#anyway. new username to celebrate

[kensatou]

deepthroating a gun without breaking eye contact...... he put his entire gongyussy into that | SQUID GAME 2

+ the video because the sound he makes when he puts the gun in his mouth? [redacted]

update: he improvised that. the man really said i'll go full slut.

[woogilicious]

offline messages ꒰ yunho ꒱

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ pairing: streamer!yunho x gn!reader. ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ word count: 1039 words. ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ genre: angst + fluff. ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ warnings: mild angst, emotional neglect (unintentional), feelings of being left behind, fluff at the end.

You were there before the follower goals, and fancy mic setup. Back when Yunho streamed from a wobbly IKEA desk and his only viewers were you and that one random bot that kept posting shady links.

Back then, his face would light up when he saw your name in chat.

"Yo!" he'd grin, headset slightly tilted. "You're here!"

Of course you were. You always were.

You modded his streams before he even asked. Built his discord server from scratch. Stayed up past midnight helping him troubleshoot lag while playing Valorant. You even tolerated the scream fest during Lethal Company session with San, Mingi, and Wooyoung―all chaos, max volume, all the time.

And when things took off―when Twitch clipped him into the algorithm and the chat exploded with new fans, you celebrated with him. You were proud. You really were.

But you also started feeling... invisible.

It started small. A joke you made in chat went ignored. Then another. Then another.

You chalked it up, at first. That's what growing meant―more people, more chaos. But then he stopped replying to your DMs. Took hours to answer simple messages. And one day, you noticed your mod label was gone. No explanation. No "thanks for everything." Nothing at all.

You watched one of his streams that night, lurking, your name is grey in a sea of neon usernames. Someone made a crude joke. You called it out. Yunho didn't even notice, until a stranger timed you out.

That was the last stream you watched live.

You muted the server. Turned off notifications. Closed the tab. He never reaches out. Not once.

Months passed.

One night, you're scrolling through your phone, brain on autopilot, when you see his name. Yunho is live: Unpacking + chatting. You shouldn't care. You don't.

But you click.

He's streaming Unpacking, of all things. Soft music, quiet atmosphere, just him and the sound of cardboard boxes being emptied on screen. There's no Wooyoung yelling in the background, no San whining about being scared―just Yunho. Focused. A little tired. His laugh softer tonight.

You shouldn't message him.

But your fingers move anyway, finding his name in your message app.

Are you okay?

You send it. Regret it instantly. Consider deleting it, but then―

yunho: wait yunho: wait wait wait yunho: is this real?? yunho: y/n... i thought u blocked me or smth

You stare at the screen, looking at his stream while his attention turns to his phone.

you: figured you wouldn't notice either way yunho: ... yunho: okay. i deserve that. yunho: i miss you. a lot.

You don't reply right away, and you close the Twitch app.

The next day, he sends you a message privately in discord.

yunho: can we talk?

You call. It's weird, at first. The silence between you used to be comfortable, easy. Now it's cautious. Hesitant.

But he tries.

"I don't know when I started messing it up," he says, voice quiet. "I think... I just got caught up in everything. I didn't mean to shut you out."

You shrug, even though he can't see you. "You kind of did, though."

"I know. I just... didn't want you to feel like you had to carry my stuff forever. You helped me so much and I kept thinking, maybe you deserved to just... live your life. Not babysit my stream."

You snort. "You took away my mod role without saying a word. The least you can do is tell me."

He winces. "Yeah. That was stupid."

"You think?"

He laughs. It's small, and it is obvious that he is nervous.

"Let me fix it," he says. "Please."

It's not instant. It's not perfect.

But you start showing up again. Not as a mod, but just as his friend.

He messages you in the middle of the night about weird games you'd both like. Sends you dumb voices notes of Mingi farting on call. You hop into discord during late-night gaming, and he still screams in panic when he gets chased in scary games, but now, he screams your name too.

And one night, he messages:

yunho: do you want to do a stream together soon? you: what would we even play? yunho: idc. minecraft? stardew? anything. i just want to hang out with you on stream.

You agree, and the next night, it's Minecraft night.

The stream starts slow, chill lo-fi music playing in the background. Yunho decides to do a member only stream, which means the chat is smaller, cozier. The mods keep it clean. No chaos whatsoever.

"Special guest tonight, their name is Y/N" Yunho says, grinning. "My oldest friend. Like actual old. We've known each other since middle school."

You laugh. "You're few months older than me."

Chat, on the other hand, explodes with excitement:

xXxgamerraccoon12: brooo you can see yunho smiling like an idiot fluffyhorsie: their voice sounds so soothing!! i love them already!! bananapie481: we need more cozy game with y/n!!

You two fish, farm, fight monsters, collect materials. It's easy.

Halfway through the stream, you forget the camera's even on.

"You're different when it's just us," you say quietly.

Yunho hums. "Different how?"

"Less loud, less performative. More... you."

He doesn't say anything right away, just smiling while mining some woods for their house. Then, softly. "That's because you bring out the parts of me I actually like."

Your chest tightens.

"You know I was really scared," he adds. "That you'd never message me again. That I lost you for good."

You exhale. "You almost did."

"I know."

Silence.

Then, your character walks over and gifts his character a flower.

It's just pixels, but Yunho makes a sound that's a little too real.

"What?"

"What do you mean what? Maybe I just like giving you flowers."

His voice is barely a whisper. "God, I missed you so much."

The stream ends with your character standing next to his inside your finish small cozy wooden house.

Chat's spamming hearts. Fan edit already being posted. People are begging for another duo stream.

Once he turns off his stream, he says, "Don't log off yet."

You stay.

His voice is warm through your headset.

"Let's play another day?"

You smile. "Sure, Yunho. I'll be here."

This time, you know he believes it.

And this time, you do too.

[w2soneshots]

Hello I was wondering if u can write a George Clarke fan fic based on the sidemen charity match and also I REALLY LOVE your writing it’s so amazing like I can never stop reading it like damnnnnnnnn

My man -George clarkey

words: 0.8k+

warnings: none!

summary: you watch George play in the sidemen charity match… along with all the trials and tribulations before and after the game.

notes: heyyy! Thank you love🫶🏼. I’ve done a match fic for Harry and I had a few people ask for a George one so of course I’m delivering, because he looked gorgeous🙂‍↕️. I hope you enjoy girlies!!💘💫

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y/username: my man scored at Wembley today!!🥹💗

-comments-

georgeclarkeey: 88th minute babyyy

max_balegde: don't you mean OUR man?!😌

-> y/username: hahaha of course Max😂

y/nfanpage21: he did so well omfg

user: THE MULLET. I'm gonna faint

"Good morning darling," George greeted you just as you opened your eyes. He stood looking down at you, already fully dressed in his kit. "I've got to go to breakfast but I'll see you before we leave," he said before pressing a kiss to your forehead, "love you."

You spent your morning slowly getting ready and he returned to your room just as you finished. You smiled as he walked towards you, arms extended for a hug. "Good luck baby. You'll be fine... don't stress too much," you whispered reassuringly before he hugged you tighter and then pulled back.

He let out a deep breath. "I'm shitting myself." You chuckled quietly. "I'm sure you won't be on long enough to fuck it up anyway," you joked. He playfully squeezed your hip. "Go and enjoy it. I'll see you afterwards. I love you," you spoke softly. He nodded then turned to leave, though he stopped himself, gave you a long kiss and only then did he leave.

y/username posted a new story!

"Oh my god. There he is!" You shouted -a little louder than you'd meant to- as you spotted George on the field, warming up with the rest of the sidemen team. Max perked up next to you and began filming him. You looked at the zoomed in screen and laughed loudly when you saw the picture he'd just taken. "That's hilarious, please send it to me."

y/username posted a new story!

George wasn't in the starting eleven for the game, but after a little while he was finally subbed in. You, Max, the two Arthur's, Bach and every fan girl in the stadium cheered when his name was called on the intercom.

You watched intently as the game progressed. It was a little bit hard to fully keep up with what was happening, since you were so high up, but your eyes just followed the brown, curly mullet.

When it reached half time everyone that was in one of the friends and family boxes headed inside to get some food. You were sat opposite max when you received a message from George, "everything good? x" You smiled slightly at your phone. "Just enjoying the free food. You're doing so well, everyone's cheering you on babe! xx" you replied swiftly.

y/username posted a new story!

After half time, the game continued. Goal after goal was scored and it was unbelievably close. Everyone was on the edge of their seats. Just as it was nearing the end the score was even on eight all.

Tobi took a kick from the corner and then just as you thought it was going in George followed and kicked it into the net. "Ahh!" You all stood and cheered, your hand covering your mouth in shock.

You watched the screen to see the close up video of him celebrating, Chris and Will hugging him as well, even know they were on the opposite team. You were close to tears seeing how happy he looked. He'd been so nervous so you were glad he got his moment.

y/username posted a new story!

Unfortunately Theo scored just before the game finished, equalising. It went to penalties and ultimately the sidemen's team lost, though it was all for charity and you weren't really bothered about the final result since you just wanted to see your boyfriend.

y/username posted a new story!

y/username posted a new story!

You didn't see George after the game since he went back on the team bus with the rest of the players and you got a taxi to the after party with the Arthur's, Bach and Liv so you only got to see him once you were both back at the hotel.

When you finally saw the players walking through the doors your eyes searched the crowd of black and red kits until you saw him. A bright smile spread across the both of your faces when your eyes met.

The minute he reached you he flung his arms around you and sighed into your shoulder. "You were incredible George," you whispered. "That's made my year," he replied gently. You pulled back and kissed him, which is something you don't do often since nether of you are big on pda but it just felt right.

y/username posted a new story!

y/username posted a new story!

The rest of the night was spent celebrating and getting slightly pissed. As soon as you and George got back to your room and your heads hit the pillows you fell straight asleep, back against his chest; his arm wrapped around your middle while the both of you soundly slept, after one of the best days ever.

[sl-vega]

SWEET N' SOUR ! - a scaramouche celebrity smau

-> PROLOGUE; all because I liked a boy

additional notes:

HI HI

i wanted to post this chapter yesterday but i'm SUPER sick right now so staring at a screen was basically a death sentence for me

so to make it up to you guys I wanted to make this chapter longer than I originally wanted it to be!

i was debating whether I wanted to release to prologue or the profiles first, but seeing as how scara's fg isn't relevant yet (and how y/n's entire gc was shown in the second teaser, I decided on uploading the prologue first!

and part of me also want you guys to guess some of the irl equivalents to some of the characters here!

aka half of them

only half of y/n friend group (including y/n mind you) are essentially au versions of another celebrity/semi famous person

so leave your guesses in my ask box/comments!

anyways LMAO other random notes

while this smau won't be an exact one to one of how the music industry works (ie me taking creative liberties with fontinalia being based off of broadway records even though it functions VERY differently from the source) I do like to include accurately depicted parts of it when I can!

when Beidou was talking about qixing showing an interest in y/n, the A&R team that she mentioned is a very real part of any record label!

A&R stands for artists and repertoire, and it's basically a fancy term for talent scouts who find new artists to sign to the label they work for!

anyways lmao this was a VERY long a/n, so thanks for reading all that if you did

as per usual, taglist is always open and please let me know if you want to have a cameo as a fan username (and thank you to all the people who let me use their's as fans in this chapter!)

also let me know if any of y'all are comfortable with being scara haters, venti can't keep doing the work for you

˚୨୧⋆｡ synopsis:  the bright lights of fame and fortune aren’t for everyone, and you’re starting to think you’re part of that majority. You just can’t seem to catch a break! Every movie you’re in goes straight to DVD, every album you drop just barely gets any streams. From child star to sub par popstar, it seems clear that the world has some kind of vendetta against you and you love to blame it on a certain rising musical sensation; Scaramouche. Thanks to your godforsaken luck you happened to go out with the wrong guy at the wrong time because he just so happened to be Scaramouche’s ex, next thing you know you wake up to truck loads of death threats, your record label dropping you, AND a whole album labelling you as the ‘other woman’! After what seemed like a never ending onslaught of straight bullying and harassment, you had long since retreated from the limelight, the only thing left from your music career being ever so occasional covers on YouTube that only your few close friends watched religiously. However, after writing a heartfelt original piece and uploading it from your humble bedroom, it goes viral! A single song has thrusted you head first into stardom once more, and face to face with the person you ruined it for you.

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[bewitched-hours]

Hello again, i hope you don't mind another request similar to to the alien! chance and elliot. bc i was inspired by someone's design on Alien Two Time, its made by Two Tylerrr on X.

So here it is...

Yandere! Alien! Two Time x Scientist! Reader.

Fluff and a Oneshot please.

Plot: Where the reader is a scientist and has heard from that the mysterious alien creature was roaming around the city, stealing food and as well leaving slime behind as a prank. so the reader was hired to investigate it.

but little did they know, two time wants them and tends to stalk them at home, and especially keeping them to themselves and then take them to their home planet by turning them into an alien too.

so when they get back home, they get ambushed by two time and gets kidnapped. therefore being with them as an alien forever in space.

Yeah, two time is my fav after all, so yeah

Anyways bye!

this is the link to the mentioned profile by who owns the alien! two time's design btw:

https://x.com/tookiediscs?s=21 (idk if it works, so if you have X, search the username instead)

DAMMIT RHAINE, WAS MY APOLOGY NOT ENOUGH- JK JK, I love yandere alien requests and you taking up Two Time makes it even better~ Had to scroll quite a bit to find the design but it was work it because they look so adorable-

Reader's getting She/Her because I want more women at the top~

You've dedicated your life to science.

You needed understanding and to move humanity forward to greater heights.

Your co-workers knew you as a respectable but overworking person, trying to remind you to take breaks and whatnot because you'd forget time when you were so focused.

Little did you know that your latest work incident would be your last.

Your co-workers were kind and practically dragged you to the break room to include you in their conversations, even if you never talked much. They still appreciated your input because they looked up to you.

But today was different.

"Oh- [Reader]- Have you heard about that alien roaming around?" One of your co-workers quietly asked as you sipped on your morning coffee.

"Alien roaming... No??" You were confused, wondering if they were pulling your leg or something.

"Oh yeah!" Another co-worker chimed in, promptly bumping glasses with you as a greeting. "There's this weird alien that escaped from the government's top scientists and it's apparently roaming the streets and leaving weird slime trails."

Your curiosity only heightened. "Okay, gimme the full run down."

You all promptly sat down at the big table as you began to give them your full attention.

"It's spreading over the news but they're trying not to reveal it's an alien. They're just advising people not to go near piles of blue slime out on the streets and if they see one, they have to call the police." One of them started off, catching your interest even more.

"I have a buddy up there who was studying this alien and he says they have to catch anyone who makes contact with it and wipe their memories of it like in a sci-fi movie." Another co-worker piped up.

"This sounds so fake..." You muttered, though you knew it wasn't. Your co-workers aren't exactly good liars...

"I also heard you're supposed to be pulled aside soon for a special promotion, [Reader]~" Another co-worker teased, batting their eyelashes as you promptly spat out your coffee in shock.

As if on cue, the door to the break room opened and your boss stepped inside. "[Reader], please meet me in my office after your break." She sounded serious but had a rare smile on her face, making you believe this was what you've been working for.

Your co-workers waited until she was gone to congratulate and celebrate with you. They were all ecstatic to see you're getting your well-deserved payoff for all your hard work.

And you were quick to follow orders.

"You wanted to see me?" You entered her office a bit sheepishly, although you knew your boss to be a kind woman. You were also trying not to show too much excitement since you couldn't predict if this was really that promotion you were aiming for.

"Yes, please take a seat, dear." She nodded, motioning to the two chairs in front of her desk where you promptly sat down.

She took a deep breath and took off her glasses before continuing. "As you may know, there's an alien escapee leaving trails of slime behind... And our office has been asked to send them our most trustworthy employee to help them investigate where this alien is and what their slimy trail is made of... So I wanted to ask you if you'd be open for the job."

Your heart nearly jumped out of your chest.

"I-I'd be honoured!" Was all you could get out without jumping up from your seat. It made the boss laugh a little as she nodded.

"Very well, you'll be working from home for a few days while we get your stuff over to your new workspace. How about you take the rest of the day off to prepare?" She smiled in that sweet way again...

The sweetness that said "I'm telling you, not asking you, because I don't want you overworked again" and you just agreed, considering you knew she saw you as a friend.

"Tell the kids at least I said hi." You chuckled as you headed out to say goodbye to your co-workers. They were all in a celebratory mood and wishing you well, some even tearing up as you said goodbye.

Overall, you couldn't complain. It was only noon and you were heading back home, noting that the streets were surprisingly empty during this time.

But once home, you couldn't help but be alarmed at the traces of slime by your front door and made a quick call to the police. They surprisingly already knew of you from your boss and told you they'd come by to remove the slime immediately and to avoid making contact with it.

So you had to carefully step over it, entering your house and quickly grabbing the pepper spray in your bag as your steps echoed through your home...

It was way too silent for your liking but you eventually sighed. "Paranoia... Maybe some sleep will do..." You muttered, still keeping up your guard as you put down your bag and hung up your coat.

But while kicking off your shoes, you spotted something out of the corner of your vision.

You quickly turned around to spot it but...

There was nothing?

You groaned, thinking you were going insane as you put down the spray and headed upstairs. Today is such a weird day...

You managed to prepare yourself a bath while you made yourself some lunch, sighing in contentment as you felt proud of your cooking.

And a bath right after eating was just what you needed to relax, letting all the tension in your body fall while the warm water gently carried you.

Enveloping you like a safe blanket as your vision goes-

Wait- why was your vision going dark-

By the time you woke up again, you were somewhere else completely, enveloped not by water but the same slime that you remembered... Wait, where did you remember it from?

It was hard to remember much. most of your life became a blur in your mind but at least you remembered your name...

Confusion warped around your brain in a hot flash, making you panic as the weird cocoon you were stuffed into suddenly opened to have you greeted by a strange blue alien.

"[Reader], I'm so glad you're okay!" They chirped, practically dragging you out onto a cold floor and steam all around. It was actually a little hard to see with the steam and the slime that was still covering you from head to toe.

You were too fuzzy in the head to really ask anything and just gave them a confused look. "Right- Sorry- You're probably still trying to remember." They chuckled a little awkwardly.

"I helped you be reborn into being a higher lifeform like me!" They declared so cheerfully as if they did you a favour...

Did they...?

"We'll get you cleaned up and into some clothes now and I'll answer any questions you have- Though you're probably still a bit overwhelmed and feeling your head spin from your new body." They led you off to a small pool of water where they helped you shower and get rid of all the slime you had on you while you were still getting used to this unfamiliar body.

It didn't hurt or cause any discomfort... Like it was really made for you...

"I'm Two Time by the way! I'll be taking care of you and helping you adjust to your new and improved life!" They spoke so proudly that you almost forgot you were still being cleaned.

You felt light... Like you were floating...

But for whatever reason, you reached out to Two Time, causing a light blush to spread across their face but their grin was never gone.

"Ah... Haha- Do... Do you wanna hold hands..?" They asked quietly, sounding hopeful as they took your hand in their own and instead used their tail to continue helping you.

You didn't protest or move away. Something about this felt right and they were happy you seemed to enjoy their presence. "Why... Don't I... Remember...?" You eventually managed to get out in your foggy state.

Two Time chuckled softly, setting aside the shower head they were using to wash you and gently patting your head. "You don't have to worry about that, my dear~ See it as an ascension! You no longer need to remember what held you back from your full potential and can live in eternal bliss~"

Their words carried an odd sense of comfort in them, making you believe it was for the best as you simply nodded and didn't question them further. You were getting more curious about your surroundings as you noticed you were in some sort of bathhouse.

How did you know that? Probably the memories. Oh well-

They led you out of the bath eventually and showed you a couple of outfits that matched their own. "Choose whichever you like, my dear! I had them specifically made for you!" Their tail wagged behind them all excitedly as you went ahead and picked one you thought was cute, your smile making them squeal a little.

"You'll love it here! You can live with me and be my partner~" Their eccentric attitude made you giggle, an odd warmth spreading over your face as you continued to hold their hand and follow them off to show you around their home planet...

Everyone was nice and welcoming, not a single soul here seemed to even be neutral about you...

Maybe this new life would truly be better than the one you had long forgotten...

Hey, did you know I based this off of a dream I had recently

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

[violettavonviolet]

Spideytorch fic rec list

hey guys, as promised spideytorch is next! Those two idiots are very dear to my heart and I think I've found some gems! Do send the authors some love if you end up reading some <3. All fics are complete, the word count goes up as you scroll and mind the tags before you read!

Caught on Candid Camera

Traincat

Summary:

“You have ten seconds to tell me what’s wrong,” Peter said, picking up the strangely bubbling beaker. His spider-sense stayed silent, thankfully, but his science-sense was giving him a headache. 

“Aren’t you around kids?” Johnny said. “I shouldn’t be telling you this if you’re around kids.”

“Six… five... four…” Peter said.

“It’s just,” Johnny said breathlessly, “did you know that there are webcams on the Statue of Liberty now?”

Peter dropped the beaker.

5k, mature

teenager in love

orangejoose

Summary:

Johnny groaned exaggeratedly. Then he leaned in close to Spidey, narrowing his eyes. “Are you like super ugly or something? Oh my god! You actually have eight eyes! Or fangs?? You have fangs! Or… no nose! Like Voldemort! No, wait… that's a snake thing.”

Spidey laughed, and Johnny’s heart leaped at the sound, but he quickly kicked himself internally. Nope. No. Johnny was sixteen, and he had no idea how old Spidey was. Early twenties at the youngest, but no. No way. That could not happen.

6k secret identity, gen

Kind, Sober, and Fully Dressed

Traincat

Summary:

"Pete, my man, my completely platonic best bro," he muttered to himself in the voice he reserved solely for mocking Johnny Storm. "Come over and watch my maybe sex tape! Fun times! Just two guys hanging out -" he slammed the bathroom door maybe a little harder than necessary "- watching the one guy's celebrity sex tape! Good clean fun!"

Mrs. Moretti downstairs banged on her ceiling with a broom.

Everything was coming up Parker tonight.

--

Or, in which Peter proves himself tragically unable to take a hint. Post-Amazing Spider-Man Digital #17, aka the time Johnny asked Peter to watch his sex tape.

8k miscommunication, mature

stranger danger

animosities

Summary:

pete

is this a bad time to ask who this is??

Hothead

Is this not Grindr Peter?

pete

nope

Hothead

Ahhh fuck

Sorry for the unsolicited dick pic

pete

that’s alright, ive seen worse

--

In which Johnny gets a username wrong, Peter gets a dick pic, and MJ gets a headache just thinking about the situation.

10k no powers teen

All That We Were

paramountie

Summary:

“What do you think the deal is anyway?” Peter asks. “My money’s on dreamscape.”

“Twenty bucks says it’s an alternate universe.”

“Nuh-uh, pal. It’s a dream for sure. Or a nightmare.”

10k alternate universe, gen

Better in Picture

weekend_conspiracy_theorist

Summary:

In which Peter Parker has no interest in sleeping with Matt Murdock, no matter what anyone seems to think.

12k teen and up

Weaving Spiders Come Not Here

Mizzy

Summary:

People are treating Peter oddly. Really oddly.

It turns out they're being nice to him because they think his boyfriend cheated on him.

…with Spider-Man.

It's honestly quite tiring pretending to be jealous of yourself.

13k secret identity, teen

Always Glad You Came

aloneintherain

Summary:

Spider-Man is a relatively new, controversial vigilante, and Johnny has a crush the size of the Empire Building. The Four - operating under the assumption that Spidey is an adult - do not approve.

“I just happen to think Spider-Man's cool,” Johnny says, matter-of-factly. “A hero can think another hero is cool without making it weird. I admire his aloofness. And his badass-ness.”

“His aloofness,” Ben repeats, chuckling into his mug of beer. It’s roughly the size of Johnny’s head. “Yeah, sure, I bet that’s all your admire, right?”

13k secret identity teen

Six of Swords

Traincat

Summary:

“I’m sorry, Peter,” Reed said. “From what I’m seeing currently -- I’m afraid the condition might be permanent.”

“Hm,” Peter said. He drummed his fingers – six hands’ worth of them – on the table top, considering Reed’s words carefully. “Nah.”

“Excuse me?” Reed said.

“No,” Peter said. “Because see, I’ve done this whole rodeo before, and this? This is not permanent.”

“You’ve had six arms before,” Reed said, slowly, as if that was the weirdest thing he’d ever heard in their business. As if Peter hadn’t passed Doctor Doom out in the hallway walking in here.

“He did,” Johnny filled in helpfully. “In college. Or anyway that’s what he told me this one time when we were looking for vampires.”

--

Peter is transformed back into a six-armed Spider-Man. Johnny sticks around.

14k six armed spidey, teen and up

Tied to the Wait and Sees

Mizzy

Summary:

Johnny Storm's in love. With Spider-man. Except no one seems to even believe Johnny when he tells them. Everyone thinks he's totally joking. What a buzzkill. Even his bff doesn't react supportively, which is rude, disrespectful, and completely awkward when Johnny walks into a time anomaly and wakes up in the future married not to his beloved Spider-man, but to Peter Parker.

Huh, no wonder Parker reacted so badly to the news.

14k, Time travel, teen

Eight Arms to Hold You

metaphoracle

Summary:

When Spider-Man’s best friend Johnny Storm asks him for help in tactfully declining a marriage proposal from the King of Atlantis, Namor the Sub-Mariner, the only solution is for him to volunteer Daily Bugle photographer Peter Parker to pretend to be dating Johnny at the Engagement Banquet in Atlantis. Sure, it’s technically lying to his best friend about who Peter Parker is, but the important thing is that Johnny won’t have to marry Namor, and if Peter gets some photographs of Atlantis to sell, what’s the harm? Peter thought the most difficult thing about this scenario was going to be making sure Johnny didn’t figure out Peter is actually Spider-Man. Having to pretend he wasn’t actually falling in love with his best friend never crossed his mind. 

Featuring fake relationships, forced (almost) marriages, identity porn, traditional Atlantean clothing, and amorous cephalopods.

15k fake relationship, teen and up

Say You Will, Say You Won't

Traincat

Summary:

Johnny Storm found him on a Friday afternoon, wearing the kind of beseeching look that filled Peter with dread.

“I need to ask you a favor,” he said.

“No,” Peter said, swinging away.

__

Peter and Johnny get married, really-not-really.

15k, pretend relationship, part of a series!!

My Gigantic Crush

lamujerarana

Summary:

Peter Parker has a problem. He's in love with his best friend, Johnny Storm. Well, he should really say Spider-Man's best friend, given that Johnny has no idea they're the same person.

16k identity porn, teen

New York Minute

Traincat

Summary:

“It’s just that, when whatever happened, happened, it’s like my senses have been dialed to eleven. There’s – there’s way too much input, so they just kind of help me focus.”

--

Johnny Storm, impossibly, helps Peter focus.

16k hurt/comfort, teen

No Dating Here!

lamujerarana

Summary:

Johnny has no idea what Reed, Ben, and Sue keep going on about. He doesn't have feelings for Spidey at all. He doesn't even know what the guy looks like. And he definitely would never date him.

Or, what starts off as everyone wrongly thinking Johnny's dating Spidey eventually leads to Johnny actually dating Spidey but pretending he isn't because he doesn't want to give his family the satisfaction of knowing they were right.

***

“You really aren’t going to admit that you’re dating him, are you?” Sue says incredulously. She taps her finger against that very incriminating photo in the tabloid. “You’re kissing him, baby brother, right here.”

“Kissing? Spidey? Me? I would never,” Johnny scoffs, right as he finishes making a date to meet Spidey later that night. “Not in a million years. I am way out of his league. I’m so far above him he can’t even see me.”

Spidey’s going to see plenty of Johnny later tonight, but Sue doesn’t need to know anything about that.

18k identity porn & secret relationship, teen

Tales From The Back Pages

Traincat

Summary:

Peter Parker was born with his words. Johnny Storm's been sure his will be said sarcastically since he was a child. Everything else more or less happens according to plan.

19k soulmates teen

Lightning in a Bottle

Gruoch

Summary:

Peter takes the tablet and looks down at the screen, where a picture of Spider-Man intimately entangled in a passionate embrace with Johnny Storm is displayed across the majority of the Daily Bugle’s home page. TORCH CAUGHT IN SPIDER-MAN’S WEB, the headline reads, bracketed by spider and flame emojis.

Peter looks back up at Tony, who is still staring at him completely stone-faced. 

Tony reaches across the island and taps the screen. “So. What do you have to say about that?”

“Well. For one, I’m a little disappointed with the headline,” Peter offers.

Tony lets his chin drop against his chest, momentarily defeated, before taking a deep breath and once more skewering Peter with a hard look. “You could have at least given me some warning that the two of you are...I mean, I had my suspicions, but—”

“You’re misconstruing the situation. Spider-Man and the Torch are dating,” Peter explains. “Johnny and I are just friends.”

“Boy, you’re really leaning hard into this whole alter ego thing, aren’t you?” Tony deadpans. “How’s that working out for you?”

20k idiots in love, teen

Black Magic, Love, and Other Unexplainable Sensations

gleesquid

Summary:

Once upon a time, a handsome prince needed a fearsome warrior's help to save the entire kingdom. Peter Parker is not entirely sure how he fits into this.

21k fairytale not rated

Play Pretend

Fernandidilly_yo

Summary:

When the city dubs the new vigilant with the name 'Spider-Man' no one questions it. Really it just leads to a lot of speculation of who the man underneath the mask is. 

Nobody would ever guess it's really a fifteen-year-old girl.

26k, fem peter, pre-relationship, gen

Five Times The Human Torch And Spider-Man Failed At Being Incognito, And The One Time They Didn't Even Try

Ademimo

Summary:

There is no better bonding experience than sneaking around together (or, alternatively, around each other) and utterly failing at it. 

In which Peter Parker and Johnny Storm :

- are not that talented at infiltration ;

- really need to sharpen their acting skills ;

- should not be categorized as subtle heroes ;

- should not be considered as talented at social interaction, either, for that matter ;

- and most importantly, see their relationship evolve over the years (it's not romantic, they're friends. Not that they don't wish for more, but the other just doesn't feel that way, okay ?)

OR : Five times the Human Torch and Spider-Man failed at being incognito, and the one time they didn't even try

28k friends to lovers, identity reveal, teen

Lost Without You

lamujerarana

Summary:

Johnny and Peter fall into a wormhole and are sent careening across the universe together. With no hope of rescue, they end up having to figure out their own way home, which isn't as easy as it sounds.

To make matters worse, Johnny's been in love with Peter for a long, long, long time. Nothing's happened ever because Peter doesn't seem too interested, but now Johnny's stuck alone in space with the guy of his dreams and a whole lot of feelings that just won't go away. 

***

Dammit. Johnny just wanted Peter to kiss him. Was it really too much to ask after years of selflessly saving the planet? Johnny deserved that much, universe.

Really he deserved all of the hot guys, gals, aliens, and so on kissing him that he wanted, and he only wanted Peter. He was being reasonable, universe, and yet you still couldn’t come through for him, could you?

Johnny found the universe very disappointing. He ranked it right near the top of his list of the most disappointing things he’d ever come across. Somewhere near The Matrix sequels and that pair of skinny jeans that had made him look anything but.

49k humor teen and up

Peter Parker's Guide to Secret Identities

coocoocachu

Summary:

“Oh wow, it’s the Human Torch, Johnny Storm.” MJ whispered to Peter. Peter just hummed back. Maybe it was a little childish to be upset but he totally had that thing with the weird mutant moth under control last night. Peter leaned against the wall while MJ milled around talking to people trying to figure out what the big scoop was here. ‘There always has to be a reason for an exclusive, Peter!’ she had said. Yeah, Peter thought, and the reason is Johnny Storm loves the attention. Peter fiddled with his camera. Action shots were more his thing, particularly somehow managing to take action selfies of himself as Spider-Man or a few of his supercharged enemies. Pictures of egotistical superhero’s shirtless? Not really his area.

94k identity reveal, teen and up

[bestducky]

Fragments of Tomorrow

Master Chief x female reader.

Chapter 1

Prologue: Echoes of Home

Summary: (Y/N) has always been drawn to forgotten things — old machines, dusty books, broken relics of a world moving too fast to remember them. Fresh from finishing university classes, she visits a newly opened vintage shop, chasing dreams of building something greater than herself. But among the shelves of the past, she finds something far older — and far more dangerous — than she could have imagined.

Today is supposed to be the first step toward her future. She doesn't know it's also her last day on Earth.

Notes: This is my first ever fanfic, I plan for it to be very long, very slow burn/hurt/comfort, with some unease and bits of horror. (I also post on AO3, with the username: Best_Ducky)

The final lecture of the day dragged on like molasses.

(Y/N) tapped her pen against the edge of her notebook, her gaze drifting toward the half-open windows where warm sunlight spilled lazily across the tiled floor. The slideshow on the projector flickered — equations, diagrams, flowcharts — all blending into a shapeless blur of academic noise.

Almost there.

Just a few more minutes.

The clock above the whiteboard ticked loudly, each second dragging out longer than the last. Around her, the restless energy of the room buzzed; students shifted in their seats, slammed laptops shut a little too loudly, whispered eagerly about weekend plans. Freedom was close.

(Y/N) sighed quietly and pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose with the back of her hand. The smudge of a thumbprint clouded one lens, but she barely noticed. Instead, she dropped her eyes to the margins of her notebook and let her pen wander.

A sketch bloomed there — intricate, half-formed — some kind of device, part machine, part dream. Delicate spirals of wiring, branching circuits, soft hums of imagination she could almost hear if she closed her eyes.

Dreams always started small, didn't they?

When the professor finally waved them off with a tired flick of his wrist, (Y/N) was the first to move. She shoved her notebook and battered laptop into her backpack, ignoring the cascade of pens that spilled out onto the floor. Her steps were light as she hurried down the lecture hall steps, practically skipping out into the open air.

Outside, the campus was alive. The late afternoon sun dipped low, bathing everything in gold — ivy-covered brick buildings, cracked sidewalks, and bustling groups of students laughing and lounging on the grass.

(Y/N) slowed her pace for a moment, breathing it in — this small, ordinary perfection. The scent of fresh-cut grass, the murmur of distant music from someone’s speaker, and the sharp, cold bite of metal as she adjusted the strap on her bag.

Today was supposed to be a celebration.

Today was supposed to be the start of something bigger.

She dug her phone out of her pocket as she crossed the plaza, her thumb hovering over a half-written text she'd been composing between classes:

"Got a new idea. Think this might actually be the big one. Can’t wait to show you."

She smiled faintly at the screen, imagining the way her best friend would roll her eyes but grin anyway — always the first to believe in her, even when she barely believed in herself.

You’re meant for something more, she’d said once, drunk on cheap coffee and late-night hopes. You’re not just another face in the lecture halls. You’re gonna build something real one day.

Maybe she was right.

Maybe today was the first step.

Without letting herself overthink it, (Y/N) hit send and tucked the phone back into her pocket, heart lighter than it had been in months.

Her apartment sat just off campus, squeezed above an old laundromat that had long since given up pretending to work. The walk there was familiar — cracked sidewalks, peeling posters for bands she'd never seen, the comforting scent of street food vendors setting up for the evening rush.

She loved this city. Not because it was perfect — it wasn't — but because it was alive. Messy, stubborn, hopeful.

Like her.

She was halfway home when a new sight caught her eye: A narrow little storefront she'd never noticed before, tucked between a boarded-up video rental and a tattoo shop. The sign above the door swung lazily in the breeze, faded letters spelling out:

"Yesterday’s Treasures."

Something about it tugged at her — a whisper at the back of her mind, a strange pull she couldn’t explain.

Curious, she crossed the street.

The little brass bell above the door jingled as she stepped inside.

A wave of warm, dusty air wrapped around her, thick with the scent of old paper, rusted metal, forgotten things. The place was a chaos of shelves and piles — cracked radios, tarnished camera lenses, ancient arcade boards leaning against battered furniture.

It was perfect.

The man behind the counter looked up with a tired but genuine smile. His hair was wild and white, his apron stained with oil and old paint.

"New face," he said, voice rough with years but kind.

"New shop," (Y/N) replied, offering a grin.

He chuckled and waved a hand at the towering shelves. "Go ahead. You might find something worth saving."

(Y/N) slipped between the aisles, her fingers brushing over relics of another era — a cracked Game Boy screen, a rusted typewriter ribbon, a battered Polaroid camera whose lens winked lazily at her.

Everything in here had a story.

Maybe she could find hers too.

For a moment, the world outside melted away — the pressure of exams, the endless lectures, the gnawing fear that maybe she'd never be enough.

Here, among the ghosts of forgotten inventions, she felt something rare and fierce rise in her chest:

Hope.

She was admiring the faded keys of an old mechanical keyboard when she heard the shop owner muttering behind the counter.

"...junk. Should've thrown this out ages ago."

Curious, she turned and caught sight of him dragging something heavy from beneath a workbench — a battered metal box about the size of a small backpack, thick cables coiling out the back like vines. It looked old. Older than anything else in the shop.

But parts of it... Parts of it looked wrong.

The metal was too smooth. The wiring was too intricate. There were no brand marks, no serial numbers — just smooth panels and faint, unreadable symbols scorched into one side.

"What’s that?" she asked, stepping closer.

The man snorted. "No idea. Picked it up at an estate sale. Half the junk there looked like it came from Area 51." He shrugged. "Thing doesn’t even power on. Probably just a glorified paperweight."

He made to toss it toward a garbage bin near the door, but (Y/N) moved without thinking.

"I’ll take it."

The owner paused, eyebrow raised. "This old thing?"

She nodded, heart pounding with a spark she couldn’t quite explain. "Yeah. I like a challenge."

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Five bucks. If you can make anything outta that, kid, you deserve a medal."

She handed over a crumpled bill, grinning widely as he slid the machine across the counter toward her.

It was heavier than it looked — almost humming faintly under her hands.

She hugged it against her chest, imagining late nights with a soldering iron, her best friend’s teasing laughter, the quiet triumph of coaxing life out of broken things.

Already imagining the future.

The sun had dipped low by the time (Y/N) trudged up the narrow stairs to her apartment, cradling her prize like a sacred relic.

Inside, the familiar clutter of her life greeted her — stacks of textbooks, piles of soldering wires, tiny robots with blinking LED eyes, and half-finished mechanical projects littering every surface.

She loved this mess. It was hers.

She kicked off her shoes, dropped her backpack carelessly onto the couch, and carried the strange machine reverently to her worktable by the window. The last light of the sun caught the metal casing, scattering fractured reflections across the walls like shattered stars. (Y/N) pulled her glasses off briefly, wiping the smudge from earlier onto her sleeve, then perched them carefully back on her nose. She tugged her sleeves back, rolling them neatly to her elbows.

"Alright," she whispered to the machine, setting out her tools with a sense of ceremony. "Let’s see what secrets you're hiding."

The hours slipped away unnoticed.

Circuits, screws, cracked lenses — she dismantled and studied each piece with practiced hands, losing herself in the familiar rhythm of discovery.

But something about this machine was... different. Some components were almost organic — crystalline filaments that pulsed faintly under her fingertips, cables that felt more like tendons than wires.

Every so often, she thought she heard it breathing. Soft. Faint. Almost imagined.

Static brushed across her skin like a whispered warning.

Still, she worked, undeterred — driven by a fierce, gnawing hunger to understand, to connect.

She wiped sweat from her forehead, smearing a faint dark streak across her glasses. She pushed them up absently, ignoring the chill now settling into the room.

Just a little more.

Just one more adjustment.

The machine shuddered under her fingers.

The overhead lightbulb popped with a sharp crack, plunging the room into flickering half-light.

I should probably stop.

I didn’t.

I was too close to something.

[zplinterz]

you know how some famous people have fandoms and within those fandoms some creators become extremely popular to the point where the famous person notices them? like how editors have "name noticed x2" in their bios??

yeah. that with dirk and alpha dave. dirk would use his actual name and images, starting out editing himself from the only clips of him online + images and videos he posted on his main social media. he would claim to be "dirks #1 fan" and would have one of those stupid "dirkslefttoenail" usernames. it would start out as a joke just between him and roxy, to make fun of all of his brothers fan accounts, but then he blows up and people within the fandom begin to mention him not even on their account but on clips of him from interviews saying "i can already hear dirks big fat ass running to make an edit with this" or other stupid shit like that.

as he gets bigger, he starts to make mutuals and realizes how much he really likes being in this fandom. he gets to rant for hours about his special interest (his brother) and no one thinks its weird because theyre just as obsessed as he is. he begins to edit his brother too, beginning to take his editing more seriously and have fun with it. as he realizes no one knows he actually dirk strider, he slowly begins editing his brother in a more *suggestive* way and interacting with content he previously just added to favorites. he would comment stupid shit like "raw. next question" and instead of criticized for the obvious incest, he would be encouraged, with his mutuals saying stuff like "knew id find you here" and others agreeing with him.

he still edits himself and presents himself as a dirk fan account, because hes a little shit who loves the compliments. but his main focus is on dave. he spreads out and creates more socials, probably has a tumblr and ao3 where he reads and writes shitty dave x reader smuts. he begins posting 'scenepacks' and 'dave strider being my favorite celebrity for insert amount of time' videos and before he knows it. hes getting a notification from his tiktok that dave fucking strider has liked his video.

he changes his bio to "dave noticed x1" on instinct and starts fanboying at first. but holy shit. his brother saw an edit he made of him. and not just any edit but like probably one of his suggestive ones too.

and daves just chill and asking dirk what he wants for dinner and muttering to himself about stupid people at work and all that shit. cause he dont know dirk made that. he was just chilling and giggling to himself at all the 13 year old girls thirsting over him. he probably thinks dirk doesn't even know dave has a fandom.

anyways, "dirkslefttoenail" becomes "strideramp" or something like that.. and he has like 50k followers or some shit like that. his "dave noticed x1" changes to "dave noticed x8" as dave keeps liking and even commenting once (probably on a dirk edit, saying something like "holy shit little man actually has fangirls") dirk tries to calm down and just settle in the routine like other editors do, but its harder because thats his brother. they dont have to go and eat dinner with the guy after he reads about all the nasty thing they want him to do to them.

roxy still has dirks account and has been messaging him this entire time like "heyy i donr think this is a joke anmyoree?? do u actually leik, like like him??" and she teases him for it but probably wouldnt care enough to be like 'thats really gross dirk, you should not like him like that hes your brother' but only because shes been surrounded by smutty books her entire life and probably has been reading wattpadd fanfiction with this exact scenario since she was 12

( i would like to note, after dirk blows up, there would probably be a ton of new accounts obsessing over dirk. dirk would have a secret folder of all his favorite edits of him because he is a little shit who is way to inlove with himself. )

[self-indulgent-paw-patrol]

🎄🌟 Secret Pup 2024 🐾🎁

HO HO HO PUPS AND PEOPLE

Christmas is now around the corner (says the artist who didn't finish the Halloween requests yet lol), so why not celebrate between the Paw Patrol fandom too? And while at it, make sure to join the Paw Patrol Community here on Tumblr, if you haven't yet!!

For this Christmas project, I ran some ideas with @cottoncandyswirl828 and now we bring to you the Secret Pup 2024, our own version for an online Secret Santa!

Read more for the details and links to join the Secret Pup 2024 and the Paw Patrol Community!!

How does it work?

First, no physical gifts are needed. We won't be sending physical goodies to each others - internet safety and all, don't go around sharing addresses or whatever!

Only "Digital" gifts allowed. There are many ways we can do that, the most common are fanarts, but it doesn't need to be necessarily that! You can work some short story, or a poem, some screenshot edits, a fancam (is that how those short videos are called?) or maybe even gift a Paw Patrol game on Steam for your Secret Pup 😂 (in the case someone wants to give a Steam gift, I'll go collecting the Steam usernames from everyone participating so no one will know who got who anyway). There are several possibilities!! Just try to give your best on what you do and it'll be alright!!!

To join the fun-filled gift sharing party, you just need to answer and submit to the forms below and that's it. Leave your DMs open!!! I'll be drawing the usernames and DMing you on who's your Secret Pup on November 30th, so you'll have a little over one month to work on your idea for your Secret Pup.

DON'T PUBLISH YOUR GIFTS UNTIL THE DUE DATE!!! We'll publish everything on January 5th, after we're all done with being busy about Christmas and New Year celebrations XD That'll be a very nice way to start our new year, don't you think?

Hope you guys like this idea and will join us!!! See you there!!!

Google Forms to join the Secret Pup 2024:

[kendricklamine]

KENDRICKLAMINE’S MF PROTOCOLS

If you new to my page then welcome, my name is Adri or if you just like to say my username then that’s fine too

If you want to know why that’s my username, it’s simple: I love Kendrick Lamar and Aminé. Two rappers that I love dearly to my heart

But that’s enough with the username talk, you here for the writings. Well lemme go ahead and make this number one thing clear: i ONLY write for BLACK FEM READERS. I might go out of my way and write for black male readers but THATS IT. I only know how to write for my people plus there’s a lack of writing for my people anyway. If you have a problem with it, feel free to block me and go your own merry way to the content you seek just DONT be in my DMs and asks trying to request otherwise

I am 20 and got the imagination of a Victorian man whenever I see a picture of damson idris so I will post adult content. So please if you are under the age of 18, don’t come to my account. I will block any minors that try to engage with my content. There are plenty of minor welcome accounts that probably write the content that you want but sadly I am not (as of rn, probably might make a minor welcomed account in the future though)

I write fanfics of famous characters, I write stories with certain celebrities in mind, I write stories that INVOLVE celebrities. I even write stories of characters I made up and put a celebrity face to that character. If you like any of these, feel free to stay tuned to anything I write. If it doesn’t interest you, I’m sorry but maybe someone out there will write content that you are looking for.

My anons are open and ready to talk about writing,characters,shows or movies that I’ve seen, or music artists that we both like! I will not tolerate hate speech or slurs towards me as it’s just tumblr at the end of the day and crying and calling me an offensive term because I will not write grace from the sinners or a fic based off of a Taylor swift song is wild and you must seek a form of therapy! ^_^

I will let it be known right now: I don’t write for Chris brown no thank you. I don’t write about anything slave related, cnc related, minors related. I will write black fem reader x other races but i WILL NOT make it a fetish thing cause some of yall writers get real weird whenever it comes to things like that.

In the future I might get some tags set up but as of rn, I don’t have any.

Any of yall still here? Good

NOW LETS GET TO THE WRITING BOARD

General masterlist

[riacte]

im soooooo emotion over dearly beloathed. it is so good as an epistolary work, and i genuinely feel like that format/style/genre worked really well for the story, it let us know the characters through how they portray themselves to others and who they are to different people/groups. i also loved how my understanding of Freth grew naturally over the course of reading it, I didn't notice until i was like "oh yeah that's just the culture there. ofc they'd do something like that" because it was so fluid and seamless.

every twist was well set up and just. it was crack-y and comedic, but those only made the emotional parts hit harder????

anyways. favorite random character/not main one. go! (i choose herohqphobic) also was there any like. reference or small thing (maybe characters who had different usernames across platforms or something?) that you loved and nobody seemed to notice?

i want to know. this is my new blorbo. entire fucking thing

Hii thank you for reading 🥺🙏

I could genuinely go on and on about Freth as a city because it's based after where I was raised, Hong Kong. The superhero genre is most commonly associated with American comics. It feels like their cities are either in USA or USA-inspired. To me there's subconsciously an inherent USA vibe even if that's not the actual case. I felt the pull myself before going, hold on, I live in a city, it's a pretty significant city, and theoretically superheroes can exist anywhere.

I'm of course biased on this but Hong Kong is an interesting city with interesting implications if you use it for a setting. And especially because it naturally seems so "cyberpunk". Densely populated, gives off the impression of being highly urbanised, but 70% of the land is not developed. Has a natural harbour, next to the sea, at the mouth of a river, but is hilly and full of scenic spots. Well developed public transport system (if the rail goes down for half an hour it gets on the news). The city with the most skyscrapers in the world, has one of the world's highest life expectancy (I'm still confused by this lol), ranked 4 in HDI for 2022 (also confused by this 💀 like we're above Denmark and Sweden?).

[Night view of Victoria Harbour, Hong Kong Tourism Board]

I wanted Freth to be busy, hectic, fast-paced, rich, technologically savvy. A glittering city with heroes for celebrities. Freth is an important port which is why the heroes fight so hard to protect its infrastructure for the ~economy~. But then the government decides the heroes are getting too powerful and culls the herd.

Anyways. I love all the random characters. Flora balefires_thighs had quite the arc pivoting from Tach anti to Tach fan (and is still bitchless, rip), but I have to go with arcussy because I love that name 😭😭😭 like Arucs is their babygirl meow meow grown adult son who cheated and got "cancelled" etc but it's fine ❤️ they still love his annoying ass ❤️

Small thing that didn't get picked up on! The location names! I based a lot of those on existing places in Hong Kong— Triple Shark Territory (Tsim Sha Tsui), Cannon Hill (Fortress Hill), Crossway (Causeway Bay), etc. Lots of these names have animals in them, like Dolphin Bay and Starlingfield, and these are based after real species that can be found in HK— except for one. Ravenwood. I don't think ravens exist in Hong Kong, making it fitting for an underground human experimentation lab. I don't expect anyone to know this though, it's more of a fun niche trivia for myself.

I don't know if this is obvious or not, but Cora has a crush on Archie. And Reina likes Cora while Lyra and Ben are doing their whole situationship thing. The consequences of crushing on your best friend.

Final note: the four main characters spell out Blue Bats. Blue for civilian names (Ben, Lyra, Uma, Ethan (he chooses this eventually)), and Bats for (future) hero names (Balefire, A??, Tachythanatous, S??). The year is also 827 because Aug 27 is when the MCC9 teams dropped lol. 🤡

Thank you so much for reading, glad you enjoyed it! <3 <3

[w2soneshots]

Easter -W2S

warnings: none!

summary: your instagram posts through April, your daughters birthday and Easter.

notes: happy Easter to everyone who celebrates!!🐰 I love doing these little smau’s for each holiday, enjoy girlies😚🫶🏼 (also I apologise for not posting it’s been a busy few weeks with a holiday and my birthday!)

Liked by tobjizzle, taliamar and others

y/username: spring has sprung!🌷✨🪿

-comments-

wroetoshaw: lovely jubilee

-> y/username: exactly my thoughts

faithlouisak: cutest little family ever😊

y/nfanpage21: oh this is ADORABLE

user: it finally not being cold just makes me want to live, laugh, love again💅

y/username posted a new story!

y/username posted a new story!

Liked by zerkaa, faithlouisak and others

y/username: my girl turned two! time has gone a little too fast, I know it's cliche, but it truly feels like she was born yesterday. happy birthday to the best daughter and big sister I could've ever asked for🥹💕

-comments-

wroetoshaw: 🎉

shannonlangdon: how cuteee! happiest birthday wishes

y/nfanpage21: SHE'S TWO ALREADY?!😅

user: the little ballet outfit🩰

y/username posted a new story!

y/username posted a new story!

y/username posted a new story!

Liked by ksi, wroetoshaw and others

y/username: Happy Easter everyone!🐣🤍

-comments-

mollymae: gorgeous pics, hope you had the best day🥹

-> y/username: we so did, definitely one of my new favourite holidays now that I have babies to feel the magic through💓

taliamar: I can't COPEEE😫🫶🏼

y/nfanpage21: the bunny ears!! instant baby fever.

user: every photo she posts of Harry I can just imagine the "smile at the camera!" to which he's not pleased but always does it anyway😭

y/username posted a new story!

y/username posted a new story!

[orii-blogs-stuff]

More stuff about the Demigod au

So the Demigods go to their own school that is called Divine academy (thanks @insert-clever-username-1133 for the idea!) and it takes up hald of the Sov while the Royal academy takes up the other half as shown bellow:

the map shows the duchy dorms and the Godly dorms in their duchy/godly colour, how do the godly dorms work? Say for example your parent is Angriff, God of war, since he's a subordinate of Lidenschaft, the demigod will go to the Leidenschaft/blue dorm. The Red dorm on the outer edge is Geduldh's dorm and that's where all the student's who's parents who aren't subordinates of the supreme couple or the Eternal five (well, four in this case) such as childen of apprentice gods or even Chaocipher.

The schools are connected at the large circle where the garden of beginings are (and a long corridor) where Nobles could get their schtappes and demigods could go talk to Erwaermen to get news from their godly parents, bet the tree gets lonely, so now he gets to talk to a bunch of students~ Aren't I so nice? :)

There are 2 aus I'm imagine:

Nobles fogot demigods exist and due to magic and the hall that connects the two sides of the schools get sealed up, only the connection to the garden of beginings remain but nobles and demigods dont go through the other's eist, also Nobles can't see pass the blue line cuz there's this heavy fog but the Demigods could see just fine

Demigods and Nobles co-exist and know of eachothers existance, and while plenty of nobles look down on the demigods for their commoner background, lines of communication are still open between the two groups and there's no heavy fog stopping the nobles from seeing the demigod side or any wall from stopping them from mingling

For the sake of this post, let's go with the second option where demigods are remembered.

The Leidenschaft and Dunkelfelger's dorms are very close so they have ditter atleast thrice a week (Where Leidenschaft dorm wins almost every single ditter).

The Cuococalura kids (and kids of Cuococalura's apprentices) all get together to make breakfast, lunch and dinner for all the Godly dorms.

Kunstzeal and Vulcanift (plus apprentice) kids are in charge of the decorations

and those whose parents are responcable for harvest and hunting and blooms and stuff grow the food or hunt feybeasts for the meals.

Demigod-nobles, who's mortal parents are nobles are expected to finish their studies as fast as possible and then spend atleast 2 days a week on the demigod side of the RA/DA.

Also, while plenty of nobles look down on the demigods for their commoner origins, plenty more nobles order their children to make demigod connects or to even marry a demigod because of their high mana capacity and high attributes and bits of their godly powers shine through in the next generation.

E.g. A Drewanchel archnoble or archduke candidate might be told to woo a child of Mestionora or those of Dunkelfelger might try their luck with someone from the Leidenschaft dorm or a child of Leidenschaft even.

Imagine Rozemyne, who isn't a demigod but people think she's a demigod anyways cuz of her uncanny resemblence to Mestionora and her love for books ends up in the DA: Rozemyne: I don't think I should be here... I'm in the wrong place.. Student: Nonsense! You're at the right place! Rozemyne: I'm really not- Student: hushes her shhh... It's ok... It can be very hard being away from your parents firstie... Would you like to read the book from our library? Rozemyne: Remembering how sylvester said she can't go to the library until everyone passes Nevermind! I'm in the right place! I'd love to read!

Also, fun little snippit between a Dunkelfelger Archnoble and their Child of Angriff Fiance:

DA: What should we do for our wedding? CAF: Well we must have a celebratory ditter to celebrate our engagement DA: Ofcourse Dear CAF: And our pre-marriage because it's commoner custom to celebrate becoming married by having a bachelor party with our friends and what better party than a ditter? DA: Couldn't have said it better! CAF: Then we shall have an after marriage ditter where all the guest will participate DA: Lovely idea~! Shall we have a honeymoon ditter? CAF: But ofcourse! But first, we must have a pre-honeymoon ditter so we could come to a decision on where to spend our honeymoon! DA: Swooning marry me already! CAF: Not before our engagement celebration ditter or our pre-marriage ditter!

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Get to Know Me 2.0

A quick note: I’m redoing my introduction post because I decided to make this account exclusively The Walking Dead related. I forgot to explain this in my original post, but this account is my “secondary blog,” and it doesn’t always let me interact with other creators. If you ever see a notification from @bees-library3, that’s still me. I’ve just turned my “primary blog” into a multi-fandom account. Hence, the username change.

Intro

Bee (she/her), I used to be a fantasy writer, and I had a public writing account on instagram. I’ve since deleted it and temporarily given up on writing. I went almost five years without writing creatively. Recently, I have fallen back in love with writing, and I’ve been mainly focusing on fanfiction. I exclusively write for The Walking Dead on this account. If you’re interested in how I write for other fandoms, check out my other blog @bees-library3. Anyway, I plan on mainly posting Daryl Dixon works, so follow me if you’re into that. I might write for other twd characters, but I’m not sure yet. At the moment, I only write one-shots. I do have an account on Ao3, but it’s new, and I’m still trying to figure out how to navigate it. 

About Me

I am a student and I am majoring in human services. I am always down to chat and talk about various things. If you can’t tell by my major, I love talking to and helping people. Don’t hesitate to reach out. 

Please send me requests, and I will do my best to write something that y’all like. I only write female reader stories because that is what I am most familiar with. In the future, this may change. 

The fantasy writer in me loves angst and writing graphic/depressing shit, so expect that. I do sometimes like writing fluff, though!!

I’m chronically ill and struggle with my mental health, so there will be times when I will be slow to post. Please be patient with me <3

Since I’m still getting back in the swing of writing, my work is not going to be perfect, but I’m hoping it will improve over time.

Interests

Media - The Walking Dead, The Bear (I’m only on season 2), Shameless, The Punisher, other Marvel content, and Criminal Minds

Characters - Daryl Dixon, Negan Smith, Rick Grimes, Mikey Berzatto, Richie Jermovich, Frank Castle, and Bucky Barnes

Music - Pearl Jam, Temple of the Dog, Soundgarden, Sublime, Hole, Creed, Alice in Chains, and Nine Inch Nails

Celebrities - Norman Reedus, Jon Bernthal, Jeffery Dean Morgan, Matthew Gray Gubler, and Sebastian Stan

Credits for most of my banners and dividers: @cursed-carmine

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Tag A Song For Each Letter of Your Username

I was tagged by the lovely @letsby 🩷 Thanks, babe!

This is a super fun premise. I love any opportunity to share and discover music. Plus, this is a great first Tag Game, to celebrate the opening of this new Blog! 🥳 Anyway, this was a really fun Playlist to put together. It was also enjoyably challenging to find songs from my listening library, for some of the letters ☺️ I hope you like it, and perhaps find some music to enjoy!

With how long my username is, I contemplated making this group of songs into an easily accessible Playlist, as I myself like listening to independently curated song mixes, from time to time. But I wasn't sure which music streaming platform would be best to create it on. But if that's something you would be interested in, let me know! 💖

H — Haunted House by Florence + The Machine

E — Eyes on Fire by Blue Foundation

A — Alone by Halsey

R — Red Wine Supernova by Chappell Roan

T — Trap Door by Stars

(-) Bonus Song — Genghis Khan by Mike Snow

L — Lonely Vampire by Weathers

I — Indiana by Magic City Hippies

K — Killer by Valerie Broussard

E — Easier by Mansionair

(-) Bonus Song — Sleepover by Hayley Kiyoko

A — All on My Mind by Anderson East

(-) Bonus Song — two by bbno$

H — Heat Waves (Stripped Back) by Glass Animals

A — Addicted To Love by Skylar Grey

U — Unknown / Nth by Hozier

N — Never Be Like You by Flume and Kai

T — The Masochism Tango by Tom Lehrer

E — Everything and Nothing by The Boom Circuits

D — Death of Me by Brandon Jenner

(-) Bonus Song — Darlin’ by Goodbye June

H — Hook, Line & Sinker by Royal Blood

O — One Way Or Another by Until the Ribbon Breaks

U — Unstoppable by The Calling

S — Sex With A Ghost by Teddy Hyde

E — Empty Pack Of Cigarettes by Joseph Angel

I Tag: @londoncapsule @pedrospascaled @risingphoenix761 @genevievedarcygranger @amethyst-dreams-and-candy-canes (Or anymore who is interested in doing this tag ☺️)

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My Clara Rewatch, Episode 1: Asylum of the Daleks

I'm going to ignore the silliness in this episode in favour of focusing on Oswin. Fabulous Oswin.

(But for one second, can I just say about how truly silly it is that the Daleks have a parliament? They're Daleks, they have nothing resembling a democracy. Are we supposed to believe they held a Dalek election? And why do they have an asylum when they exterminate anyone, including other Daleks, who show the slightest sign of imperfection by their standards?)

Anyway...

(Also I hate that Amy and Rory have this divorce plot offscreen, and the minisodes don't count. Springing this on us and then resolving it in one single episode was unnecessary. I love getting to watch Amy prove her love for Rory, but we've had plenty of that in s6 and s7a to come.)

Okay now to the good stuff: Oswin.

"Day 363. The terror continues."

Oswin has been on a Dalek planet for nearly a year and is still holding strong. It really speaks to the strength of her character. (Especially when you know...)

I love that Oswin is boarding up her little hiding hole with planks of wood, as if those will keep out Daleks. Bless.

We're first introduced to Oswin with the song "Habanera" from Carmen, the opera. Now I'm no opera connoisseur so I'm pulling from wikipedia here, like a proper English major: "It is set in southern Spain and tells the story of the downfall of Don José, a naïve soldier who is seduced by the wiles of the fiery gypsy Carmen. José abandons his childhood sweetheart and deserts from his military duties, yet loses Carmen's love to the glamorous torero Escamillo, after which José kills her in a jealous rage. The depictions of proletarian life, immorality, and lawlessness, and the tragic death of the main character on stage, broke new ground in French opera and were highly controversial."

I don't want to stretch too hard, but I think there are some obvious parallels to Clara's story in there, intentional or not. But I do think there's something to be said about how Oswin is dressed in that bright red and at one point has a red rose in her hair (oh hey the inspiration for my username!) in that classic spanish tango style. Maybe that was intentional. I mean, Eleven does call her Carmen at one point.

If Clara were on GBBO, she'd lose in the first round.

But is it not absolutely precious that she finds a way to spin everything in a positive light? "Made another soufflé... very nearly." That wasn't even close, my dear. "They came again last night. Still always at night. Maybe they're vampires." She finds a way to turn the trauma of her life, barricading herself from the universe's most deadly killing machines, into a little fantasy (a fantasy within a fantasy, you might say). "Happy birthday, mum. I did make you a soufflé, but it was too beautiful to live." Does it need saying?

The connection to her mom is already being established. Is Oswin's mother still alive, and this version of Clara got to have more time with her? Or did she lose her mother young, too, and is celebrating her birthday as one other way to stay connected to her humanity, her home?

Anyway, she sleeps in a hammock like a pirate. Hot. (And Oswin, like Prime Clara, likes to wear rings. Details.)

Carmen. Oswin. Roses.

I think this is the first time we hear the start of Clara's theme.

"I know a Dalek when I hear one, yeah." So Oswin Oswald, junior entertainment officer of the starship Alaska, has encountered Daleks before. She's seen things, she's done things. Even if this is her first trip out on this starship, somehow she's encountered Daleks. That's pretty cool. Why has Big Finish never done a story about Oswin? Get on that, BF. Phone Jenna.

There's a flavour of Everything Everywhere All at Once with this intro to Clara, this idea of what other versions of yourself would have done in different lives, with different choices and opportunities. Prime Clara was an unofficial nanny who always dreamed of travelling, and then became an English teacher while getting to travel the universe with the Doctor. Oswin became an entertainment officer on a starship, in order to travel the universe. Victorian Clara was both a barmaid and a governess, and immediately jumped at the chance to travel with the Doctor. Common threads between our Claras are very obvious: she's a people-pleaser, she likes to take care of others and make them happy, and she wants to see the world, the universe.

(Tangent: Is "Oswin Oswald" her full name from birth? Or was she also a Clara Oswin Oswald who ditched the "Clara" and started going by her middle name?)

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DOCTOR: How can you hack into everything? It should be impossible. You're in a crashed ship! OSWIN: Long story. Is there a word for total screaming genius that sounds modest and a tiny bit sexy? DOCTOR: Doctor. You can call me the Doctor. OSWIN: I see what you did there.

The shameless Doctor/Clara flirting has officially started.

Side note, I love how Oswin's hacking genius is explained in The Bells of Saint John soon after this. It's not just Oswin being an entertainment officer who also just happens to be a tech genius. There's a specific plot reason for it, and now I wonder if Victorian Clara ever demonstrated any uncanny abilities with early technology...

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Oswin saving Rory and interacting with the Ponds is very important to me, seeing as they're my three favourite companions of the show. (Plus, the fact that she flirts with Rory shows she has good taste. That said, if she had flirted with Amy I think the fandom would have combusted on the spot. Speaking for myself, at least.)

Now I totally hate the "I was going through a phase" line because come on we're past the point of describing bisexuality as a phase but thankfully they later fixed this, to some extent, by making it hard canon that Clara is bisexual and identifies as such.

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Unrelated to Clara, but I adore how when Amy is hallucinating the people-Daleks, she hears a jazzy version of "Together or Not at All". Murray Gold strikes again with the genius.

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OSWIN: Do you know how you make someone into a Dalek? Subtract love, add anger. Doesn't she seem a bit too angry to you? AMY: Well, somebody's never been to Scotland.

Aside from how funny I find this exchange, I just love how the one emotion we definitely haven't seen Oswin express the entire time is anger. She's shown us plenty of other regular emotions (and in fact, love–when talking about her mother) but we haven't seen a shred of anger from her.

Which is really important for what comes next... the big reveal that Oswin has been fully converted–at least physically–into a Dalek.

Part of me wishes she hadn't been converted. Imagine if we'd gotten Oswin escaping with Amy, Rory, and the Doctor? I would've had my three favourite companions (at least, a version of Clara) interacting as a trio. She could've stuck around for a few episodes before dying in time for the exit of the Ponds and the intro of Victorian Clara. I would've loved to see Jenna play off Karen and Arthur face to face.

But I have to come back to the fact that it's so perfectly set up. Right off the bat, Oswin's situation doesn't make sense. The lone survivor of the Daleks, alone for a whole year, baricading herself from them with planks of wood and surviving off soufflés that aren't edible and we never see her eating them, with ingredients she doesn't have. Every time we see her interact with the Doctor, it's through a very Dalek-like lens:

And of course, we can write that off the whole episode as this just being Dalek technology so of course it looks Dalek-like. But after the reveal, you realize that of course, this is her actual POV.

And most importantly, we need the Doctor to never know what Oswin looks like so that Victorian Clara's death, her repeating the iconic line, and the Doctor finding out her middle name all create that big gut punch moment for him. We as the audience know both characters are played by Jenna Coleman, but the Doctor isn't supposed to know. And when I do the next Clara episode I have a whole thing about why this is so important.

This just about breaks my heart. She finally sees the Doctor has arrived and she immediately runs to pack her suitcase. She's so committed to her self-imposed delusion that she still, to this moment, believes she's about to escape.

"Rescue me chin boy and show me the stars."

It's absolutely heartbreaking hearing her say "I'm hu–" and hearing the Dalek voice finish "–man". Genius, though. And then you hear a Dalek cry for the first time ever and it's so incredibly unsettling because they're the embodiment of evil, of hate, and crying is not Dalek. Sadness and heartbreak are not Dalek.

Oswin has been depicted as the exact opposite of Dalek. When she starts crying, it's the one time she says "exterminate", when she lets it in for the first time, and it's because she's angry about what they did to her. She spent a whole year hiding from the truth of the unbelievable trauma she's been put through, partly because it's too much to deal with, but also because if she lets herself face it she will feel that anger, and they'll start to win over her mind. Oswin lives in delusion to protect herself and her humanity.

"Eggs... stir... minate..." isn't just a fun twist. She turned "exterminate" into something as harmless as a soufflé recipe. Oswin took the one word Daleks use the most, the one that, on Doctor Who, is the epitome of evil, and turned it into something human, something positive, something creative (even if she sucked at it) and that she associated with the love for her mother.

Oswin spent a whole year fighting a full Dalek conversion, while the rest of her crew couldn't fight off a partial one, and she refused to let them turn her into a killer. The pure strength of her will is incredible.

I just adore these shots of Oswin crying, finally accepting the truth of what happened to her. Jenna knocked this out of the park.

As I said, crying is not Dalek.

And then she decides that no, she won't let in the anger, she won't let them win, ever. She'll save the Doctor, the biggest enemy of the Daleks, and die as Oswin, a human.

Then she says her iconic line, "Run you clever boy, and remember." She breaks the fourth wall which, correct me if I'm wrong, is the first time it's happened on the show, until Twelve comes in to make that one of his rare quirks.

That's my girl.