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danafromunderarock · 13 days

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okay i got around and actually wrote it all down, so please enjoy: timkon clone twins au lets fucking go

— they are not technically twins, they're just two clones who happen to develop back to back at the same time, but those are just semantics since they were raised like brother and sister anyway; wendy is considered oldest but only because she was the first outta test tube (tim had to have a little breakdown moment while holding her in his arms before he was able to get jackie out too; wendy is the only person who actually cares about being oldest, jackie is not thrilled because "you're literally only 10 minutes older can you maybe chill")

— wendy's full name is gwendolyn stephanie drake, bc i believe that if tim Has to honor someone by giving their name to his child it should be steph, plus i am cackling at the thought of wendy naming all her social accounts "gwen stefani"; no one really ever calls her gwen tho, the only reason she's not just wendy in papers is because tim was a little pretentious; i also quite like gwendolyn lois but i don't think tim would actually go for it (kon could tho, if he were alive at the time)

— jackie is jackson bartholomew drake. i personally prefer to think that if tim gave it some time he would probably choose a different name, but he just really missed his dad at the moment (he missed everyone, really), and by the time he actually had enough mental stability to sit on it the kid was already pretty much established as jackie withing the family, so yeah. no one ever calls him jack btw, so it's fine

— they both quite like their names although they can't help but nudge their dad a little from time to time, being like "gwendolyn stefanie, dad, really? it's like you picked up a name on pinterest or some shit" ("language"); they are both referred to as "ducklings" within the family (dick was the first to do it, tim started doing the same by pure accident and then it just kinda stuck)

— wendy took a lot after janet drake genetic-wise, to the point where it almost rubs tim in a wrong way sometimes when she gets older — her hair is much lighter than her father's or brother's and doesn't really curl that much, although she's not as pale as tim and has a distinguish golden undertone to her skin; she also gets freckles in summer. tim is one of few people who can actually see kon in her without deliberate searching, especially when she smiles. she has his eyes though, and she leans more on a shorter side (short queen supremacy)

— jackie is pretty much kon in miniature, or at least he is if you don't know where to look. kon himself insists that jackie is a perfect mix of both him and tim, it's just that distinguish curly hair and golden-brown skin throw people off most of the time — jackie for sure has tim's nose and cheekbones, tim's high forehead, tim's sheepish smiles and tim's cunning smirks. he's also a bit leaner that kon as he gets older and also a little bit shorter, although he's still taller than both tim and wendy

— wendy is a certified horse girl, she took horse riding lessons since she was like five (she was begging tim for y e a r s really, at first he insisted on waiting till she was at least six but i guess her kryptonian powers kicked in a little earlier and it doubled down some of tim's parental anxiety, although he definitely was there for a first few lessons just to keep an eye on her). damian got her her own horse eventually, because of course he did. he is her favorite uncle ever since

— she's a true crime videos/podcasts enjoyer (that's how she bonds with her dad)

— jackie is very much into making paper collages since he was around eight years old and has made his first one in school for fathers day (tim has framed it immediately and set it on his table in the WE office; it's still there after years); he used to have a lot of social anxiety as a kid because of being homeschooled 'till first grade and being very attached to tim, and has found the process of making paper collages very soothing

— jackie graduates college eventually (alfred: "thank god. at least one of them")

— they both eventually got into photography like their dad, but jackie is taking more of a professional approach, whereas wendy is mostly doing it for the sake of keeping the memories; that's why she has a small digital camera that she always carries around (it's covered in cute sparkling stickers because duh)

— they are both pan and demisexual

— as i mentioned, the kids were homeschooled for a while, by which i mean that they never went to kindergarten because tim was too paranoid about any potential kryptonian superpowers kicking in anytime; the other reason was that tim's kind of a helicopter parent, especially after coming back from his brucequest, and he's very dependent on both of his kids

— yes it backfires later

— jackie loves his dad more than anything else in the world, and has spent most of his early childhood following him around and throwing tantrums the second tim was out of his sight (which was quite rare, to be fair, at least until tim had to get back to his job at the WE); tim is 90% sure that it has something to do with him being gone for a while to find and save bruce. it evens out a little as jackie gets older and starts going to school and then college, but he's still pretty much codependent, and any decision that he makes about his life ties back to "what would dad do; will it make dad proud/happy; what would dad want for me"

— wendy on the other hand is kon's daughter through and through, she admires him and looks up to him but she has a very complicated, conflicted feelings about her and her brother's circumstances of birth, making her anxious in a way that is like "oh my god am i being annoying what if he doesn't like me what if he looks at me and only sees a living proof of his humans rights violation should i consider never talking to him again god i HATE my dad", so most of her actual interactions with kon are quite awkward on both ends

— tim and kon do not get together until kids are around their late teens, so neither of them calls or really considers kon dad, even tho he definitely played a significant part in their upbringing as soon as he came around with the whole child-cloning situation. wendy was the first to call him dad not long after she moved to the kent's farm, which was an accident, really — she was trying out vigilantism for the first time and got her ass kicked bc lack of experience, and her first instinct at being cornered by a villain was to literally just call for dad (at the back of her mind she meant tim, because to their family kon was always just kon, but the moment he pulled her in and put his hand on the back of her head and said "it's okay, sweetheart, dad's here", nothing has ever made more sense to her than kon being her father. the thought was both thrilling and terrifying)

— tim is "dad", kon is "pa" (if that wasn't already obvious)

— also, yes. wendy eventually moves to the kent's farm to live with kon; more on that in some other post

— kon kind of inherited the kent's farm after both john and martha passed away; technically clack is still the one who owns it, but his and his family's life is mostly in metropolis and he didn't want the place he grew up in turn into an empty memorial of it's better days + he also knew how important it was to kon at the time to have a place he could always return to, so yeah, everyone won in this situation

#dc #dc comics #timkon clone baby au #timkon clone baby #timkon #tim drake #red robin #kon el #superboy #conner kent #they mean everything to me

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hesbuckcompton-baby · 9 days

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Better Off - Bernard DeMarco x OFC - Chapter 8

AO3

Summary: An unwelcome face stirs up problems for Susie, and DeMarco struggles with the high stakes of his mission

Warnings: Language, mild violence/injury description, mentions of death

Word Count: 3.6k

Tags: @xxluckystrike @latibvles @footprintsinthesxnd @mads-weasley @joyfulbookreviewmarvelspy @justheretoreadthxxs

Crickets chirped ceaselessly in the fields, their endless chitter whirring away below the constant noise of day-to-day work - humming engines, shouts from one man to another - all merging into the ever-present blanket of noise. Gravel crunched beneath Susie's feet as she walked, bracketed between DeMarco and Egan, scrawling onto her clipboard as they spoke. After receiving so many letters from incensed mechanics, medics, and seemingly everyone else at Thorpe Abbotts, she had given up on relying on the supply lists given to her by command, instead electing to take orders directly.

Bucky held out a hand, counting on his fingers as he listed off everything his boys needed, words cut by the sound of pen against paper as she scribbled down each request. Susie had long grown accustomed to walking and writing simultaneously, yet DeMarco still found his gaze fixed at her feet, paying attention to make sure she didn't trip.

"And how many AN-M30s?"

"Well, we dropped about forty yesterday, so-"

"-I'll just take as many as they'll give me," She shrugged, making a quick note in the margin.

The roar of an engine sounded closer than usual, and Susie glanced up from her jottings as a huge, black Rolls-Royce cruised past, slowing as it approached the command building. She narrowed her eyes slightly at it - the thing looked strikingly... familiar.

"Who's that?" She asked, pointing with the tip of her pen as they continued to walk, managing to keep in step despite her distraction.

"That? Oh, some RAF Marshal come to meet with the Colonel," Egan shrugged, a distinct hint of derision in his tone. "Strategy meeting or something - Jack's been freaked about it all week. Some guy called... Cagney, I think?" He peered across at Benny, who nodded in confirmation.

Susie stopped dead in her tracks, changing pace so swiftly that the other two had made it a couple of feet before realising she was no longer with them. Her jaw was clenched unbearably tight, and she could already hear her pulse thumping inside her head. "... Uh... Suze?" DeMarco asked cautiously.

"You said Cagney, right?"

"... Yeah?"

"As in Air Marshal William Cagney, yes?"

Bucky clicked his fingers, nodding. "That's the fella... Wait, how did you-?"

"Right." Susie nodded firmly, expression immediately soured, and neither man had a chance to question her before she marched straight past them, pressing her clipboard into DeMarco's chest as she stomped across the grass. They exchanged an uncertain glance - neither had ever really heard of the man, but the way her fists clenched at her sides was definitely a bad sign.

Egan paused for a moment. "... Should we?"

"Yeah, yeah, start walking, go," Benny affirmed hurriedly, tailing it after her as swiftly as he could without breaking into a full-blown sprint, anxious to stop her without drawing too much attention. "Suze? Susie!"

Before they could reach her, the Marshal's car rolled to a halt, and DeMarco swore he felt his blood run cold as he noticed her roll up her sleeves. "She's real fast when she's mad," Egan exhaled in despair, the pair appearing frankly ridiculous as they awkwardly galloped after her.

The driver exited the car, circling around to open the door. As the Marshal emerged, his face lit up with instant recognition, a merry expression colouring his cheeks. "Ah! Susan!" Cagney cried, holding out his hands in greeting. "It's been so long, wonderful to see-"

Before he'd even managed to finish his sentence, an almighty crack echoed across the base as Susie's fist collided with his jaw, sending the officer stumbling and falling backwards, eyes wide in horror. For a split second, the world seemed to stand terrible still, before DeMarco and Egan let out simultaneous yelps of alarm, breaking into a run. Benny seized her by the biceps, tugging her back against his chest before she could do any more damage, her glare fixed unwaveringly upon the Marshal as his driver helped him to his feet. He could feel her muscles pulled taught beneath his fingertips, ready to strike again. He'd never quite realised how strong she was until now... it wasn't an unwelcome surprise.

"Now, Susan," Cagney huffed slowly, hands held up in surrender. He spoke as if he were a father scolding a rowdy child, the patronising way in which he looked at her enough to make Benny dislike him. That he looked nearly twenty years her senior didn't help. "If your sister were here, she wouldn't want you behaving like this-"

“If Beatrice was here she’d do the exact same, and you know it. You’re lucky Ronnie’s out the country, n’all - he’ll have your balls when he gets back!" Susie snapped in retort, straining against DeMarco, his vice grip on her possibly the only thing stopping her from ripping the man's throat out. The angrier she grew, the thicker and rougher her accent became - if the situation hadn't been so dire, Benny probably would've smiled at the observation.

"Walk away, Lamb," Egan warned, shaking his head at her as she briefly met his eye. "Just walk it off, c'mon," He urged, and she could tell in his eyes that he was practically begging - he didn't want her to go down for this, he earnestly didn't.

"Suze. Hey," Her shoulder blade bumped against DeMarco's chest, and she felt his breath warm against her neck as he whispered, words only audible to her. "It's okay. It's okay." Colonel Harding had appeared in the doorway, watching the scene with a hard stare, and Benny swore not even the flying had ever scared him like this. "Don't let 'em kick you out over that asshole, eh?"

Beneath his palms, he felt her muscles relax, her shoulders loosen, and he knew she wouldn't hurt Cagney again if he released her. So he did. Susie's glare lingered on the Marshal for a moment before she turned away, heading straight for command, surrendering herself for whatever the consequences of her outburst may be. Without even a second of hesitation, DeMarco was following at her side, walking so closely that their shoulders brushed against one another. Harding's gaze followed her every move, and as Benny held the door open for her, he tilted an imaginary cap to the Colonel.

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The conversation inside Harding's office remained muffled and indiscernible from the other side of the door, the corridor outside hanging in tense silence. Susie perched on the bench by the door, waiting quietly like a student about to be led into the headmaster's office. DeMarco sat complacently beside her, hands folded in his lap, foot tapping against the wooden floorboards. Bucky had lingered for a while, pacing the hall impatiently until he absented himself, too worried that he might laugh in Cagney's face if he saw him again, the image of Susie's punch replaying over and over in his mind.

"Yunno... You don't have to stay for this bit," She grumbled, picking at her thumbnail as she spoke, not even registering the action until he bumped his knee against hers, drawing her attention to it as she pulled her hands apart.

Benny shrugged. "Yeah, well. Strength in numbers."

Susie's cheek creased with a lopsided grin, flashing a sliver of teeth as she shook her head, exhaling a huff of amusement. Her fingers drummed against the side of the bench, and as he looked down he noticed that the knuckle of her ring finger had split, a droplet of blood pooling against the pale skin. Wordlessly, he reached for her hand, pulling it into his lap and pressing his thumb firmly against the wound to staunch the bleeding. The first time he'd touched her hand had been the first time they'd danced together - her entire being stiff, loathing every minute as he led her to the floor. But now she didn't even flinch.

"... Who's Ronnie?" He asked. She snorted.

"That's seriously your biggest question about that whole thing?" Susie laughed, a sound he could never tire of. "He's my oldest brother, he's very... protective."

"And where does that asshole in there fit into it?" Benny frowned, tilting his head towards the office, where the Marshal was still speaking with Harding.

She shrugged. "He's my brother-in-law."

If he'd had a drink, he would've spat it out. "That guy? He looks old enough to be your father."

"I think he is," Susie rolled her eyes. "He's also been cheating on my sister Beatrice the entire time they've been married - I dunno where he gets the balls. Fuckin' dickhead."

DeMarco let out a long exhale, nodding slowly as he processed what she was telling him. "... You should hit him again when he comes out, I think."

She chuckled, tittering off into a slow silence as the office door opened and Harding stepped out, frowning at her. Benny rose to his feet in respect, but she scarcely even looked up at the Colonel, slowly turning to face him as if he were somehow intruding.

"Get in here, Lamb," The Colonel sighed. "You're free to go, DeMarco."

"I'll wait, sir," He nodded firmly.

Harding paused, staring at him for a moment. "... Alright, then."

Susie sucked in a deep breath as the office door closed behind her, shoving her hands awkwardly into her pockets as Cagney turned around in his seat to glance over at her, a bruise already blooming beneath his left eye. She fought the urge to smirk, deciding it probably wouldn't help her case.

"Sit down, Commander," Harding drawled, clearly wishing he didn't have to be a part of this. She'd have preferred to stand, but any effort to avoid pissing the two men off further seemed like a good idea.

"Now. You should consider yourself lucky, Lamb - the Marshal here has been generous enough to avoid pressing any charges. You're not gonna have to go through the usual disciplinary channels."

"It's a family affair, really," Cagney shrugged, nodding as if he'd given her a gift of charity.

"Damn right it is," Susie grumbled.

"Lamb," Harding warned, and she held up a hand in surrender.

"So is that it?" She huffed. "Can I go?"

"Well, I'd like to hear you apologise first," The Marshal added, and she could practically hear the smug smile in his voice. Susie turned her head, staring at him for a long, hard minute. The clock ticked away each agonising second up on the wall, the air in the room suddenly twice as thick.

"Please fire me." She addressed the Colonel, not an ounce of humour evident in her tone.

Harding sighed, tilting his head back as he fought the urge to roll his eyes. "What is wrong with you?"

"Susan, I thought we were friends," Cagney frowned. "We took you on that holiday to Devon in '38-"

"-Oh yeah, the one where you ditched dinner to go shag a waitress, that one? And my name's not fucking Susan, you pathetic ballbag," Susie grunted, pushing herself up from her seat and beginning to head for the door.

"Lamb!" Harding barked. She paused, hand hovering over the doorknob. "The apology's the condition. If you don't do it, we've gotta charge you."

Susie's jaw clenched so hard she thought the bone might shatter. Sucking in one long, deep breath, she turned on her heel, mustering a smile so sickeningly sweet it made the two men squirm.

"William, I am so sorry for knocking you on your arse. It was immature. And violent. I truly hope this doesn't spoil whatever date you have planned with your mistress this weekend," She ended with a grin, backing out of the door before Cagney could object.

DeMarco leapt up as she reemerged, striding swiftly down the corridor, never pausing her pace to greet him as she gestured for him to follow. He fell in step, frowning slightly as he glanced between her and the office door. "Are we good?"

"Yeah, I think we're good, but let's leave right now just to be safe," Susie nodded hurriedly, her hand wrapping around his wrist as she tugged him faster towards the door. As they stepped out into the afternoon sun, Benny found himself watching her face, tracing the relief as it made its way across her expression. He smiled.

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The truck engine roared as Susie pressed her foot to the pedal, cruising along the runway towards the rows of forts waiting patiently in the fog for their signal. Even with their headlights blaring, it was difficult to see more than ten metres ahead, and she routinely parped the horn every now and then to prevent any would-be pedestrians from getting in their way.

"I mean - Algeria?" Maeve spoke up from the passenger seat, rhythmically tapping the end of her pen against the clipboard resting on her lap. "That's definitely insane, right?"

"Yep," Susie affirmed, gaze fixed on the barely visible tarmac out in front. "Almost as bad as the amount of fuel we've had to scrape together for the fucking trip."

In the back of the truck, crates of bullets and ammunition belts clattered and banged against one another, jostled side to side with each turn and bump in the road. Susie had spent most of the previous day working on getting the drop tanks refilled with the necessary fuel to make it to Algeria, and she'd had to shower three times that night to purge the stench of petrol from her hair. It had been nothing short of a nightmare trying to arrange transport for the myriad of supplies the mission required - so much so that she was almost glad to see the pilots go - to know her work hadn't been for nothing. Almost.

They pulled up alongside the first plane on their route, taking full advantage of the delay to ensure each crew had enough spare ammo for anything the Luftwaffe could throw at them. Headlights still streaking through the fog, the men were little more than silhouettes as they approached, ready to receive their supplies. She and Mave clambered from the truck, rounding to the back as they began to haul out boxes one by one.

"Hey," A gentle hand brushed against Susie's shoulder as she stepped back, a crate in her arms. Turning her head, she found DeMarco standing at her side, but in that moment, she suddenly realised she wasn't pleased to see him. In that moment, she realised she'd been hoping to avoid him altogether.

Susie hated goodbyes - despised the forced sentimentality, detested the unspoken admission that there was even a sliver of possibility that they might not see each other again. It had become alarmingly apparent over the past few weeks that losing DeMarco was growing into a worst-case scenario, a distinct possibility that she had allowed herself to become vulnerable to. Why did he have to be so goddamn nice?

"Hey," She tried to force a smile, but realised one came easily the moment she turned to face him. He reached forward, easing the create from her hands, and she let him take it, passing it on to one of the other members of his crew.

"Can we talk a sec?" Benny asked, hand on her arm guiding her further into the fog as she nodded, stopping once they were obscured from the view of the others. Out in the middle of the runway, they seemed almost in a void, the dense cloud encircling them in a sea of grey.

"Look, Suze," He began, pausing to take a deep breath. "I know we don't say goodbye before missions - we never have - but-"

"You don't have to."

"I want to," He assured her, nodding earnestly. Somehow, the greyness of their surroundings made his eyes appear browner than ever. "Please?"

Susie didn't reply - didn't offer any words in response to his plea. She simply stepped forward, half-collapsing into him as she wrapped her arms around DeMarco's neck, eyes screwed tightly shut as she pressed her chin against his shoulder. He felt so solid, so real, so warm and tangible beneath her hands, a squeeze pressing her body closer against his as he reached around her torso, the back-and-forth rub of his thumb only just perceptible through her jacket.

"I want you to come back," She confessed.

He let out a chuckle, warm breath slipping down the back of her collar. "Yeah, me too," She could hear the smile in his voice, but she felt the way he tightened his grip, too - as if frightened that she'd slip away. Susie adjusted, shrugging her arms further around him, her cheek flush against the side of his neck, stubble tickling her ear. It had been so long since she'd held anyone this tight. She hadn't realised how much she'd missed the feeling until it came time to let go.

If she peeled herself away gently, there was a danger she wouldn't make it all the way - that she'd remember his goodness all over again and be struck by an inability to let go. So instead, Susie tore away in one fell swoop, taking a decisive step backwards as her arms fell to her sides. She could feel him staring at her, feel his gaze on her face, but she couldn't quite bear to meet his eye, her stare fixed on the ground beneath his feet.

"Ah, Suze," He sighed, and she could perfectly envision the twinkle in his smile as Benny stepped forward, his hand reaching out for the back of her neck, pressing a firm kiss to her temple, auburn curls creasing between his fingers. As soon as he'd touched her, he was gone, fading away through the fog as he made for his plane and the crew that awaited him. But she could still feel the push of his lips against her skin long after he disappeared.

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The air hung thick with the early manifestation of rain, moisture on the breeze clinging to everything and leaving it damp, droplets of water half-forming on the tips of Susie's eyelashes as she leaned back against the bench, breathing in the cool morning. Over an hour had passed since the returning planes had rolled in, carrying the survivors home from Algeria, but the crowds had dispersed as swiftly as they'd arrived, crews hurried off to interrogation before any more could be said. But DeMarco was alive - that much she knew. She hadn't gotten the chance to see him yet, but Meatball had had to be pulled away from the interrogation hut, so hell-bent was he on pawing at the door until his owner came out for him. He was in there.

Susie stared down at the cup of water in her hand, its surface still untouched. She didn't even know why she'd got it. She didn't want it.

A faint creak sounded beside her, and she looked up as Benny lowered himself onto the bench, letting out a long, exhausted sigh. Surveying his appearance, she had to admit he looked terrible. Still dressed in his vest and khaki shorts, the hairs on his arms stood on end in the English cold, the dark crop of hair atop his head dusted lighter with the grains of sand he was yet to shake out. His face was weathered and worn, and she could smell him even at a distance, sweat infused in almost every inch of fabric. She shuddered to think of the stench that must have filled the interrogation hut.

She held the cup out to him, and he took it with a muttered thanks, downing the entire thing in no more than a couple of gulps, throat bobbing with every desperate swallow as he cleansed the film of dirt that had built up on his tongue. He gasped as the last drop slid down his gullet, and they fell into silence, shoulders rising and falling as they breathed steadily in time.

"... My friend died." DeMarco said, tone flat and even as if it didn't mean a thing.

Susie turned her head to look at him, assessing his dull expression. "I'm sorry."

"People keep doing that, huh? Dying."

What could she say to that? It was true. They existed in a vicious cycle of waiting and grieving and replacing, over and over again. Every man hung on by a thread that could snap at any moment - nothing ever seemed permanent except her own existence.

"I'm really not the person to give advice on how to deal with this stuff. Not healthily, at least... But hey, if you ever wanna quit your job and run away from home, I know a guy," She shrugged, her thumb pointed back at herself. DeMarco's gaze followed the movement of her hand, letting out a huff of laughter.

"Y'ain't as bad as you think you are," He shook his head, leaning sideways so that their shoulders bumped against one another's. Susie met his gaze for a moment, lip curling in a sad, gentle smile. "... It was Curt."

"Oh. Yeah, I - I remember him, I think."

"I don't... think he liked you much."

"He didn't."

"But he woulda. If he'd got to know you properly."

She scoffed slightly, chuckling. "You always say that - I think there's a chance I might just be naturally unlikeable to a lotta people."

"Well, I dunno, I've definitely enjoyed the experience - I'd recommend it."

DeMarco was nearly too tired to smirk, but she could see it in his eyes - the amusement and affection were there, even if his muscles were too fatigued to tug at his lip. It was almost embarrassing, the effect Susie felt when he looked at her in his way, her heartbeat slowing, the tension in her bones diminished. She'd always heard people describe the butterflies, the nerves that tugged at the stomach and made the palms sweat. But all she felt was calm.

She'd opened herself up to him - let him know her in ways she wasn't sure even her own family had known or bothered to probe. And in turn, she'd become vulnerable to a dozen different kinds of heartbreak.

Susie raised her hand, palm skimming across DeMarco's forehead as she raked her fingers through his hair, dislodging the grains of sand in a small shower of brown. "You really need a shower," She cringed.

"I really stink, don't I?"

"God, yeah."

He chuckled slightly, tugging her hand away by the wrist as he rose to his feet, beginning the trudge back towards his hut and the warm shower it promised. Before he could disappear around the corner, he glanced back one last time, flashing her a smile.

There were so many ways in which he could hurt her. And so many reasons why he wouldn’t.

#fic | better off #bernard demarco x oc #bernard demarco #oc: susie #demarco x susie #masters of the air #masters of the air oc #masters of the air fic #mota oc #mota fic

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hopetorun · 1 month

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Hi! Any 'hockey but Something's Different' recs that you have?

obviously as soon as i saw this question i forgot everything i've ever read in my life. anyway, jess @bropunzeling is really good at this imo, and i've really enjoyed all of her contributions to the genre (supernatural elements, omegaverse, women in the nhl, werewolves, soulbonds)

anyway having perused my bookmarks and crowdsourced with some friends, in no particular order:

jeff/mike where jeff is a demon

ovi + nicky + werewolves

leon + michael dal colle + vampires

pk + carey + daemons

pk + carey + fae

roman + shea + talking animals

usntdp mutants (the fic is jack/nico)

mason mct + connor b + women in the nhl

matthew + leon + animal transformation

there's tons more i'm sure but i reached a point in my bookmarks where i simply could not look at things i saved in 2014 and wonder why i was ever even compelled by those two people together any more. so i stopped. please feel free to share your own contributions!

#realized in compiling this that the first hockey fic i ever read kinda fits the brief. but telling you that spoils the twist. oh no #i did not include it but if you ask me in like a week or something i'll say what fic it was 😂#anyway there's a lot of stuff that i didn't rec because i'm not comfortable reccing fic about the people involved anymore 😵‍💫#or because i have one-sided (or mutual) beef with the author #i will grimly say that if you go into the mce/ichel tag there's a lot of magic/soulbonds/other stuff that probably qualifies for this #and is well written. however. i saw e*chel's twitter likes in november of 2016 so. yeah.#honestly considered excluding the ovi one lmao. there’s a reason there’s only one #ask maggie

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wormed-woman · 2 months

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just a bit of banter

#art #my oc #my art #metafog #juliet #jack #coll

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counttwinkula · 5 months

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hi i have been obsessed with your “the monster’s body is a cultural body etc” post since i saw it like a month ago. do you have any book recs where i can read more about this, like, forever. (I’m aware of your podcast I’m checking it out too) <3

i'm glad you liked it, it's an honor to introduce the people of tumblr to cohen's seven theses

first and foremost i would recommend The Monster Theory Reader, ed. Jeffrey Andrew Weinstock, which includes several seminal essays including:

"The Uncanny" by Sigmund Freud

"The Uncanny Valley" by Masahiro Mori

"Approaching Abjection" by Julia Kristeva

"Horror and the Monstrous-Feminine: An Imaginary Abjection" by Barbara Creed

"The Monster and the Homosexual" by Harry M. Benshoff

i would also recommend the book in which Cohen first published his seven theses, Monster Theory: Reading Culture, ed. Jeffrey Jerome Cohen

(i must admit that i haven't gotten around to reading either of these books in full yet)

aside from the essays mentioned above, here are some foundational texts for monster theory but not specifically about monster theory:

The Uses of Enchantment by Bruno Bettelheim

Mythography: The Study of Myths and Rituals by William Doty

Vested Interests: Cross-Dressing and Cultural Anxiety by Marjorie Garber

monster theory/horror criticism texts i've read:

Monsters in the Closet by Harry M. Benshoff

Skin Shows by Jack Halberstam

Murder Most Queer by Jordan Schildcrout

It Came from the Closet, ed. Joe Vallese

Horror by Brigid Cherry

Men, Women, and Chain Saws by Carol Clover

Dark Places by Barry Curtis

The Dread of Difference, ed. Barry Keith Grant

The Monster Show by David J. Skal (SEE NOTE BELOW)

Darkly: Black History and America's Gothic Soul by Leila Taylor

The Ghost: A Cultural History by Susan Owens

and some others i own but haven't read yet:

Dark Carnivals by W. Scott Poole

Phantom Past, Indigenous Presence: Native Ghosts in North American Culture and History by Colleen E. Boyd and Coll Thrush

Queer for Fear: Horror Film and the Queer Spectator by Heather O. Petrocelli

Pretend We're Dead: Capitalist Monsters in American Pop Culture by Annalee Newitz (just started this, already love it)

Theatre and the Macabre, ed. Meredith Conti and Kevin J. Wetmore, Jr.

and i can't neglect to mention The Monster in Theatre History: This Thing of Darkness by Michael Chemers

before i say anything further i want to give one warning. my particular interest is on monstrosity and queerness (probably evident based on some of my recommendations). monster theory and horror criticism have generally been rooted in psychoanalytic theory, particularly as it has been interpreted through a feminist lens. unfortunately, this leads to a lot of arguments and interpretations that are sex essentialist and fail to address gender with the necessary nuance. this is particularly true in Men, Women, and Chain Saws and The Dread of Difference.

(Vested Interests is… complicated. it's not monster theory exactly but cohen cites it. garber is generally better than the others mentioned here in her consideration of trans people but her work can still be uncomfortable.)

i have a lot of reservations about recommending The Monster Show. i loved reading it and i think skal has great analysis. somehow, however, in the middle of his discussion of how marginalized people have been historically monsterized in american culture, he has the audacity to cite The Transsexual Empire by Janice Raymond, the ur-text of TERF ideology, and skal uses this text to monsterize trans women. it's disgusting and reprehensible, and if the rest of the book wasn't so strong i wouldn't recommend it

the best medicine i have are texts by trans people. It Came from the Closet is an anthology with several essays by trans people, i adore it. i am forever obsessed with Gender Outlaw by Kate Bornstein, which isn't exactly monster theory, but i would say it's monster theory adjacent and i wish everyone would read it

and if you haven't, you must read "My Words to Victor Frankenstein Above the Village of Chamounix: Performing Transgender Rage" by Susan Stryker. (see i even put a link to that one. drop everything and read it now)

alright if you're still with me i have a couple other things to put out there:

the docuseries Queer for Fear, available on Shudder, is incredible and i'm obsessed with it

she seems to be inactive these days but @draculasdaughter has a lot of posts quoting texts and articles on monster theory/horror criticism that i highly recommend

i've only seen the jacob geller videos on this list but i mean to watch this youtube playlist of video essays about horror, fear, and dread

and i also keep a #monster theory tag on my blog that has various posts on the subject, some funny and some earnest

#long post #monster theory

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January Posting Meme

January 2 - What was the first vid you made? What drew you to vid it, do you still follow the fandom, etc. -@colls

Happy birthday colls!

Vid nostalgia time, thank you for this prompt.

My very first vid - Ameno - 2007. Stargate Atlantis.

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I made my first vid in 2007 with iMovie. Stargate Atlantis, an ensemble vid about the Ancients. It’s titled “Ameno” by eRa and has chanty vocals that made me think of the Ancients/Lanteans in the Pegasus Galaxy. We were about… what 3 seasons into SGA at that time? Stargate SG-1 was my first internet fandom and SGA fandom in its heyday was certainly an Experience so I was in deep. I voraciously read all the fic back then, participated in the communities, wrote some crossover SGA/SG1 fic here and there. So once I started playing around with iMovie and got an external hard drive it seemed pretty natural for me to try and make a Stargate Atlantis vid.

Several years prior I remember my friend thelinz had sent me a bunch of SG-1 fanvids on CD-ROM that I became obsessed with. I knew I wanted to make Stargate vids. Of course I just had to go and use a song without discernible lyrics and try to tell a story about the Ancients/Lanteans. A people who were almost always featured subtextually and mostly as their tech being a macguffin of sorts for the protagonists to deal with. In my head a Narrative made a lot more sense while I was making it but I was still left rather unsatisfied by the end. But I am very proud of it—especially as a first vid. It’s very interesting to see how my eye for kinetic movement works with the musicality of the song as my first vid. And how I refined that over the years.

As for still following the fandom? It’s in my bones, it’s always there. So many of my fandom friends and I started there. Sometimes I go back and reread old SGA flashfic entries.

I do follow a few Stargate SG-1 and Stargate Atlantis tags on tumblr which has been an interesting time observing that. Mostly on account of folks remarking on Jack and Daniel’s ages (they are too Old). Or how some people have said that Rodney McKay would have Done Numbers on tumblr if the show was airing now and that people should really watch SGA for him. Which just is, you know. Makes me want to pull out that Aslan meme “I was there” old magics etc, since Rodney McKay Was Everywhere, fanon ran with wild abandon and then some while others did slow laps in their own slash and rare-pair niches. But this is part of growing older in fandom, you were there for that history (and all the various wank, which is what it was called and not Discourse).

Anyway. I was never quite satisfied with Ameno. But I went on to make dozen more vids after it with iMovie until I got a Final Cut Edit license. And I came across a song during a summer job and realized the vibe+lyrics…that song was the Ancient Vid I was trying to make the first time around but didn’t manage. And listening to the song I realized I didn’t have the vidding skills yet to pull it together. Very overwhelmed by the idea. I spent 5 years listening and mentally putting it together in my head while casually rewatching here and there. Which is how I managed to make High Voltage - one of the vids I’m most proud of for narrative, structural and thematic reasons.

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High Voltage which someone actually made a Fanlore entry about it!

High Voltage which was selected at Vividcon 2011 for In Depth Vid Review where people spent a good chunk of time discussing it in an in-person group setting. Folks who had never seen Stargate Atlantis or SG-1 or Stargate Universe even said they were very impressed and intrigued with the vid because it looked like nothing they’ve ever seen from Stargate vids before. And those who knew the shows inside and out, who knew the fic, who had meta discussions about it every week, everyone there when another surface-level, shoddily executed storyline rolled out. They saw my vid, too, they saw it and got it. It was really, really incredible experience to get that kind of feedback and realize that so many picked up what I was laying down.

Beatrice Otter wrote a lovely fancake rec for it in 2022 — 11 years after it premiered! A rec I have screencapped and saved in my happy folder to look at when I’m feeling down.

I elaborated a little more about my vidding process and reception of the vid on tumblr

So Ameno is my very first vid that I was VERY proud of but still wanted to go and “do over”/“do again” because it didn’t feel quite right. That foundation and growth lead to High Voltage. :)

I highly recommend anyone who wants to make a fix-it to an old fanwork of theirs to do go ahead and do it and see how it feels. You never know where it might lead.

January Posting Meme - claim a date! Send me any kind of prompt!

#january posting meme #january posting meme 2024 #vidding #fanvids #fan video #my vids #blogdora

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90s/00s TV (Personal Memories)

Kids Cartoons

6teen 101 Dalmatians Aaaah!!! Real Monsters Ace Ventura Pet Detective Aladdin TAS All Grown Up Angela Anaconda Angry Beavers Animal Crackers (Telethon) Animaniacs Arthur Babar The Batman (The WB) Batman Beyond (The WB) Batman TAS Beast Wars/Beast Machines Beetlejuice Big Teeth, Bad Breath (YTV) Birdz Bobby’s World (Fox) Bonkers Braceface The Bugs Bunny & Tweety Show Butt-Ugly Martians Bump in the Night CatDog (Nickelodeon) Chip & Dale Rescue Rangers Cow and Chicken Danny Phantom Darkwing Duck Dexter’s Laboratory Dog City Donkey Kong Country Doug DuckTales Earthworm Jim Fairly Odd Parents Fly Tales (Teletoon) For Better or For Worse (Telethon) Freakazoid (The WB) Freaky Stories Free Willy (ABC) Garfield and Friends Gargoyles Goof Troop Hey Arnold I Am Weasel Johnny Bravo Katie and Orbie (CTV) Kim Possible The Legend of White Fang Life with Louie Little Lulu (HBO) The Little Mermaid TAS The Mask TAS Mega Babies Mona the Vampire (YTV) Monster By Mistake (YTV) Neds Newt The New Addams Family The New Batman Adventures (The WB) The New Woody Woodpecker Show PB&J Otter (Disney Channel) Pepper Ann The Pink Panther Pinky and the Brain Pippi Longstocking Powerpuff Girls The Proud Family The Raccoons (CBC) Recess Reboot The Ripping Friends Rocko’s Modern Life Rugrats Rupert (CBS) Sabrina TAS (ABC) Samurai Jack Short Circutz (YTV) Silverling (Teletoon) Sonic (Adventures of) Sonic SATAM Sonic Underground Stickin’ Around Tales From the Cryptkeeper TaleSpin Taz-Mania Teen Titans Timon & Pumba Tiny Toon Adventures (Fox) Tom and Jerry Kids Total Drama Island Totally Spies Voltron the Third Dimension The Weekenders What’s With Andy The Wild Thornberrys (Nickelodeon) The World of Peter Rabbit and Friends X-Men Evolution (The WB) X-Men TAS Yvon of the Yukon (YTV)

Retro

Batman Fireball XL5 The Flintstones The Incredible Hulk Looney Toons Spiderman Tom and Jerry Yogi Bear

Adult Cartoons

Aeon Flux Beavis and Butthead Captain Star Celebrity Death Match Clone High The Critic Cybersix Daria Delta State Futurama The Head (MTV) John Callahan’s Quads (Teletoon) King of the Hill Mission Hill The Oblongs The Simpsons Space Ghost Coast to Coast (Cartoon Network) Spawn Spider-Man the New Animated Series South Park The Tick Undergrads

Anime

Beyblade Digimon Adventures 01 & 02 Cardcaptors Gundam SEED InuYasha Mon Colle Knights Monster Rancher Pokemon Sailor Moon Samurai Pizza Cats Shaman King Sonic X YuGiOh Zoids New Century

Television Series

7th Heaven (The WB) Alf (NBC) Animorphs (Nickelodeon) Are you Afraid of the Dark? Baywatch (NBC) Beyond Belief: Fact or Fiction (Fox) Big Wolf on Campus Boy Meets World Breaker High (YTV) Buffy the Vampire Slayer Canded Camera (CBS) Charmed (The WB) Clueless (ABC) Dawson’s Creek (The WB) Degrassi Junior High (CBC) Degrassi High (CBC) Degrassi the Next Generation (CTV) Dinosaurs The Drew Carey Show (ABC) ER (NBC) Even Stevens Family Matters (ABC) Fresh Prince of Bel Air Full House Gilmore Girls (The WB) The Golden Girls (CBC) Goosebumps Home Improvement Lassie (1997) Little House on the Prairie (NBC) Mighty Morphin Power Rangers The Nanny (CBC) The OC (Fox) Radio Active Sabrina the Teenage Witch Saved by the Bell (NBC) Sex and the City (HBO) Sister, Sister (ABC) Smallville (The WB) Smart Guy Student Bodies System Crash (YTV) Teen Angel (ABC) That’s so Raven The Twilight Zone (CBS) White Fang (1993) (CTV) You Wish (ABC)

Educational Programming / Children’s shows

Adventures in Wonderland Art Attack Babar (CBC) Banana’s in Pajama’s Barney and Friends Between the Lions The Big Comfy Couch The Big Friendly Giant Bill Nye the Science Guy Blue’s Clues Caillou (PBS) Camp Caribou Captain Planet Care Bears (ABC) Franklin (CBS) The Friendly Giant (CBC) Hammy the Hamster Iris the Happy Professor Kratt’s Creatures (PBS) Lamb Chop’s Play Along The Magic School Bus Mister Roger’s Neighbourhood (PBS) Mr Dressup (CBC) PJ Katie’s Farm (YTV) Reading Rainbow (PBS) Sesame Street School House Rock Sharon, Lois & Bram’s Elephant Show (CBC) Telefrancais Teletubbies Theodore Tugboat Thomas the Tank Engine Under the Umbrella Tree (CBC) Welcome to Pooh Corner Wishbone (PBS) Zaboomafoo (PBS)

Game Shows/Sketch Comedies

All That America’s Funniest Home Videos (With Bob Saget) American Idol The Amanda Show Battlebots (Comedy Central) Canadian Idol (CTV) Crank Yankers (Comedy Central) The Crocodile Hunter Fear Factor (NBC) The Hit List Jackass (MTV) Just For Laughs Gags (Comedy Central) Kids in the Hall Making the Band (MTV) Much Countdown (Much Music) Much in your Space (Much Music) MuchOnDemand (Much Music) Much Mega Hits (Much Music) Much Spotlight (Much Music) Much Top Tens (Much Music) Newlyweds Nick and Jessica (MTV) Playlist (Much Music) Pop-Up Video (Much Music) Price is Right Punk’d (MTV) The Simple Life (Fox) Supermarket Sweep Uh Oh Unsolved Mysteries (NBC) Video and Arcade top 10 (YTV) Video On Trial (Much Music) Where in the world/time is Carmen Sandiego Whose Line is it Anyway? Win Ben Stein’s Money (Comedy Central)

Television Networks/Programming

Fox Kids Much Music One Saturday Morning PSA’s Teletoon TGIF YTV - The Zone / Snit Station / Short Circuitz

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