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cooper-magnolia · 2 years ago

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Hello! I’m Cooper! He/They/It/Faer, 16, licensed pokémon shelter guything, champion ranked trainer in Paldea from Galar, Shaymin chosen, and Naranja-Uva/Blueberry student!

I also have tamato the charizard, marley the zoroark, shaymin, a family abra, buddy the half hisuian Growlithe, Sprout the service sprigatito, itty bitty the bayleaf, my two rotoms riley and alvin, Zorueevee, an alpha eevee, Ponyfant, tangerine the absol, ripple the squirtle, and a runerigus that ran away from my biological mother

I’m mostly just here to hang out and scream into the void i guess lmao

Pokemon intros!

https://www.tumblr.com/cooper-magnolia/759902649213698048/ive-decided-to-start-making-little-infointro?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/cooper-magnolia/759906847923847168/image-id-cooper-and-scruffy-stand-by-a-height?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/cooper-magnolia/759912101847465984/image-id-cooper-and-remis-stand-by-a-height?source=share

what else should i put here,,

ooc info under the cut, whatever that means

OOC: Hey there! This is a PKMN IRL RP sideblog! General Unreality warning both for this being fiction and also because this character specifically has some derealization issues. Also warning for religious trauma, it might show up on this blog. I will try to tag anything potentially triggering that I post on here just in case but as a warning those are the two worst reoccurring themes on here I’m pretty sure.

With that out of the way, I’m Otto/Cooper! This character started out as a self insert almost a year ago when i first joined this community but they quickly became.. Not that. We still share an age, (kinda) pronouns, name, and some other things lol. But he’s very separate from me compared to when I first made this blog. I did already mention this earlier but just to be specific NO NSFW PLEASE!! Both mod and muse are minors.

Also, I’m not super active on rotomblr, I use gliscord for pkmn irl rp more often so you’ll probably see me more on there lol

DNI:

Terfs

NSFW blogs

Dream apologists

Wilbur apologists

MAPs

people with minors dni in their bio, im minors

Rules:

Pelipper Mail and Magic Anons are okay but please do not go overboard! Don’t send like. Entire severed limbs or anything unless i say it’s ok. For magic anons I’ll accept low stakes things (sometimes i’ll accept heavier stuff for the sake of torturing the blorbo) but most of the time I won’t accept anything that directly changes the plot. If heavy plot things are happening or i just don’t think it would make sense to get an anon at a specific time, I’ll save it for later and respond to it when I can!

Pls no godmoding. If you’re gonna do something with your characters that will have a specific direct effect on my character during an interaction between them. (Like. Please ask before stabbing him again.)

That’s all I can remember for now, Have a great day! (yippee i finally finished redoing the pinned post)

oh, and i might be adding arc tags at some point :]

#pkmn irl #cooper magnolia #pokemon irl #irl pokemon #pokemon #pokemon art #pokemon blog #pokemon in real life #pokemon oc #pokemon roleplay #pokemon rp #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon sword #pokemon swsh #pokemon unreality #real pokemon #pkmn #Spotify

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crying-over-cartoons · 3 years ago

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Since all the cool kids have pinned posts

Howdy, I’m Grey! I use they/them and fae/faer pronouns, and I am proudly aroace! I draw things on occasion, and I write things on rarer occasion. Mostly, I just reblog things other people have made.

This is my fandom sideblog. If you’re looking for my main, that’s @lactose-intolerant-egg, I like and follow from that account. You may also have seen me around as Knife Cat or TheCatInGrey.

I have a website dedicated to petz and the old web, which you can visit here: https://thecatingrey.neocities.org/

If I even try to write down my current interests, it’ll be outdated in a week and I’ll never remember to update it, so just scroll through my blog for a few minutes and you’ll probably get the gist.

Everything is tagged with an abbreviation of the source’s name (ex: posts about The Stanley Parable are tagged as #tsp). Characters and ships are tagged with a fandom prefix (ex: posts about Stanley are tagged as #tsp stanley and posts about stanarrator are tagged as #tsp stanarrator).

My art tag is #crying over art and my writing tag is #crying over writing. I also have an AO3 with more fanfics not available here, as well as a few snippets of original writing if you’re into that.

Things made by other people are tagged as #hella cool art or #hella cool writing. Things that make me laugh (or at least exhale through my nose) are tagged as #funnie stuff. I also tag some post types, such as #video or #audio.

I generally don't tag spoilers for anything that's been out longer than a few months. Here are things I'm currently tagging spoilers for, as well as the tags used:

Ninjago: #ninjago spoilers (I don't tag spoilers for the original series. this tag is used for Dragons Rising, and it includes posts that contains spoilers for the leaked season two episodes.)

Tales of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: #tottmnt spoilers

I’m not gonna make a DNI because of various reasons that I don’t wanna get into here. Bottom line, if I have a genuine problem with you, I’ll just block you. I’m not gonna get into discourse. I’m just here to have a good time, y’know?

#pinned

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bread--quest · 3 years ago

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first line meme

rules: list the first lines of the last ten (10) stories you published. look to see any patterns you notice yourself, and see if anyone else notices any. then tag some friends.

i saw @caligulalotus doing this and went !!!! that sounds fun so here's mine!!

....oh my god. heavy sigh. the most recent thing i published was epic god divorce fever

"epic god divorce fever" (blaseball, silly joke premise based on the fact that blaseball is actually a workplace soap opera between gods): "oh, the weather outside is frightful, Reader hums, a line from an old song Wyatt (or someone?) taught them once."

"next day delivery (contents sensitive, handle with care)" (blaseball, mirrorverse (dark) au, wyatt masons because of course): "One bursts awake shouting."

"it's gonna be a happy new year!" (blaseball, lighthearted, fanteam): "What's the weather like out there, Weebie?"

"brand new city" (blaseball, weird introspective 12x100, short circuits characters): "Before she even washes the blood from her hands, Goodie Bloodpool dyes her hair black."

"i'm a match, you're kerosene" (blaseball, ongoing??, what if reader and parker and eventually wyatt were friends huh): "Parker MacMillan walks into his office and sees that someone else is sitting in his chair."

"Recipes For A Wyatts Mason" (blaseball, unconventional format, wyatts mason (duh): "Take 1/14ths of genuine love for the splort."

"Records of Season 14 Day 97 $MIL v. JAM Corp. Game" (blaseball, mirrorverse au again, wyatts mason again again): $9--just Nine if you haven’t got much time, or the money to pronounce the $—should like game time.

"the inherent tragedy of phoenixs and martyrs" (blaseball, chatfic, agan espinoza and clare ballard): "BENOTAFRAID: wow you’re really bad"

"what if i can't let go, what if i come back home?" (blaseball, second wyatt masoning, nines mason): "Wyatt Mason doesn’t come back to the Apartment after faer broadcast."

"out from under" (blaseball, the reader, good GOD i write a lot of blaseball): "A Reader stands on a Bridge."

oh yeah and im tagging uhhh anyone who feels interested!

#i can't see ANY patterns in this so please let me know if you do #good god....i think i have Problems Disorder (problems is brain rot)#no really lmk if you see patterns #or if you like one of these first lines #also i hope im not the only one but i like to reread my stuff sometimes its fun #sonder scribbles #technically!#wow look something original!!

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babysizedfics · 5 years ago

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Blog Masterpost

babyveeandlittleprince -> babysizedfics

No longer being updated | Last edit 12 April 2024

Please do not reblog this post!

Here you can find all of the information about the blog including links to all the Little/Big fics and character profiles for the universe!

Also check out: Interaction Rules | About me | Tag navigation | Trigger/squick tags to filter

Character nicknames and terms of endearment | Original Background Characters Guide

Concept masterposts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 LINKS BROKEN

Art masterposts: 1 | 2 LINKS BROKEN

Little/big comics masterpost

Sign-offs taken by anons:

J / 💚 / 🐝 / 🤟 / 🤍 / V / 🌙 / 😸 / <3 / 🐇 / 👑 / 🦑 / a friend / 🦋 / 🌸 / indent / ❤️ / 🦦 / 🎃 / ��️ / 👒 / 🧸 / 🐛 / :) / bunny / 🐍 / 🍁 / 🧪 / 🐁 / ender / 🐘 / 🖤 / 💜🦇 / 👑🦇 / 🤎 / 🌟 / ⛄️ / 🥺 / jailor / 🍼 / moo / 🧁 / ranboo / opossum sys / 🧊 / 🌌 / citrus system / mellohi / 🌱 / moth / 💎 / zee

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FIC LINKS

These are listed in the in-universe chronological order, not in the order they were published!

Peekaboo!

6.6k | AO3 link | Tumblr link

Logan is a shy new caregiver, Patton learns what separation anxiety is, and Virgil disappears then reappears and is a very confused baby.

Little Accidents, Big Developments

68k | AO3 link | Tumblr link

The sides have successfully integrated Virgil's regression and Roman's age dreaming into their dynamic, and everyone seems happier for it. Though, Virgil's willingness to trust the others is tested when a long-term problem starts to present itself around his family; his regression leaves him susceptible to wetting himself.

Caregivers Patton and Logan try to help him resolve this issue as well as help Roman through his insecurities, all while navigating their own newly-discovered romantic feelings for each other.

The Little Prince’s Rescue

2.2k | AO3 link | Tumblr link

Roman is up past bedtime and regrets it when there is a sudden blackout.

Pillow

2k | AO3 link | Tumblr link

Virgil can't sleep. Papa Patton knows exactly how to get him to relax.

Vroom on the Bed

2.5k | AO3 link | Tumblr link

Roman discovers his Mommy has a ticklish back. Revenge is sweet.

Vee Loves Mrs. Bee

0.8k | AO3 link | Tumblr link

Papa Patton helps baby Vee nurse a tired bumblebee back to health.

Pink Crayons and Pinky Promises

12.1k | AO3 link | Tumblr link

Being a super cool big brother is hard work sometimes. Especially when you don’t feel as big as usual, Vee doesn’t feel as little as usual, you parents are asleep, your baby sister’s pullup needs changing, you both need breakfast, you don’t know where crayons come from, and you miss your Mommy. But Mommy always calls Roman a clever little boy, so he’s gonna try to deal with all that stuff anyway! That can’t be too hard, right?

Miscellaneous 250-500 word Ficlets

AO3 link | Tumblr tag link

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CHARACTER PROFILES

NOTE: The characters in this AU are very different to their canon counterparts (especially Vee). I'm not rly trying to make them in character at this point, just having fun developping my own versions of them!

See this post for a guide to the characters’ ages!

Vee

Role: Age regressor - involuntary

Little age range: 2-24 months (0-2 y/o)

Uses she/her and fae/faer pronouns but does not label her gender identity - link to a guide for pronouns and gendered terms for vee - also doesn't use her full name!

Vee is a baby regressor - she is mostly non-verbal, uses baby items and is very mild-mannered. You will usually see her napping, cuddling her family, playing lap games with her CGs, being tickled by Roman, or gushing about her favourite Sanrio characters.

Complete Papa's girl ti the point of developing separation anxiety with Patton.

She is very sensitive when regressed - so much so that she will cry at almost anything, especially when she’s already anxious for whatever reason.

She has regressed ever since she can remember but only found out what it was called within the past couple of years.

Fae struggled a lot with faer regression for many years and was incredibly insecure about it because of the lack of support fae got when fae lived with the “Dark Sides” before running away when fae was 16-years-old (but this will be resolved - there are no unsympathetic sides here!)

Fae is autistic which you will see affect many aspects of faer life.

Roman

Role: Age dreamer - voluntary

Little age range: undefined

Uses he/him pronouns

Roman is a kid dreamer - when he’s little he is very playful, energetic, and prone to tantrums. You'll usually find him colouring pictures for his family, dancing and singing, playing with his beloved cars, pretending he doesn't want cuddles, or pouting.

Secretly a Mommy's boy but don't say it out loud or you'll have a blushy little boy glaring at you.

He also has a middlespace where he acts like a teenager. It's mostly defined by emotional dysregulation and insecurity, so he tends to act out against his caregivers in this headspace.

His littlespace and middlespace are not very clearly defined by age because he simply acts however childish he feels like acting in any given situation. Some of his behaviours are typical of a four year old, some an eight year old, some a twelve year old, some a fifteen year old... You can't pin him down!

The fact that his age dreaming is voluntary and very conscious is important. He knows he's a grown up even when he is acting like a child.

He has ADHD which you will see affect many aspects of his life.

Patton

Role: Caregiver

Nicknames from Vee: Papa, Daddy

Nicknames from Roman: Dad, Daddy

Romantically involved with Logan

Uses he/him pronouns

Patton is a very nurturing and funloving caregiver. He’s the kind of CG who will bend the rules as soon as he sees Vee's lip wobbling or Roman’s puppy dog eyes (which Roman 100% does on purpose)

He can occasionally get carried away with his concern for the littles and become overbearing and even insecure in his ability to care for them despite it coming so naturally to him. His cg headspace can become dissociative for him at times.

He was Vee's caregiver before Vee had even (willingly) been little around Roman and Logan, and was already 'taking care of' her in certain ways before he ever knew about Vee's regression, so him and Vee have a very special bond.

Logan

Role: Caregiver

Nicknames from Vee: Mama, Mummy

Nicknames from Roman: Mom, Mommy

Romantically involved with Patton

Uses he/him and they/them pronouns, identifies as a demi-man

Logan cares about the littles just as much as Patton does, but he struggles with showing affection openly at first. Still, he manages to open up and is far more adept at showing his family just how much he loves and appreciates them all.

He is a big stickler for the rules and sticks to them for the safety and wellbeing of the littles. Enforcing strict bedtimes and sugar limits are very important to him (except he has a weak spot for Patton and the moral side can and will use this to get Logan to drop the rules)

Loves playing make-believe with Roman and reading to Vee.

Janus

Role: Babysitter

Nicknames: Nana (both littles), Gaga (just Vee)

Janus has a rocky history with Vee and is part of the reason Vee felt so ashamed about her age regression for most of her life. He lightly teased Vee about faer childish behaviour not realising that it was a coping mechanism - he never meant to cause harm to Vee and is very remorseful about their past.

He wants to reconcile with Vee and show her that he accepts her regression by offering to babysit the littles on occasion.

Touch-starved and ready for love

Remus

Role: Essentially the chaotic cousin that can’t be trusted around children

He is not integrated into the family dynamic but once Janus has been accepted into it, Remus shows up from time to time to wreak havoc

He is generally immature but he is not a little

Remy

Role: Essentially the cool cousin figure that Roman puts on a pedestal

Remy is not involved in the family dynamic though pays a visit every two months to have a meeting with the sides about Thomas’ wellbeing. Logan and Patton also visit him every other Tuesday for a "meeting", which mainly consists of drinking wine.

He is aware of Vee and Roman’s littlespaces and is non-judgmental of it.

Roman looks up to Remy a lot and thinks he’s ‘the coolest person ever!’ and will often go out of his way to impress Remy, much to Remy’s exasperation at Roman’s clinginess.

Dr. Picani

Role: Vee and Patton's therapist.

Emile is not one of Thomas' characters in this AU, but a real therapist in the mindscape.

He was Vee's therapist at first (she sees him every Monday afternoon) but eventually notices Patton's own troubles and offers sessions for him too. Every other Wednesday he sees Vee and Patton together for family therapy, and every other Friday he sees Patton alone.

#do not reblog #about #little/big series #little/big series masterpost #ts agere #sanders sides agere #agere virgil #little virgil #agedre roman #little roman #cg patton #cg logan

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a-lonely-tatertot · 5 years ago

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Finding Home

A/n: Hey this will be a multi chapter fic with a bunch of different ships and characters in it (expect them to all be gay in some way) this is based off of a set of hcs from @linhamon-roll as always this was betaed by the lovely @bookwyrminspiration and I am extremely grateful for faer help! (Also if you guys like this enough tell me if you want a tag list for it, @everyonehasthoughts whoops posted this one instead)

Tw: talk of nightmares (if there’s more please tell me)

word count: 2760

Chapter 1: Back to the Beginning

Breathe.

“I’m not going to the upper levels,” the words spilled out of her mouth before she could stop them. Wide eyes stared at her from all around the room. She managed to count three breaths before the inevitable outburst.

“What?!” Grady shouted. He’s not angry at you, she reminded herself, just surprised.

“Are you kidding?” Fitz whispered in confusion.

“You have to go to the upper levels. How else do you think you’ll become a part of society?” Alden said in his perfect no-need-to-worry voice that just made her want to smack him more.

“Sweetie I know it’ll be new and it’s normal to be scared-” Edaline started before she cut her off.

“I’m not scared okay? I don’t give a damn about being a part of society, and no I’m not kidding. This is my decision,” Sophie snapped. She was so done with this, with the stares, the names, being “Sophie Foster” and “human-raised”, a “war-hero;” she just wanted to be no one again. Maybe that made her a coward, but that’s who she was.

“Sophie, you’re not making sense,” Alden said, shaking his head, smiling that horrible venom-filled smile that barely contained the storm. Ever since she’d learned what Alden had done to his family she’d hated him almost as much as the Neverseen. Because he and Cassius were the same, but only one paid for it.

“Did I not speak clearly enough for you?” she asked, letting the hatred seep through her words and relished in the surprise on his face. “I am not going to the upper levels. I am not staying here either. Here I’m always going to be Sophie: the Moonlark, the leader of Team Valiant, the war hero. That’ll always be me. Here I’ll be stuck picking up the council’s mess for my entire life and I wanna be a kid still.”

“So what do you plan on doing?” Biana spoke up after a silence.

Breathe. “I’m going to go back to the Forbidden Cities, I’m gonna go back home.”

The uproar came back twice as loud as before. She was hit with hundreds of “no”s and “you can’t”s and the occasional “that’s illegal” but in between it all she locked eyes with Fitz. They didn’t need to be Cognates to understand what the other was thinking. She held his gaze and didn’t back down, this was her decision. Fitz smiled a bit at her stubbornness and nodded slightly. There wasn’t any danger from him, no “You can’t do this!” Nothing that the boy she used to know would do.

He’s different now, Sophie realized, how had she missed it?

Her eyes drifted to Biana who was staring at the middle of the room with a blank expression. It was like she wasn’t there, lost somewhere in an ocean of thought. Finally, she looked up, “It’s your decision Fos-boss.”

A hundred times before those words had been directed at her. When deciding the fate of the world she was always plagued by uncertainty. But for once, it felt right; she was going home. Alden and her parents would say no as many times as they could to make her stay, and Fitz and Biana would try at some point, but one way or another she was leaving. She’d be back eventually, but for a while, she wouldn’t have to be Sophie Foster.

The next night they had gathered everyone. Well, not everyone, just the people she cared about. Della and Livvy stood off to the side and Sophie smiled at their intertwined fingers. Maybe, just maybe they would be fine without her. Keefe stood quietly, his face blank, and it made her rethink everything. But Linh placed a steady hand on her shoulder and she was back. Stay focused, don’t lose it, Sophie told herself sternly.

Grady and Edaline watched her, and she wondered how the house would feel without her. She took a breath and turned to Dex. He, out of all of them, wasn’t quite ready for her to leave.

“I can’t make you stay, can I?” Dex asked. His voice wavered slightly and there were tears in his eyes. There were tears in all their eyes.

Sophie shook her head slowly, “Not this time.” Everything was in place, all she had to do was just leave. That was the hardest part. To make it real.

“C’mon Soph, we did it; it’s over,” his eyes pleaded with her. “Let me come with you.”

They had all tried this. In different manors, in different ways, except for Linh. All she did was wrap her arms tightly around her and squeeze like she would never let go. Some part of her, buried under many many layers of protection, knew that if Linh tried she could make her stay. “That’s the problem Dex,” she had said this so many times before, “We are always going to be fixing things and we’re always going to be fighting, and I am always going to be Sophie Foster the human. I just want to be normal, for a few decades that’s all. I’ll be back soon, just make sure to keep these idiots in check while I’m gone alright? I gotta do this alone.” Her voice caught on the last word as it dawned on her that it might be the last thing she would say to them for a long time.

Dex wrapped his arms around her and squeezed, picking her up slightly. “I’ll miss you dumbass.”

She nodded mutely into his shoulder, “Likewise asshole.” It’s time now. She stepped away, flash drive in hand, because if Dex couldn’t join her he would always help her. And she loved him for that.

She turned away from them. She dug her heels into the dirt and braced herself.

Three. Linh’s hand left her shoulder and she could feel all their eyes on her.

Two. It wasn’t the first time she had done this. It was teleporting. It was in her bones, literally.

One. Dex sucked in a breath in sync with her. The feeling of the tension running through her, becoming her, was intoxicating.

Zero. There’s no looking back now. And she ran. Her feet pounded the ground, her heart seemed to get faster with every stride. Dirt bounced with every thud of her shoes and she was free. And she jumped.

Falling. Floating. Landing.

The stale, polluted, stiff air greeted Sophie on the other side and she had never been more relieved to step into a broken world. Her broken home. From now on, she’d be Amilia Ruewen and that was okay.

“The hell you doing here kid?” an old woman stared her down from behind the counter. She had wrinkles; on her face, on her apron, on her surprisingly steady hands that held an outrageous stack of plates.

“Uh,” Amilia said nervously, “I need a job.”

The woman’s dark eyes narrowed further, “And you came here.” It wasn’t a question.

“That I did,” she muttered, it took every bit of her not to yank out her eyelashes.

With a huff, the woman set down the plates and walked out from behind the counter to march up to her. Amilia swallowed hard as the woman grabbed her hands from her sides. Her stark white hands seemed too pale and clean in the older woman’s dark hands. Amilia felt like she was under a microscope, like this woman could see every bit about her life as she stared at her hands.

“You’ve worked, you’ve fought,” she said quietly, and dragged her eyes up to hers. “If you can clean you’ve got a job.”

Something exploded inside her and couldn’t’ve been happier. But wait, “No cooking?” Amilia called out as the woman went behind the counter again.

She chuckled lightly, “Clean first, then we’ll see. Chop chop, it’s almost time for the rush and these tables still haven’t been washed.”

“I don’t even know your name ma’am!” Amilia realized suddenly.

“You want a name, new girl?” she said. fixing her with another hard stare, “It’s Mari, you’ve got a real name?”

Amilia closed her mouth tightly, “It depends on your definition of real.”

Mari let out a harsh laugh, “Less philosophy more cleaning.”

A smile tugged at her mouth as she caught the wet rag the woman tossed her.

By the end of the day, she had been introduced to the regulars as nothing more than “the new girl”. She had scrubbed the counters over and over and Mari still managed to look unimpressed. Her sweeping skills got corrected and she became more familiar with the crappy sink than she would’ve liked. If you turned the old fashion handle too far right, then the water was basically boiling. If it was too far to the left, you got ice. There was one temperature that was decent and it was not moved from that spot. Amilia had found that out the hard way.

When Mari flipped the paper and probably homemade sign from “open” to “closed”, she flopped down on one of the booths. She was tired and wiped, but it was good because she was happy. She couldn’t have done this in the Lost Cities. And she wouldn’t have done this in San Francisco. Because this was normal, and no one knew her name, and that was the opposite of everything she once was.

“You going home yet kid?” Mari asked from the lightswitch. She hadn’t thought about that, where she’d stay for the night. The booths weren’t optimal but they would work.

“Can I stay here for the night?”

“In these shitty booths? Not happening,” Mari responded, shaking her head lightly. Amilia’s heart fell to her stomach and Mari sighed at her probably pitiful expression, “You really don’t have a place to stay?”

Amilia shook her head. “Fine, come on. You can borrow my couch for the night.”

The night turned into two, to a week, to a month and eventually Mari stopped asking about her family.

“We’ve all got secrets,” she’d say, and Sophie wondered what her secrets were. Mari stopped asking about where she was going too.

“This is a pit stop town,” she said one night while they put away dishes.

“It wasn’t for you.”

“It’s where you find yourself when you’re young and get pulled back into when you’re old and broke.”

“Maybe I’m finding myself,” Amilia said only to get a hum in response.

The words that Mari had said when she first met her came to Amilia often. Could she really tell what she had gone through? Or was it some weird old lady thing she did to freak her out?

There was one night where the nightmares came back worse than ever. She woke with sweat soaking her shirt and barely breathing. There was soft clinking in the kitchen that sounded too much like throwing stars. She remembered how they felt in her hands, drawing her own blood as she cleaned them. The sweet release as they left her hand to make a soft thunk in her target. How the rush it gave Sophie was always followed by a thick sense of dread. Because if it made her excited, how far away was she from the monsters she fought?

“I thought it’d be a rough night,” Mari said leaning on the doorway.

“How did you know?”

“You’ve fought wars, those don’t go away easy. Come, I brought sugar, thought you would need it.”

So she stumbled her way into the kitchen, tired and trying as hard as she could to keep her tears in. Mari had pancakes and shakes and had brought them out to the front porch. The best thing about this place was you could see every star in the sky.

“How could you tell I’ve fought?” Sophie asked. The shake was shockingly cold against her hands and she tried to stop the shiver that ran through her. Mari rocked back quietly like they had all the time in the world to watch the stars move.

“You have the look in your eyes.”

“But you looked at my hands, why?” Somehow, the shake tasted like mallowmelt. The kind that Edaline would make on bad nights before tucking her into bed.

“Because your hands have been everywhere, they can tell stories if you let them.”

She decided not to ask any more questions, every answer would just be more confusing than the last. “And because they look like mine,” Mari finally said quietly.

“Oh.”

Mari didn’t look at her while she talked, “I saw a kid, who looked lost as hell with no immediate future, who had the hands of a fighter and eyes that held secrets. I thought I could do right by her.”

“I think you did,” Sophie said. For real this time, she wasn’t Amilia, she wasn’t trying to be her sister, for this night under the stars, she could be Sophie.

Over the year Amilia sometimes forgot about the demons that haunted her. Her past life- lives. They were not her anymore. Days and hours where nothing other than the simple act of flipping pancakes and washing tables were her only thoughts. The town was small and out of the way. No glittery castles and fancy houses. Only small farms, sketchy strip malls, and home. There was only one hint that she wasn’t human, the small leaping crystal around her neck.

“For emergencies,” Biana had said placing it gently around her neck.

“And when you’re ready to come back home,” Fitz had whispered against the top of Sophie’s head.

So it stayed around Amilia’s neck, night and day; a reminder that she never had and never would belong. But she wanted to; she craved it. And Mari made her feel somewhat normal.

She wanted something human. Something reckless and young, that was the human she wanted. Sitting at her computer at the table in Mari’s old yellow motorhome that had housed her, she found herself looking at colleges. When she was younger “college” was an expectation, perfect grades, perfect words, perfect scores. Sophie didn’t get to decide her future. To put it simply, it was never an option, her years were already filled with other’s ideas. But as Amilia clicked the tab for courses she realized that for once she controlled her next small forever. And in her next small forever she could just maybe belong.

Tables had been washed, the sun had gone down, and she had flipped the frayed sign. She had thought about it all day, the college she chose was far away and she didn’t know how to tell Mari this. The woman had become much closer to her than she thought she would. So as she grabbed her small packed duffle bag and held the door handle she tried to ignore the sharp pain that hit her chest. It only got worse as a soft voice came down the hall.

“Amilia?” Angie, Mari’s “friend”, whispered down the hall.

“Go back to bed, I’m just grabbing some things,” she said, wincing at how well she lied.

“That duffle says otherwise young lady,” Mari appeared seemingly out of thin air. Sophie knew this wasn’t going to end well, the feeling cemented itself as anger flared white hot in her stomach.

“‘Young lady’? Sorry did ‘kid’ just get thrown out the window? What are you now, my mom?” she snapped.

Mari gapped at her for a second, “Oh I’m sorry, right now I guess I’m more of your mom than whoever had you and left you on your own!”

“You don’t know nothing about them!” Sophie shouted. She didn’t mean too and she hated the way Mari flinched. But Sophie had pushed them away and that wasn’t their fault.

“The hell is this all about Amilia? You wanna go, go. Just don’t be a coward and leave without a goodbye.”

The tears fell fast down her face, because it was all too familiar. And she had never wanted to leave Mari like that. But she was angry, and that never ended well. “Fine, you want a goodbye? Goodbye.”

The door slammed hard behind her, and the rain soaked Sophie’s jacket mixing with her tears. It felt like a crappy hallmark movie from the early 2000s, but she was too angry to care; About the rain, about how muddy her shoes were, or how she didn’t really know where she was going.

The next morning she regretted everything. But by then that bridge was ashes in a stormy ocean; there was no going back. She moved forward because she had to.

#sorry about the chapter title I just thought of it-#kotlc #finding home #sophie foster #multific #tater writes #kotlc fic

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a-whump-dis-aster · 5 years ago

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Masterlist and FAQ

(Masterlist is broken.... bolded links work, and I'm trying to get it back up. Sorry!)

(If you AREN'T a whump blog, and see me spam-liking your post: Apologies. It's my main.)

Hi! I’m Aster! (she/her, they/them, he/him or fae/faer)! This is a blog where I post all my whumpy fanfics and reblog my favorite tropes and prompts! This is a non-NSFW blog, and used mostly for prompts, writing and blurbs and the occasional gif set.

I'm really trying to get more into original storylines, so if I'm posting a lot of angry emojis or crying on main, that's probably why.

I used to have a different blog under feelingwhumpy, but Tumblr decided to be stupid when I was trying to delete a different side blog and instead got rid of everything... but at the bottom, I'm gonna tag a bunch of the whumpers that I used to follow! I can't remember all the usernames, but you guys do so much awesome work!

My dream order at a hurt/comfort!fic restaurant would be a nice juicy Past Trauma, seasoned with a bit of Disassociation and Conditioning. Perhaps a side of Amnesia? And a tall glass of Touch Starvation to wash it all down.

I don’t really have many squicks, but there’s a few things I don’t really enjoy writing:

Bodily Fluids (other than blood and saliva)

NSFW or non-con/rape

Resurrection/came back wrong. Not really a squick, but I just don’t really find the trope interesting.

Major character death - I literally can’t handle this much angst

PLEASE, NOTHING WITH EYES. ITS LITERALLY MY IRL PHOBIA. I CAN'T THINK ABOUT IT WITHOUT PHYSICALLY CRINGING.

Scarpia Ultimatum

There’s a few things I might write for, depending on circumstance. You’re welcome to send in asks about these, but please don’t be offended if I turn them down (even if they aren’t on the list):

Amputation (and phantom pains)

Impaling

Body mods (e.g. cybernetic limb replacement, purposely scarring)

If you decide to follow me, and have things you DON'T want to see, please block # (subject) cw . I chose CW over TW and CW because I'm more likely going to remember one tag versus two.

Eg: #knife cw or #shock collar cw

If you notice something that bothers you that isn't specifically tagged, send me an ask and I'll tag it (and any future posts involving it). I read that Tumblr sometimes only tracks the first word or two for tag blocks, but it might be wise to block both because I have scatterbrain and the tags will be hit or miss with 'CW Knife' or "Knife CW'.

As I add more Fics and whatnot, links to them will be below!

Prompts and Ideas

Wow, look! It's my entire blog theme in one GIF!

Whumpy Song Lyrics (This list is ongoing so lemme know if you have any ideas!)

Self-Punishment, Now With Knives!

Post-Rescue Microchip Whump

Freedom's Only Temporary

These Are A Few Of My Favorite Whumpees

Caretaker + Whumpee = Snuggle Buddies

Giddy On Drugs

"Oh, you have to FEED them?"

Flipping The Switch

Giddy on Drugs

"You're... allowed to need things." "Really? Okay, cool. BTW, expect no alone time for the next 3 to 5 business months."

Comforting Items (Also an ongoing list; send in ideas!)

(Too) Quick To Trust

Ready To Attack?

Gone Too Far

Post-Rescue Drugging

Bad Things Happen Bingo

Card

Trust Issues

It's All My Fault

Tranquilizer Dart

Conditioning

Locked in a Cage

Blood from the Mouth

Memory Loss

Neglect or Abandonment

Verbal Abuse

Power Suppression

Pinned to the Wall

Not Used to Freedom

Worked Themselves to Exhaustion

Defeated and Trophied

Captive Push

Forced to Beg ✓

Fevers

Cry Into Chest

Traumatic Touch Aversion

Grabbed by the Chin

Nervous Breakdown

CPR

Gunshot Wound

Blindfolded

Fainting

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@aceofwhump @whumpster-dumpster @whumpthencomfort @whumpinbloom @whumphoarder @sorryforpartywhumping @gimmethatsweetwhump @softwhump @allthewhumpygoodness @the-wandering-whumper @justwhumpythings

#marvel whump #new whumper #new whump blog #whump #the og

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upbeatvampiria · 5 years ago

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Gonna list my characters for my own future reference in the tags and I guess for teasing ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Chantel - they/them

Clivia - she/her & they/them

Alyssa - she/her

Xaven - he/him & they/them

Chrono - he/him

Grace - she/her & fae/faer

Iggy - they/them & she/her

(for the moment I haven’t defined pronouns and names of the two antagonists so these are all ‘good’ punk vampires - except Iggy whose either human or human + a magician

when I have enough inspiration posts and definition of them I’ll start thinking of inspiration for the relationships I have thought between them - spoiler they’re all gay)

#characters

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neon-lights-stardust-nights · 2 years ago

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5am asks (for batman?) ⏰ ⛪ ❤️ 🌧️? -@wegotaselfshipperere

So, turns out I'm sleepy and overheated and a little woozy because I'm probably sick? Whoopsy. At least it's probably just the same 24 hour virus my husband had. So, thank you everyone sending these: I need low effort entertainment.

Also ah--I don't think I ever gave that QPR ship a tag... Which is silly of me... That or you meant F/Os from batman in general. There's like four emojis there so I am going to divy this up into all four of those because there ARE four including Bruce! Genius.

I'm so sorry if this makes no sense, I am ill.

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⏰ Somehow, through magic, time travel, worm holes, or maybe just as a non cannon idea, you meet your F/O when they were a little kid. 8-12 ish range. What are they like? How do you interact with them? + Riddler

Honestly, the best part of this prompt is just that Kronos could unironically meet baby Edward if fae ever managed to take faers technology further.

Edward, like most Batman characters, had an… Interesting childhood. I always imagine he was a really quiet kid, swallowing loud and dramatic behavior for his own survival. So it'd be a really stark contrast to see him making himself small. It'd probably remind Kronos a lot of faerself.

I imagine fae would just try to give him a good day to remember in the future (even if that might be weird since they're also on again/off again dating. Not in a bad way, they just keep forgetting to actually make it official, and then Strange happened, and he's not keen on sharing, and--) Take him out for ice cream or something else. Kronos isn't exactly good with kids, but fae would try.

He'd probably start infodumping about stuff he likes, and even if it's the most boring shit on Earth to faer: fae is at least going to pretend to listen. Eddie needs this. Kronos isn't going to make faerself yet another adult who persecuted him over this shit.

Maybe fae'd give him a little pocket watch "to remember me by." It has single charges of faers temporary time stopping. What fucked timeline splits off this decision will go unknown to the Kronos returning to the universe fae came from, but needless to say: there is a Riddler who was inspired by that mysterious man with the pocket watch and goatee…

⛪ Is your F/O particularly religious? If so, which group and how dedicated are they? + Scarecrow

Crane isn't RELIGIOUS persay. I like Crane's who grew up religious, who knew the fear of god before they knew the fear they loved to inflict. I think even as a kid though, he didn't internalize all of it. Some of it stuck around in adulthood though, the parts he did actually buy into.

It mostly results in him being superstitious. The specific flavor of religion was Catholic. He's not a "masturbating makes you go blind," Catholic, but he is a "gets 666 coincidentally on something and immediately tries to get out of whatever it was for" kind of superstitious.

I don't have a lot to say about this one, despite my reblogging blasphemy and priest kink shit earlier. I have religious trauma and fetishes, not like. Religion www.

❤ What type of relationship do you and your F/O have? Are you prank buddies? An old married couple? What is your self ship dynamic? + Strange

Once they're properly established and used to each other? It honestly feels like they both have each other on leashes, to be honest. I think from the outside it just looks like Strange is reeling in Kronos. In actuality, fae is also reeling him in too.

Kronos is a little, overconfident gremlin of a man. Strange would lobotomize someone for sillies if left alone. He's just way fucking smarter about it. Kronos is a jealous patient though, which is usually the reeling in part. "What do you MEAN you aren't committing attrocious experiments on me specifically?"

Kronos does need to be reeled in too though. Fae would be recklessly villainous if not for Strange. I mean like Powerpuff Girls level nonsense. Kronos is gonna get faerself tossed in Arkham, and while Strange wouldn't be 100% against the control over faer that would give him, he doesn't want to make an enemy of himself in faers eyes on accident! So he basically works as faers villain manager.

So yeah, they are like. Two over excited cats on leashes, but they're holding the leashes.

🌧 Not everything is perfect… So one day everything just seems to go wrong. Nothing is working out like you thought it would and people are rude. You come home angry and tired and however else a bad day makes you feel. How would your F/O comfort you, or make your day a little brighter? + Bruce

Honestly? If fae had a terrible no-good day? It'd be very easy to just lavish faer in luxuries.

Kronos is a buyable man, but also a cheap man. Bruce is aware of this. The rich playboy thing comes in handy taking faer out on the town too! Oh? Everything is going wrong? Well there's some gormet burger place down in west Gotham!

Though again: Kronos is a cheap man. Bruce probably wouldn't be caught dead in a McDonalds otherwise, but fae wanted it. It's all food and bathbombs, forcing in him with faer. It's a kind of control over the day he can extend without furthering any anxiety fae may be suffering from. Kronos hates being asked "what do you want" when fae's anxious and awful--the anxiety just gives faer a freeze response. So he takes the lead of "let's get food" and waits for faer to go "burgers? Burgers please?"

It's a little bit of baby steps, but he's alright with doing it. If a day was that awful, there's no need to make it worse.

#asks #wegotaselfshipperere #okay I guess he needs a tag now ummmm #fear and love #tangled web #riddle me this #I cannot think of a clever batman tag my head is full of fog #timeless bats #THERE!

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