#ghost slander tag

[angelsarewatching]

me shitposting: hmmm... wouldn't it legit be SO funny if ghosts dad was the cause of the zombie outbreak. in operation deadbolt. like imagine him realizing that He did that, and now His son, suffered the consequences of His actions. it was originally supposed to be a lighthearted family fic of reunited / better parenting / well hes trying / he don't bite "YES HE DO" and now it's Angst.

[starry-bi-sky]

i think i'm hilarious -- aka i made blood blossom danny au memes

all of these come from my DpxDC prompt "i am pushing the batdad agenda--" and it's corresponding additions in the reblogs ksdjlf.

i am. rotating them in my head. forever and always. personally i think there should be more batdad aus in dpxdc, their dynamic could be neat. :)

[mackthecheese]

Favorite fictional ship, and reasons?

(Oops I accidentally saved this as a draft instead of posting :/)

Two answers here because one of them is rather bizarre and not well know.

Valerie Gray and Danny Fenton from (you guessed it) Danny Phantom. Canon did Valerie SO DIRTY and I am so upset by that. Danny and Valerie have such an incredibly interesting dynamic with them mutually pining as humans, but Valerie generally HATES Danny as a ghost (she doesn’t know they’re the same person for most of canon). As canon progresses, she becomes more and more willing to collaborate with Phantom and even comes to a sort of understanding with him.

BAM CRASH WOAH HEY CANON WHAT ARE YOU DOING????

They broke up so Danny could get with his ultrarecyclovegetarian goth girlfriend. Maybe I’m biased because I just don’t like Sam as a character, but I really don’t think Danny and Sam work well as an item. Like at all. She’s not even that great of a friend to him, let alone a lover. Canon just tossed Valerie aside for no reason (no story-relevant reason anyway, but given Butch Hartman’s reputation with hating minorities, you can probably safely assume he couldn’t stand having his precious white main character get with a black girl for more than a season).

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Now. Hear me out here when I say DJ Octavio and Cap’n Cuttlefish from Splatoon.

They were definitely lovers (or at least had some mad mutual pining) pre-Great Turf War. They broke up because of the war and now (now meaning during the events of Splatoon 3) they’re dating again. Old gay men. That’s all.

[punkeropercyjackson]

Hobie and Gwen's Atsv dynamic @ all those Jason and Tim 'caretaker' fics and 'let them be friends!!!' fanarts/hcs,especially ones where Tim's transmasc:

[cosmicdorito]

forgot to post these! I’m hand making a battle jacket but I can’t afford to buy a bunch of patches so I’m just making everything from scratch. Opus Eponymous is on the back panel!

[moongreenlight]

HOUSEKEEPING!

Hi! I’m Seph (she/they). <3

I really only write for Task force 141 at the moment, though I could be persuaded to do something else. If that time ever comes, you’ll be the first to know. For now, we’re just sticking with the TF boys.

Minors do not interact. 18+ account.

If you do not have your age quickly accessible on your account, I will block you!!

I almost 100% of the time write exclusively F!Reader. These fics sometimes contain dark/mature themes that may not be appropriate for every reader. If there are highly sensitive topics being discussed, there will be a TW/CW at the beginning of the story. Be warned that they may not be detailed or tagged correctly. I am not responsible for the media you consume.

Asks are closed right now! <3

MASTERLIST!

Captain John Price

I. Young Housewife Headcanons (nsfw)

II. Young Housewife Headcanons

III. Young Housewife Headcanons (nsfw)

Sass Headcanons (nsfw)

I’m not a baker (nsfw)

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick

Horny bullshit (nsfw)

Money, money, money (drabble)

Like a Virgin (nsfw drabble)

I. Playing House (suggestive drabble) (cbf!)

II. It’s your duty (suggestive drabble) (cbf!)

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish

Bad idea, right? (nsfw drabble)

Hard to get (nsfw drabble)

I. Whispered Prayer

II. The Other Side (nsfw)

Housekeeping! (nsfw drabble)

Dionysus (nsfw drabble)

This angle (suggestive drabble)

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

General Headcanons (nsfw)

Hand Slander (nsfw drabble)

Back of his truck (nsfw drabble)

Dad!Simon horny bullshit (nsfw drabble)

Government hooker (nsfw)

I. Rumors only grow (secret wife)

II. Keeping secrets (secret wife)

Ptolemaea I (CW)

Ode to the bouncer (drabble)

Come over (drabble)

Ghoap x Reader

Missing (CW)

Whole of 141

Pack Mentality (drabble)

Say he likes crazy girls

WIP Wednesday! (ongoing tag)

[euphoricfilter]

“Baby, we need to get dressed so Jinnie can watch you while I go out”

Yoongi

Ddlg/Yandere/mafia

how time has changed you:

pairing: yandere! yoongi x f. reader

genre: fluff || established relationship au || mafia au || yandere au || non-idol au

summary: yoongi liked to spoil you, and had to deal with the consequences when you didn't get your way

tags/ warnings: possibly fluffy, mentions of death and blood, manipulative relationship? (it's toxic, don't settle for a man like this ~ this is only fiction), implied kidnapping, stockholm syndrome and attachment issues, dd/lg themes, temper tantrums and crocodile tears, religious slander?

notes: drabble requests are closed <3

drabble masterlist || main masterlist

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Yoongi had always been very particular about who you stayed with when he had a job to do. Because as much as he hated leaving you alone for days on end, he really had no choice when his job is as unconventional as his is. 

You didn’t have friends, Yoongi had made sure of that. And with no contact with the outside world if it wasn’t on his own terms, really you were only left with the people he chose. 

Only a select few that he let lay their eyes on you, the few he truly trusted, who held delicate loyalty in their blood-stained hands, with clear intentions because Yoongi was far from stupid, and he knew anyone that worked under him could turn their back on him at any given moment. And he refused to let you get between him and their wretched betrayal. 

He'd built an empire from nothing but the ground he now rules over, name like poison to the tongue, a sin to ever utter his existence into the world if you wanted to keep your head.

Because Yoongi was a brutal man, his brothers his only family, blood-relations be damned– he killed them all, bathed his home in blood and started a new family on his own terms. Ones he knew held the same morals as him, didn’t question his sanity or right to rule. 

He’d worked hard to get you where you were today, so he made sure your existence was wiped from the world; a ghost that roamed the halls, existence forgotten like the many others that vanish under his name. 

Only you never had to walk through the gates of hell like the rest of them. Rather, you lived in paradise, everything you ever needed at your beck and call. Yoongi your divine servant that kisses the ground you walk on, worshiping your very existence. 

Because if there were ever to be a god, then you were his goddess. No other deity ever matching your beauty, ever so perfect, and delicate and so very much his to defile and cherish and kiss; devotion fully yours to clasp in soft hands. 

Pretty trinkets and pretty dresses, his home decorated like a life size doll house doused in pinks and whites. Soft blankets and soft rugs, soft toys and soft desires. The prettiest little house for his pretty little dolly. 

Long gone were the days you shouted profanities at him, arms and legs kicking for him to leave you alone, where you’d lock the door to your bedroom and he’d spend hours begging you to come out. Because he hated how your cheeks were blotchy, coated in tears sure to dry your skin. Eyes red and wrists sore from trying to hit your captor. 

Life was simpler now when the two of you were alone. 

“Baby, we need to get dressed so Jinnie can watch you while I go out” 

You bring your knees up to your chest, pitiful little pout tugging at your bottom lip, “No” 

He raises an eyebrow, “No?” 

You boyfriend kneels before you, hands resting on your knees. 

“You just got home, you can’t leave again” 

“I won’t be gone as long this time, I promise” he pleads, hand brushing your hair from your face. 

“Yoongi” you whine, feet kicking against his chest in retaliation. 

He holds your ankles, gentle smile tugging onto his lips, “My good girl, yeah?” he croons, and you nod, “Come on, I’ll help you get dressed” he tugs you closer to him, you back falling against the floor. 

He looms over you, hands planted firmly beside your head, arms flexing under his weight as he leans down to press a kiss to your pouty lips. 

It isnt until he’s tying your shoe laces by the door do you decide to tug once more at his heart strings. A final attempt to get your own way.

“Hey, hey– why’re you crying” he coos, thumb rubbing over your wet cheek, a distressed sob wracking through your body. 

“Don’t wanna go” you tug his hands away from you, “You’re so mean, leaving me by myself” you cry. 

“You’ll have Jinnie, remember?” he soothes, “I’m sure he’ll cook something yummy, and then we can call on the phone tonight, how about that?” 

“No, no, no. no” you huff, hiccup hidden behind hands as you wipe your cheeks with the sleeve of your sweater, “Mean Yoongi, I hate you”

Yoongi wets his bottom lip, frantic as he tries to just hold you. 

“Tonight–” he starts, finally finding a gateway to pull you between his legs, your attempt at pushing him away morphing into the need to hold him close, “I’ll come back tonight, instead of tomorrow” he soothes, hand pulling your face further into his shoulder by the back of your head. Holding you tight enough that if you were to crumble he would be able to pick up the pieces. 

And as much as his brothers liked to point out how much he spoiled you, how you had him clutched in your delicate little hands. He’d much rather you hold onto him like he were the only man in the world as you cry pitiful little crocodile tears, him being the only one that could fix your hurts and soothe your pain. Because anything is better than you cursing his very existence or to wish him dead. 

💕 thank you for reading!! feedback is always encouraged

permanent taglist: @m1sss1mp @supernoonanyc

[killingick]

Green Eyes, White Lies

TW: Mentions of assault, violence, smoking

1947 ʜᴏᴜʀꜱ

ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: —ᴋᴇɪʟᴄᴇ, ᴘᴏʟᴀɴᴅ

ᴅɪꜱᴘᴀᴛᴄʜ ꜱqᴜᴀᴅ(ꜱ): 7, 25

ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱ: ɢʜᴏꜱᴛ (6751), ꜱᴏᴀᴘ (2137), ʀᴇᴀᴘᴇʀ (4371), ʀɪɢɢᴇʀ (5362), ᴇʀʀᴏʀ (6666), ʜᴜɴᴛʀᴇꜱꜱ (3399)

"We should work together more often, it get's boring being in a squad that has everybody occupied and unable to talk. You know with a hacker, rigger and a mercenary." You scoffed watching as Huntress practically ogled over Riley.

You'd hated being around squad 25, more specifically her. She'd obviously had a thing for Ghost and he was well aware of it. Though, he never really gave her the attention she'd wanted, he would tease her every now and then out of boredom and it irritated you.

Private Rigger and Specialist Error weren't as bad to be around, although they'd never really talk since they were both pretty quiet, they would never miss out on slandering Huntress when she'd switched from being soldier to damsel in distress for the day.

"I can see the flag, it's our territory now. Race you to the entrance point?" Soap nudged you with his elbow.

"I mean if you're trying to get shot, sure run right at them. I'll be doing a light jog to catch up with you." Error choked on the water from her flask at this, whilst Rigger smacked a hand over their mouth in shock.

"Your humour's a bit dark for a time like this don't you think?" Huntress butt in, sending a glare your way.

"Dunno love, I mean your boyfriend seems to like it but we're all entitled to our own opinion's—."

"Andddd that's enough humour for the day." Error slapped a hand over your mouth, shooting Huntress an apologetic look on your behalf before dragging you both up ahead and away from the other squad members.

Upon your arrival, you'd all been ID'd by your tags and patted down for wires. Basic procedure just in case someone tried to sneak in or had decided to betray their allies.

You'd reported the files you'd come across to corporate, and they were more than joyful about your success, praising you and your squad endlessly, which put a smile on your face.

The military had already pre-planned an advance into Warsaw; starting far out and gradually sweeping their way in, claiming territory on the way as they progressed. Needing time to plan it, your squad had been informed to lay put until they'd had new orders.

You almost crumbled in delight hearing those words. A night off? With military protection? Not having to worry as heavily about a potential ambush or worse? You did not mind if you fucking did.

You and a batch of other resting soldiers had been located in a building which luckily still had running water but the heating wasn't the greatest. There weren't many bedrooms, leaving the majority of you to sleep on mats scattered about the vacant rooms, whilst everyone ranked sergeant major or higher got the luxury of using the bedrooms, cheeky cunts.

You'd showered, glad to be alleviating yourself from the confines of your uniform. You'd thrown on a black tank top and basketball shorts, a match from the very few clothes you'd brought along with you for this expedition. Slipping a blade into the string of your panties as a just in case, you decided to call it a night after you'd got yourself a drink. The sun was already setting, and Soap had pretty much collapsed after getting out of his uniform alongside other soldiers.

You couldn't help the giddy smile that made it's way onto your face at the thought of this cold drink; your squad had to learn to ration things like food and water, so drinking it in the abundance you were about to put a smile on your face as you practically skipped down the hallway.

Coming across an area which you'd refer to as the kitchen, you took note of the armed officers protecting the rations available for the soldiers staying the night. A precaution, just in case anyone had tried to take more than what they were supposed to.

All these rules really made you homesick. Though you'd lived alone, you'd much enjoyed the freedom that came with it; being a student a few years in at Uni and only recently turning 22 before being forced into immense training for a battle your country was no where near prepared to fight.

Your gymnastics aided through it quite a bit, but nothing could aid the numbing feeling you'd grown accustomed to after being screamed at day in day out, beaten down, bruised, assaulted, until becoming who you are today.

ᴄᴏᴅᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴘᴇʀ: better known as the Grim Reaper. Notorious for the multiple riggings, search and destroys, and other one man missions SHE had completed without the help of a man let alone her so called previous comrades. She was almost as well known as Ghost among the upper ranks, but not quite there yet and she was proud of it.

You'd felt like an example to all the other private ranked females, a symbol that screamed that "YOU CAN DO IT." that this military isn't just a man's playfield, and you fucking loved it.

You trotted back down the hallway, chugging the water as you walked, but being careful not to spill a drop as you sighed in relief from the sensation of it running down your throat.

God snapped when he said 2 Hydrogens and 1 Oxygen made water.

Before you could chuckle at your own joke you were startled by the feeling of someone grabbing your arm and dragging you around the corner. The pursuer pushed you up against the wall, encasing you with his arms pressed against the wall on either side of your head.

Instinctively, you dragged the switchblade from your panties, flipping it out and pressing the blade against your perpetrator's neck.

"Lay a hand on me and I'll end you right here." You paused as you spoke looking up to meet the gaze of your masked comrade. Even outside of uniform he was sexy, and it made your heart twist and turn in ways you'd hated. Alike to yourself he was clad in a black tank top, which revealed his toned, muscular figure, and black joggers. Refusing to take the mask off as always, but that didn't stop you from reading the smirk on his face that reflected in his piercing gaze.

"Stand down Reaper." He mused.

Sighing you flipped the blade away slipping it back to it's original place and crossing your arms over your chest as you met the man's gaze.

"And how may I help you Simon."

"Not the government, not here, you know that." You rolled your eyes. It was mandatory that soldiers either referred to their comrades by their code name or their last name should it be one that's common, making it harder for the enemy to potentially uncover their true identity and threaten them outside of their line of duty.

Given how fond your squad was of one another, you'd all formally introduced yourselves, but swore to keep it hushed to the last name only.

"You really should stop rolling your eyes at me." He cupped your chin lifting your gaze to meet his own.

"Yeah?" You responded in a shocked tone that dripped with sarcasm.

"Yeah." He mocked.

"I just wanted to inform you so you're not as pissed later, our squad may merge with 25's for the next mission—."

And with that your night was ruined.

Your brain had managed to drown out Ghost's voice after that comment. You were too focused on watching whatever essence of your happiness remained dancing away from you before tripping on a land mine and blowing itself up into a million tiny pieces.

"Are you even listening to me?" He pressed snapping you out of your daze.

"Mhm." You swiftly replied and he paused looking down at you before shaking his head and sighing. He dropped his arms back to his side, stuffing his hands into his pocket before turning away and walking off down the corridor.

"Going for a fag, do you want one."

"You know I do." You sighed, jogging to catch up with him.

The two of you sat on the rooftop of the building. Veils of smoke dancing up into the starry night sky from the cancer sticks that rested between your fingers. Ghost would always raise his mask just over his nose when smoking with you. Knowing how he'd felt about showing his face in the army, you'd never glance his way out of respect, but you'd seen the half visible on occasions whenever turning to him for a lighter or accidentally doing so when the two of you talked.

He didn't mind, if it was you at least.

"Why are you so jealous of Huntress." He spoke as he exhaled making you freeze.

"You what."

"You heard me." A silence fell between the two of you as you puffed from the cigar looking off in thought for a moment.

"It's not that I'm jealous of her, she's just rude. Why does it matter." He didn't respond to your remark, ashing out his cigarette and throwing it off the rooftop leaving the two of you in silence.

You'd heard him shuffling as he turned his whole body around to face you. You gave him a quick side glance, letting him know he'd had your attention. His mask now back to covering his face.

"Do you like me soldier?" You paused at the statement. You could feel your heart begin to race as this was just thrown at you.

You didn't feel as though you'd been obvious about your feelings toward him, but he'd still caught on. He was always sharp like that, always catching onto the littlest things that everyone else seemed to skim over.

But you couldn't let him know. It felt sacred in this setting.

Confessing your feelings to your comrade even though you were pretty much a part of the fucking suicide squad, it felt selfish.

"I'm going to bed." You pushed yourself up, wrapping your arms around yourself and walking away.

"Lieutenant." He called out to deaf ears.

A hand grasped itself around your waist, spinning you back around into the warm embrace of your comrade. You could feel your face heat up at the proximity, his toned chest now pressed closely against your own as you looked up to meet his gaze.

"I asked you a question."

"Negative sir..." You mumbled in reply.

"Look me in the eye and repeat that." He cupped your chin, forcing your gaze up to meet his own, and you couldn't help the way your legs practically melted below you, leading you to stumble further into his embrace.

"U-uhm." You hesitantly got out as you broke the gaze you shared.

"Eyes are here." You looked back into his eyes at that statement, teeth sinking into your lower lip before you parted your lips, praying you'd be able to repeat yourself without hesitating as you did a moment prior.

"I-."

"Ghost?"

You pushed yourself out of his embrace, standing upright and straightening out your clothes. Your nervous expression carving into an irritated one as your eyes landed on the wicked witch herself.

Huntress stared between the two of you, chewing on the inside of her cheek in confusion as she lifted her gaze to meet your comrades'.

"Change of plans... we leave in three hours..."

You mentally cursed yourself from missing out on the sleep you'd felt more than entitled to.

"Goodnight Captain." You stumbled your way back over to the fire exit, making your way back into the building, leaving his question unanswered.

As huntress’ voice echoed behind you, you could feel his gaze burning into you as the door swung shut.

[bringthekaos]

Very important question: do you have any Jayvik playlists or songs that you think resonate pure Jayvik angst or longing? I need them for science

Ooooo yes very important question indeed!!

Allow me to share my JayVik playlist here as well (I previously had it buried in the notes of Pulse of the Machine 🤦)

But specifically the angsty/longing ones in this list that I play over and over when I want the music to hurt me… (don’t judge my taste, I’m a recovering 00s emo kid ok?)

Drown by Boy In Space. Extremely Viktor coded.

Just Pretend by Bad Omens. Good one for Jayce’s habit of “hide the pain behind that pretty smile.”

Hurts Sometimes by SLANDER. Works from either of their perspectives, post divorce.

Legacy by Said The Sky. Honestly I’m not convinced this wasn’t written about them. I tried to love you endlessly, give you everything. We went recklessly down in history. How did enemies come from chemistry? At least you and me left a legacy. Like helloo???

Emotion Sickness by Said The Sky (they make a lot of JayVik compatible songs ok). This one is so perfect for a Viktor who’s longing for Jayce, but is sick of it—hates the emotions but is addicted to them. Oof, it just hurts so good.

Ghost by Justin Bieber (don’t judge, it’s literally so perfect for Divorce Era, and I am unapologetic about this). Like: youngblood thinks there's always tomorrow. I miss your touch on nights when I'm hollow, I know you crossed a bridge that I can't follow (literally crossed the Piltover Bridge when he was banished???). Since the love that you left is all that I get, I want you to know that if I can't be close to you, I'll settle for the ghost of you. Bruh.

There’s some other good ones in the playlist too. But if anyone else has a playlist or song recs for JayVik, plz share in RBs, tags, comments, whatever!

[nerdieforpedro]

WIP Wednesday

Welp after this week, there will be one more week of Sard’ika Sessions. I’m kinda proud that after next week, I’ll have actually completed a series. A great way to start the new year. 😆 This week is session five so we’re almost done Space Buddies! Thanks for sticking with me this long. I appreciate you all. ❤️

As for an actual preview of something, I decided on two things, one is from a pending new series with Dave York (Nerdie, you never finished the old one.) One doesn’t dwell on the past and we move forward!

An email comes Monday, a member of your new department would like to meet with you, give you materials to prep before starting the job. Seems fine, legit if you will. You did check with your old manager to make sure and they assured you that this Dave York is who your contact is. You weren’t sure if you should dress casually or business like for this meeting. It was your week off, you decided to wear your favorite dark green long sleeve button down dress with black flats. A mix of business and play if need be. Hair tied up and a tight bun with your favorite bright pink lipstick, may not have been business but you liked it, that’s what mattered. York had emailed you and told you to meet you for brunch, at least you’re getting food.

The second is a second helping of Mr. York! There were a few Pedro men on the brain but Dave came out ahead and maybe, just maybe I’m finishing my first Dave York series. 😘

“No. Not right now. Just let me…Fuck.” Dave whispered to himself. Her concern and confusion were understandable, but he didn’t care. “You want to know how I really feel about you. What I really think Peach? Fine.” He placed his bloody hand on the back of her neck, pulling her in for a kiss. She didn’t react at first, but her fingers found their way into the loops of his cargo pants. It could have been the frustration at not really saying what they meant or that they had just been arguing but as their tongues danced, they crept toward the bed falling onto it and laughing at how absurd the situation was. It was then that Kiara initiated the kiss this time, grabbing Dave’s shoulders and pinning him under her. But after a few more make out sessions they both fell asleep in their clothes. Greeted by the sunlight of a new day.

I may also be marinating some more WIPs:

Frankie (haven’t decided if subby Frankie will be back or another Frankie will appear. He’s like a Pokémon - gotta catch ‘em all!)

Joel (might be Joel & Layla with them being sweet, might be a darker Joel I thought about in the QZ. My mood will determine that.)

Din (which Sard’ika ending soon, I do plan on one or two epilogues and working on one of four Din WIPs)

Santiago (haven’t written for the man but I do have bullet points and Tom slander 😆)

Dieter (Weddings 101 with Dieter shall continue! Daisy will be back and so will Oscar for more beef. In case you haven’t voted on the poll for chapter 4, click here.)

Well all, I talked a whole bunch. Dave and I have appointments to keep and to use these sheets and gasoline. ⛽️ Yes will wear a mask, you never forget THAT smell. 👃

No pressure tags: @saturn-rings-writes @megamindsecretlair @secretelephanttattoo @rhoorl @trulybetty @maggiemayhemnj @fhatbhabie @theywhowriteandknowthings @frenchiereading @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @javierpena-inatacvest @goodwithcheese @soft-persephone @soft-girl-musings @morallyinept @pamasaur @perotovar @chronically-ghosted

[angelsarewatching]

you shouldn't be happy this christmas. theres literally some guy whose family was murdered on christmas. my blorbo. think about him. hes having such a hard time. the ptsd must be so real.

[atonalginger]

Snippet Sunday

Thanks for the tag @fangbangerghoul I think everyone has been tagged so I'm extending it to anyone who sees this and thinks "aww neat I want to try that."

Today's snippet is from Reclaiming Home (I've been trying to focus on my boy Sam again).

This snippet contain Lillian Hart slander (:

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“I caused it!” she squeaked, “I told her where we were.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that,” Sam assured her, kneeling next to Cora and brushing her curls out of her face, “Gumdrop, you did nothing wrong.”

“She didn’t even mention me!” Cora sobbed, “she’s not here for me, she’s just here to fight.”

Cora crumpled onto the floor, her loud, painful cries filling the hab. Sam pulled her in and hugged her close, his eyes a mix of rage and anguish. He rubbed her back and rocked back and forth, whispering soothing words into her hair.

Jamie turned back to her computer and pulled up the transmissions from the core. She opened the newest message from Ranger Lillian Hart and instantly saw red.

I heard you were running around with that tramp that ghosted you all those years ago. Thought you were smarter than that, Sam, but since you aren’t I will be there soon to straighten things out. Better not be zoned out again or it won’t be cargo I jettison this time.

“How dare,” Jamie muttered before catching her words. No, contain it. Cora needs us calm. She needs pillars right now. She closed the message and looked back to Cora in time to catch her as the girl threw her arms around her neck. Jamie squeezed back tight, “We got you, gumdrop.”

The ship rocked hard, throwing them all off balance, the cacophony of metal scraping and crashing together before several loud clicks all they heard. Sam pushed himself up off the floor and tapped keys on the computer while Jamie continued to hug Cora, grumbling, “no hail, no ping, no nothing.”

“Sam go lock the floor hatch, we don’t know if it’s her,” Jamie said quickly. She let go of Cora and cupped the little girl’s face, “let’s get you to the back of the lab in case we need to lock the door.”

“You don’t think she’d…?” Cora asked, her eyes wide and red.

“It’s possible but I want to play it safe.” Jamie kissed her forehead and stood up, leading Cora back to the couch.

Sam locked the floor hatch and dragged one of the heavy crates in the research hab over the square to block the path. Jamie stopped moving, raising an eye brow at his decision but he waved her back further into the hab. As Cora settled in, accepting a big plush blanket from Jamie, the sound of the docking hatch sliding open called out to them. Still no human voices.

Sam moved for the computer on Jamie’s desk and hammered at the keys, the cockpit hinge singing as it swung shut, “just going to lock down controls in case it’s not her. And while I’m here I’ll just look at this-“

“NO!” both girls called out from the back of the hab. Jamie and Cora looked at one other, a small nervous chuckle from them both before Jamie gave Cora’s head a pat and continued, “just leave it, honey. We’ve got enough to worry about.”

“I want to know what she said that made Cora cry,” Sam argued back, the keys clicking away as he pulled up the received transmissions. There was a long silence and then several hard key strikes from Sam backing out of the message.

“What do we do?” Cora asked softly to Jamie, hugging her middle with her head on Jamie’s arm, “I’d think if it was mom she’d have hollered or something by now. But if it was spacers or pirates they’d have hailed us, taunted us, or at least tried to bust open the hatch.”

“I don’t know, gumdrop,” Jamie fixed one of Cora’s stray curls, “this is unnerving.”

“Maybe we should sent a distress call?” Cora asked, “since we don’t know? Fox might still be in the system, we could try him?”

“Sam? What do you think?” Jamie called over.

He was knelt down, his hat off, ear to the floor. He held up a finger and closed his eyes. Jamie noticed in his other hand was his personal comms, his finger over the call button. Clever, darlin’, Jamie thought as she sat there comforting Cora. His eyes shot open, rage burning bright, before he squeezed them shut and closed his comms.

“So it is her?” Jamie asked.

[best-underrated-anime]

Best Underrated Anime Group A Round 3: #A3 vs #A1

#A3: Girl who sees ghosts meets poor shinigami. Comedy ensues.

#A1: Teens with special powers seek & protect other unique teens.

Details and poll under the cut!

#A3: RIN-NE (Kyoukai no Rinne)

Summary:

Rinne Rokudou has bigger problems than going to school—namely, helping spirits pass over to the next life. Because of this responsibility, he often finds himself short on money and struggles to buy his necessities: food, clothes, and exorcism tools.

Sakura Mamiya has been able to see ghosts since she was little. She hoped she would outgrow it, but even after starting high school, nothing has changed. To make matters worse, the first time her ever-absent classmate, Rinne, shows up for school, only Sakura can see him. She assumes, as anyone would, that he is a ghost. However, to Sakura's surprise, Rinne proceeds to attend school like normal the next day.

Propaganda:

This is one of Rumiko Takahashi’s underrated works (mostly getting overshadowed by Inuyasha due to her releasing this series after the fact), and I don’t see a lot of people talk about it often. While it’s not my favorite of her works, it’s one that I still like because of the way she portrays the characters. Plus, it still has that classic Rumic comedy and feel to it and I really love the animation with her artstyle. Anyways, if you like supernatural comedies (with a hint of romance) then vote for Rin-ne!

Trigger Warnings: None.

#A1: Charlotte

Summary:

Yuu Otosaka has the ability take over a person’s mind and body for five seconds at a time, allowing him to cheat his way to the top of his class and enter a prestigious high school, where he continues his dishonest acts. His shenanigans are eventually stopped by Nao Tomori, the headstrong student council president from Hoshinoumi Academy, who sees through his deceit. Through coercion, Nao convinces Yuu to transfer to Hoshinoumi and join the student council.

With Yuu begrudgingly assisting in council affairs, the group sets out to find and protect new ability users from harm. However, as they further investigate the abilities, their findings entangle them in far more complicated matters than they could ever imagine.

Propaganda:

I would encourage anyone who enjoys shows that make you think to check this one out! Due to things revealed near the end of the series, a second watch-through is well worth it to see the clues towards the ending and foreshadowing along the way. Consequential drawbacks for these special powers are included throughout the series. Plot-twists keep the audience hooked through it all. There is character growth as the main character changes and as hard choices come up later. It does take you on an emotional roller coaster from light-hearted humor to hitting you right in the feels. (I totally did not watch this anime just because my favorite voice actor is in it lol)

Trigger Warnings: Child Abuse, Child Death, Emotional Abuse, Flashing Lights, Gender Identity/Sexuality Discrimination, Graphic Depictions of Cruelty/Violence/Gore, Rape/Non-Con, Torture, Mutilation.

The non-con warning is for female characters unwillingly having their underwear publicly exposed.

When reblogging and adding your own propaganda, please tag me @best-underrated-anime so that I’ll be sure to see it.

If you want to criticize one of the shows above to give the one you’re rooting for an advantage, then do so constructively. I do not tolerate groundless hate or slander on this blog. If I catch you doing such a thing in the notes, be it in the tags or reblogs, I will block you.

Know one of the shows above and not satisfied with how it’s presented in this tournament? Just fill up this form, where you can submit revisions for taglines, propaganda, trigger warnings, and/or video.

[fixfoxnox]

I saw a dead Roach the other day and it rattled me so bad. I'm still not okay. So I thought you were the best person for this question: wanna make a list of fics where Roach dies or is already dead? Not calling anyone out, you all write what boats your float. I just wanna avoid the dead Roach fics, personally (not any of your usual anons, just too nervous to send this ask) (also ignore if it brings too much anguish, I know bringing up dead Roach to you is not the best decision ever lmao)

I love that when you guys are like "hmm, who do I know who hates dead Roach" I'm always the one you think of akndjcjdjjf it means that all of my yelling has reached you all

I'm very sorry to hear that you ran into dead Roach, I've been very sad to see that, despite the Fandom dying out a bit, the trope has still managed to hang on tight. Its so fucking frustrating and I'm so tired of seeing these people in the fucking wrong tags because they refuse to tag their shit correctly. Like I don't think it would be a big deal if they would fucking not tag it with a relationship or character who isn't in the fucking fic. AGGGGSGGD I'M ANGRY AGAIN

Okay, as for you ask about making a list like that. There are a few things I think should be noted. The first is that a list like that would be incredibly long. Unfortunately the trope is a rather popular one and we'd have to put like half of the ghostroach tag on it.

Another thing, I know that the intention with the list wouldn't be to shame or hate on anyone, however I do think that whether that's the intention or not, it would end up happening. It would be unfair to the fic authors to put their fic on this via list of "fics to avoid" and make it public for people to see. While I do think a lot of the authors tag their stuff poorly and as such end up making it almost impossible to fully filter their work on Ao3, I don't think that putting all of the fics on a list would be the solution and I do, unfortunately, think that it would come across as rather hateful, rather than the a tool for a peaceful interaction with the Fandom that a lot of people on our side of things would see it as.

So that all being said, I'm not particularly comfortable making a list like that and posting it. However, if someone does want to make a list like that and send it in my discord or something similar for people to have privately, I would be more than willing to allow that and I would even pin it so that it could easily be found by everyone.

Hopefully we can stop seeing dead Roach content. I'm going to be real with you guys when I say I have blocked so many people just for creating dead Roach content. I do not care, I do not want to see it so I simply will hit the block button. Its better for everyone.

THAT BEING SAID FUCK THAT TROPE I HOPE IT DIES IN A HOLE AND I HOPE ROACH COMES BACK AND KISSES BOTH GHOST AND SOAP WITH TONGUE AND KILLS SHEPHERD SO I CAN THEN GATEKEEP HIM AND FULLY SLANDER THE DEAD ROACH TROPE

[sylvies-kablooie]

I woke up this morning, got on this site, and what do I see? Baby’s first anon hate post (me, I’m baby) regarding Sylkie and how I compared it to Miles and Gwen’s relationship. True, they didn’t kiss in the movies (yet, juries still out there) but I can’t help it! Different timelines? Check! One’s a female alternate Spider-Man called Spider-Gwen/Ghost Spider? Check! It’s a Sylkie dynamic! Is there something I’m missing? How is it that Spiderverse explains the Multiverse so well in both movies for the fans to easily understand “oh, there both Spider-Men but they’re so different at the same time!” In comparison to Sylvie “it’s messed up how she got into a relationship with Loki since they’re basically the same person!” What?! Marvel fandom please explain the rules here as to what’s going on! C’mon Marvelites, even Trekkies understand how it works and for that I thank them! I don’t know anymore, I’m trying to understand but it’s hard when one person calls me dumb for sticking up with Sylkie shippers in regards to how the multiverse works. However, there is one thing that brings us peace in this fandom: M-5, Brad Wolf, and Miss Minutes slander.

Ooof, I'm sorry to hear this :( There are lots of things I really like about Tumblr, and the idea of having an ask box is super cool, but I feel too often it gets utilized for Negative Purposes TM. I have to say though after being on Loki Twitter in 2021, nothing people can say will surprise me. That was the worst fandom experience of my life and honestly why I put off making any other sort of fan related account until a few weeks ago when I made this.

I have been very liberal with the block button on here. It's honestly a life saver. Every Thursday evening after the new episode airs I will look through the Loki tag, see the worst takes known to mankind, and block people like I'm playing Whack A Mole. I hope the experience hasn't put you off from wanting to have fun online, because there really are so many awesome people on here.

Personally I am a deeply busy individual and don't know how people make time to track down accounts they disagree with and submit mean posts. Ten, twenty, thirty, forty years from now, no one is going to say "damn, I wish I spent more time arguing with strangers online".

[destielomegaversebigbang]

It’s All About Choice

by seasidemeow | art by zybynarx

Dean is a Hunter registered with the Hunting League, an underfunded government agency, operating mainly in the neutral zone between pack territories. He lives in Chicago with Sam, picking up hunting jobs and other odd jobs in order to make ends meet.

A 30-vampire nest is discovered on Novak Pack lands and Castiel needs more men to exterminate the creatures, so he contracts hunters from the Hunting League. Dean is among the 5 selected by the Pack Alpha and his Chief Hunter, Rufus Turner.

Dean and Cas trigger each other’s mating cycles and unprotected sex ensues. Dean’s birth control pills fail and he finds himself pregnant. In a society where alphas have complete control over omegas, their bodies, and their children, what will Dean choose to do?

Rating: Explicit

Warnings & Tags: A/B/O dynamics; Alternate Universe; Omega Dean Winchester; Alpha Castiel; Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester; Age Difference; 18 yo Dean; 30 yo Cas; Older Castiel/Younger Dean Winchester; Pack Alpha Castiel; Hunter Dean Winchester; Pack dynamics; Smut; Knotting; Blow Jobs; Car Sex; Heat Sex; Unprotected Sex (no condom); Birth Control Failure; Abortion; Dean Gets an Illegal Abortion; Detailed Discussion of Abortion; Malicious Denial of Medical Treatment; Sexism; Police Arrests; Dean is Sam’s parent; Supernatural Elements; Non-sentient supernatural creatures; Canon Typical Violence; Angst; Sickness; Pro-Choice; Hurt and Comfort; Fluff; Happy Ending; Ghosting; Pining; Underage Drinking; Mention of Suicide and Suicide attempt (not SPN character); Collars; Neck Guards; BAMF Dean; Slander and Libel (against Dean); Press Scandal; Implied Kaia x Claire; Benny Lafitte; Bobby Singer; Kaia; Claire Novak; Jack Novak; Naomi Novak; Gabriel; Jody; Zachariah Adler; Rory and Walt; Rufus Turner; Samuel Campbell; John Winchester; Criminal negligence; Hurt Child

POSTING SEPTEMBER 22, 2022

Check under the cut for an excerpt

Excerpt:

“When was your last heat and period?”

“Uhm,” Dean spurted, “my last heat was 10 days ago and my period… my…” Dean’s eyes widened and he kept mumbling, calculating. His period was late. “I…”

“You didn’t get your period?” the pharmacist leaned over the counter and whispered.

“No,” he whispered back.

“Did you spend your heat with an alpha?”

Dean could only nod. He still had the bruises on his hips from the alpha’s vigorous thrusting.

“There are over-the-counter pregnancy tests on that aisle there. They’re marketed for beta women but they work just as well for male omegas.”

Dean walked over and took the box as if guided by an exterior force. This couldn’t be happening to him, it just couldn’t. He went back to the pharmacist and got out his debit card to pay.

“Do you have cash, kid? If I take it on your card they’ll find out you bought it.”

They, the alphas, the police. Dean thought he would throw up on the spot. “Yeah, lemme check.” He paid for the birth control with his card and for the test with cash money, took the bag with trembling hands, and then left in a blur. He didn’t know when or how he got back home, but once inside the apartment he ignored Sam and bolted for the bathroom. He opened the test with frantic moves and read the instructions. Reading them over and over again didn’t help, he couldn’t concentrate, so he found a simple ‘how to’ on the Internet. He peed on the stick as it said then sat on the floor looking at the damned strip as one, then two lines appeared. Pregnant.

“No, no, no… Shit.” He threw the stick across the room in frustration and anger and started crying.