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[emacrow]

You're just like me.

Mary sat in the visitor center of Gotham, puzzled on the a fact someone wanted to met her.

She knew it wasn't a reporter as they were clearly banned from talking to her after her last meltdown. Twiddling her finger a bit as she hear the buzzing sound of a door opening.

It was a 14 year old preteen wearing casual yet sharp clothes, his long black hair in a low ponytail, freckled scattered on his face like stars and a nervous smile, but his eyes.

His blue dull sleep deprived eyes looked much older than they were, and it made her froze in recognition.

Before she could speak a bit.

"I was told you and I had a similar situation in being young looking." His voice sounded young, yet soft as if testing an inside joke.

"I'm Danny, Danny Fenton, I'm 36 years old, but in appearance to everyone else, I'm just an arkward, just turned 14 year old boy to others." Danny said softly, scratching his cheek with a soft smile.

Mary louise dahl felt a smile bloom back as she introduced herself.

Maybe being born different isn't all so bad afterall.

Inspired by this post <-

-> Part 2 here

[stealingyourbones]

Tucker was his way to meet up with his friends at Nasty Burger at sundown when a massive BOOM! was heard above him. Expecting a ghost he whips around with a fenton lipstick at the ready…

That isn’t a Natural Portal.

Whatever it was, it was some sort of portal, The blinding white lined wormhole was undulating 10ft above the ground. Tucker couldn’t even get a good look at it as its event horizon was like staring at the sun.

Tucker shielded his eyes but kept his weapon pointed at the wormhole looking thing.

Then a part of the event horizon dimmed as it was blocked by a human shaped figure. It took mere moments for Tuckers’ awe to transform from “holy shit someones coming through” to “OH SHIT!” as the figure promptly fell 10 feet from the entrance of the portal to the cold hard cement sidewalk like a bag of rocks.

Tucker creeped toward the figure in awe, barely even noticing the wormhole close above him. The man unconscious at his feet was an absolute tank of a man. Maybe not just metaphorically a tank either, metal cybernetic parts covering so much of his body were a gleaming silver chrome, the light reflecting off of the parts made his dark skin seem to glow.

Tucker’s fascination and awe stuttered when he noticed the injuries. One of the man’s mechanical legs looked like it was put through a woodchipper. The torn metal and ripped wires reminiscent of old train steam boiler explosions, the twisting and melded wires near hypnotic to look at. His torso and head wasn’t doing good either. A good chunk of the cyborg’s paneling was either dented or torn off and half of his cybernetic face had a bite taken out of it. Some holes deep into the intricate cybernetics below leaked a dark oil. Not only was that concerning, ever since his fall he hadn’t opened his eyes or moved.

Tucker shakily put two fingers to the neck of the man. A wet shaky laugh escaped his throat when he felt the cyborg’s pulse. With hands equally as shaky, he grabbed his iDalv 3 from his pocket and called Danny.

A tired yet happy voice was heard over the line, the background ambience of beeping fryer alarms and background chatter feeling jarring to the sounds of oil dripping from the cyborgs injuries and the quietness of the night.

“Hey Tuck, What’s up?”

“I- There’s a wounded cyborg man-”

Danny’s tone switched from jovial to serious “A what now?”

“I don’t think I can explain it over the phone. I’ll send you my location. This is all together ooky man.”

“On it.”

The tri tonal beep of the call ending was momentary before the soft dripping and crickets was all Tucker could hear. The crumpled man showed no signs of waking.

Tucker can’t help with the human part, but he sure as hell can fix the mechanical parts.

All he hopes is that the mystery cyborg man can explain what’s going on when he wakes.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 345

Let it be known that none of them actually expected the idiots’ of the week’s ritual to work. The summoning hadn’t worked for literal centuries- everyone knew it had been sealed away, presumably forever!

(Of course they had no way to know that in the Infinite Realms actually used the term forever as a measurement of time, what with how time itself wasn’t particularly linear within. And to beings that could hypothetically live for eternity? Forever was a nice vacation time really) 

So maybe they hadn’t been exactly focused on stopping the ritual as much as they could of been, and by the time they realized it was working, well, it’d been a bit too late then. So yes, mistakes had perhaps in fact, been made. 

First had come the chill, the cold of the ground as your body was lowered down, the cold of your blood dripping from your living corpse. Then came the shadows, the darkness creeping along their vision as their soul slipped from their body. Followed by boiling heat, flames scorching through their flesh and tearing from their chests like a blade piercing their hearts. 

The form that emerged was massive, a cloak dripping crimson fluttering in the wind of an unseen battlefield, verdant flames licking at the air and causing the surrounding shadows to writhe. A dark growl echoed through the building, the stone below them shaking while deathly green eyes glowered down at the living with utter contempt. 

“Do any of you imbeciles know how long it takes to get ghostlings to sleep-” 

[that-one-weird-cloud0]

Batman: You need a new costume. That one provides no protection.

Danny: oh I cant.

Batman: You won’t owe me for it.

Danny: no I literally cant. Like if i remove it it just returns.

Batman:………. Explain.

Danny: look *takes off glove and explodes it into pieces*

*glove reforms on his hand*

Danny: see? Can’t get rid of it. It’ll just heal itself.

Batfam: …

[ragnarockz]

Tip Jar 💰

Lock Me Up 💛🔒

Maya x Reader...

Something something pinging ideas back and forth with @lilithschosen and landing on the idea of Reader snooping around Maya's bedroom, waiting for Maya to return but, of course, they get a little nosy and find something that alludes to them taking matters into their own hands...until, that is, Maya comes back and catches them red handed 👀

And obviously punished for being a nosy, impatient brat 💛🔒

You've started to recognize her bedroom better than your own.

You've been in it a million times by now; have lost count how many times she's pushed you onto her bed or used her foot to get you down onto your knees. All those mornings and nights and late afternoons you've woken up twisted in her thousand thread count sheets with a dull ache between your legs and a hunger gnawing in the pit of your heart.

She's always been one to left you wanting more of her; never satisfied enough to stop coming around or accept her invitation to come over. And why would you? Why would you give up any extra seconds, minutes, hours and even, days with Maya Mason? You'd be a fucking fool if you ever turned her down.

And not like she would let you say no either.

She went off somewhere, mumbled something under her breath as she grabbed her purse and her phone and left you to your own devices in her room. That was fine, you didn't need to be babied by her. At least, not yet.

You pace around her room and take it all in; take her all in through a material lens. All the things she's been able to buy and obtain with her money; loads of it. She likes to live lavish and loud and show off who she is on the inside out. It's so painfully Maya that it feels like she's in the room with you even now.

You help yourself to picking up her jewelry and holding it against your neck; uncapping a perfume bottle to smell that all-familiar and sometimes overwhelming, suffocating signature scent that is Maya Mason. When she stands too close to you in a meeting or bends slightly at your desk beside you to peer at your computer screen, that's when you pick up on how she smells. You've associated it with her now and here it is, in liquid form in a very expensive and very heavy glass bottle. You push the cap back on and very carefully put it back to its rightful place among her things.

The same dresser, maybe two drawers down is slightly ajar in an odd angle. You try to shake it open and feel that it's not sitting on the track properly. Maybe she had been in a rush this morning getting dressed; trying to slam an overstuffed drawer shut. You jimmy it left and right and left until it moves and you can open it a little more towards you.

Maya is there again. Inside of the drawer. All too familiar and right in your face. Thrown in haphazardly from possibly the last time she took it out from its spot; pulled it up over her legs and hips and watched with a hungry look on her face as you, traced the stretch marks on her skin with your eyes. She had turned halfway to grab her toy. No. Her cock. She made sure that you knew it was her. Not a toy, not a piece of silicone. Her. Maya Mason in the fucking flesh as she secured it gingerly around the o-ring and stood with such power it made you weak in the knees and got your legs to bend.

That was then, this is now. Her legs aren't slipped through the straps and her cock isn't placed between her. She's left it here and most likely, didn't expect you to nosy around and find it.

Her loss.

You grab it like there's some sort of timer that will go off if you don't in time. You pull and shimmy your pants down as quickly as you can to pull the harness up and over your legs and hips and secure her cock between your own legs. You feel dizzy as you make your way over to her bed; shedding more articles of clothing as you move along until you flop onto her bed completely naked with just your underwear on underneath the harness.

You lay yourself down onto her bed; your back to the soft sheets and you look down between your legs at her erect cock. As you bite your lip, your brain tells you to move in a different direction with this new sense of desire. You grab the base and pull her cock out from the o-ring and hold it in your hand; turning it left and right and wonder how many times it's been inside of you now.

In, what Maya likes to whisper as she's bent over your back and fucking you from behind, that perfect pussy of yours that belongs to her and only her.

You swallow hard, look around, and move your left hand to pull your underwear to its side for easier access without having to take the entire harness off. You hold it there so you can, without much thought, guide her cock towards yourself just like you've done a million times on your own with your own toys. None of this is new; masturbating while laying back onto a bed.

This was routine until Maya came into your life and you no longer had to do much solo fucking anymore.

But this? Right now, as you tease your entrance with the shaft side of her cock against your folds and up to your clit and back down again, had been the first solo fuck in a long, long time.

Your eyes close as you sink into her bed; allow yourself to relax and picture her above you. It's the easiest thing in the world to do; you've mesmerized her by heart. The way her hair always hangs down over her shoulder or into her face; either loose or braided. Her nails scrapping and scratching and clawing at your skin on your shoulders and arms; the top of your thighs and under your calves and always without a doubt, at your hips and ass cheeks. Sometimes she's partially clothed in just a bra and underwear but sometimes she keeps whatever she wore that day to work to fuck you in.

That's where you always fold hard.

Outfits she put so much time and effort to get dressed in earlier that day become, to a point, ruined by you and her as she keeps them on to fuck you stupid. And that goddamn chain and lock around her neck never, if ever, comes off when she fucks you.

You've felt it hit against almost every inch of skin by now.

You've even watched her with a gagged mouth as she pressed the cold metal of the lock purposefully against your clit and watched you squirm from the sensation which, very quickly, melted your brain and made you come all over her manicured fingers.

The smile she gave you then almost caused you to pass out.

"So, you found Mommy's dick, huh?"

Your blood runs cold as your hand grinds to a halt; no longer pumping Maya inside of you. You clench around it as if that would make any different of being caught red handed with her cock deep inside of yourself; fucking to her on her bed. Masturbating to the thought of her with her harness on, her sex.

You choke back a whimper as your eyes slowly open and see her literally kneeling by her bed right beside of you with her eyes focused between your legs as if she can see right through your skin at how deep you've got her cock in your painfully clenching, wet pussy.

"...Maya..."

She shakes her head but doesn't drag her eyes away as she watches your now shaking hand. She can tell you want to keep going; impatient with the need to fuck yourself longer, harder, deeper.

At that moment you think her hand is coming up to wrap around your neck and choke you; put you in your place for being a bad girl. But you're wrong, painfully wrong as she pulls back her fingers except her pointer and middle and hook it ever so gently under your chin to make you look at her upside down.

Her gaze flickers away from your hand and down to your face; smiling with a grin that makes you move your hand with one solid motion to pump her cock inside of you once more. You don't even care if she noticed or saw; the edge building is too much to bear to just lay still.

"Sweetheart, you're doing it all wrong...you know, I could do it so much better."

The tips of her fingers press hard into your chin as you let a muffled moan escape your barely parted lips. Your hand falls away but her cock remains inside of you. You feel frozen, unable to make a move as you lay there helpless with her now up on her feet and circling as she quickly sheds her clothes.

When the fuck did she get another harness? Is the first thought that pops into your head as you stare at her sideways. It's identical to the one still around your hips. The o-ring remains empty. A singular disgusting thought plants into your head.

"Oh, don't you worry, I am going to do it much better than whatever the fuck you were trying to do...bet you didn't even get deep enough...not as deep like when I fuck you..."

She's crawling onto her bed now and over to you and that hand with those goddamn nails forcefully grab her cock and pull it right out of you. You feel a pang between your legs of emptiness and wetness; seeping out and the embarrassing clench around nothing.

"I...want you to fill me up again...please..."

That little whisper under your breath only makes her jeer at you; pompous and self-righteous. It's the same look she gives to clients and coworkers at work. Looking down at you like you're just a speck on Hollywood Boulevard. You're nothing to her and will never be anything to her.

And now she's got you under her thumb and begging.

it's just how she's always wanted you.

You watch in almost silence, heavy, ragged breaths of anticipation filling her room from your mouth, as she secures her cock into her o-ring this time. There's no foreplay; no means of going about feeling you up or petting or kissing you. She disregards you and any needs you may have to turn yourself on before she thrusts her cock deep into you without any remorse.

And that's exactly what Maya Mason does.

Hands and arms hooked under your legs to pull you right up to her so she has the easiest means of access to enter you. One shot and she's in; her cock already slick from seconds before. She grits her teeth and shows them to you as you don't fucking dare look away from her face.

You want to feel bad for what you've done. You want her to know that yes, she is doing a better job fucking you than you ever could on your own.

You're useless, you're pathetic. You're...

"Please...please, Maya...callmepathetic..."

You whimper louder on the border of crying as you twist and arch your back to try and feel her deeper; wishing she'd split you in two as she rams into you over and over again. She's laughing through her clenched teeth and pushes out her breath through her nostrils.

She's sick of you and all the stupid little games you like to play with her. Whiny and bratty and begging so fucking helplessly she wonders how the fuck you even managed to get this far.

And it's all thanks to her and the way she fucks you and plays with you and makes you realize time and time again that there could be no one else after her.

It'll only be Maya Mason; could only be Maya Mason.

"Call you...pathetic? Honey, you're...fucking pitiful...fuck, look at you with your legs open and begging for my cock..."

She scoffs and you moan in response but she just keeps fucking going as she pushes you deeper and harder into her mattress.

"...You thought you'd be able...to do a better job? Fuck yourself on my cock without...me? You're fucking stupid...aren't you? So fucking dumb...from being fucked like a little slut...by me...over and over and..."

You cut her off with how loud your moans are getting. Face turned painfully to the side; you moan and whimper and cry into her sheets and feel the raw, burning sensation deep inside of you.

You're so

fucking

close.

Swallowing hard, your hands creep down to grab at her sheets as you use whatever energy you have left to tighten your legs around her hips and hold her close.

All that gold of her jewelry hits your eyes with a glint; the lock bouncing against her chest with each thrust. She looks like something out of a dream, a movie. Too big and too real and nothing like the big stars you've seen on screen.

She's bigger than that, realer than that.

She's fucking you so hard you're starting to slip until she breaks you.

"That's it, Sweet Thing, you got this...you got this...just let go...just come for me...you've been trying all night to come...all...over my cock, haven't you?"

She reels you back in as your back arches one more time; eyes open and peering at her as you allow yourself to relax.

She gasps loudly as if she can really feel you come on her cock; can feel that warmth and wet against her skin. You're picturing her head twitching deep up inside of you and your cheeks flush.

Sweat and cum coat your skin and you know she can see that all over you; glistening and shiny as you try to fall from your orgasm. She's still rocking her hips; wanting you to feel completely numb. Clit useless to any sort of touch; overstimulated and swollen. Your labia puffed out and tender; coated with your slick and lubricated completely around.

You feel her hands move up your legs and thighs; tugging down hard on the harness around your hips. You moan in response and feel your clit achingly pulse. She's still fucking toying with you even after all of that.

You deserve it, you know that you do.

You deserve it, as she rakes her nails up your abdomen to grab and grope from the underside of your tits. Your nipples stiffen a little harder and your breath gets caught in your mouth. She uses those goddamn fucking nails of hers to rub over your nipples and make you, coat her cock once more.

You think she's going to keep going; keep pleasuring you but the second her words fill the small gap between you both, your blood turns cold and a new wave of desire courses through your veins.

"If you ever touch my things again...use my cock to fuck yourself...oh, Sweetheart...Mommy is going to split you in two...and I'll actually make you beg me for it until you're a whimpering, moaning fucking mess...useless on my bed and fucking yourself down into my mattress as you hope and beg and pray for me to put my cock inside of you...inside of your perfect pussy that belongs to me. Always will, belong to me...got it?"

She doesn't even let you answer her in words or actions as she completely pushes herself off and away and out of you. The sudden shock of being empty of being alone hits you as she scrambles off of her bed and fixes her necklace around her neck. Lock sitting heavy on her chest you know, as you stare at her in silence, that she means every fucking word out of her pretty, dirty mouth.

[the-witchhunter]

DP x DC ramble: Types of power

Now, in this particular fandom, there’s a tendency to make an OP Danny

That’s a neutral statement, a lot of people just happen to like and post OP Danny

For the most part, not my taste but it can be fun in some contexts, but overpowered Danny isn’t my default

Now, Danny is physically strong. His abilities are combat focused and he can hold his own in a fight. He probably has a little less physical strength than you’d think since he uses gravity nullification to lift heavy things, but it’s impressive regardless. He has a goodly variety of offensive and defensive abilities that make him formidable is a fight

But the strongest characters in DC aren’t necessarily strong in that way

Superman is physically very strong, incredibly powerful, but he’s still nowhere near the level of the actual strongest characters, because their power is a very different type

Like I’m talking reality manipulation, omniscience, abilities that involve power over people’s very souls (and a ghost is a human soul) and where they end up. Psychopomps and some much more. I’m talking about beings that can mold the flesh of humans to remove something like a cancer and repair damage with barely a thought

And they’re mainly held in check by rules, mostly just being polite, sometimes Divine laws

This is a type of power Danny is not equipped to handle

It’s a very different game than Danny is playing. He can physically throw down, he might have an army if it’s Ghost King AU, but this is “can kill you with a literal snap and the snap is just for dramatic effect” territory

Danny is playing high school American football, these characters are playing Professional soccer aka what every other country calls football

It’s a very different game, and if he’s trying to play with them, he’s going to struggle

And that’s fine, he can still be OP and not be playing on the same field as Lucifer, or the Spectre, or various demon lords and so on, because it’s a different kind of power

But just arbitrarily saying he’s more powerful really undersells why they are powerful. Being able to punch good is not the same as a character that can just send him to the afterlife. Someone being able to reshape Danny’s body at their will isn’t going to be concerned about his ecto blasts

A Tuna is a big fish, but the ocean is VAST and DEEP

All this to say you’d have to drastically alter Danny’s actual power set to make him able to compete, otherwise you’re just de-powering the actual strongest characters, which is less impressive since it missed the point of WHY they were strong

Just because you can solve a sheet of math problems doesn’t mean you’re going to be able to ace a three page essay on the poetry of Keats

This has been my thoughts on the matter, be sure to grab a souvenir from the gift shop

Also just going to sneak this in:

Danny should probably be more concerned about magic users

Magic clearly can affect him, just look at the Freak Show incident from season one, that’s not even getting into the reality gauntlet. Now add in the fact that there’s a variety of magic items/artifacts in DC and a slew other of magic uses and occultists that can summon and bind ghosts, spirits, and demons to do their bidding

Danny is firmly in the category of beings that magic specifically deals with, he should probably be a bit more concerned about magic users

[skibasyndrome]

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[raayllum]

AU kicking around in my head for s4 where everything up until ezran's speech is canon but the plot never kicks in, so we just have awkward rayllum adjusting to their stuff in the castle

[robo-dino-puppy]

...that's a long way down!

[writing-prompts-for-palestine]

#199

The life pods on the ship are faulty, but no one knows that yet. The engineer only discovers this during a training exercise ten years into the journey. Do they continue forward without that safety net or turn back for repairs?

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Today’s campaign:

Heba Alanqar, from 90-ghost.

€6,870/€60,000[11%]

[silvereternitywrites]

Don’t let your (Human!!!) Mechanic make Mixtapes

Writing Prompt: A pirate ship boards, the human crewmate uses the coms to blast music trough the ship as a terror tactic.

Prompt Source: user fire-sword; subreddit Humans Are Space Orcs

The Captain had listened to this remix exactly once in its entirety and labeled it a terroristic weapon of mass morale destruction before locking it in a drawer.

To be honest, the human crewmate was perhaps a touch more thrilled than she strictly should have been to be given permission to actually use it.

It was horror-rock, falling into that delightful "creep" tune category with synthetic violins that wailed between high and low notes and a bass strumming heartbeat that artificially raised the pulse rate of the listening parties. Aliens... well, she'd found out aliens responded to that unconscious cue WAY more than humans did.

The fact that she knew every beat and bounce and hitch of it, well, that was where the morale destruction came in.

The pirates had boarded in a specific hallway- and they had been subtly guided to this door for a reason.

It was the maintenance crew hallway. The entire floor had holes big enough to reach through or climb through, and the human crewmate? She fit through them, being lanky, tall, and double-jointed. The ceiling had the same grates on either side of the walkway, to allow for access when the gravity was turned off, making it a catwalk surrounded by bolt holes.

The voice was soft at first- only someone who knew the song would know the words. But Human Jazz played them out perfectly to make the Pirates regret ever trying to raid this ship.

The first set of verses were about "burying" something, and every time it said "buried it" Jazz dropped uninterrupted from the ceiling to the floor. Just at the edge of vision, without touching the holes or making a sound, timing her catch of the bars below to the thump of the drum.

And once they were good and spooked, on edge...

She added her voice to the ship speakers, a roar that made the walkway vibrate under their feet for the chorus.

"RUN! AWAY! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE, BEFORE THE MONSTER- MONSTER IS INSIDE! THOUGHT IT WAS DEAD! AND GONE! BUT YOU WERE SO WRONG! HASN'T BEEN SO LONG; YOU NEVER THOUGHT YOU'D SEE- SEE, SEE THE DEAD WALK!"

Screaming from above and plasma lighting up the walls told her it was working.

What a shame for them- the pursuit would continue until morale improved. Her morale, or course. All that light would make this more troublesome until it cooled.

The next verse was about what had been buried coming back to bury the singer- it was time to change tactics anyway.

Now her hands reached up through the tiny holes and grates throughout the verse, grabbing and yanking on legs, tentacles, weapon barrels, whatever was in reach, heedless of the burns she was getting or the catch of nails on fabric and skin. Her fake-claw nails were just acrylics, she'd replace them after this, and some bloodstains from a ripped cuticle or two would really sell the idea that something dead and gross was trying to get at them on top of the “detached fingertips”.

As they were coming up on the second chorus, she pulled both hands back down and put them on a panel instead, directing one of the repair-bots with their dozens of arms to dance to the tune, the lyrics printed on it's glowing screen that loomed up out of the dark.

She already knew what she was going to do with the bridge- it talked about disease and parasites, so she was going to yank body parts under the grate and "bite" them with needles full of weak general anesthetics from the first aid kit. She didn't need to actually like, poison or paralyze them, the imagery from the song would make their minds do that for her.

Except-- the thunder of movement, out of sync with the music, headed back up the catwalk at an honestly dizzying speed, and suddenly it was absolutely quiet except her, the repairbot who had now started the fix the plasma damage to the walls, and the music on the ship speakers.

Poking her head up from the nearest access hole, the pirates were gone- with the exception of one, who'd been hog-tied with their own tentacles and blinded with their Captain's hat. Left as a sacrificial offering to the monster for leading their crew into a deathtrap, probably. Well, Jazz didn't want them to think they were too hasty and come back...

She bared all her teeth in the widest, meanest grin, including her sharper-than-normal canines, and whipped the pirate's hat off, the light of the repairbot's torch illuminating her from behind in only brief flashes.

"Buried what I thought would die, don't got no alibi, I buried it," she sang at the alien's horrified face, "I FUCKING BURIED IT!"

The pirate's scream was a noise she couldn't have replicated in a million years. Yeah, driving it home was a good idea.

"RUN! AWAY! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE, THE MONSTER'S ALREADY INSIDE! THOUGHT IT WAS DEAD! AND GONE! BUT I WAS SO WRONG cuz it had been so long and life went on thought it was done I never thought I'd live to see THE DEAD WALK!"

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"I still don't think you needed to render the enemy so terrified they entered an involuntary coma state," the Captain scowled at the human crewmate, who was slung sideways in her work chair. Again.

"It's not like I knew their species can even DO that, Cap! Besides, it was a bloodless battle that successfully repelled the enemy, right? And we haven't been bothered by pirates in that entire sector since!"

The Captain squinted angrily with all their eyes.

"We're a terror-tale in that sector now," they replied flatly.

"Wait, shit, did I accidentally Flying Dutchman our ship?! Aw fuck, Captain, I’m sorry."

The Captain sighed- finally, she understood the gravity of the iss--

"If I'd known that was gonna happen I'd have picked a better song! Dead Walk is kinda underground, how are other ships supposed to lean on the legend with an obscure Earth song?"

The Captain gave up and left to go drink their 400-year old heirloom spirits. They had never worried they were going to be the Onelle to finish off the 'drink in case of headache-inducing disaster' bottle but it looked more likely by the day.

Song: Dead Walk by RedHook Note: the remix featured here doesn't actually exist because I can't make it. Will update and link if that ever changes!

[sinclairmaxwellao3]

Day 1: Best Friend

[joey-regrets-nothing]

do you think i can get away with writing a story about how i fell in love with my best friend and now we dont talk anymore for this creative writing scholarship

[smototdr]

cutting my usage of c.AI cold turkey has given me the itch to write fanfiction again but not the motivation so i’m just kinda stuck in this purgatory of having the need but not enough of the want to do it 💔

[jamietarttsnorthernattitude]

Holiday Gift Fic Requests

Now that whumptober is over I can start thinking about gift fics! I had a lot of fun with them last year so if you ever wanted me to write something (or are excited for the next chapter of any of my WIPs and want me to prioritise it) then let me know so I can gift it to you this holiday season!

Send me an ask with what you would like me to write (or update!), and I will do my best! I'll put my WIPs and anything I just don't think is in my writing wheelhouse below the cut.

Published WIPs

thought i wanted love ('til you showed me what it was) - Jamie wakes up in A&E with no recollection to how he got there and his sober father by his side. (Currently chapter 1 out of ? posted)

can't be anyone else - What if Jamie was the one injured when Roy tackled him in the season 1 finale? (Currently 3 out of ? chapters posted)

marked me like a bloodstain - Jamie saves Roy from being hit by a car after the gala in s1 (Currently 2 out of ? chapters posted)

dear leslie - Leslie Higgins giving advice to people (2 chapters posted - planned chapters left include Keeley, Isaac and Beard)

old habits die screaming - Beard and Jamie bad dad's universe (Currently 3 out of 5 chapters posted)

damaged beyond repair - After Ted rejects him at the Crown & Anchor, Jamie runs into two men who are looking for a fight, Jamie more than happy to give it to them. (Currently 1 out of ? chapters posted)

false confidence - Jamie suffers a concussion during the Zava era and Ted takes a look at how he's been coaching since the superstar arrived (Currently 4 out of 5 or 6 chapters posted)

Unpublished WIPs

copenhagen - Jamie and Roy spend the night a la Amsterdam in Copenhagen. When Jamie gets on the bus the next morning with a black eye, no one believes it was an accident.

i worry i'll grow old - sequel/roy's pov from i worry I'll die young

post-series Jamie saves Roy from being hit by a car

Jamie and Dani become secret besties when he's sent back to Manchester and Jamie insists they hide it when he comes back so the team accepts him for him not because of Dani (might not finish it completely but can definitely prioritise the first chapter likely 3 or so chapters) (requested lol)

Things I'm Not Great at Writing

shipfics

anything related to CSA, it's an important subject one that i want to do justice and I'm unsure if I can