#*sighs* another idea for the fic

[mintypsii]

sogesoba doooddleeeeeee they won't GET OUT OF MY BRAIN

[fruit-colored-ninja]

One of the things I was most disappointed about in crystallized was Nya’s arc. I definitely think that the struggling with her powers angle was the way to go, but honestly? She’d just spent a year completely merged with the sea, and all that comes after that is frustration that she can’t use her powers anymore. I think that if anything, she should have been scared that they would come back. She was part of the ocean, and that’s not something that you can erase. Every time she’s near water, she can hear it whispering to her, asking her to come back. It misses her, and sometimes, she thinks that she misses it too. Wouldn’t it be nice to experience that feeling of oneness, of being everything again? When she does use her powers, it feels like walking a tightrope, like if she uses even slightly too much, if she loses focus for even a second, she’ll go tumbling back into the waters and Nya will be gone again. And everyone else tries to tell her to trust herself, that she won’t lose control and that eventually she’ll feel normal again, but she knows. The sea will always be with her now, waiting for her to return.

[angry-geno-is-score]

I'm 33k in and a little over halfway finished with this SITDW sequel and I am SO scared because it's not like the original at all? Like obviously there are similar things, but the focus is different. I'm worried people aren't gonna like it lol

[blueflyingturtleontheway]

So, I've heard some voices here and there lamenting how little Gabe content - especially new Gabe content - there was and you know what? I completely agree, so I thought why not, I can try to add my little droplet into this tiny sea of Gabe appreciation we have here on tumblr.

Summary: Elena visits Gabe in his house for the first time and learns something new about his past.

Word count: 1937

AN: just some friendly fluff really, headcanon heavy, from Elena's POV but Gabe centric

"Oh, watch out, the first step is-" Gabe turned around just in time to catch Elena when she started to fall backwards. "-loose."

"Thanks for the warning." Elena shot him a glare when she regained her balance. In response Gabe only sent her an unapologetic grin and pulled her up on the next step.

"Everyone's so used to it by now that we keep forgetting to fix it with my dad," he explained as they finally reached the first floor.

The stairs led to a narrow corridor, with the same room placement as the bakery beneath it. Two doors on the right, one on the left and a wide opening to the living room at the end. In a few brisk steps Gabe opened the door on the left and invited Elena in with a courteous gesture.

"Welcome to my humble abode, your highness."

Her highness graced him with a nod and slipped by him, into the small room. Elena gave it a quick one over. It was indeed small - in fact, there probably wasn't much more space than what each guard got at the barracks - and the decor wasn't much fancier either. Cream colored walls, a thin bed by the window, a wardrobe opposite of it, one wall taken up by a bookshelf and a small cabinet by another made up basically all the furnishing of the room.

"Humble is a good word." She nodded solemnly, earning herself an eye roll from her friend. They both chuckled.

"Hey, it's your room that's out of the norm, you know?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Elena retorted, thinking about how three or even four such rooms would fit into hers. She walked over to the cabinet and picked up some trinket. "But it's nice to finally see where you grew up."

Gabe couldn't stop a fond smile sneaking onto his lips when he noticed the badge she was examining.

"Yeah and I didn't really get to change much here in the past five years. For example this thing I got back when-"

"Gabriel!" He was interrupted by his mother's voice from the bakery.

"I'll tell you in a moment," he sighed. "Make yourself at home!" He added from the doors and quickly ran downstairs to his parents.

Elena took another look around the room. It wasn't entirely empty, she had to admit that, and the poster of Antonio Agama on the inner side of the door confirmed that Gabe didn't change the decor much since he moved out.

She moved to the bookshelf and moved her hand across the titles - though there weren't that many of them to count. The lower shelves were taken up by some boxes and bags and what could've been a neatly packaged tent. Then finally a whole shelf dedicated to the whole collection of Antonio Agama's books. Elena chuckled to herself when she read some of the more dramatic titles and noticed even one that wasn't in Avaloran. On the next shelf, between other various travel books and biographies, was only one book by señor Agama, titled simply 'The Gecko's Tale'. Driven by a hunch she took it out and couldn't help but laugh when she read the blurb on the back. Although that explained how the whole kingdom found out that she's a bit adventurous too.

Finally her gaze got to the plant on top of the mantle. Hidden so deep in the room, it extended its ivy like stalks towards the sun, climbing a string helpfully hung between the bookshelf and the window.

Down on the windowsill two other plants looked out on the little cobbled square behind the house. Elena leaned in to smell the orchid and noticed something half hidden behind the pot. Slowly, so as not to accidentally damage the plant, she reached for trinket and retrieved it into the light. It turned out to be a wooden doll, painted to resemble a familiar navy and maroon uniform...

"Is this you?" She turned to Gabe as soon as he entered the room and showed him the figurine with a wide smile.

Gabe stopped for a moment. Furrowed his brows as he tried to see what Elena was even holding, and then furrowed his brows even more when he recognised it.

"Of course not," he grumbled, closing the small distance between them. "It's just an old thing anyway."

"It does look a bit like you though." She jumped away from him at the last moment.

Gabe gasped. Elen giggled and moved her hand away when he tried to reach her.

"Why would I even have a figurine of myself?"

For a moment they circled each other, like two lions judging if it's worthy to fight the opponent for a steak, except the steak was now wooden and 15 centimetres high. They both hunched subconsciously and made their steps in the fencing manner.

"I don't know, why does Esteban have a whole wall of his own portraits?" A sly grin slid on her face. "But I see you've decided to match his collection."

"Oh now you've done it." Gabe shook his head to hide his smile and in the split of a second was right by her. Feigning to go right for the prize, he swiped her legs out from under her.

Elena waved her hands in the air giving Gabe just the opportunity he was waiting for. He swiftly yanked the figurine from her hands, giving her the last push to fall backwards completely. He turned his head with a victorious grin, just in time to see her legs rising at the height of his knees. And suddenly the ground was much closer than before.

He folded his arms to his chest, protecting the figurine with his body and rolled on the floor. Though he didn't have to roll far, of which he was promptly reminded by his head crushing into the cupboard.

He groaned loudly and let his body fall limply to the floor.

His pained complaint was answered by Elena's laughter from the bed.

"I'm getting too old for this," he mumbled and Elena's laughter only got louder.

Finally he sat up and lifted the figurine to his face. He carefully examined it for any cracks or splinters, checked if the joints in the limbs didn't fall out and most importantly if the head was still on firm. Finally when he made sure the trinket didn't get damaged, he let out a relieved sigh.

"You're lucky it's still whole," he grumbled, rising to his feet.

"Hey, I was being careful." Elena now sat up too and sent him a playful smirk. "All the way until you decided to trip me like that."

Gabe rolled his eyes again and huffed in pretended annoyance.

"So if it's not a limited edition General Nuñez action figure," Elena continued. "What is it?"

Gabe sat down next to her and thought of an answer for a moment. He changed the position of the little soldier's arms and reached for a pin to put into his hand as a sword.

"It's really just an old toy," he said finally. "But you know, it has sentimental value."

He finally passed Elena the figurine, so she could take a look at it herself. It wasn't as old as she thought at first. The paint was faded, but still held onto the uneven surface of the wood and as she moved her fingers across it, she realized that it must've been all whittled by hand, by someone who put great care in it, but wasn't a professional.

Still the amount of details was impressive, especially in the construction of the thing. She moved the tiny soldier into the proper fencing position and to her delight found out that it fits flawlessly, the wire on the joints creaked quietly, as if it had been waiting for an opportunity to shine for ages.

She glanced between the figurine and Gabe on her left for comparison. The uniform, despite the familiar colours, was a tad different, it resembles more what she remembered from her childhood, than the uniform Gabe was wearing at the moment.

"I got it from my first fencing teacher," he continued.

"The same one who threw coconuts at you driving training?" Elena raised a brow, earning herself a chuckle.

"Yeah, the same one." A sad smile reached the corners of his eyes as old memories resurfaced in his memory. "He was a tough man and always talked about how big an annoyance I am, but -" he gestured to the figurine and shrugged.

"Well, that explains why it looks like you," Elena bumped him with her shoulder. "I'm sure he could've already seen that you'll be a great guard."

"Oh, I don't think he even wanted me to be a guard," Gabe laughed again. "But you know, the situation was a bit different." He pondered something for a moment before continuing. "And to be fair, I didn't even realize that it was supposed to be a guard at the time, I was pretty sure he just came up with the design by himself. I only really connected the dots a few years ago, when I found this old thing again."

Elena nodded silently and put a comforting hand on his arm. She could see that this topic wasn't easy for him.

"Though maybe what you said was the point." He straightened suddenly and his gaze went back to the figurine. "Maybe he wasn't completely against me joining the guard, just... joining the right one."

His smile became wider and it was like his whole face lit up. Elena raised the little soldier's arms to make it cheer. They both laughed at how expressive this piece of wood was.

"So where is your coach now?" Elena asked, caressing the wooden toy one more time.

He only sighed at first and for a moment his gaze became clouded again, before he shook his head to cast the memories away.

"I wish I knew," he sent her a sad smile. "One day he just... disappeared. A few trinkets and one letter is all the proof I have that he wasn't just my hallucination."

Elena's lips twitched in a matching sad smile, but before she could say anything, they both heard a voice from downstairs, calling the unmistakable word 'dinner!'

Gabe clapped his hands on his knees and sprung up to his feet.

"Ah, just in time", he extended his hand to Elena. "I think eating is a much more fun topic than discussing the weird things I did in my childhood."

Elena examined his face for a moment more, but gave up on asking all the questions that pushed to the tip of her tongue. She sent him a smile instead and accepted his hand.

"Oh, you mean you did more weird things?" She made the little figurine gasp.

"I feel like I shouldn't have started this topic," Gabe laughed.

"Oh no, you won't escape now." She poked him in the chest and put the little soldier in his hand. "I gotta know all the crazy stories."

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you something," Gabe raised his hands in defeat. "But you can't mention it to my parents, please, they'll never stop until they tell you my whole life story."

Elena made a theatrical gesture of tapping her lips in thought as she backed out of the room.

"I'll consider it," she sent him a wide grin and in a second turned and ran towards the stairs.

"Hey- wait!" Gabe called out, running right after her to save what was left of his reputation.

[reallilystuff]

hey has anyone made a alien yn yet. idk how im gonna tag this shit help...

also like has anyone made a vanessa/reader yet or am i just gay for her..... uhhhh..... think something is wrong with me

[iamthecomet]

You ever get an idea that would be so much better as an AU, except you're not sure what the AU should actually be?

[dylanlenivyy]

do yall think old scars shed when the wolves shift? ive been thinking abt trans!dylan losing his top surgery scars and getting upset about it

[ninas-gf]

currently rotating a eujean san junipero AU around in my head

[ghost-proofbaby]

i want you to know that i keep getting this biker couple's tik toks on my fyp and every time i see one i melt into the floor because its so 24 hours eddie and reader AND I MISS 24 HOURS EDDIE SO BAD AND I ESPECIALLY MISS WHEN THEY WATCHED HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON

STOP DON'T MAKE ME THINK ABOUT THEM WHEN I'M TRYING TO WRITE FOR MAROON DON'T DO THIS TO ME DON'T-

[rosyredlipstick]

now why the FUCK did i just get a new fic idea

[petrichoravellichor]

Me then, watching the show writers try SO HARD to write a single male character that Dean doesn’t have immediate chemistry with: "Hahaha sucks to be y'all!" *is Here For It™ in multishipper*

Me now, attempting to write Dean interacting with uuuh, characters he is NOT SUPPOSED TO BE WITH (romantically) in this fic: "...Shit." *is Cursed™ in multishipper*

[astriiformes]

Navigating a slightly awkward fandom etiquette situation that I'd be interested in other folks' input on

I was a part of a really neat little gift exchange where my own prompt ended up having to be filled by a pinch-hitter, which may be one reason for the mismatch. The TL;DR is I had requested a genfic (unsurprisingly to you all, I am sure) and the gift I ended up getting was... not, and felt a bit like it veered from the prompt to additionally focus on a character I don't care as much for.

(Ultimately I am not horribly put-out because this was for a small fandom and there were a number of other works people did for the exchange that I got excited about, and also the vibes of the whole event have been lovely and kind which is why I don't want to kill that!)

My dilemma is I feel like I still ought to leave a comment on the fic -- it doesn't seem right not to on an exchange gift, especially when someone stepped up to write something last minute and I think just genuinely didn't understand my preferences. However I am still feeling a tiny bit of aromantic weariness about the situation, and feel a bit uncomfortable with that. My usual "If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all" fic policy is failing me here, and there are at least a few bits of it I still liked and could bring up in a comment. But it all feels a little disingenuous.

Just contemplating the best sort of comment to leave that won't hurt the writer's feelings and even expresses some gratitude for stepping up at the last minute (since I'm sure there are other folks getting excited about the story, and I like that thought) but also doesn't totally misrepresent what I am About in fandom, you know?

[threewaywithdelusion]

I want to read a zombie apocalypse Stranger Things story. Set after season 3, but the Byers have already moved to California. Hawkins in the epicentre because the “zombies” are flayed humans or people whose blood mixed with Demogorgon blood or whatever. So the Hawkins gang has to try to make it across the country to California because not only do they want to find their friends but they also need El. She’s the only one who has any hope of fixing this.

The thing is, they have to take their parents with them. (I assume Steve’s parents weren’t in Hawkins). Both Wheeler parents (and Holly), the Sinclairs, the Buckleys, Mrs. Henderson, and Ms. Mayfield are all dragged along by their weirdly competent children. They’re all horrified by the apocalypse and trying to act brave for their kids, but meanwhile their kids are looking up to Steve and Nancy, who are heavily armed with their bat and gun and acting like this is a normal Tuesday.

They head west, driving when the roads are clear and they can find gas, walking when they can’t. Maybe they meet people along the way. Other people fleeing Hawkins — Eddie and Wayne, maybe, who have set out on their own. Eddie hotwires a car and gets them mobile after days of walking where they’re barely made it past the Indiana border. Maybe Chrissy already ended up with them when they saved her from a prior zombie attack that killed her mom (and she and Max can bond about the mixture of grief and guilt and relief they feel). Maybe Jason is with them, annoying Eddie and Wayne to no end (he can die later on).

Technology has gone down, so there’s no real communication. (Would radios still work?). They’re heading blindly west and hoping the Byers are there. It would normally make more sense to stay out — El can find them, so they should let her come to them — but they have to keep moving because it isn’t safe. Not only are there zombies (“Demozombies!” “No, Dustin, we’re not calling them that”) but scary groups of humans who kill first and ask questions later.

Steve and Nancy grow closer as the de facto leaders of the group. They are both carrying so much weight on their shoulders, trying to make sure everyone stays alive. Nancy is the practical one who keeps them moving even when it hurts, even when they have to leave people behind, and Steve is the one who watched their six and makes sure everyone stays safe.

Dustin, Lucas, and Mike know random facts about compasses and radios that help them along the way. Erica does the math for how far they’ve gone and how long it will take them to reach California. Robin and Steve have been bonded by Starcourt but haven’t really had time to get to know each other yet and they’re doing it in an apocalypse, which turns their codependency up to 11. When Steve gets all stressed about looking after the kids or about what their life will look like now, Robin is the one who jokes with him and reminds him there’s still good in the world. He has no idea where his parents are, but he has his soulmates and his kids so he has to keep going.

Maybe they almost die at one point. They’re cornered on all sides and there’s nothing they can do and then all of the Demozombies stop and walk away. Maybe Kali finds them and saves them.

Maybe the radios still work and they find Suzie and Eden, making their way through the wilderness with a pack of their feral younger siblings.

Maybe they make it to California and the Byers aren’t there. (They had to run too. The government came for El and they’re in hiding, but El has been watching her friends and she’s coming. Maybe she never lost her powers. Maybe in the apocalypse, she got them back).

I don’t know. This idea occurred to me today, so I haven’t put a ton of thought into it yet. I just think it would be fun to have these kids go through a proper apocalypse. They’d be ready. They all keep weapons under the beds and their walkies close and they have bags packed in case they need to run. Most of the world wasn’t expecting the apocalypse. But the Party? They were ready.

[seagullcharmer]

blaaaargh < once again working on designing an alternate ghirahim

[bluelolblue]

I want John and Santino to be my dads -

That'd be cool af honestly

"Hey my dads are John Wick and Santino D'Antonio 😎...what about you?"

Be the most fucking popular kid damn 💀

No one would want to mess with you and if they do...they're found dead the next day...not even a day later and they're dead

"Don't mind them they're just flirting in their own way 🙃 yeah my dads are kinky"

LOOK AT MY DADS EVERYONE 😃

[elftwink]

my favourite part of editing is using the comment function to leave instructions for myself pointing out how shits fucked. my least favourite part of editing is having to actually unfuck all the shit i noticed