#he didn't want to be michael. and i don't think michael wanted to be the distortion either

[fanaticf1fan]

I - Back To The Past

A/N Hello, this is my first fanfiction. please be welcome to give any criticism to help me make my fanfiction better. :)

Also, this fanfiction ay not follow IRL timelines and Rules for the Formula series franchise.

Emilia Schumacher was born to Michael and Corinna Schumacher February 2006, from the moment she was born Emilia had been the apple of her family’s eyes. From the moment she was born the restlessness and need for adventure she undoubtedly inherited from her father. From a young age she was constantly following her older brother Mick around and bonding with her older sister Gina.

She was fortunate to spend a lot of time with her father during his brief, temporary retirement from 2006-2010. Due to this she had stuck herself to her father like glue, expressing her constant want to be exactly like him in any way she could.from a very young age she was set to follow in his footsteps, just like her brother.

When her father returned to racing in 2010 with Mercedes, Emilia was overwhelmed by new people surrounding her, her family now expanding into a grid full of fun uncles and aunts.

When she started Karting at 5 years old, she noticed a few oddities around the track. The first was the lack of other girls there, to the point she seemed to be the only one on the track. The second was the constant whispers and glances that other people had sent her and her family's way. The constant, nagging whispers of her peers doubted that loomed over shoulder everywhere she turned. Her father had sat her down one day and explained that she shouldn't listen to them after he found her crying one day after a meet, huddled under the table tucked into a ball.

“Don't listen to them Shatz, you are my daughter, I will be forever proud of you for whatever you accomplish, don't let anyone make you think any differently.”

When she was 7 her life was thrown into chaos, her father as she knew him was no longer with her or her siblings, he was now just an empty corpse-like shape, lying in a hospital bed relying on machines for life. She spent her 8th Birthday in the hospital sitting around his bed with her family, it had been the first birthday that her father hadn't gently held her as she woke up. There were no birthday pancakes or special songs this year. Just the sound of beeps, the smell of disinfectant and the feel of tears streaming down her face.

A few weeks after her birthday, she started karting again, now under the direct guidance and mentoring of one of father’s close friends, Sebastian Vettel. The two had began getting close after her father rejoined formula 1 with mercedes. He became an older brother figure to her and became her crutch when her father got injured.

She had achieved multiple victories under the mentoring of Sebastian, yet every time she stood on that ever important top step, trophy in her arms, her heart yearned for the one man she had been missing for months. Sebastian of course tried to help heal that hole in her heart, taking over quite a bit of the responsibility over her and her brother while they both competed. Mick and her had formed an inseparable bond, leaning on one another for support. 

Her father had been released from his prison coma in June 2014. She had expected her life to return to normal, however as she looked upon her father, she almost didn't recognise him. He was nothing like the person he was before, their relationship wasn't the same. This broke her heart so bad she decided to simply sink into the shadows of her childhood home.

She had risen through the ranks quickly, she was competing in levels above her age, spending most of her free time practising her skills to help her on the track. She won many races which angered many people but she didn't care. She was fueled with the memory of her father and what they used to be like, her biggest wish was to be just like him, and she was going to ensure she would get there.

By the time she had reached F4, she had gathered quite the ruckus in the media and on the circuit, she had multiple karting championships and wins and the number was only increasing, she had become a number one competitor for many of her fellow races. In 2021, after a well earned win in F4, she was approached by one of her father’s previous teammates, Nico Rosberg. He had kept in contact since the accident but the two hadn't spoken in a while. 

After a few months, Nico became another mentor for the girl, working well with Sebastian to help the girl progress and keep her managed. While Sebastian had stayed as her primary mentor, Nico took the role of her manager, organising deals and sponsors to ensure the girl only raced with the best of the best with the goal of helping her reach her life goal.

In 2022, she entered F3, winning the championship before being almost snatched up by F2 team Prema Racing the next year. Her brother had graduated the team two years prior before going into endurance racing, dominating the field. She had become good friends with her F2 teammate Oliver Bearman. She had begun helping him any way she could, attempting to meteor him the way she had been mentored for the past years.

She was ready to make her dream her reality, and she was so close to the first step in the next stage.

[outrunningthedark]

I dont think he needs to come out defending Lou - Lou can handle himself he’s a grown man and has taken ( I think at least) the best course of action (stay silent until the season starts back up again). However I do have a lot of mutuals who are queer men who feel little hurt by the lack of acknowledgement for this queer relationship. Like getting excited that your favourite show has a relationship that you feel represented (just like with Michael and David) only to have silence from the social media team and the actors (well we clearly know why Lou is currently silent -when he was active he did talk Beautifully about them) can be hurtful. I don’t know if this makes any sense at all. But I did find it a bit odd ( and this is not me assuming malicious intent - I like to give the benefit of the doubt) some of the patterns I’ve seen. At the end of the day everyone is free to do whatever they want - while at the same time fans can feel how they want to feel. I understand both perspectives.

I don’t know if any of this makes sense -it got away from me as I was writing 😂

I know what you're saying, and I agree. I think people are (I assume unintentionally) lumping calling out bad behavior and acknowledging the canon relationship together as the same course of action, but...it's not. (I mean, from what I saw of the reaction to my post there was a lot of hand-waving for why Oliver's "doing the right thing" because fandom is out of control.) I don't think Oliver needs to "defend" Lou or even Tommy as a character. (He didn't defend any of the women on the show until they were gone so why start now, honestly.) But there IS a way to take a stand without even saying anything, isn't there? Post a story. Post a pic. Share a fan edit. Captions not needed. The content would speak for itself. He's not staying silent because he hates the story line - sorry Buddies! - because he definitely knew that if the GA reaction went well BuckTommy was going to continue past those four episodes. He's staying silent because he lets these people behind a screen get in his head and make him feel like he has to walk on eggshells while "interacting with fandom". And listen, we all get it! He's gotta do what he's gotta do to protect his mental health! But you can acknowledge his feelings without dismissing the feelings of the queer fans who are only seeing a guy essentially do a 180 because public pressure is too high. How is he "representing" anybody if he doesn't even celebrate the story he's telling? [There's a quick-fix to all of this, btw. Get a fucking social media manager to do the posting so he doesn't have to see any of this shit with his own eyes if it's gonna drag him down that much.]

[asherraccoon]

Camping- Radioapple- Human AU, Teeenager AU

Lucifer eagerly opened up the car door. He had been getting restless from the long drive and wanted to get out as fast as possible. 

“Calm down, Luce, we're not even at the site yet,” Uriel said, climbing out after his brother. 

“I've been stuck in that car for the past fifteen hours and only gotten out to use the bathroom, I think I have the right to be desperate for air,” Lucifer said, his eye twitching slightly. He wasn't good at sitting still and staying quiet if he didn't have anything to occupy himself with. He had read all the books he had brought with him during the drive and he didn't like drawing in cars because it was bumpy. His headphones had died and his phone made him carsick. He was just happy to finally be free. 

Michael yawned and stretched his arms. “Man, that was a long drive. Gabriel, wake up Az,” 

Gabriel poked his brother sleeping on his shoulder. “Azrael,” he shook him. “Az,” he shoved the black-haired boy off of him and into the door. “Wake up!” 

Azrael woke up with a snort. “WhA-huh?” 

“We're here,” Gabriel told him before getting out of the car. 

“Dad, do you want us to start heading over while you get the camping fee settled?” Michael asked, looking over at their dad. 

“Yeah, go ahead. Just don't get into any trouble,” their dad grunted. 

“C'mon, guys, let's get set up,” Michael told his brothers as he started getting the gear from the car. 

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Lucifer dug in his backpack and pulled out his sketchbook and pencil. “Dad, can I go to the woods?” He asked the man in the tent. 

“Yeah, yeah, sure,” the man said dismissively.

Lucifer's expression fell. He sighed. Dad never cared much for him. He didn't know why he bothered asking. He stood up and went to the woods that surrounded the camp site. 

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Lucifer sat on a log near a river he had found. He hummed to himself as he sketched out the scenery. He enjoyed this. The forest smell, the sound of the river, the cool air. It was calming. A good distraction from the chaos of his family. He continued to draw when he heard the snap of a stick. He snapped his head up and looked around. “Hello?” He called out. 

Silence. 

Lucifer shook his head. “Probably a rabbit or something,” he said to himself. He returned his attention to his drawing. A minute later he heard the rustle of a bush behind him. He turned around and looked at the bush. “Hello?” He called out again. He watched the bush for a moment before he sighed. He turned back around. He was met face-to-face with a brunette boy about his age. 

“Hello!” 

“AHH!” Lucifer shrieked and fell backwards off the log. 

The other boy laughed as the blonde fell. “My apologies,” he apologized and held his hand out to help Lucifer up. 

“Umm.. It-it's okay…” Lucifer took hold of the stranger's hand and let himself be pulled up. He brushed himself off and picked up his sketchbook and pencil off the ground, brushing the dirt off the page. 

“What are you drawing?” The brunette asked, peering at the book. 

“Er… just some scenery sketching… nothing special,” Lucifer held his book to his chest and blushed from embarrassment. 

“Can I see?” The other boy asked. 

“Uh… sure…” Lucifer looked at his drawing and then showed it to him. 

“Wow,” the other boy was amazed. “You drew this? This is amazing!” 

Lucifer blushed more. He hugged his sketchbook. “Um… th-thanks…” he avoided eye contact. 

“Oh! Where are my manners?” The other boy laughed. He held out his hand. “The name's Alastor! Pleasure to be meeting you, quite a pleasure!” 

Lucifer took Alastor's hand. “Lucifer,” he introduced himself. 

Alastor tilted his head. “Like the devil?” 

Lucifer's expression fell slightly, seemingly upset by this. “Yeah. The devil,” he muttered. 

Alastor was curious, but he remained silent. He let go of Lucifer's hand. 

Lucifer sighed. “You're curious, aren't you?” 

“I didn't want to seem rude…” Alastor gave a small laugh and a nervous smile. 

Lucifer sat on the log and rested his elbow on his knee and head on his hand. “My family is very religious,” he began. “My dad's a priest, my mom was a pastor. So all of my siblings were named after angels. When I was born, I killed my mom,” Lucifer looked at the ground. “I guess I was too much for her to handle. My dad blamed me for the death and named me Lucifer,” 

“Well, it wasn't your fault that she died,” Alastor sat down next to Lucifer. “Just because her body couldn't handle another child that doesn't make you evil,” 

“I think there is something wrong with me, though,” Lucifer said. “I'm not good at sitting still and staying quiet unless I have something to keep me busy. I've always been seen as a troublemaker at school and at home for not understanding and following the rules. And when I think I'm doing something right, hey, the rules are different now and I was supposed to know even though no one told me,” he sighed in frustration. “My hobbies also aren't 'normal’ for boys my age,” 

“What? Like drawing?” Alastor asked. “Drawing isn't really assigned to any specific gender or age,” he said. “I'm guessing you're around my age, 14?” 

Lucifer nodded. “Yeah, I'm 14. I turn 15 in October,” 

“You're older than me then, I turn 15 in December,” Alastor laughed. “But still, how are your hobbies not normal?” 

“My dad thinks that art is more of a girl thing,” Lucifer sighed. “Same with singing and playing the violin,” he huffed in frustration. 

“I sing and play piano,” Alastor said. 

Lucifer looked at him. “Really?” 

“Yeah,” Alastor stretched his legs out in front of him before crossing them. 

Lucifer watched. “How can you sit like that?” 

Alastor raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?” 

“With your legs crossed?” Lucifer clarified. “Whenever I sit like that my dad hits me and calls me a slur,” he said flatly. 

Alastor blinked. “Jeez…” he whispered. “So I'm not the only one with an asshole of a dad then,” he tried to laugh it off. 

Lucifer flinched at the 'asshole’ word. “You're allowed to curse?” 

Alastor nodded. “Yeah, my mom doesn't mind. But that's besides the point. My dad was an ass. He'd get drunk and then beat me and my mom,” he looked over at the river. “Eventually, my mom had enough. She took me and left my dad. So now it's just me and her,” 

Lucifer listened silently. “My dad usually just ignores me and gives my siblings more attention. Unless I do something bad, then he yells at me and hits me,” he tapped his pencil on his sketchbook. 

“Alastor, allez, c'est l'heure du dîner !” (Alastor, come on, It's time for dinner!) A voice called out. 

Alastor looked over. “J'arrive, maman !” (Coming, mom!) Alastor yelled back. “That's my mom, I've gotta head back to the campsite,” Alastor stood up. “It was nice meeting you though, Lucifer,” 

Lucifer watched him stand. “Er… yeah, it was nice to meet you too…” 

“Will I see you tomorrow?” Alastor asked. 

Lucifer was a little surprised. This guy actually liked him? And wanted to see him tomorrow? “Uh- Y-yeah! I'll be here tomorrow…” he nodded.

“I'll see you then!” Alastor waved at Lucifer before he trotted off. 

Lucifer waved. “Bye… Alastor…” he watched Alastor leave. “Did I just make a friend?” He asked himself. 

(Should I do a part 2?)

[yuumcbr]

TWST X Obey Me!

Just an idea for a crossover that I have in my head.

An important factor for the AU is that MC sees the brothers as family and vice versa, as if they were older brothers.

Yuu (mayor of Ramshackle) = MC from Obey Me!

The AU would take place after graduation, where Yuu dates a boy from TWST and they start living together (since Yuu doesn't have much to go to).

Let's say that Yuu can't use magic anymore because of Michael's ring, maybe TWST increased the magic containment effect, or just decided not to use it because he doesn't know how strong his magic is, or even wanted Grim not to lose his place in the NRC (since he is the magical part of both of them) and after graduation Yuu got out of the habit of using it.

Well, somehow Yuu, Grim and her boyfriend get in touch with the queen of the rose kingdom.

Why her? Well, in one of the events of Obey Me! (Like a dame) Diavolo says he is friends with the Queen Rose and the event has roses for everywhere.

We imagine that the brothers haven't had much contact with Yuu since he went to NRC, maybe little letters sent by Sam's friends on the other side (in this AU they are mini-Ds, probably from greed).

However, in Obey Me! the Queen of the Rose Kingdom goes to Devilton and doesn't seem to have any trouble going from one world to another, she can help Yuu do the same.

So when the Queen of the Rose Kingdom meets Yuu, maybe at a ball or festival she attends and the two exchange contacts.

Now think about it, the boy from TWST who is dating Yuu decides to take things to the next level and asks her to marry him.

Yuu already knows the boy's family, they live together and maybe even work at the same job.

Not to mention that Grim acts like a real child, even though he graduated from college.

Yuu obviously accepts and asks if he would like to meet her family first.

The TWST boy knows that Yuu came from another universe, so it might be a shock.

Even more so when he finds out that Yuu is a long-time friend of the Queen of the Rose Kingdom.

And even more so when he finds out that his family is made up of the 7 deadly sins.

I guess it's best not to tell him about his position as a royal advisor, right?

Or that Yuu is an apprentice to the world's first wizard Solomon.

And that he's capable of using magic.

Yuu literally hopes he doesn't freak out.

Now, there are some TWST characters that I think could date Yuu and would make the story funnier:

1.Rollo Frame (it's self-explanatory)

First, if you get Idia to propose to you, congratulations.

You definitely talked a lot about your older brother Levi to him, so he was expecting a bit of chaos when he met your family.

But what he didn't expect was that when he crossed the portal into the Rose Kingdom, he would end up inside the gate to Tartarus!!

He doesn't know whether to focus on collecting data for STXY or get ready to meet his family.

Wait, if you lived here before studying at NRC, and this is the land of the dead… don't tell him that you…

Please, calm this poor guy down!

The best option is to never mention that you died and came back to life in a moment (lesson 16). Just say that you came for an exchange project with the Human Kingdom and discovered that you had relatives here.

Which is the honest truth.

Finding out that you are the royal advisor of Devilton and one of the most powerful people in the place scares him a little too much.

Either the people here are too weak, or you are stronger than he imagines! He discovers that you are some kind of Ultimate Final Boss around here!!

And your family is capable of destroying an entire country in a matter of minutes, how did he get into this situation? He just wants to go back to his room and exile himself from all this craziness.

Idia.exe has stopped working.

When the two are alone:

Idia: Ahhh… when I get back I'll have so many reports to do…

Yuu: Sorry *smiles*

Idia: How come you never thought of saying you lived in hell? Literally!!

Yuu: ….

Yuu: I think I already know what will cheer you up…

Idia: … *sees you getting your DDD and calling someone*

Yuu: Oh, hi Lucifer, how are you? I was wondering if I can take Cerberus for a walk? Besides missing him terribly, Ortho and Idia admire him a lot.

Okay, you just won Idia's heart again.

Ortho is taking a lot of pictures, pictures that if he hadn't seen them in person he would say were fake edits from the Internet.

Nee nee Mayor, do you think we can see Cerberus more often? I definitely want to increase my intimacy level with him, I don't want to miss this limited time event.

He just looks so shocked and stays silent for a long time.

Upon arriving in the city, the two of you are stopped by countless people who welcome you and complain about the city.

Why would they complain to you, anyway? Huh… what do you mean by royal advisor?

You're one of the most important people in this place? Why have you never told him that?

I mean, he knows you can't go back home, but he figured that when he found a way, he'd come back without thinking twice.

You've been working at the Al-Asim house all this time as a servant when you're literally a royal advisor from another kingdom?

You wouldn't be that stupid, right? Why would you do something like that?

Okay, Jamil's head is spinning.

He definitely wishes your clothes had a hood like they used to when you explain to your family that you decided to live with Jamil no matter what.

He would definitely be shocked if he found out that you could take an immortality potion, but decided not to take it to be with him.

When the two of you are alone:

Jamil: You could have a better life than being a servant.

Yuu: It wouldn't be better if you weren't in it.

Yuu: I don't care what I have to do, we're together, understand? I'll never let you feel alone again, that's a promise!!

Jamil doesn't know what he'll say to his parents when they ask about his family or when his sister tells him to tell them every detail of the trip.

But he knows he's with someone who will always put him first and won't let someone like that go.

A promise, huh?smiles slightly I think I can get used to this!

I imagine Ruggie will react the same way when you called Malleus Tsuntaro in front of everyone when you two get to the house of regrets.

I mean? You live in a gigantic mansion and inside it looks like each tile costs more than all the money he's ever earned in his life!!

Ruggie is very careful not to bump into or break anything, only for one of his brothers to enter the house and accidentally destroy a wall.

Wait, he came riding a dragon?

Okay, Ruggie thought there was no way a group of people could cause more trouble than you and that group of freshmen, but your brothers managed to prove the opposite.

I don't even know what he would say when he saw Beel's appetite or when he tried Solomon's food when his brothers said they would throw it away.

During dinner:

Yuu: I should let you know that I will be officially leaving my duties in Devilton

Asmo: Huh? Are you leaving for good now?

Yuu: No, I just don't think I will be able to coordinate my work in Devilton with the wedding organization, not to mention that there is no way to convert Grim to Taumarks.

Lucifer: In that case I will talk to Lord Diavolo

Ruggie: What was your job here? - he says while eating a buffalo egg.

Levi: They worked as royal advisors, (tch these guys really don't know how to use a mage in battle) - he answers while playing an online video game.

Ruggie: Huh?

Ruggie may not have expected so many surprises like these, but he can't deny how happy he was when you and your brothers started thinking of ways to make him, you and the entire community you live in prosper.

You really are full of surprises, huh Prefect? Shi shi shi!!

Okay, I got a little carried away, but now it won't be running around in my head so much.

Thanks for reading this far!!

[zecoritheweirdone]

first art post of the new year!!! granted, i don't share my art here that much anyway, but– shhh.

hehehehhhooo,, here's something i've been working on for 'bout a month,, albeit not consecutively– took a few,, very very long breaks in between working on this,, but i managed to finish it in the end! am i satisfied with it? .......ehhhh? not completely, but if this took any longer, it might not have seen the light of day, so like. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

anyway,, made a little poster for my favorite fic, tommyinnit's services for villains, vigilantes, and various other vagabonds, by @scorpionoesit!!! it's really really good,,, and i've always wanted to make more art for it,, so i decided– poster! at least,, that's what it's mean to resemble,,, dkdmkdmdkd.

i will freely admit,, i'm... not the biggest fan of the fan-made logo i tried to design for it,, feels a bit boring, and could definitely have used a bit more pizazz, something to make feel more like the fic itself(what does that mean? you figure that out),,,, but– again, steam was running low,, dkdnksjs. graphic design is my passion. i do also have other complaints, but i'm afraid i already punched my one-use self-critique card,, oh well,,, dkdnkxjdkd.

regardless,, even with the flaws only i can really see,, this still turned out pretty okay!! hope you enjoy it, mx. scorpio and mx. alibi!!! and i hope everyone else has a wonderful new year!!!!

[theflannelwizard]

@anonymous-tals requested headcanons about the Bluth siblings as kids, so here's some of that! It gets long, so I'm putting most of it under the cut.

They had family game nights. George started mandating them so he could get photos and publicize them as a happy family but the kids actually got really into it and kept playing board games together even once their parents ducked out.

Lindsay was George’s little princess, especially as a preteen and teenager. He wasn’t always the best at showing it in ways other than buying her things, but he loved that girl so much.

Oscar came by for every single one of Buster’s birthdays, and he brought little presents. He wasn’t nearly as good at remembering the other kids, but nobody read too deep into it. Blatant favoritism is normal in this family.

Speaking of birthdays, Michael and Lindsay always got the best birthday parties because they had to share. Also because they were George’s favorites, but the sharing was the excuse everyone actually said out loud.

GOB’s birthdays tended to go forgotten or ignored by his parents, but Buster has never once forgotten him, Lindsay was usually pretty good about at least being around and wishing him a good one, and Michael would organize little celebrations if Buster bugged him about it. Which he always did, and which Michael always got to feel like a hero for. 

I’m not getting into the whole “who pushed Mimi down the stairs” thing cause I know what canon was going for but I also just don’t think Buster would do that. However I DO think the whole “I’m just a boy so nothing will happen to me” was VERY ingrained in him from very early on cause when he was actually little Lucille couldn’t bring herself to ever be upset with him. She could mistreat him, sure, but always out of some twisted form of protective love. 

Because of this, Buster took the blame for a lot of shit his siblings fucked up. Lucille usually didn’t believe he did it, and it usually got shifted to GOB, but Michael and Lindsay at least got a few freebies by saying Buster did it and getting him to corroborate. 

GOB had frequent hyperfixations and the bees and magic special interests have been on and off since he was pretty young. Buster never found him annoying. Michael did but was good at more or less hiding it for the sake of being a good brother. Lindsay would tell him to shut up.

Buster also had frequent hyperfixations but his were on things like medieval farming and ancient Mesopotamia and learning a new language and other Scholarly Pursuits so he wasn’t treated like he was annoying, he was treated like he was a very intelligent young man with a bright future in academia. Or a loser and a nerd, depending on who you’re talking to.

One time, and I mean literally ONE TIME, Lindsay asked George if he had a favorite child and he sarcastically said “Of course I do. It’s GOB.” assuming everyone would get that he was dodging the question by answering a kid who was most definitely not his favorite. GOB didn’t get that he was being sarcastic and was the happiest boy alive for about twelve seconds before both of his parents started laughing so hard they cried. 

I need to stop being mean to GOB. Here’s something nice for him: he was surprisingly popular in school, and even though he never made any real friends he could usually get strangers to high five him in the halls. People chanted his name at lunch sometimes if he stood on a table to do his illusions. He got bad grades but people thought that was badass.

Buster would have full blown panic attacks at any grade lower than an A. Even an A minus would have him crying on the floor. This is projection but it’s also true.

Lindsay was homecoming court every year of high school and prom queen her senior year. GOB was prom king. Micheal and Buster were never anything like that.

Buster has always been GOB's biggest fan and would beg him to do illusions or tell bee stories or just be himself but with an audience of one. GOB pretended to think his little brother was lame but he secretly loved the attention and they still have that special bookend sibling bond. GOB was (and still kinda is) Buster's hero and Buster was (and still kinda is) GOB's baby brother. The fondness in the phrase "baby brother" is hard to explain to people who don't have a sibling with a 6+ year age gap but trust me, if anything happened to Buster in their childhood, GOB would be immediately up in arms.

I have a lot more thoughts, actually, but this is getting super long so I’ll stop here for now!

[crumbleclub]

Hmmm.

AU where Evan survives the Bite, but Mike is told that he died.

I have a lot of ideas for this.

There's a few possibilities. They'd be split up, obviously. There's the option of Evan continuing to live with William until he's springlocked, or until one of his earlier arrests, if we want to spare the poor kid a bit of time spent with William. Michael, in this scenario, could spent time in any combination between juvie (over the Bite), foster care, with Henry, or trying to make it on his own after being just kicked out without instruction.

The other option would be flipped; Evan staying with Henry or being fostered/possibly eventually adopted out. I'm not putting him into the 'kicked out' option because he's like, seven. He wouldn't last long on his own.

Either way, there's another choice to make: what is Evan told about Michael? Does he know where he went? Is he told that Michael died, and from what? Is some lie conjured up by William?

There's also an added interesting possibility of William trying to stay involved with both of their lives to have them available as tools if needed– see how he treats Mike in SL– but without revealing their existences to each other.

I feel like the biggest point of interest in an AU like this would be in the brothers eventually meeting again. There are a lot of possibilities here, depending on earlier choices.

[hephaestuscrew]

Leon Stamatis and Louisa Alvarez were so poorly matched as a couple, and I'm not convinced they even would have stayed friends post-break-up if Leon had lived. And yet each of them works so well as a best friend to Michael. The biggest thing that Leon and Louisa had in common was a propensity to love and support Michael Tate, and that didn't even become apparent until after Leon was dead.

[atlas-five]

thinking about helen distortion again

[the-busy-ghost]

Need to write a call out for myself, I am anthropomorphising the shit out of this AI.

[oldmyths]

Actually i have more to say

the whole idea of michael seeing something in corey, maybe that same darkness that came for him when he was a child, and letting him live is such a good fucking concept. or maybe corey sees something in michael and he falls into that pit arms outstretched to be comforted by the only person in haddonfield that would get it, from his perspective

the way they almost parallel each other is so fascinating too. it's not 1:1 but the way michael had his childhood ripped from him by his own hand to the way corey is essentially infantilized by everyone, even after the accident, and how that caricature of youthful innocence pushes him toward that darkness. how both of their lives were corrupted by the death they inflicted. the way evil is a disease, an infection. michael's mask and his face underneath scarred by burns. the way corey just takes the mask off of him in the sewer and says that michael's just a man. but he wears the mask when he's killing because it just feels right. i'm going to eat my hands

[thebestsetter]

I love it when my husband has a bad day.

Don't get me wrong, it's not like I want to see him sad because things didn't go as planned during practice or that teammate of his was more annoying then usual. I just like the way he acts when he comes home to me after a bad day.

Some people shout and get angry. Other people isolate themselves to calm down after those (unavoidable) bad days. But not the man I promissed to love in sickness and health.

When he comes home, he doesn't say anything. He takes off his jacket and shoes as quick as possible and just throws himself at me. He then proceeds to nuzzle his head in my neck, still not saying a word, and, after he found the "perfect" position (which I know he did, cause he sighs and smiles when he does find it), he grabs my hand and puts it in hair, as if it's a silent plea for me to tangle my fingers through his locks and massage his scalp.

We spend hours like this. Just me and him bathing in each other's presence, without anything or anyone else to intervee. Sometimes, he even falls asleep, and I want to gush about how comfortable he is around me and yap about how cute he is while sleeping (even if he drools all over the bed most of the times). And then I concentrate on him and him only: his softened breath, his heart pace starting to slow down and those inconscious sounds he lets out when I caress the right spot.

I love to whisper to him about my day while passing my hand underneath his shirt, noticing the tension leaving his body and feeling each muscle he worked oh so hard to build. One time, I even joked about giving him a massage. He didn't deny it, so I think he wants one. He just doesn't know how to ask (we really need to work on this kind of communication).

I love my husband. And I love the domesticity and good moments his bad days provide: just me and him, showing our love for each other without needing to say anything.

ITOSHI RIN, ITOSHI SAE, Barou Shoei, Shidou Ryusei (hear me out on this one), Oliver Aiku, Michael Kaiser, Nagi Seishiro, Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shoto, Ushijima Wakatoshi, KAGEYAMA TOBIO, KOZUME KENMA, Tsukishima Kei, Akaashi Keiji

~ A/N: This is heavly inspired by a reddit post I saw!! Apparently, the og post user is @ThrowawayEngland2022 on reddit. Make sure to follow them!!

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BITES OF AFFECTION ⋮💋

𝜗𝜚 ft. itoshi rin, itoshi sae, michael kaiser x gn!reader

synopsis. you kiss them by nibbling along a pocky stick .ᐟ

content warning. pet names & lots of making out . 2k wc .

⸝⸝⋮ 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐑𝐈𝐍

“what are you doing?”

rin’s frown deepened, his eyes narrowing in curiosity as you straddled his lap, a carton of pocky sticks clutched in your hand. instinctively, his hands quickly settled on your waist to steady you.

“just tryin’ something,” you giggled, unboxing the carton and tearing open the crinkling wrapper. with a cheeky grin, you pulled out one chocolate-coated stick, twirling it playfully before rin's face.

“ready?” you asked, placing the biscuit between your teeth and leaning in slightly.

rin’s brow knitted together in confusion, his hand rising to brush a stray strand of hair away from your face. “for what?”

you rolled your eyes, bringing your hand to his lips and gently pressing his bottom lip down with the pad of your thumb. you maneuvered your mouth to align the plain end of the biscuit between his lips.

“eat.” you commanded, though your voice was muffled by the flavoured biscuit pressed over your tongue.

blinking, he resigned himself to your whim, despite the almost inevitable regret that always seemed to follow in these situations. (un)fortunately for him, this time would prove to be no different.

his hunched over slightly, shifting his hands to your hips as he began to cautiously nibble along the biscuit, maintaining eye contact with you. you smirked, noting the way your boyfriend's nose crinkled in distaste at the flavour of the classic biscuit, while you savoured the rich, chocolatey explosion on your side.

eventually, the stick was reduced to a mere fragment, and your noses were brushing. without a moment's hesitation, you leaned forward, crashing your lips onto his, eliciting an audible gasp from the startled football player.

caught so off-guard, rin– though you hadn't intended it– choked on the remaining piece of pocky in his mouth, impulsively pushing your body away as he struggled.

you instantly detached your lips, disentangling yourself from his lap, watching in concern as he coughed lightly and then buried his face into his hands in embarrassment.

you snorted once you made sure he was alright, quickly springing to your feet and making your way to the kitchen. you opened the cupboard, retrieving a glass, and filled it with water.

he took the glass, shooting you a glare, his ears and cheeks adorned with a rosy shade of pink.

“don't ever do that again,” he muttered, setting the glass of water down on the table with a dramatic thud. his gaze fell on the darned pocky stick packet. he quickly grabbed it and flung it somewhere behind him, away from his sight.

you cupped a hand over your mouth, trying to stifle your laughter, “i–i’m sorry, pft– i didn't think you'd choke on a biscuit, hah–”

“hey.” he cut you off, gently seizing your wrist and pulling you back onto his lap. he turned his head to the side, his eyes fixated on a random spot on the floor, avoiding your gaze.

“if you want a kiss, then just ask.”

⸝⸝⋮ 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐄

“these fucking cleats always disappear when i need them!” sae grumbled, pacing back and forth in your shared master bedroom, his eyes scanning every corner of the room for his football cleats.

“mm, i think i’ve ‘sheen them on the shoe rack near the ‘frontch door,” you mumbled through a mouthful, sliding yet another pocky stick into your mouth from the pink, thin paperboard box. you kicked your legs rhythmically against the wooden frame of the bed. “you should look there.”

he paused to look at you, “i already looked there, though.”

“check again?”

“. . . alright.” the door creaked as he exited the bedroom, and you shrugged nonchalantly, stuffing your face full with the strawberry flavoured biscuit.

after a while, he re-entered, holding a pair of white cleats in his hands. the corners of his lips were turned downwards in guilt as he tossed his shoes somewhere on the floor and approached you, ruffling his hair in exasperation.

“i swear on my football career i checked there,” he groaned, collapsing onto the bed beside you. he eyed you from the side before turning his body to face you, reaching out to cradle your cheek. “you still eatin’ that?”

you nodded, inching closer to his touch. swallowing your bite, you pulled out one stick, pushing the strawberry-coated end between his parted lips while you took the flavourless end.

his eyebrow arched but obliged nonetheless, biting along the dipped sweet with you. as soon as you finish two quick bites of your part, just enough to reach the strawberry coating, you noticed sae's face scrunch up, his nose wrinkling in disgust. he hadn't even managed to finish the coated portion.

your boyfriend's fingers glided to your waist and gently pushed you away, his tongue sticking out in disgust. “yuck. this tastes like shit. the chocolate one's better.”

your bottom lip jutted out petulantly as you crossed your arms, glaring at him with narrowed eyes. “it isn't that bad . . . but that's besides the point— we haven't even kissed!”

“what?” he raised an eyebrow, tilting his head slightly in confusion. “you didn't ask.”

you sighed, “we were supposed to nibble along the pocky till our lips meet, baby.”

his lips curved into a round shape as he stood up. he caught you by surprise, using his index finger to gently push against your chest until you were lying down on the bed. he climbed over you, pressing one knee between your thighs while the other knee nestled on the mattress beside your right leg.

“wanna kiss?”

without a second wasted, you nodded eagerly, your hands sliding up to find where they usually rested on his broad shoulders. you hooked your ankles around his, watching as he dipped down and sealed his glossy lips against yours.

you were going to be the death of him— he was absolutely sure of it.

with the way his mouth was slotted seamlessly against yours, you were almost certain he intended to leave you breathless by the time be was finished, gasping for every last bit of air. your hands moved from his shoulder to cup his face, pulling him even closer to further deepen the kiss.

you gasped softly into his mouth, then pulled away to swipe your hot tongue over his lips. you lifted your head up, your eyes meeting his. “f-fuck, your lips taste like strawberries…”

the maroon-haired man hummed indifferently, dragging his thumb over his bottom lip to wipe off your lingering saliva. “but i just said the strawberry flavour was disgu—”

“delicious.” you corrected, pinching the plump of his cheek. “dee–li–cious.”

he rolled his eyes and lowered his body onto yours, burying his head into the crook of your neck. he shifted slightly to press a tender kiss to your temple.

“yeah, yeah, whatever. only ‘cause the flavour was on my lips, though.”

⸝⸝⋮ 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑

“hmm, mihya–” you nudged him with your elbow. once he turned his attention to you, you handed him your phone. “— i want to try this super cute pocky stick trend with you.”

he took the phone and glanced down at the screen; a romantic couple biting through a pocky stick till their lips locked. kaiser’s face contorted in disgust at the cheesy, clichéd display of faux affection, but his expression soon morphed into a smirk as he looked back at you.

“it seems boring,” he shrugged playfully, setting your phone on the coffee table and leaning his head back against the couch. “don't wanna.”

your brows furrowed together in disappointment, and you instinctively wrapped your arms around his, leaning your weight against him. “baby, please?” you pleaded, fluttering your soft lashes at him purposefully, trying to coax him into doing the challenge with you.

he rolled his eyes at your desperate expression before gently extricating his arm from your grasp and patting your head. your adorable, puppy-eyed look managed to have this effect on him every single time.

“fine, get the pack.” he feigned an exhausted sigh. you quickly bounced off the couch and returned with the cookies-and-cream flavoured pocky stick pack.

once you finished unwrapping the foil, you pulled out a stick and prepared to place the flavoured end between your teeth. but before you could, you felt kaiser's firm grip encircle your wrist, pulling it back.

“nuh-uh, i’m taking the flavoured end,” he asserted, snatching the treat from your grasp. he then flicked your forehead with a smug, triumphant smirk. “you can have the boring end.”

“what? no!” you scoffed, reaching up to try and reclaim the sweet. but he raised his arm and leaned away, evading your grasp with ease. “that's not fair, you take the plain end!”

“it's fine, schatz– you'll reach the cookies and cream part in no time! besides, this is what i get for agreeing to do this dumb challenge with you. it's only fair.”

you crossed your arms and huffed, “fiiine, whatever.”

he grinned and slid the biscuit between his lips, inching closer to you and you took the initiative to put the plain end in your mouth. his large hands held onto your cheek, thumbs rubbing against your soft skin as you both took one synchronized bite.

one bite through the pocky was all it took for kaiser's eyes to widen slightly. in an instant, he pinched the biscuit near your side, snatching it from your mouth and greedily securing it for himself.

“what the fuck–?” he exclaimed, his voice muffled by the treat, pulling away from you gently. “this shit's pretty good.”

you gaped at him, mouth hanging open in disbelief. your body remained frozen, unable to process the audacity of him devouring the sweet that you generously offered. but that's besides the point— you felt offended that he had pushed you away for a mere biscuit?

“really, michael?” you whined, crossing your arms over your chest. “that's not how the trend goes...”

he shook his head, placing the biscuit pack on the table. then, with an unexpected movement, he pulled you onto his lap, taking you by surprise. his cool, slender fingers slipped beneath your shirt, trailing languidly up your waist.

“i'm sorry, meine liebe,” he whispered, leaning closer until his lips brushed against your ear, his breath tickling the skin. “but we can kiss anytime, can't we?”

the way his words fell of his tongue with such assuring confidence made your breath catch in your throat. you slid your arms around his neck and nodded; he wasn’t wrong– there was no rush to complete the challenge right now... the opportunity to enjoy it later was just as appealing, especially with a whole packet of pocky beside you.

his cobalt blue eyes flickered down to your plump, inviting lips. teasing you with the anticipation of a kiss, his lips hovered over yours– but he soon gave up and finally pressed his soft lips against yours. your hands instinctively grasped the fabric of his shirt, your fingers curling tightly into the material. the contact of your silken lips moving against his in such a sloppy, disheveled manner elicited a soft, breathy mewl that slipped into his mouth.

the blond seized the opportunity presented by your parted lips, pushing his tongue into your kiss-bruised mouth. a gasp escaped you as you quickly threaded your fingers through his hair, gently tugging on the strands of blue.

“m-mihya . . .”

he withdrew from the kiss, his gaze lingering with satisfaction at your kiss-drunk visage– lips glistening with his saliva, droopy eyes, and the corners of your mouth twitching in a hazy smile. a pleased smirk spread across his face as he pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead.

“just like i thought, meine liebe,” he murmured, playfully tapping the tip of your nose,

“you taste way sweeter than that shitty snack.”

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Bats and Birds jobs headcanons that I will defend with my life, mostly from my civilian AU:

Barbara: works at a library, will hack your company to help you figure out flaws in the system for money on the side

Dick: retired Olympic gymnast, gymnastic teacher

Cass: part time professional wrestler, in a duo with Steph

(Edit edit: it has been pointed out to me that some people just don't like feelings which I didn't consider, so I did take off the therapy part because she wouldn't want to do it, but I still think it would be so interesting to see her volve about it)

Jason: writer (novelist + ao3, he has the range), part time barista at some point

Steph: definitely works part time at a movie theatre, I also picture her being a professional wrestler for some reason, in a duo with Cass

Tim: unclear if he's doing freelance investigation journalism or private detective work but either way he likes figuring stuff out (it's a lot of cheating husbands and he doesn't dislike it)

Duke: escape room owner and designer, the trickiest puzzles in the American continent, aesthetics, vibes and personality like you won't believe it

Damian: professional painter, volunteers at the animal shelter every day.

Bruce: trophy wife

Harper: whatever the fuck Michael Reeves has going on

Cullen: editor (Jason's professional AND ao3 beta but neither has any idea the three identities are connected)

Lucius Fox: CEO of Wayne enterprise

Luke Fox: mechanical engineer

Kate Kane: rich heiress, competitive MMA fighter when she feels like it

[triptuckers]

dawn - percy jackson

Request: nope Pairing:  percy jackson x child of apollo!reader Summary:  percy wakes early because of a nightmare and you're not next to him Warnings:  swearing, mentions of nightmares, percy being scared :( Word count:  900 A/N: SHIFTING INTO PERCY JACKSON MODE AGAIN !!! I cannot wait for the show !!! also this is based on a head canon I saw once and now it's my favorite, enjoy!

percy hears you scream again. he needs to find you now.

he's been running for too long now, you've been screaming for too long. he could tell from your screams you had gone from scared to absolutely terrified.

and he knows you've been through as much as he has. it took a lot to make you scared. and something has made you terrified.

percy runs around the corner, gripping his sword tight. up ahead he can see a shadow. that must be you.

he takes off running again but as he gets closer to the shadow, it's not you. it's someone - or something - that is holding two very long, very sharp swords.

percy turns around and bolts through a door. you scream again. and again. he can't get to you. gods, he's going to lose you.

with a start, percy's eyes fly open.

he's breathing heavily and his hands are gripping the bedsheets. percy's chest rises and falls rapidly as he tries to calm himself. he reaches out to you, but you're not next to him.

what if it wasn't a nightmare? fuck.

he pushes himself up with one elbow and notices the door to his cabin is slightly open. he can see you sitting just outside.

percy closes his eyes and lets himself fall back onto his pillow. he frowns when they're damp. great, he was sweating. that means it was a really bad one.

'shit.' he sighs, dragging a hand over his face. there's no way he's getting any sleep now. at least not with the adrenaline still coursing through his veins.

he can tell it's very early in the morning. the sun is starting to rise, but it's still pretty dark outside. percy looks over to you again and notices a mug in your hands, steam rising from it.

after the nightmare he had, he just needs you close. so he gets up and puts on a sweater and boots before joining you outside.

you look up when you hear footsteps on the wooden floor.

'hi. did I wake you?' you say, reaching for percy and pulling him down to squeeze into the chair next to you, careful not to spill your drink.

'no.' his answer is short.

'nightmare?' you ask, noticing the collar of his shirt that sticks to his sweaty neck.

'yeah.' he moves to get closer to you, needing to be near you.

'want to talk about it?' you say, lazily running your fingers through his hair near the back of his neck.

percy sighs softly. 'lately it's the same one.' he says. 'you're somewhere, I don't know where, I can't see you. but I can hear you. you're screaming for help, for me to come get you out of wherever you are. but there's this big guy chasing me and I can never get to you in time.'

he squeezes his eyes shut, trying to drown the image out.

'it's okay.' you say. 'I'm here now.'

'I know you are. you think I can ask any of the gods if they can stop the nightmares?'

you chuckle softly. 'it's worth a shot.'

'hey, wait. why weren't you next to me when I woke up?' he says, remembering the moment the nightmare shook him awake.

he turns slightly so he can look you in the eye, brows slightly furrowed. 'do you still have nightmares?'

'sometimes.'

'but they didn't wake you tonight?'

'no.'

'wait, so you willingly got up at the ass crack of dawn?'

you smile. 'also no.'

'you're usually up early, though. even on quests when you're exhausted but we need to go on, you're always the first one awake. perks of being apollo's kid?'

this time you laugh softly. 'no, more like downside of being his kid.'

percy frowns again. 'what are you talking about?"

'well, everyone wakes at dawn. look, will's awake as well.' you say, pointing to your cabin in the distance. 'michael is just coming back from getting his coffee. I saw lee as well.'

percy still looks confused. you're tempted to give him some weird reason and have him figure out I fit's real or not. but he might not even believe the truth.

'you know how apollo uses his chariot to ride across the sky to give us the sunrise, right?' you say.

'yeah, you told me about that.' says percy.

'well, when he does that he blasts heavy metal at a frequency only apollo kids can hear. so we can see him in the sky in all his glory.'

'seriously?'

'his words, not mine.'

percy laughs. 'that does sound like apollo, yes.'

'it's nice, tough. waking up before everyone else does. especially the younger kids.'

'hey, next time, wake me up okay?'

'I prefer to let you sleep. that's why I always get up quietly.'

'I know, and I appreciate it. but this is nice, just us.'

'us and all of my cabin.'

'well, yeah, but you're the only apollo kid sleeping in my cabin.' says percy, nudging your shoulder an smiling.

'and it better stay that way.' you say, smiling as well. 'I call dips on the shower.'

you lean in to kiss his cheek and get up, letting percy enjoy the rest of the sunrise on his own.

A/N: If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rulesHere’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please don’t repost my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love, Marit

[sonofatoasterwaffle]

I know there's a lot of people in the fandom now who didn't watch from the beginning/don't watch s1, but I just can't express to you how important it is to me. For every character.

Hen cheating on Karen is a stupid, stupid thing but it tells us so much about who she is and who she wants to be and it makes HenRen so much better because you know they FOUGHT to get there. Hen saying she's scared she isn't the woman she wants to be, and then still choosing to chase after that??? To confront Eva and to tell her that it was never Hen who tore them apart. That woman is made of iron and soft edges and love.

And Chimney? Man, Chimney is such an incredible character for so many reasons, and Madney is one of my favorite TV pairings ever, but watching that man live through being single. Trying to teach himself that being himself isn't a bad thing. That he really will find someone who loves HIM and not whatever version of himself he's created for the Girl of the Week.

Bobby is so fucking suicidal in s1 it's not even funny. That man is nothing but a ball of regret and shame and yet he STILL BUILDS A FAMILY AND HE ASKS FOR HELP AND HE MEETS ATHENA AND LOVES HER SO GODDAMN MUCH EVEN THOUGH NEITHER OF THEM IS EVEN REMOTELY HEALED. Goofy Bobby who wants to shoot the Roomba with Athena's gun and goes on shenanigans with Michael doesn't EXIST without s1 relapsing raging Bobby. Without Bobby asking Hen and Buck for help and them immediately pulling him into their arms and promising that they will.

And Buck?!?!?! That boy is such A Mess. He's an absolute Mess who doesn't really stop to think a single thought for most of the season. But when he does?? He works hard to become a person who can be relied upon. He builds empathy not only for the people around him but for himself. You start to love him when he's trying so hard to become a better person, but 1x10?? Finding the man who's been using Buck's face to catfish women-- in such a spectacular way that it very nearly blows up Buck's life--dead, and having so much compassion and empathy for him that he stabs a bloated corpse to make sure that man has dignity in his own death??????? Are you serious????

S1 is worth it man. If you haven't seen it, you should.