#For elf-kid2

[suzukiblu]

Greetings! I truly enjoy your writing, and I would like to see more of the Tim/Kon soulmates AU, if you feel like it!

Thank you! I do have a bit more of it lying around, sooooo . . .

Continued from here, for anyone who needs the setup.

It's early morning in Honolulu and Tim is very, very tired. He didn't sleep on the flight because he was making plans, but to be honest said plans are all shit. His best option is gonna take six months to fully execute, for starters. Which is a reasonable amount of time to have to spend getting a near-complete stranger to trust you enough to let you kidnap them away from everything and everyone they know, he knows, but still. It's not even that solid a plan, even discounting the frustrating time delay. It's just the best of a bad lot.

Maybe Tim should've, like . . . actually stopped long enough to tell Bruce what he was doing and get some advice. Or at least Alfred, anyway.

Just . . . it's fine, Tim tells himself as he and his go-bag get a taxi. This is just preliminary work anyway. Recon more than anything else. Ideally he'll manage to "meet" Superboy, but he's not dumb enough to think he's going to get the guy to like him this quick, much less trust him. The goal is "passing awareness of his civilian identity's existence" and nothing else.

Then the street kind of blows up in front of his taxi.

So that's a whole thing.

And here's Tim without so much as a damn domino in his pocket.

People are screaming, things are very literally on fire, and some rando in lycra is yelling at the cop car on the corner. Normal Tuesday, really, except it's broad fucking daylight and again Tim doesn't have a mask on him, much less his bo staff or utility belt or anything actually any kind of useful.

Fuck airport security, Tim thinks.

"Who's the jerk with the monologue?" he asks the driver, who seems largely nonplussed by the whole situation and has definitely left the meter running while they're trapped between the other cars and the blown-up street. Priorities, Tim guesses. Can't blame a guy for having them.

"Beats me, man," the driver says with a shrug. "I don't keep track of the spandex set, I just take the necessary detours around 'em when I'm working."

"That might be lycra," Tim says, reaching for his wallet. "But fair enough. How much do I owe you?"

He doesn't have a mask right now, no, but he can't just leave civilians unprotected. He can at least help people get out of the area and maybe distract the lycra rando for a bit, if it comes to it. If nothing else, he can–

Somebody in flashy red and blue and a black leather jacket crash-lands on top of the lycra rando with very deliberate flair, and then the street blows up again.

This time, though, the explosion is definitely telekinetic in origin.

Specifically tactile telekinetic, Tim thinks it's safe to assume.

He pays the driver, then grabs his go-bag and gets to getting people out of the area as subtly as possible while Superboy and the lycra rando tear up the street even worse. Like, almost impressively worse. Tim really wouldn't have thought the damage could even get that much worse, but they both find a way.

He is going to have such a hard time convincing Bruce to let him drag Superboy to Gotham.

Well, it's a six-month plan. Maybe the guy will mellow out a bit somewhere in there. Learn some subtlety. Pick up a bit of finesse.

Tim isn't actually that delusional, obviously, but that's the lie he's gonna tell Batman.

[tossawary]

Have you ever considered writing Avatar: The Last Airbender?

On a related note: sometimes I look at existing media play a game of, "Which of these characters is most likely to secretly be an Isekai'd transmigrator?" and for ATLA, my top-two picks would be Sokka (who knows more about science than other characters, and is the main force keeping their party Focused on The Plot, and Keeping a Schedule), and Katara (who meets MANY hot guys in her-age group while on an epic quest to become stronger & avenge her mother, etc... and who is sometimes noticeably miffed by Aang's Avatar/Protagonist powers).

I've thought about it! I watched A:TLA when it was originally coming out and I still really, really like it. It currently stands as One Of The Greats of animated shows in my mind. I've never felt too strongly about any fanfiction concepts that I've come up with, though, even though there are a great many fun canon divergence and universe alteration possibilities with A:TLA. I like it as it stands.

Transmigrator Sokka is pretty compelling and funny, though! I like Sokka a lot (I like all the characters a lot) and it does fit some aspects of the SVSSS transmigration situation. Katara's harem is also always funny to think about. Love the fact that the A:TLA characters get to be interested in love without the story stomping on them for it. If I had to pick between them, I'd probably go with Sokka for the fact that he isn't a bender. Many transmigrator complaints.

I'm trying to think of villains who are good transmigration targets in A:TLA for further SVSSS flavor. Zuko would be a fun target, but he's not a proper villain. Azula has potential, but I like her personality as it stands, so I'd be loath to give her up as a character. Without Ozai, the plot loses its main pusher, so nah. Admiral Zhao is funny to think about given how much work it would take to make that work. Ty Lee isn't particularly villainous either, but she would be fun for the sheer chaos this One Smiley Girl could wreak on the plot. I prefer Mai as part of a group rather than on her own, so also nah.

I think one of the funniest things to do in an AU like this perhaps would be to create some awful PIDW version of A:TLA for the transmigrator to think they're working with. Transmigrator versus A:TLA but if it was a shitty grimdark stallion novel written by Airplane Shooting Towards The Sky, so they're trying to battle it into something better and that ends up a lot more like the children's cartoon we know. Absolutely cursed concept.

[vodkassassin]

Tell me about Ghost King! SQH. How did he become a ghost? Was he transmigrated into the position of Ghost King, or did he die?

If SQH died and became a ghost, where in the timeline did it happen? Was it before or after he met Mobei Jun?

Do you think Mobei Jun's shadow-walking powers might make it easier for him to date the Ghost King?

Ghost King!SQH is actually from one of my fanfics, Death of the Author.

It’s has yet to really delve into the AU much as I’ve only posted chapter one, but that’s the set up and I hope to post more on this in the future! However, lore-wise, I am willing to answer questions about this AU as long as they don’t pertain to the future plot of that fic.

[zykamiliah]

SJ does NOT like LBH putting an arm around his baby brother’s waist, but he has learned not to say anything because SY will get mad. He still wonders if he can get away with “accidentally” shooting LBH. Meanwhile, TLJ is waxing poetic about his Tragic Romance with LBH’s mom (complete with the hot steamy sex they used to have). This is very awkward for everyone. SJ contemplates shooting TLJ as well.

I don't think he'd be clumsy enough to shoot anyone accidentally and SY knows that. It's better to keep the war cold, and think of countermeasures to break up that relationship— without actually doing harm to his brother. This is one of his most difficult projects, but SJ is aggressively persistent in this matter. Especially after finding out who Lbh's father is. Oh, he just knew there was something foul in that beast's blood.

TLJ is recounting his love story while the others listen and eat snacks (courtesy of the same waiter) while LMY records the whole monologue on her phone for future reference. She'd be taking notes too but that'd look too conspicuous. MBJ is unfazed. Sqh is eating and not paying much attention because he knows Lmy is recording. NYY is sobbing on a napkin and Shl is drinking wine and rolling her eyes at the mafia boss sob story; blah blah, going to jail on false accusations and not being able to get out in 10 ten years, what about her father? He should have gone to jail years ago so she could inherit his company and all his assets. Maybe she should frame him for the actual crimes he has committed and gotten away with.

When TLJ gets to the part of SXY's death and how he uncovered the truth after getting out of prison, Lbh's hands are silently shaking, his eyes wide open and dry as he looks past Lqg's shoulder, as if he's not paying attention. But SY knows he is, he can feel Lbh trembling slightly, and his heart squeezes something painful. SY can't help but put his arm around Binghe and stroke his back. Lbh grabs his other hand under the table in a tight grip and doesn't let go for the duration of the stay in the restaurant.

TLJ finishes talking and then

"Well, this has been nice. But now we have to go. Nephew, grab my son-in-law."

Everyone stands up and are about to fight the two of them with swords and table knives, but, surprisingly, Shen Jiu stays calm and continues to sip his wine and cut a piece from his Wagyu beef. SY looks at him puzzled for exactly three seconds before relaxing and letting ZZL escort him out of the restaurant- with Lbh clinging to SY's other arm.

Everyone: ?????

Lqg: "Why are you letting them go??"

SJ: "Wait and see."

TLJ and ZZL are suspicious but they don't miss the chance and slowly back away from the table. TLJ opens the door of the restaurant and—

"Tianlang-jun, you are under arrest for kidnapping a minor and violating your parole."

"Really? Oh well."

With too much nonchalance for the situation he is in, TLJ gets into the police car and waves a hand in goodbye.

"We'll meet again, son-in-law, child of mine!" To the police officer: "You know, this is how I met the love of my life. She arrested me when I was..."

The police car speeds away as everyone watches.

"Hold on, where is Zhuzhi-lang?" asks Lqg.

Lbh scowls: "He got away while the police were distracted by that man." Not his father.

"Tch. He's going to be a problem."

Lbh hugs SY closer. "He won't get to Yuan-ge again. I'm making sure of it." Then to SY. "Yuan-ge, I should stay at your house-"

"Absolutely not!" SJ cuts him brusquely. "He's staying with his brother, you mongrel-"

"Jiu-ge!"

"I have a gun, I can protect him from the mafia-"

"Ehem." Yqy intervenes with a forced smile. "What if we get back inside and finish dinner? We can talk about that later."

After they leave the restaurant, YQY, falling back into the role of club president, instructs them to go home and promises he and SJ will visit the club tomorrow to talk about what happened.

ZZL didn't get arrested because he's not of age yet and TLJ covered for him. He has not way to go anyway because SJ paid the waiter to blowout their tires as a back-up plan.

@mitchievousness

[watercolorfreckles]

It won't let me respond to the ask for some reason. Request from @elf-kid2: "Villain takes Hero's girlfriend, Civilian, hostage. Civilian is angry about YET ANOTHER problem her Ex & his refusal to acknowledge the breakup is causing her!"

"I'm not his girlfriend."

Villain's evil monologue stuttered to a halt. His eyes narrowed, stepping closer to brace a hand against the back of his hostage's chair.

Civilian gave a half-hearted tug at the restraints keeping her in place before reluctantly looking up at him.

"You're not his girlfriend?" Villain repeated. "What do you mean you're not his girlfriend?"

"We broke up. Two months ago," Civilian said, frown curling her face. "He refuses to acknowledge it. The press still publishes mushy lover nonsense about us on the daily and he won't correct them."

"Oh." It came out dumbly, Villain looking the hostage up and down. Strawberry-blonde hair falling over her eyes, she gave a final jerk against the ropes before resigning, leaning back against her seat.

"Can we speed this up a little, I have an appointment at four."

Villain considered her. "He still cares for you."

Civilian snorted. "If that's what we're calling stalker behavior these days."

"That means he'll still come for you when he knows I have you," Villain concluded.

Civilian did not want that.

Hero fighting on her behalf... Strong arms tight around her, lifting her into a showy bridal carry to fly her home in front of the barrage of flashing cameras surely awaiting them...

Civilian cringed, gaze flicking up to Villain again.

"Orrrr... Or, and hear me out... You... Could help me instead."

Villain blinked at her.

"I know, but- Wouldn't you enjoy a change of role, y'know, spice things up?" Civilian continued before he could interject. "He won't listen if I tell him I don't want to go with him. Imagine the look on Hero's face if you 'rescue' me instead of him; If there's public proof that I refuse him. You'd be one-upping Hero in front of the whole world, and hopefully... he'd be embarrassed enough to return my things and stop knocking on my door at all hours."

Villain's head tilted slightly. "If this is some sort of scheme-"

"-I swear. Just make it look like you're protecting me from Hero, and you'll get the reward of watching his public image fall."

"You are a strange hostage," Villain said flatly. "You're job is to scream and look scared, not beg me to publicly rescue you from your ex."

Civilian offered a smile, worn at the edges. "And.... you hopefully find that really cute and endearing. Right?"

Villain sighed, his attention unpicking her like a knot.

His power twitched in the air, an echo of his warring thoughts, or, perhaps, a whisper of what he could to to Civilian should she trick him.

Civilian held her breath.

Villain leaned in close again... and cut her binds. "Alright. This will be fun."

***

Hero crashed through the building, appearing in a chalky haze of dry wall and dust. The impact split the outside wall into a crater nearly a story high.

His eyes burned with fury.

"Release my fiance this instant, you--"

Civilian, unbound and standing freely at Villain's side, sneezed against the onslaught of dust.

Hero's gaze shot to her. Relief flooded his face for a fleeting moment before his eyes narrowed. "Civilian? Are you alright?"

Civilian glanced behind Hero at the forming crowd of pedestrians, cellphones raised high.

"I'm fine," Civilian said. "Villain just wanted to get you here, so we can...talk."

Hero's eyes narrowed and Civilian suddenly felt very small. "Talk," he echoed.

Civilian shifted on the balls of her feet, taking another reassuring look at the growing wall of witnesses on the ground below them. Hero wouldn't do anything to hurt his image with so many people watching. At least, that was what she was counting on.

Civilian opened her mouth to speak and Villain stepped up beside her. He slipped an easy arm around her shoulders, pulling her close against his side.

She fit perfectly there.

"I believe what our darling Civilian is trying to say, is that she doesn't appreciate you, shall we say, ah, overbearing antics since your tragic break-up. I think she'd like you to leave her alone."

Hero's jaw clenched tight. "I think you'd better mind your own business," he hissed, softly enough that the cameras below wouldn't catch it.

"She's moved on, buddy," Villain projected loudly in contrast. "Respect her choice. Isn't that part of your whole morally unblemished thing you've got going on?"

Performative. Glowing. Charming, even.

Civilian's mouth dried.

Hero took a step forward and the concrete cracked under his boot. His voice was a growl. "What have you done to my fiance? You've probably brain washed her! Of course she wants to stay with me, I love her."

"Hm. Is that so, Civilian?" Villain looked down at her.

Her stomach swam with anxiety. "I... No. I don't," she repeated, loud enough for the crowd below.

"Super strength and flight, she's in no position to say no to you." Villain cracked a smile. "But I am."

Villain's ability to manipulate energy rippled through the air, threatening all the potential horrors he could cause.

Hero's attention bore into Civilian, making her want to squirm. "Civilian. This must be a misunderstanding. Come to me, I'll take you home."

He held out a hand. Less of an offer and more of a command.

Cameras clicked beneath them.

Civilian summoned all of her bravery, all while feeling like she might faint. Villain's arm around her, warm and solid, rooted her to reality. "I don't want to be with you anymore, Hero. I've asked for you to accept that, and you haven't. I don't want you to follow me anymore. I'm moving on."

"What, with him?" Hero's murderous glare traced the arm around her shoulders like he wanted to cut it off with his bare teeth.

Civilian flinched. "I--"

Villain's thumb stroked Civilian's collar bone, stopping her short. Her skin tingled beneath his touch.

"Isn't it obvious?" Villain drawled. "God, Hero, you really are slow. Do we need to spell it out for you?"

Villain's hands dipped down to Civilians waist, and then he was kissing her.

It struck a match to her nerve endings, and it was all she could do not to collapse to her knees beneath it. She clutched the front of Villain's uniform like he was the only solid land in a storm.

One of Villain's hands rose to gently cup Civilian's chin as he pulled away from the kiss.

Civilian was staring. Villain, however, locked eyes with Hero, daring him to act out in front of the cameras.

Hero snarled, all pretenses gone.

"I'm going to kill you, you--" Hero prowled closer, splintering the floor beneath him.

With a flourish, Villain pulled energy from the air and used it to teleport them away.

They appeared on the grassy open plot beside Civilian's home.

Civilian was still staring.

Villain smiled, devilish and sharp, and even so it warmed her insides. "You're right, that was fun. Call me if you want to do this again."

He winked and disappeared in a crackle of energy, leaving Civilian reeling.

The next day, the story was on every news channel.

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[abutterflysketches]

@elf-kid2 welp

[abutterflyobsession]

both @elf-kid2 and @magically-strange requested a haunted house house attraction!

Bog breathed in the cool air, a grin spreading over his face. There was a crisp note in the air, the fallen leaves crunched satisfyingly underfoot. It was fall. The perfect season. Everything was pumpkin spice and Halloween was coming up. All was right with the world.

For a moment.

“Are you just going to stand there smirking all day or are you going to help your poor old mom?” Bog’s mother bellowed across the parking lot. Bog hunched up his shoulders and scowled, bellowing back, “I’m coming!” before stomping over to help her unload the car.

There was one spot on Bog’s autumn that resisted all attempts at removing and that was his family’s annual haunted house.

In theory he liked the haunted house attractions that popped up around Halloween. Cheap, tattered, and gaudily colored with orange and red, like fallen leaves blown in by the chilly wind. Bog’s family’s was no different, made up half of plywood, half of cardboard, completely ready to fall down at any moment. As a kid he adored it.

As an adult he viewed it with a heavy heart.

It meant days of chasing customers in and out, enduring screaming children, making sure that the same number of people who went in also came out, and nursing bruises from people who thought it was funny to ‘fight’ the monsters. That wasn’t even getting into the subject of drunk kids throwing up in the middle of the haunted school section.

It was with scowling melancholy that Bog stretched sticky spiderwebs across corridors and double checked that the timer on the lights flashed them on and off on cue. The setup didn’t take too long, he had a horde of helpers--Steph, Thane, Brutus, Gus--and the end result made him wistfully proud. Shame about all the mundane horrors it was about to bear witness to.

The sun set and customers rose from the depths of somewhere. Probably hell. Bog took his post at the exit, ready to deal with complaints. Being over six-foot tall with a face like a cruel joke helped him in this capacity. Customers forgot their words when he loomed over them in his dreadful costume of choice.

This year he had gone simple, too preoccupied with life and heartbreak the really put himself into it. Some makeup to emphasize his sunken eyes and bony face, an artfully made up bloody wound on his neck, some clawed gloves, a leather jacket thrown on top and he called it good. Or a zombie rocker, anyway.

“Sweetie, we got trouble,” Griselda radioed, “I think this smug jerk is trying to make a move on a girl he followed in.”

“Ugh. Got it.” Bog darted over to one of the secret exits, radioing ahead to Thane, “On my signal shut off the lights.”

“Put loft the tights . . .?” the radio crackled.

“. . . give Steph the radio.”

Slipping through the hidden door, Bog could hear the new group coming up and hid himself behind a cardboard partition. Brutus was already there, dressed as some sort of demon or goblin. “Change of plans, we got a jerk hitting on a woman. I’ll take this batch.”

“. . . hold my hand if you’re scared, darlin’,” a voice twinged with the South approached the hiding spot.

“I’m good. So let go.” A woman said, sounding as if she were on her last straw.

The light was just good enough to see the woman plowing forward, dragging the man hanging off her elbow behind her. He was trying to get handsy, reaching for her shoulder, then her hip, then her waist, each time smacked away. “Now, Steph,” Bog said into the radio, narrowed his eyes to preserve his night vision, and jumped out shining a flashlight in the group’s eyes, doing one of his trademark horror villain laughs. Across the haunted house the actors all joined in with their own sinister giggling and snickering.

The group went into chaos. Bog barely managed to catch the jerk and the woman by the arms, inserting himself between them.

The jerk caught his sleeve and held on tight, obviously blinded. “Look, honey, just cuddle up to me and we’ll make it through just fine.”

“Get off.” The woman tried to shake off Bog’s grip.

“I think that’s my hand,” another woman said, voice shaking. “Whose hands am I holding?”

“I’ve got one,” a man said, sounding pleased. Bog rolled his eyes. Young love. Yuck. But the woman must have assumed it was the other woman holding onto her arm because she stopped trying to shake Bog off.

“Sugar, I know this isn’t the best place for regrets but you’ve made it impossible for me to see you face-to-face,” the jerk persisted.

“I hope something in here eats you, Roland.” the woman hissed.

Not quite, but close enough, Bog smirked. He tapped the radio. “Floor lights.”

From experience Bog knew that light cast from below, especially eerie green and yellow, made his face gruesome enough that makeup was hardly necessary. The lights snapped on just as Bog wrenched the jerk forward so he could leer in his face.

There was a satisfying scream from the jerk.

Leaving the jerk to flounder, Bog grabbed the woman by the shoulders and ushered her out one of the secret passages and into the dim yellow parking lot.

“Get off, get off, get--oh.” The woman looked around. “You aren’t Roland.”

“Nope.”

“Are you another creep?”

“Only professionally. I work here.”

The woman looked around. “Did I just get extracted? Am I in trouble?”

“Not anymore, I hope.”

The woman was small, her hair tussled into a mess, her face painted like a zombie and a fake bite mark on her neck. Bog blinked. She was even wearing a leather jacket and had purple fingernails that must have been two inches long. She looked like a zombie rocker too.

Bog’s heart skipped a beat.

[diviineloser]

9 people you want to know better, tagged by @genetic-emancipation. Thanks for the tag! These games are so fun :)

Last song: Media C-Section by Jack off Jill.

Favorite color: i like warm colours - red, orange, yellow. I also enjoy dark greens.

Last movie / Tv show: last movie i watched was The Cabin in the Woods (2011). that was wild. i don't even remember the last tv show i finished, i tend to struggle with committing to tv series. it might have been The Lost Symbol which is based on a Dan Brown book. i watched it with my dad lol. but I'm sure there was something since then...hmm.

Sweet/spicy/savory: savoury, for sure. i like sweet stuff but only in small amounts or i start to feel sick.

Relationship status: single. shrugs.

Last thing I googled: 'where to watch Tokyo Gore Police' LOL. i unfortunately can only find it with either no subtitles or pisspoor video resolution, although admittedly i haven't done too much digging yet. if anyone can help me with that... hi my replies/inbox/dms are always open :)

Current obsession: god i dont even know. i watched both Creep movies recently and uh. well those haven't left my brain yet. i mean I'm always thinking about Repo so i almost don't even count that anymore lol. and in a totally different direction, my irl friends and i have kind of been obsessed with Trolls since we saw the new movie, but that's dying out a little now haha.

Last book: last book i read was Sharp Teeth by Toby Barlow. its a verse novel about lycanthrope packs in urban LA. i recommend! :)

Looking forward to: all the live arts i have booked lol. seeing The Front Bottoms with a friend in March! seeing Sunset Boulevard in June with my dad. Sarah Brightman has the lead role for that so..... yeah I'm gonna be real normal about seeing her perform live (blatant lie). Beauty and the Beast is in june too... The Grinning Man in April... hopefully Rocky Horror Show again, etc etc.

i dont think i know nine people to tag lmao. so ill just tag some mutuals, but no pressure!! hello @ohbutwheresyourheart @n0isy-gh0st @uniquetaste @godmortal(idk if we are tumblr mutuals but we are on Instagram ...hii) @nientedal and @elf-kid2, you guys are cool :) anyone else who wants to do it can say they were tagged by me as well <3

[swearyshera]

It's Saturday ask time!

@princezilla Furries vs Horde Prime would be an epic fight, I won't lie. And hey, my furry ex would probably be up for some murder. Again 😒

@elf-kid2 I've actually not long finished that scene! And the clones generally tend to repeat Horde Prime's increasingly-outlandish claims about himself, and love talking about "the best xxxxxx in the universe, Horde Prime"

So true of you to say

[babyspacebatclone]

Three “Is Twitter Blue better value than a Starbucks Coffee?” memes in better taste than the one Elon Musk tweeted.

This is based off of what became a very long critical analysis of the original meme, which I briefly lost faith in.

The double checkmarks you can see if you’re a web user by my name, however, has newly revitalized me and made me decide these are too good to hide behind all those cuts!!

Original bad faith “meme” below cut. Analysis of why these memes fail, but at least respect Meme Culture, in following post.

@elf-kid2 , you’re welcome. 😊

[foxlady3]

Three Fics Tag

I was tagged by @feraltuxedo. Thanks for the tag! :)  I’m supposed to talk about my most popular fic and then list two ‘hidden gems.’

My most popular fic is still a WIP for the Megamind fandom, based on sheer number of hits, is Metro City Zombie War. (Link:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/6686695)

An AU about Megamind fighting a zombie invasion and trying to take care of a Lair full of hapless citizens. This is by far my longest fic, and little did I know that it would grow to such a size or end up encompassing such an enormous range of characters. It compelled me to do research on the infrastructure of the myriad details of running a city, and how catastrophic it is when basic services are inoperable. And then there’s the zombies. I don’t even like zombie stories usually, lol, and yet here we are. I think the way in which people are thrown together and support each other in dire circumstances is the most interesting thing about these sorts of survival situations so that’s most often my focus.

Here’s two hidden gems, one each from my other fandoms, a couple of fics of which I am particularly fond.

Holiday Cheer is from Gotham, featuring my OTP Oswald Cobblepot and Jim Gordon. (Link:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/17408561)

Everyone in Gotham drinks absolutely insane amounts of alcohol, and when Jim inadvertantly snubs Oswald at a Christmas party and Oswald nearly leaves in a huff, Harvey plays wingman, persuading him to stick around a little longer by challenging him to a drinking game. Jim isn’t too thrilled, however, to see the (potential) object of his affection boozing it up with Harvey. Because how can Jim tell Oswald how he really feels if he’s plastered?

My second hidden gem is Rude Awakening for Good Omens. (Link:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/35745175)

I love how fussy and needy Aziraphale can be when there’s something he wants and this fic tickles me every time I read it. The premise is that after their first night of intimacy, Aziraphale gets terribly restless in Crowley’s spartan, bookless apartment waiting for Crowley to wake up and pay some attention to him, and tries to keep busy by finding little chores.

I tag @elf-kid2, @nientedal, @izabella95, @hasturswig, @nikkiscarlet, @janara7, just if you want to play :)

[tossawary]

Please consider: Shera and the Princesses of Power.

Ooh, I've seen all of SPOP. I enjoyed it. I've even cosplayed for it. I can't really say I've ever felt the urge to write fanfiction for it, though; I liked the characters well enough (felt a little old for the show a lot, honestly), but the world itself didn't really capture me as much as I wanted it to capture me. A little too disconnected. (Also, animation quality was distracting at times.)

That being said, I really liked what they did with Light Hope and the whole "Masters of the Universe" aspect of Eternia's effect on Etheria. I really, really wanted to see SPOP's take on Eternia and He-Man and the Masters of the Universe. I'm not at all surprised that they didn't get to bring in Adam (rights issues) and they probably didn't want to bring Adam in anyway (Adora is the focus, not He-Man), but I was actually a He-Man fan before I was a She-Ra fan, and would still love to see SPOP's interpretation of Eternia and the He-Man characters. (I think trans!Adam and trans!Adora are fun ideas.)

On that note, I would also love to see the 3D He-Man & the MOTU's take on the She-Ra characters (I know Hordak showed up recently). I've only really seen the first season of the 3D MOTU, but I really enjoyed it, especially the world and character design. Revelations was... fine, but I've always found the original design of He-Man disjointed (original show was designed around the toys, so it makes sense), so it was delightful to see just a complete revamp of the world and characters to all look totally new and like they really matched each other (reminded me of Kameo: Elements of Power which is an older game I've always loved). New backstories were fun. I don't care about "faithfulness" to the original in this context; I love seeing multiple versions of a thing.

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@elf-kid2​: “I thought things were going great.”

“Miss A23, I thought things were, I quote, ‘going great’ on the small repair job I okayed last week.

Heck, Marianne thought, he was referring to her by apartment number. That was a bad sign. Though, to be fair, at first glance the landlord might have been a stack of bad signs brought to life in human-ish form. From the defensive hunch of his shoulders to the near-permanent sneer of irritated disdain on his face, he was devoid of good signs.

Marianne knew he knew all his tenants by name, it was only when he was in a foul mood--more foul than usual anyway--that he started referring to everyone numerically as if making note of which apartments were soon to be vacant.

“They were! Just fine! Going just fine!” Marianne said.

“No, this is un-salvagable”

“I . . . am forced to agree.”

Marianne and her landlord stood with their heads tilted to one side, staring critically at the wall. Or, rather, the gaping hole in the wall that exposed drywall and piping. Water was dripping from the pipes into a cooking pot on the verge of overflowing.

“Look,” said Marianne, preparing to bluster her way out of a fine, “This is not my fault--”

“Is this your wall?” the landlord interrupted.

“Yes--”

“Is this your hammer?”

“It is but--”

“Is this your shameful chasm of incompetence?” the landlord indicated the hole in the wall.

“Yes, but--!”

“You seem to be at the root of all things here, Miss A23.”

“. . . this is coming out of my deposit--”

“Yes, this is coming out of your deposit!”

“It’s not my fault I slipped.” Marianne muttered. “Anyway, I have connections, I know people at the top, you won’t get away with this.”

The landlord ran his finger along the inside of his collar. “Two dates do not connections make, tough girl. And there won’t be a third if you don’t admit defeat and let me clean this mess up.”

“Tsk, playing hard to get.” Marianne slid a fresh cooking pot under the drip. And since you’re playing you could play favorites and let your girlfriend off the hook.”

The landlord turned bright red. “No.”

Marianne turned bright red too. It was the first time she’d called herself his girlfriend. “Fine. Crack your whip, let’s get this excavation moving or we’ll miss our reservation.”

[zykamiliah]

Hello, I would like to request further thoughts on MBJ and SQH in the Host-Club au.

For example, do you think the rival BL-writer will ever notice & draw inspiration from their dynamic? And if so, would SQH be able to figure out who they're basing this new story-line on?

Hmmm I don't know if Lmy would take the risk of writing about Mbj and Sqh, because the latter knows who she is and could expose her identity- Shen Jiu is still out there trying to find the bl writers and sue them.

However there's definitely a new bl manga circulating around a few CQ High students, very niche because there aren't too many fans (yet) but it's popularity will go up when Sqh rescues Mbj from almost falling of a rooftop. The video of Mbj hanging from the roof of a building by clinging to Sqh's hands went viral and made the news.

(yes it was Linguang-jun's people that tried to off Mbj. He doesn't want Mbj to inherit the family business)

@mitchievousness and anon I'm throwing the ball at you on this one

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This One's Alright - Part 2

CW: Mention of blood

Continuation requested by @elf-kid2 Part 1 Here

The last thing Civilian expected to see when opening his front door was Villain's blood spilling against his welcome mat.

"Hi, Pretty. Mind if I hang out for a bit?" Villain's smiled red, clutching her side, white knuckles gripping the door frame.

Civilian's mind stuttered short, entirely unprepared for the situation at hand.

A bloody handprint streaked his door, another smeared against the white framework of the threshold.

Currently brushing his teeth and dressed only in sweat pants for sleeping, Civilian froze on the other side of the door.

Villain's smile crumbled into a grimace, knees buckling.

Civilian lurched forward, catching the rest of her weight. "Oh my gods, oh my gods," he murmured through the froth of toothpaste in his mouth.

A hand weakly clutched the fabric of his shirt, staining it red. His gaze flicked down to her skin. She was so, so pale.

As gently as he could manage, Civilian hoisted her up into a slightly better hold, arms hooked under her armpits, and dragged her inside.

Villain made a squeak as her knee bumped the coffee table--a sound too fragile to suit her.

She sounded so small.

"Sorry, sorry," Civilian blurted.

After kicking the door shut, Civilian hoisted Villain onto the couch, taking as much care as he could.

Civilian abandoned his toothbrush and spit the remaining toothpaste into a cup on the end table, pressing his hands against Villain's wound.

Her teeth clenched, body squirming slightly under the harsh press of his hands.

Entirely too much blood continued to ooze through the cracks of his fingers, dribbling down into the couch cushions.

Civilian's breath caught. His throat felt too thick.

"Villain- I can't help you, you need a doctor, I don't know anything about medicine-"

He reached for his phone and Villain snatched his wrist. Her grip was stronger than it should have been, her gaze far too sharp for someone who was currently bleeding to death.

"No."

"Villain, what do you expect me to-"

"No," she repeated firmly.

Civilian shook his head. This was the third time she'd appeared on his doorstep.

Yet this was the first time he thought she was going to die.

'Civilian, we can't keep meeting like this,' she'd said the last time, temple and cheek bruised and ankle twisted at an unnatural angle.

'I just can't bear to keep away from your delicious meals, surely you understand,' she'd said the time before that, nursing a bloody lip and a gash on her forehead. He'd made her a bowl of 75-cent instant ramen and sent her to bed.

He was getting used to sleeping on the couch.

His stomach twisted at the realization that this time, she hadn't even made it that far.

"If I don't call someone, you're going to bleed out on my couch, is that what you want?"

Villain wheezed a crackling cough, wiping a hand against her mouth. She already looked tired again, exhausted by her brief spike of fervor.

She smiled again, head tilting slightly. "Better...Better your couch than alone in the dark."

Civilian swallowed. "Don't say that. Isn't there someone I can call?"

"What's your number again?" Villain hummed.

Civilian stared at her.

Villain let go of his wrist, squeezing her eyes shut. "Oh, Civilian. Don't look at me so softly, it's absolutely embarrassing."

Civilian pressed down on her wound again and Villain gasped, eyes snapping open again. "Gods. Might as well rip me open, it would hurt less."

He smiled slightly. "You're not going to die here. You're not going to die, you hear me? Keep pressure on it. I need to get my first aid kit."

After making sure Villain did as she was told, Civilian rushed to the next room, opening a cabinet and fishing out the kit.

Villain's blood coated his hands, smearing everything he touched sticky and red-brown.

When he returned, Civilian hesitated, cheeks flushing despite himself. "I-I need to lift your shirt, okay?"

That signature smirk played on her lips, lifting a bloodied hand to rest against his shirt. "Civilian. I didn't know you felt this way," she teased.

Civilian's heart jumped, no doubt pounding against Villain's hand. His brain swiped blank for a moment.

Gingerly, he lifted her shirt high enough to reveal her wound. It was enough to make him queasy, head swimming and insides crawling at the sight.

His hands shook as he fumbled with the bandages.

"This-This is really bad, Villain. Really bad." He nearly choked on the words, clumsily pressing gauze and bandaging over the gash.

"Note to self," Villain murmured, eyes fluttering shut again, "the new hero called Bullseye does not miss."

"Hey, stay with me- You're going to be fine." Civilian jerked her upward just enough to allow him to begin wrapping the bandaging around her torso.

A sharp inhale of breath was all that marked her discomfort at the tug.

A sickly red bloomed through the bandaging faster than he could keep up with it.

He wrapped and wrapped the bandage around and around until he couldn't see any more blood. Releasing a breath, he returned the pressure over the spot with his hands.

Villain didn't even react, that time.

Civilian's gaze snapped to her face. "Villain? Villain, don't go. You're okay. You're okay."

He snatched up his phone, nearly dropping it in his haste, dialing 9-1- before pausing.

Calling an ambulance for her would only be turning her over to the people who hurt her;

The people who left her to bleed out on a musty brown couch in an apartment on North Keller Street. Like she wasn't a person. Like she deserved to die.

Civilian's gripped the phone, fingers trembling.

If he didn't call, she might die.

But if he did...

The phone clattered against the floor. Civilian pressed his hands tighter over the afflicted spot and rested his head against Villain's waist.

"I've got you," he whispers, voice hitching. "Just don't die. Please don't die."

Please don't die.

Part 3

Well that was bleaker than I expected it to be. Let me know if you want to see more to this one or just leave it here. My snippets with female villains don't seem to get as much interest, for some reason :/ I like writing them, though, even though writing male villains comes easier to me! General Taglist: @pinned-to-the-wahl, @valiantlytransparentwhispers, @distance-does-not-matter, @redbircl, @lilaccatholic, @crazytwentythrees, @thelazywitchphotographer, @chibicelloking, @lolafaiy, @thinkwrite5, @putridghost, @tobeornottobeateacher, @sunflower1000, @bouncyartist, @feyriddle, @yet-another-heathen, @silverwhisperer1, @distractedlydistracted, @pensivespacepirate, @appleejuice, @deflated-bouncingball @maybe-a-cat42, @m0chik0furan, @mercurymoments, @fairysprinkless, @vuvulia, @classicplesiosaur, @amongtheonedaisy, @dabi-s-whore, @rose-pinkie, @trappedgoose-in-a-writblr-room, @scorpio-smiles, @inkygemuwu, @wolfeyedwitch, @thewhumpmeisterx3000, @xxkitsurikaxx, @moonquires, @lem-hhn, @fanastywhump, @smallangryfish, @ladybookworm, @freefallingup13, @acaiaforrest, @a-blue-comedy, @puppyaddict, @pickleking8, @a-person-who-likes-musicals, @talkingsperm, @qualitychaoslover,

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@elf-kid2 in their last ask for the Reach this Moment AU asked for two things, each of which I decided needed its own post. The part I am answering here is What is Mai's relationship like with the Gaang.

Reach this Moment: [Link]. Universe tag: [Link].

Conveniently, there are, minus Zuko, five members of the Gaang.

1. The member of the Gaang (other than Zuko) that Mai sees most often is Suki. Suki, as head of the Kyoshi Warriors, spends most of her time in the Fire Nation palace. She's kind, she's sympathetic, and she's a natural born leader. Mai envies her, envies the ease she has with power, and with herself, and is so absolutely grateful for her presence that she could never express it. Not only does Suki admirably protect her new husband, toward whom she has many and complicated feelings, and gives Ty Lee the task to defend her, but she is also a fellow Earth Kingdom woman, an Earth Kingdom woman who is so far from what the Fire Nation expects of Earth Kingdom women, who comes with a band of Earth Kingdom women, who live well beyond the limits the Fire Nation expects. Mai is so grateful for all of them and their company. And she's grateful for Ty Lee too, not that she'll admit it.

2. Sokka shows up pretty regularly to visit his girlfriend. And the problem with Sokka is that he's just one more complication. He's a friend of her husband's, a husband for whom her feelings are anything but straightforward. And of course he helped end the war with said husband, and he pops in and out of the palace, making being a foreigner there look effortless. She hates him just a little for that. And she hates him just a little for being able to help end the war, when she spent every minute she knew there was a war, running around just fixing one problem after another and trying to keep her head above water as the Fire Nation appointed governor. And does she also have complicated feelings about that? Yeah. But he also goes out of the way to make her laugh. He doesn't treat her like a doll or a traitor for being Azula's appointed governor. And yeah, she kind of hates him sometimes, but she also kind of likes him a lot more often.

3. Toph is always an anomaly. She only rarely comes to the Fire Nation royal palace, and when she does, she doesn't stay long. She and Mai have become such different women, and yet they have so much in common, life experience, childhood, culture. Gaoling for all it is in the south, well south of the Si Wong desert, has tended to ape the cultural norms of Ba Sing Se as much as it was able. Supposedly the town was founded by the Bei Fongs, who were, and still are Ba Sing Se nobility and they still look to Ba Sing Se for spouses for their children. And like Mai, she grew up shut away, that restless despair and anger bubbling just under the surface. And like Mai Toph sees femininity as a prison. They each have their own relationship to that. Toph rejects it utterly, while Mai has learned to wield it. But neither likes it, neither is comfortable with it, any more than they are comfortable with their families, or their pasts. Mai doesn't always get along with Toph, or agree with her, but at least when she's around, Mai feels like their speaking the same language.

4. Katara and Aang came to the wedding. Sometimes, when she can't hold back the sense of shame and anger, Mai remembers Katara's look of pity. But they've met since then, talked, and Katara knows better now, knows that Mai has much sharper edges than she thought. Katara and Mai first really come to meet during the crisis over Yu Dao. It's hard, maybe impossible, to find one's way through a new role, one with no set parameters, that one is supposed to shape to suit one's self when one has no idea what one wants out of it or out of anything when one's whole life and purpose has fallen away twice in a year, and one hasn't an goals left. But Mai was governor of Ba Sing Se, and her sense of responsibility hasn't left her. And she knows intimately what it's like to be conquered by the Fire Nation. She knows the horrors and the cruelties of it, small and large, deliberate and incidental. Political boundaries between the Earth Kingdom and Fire Nation over former colonies makes Mai's nose twitch like a shirshu's smelling its quarry. And Katara spots her immediately as a natural ally. Aang, she knows, is more wary of her. He knows what she is, a woman with her own agenda.

5. He isn't wrong. For Mai, it's not as simple as Fire Nation verses Earth Kingdom, colony or province. For Katara, it's always simple. She's so good at getting to the straight forward clarity of a thing, when Mai feels like she's drowning in mud. But Mai has seen how little interest anyone in Ba Sing Se has beyond the walls, how it's a nation unto itself, and how benign the neglect has not been. These problems were exploited by the Fire Nation but they predate the conquest. And besides, who is it ruling Ba Sing Se, who wants the colonies back so badly? Why it's Long Feng. And Mai has found a goal, at least for now: making Long Feng's life as hard as possible. Later, this will evolve, into fighting for her brother's future independence as Earth King, but for now, she just wants to teach the man who used her and threw her out as soon as she was a threat, that he can't screw with her. Underneath her anger, she knows, is fear, but she has agreed with herself not to look at that too closely.

6. Long Feng is not eager for a war he can't win, and he's fully confident he can run rings around the child Avatar and teenage Firelord. So he readily agrees to negotiate. But it's neither Aang nor Zuko he meets on arrival in the Fire Nation capital. It's Mai. Her husband leaves the negotiations to her, a gesture of profound trust, and one she does not forget.