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hemmohaze · 5 months

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Valentine’s Day Plans

Word Count: 1,000+

Warnings: Strong Language

AN: Okay what if i said this is my favorite fic I’ve ever written. Maybe it’s because Cal is my cheat lane as well. Happy reading and hope you all enjoy<3

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February 13th 2019

Daniella Walker. The name that is mainstream as she was making her way into the music scene as what the internet calls their "pop princess."

Daniella first had internet fame how everyone does in the early 2010's, by posting on Youtube. From the age of 16 she started posting covers of her singing different popular songs at the time ranging from Halsey to Ariana Grande. First viral video being her cover of Honeymoon Avenue from the album Yours Truly.

Her life changed at 19 when one of her self produced songs called Speechless dropped and became an overnight sensation. Flying from her home country of London, England to countless radio interviews to her first American Music Awards as an attendee and performer at.

That’s when she met some of her longtime friends in the music industry, 5 Seconds of Summer. She met them because she accidentally bumped into a red haired Micheal as she was coming off stage and they were about to take the stage. The two gushing over much they enjoyed each other’s music.

She was a huge Amnesia fan.

Over the years they continued to keep contact with one another. She was featured on their 3rd album Youngblood on their song Want You Back as backing vocals.

Daniella had also become a regular feature in 5SOS content. As well as being posted on their respective girlfriend’s Instagram’s pretty frequently.

For a little while she was considered a groupie when she went to Bali with them in 2016. Until stan twitter quickly defended her from the trolls on the internet claiming how do they not know her.

She was now 24 standing in line at her favorite local coffee and bagel spot in downtown Los Angeles. The line continued move at a slow pace as she hummed along to the beat in her airpods she been sent the night previous. She was absolutely in love with it. She had a studio session set with Max Martin that she definitely couldn't be late for.

He's worked with artists like Taylor Swift, Kelly Clarkson, Ariana Grande, and Britney Spears.

It's been a dream of hers to work with him and only her 3rd album that is saying she's gotta be doing something right.

She finally approached Bailey, one of the cashiers she had blossomed a friendship from after being a regular here for 4 months.

"Everything bagel with a side of strawberry cream cheese and Iced Americano double shot with light ice and vanilla creamer!" She shouted to the back. "Hey Daniella."

A smile was plastered on her face. "Hey girlfriend! You'll never believe what I've got planned today." She started as she dug in her purse for her card to hand over for her to swipe.

"Please you're literally a pop star. If you told me you were going to meet up with Kim Kardashian I would probably believe you." She stated in her strong jersey accent as she handed the card back.

"No I wish, but on my bucket list though, maybe I could get a discount on those Skims bodysuits I like. Anyways besides the point here, somehow managed to get a studio session with Max Martin! And cherry on top, the guys are showing up with Ryan fucking Tedder.” She said excitedly as she moved off to the side of the line so other people could move.

"See this is what I mean. It's Thursday at nine in the morning and you're going to work with your hot Australian friends and I'm here covered in flour all day while dealing with the bitches in the back and isn't Max Martin that Swedish dude who's written and produced for basically every A list singer." She leaned against the register.

"Yeah it's so exciting is it not. And Alexis you're so talented at making bagels. Hone in on that." She joked making the curly haired blonde roll her eyes in fake annoyance.

“Your accent makes this sound all posh Dani.”

“Oh whatever.”

"Your beautiful everything bagel and iced coffee m'lady." Bailey turned around to the kitchen workers as she handed her two paper bags one full of her favorite little snacks and the other with her bagel.

"Oh my goodness, you didn't have to do th-." She started.

"Oh please shut up yes I did. You're gonna be late with the hot guys.”

“Text me when you can, I'd love to hear all about it." She smiled.

"Will do."

As she was on the highway on the way to the studio her mind was clouded with thoughts some negative some positive, but mostly negative.

Before she knew it she was finding a parking spot and walking into Capitol Records.

Showing security her badge, she looked down at her Apple Watch and cursed, realizing she was going to be late if she didn’t climb the stairs in under 2 minutes. Thank god for her zumba classes she’s been taking.

Once she figured out what studio she was gonna be in for the next 6 hours, she spotted his long hair and glasses talking to Ryan and the four men sat in the couch in the corner. All of them laughing at something on Luke's phone. She knocked bringing their attention to her standing at the door slightly out of breath.

"Daniella! Pleasure to finally meet you." Max said getting up from the comfy chair to give her hug.

"So nice to meet you too. I'm so incredibly excited and I also see you've invited some of my good friends." She stated nudging Ryan's elbow.

"He had a lot of positive things to say about you." He said sitting back down.

"Daniella you probably know them," Ryan gestured to the men sitting on the couch.

"Know them. These guys are basically a second family to me." She joked.

"I hope you don't mind that I decided to bring them along here to hopefully do some live instrumentals for ya." He told her looking at her with a smile.

"Oh my goodness not at all! It actually sounds so cool. I’ve missed these guys." She smiled widely.

Micheal stood up and gave her a brotherly hug. “Have you gotten shorter?” He joked making Daniella give him the bird.

“Haven’t you gotten weirder.”

“Touché.”

Ashton was next, giving her another squeeze and pat on the head.

Then Luke who did their handshake they made up in Bali together, that neither of them forgot even after 4 years.

Finally it was Calum who smiled at her first and then suddenly picked up her up and spun her around in a circle, earning a loud laugh from Daniella and his signature smile that she still got butterflies from.

Even after her 6 years of knowing him, he still makes her blush like a school girl.

“Alright everyone let’s get to work to hear this beautiful voice of hers.” Max stated turning around and facing the recording booth as Daniella walked in and put on her headphones.

Two hours passed as Daniella stood in the recording booth, recording the second verse. She was mumbling the possible verse in the microphone. The song had a Lorde lyricism with Ariana Grande singing vibe.

She and Max had titled the song Selfish. Max and Ryan giving her corrections if needed. Other than the couple comments or corrections from the group she had total artistic freedom and she loved that.

“Could we leave that first half blank of that chorus and I’ll stack some more vocal layers on that run.” Daniella suggested over the noise of the metronome. “Thank you.”

“Yup sounds amazing.”

While Ryan was stacking her vocals, she leaned next to Ashton's drum kit and told him what pace she needed for the chorus.

Calum was fiddling with his bass strings trying to tune them when Daniella walked over. “So what’s your big opinion on it??”

“I think it sounds bloody brilliant.” He said in a Scottish accent.

“Don’t make fun of the Scottish people.”

“You always seem to forget I’m half Scottish and you’re literally British.” He laughed as she hit his tattooed arm slightly.

Max leaned into Micheal's headset, "Okay Mike start from when Daniella comes in at "I used to be cautious about this and stop when the beat drops back down to the acoustic version that we have prepared.”

3 more hours passed as their session ended and Daniella so proud of the song they had made and gotten mastered.

"Alright, could we schedule another one for Friday morning? We’ve got selfish crossed off the list. We could get started on Messier Things as well." Max asked her looking at his calendar.

She nodded with a thumbs up. "That should work with me."

"It was so good to finally see you guys today. What’s new in the wonderful world of 5SOS land." She asked the boys as they were walking to a lunch spot on the less crowded side of LA so the likelihood of them all being noticed and ambushed by paparazzi was a zero percent chance.

“Going on a promo tour for Easier. Thats literally all. New York, LA, Atlanta, and some overseas.” Ashton said laughing.

"Well whatt are you guys doing for the day of love that happens to be tomorrow." She asked wiggling her fingers together.

"Spending time with Sierra." Luke quickly answered with a smile. He loves that woman more than air it seems. But it’s good to see him so happy.

"Crystal wants to go see some new movie." Micheal stated with a raised eyebrows. He probably had no clue but he was with Crystal and thats all he cared about.

“Oo lemme know if you need a dog sitter. I’ll bring Pepper. Y’know she loves Moose and Southy.”

"Probably just a dinner with KayKay." Ashton’s bright smile came up whenever he talked about KayKay.

"Absolutely nothing." Calum said quickly with a slight eye roll. She knew how he felt about Valentine's Day. He hated that day with every fiber in his being.

"We could spend it together Cal, I'm not doing anything either. It can be like old times!" Reminiscing on when they would go their favorite Ramen restaurant in the city and rewatch Criminal Minds at his house whenever they were both free.

As much as only everyone around them knows, they've had a flirty relationship ever since they've met. But what they don’t know is they claim they’re just friends who have occasionally kissed each other, slept in the same bed, and she's worn his clothes more than once but just friends.

But due to them being too awkward to act upon their obvious feelings, they have no official label on whatever they are.

"Ramen on Melrose it is." He laughed making Daniella laugh along with him.

#5sos #luke hemmings #micheal clifford #calum hood #calum hood smut #calum and daniella #cause im a singer #ashton irwin #5sos fanfic #micheal 5sos #calum 5sos #luke 5sos #ashton 5sos

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himbo-in-limbo · 1 year

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I got new brushes n I like how they work!

also been having this idea of a yautja with a red gauntlet for a hand an so I made the Crimson Claw! (Just call her Crimson)

She’s a well known elite that had the amazingly brutal battle with a xceno queen that resulted in her loosing her right arm! Even if she’s had a few pups in her years she prefers to hunt instead. (Probably has had like 4 pups)

not a long legacy (in yautja eyes) but for her that’s more than enough to secure her bloodline. has hunted on earth before and took a liking to Earths furry little (not food) creature’s named…”cats”…the small ash colored furball was very entertaining and so much so that she took it back home alive 🤷🏽. It’s name is “Spite” since it liked to attack Crimson solely out of it 🤭

Aside from that she very much enjoyed the meat that earth had to offer (specifically beef) they don’t have anything exactly like it on Prime.

Another fun tid bit is that prime elders have been nagging Crimson to start training the youngbloods since she has been neglecting to do her share and to this day…she has not 💀 (she says “youngbloods are idiots, I don’t want to deal with that”)

Very very responsible.

#idk why she has so much of a personality #I just think it’s funny #my art #digital art #digital illustration #original design #original character #my oc #oc lore #predator #yautja #yautja oc #new oc

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cinturon-cadena · 11 months

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DP x DC Smallville

Okay, I've been forming this theory for a while now, but this scene just cemented it:

The bottom of her boots? Fenton F??? There is no way you can't tell me those aren't Fenton-grade boots!

Hear me out. I have other evidence.

The principal in season 1 is a man of Asian decent named Kwan. Who else do we know named Kwan?

And to top it off, Smallville's Kwan has a son named Danny. Now obviously, his son isn't Fenton/Phantom, BUT assuming at least the class and maybe the entire town of Amity Park learns Danny's secret, it wouldn't be out of the ordinary that some of his classmates grow up and name a child after their town hero. Even if they never learn Danny's secret, Danny Fenton himself did lead the entire class against Ember and Youngblood, as well as exhibited other noble qualities, so it's not out of the question that at least one of his classmates had a child whom they named 'Danny'.

2. As discussed in this post, the whole 'Kryptonite-is-crystalized-Ectoplasm' theory. Now some of the more meticulous (me) might be wondering, 'if this theory holds up and Kryptonite-Ectoplasm is giving random people in Smallville super/ghost powers, then why didn't Amity Park have the same activity?' Why thank you, Skeptical Voice In My Head! I'll tell you why. First of all, Smallville has had 12 years-worth of exposure to the Kryptonite-Ectoplasm, that's why! During the course of Danny Phantom's runtime we only get to see ~1 year pass. 2 if we're being generous. In addition, despite having a literal portal to Hell the Infinite Realms open basically 24/7 in the town, along with near-daily/hourly ghost attacks, the citizens of Amity Park themselves do not seem to regularly come into contact with any form of Ectoplasm. Unlike in Smallville, where people are handling the stuff almost daily - hell, dozens of people just casually wear it as jewelry, and I guarantee more than 1 person has at least a meteorite rock or 2 in their home, as a keepsake. There is also a potential argument to be made about crystalized Ectoplasm-Kryptonite being more potent than the ambient radiation/gas/liquid stuff we see in Amity Park.

3. There is literally a canonical town near Smallville called Amityville. Enough said.

4. Which brings us to number 4. The Boots.

I propose that it is highly likely that Danny's class grew up through the events of Danny Phantom (sin Phantom Planet), and that Smallville takes place somewhere around ~25 years after the Portal opens. Kwan grew up to be a teacher, then principal, and named his son after Danny (whether he knew Danny's secret or not). Fenton Works continued on in some capacity, whether it's still the Dr's Fenton going at it or if Danny/Jazz inherited the family business, and at some point made a line of Fenton-grade combat boots. Heck, maybe Sam had a say in their design (it is the kind of thing she'd wear).

In addition, if this is ~25 years later, then Amity Park would be full of Liminals right now - probably keeping their nature on the down-low so the rest of the world doesn't know, or being held under a Team Phantom (Foley/Fenton/Technus) or GIW-mandated blackout. Either way, the general world knows Amity ParkVille exists, but not that Liminals live there (unlive?).

And because their exposure to Ectoplasm was much more gradual and they would have had enough cultural exposure to ghosts, they would adapt to their newfound Liminality powers much more effectively than the poor flash-exposured citizens of Smallville who end up insane because they can't handle the sudden influx of power they're granted. The citizens of Amity Park have the tech and know-how to deal with weird ectoplasm-induced ghost powers. They've seen and interacted with enough ghosts that the idea of Obsessions/Purposes/insert-headcanon-here isn't far-fetched and they'd know how to deal with it in a slightly more constructive way (or at least, be able to handle the ghostly aggression that Liminals seem to have, if Smallville is any indication).

SO, In Conclusion, Danny Phantom's Amity Park and Smallville are in the same universe, albeit DP is ~25 years ahead of Smallville's setting.

Just Saying.

#smallville #superman #dpxdc #amity park is amityville #and smallville and amityville are near each other #just saying #the POTENTIAL #THINK ABOUT IT!!!!#this could also lean into the 'Phantom was the First Hero' AU #wow this post was much longer than I thought it'd be #whoopsies!#time to go actually finish that episode now.....

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fallevs · 4 months

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assumptions: you don't like waking up early, you like listening to songs on loop, and you appreciate flowers more than the average person :)

Hello and thank you El! ✨️

Partially false! I like to wake up early if I'm not working, so I can take my time eating breakfast and then do my chores without rushing. But for work I'm forced to wake up at 4, and I don't like that very much but I have to do it, sob, and now I'm doing even better! For three years I've been waking up at 2:30 am

True! I get obsessed with different things. Even with songs it's like that! One in particular (youngblood by 5sos) got me so hooked that I drove for an hour listening exclusively to that one!

True! I love flowers, I love to know their meaning, smell them, touch them, but unfortunately I have absolutely no green thumb. It's very black actually. I also make succulents die 😭

#thank you elaine <3 #ask game #true/false ask game #about me

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sweetimpurity · 1 month

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when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers or moots (positivity is cool) 💖

Thank you so much Aph! And I've been asked this question by three other people so I'll tag those sweeties here too! Thank you @slushycoookie @oharaslove and @cupcakeinat0r !!🍬🩷

I wasn't an Ariana Grande fan until this past year and then I was playing her music on repeat. This song especially it's beautiful ugh! This whole album I think is really good!

2. WHO has watched Undead Unluck? If you have, then you know this song and it just makes me happy and it's such a good song. Makes me think of Andy in the end credits he's so handsome.

3. Okay. Me reading fan fiction on the school bus as a 13 year old, it was all about Harry. I'm a Niall girl since the 1D days but a Harry girl in my soul. And this is my favorite song off his most recent album. Whole album= 11/10 🏆

4. Come oonnnnn... I was also always a Calum girl reading imagines in middle school. And this song is always in my playlists. Love love love. And their album Youngblood is another 11/10.

5. My mommy and I sing this in the car together hehe ❤︎ Chappell is amazing and all of her songs as incredible! We really need more artists like her who just all around seem like good people.

#5 songs #ask answered #anon ask #answered asks #send me asks #ask me anything #ask #chappell roan #ariana grande #5sos #5 seconds of summer #harry styles #one direction #niall horan #undead unluck anime #undead andy #undead unluck

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profiterole-reads · 2 years

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2022 Favourites

In no particular order. This is content I've read and watched in 2022, not necessarily content released in 2022.

Books

1. A Taste of Gold and Iron by Alexandra Rowland: m/m heroic fantasy + non-binary characters. This was one of my most expected novels of the year and I was fully satisfied with the result. One of the protagonists suffers from severe anxiety.

2. [French] L’Héritage des Rois-Passeurs by Manon Fargetton: portal fantasy with a lesbian protagonist. The French language in the secondary world is different, but I don't know if the author invented the variations or based them on something real.

3. Sword Dance by AJ Demas: m/nb historical fantasy. This trilogy takes place in a fictional world based on Ancient Greece. It's a delightful mix of intrigue and domesticity shenanigans.

4. The Hollow Star Saga by Ashley Shuttleworth: f/f and m/m urban fantasy (YA). This series about the fae also includes a touch of Greek mythology. I care a lot about all the characters.

5. Youngblood by Sasha Laurens: f/f urban fantasy (YA). This is my favourite queer vampire novel. It's an excellent mix of vampire lore, romance and mystery.

6. The Magic Between by Stephanie Hoyt: m/m magical realism. The characters have superpowers, but it's not superhero fiction. It's a fun bi4bi romance.

7. One Verse Multi by Sander Santiago: m/m/m science fiction with a trans male protagonist. This is my favourite read of the year. I loved the science in this story and how the author played with the Mandela effect (false memories shared by many people).

8. Safe and Sound by EM Lindsey: m/m romance. This is a very moving hurt & comfort novel. This author always does a great job with the intersectionality of queerness and disability, deafness and vertigo in this case.

9. If You Still Recognise Me by Cynthia So: f/f romance. This novel is about identity (queer, but also British and Cantonese) and fandom.

10. [Spanish] Anne sin Filtros by Iria Parente and Selene Pascual: f/f/m romance with a trans male protagonist (YA). This novel is also about queerness and fandom. I've read several books by these authors and this is my fave.

TV shows

1. Ancient Detective: murder mystery/wuxia with BL vibes + a non-binary character in the last few episodes. While this c-drama is mostly m/f, I appreciated the queer touches, as well as the complex plot.

2. Legend of Yunze: GL wuxia. This c-drama is a quick watch, with episodes that are only a few minutes long. What's nice is that the f/f is not very censored for a Chinese show.

3. The Lost Tomb/DMBJ franchise: adventure/fantasy with BL vibes. This c-drama franchise kept me busy for a good part of the year and I estimate that I've seen about half of it. It covers a genre that is relatively rare in Western shows.

4. Bulgasal: urban fantasy with a queer-coded villain. Sure, queer-coded villains aren't the best form of representation, but the one in this k-drama is very well-written. The reincarnation plot is fascinating as well.

5. Vampire Academy: urban fantasy with some f/f and some m/m (YA). I loved the movie way back and I'm glad that they've added queer representation to the show, even though it would have been even better if they had made the Lissa/Rose subtext canon.

6. Wednesday: murder mystery/urban fantasy with a probably a-spec protagonist (YA). This is a delightful adaptation of the Addams Family, true to the old movies.

7. Love in the Air: BL romance. This addictive Thai drama is my favourite show of the year. Payu/Rain are my fave couple, they're so playful and loving. For Prapai/Sky, there's a lot of hurt & comfort, which gave me so many feels.

8. Semantic Error: BL romance. This k-drama's protagonist is on the autism spectrum. It's enemies-to-lovers, or rather annoyances-to-lovers.

9. She Makes My Heart Flutter: GL romance. This k-drama is a quick watch. I love that it mostly focuses on sapphic friendships.

10. Heartstopper: m/m romance with some f/f and a trans girl (YA). I love the webcomic and the adaptation is really well done. It's such a sweet story.

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xxfanfiction-emo-trinityxx · 2 years

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Killjoys Never Die 15/15 - Save Yourself

Chapter Summary: There is only one way out: the way forward. And BLI does everything in their power to stop you. What nobody saw coming was your backup. Pairing: Fun Ghoul x fem!Reader Chapter Word Count: 4 360 Series Warnings: mentions of drugs; poor mental health; suicidal tendencies; insecurities; throwing up; jealousy; slavery (?); experiments on living humans; mentions of eating disorder; graphic descriptions of: violence, injuries, torture, death

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Recap: You had made it into BLI’s headquarters, freed Kobra, but on your way out directly walked into BLI’s trap.

You had made it so far, into the very heart of BLI, had found Kobra, but it had been a trap all along, and now a SCARECROW-unit had opened their fire on you.

You did not know how, but like a miracle the first salve of shot missed you, as you all simultaneously turned to run for the doors. Where would you go from there? Outside more SCARECROWs were waiting, and you had no idea where the Youngbloods were, whether they were even still alive. One step after the other, you reminded yourself, as you covered Jet and Party, who dragged Kobra along. First you had to make it to the doors.

Blindly shooting over your shoulder, you followed them. Judging by the noise behind you some of your shots even found their target.

The closer you got to the doors, the better you could make out the scene behind them. An explosion had set fire to a building across the square. Countless BLI vehicles and what looked like hundreds of SCARECROWs and DRACs had crowded between you and that building. Flames were lighting up the night, flashing cold-white lights from the cars flickered over the facades of the surrounding buildings.

There was nowhere you could go. Even if you made it out of this building, you were as good as dead. The DRACs outside would have surrounded you within seconds. The SCARECROWs behind you were closing the distance between you too fast. It was hopeless. This would be the end.

That was when Fun, being the first one in the group, reached the doors.

“Go,” he shouted, holding it open for Jet and Party, who dragged Kobra along between them. The poor guy looked like he was about to pass out.

Fun waited until you were past him, and shot you a smile.

“Save yourself, I’ll hold them back” he shouted at you, alarming you.

He wasn’t gonna do the stupid thing, which he had promised you not to do, was he? He just couldn’t, couldn’t! Still in full sprint, you tried to come to a halt, but you were already outside. And then Fun pulled the door closed between you.

“Fun!”

You scream alerted the other three, who also came to a stop, as you turned around to properly take in the situation. The glass of the door separated Fun and you. He was locked in with the SCARECROWs, you locked out, forced to watch from the other side of the glass.

He was trying to buy time, just like four years ago. He was sacrificing himself, breaking his promise to you. Because you had promised each other nobody would be left behind.

Everything else faded to the background, as you stared at him through the glass. His lips moved, saying something. You could not be sure but you were certain it was along the lines of “Can’t let you die.”

Anger bubbled in your chest, as you watched him turn his back on you, firing at the SCARECROWs who had almost caught up with him, bringing down one after the other. You remembered the huge scar right above his heart, where the blaster shot had hit him when he had been killed. History would not repeat itself, you swore to yourself. Fun would not die, sacrificing himself to save his friends. He would not die in an attempt to buy you time by protecting these doors. You would not let him die. You just couldn’t. As in a trance you lifted your own blaster, aiming at the glass, at a spot where Fun would not get hit, and fired.

Along with your first shot, suddenly the facade of a house several dozen feet to your side exploded into rubble. You could not be bothered, as you fired a second, a third shot. The glass did not splinter. Jet and Party had joined you, still holding up Kobra between them, firing at the glass relentlessly.

You ignored the SCARECROWs behind you, who had finally taken notice of you. You ignored the way the house next to the headquarters had a hole blown into its walls, ignored the white tank that suddenly rolled into the square.

No, not white. It once had been, but now graffiti and paintings were splashed all over it, the most prominent a first holding up a hand grenade. The tank moved surprisingly fast, until it was in the middle of the square, before it started firing. Not ammunition in the classical sense. It fired at the buildings, at their white facades, and wherever it landed a hit, colour exploded. Reds and greens and yellows and blues and purples and pinks.

The tank was followed by a pick-up truck, rattling over the rumble of the destroyed facade. A once blue pick-up truck with Sandman behind the wheel, Soul Punk on the passenger seat, and Novocaine and Phoenix setting of fireworks from the back of the truck; fireworks that flew to the sky, exploding into a million stars of purple and gold. They whooped and cheered over the noise of the vehicles, over the terrified screams of the SCARECROWs who had never seen this much colour in their lives.

And then came the Killjoys; shouting battle cries, and singing hymns of freedom, following the tank and the truck, dressed in the colours of the rainbow, armed with grenades of paint, and grim smiles. There were hundreds of them, swarming the square, washing over the white of the SCARECROWs and DRACs like a wave over the beach, leaving nothing in their wake but colours.

You saw none of it, did not bother. All you saw was the glass that would not shatter, the glass which separated Fun from you, the glass that trapped him with the SCARECROWs. Each shot by them that missed him was a blessing. He fired at them, while you, Party and Jet fired at the glass. But you were just as much in danger as Fun. Not all SCARECROWs had submitted to panic at the sight of the tank and the colours, instead heading straight your way.

You would not make it, you suddenly realised once more. The enemy was all around, and even with the help of whichever mysterious force the Youngbloods had brought out to play, you would not make it, not all of you.

As if to prove you right, the SCARECROWs behind you opened fire, their shots so barely missing your head that you could smell where it had singed your hair. Jet turned around, and fired back at them, but it was no use. There were simply too many.

If this was the end, you could at least say you went down fighting for the people you loved. And maybe an end like this was not too bad, with the flashes of blasters left and right, the white lights of the BLI car lights, the colourful fireworks in the sky, the colour and life of the Zones washing over the dead white of BLI.

A blaster shot from behind your back missed you so narrowly, that the white fabric of the BLI suit jacket turned brown from where it had been burned, just as the glass you had kept firing at relentlessly suddenly splintered, crashing to the ground.

Launching forward, you grabbed Fun through the splintered glass, and pulled him out backwards, your fingers twisted into the fabric of his jacket. As you turned around, you finally got a look at the scene in front of the BLI headquarters for the first time.

Colour and light were driving out the night, songs and triumphant howling roared through the air and right in the middle of it the tank, fat red letters splattered over the side. “American Idiots”. A myth, a legend, the story Killjoys told themselves to fall asleep at night. The rebels that lived on the narrow sliver of land between Battery City and the sea, the heroes who freed those citizens who began doubting BLI. None of those stories were myths, as the scene before you proved. You had never seen so many Killjoys in one place, and most likely never would again. They had come here, together with the Youngbloods. To save Kobra. To save the Fabulous Killjoys. To save you.

You only had a moment to take in the scene before the pick-up with the Youngbloods came to a screeching halt, blocking the SCARECROWs direct line to you.

“Jump in,” Novocaine shouted.

You did not have to be told twice. Party and Jet hauled Kobra to the back of the truck, trying to stay low enough to stay out of the SCARECROWs’ line of fire. Novocaine and Phoenix helped pull the others on board, before Party extended his hand to you, but you shook your head, pointing to Fun. No way would you leave him to get on last, he might just have another stupid idea. Party did seem to think the same, because he quickly grabbed Fun’s wrist and pulled him up, before both of them reached for you, helping you in as well, Fun tucking you immediately into an embrace.

You had not even sat down yet, when the truck already started driving again, accelerating so fast that you almost fell over, and off the back. Quickly Fun tightened his hold on you, wrapping his arms around you as tightly as he could, keeping you from losing your balance, and dropping both of you to sit down.

“What the hell were you thinking,” you hissed at him, turning in his arms to be able to look up at him.

His eyes found yours, soft, and full of love.

“Couldn’t let you guys die there,” he answered, his face mere inches away from yours. You were wondering if he thought of kissing you. You sure as hell were tempted to kiss him, no matter how mad you were at him. Not the moment for such thoughts, you reminded yourself. “Not again. Least of all you.”

While the truck was racing over the square, Novocaine and Phoenix closed the back end of the truck, so nobody would fall off. You were heading right for the tank, as you could tell, now sitting squeezed between Fun and Kobra. Kobra’s body was strangely cool against yours, weakened from the years of malnutrition and torture, whereas Fun’s was hot from all the running and fighting he had done.

On top of the tank stood three figures, still firing what looked like paint balls, at the members of BLI, who were running around like a scared chickens, no order in their rows, as they were splattered in paint.

“Killjoys never die!” Soul Punk shouted from the front of the truck, a phrase that was repeated by the other Youngbloods.

It seemed to be a signal, because suddenly one of the Killjoys on the tank, one with dishevelled black hair, and black eyeliner, lifted a megaphone up.

“Killjoys never die!” He shouted through it, and as if on command, all the Killjoys on the ground suddenly began moving back towards the hole in the facade through which they had entered the square.

The truck took a different route though, sped off into the opposite direction and into one of the broad streets between the sky scrapers.

The last glance you got at the square before you turned the first corner showed you the extent of the damage that had been done.

The glass doors to the headquarters were broken, nothing left but shards on the ground now. The facade of the building next to it had broken down completely, where the tank had driven through it. The last Killjoys were just climbing over the rubble, the tank itself with its three Killjoys on top, the American Idiots, bringing up the rear.

The rest of the buildings were covered in paint that ran down the walls and collected in puddles of colour on the ground. The SCARECROWs and DRACs had crowded in the square, bathed in paint, still panicking, still running around aimlessly. They had been overrun. Terror had settled deep in their hearts. Within less than three minutes their precious, once white heart of the city had been turned into the most colourful place in all of the northern hemisphere.

Then they were out of sight.

Anxiously you waited for the sound of sirens, motors following you. Everyone seemed to do the same.

It was the groan of Sandman, over the rushing wind and the panting of the old truck’s motor, which drew your attention away from your fear of being followed.

“Hey, everything alright there,” Party asked. He had his arm wrapped around Kobra, but now he was stretching to see into the driver’s cabin where Sandman and Soul were sitting.

Doing the same, you found it was Soul behind the wheel instead of Sandman. You could have sworn it had been the other way around.

“Yeah, might need Jet to stich me up later,” Sandman answered, sounding both pained and amused. “Took a blast to the shoulder for you.”

The two had probably switched places after Sandman had gotten shot.

The last part was directed at Kobra, their eyes meeting, and Sandman grinned happily at the sight of his old friend.

Kobra had dropped his head to Party’s shoulder in exhaustion, but smiled too.

“Didn’t ask you to,” he answered. It sounded so awfully right to finally hear his voice again.

“I know. Still wouldn’t want it any other way,” Sandman answered, before he twisted back to sit more comfortably again.

Once the conversation had died down, you focused back on the noise around you. Wind, the motor of the truck. No BLI cars, no SCARECROWs or DRACs. No one trying to stop you from leaving the city.

The tall houses shot past, and you scanned the people around you.

Phoenix and Novocaine were sitting opposite you together with Jet. They all seemed to be as anxious to leave Battery City as you were.

As long as you were within these walls, you were in a lot more danger than literally anywhere in the Zones.

Next to you, Kobra had leant against Party, who kept his arm wrapped around his younger brother. On your other side, Fun was still holding onto the hand he had offered you when he had pulled you on the pick-up truck.

The truck was going as fast as its motor managed, and a few minutes later the tall, dangerously looming walls that marked the edge of the city, came into view. As you were driving closer and closer they seemed to lean down to you, as if they were to collapse on top of you at any moment.

You could feel yourself holding your breath, as you entered the tunnel underneath them, as you seemed to accelerate more and more. There was a barrier Soul just drove through, leaving wood and metal to splinter and fly through the air like a last reminiscence of the fireworks earlier. The tunnel was lit up with lamps, brighter than the night beyond, so when the end of the tunnel came into view it was just a growing black hole you were heading for.

You felt dizzy with relief. Finally you would be out of that damned city. The Youngbloods had saved you. You had Jet sitting opposite you, smiling at you as if to say ‘We made it. We really made it’. There were Party and Kobra, the latter’s shoulder pressing to yours, still cool, but slowly growing warmer and familiar. Oh, how you had missed him. And on your other side there was Fun, his arm wrapped around your shoulder, holding you close. You had them back, all of them. You were complete again, free.

The truck sped towards the black hole that was the night beyond the tunnel without slowing down, and the second the cool night air hit your faces, the smell of desert sand filling your noses, the people around you erupted in cheers. Soul Punk kept driving, but everyone was cheering and laughing, hugging each other. You were all alive. You had made it.

But before you could join in on the celebration, there was a tuck at your shoulder, and a moment later warm lips pressed to yours.

You did not think twice as you twisted around so you could kiss Fun back, just pressed yourself closer to him, wrapped your hands in his hair and pulled him in. He smelled of motor oil, and sweat, and pine trees. All these years you had dreamt of kissing him, all these nights you had spent next to him, wondering if maybe he felt the same. And now he was kissing you, breathless and euphoric about the life you finally felt pumping in your veins again.

You laughed as you kissed him, felt his lips pull into a grin too, but he refused to pull back. You had been separated for too long, he had been ready to give his life just so you had a chance to live, and you had proven that you could survive without him dying for you. That you did not want him to make such a sacrifice.

In the back of your mind you remembered the promise he had made you, that he would not try to sacrifice himself, and that he had broken it. But that was secondary now. Because he was kissing you, and your whole body tingled with endorphins, making you dizzy, but still you could not pull away from him, from his chapped lips, his rough hands holding you close.

You could feel his heartbeat, his strands of black hair whipping around you in the wind. When he pressed his tongue to yours lips, you almost flinched in surprise, but parted you lips, letting his tongue slip into your mouth, running over your own.

Fun tasted of freedom, of life, of safety, of love. Nothing in the world would be able to compare to it. His hands found their way through the layers of your clothing, past the once white BLI uniform, and under your normal clothes, until his palms were flat on your waist. Rough hands on delicate skin. You could tell he savoured the feeling of you under his hands, of the life he could feel under his fingertips, and he sighed quietly into the kiss as you cupped the side of his face, pulling him closer to kiss you deeper.

His heartbeat thrummed in his hands, his lips, against your palm as you held his face. He was alive and warm and kissing you as passionately as if he had longed to do it for years. Little did you know that he actually had. His whole body was tense, from trying to hold you to him as close as possible, but at the same time he seemed to relax into your touch; strong muscles and scarred but soft skin. And when he eventually pulled away, lips pulled into the biggest smile you had ever seen on him, you knew that – no matter what happened – you would never be separated from him again.

“I love you,” he breathed over the rushing of wind, just loud enough for you to hear.

You leant in, kissed him again, gentler this time, whispered the words back against his lips, and he tightened his embrace on you, smiling at the confession.

When you finally pulled away, you felt like you were drained off all energy. You had not eaten since this morning, had crawled through sewers, ran up stairs, had thought one of your best friends had died, not once, but twice, had run down stairs, had fought your way out from behind a line of enemies, and still somehow none of this was as exhausting as the feeling of relief to find out your feelings were reciprocated by Fun.

Leaning your head against his shoulder as the truck bumped over stones and rocks, racing through the nightly desert, you found the stars in the sky above you were shining brightly, untouched by the damage BLI caused. It was a comfort, knowing that nothing could touch that beauty, and even if they were not always visible from earth, they would always be there.

Fun brushed his hand over your arm, and rested his head against yours. He whispered something, and almost the words would have been lost to the wind, but you still caught them.

“I’m never letting you go again.”

They made your cheeks heat up, and quickly you turned your head, pressing your lips to the side of his neck.

“Neither will I.”

The sun was rising by the time you had made it to Zone 6. There was no reason to return to the Diner. It had been compromised, you knew that. If BLI had not burnt it to the ground as they had claimed, they at least knew where you had been staying, and it would certainly be swarmed by DRACs in a few hours. Instead Soul had stirred you further to the south, to a small shed, one you had not seen in years. There was one last good bye to make, before you would leave the Zones. It had been decided that you would all go East. To DEMA.

Soul did not drive too close to the shed, just close enough to be able to make out the details. Party was about to jump off the truck, when Kobra pointed to the roof of the shed.

“She’s there.”

Against the brightening horizon you could make out the shape of a person sitting on the corrugated iron roof. At the sight of the stopped pick-up, they stood up. Brown curls stood up into all directions, and they lifted a hand to their eyes, to help them see against the rising sun.

Jet and Kobra got up too, and Fun offered you a hand, as you all stepped to the edge of the truck.

It had been four years since you had last seen the Girl. You had never dared coming back. All she knew was that the men who had protected her had died. She did not know they were back.

Until now.

Even from the distance you could see how surprised she was, and then the relief.

“Wanna get closer,” Soul asked from behind the wheel, but Party shook his head.

Lifting his hands to his mouth he shouted: “Killjoys never die!”

It took a moment, but then the Girl repeated the gesture.

“Keep running!”

Her voice was quiet, clear like a small bell in the cool morning air. It tucked at you heart, and you wanted to run over to her, and hug her for hours, to explain all that had happened. But that would have to wait.

There was a new mission that needed to be taken care of in order to stop BLI from producing new weapons, new nightmarish technology. You needed to leave to protect her. She knew that. She had always known that. She had always been so much cleverer, so much stronger than a child of her age should have to be. And now she also knew that you were not alone anymore.

The truck began moving again, and quickly you all sat down, waving at the Girl until she disappeared in the distance.

There was purpose again, a new goal: Bring down DEMA. There were crews who had requested your help. There were people you wanted to protect, who you cared about. People who loved you as much as you loved them. There was a new fight, a new battle in an ongoing war. You had won the last one with the help of your friends and a mysterious group you had thought were nothing but a legend. You had lost many times, but now that you had won once, and you would win again. For the Girl. For the American Idiots. For the Youngbloods. For Party. And Kobra. And Jet. For Fun. Fun, who had his arm wrapped around you, his head sunk to your shoulder as he dozed off.

You ran your fingers through his hair. Fun. Fun who you always had thought disliked you, but simply did not know how to deal with his emotions. Fun, who got jealous easily, until the moment he knew your heart belonged to him, who was so protective, so fragile, so strong, so stubborn, so loyal, who loved so hard, so much, so deeply. And he loved you.

You kissed his hair, and buried your nose in it, inhaling the same scent that had brought you peace so many nights. Motor oil. Pine trees. You had almost lost him today again. You had been so close to losing everyone. But after all these traps BLI had prepared for you, you still had made it out.

Taking another deep breath against Fun’s hair, you settled in a way that allowed you to both bury your nose in it, as well as keep your lips pressed to his head.

Around you the others, except for Soul who was driving, had already fallen asleep, neither of them having mentioned anything about Fun and you, maybe because they had assumed it was no new development. At least that was what you imagined they might think considering the conversation you had had with Soul about Fun the night before you had gone to Battery City.

Relaxing, engulfed by Fun’s warmth and the safety he provided, you closed your eyes. New adventures were waiting, but this time you knew you would face them side by side with your friends, with the people you trusted with your life. No, they were more than friends, had always been more than that. They were family.

As the pick-up truck kept speeding east, into the rising sun, into a new chapter of your lives, towards a new danger, a new adventure, you could not help but smile against Fun’s hair as you realised that even after your friends had died, they had all come back to life. Maybe there was some truth in that saying, you thought, as morning sun beams, wind and Fun’s hair tickled your face: Killjoys never die.

The End

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phantoms-world-and-more · 2 years

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Amity park/ ghost zone vs Justiase league legal case

AMITY PARK

they sew the justice leagues for negligence, they tried to say they didn't get any information about the attacks, one look at the phone records and emails show how wrong they were

They also showed how they put any calls/email from amity park in the spam folder

Intent to harm, the people of amity park said that they said they would get rid of them. No context.

They use that to question the ethical implications of the JL

The JL try to use anything against amity park and fail every time

The trial is broadcasted because people thought it was just a crazy town, then they watched the legal case and saw how the JL are in the wrong and start questioning them

The JL though it couldnt get worse, then they brought in the ghosts

The ghost admit to what they did but they also explain what an obsession was

The JL is double fucked because they didnt ask about the ghosts, they just said they would get rid of them

Then 5 teenagers come to the stand

Jasmine fenton, Daniel fenton, samantha mason, tucker foley and Valerie grey

They talk about how these 5 teenagers had to step up as vigilantes to protect their town

The whole world is pissed off now

The YJ team are pissed they're "too young" but 4, 14 year olds protected an intire town on make shift wepons from their lab, and 1 17 year old

The JL are so stressed it affecting their civilian lives

GHOST ZONE

The ghosts sue them on behalf of the GIW

Imagine their suprise when all the illegal activities come out

Experment, tax fraud, unethical practices,

The world sees this and has lost faith in the legal system

They try to play the self defence card but once obsessions come into play there screwed

Half of the league is pissed the GIW and their "research" exist

The other half are having an extustenchial crisis

Then they see phantom

The same phantom the GIW have been saying in a dangerous and evil entity with no emotions

The JL are so stressed they dont even try to fight this one

The world collectively is against the government now

It dosent help that the GIW try and attack all the ghosts whenever they see them, even the kid ones Like youngblood, cydny, phantom, cujo

#danny phantom #fic prompt #daily prompt #dc x dp #danny fenton #dp x dc #batman #funny #dc #lawsuit #the JL are fucked #the GIW are making things worse #the world is on amitys side #the JL are stressed

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I only want the documentary if we get it all in ONE part (jk I will take whatever crumbs they give me)

i dont trust these motherfuckers with "parts." we've been waiting on a "part 2 of making 5sos5" that i dont think exists and also "ashton talking with michael" has apparently been 4 years in the making now aND ashton never even gave us his own version of youngblood?? just the bts?? these guys can't do shit in PARTS

#pigeon #dee #not to throw shade #but if they dont give it all upfront we're never seeing the rest

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maybe the cutoff is like halfway through the year? I feel like 21 largely fits into the youngblood section though unless you’re really freshly 21 (up to 4 months in) in which case it’s sgfg. but I had the same dilemma too with being 23. sorry I thought this through too hard

Oh lol then I should have put sgfg 😭😭

#im not 21 yet (its in a few days so im already saying 21 😭 and i changed it in my bio so i don't forget later 💀)#so definitely sgfg (i put yb im a mess lmao)

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tallysgreatestfan · 11 months

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Dystopian heroines lesser known than Katniss Everdeen and Tris Prior

Wanted a small exercise in drawing very different kind of people, using the heroines of amazing dystopias I can recommend, and got a bit carried away.

Tally Youngblood – Uglies Series (Scott Westerfeld)

Mischievous, lonely, but also a bit naïve and sheltered Tally wants nothing more than to be made Pretty, to fit in, to be how she should be. As she meets the unconventional Shay, these ideas get challenged, and for a while, the two carve out every little bit of freedom their world allows them. Then Shay vanishes, and the suddenly not that friendly and utopian anymore government forces Tally to find her.

Uglies has this nice dreamy, almost utopian feeling to it, but you always sense that there is something horrible in the background. But the heart of the series, also in the two following books, is Tally and Shays quite real feeling, somewhat homoerotic (sadly only implied though, not canon) and very dysfunctional relationship. This was one of the first YA dystopias to get big, and even predates The Hunger Games, but is not as famous anymore, even if this year a movie finally will come out. Sadly, despite Tally in the books being chubby to fat, at least in the first book, and her ethnicity never stated, they cast a thin white actress for her though. 1

Sonmi-451 – Cloud Atlas (David Mitchell)

Sonmi was created as a servant in a fast food chain, but despite being as quiet as she was meant to be, she also is curious and smart and seeks justice, and as she wants more of her life than that, she ends up in a conspiracy that could end the rule of the companies governing Neo Seol.

Sonmis tale, told as an interview before her execution, is one of six stories in Cloud Atlas. I love stories of clones and androids coming into their own and realizing that they are people, and this one was one of my favorites as a teen.2

Ria – Die Verratenen (Ursula Poznanski)

Ria, a genius at rhetoric and at reading people, and always rational, is one of the leading students in sphere Hoffnung. But then she finds out about a planned assassination of her and five others, and is forced to flee into the ice-cold wilderness outside and has to bargain with the clans living there. The clans again and again attacking supply trains between the spheres. It turns out there is more to the hostility of the two groups than the spheres let her think. But they are still in danger…

A german book, I remember reading this down in one big train journey. There is always just another cliffhanger, you can’t lay this book down. The criticism of elitism and first world-third world divide is interesting too.3

Aster Grey – An Unkindness of Ghosts (Rivers Solomon)

Smart and adaptive enough to be a healer, but stern and socially awkward enough to be somewhat of an outsider even among her peers on the lower decks of a racially segregated generation ship, Asters life is already hard enough, trying to protect her mentally ill former lover and now best friend Giselle, healing people along with Theo, the bastard child of a higher decks general, avoiding the brutalizing raids. Then she finds new leads about the mysterious death of her mother, and is thrown into the power struggle among the white leaders.

This is not a light read. The discrimination and abuse Aster (and Giselle, and to an only slightly lesser extent Theo) faces, for being black, for being female, for being autistic, for being bi and nonbinary is incredibly intense and the book painfully shows every bit of it. Still, the world felt vivid and real, and Aster is a quite unique heroine. I also felt quite seen in her as a bi autistic woman.4

Mia Wiedemann – Sternenschimmer (Kim Winter)

Optimistic and kind, Mia wants to help in a refugee hostel for the refugees of an civil war on the planet Loduun. She falls in love with Iason, a cold and stern refugee still traumatized from the war, but soon tension between humans and aliens rise, and also the conflicts of the civil war follow the refugees to earth.

More a love story than a dystopian, Sternenschimmer still captured my heart as a teen because it managed to describe how vulnerable and strange and painful first love feels quite well. The worldbuilding is also quite vivid, and I like the humor.5

Also sorry that I don't have more queer heroines, except for Aster, none of them are canonically queer, even if Tally and Shay do seem to be bi, but aren't actually canonically confirmed. Bought another book with a queer heroine, but it turned out to not actually be dystopian.

(trigger warnings below the line)

1 trigger warnings: eating disorders, beauty culture, body dysmorphia, ableism, major trigger warning for the characters in the second and third book massively glorifying self harm and eating disorders and this not being handled particularly well

2 trigger warnings: rape, dehumanization, euthanisia, cannibalism, in the movie: yellowface and blackface. The setting of her story in South Korea could also play into the “cyberpunk orientalism” trope

3 trigger warnings: viruses and germs, child harm, could also possibly play into the noble s*vage trope

4 quite a lot, this book is very heavy and brutal: Most of all racism, police brutality, rape, slavery, ableism, medical gore, depictions of severe mental illness, suicide

5 I am white and not a refugee, so I am not sure about the details, but this surely glosses over a lot of the refugee experience, and also possibly paints some refugees as more dangerous than they are in reality. Also Iason can be somewhat controlling, and its not handled very well. Trigger warnings: mind control, violence (not particulary graphic), in the following books: suicide, mental illness.

#bookblr #booklr #science fiction #dystopia #YA #YA dystopia #Uglies #Cloud Atlas #Die Verratenen #An Unkindness of Ghosts #Sternenschimmer #queer representation #black representation #fanwork #fanart #my fanwork #my fanart

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