#i need this crossover to happen so badly

[wisefoxluminary]

Adam's death if Sam and Dean came to teach him a lesson.

You alright there Lucifer buddy? It looks like you're having PTSD flashbacks.

[dimpledpran]

“No matter what I do,  no matter how hard I try, the ones I love will will always be the ones who pay” - Spider-Man, 2002

for @asianlgbtnetwork​ Pride Month Event - Week 1 (insp: x, x, x)

[karmavongrim]

Dear Father fanfic idea

DC x DP crossover fanfiction

Fanfic idea of Danny adopting everyone. He’s worse than Batman since he does it 200% deliberately with no age nor race restriction.

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“Absolutely fucking not.”

Yeah, nope. No way in hell was he, John mother-fucking Constantine going to let this happen. Only over his dead body, which might actually be the case by the end of the bloody day if they couldn’t come up with something else other than that. And he wasn’t going to change his mind no matter how much the kid currently gallivanting as a demi-god whined. Wasn’t that a news when he found out several months ago.

“Come on Constans, we both know he wouldn’t mind. Besides what else can we do, we’ve tried everything.” Captain Marvel pleaded with the older man as he gestured their surroundings.

It couldn’t be described as anything else other than apocalyptic. A complete fucking shitshow.

Apparently a prophecy of some kind came to fruition right under their bloody noses and they were left grasping straws to try and stop the end of the world from happening. If only-

“Call him or I’ll call him John! Your choice.” Pressed Marvel who was getting fed up with the magician’s nonsense but he wasn’t bugging, no siree!

“Shut up, we don’t need his help! Just let me-” John yelled while buried head first in his spell book, desperately trying to find away that didn’t require him to relinquish the last few pits of his shabby dignity. Or what was left of it anyways. But Marvel was having non of it.

“Nope, that’s it! I’m making the call!” The red glad man shouted over the blonde brit and pulled out his personal phone which looked like it had been pulled strait out of a sci-fi movie.

This caused John to lunge at Marvel who in return floated away out of his reach.

“Are you daft? I’ll never hear the end of it so don’t even- Hey! Don’t you dare, I swear-!” They were quickly interrupted by a black looming silhouette quickly approaching them.

“I hope that you two have come up with something since you’re able to play around like this.” Batman demanded in gruff manner, man looking worse for wear just like the rest of them. Marvel swiftly positioned the dark one between him and his would-be assailant.

“Oh we did have a solution from the very start but someone thinks that we don’t need any help. His poor ego wouldn’t be able to handle it.” He told as he threw a look over his makeshift barrier’s shoulder.

“Shut your cakehole.” John hissed but was reluctantly put in place by a hard glare from mister darker and gloomier who turned to the floating magic-user.

“What is this solution exactly? Help from who or what?” At his inquiry the boy-man hero couldn’t help but beam when he began to explain what, or rather who he had in mind.

“Well I was thinking calling our-” But he was rudely cut in before he could get far.

“We aren’t calling anybody because we don’t need his help! We can take care of this on our own!” Batman turned back to the blond and was clearly at the end of his patience.

“We are running on borrowed time Constantine, if there is any chance to for us to stop this then we should take it since we don’t have any other options left.”

The two began to argue so heatedly that they didn’t pay attention to Marvel speed dialing the number he kept close to his heart. With a dopey grin he bounced on his heels while he waited for the other side to answer. After just two rings the line connected.

“Hi kid! What are you calling in for, did you get out of work already?” A jovial, baritone voice rang out which instantly relaxed the kid-not-kid hero. The all-composing feeling of warmth, protection and safety could almost be felt through the phone which never failed to make him feel comfortable and at peace.

“Hi dad! No, I’m still at work and we kinda shorta need your help. Badly.”

He could near feel the change in his father’s mood and he definitely heard it in his voice.

“What do you need? Where are you?” Came the rapid questioning. His smile never left as he thought how dad always went strait to business when it came to his family and friends. Always ready to help no matter what or why.

“Well, apparently the apocalypse is happening and we have no idea how to stop it… Can you help us? Please?” He tentatively asked as he glanced back at the bickering duo. Sometimes he asked himself if he really was the only secret child there.

“Ha ha, no need to beg, let alone ask. I’ll be there in a jiffy once I know where you guys are. Just try and hang in there kid.” Voice on the other side commented in lighter tone.

Marvel let out a sigh. He knew that everything would be okay after all.

“Thanks dad. We are currently stuck on Metropolis in it’s central, it’s a complete mess in here.”

“Everything will be fine. See you soon.” The voice chuckled and cut the call.

Yes, everything would be just fine. He turned to call out to the idiots who looked to be near ripping each other a new one.

“You two can stop now, he’s already on his way!”

He had to wince at the speed which the blonde turned his head to stare at him. Then came the familiar cursing.

“Fucking shite!”

He merely rolled his eyes and crossed his arms in irritation. He glared at the magician.

“Seriously, what’s your problem? It doesn’t have to be this difficult you know.”

Before John could comment, Batman pushed pass and stalked up to Marvel.

“Who did you call?”

He couldn’t say much before more of their fellow heroes started to trickle in. Flash no surprise being the first.

“Hope you got something up your utility belt Bats, we can’t take this much longer.” Pleaded the red speedster. He was joined by Green Lantern carrying injured Superman and ouch did he look roughened up.

“Have to agree with Flashpoint. Were running out of juice fast, and even Big Blue is out cold.”

Marvel looked at the others coming in. Martian Manhunter, Zatara, Wonder Woman, Black Canary and even Doctor Fate was there, none of them looking any better.

“Well, I’m glad to announce that help is on their way so we can all sit back and relax for a bit. This will be over in no time.” He declared brightly.

The others goggled at him like he made the most outlandish statement in all of history, minus Constantine who has decided to use this small window of calm to drown his headache in his flask while he still can.

“What the hell are you on about? What help? Who could possibly help with this!” Flash yelled out the question in everybodies mind.

“I would like to known this too finally.” Batman demanded this as well.

Seeing everybody hanging onto his up coming explanation he smirked at John who gave him oh-so-eloquently middle finder in retaliation. Well to bad, he would have to just deal with it, the big baby.

“Oh nobody too important, just the most powerful and influential being in all multiverse. Some of you might know him by his monikers like the First Champion, the Balancer, the High King and the Great One.” He said flippantly as he pretended to check his nails, trying his absolute best to hid his smug smile when he noticed Zatara and Fate going rigid and pale.

Zatara near stumbled thanks to his shaking knees. He took couple faltering steps towards the Champion of Magic. His expression mix of reverence and fear as started to whisper as if dreading that someone or something might hear him if he spoke too loudly.

“Y-You couldn’t possibly mean King-”

He didn’t get to finish his sentence for they all felt the change in the air, in the ground.

He has arrived.

Time came to a crawl, the world slowed it’s movements in face of approaching force. It quaked, it trembled, it slithered. Leak becoming a downpour, a tear in reality of sickly green opened above the group, high out of reach. What little light still had remained in the hellish landscape around them were drained as if all the world’s shadow congregated around the opening to greet its master like a deprived servant. Then a figure of black and white caped in light seemingly holy, descended from it. Even from afar they could distinguish their towering form who’s muscles failed to hide under its full-body armor. Their mountainous presence becomes more and more apparent the closer they came. What they thought as wings of pure and white was actually a cape of moving light.

Blazing green eyes as that of the tear gazed upon them from under their moonlight hair, which coupled with the iron grown of flames created figures of shadow dancing across their hardened features as if to praise their beholder’s glory.

Zatara had already collapsed on the ground in utter disbelieve. All the myths and legends were true all along.

“King Phantom.” He spoke in awe and bowed before the king as did equally shocked Doctor Fate.

“Hi dad!” Marvel yelled and dragged the laughing magician by his coat to greet their new arrival.

All of their associates looked between the clear powerhouse of a being and their red heavy hitter in utter incredulity at the revelation. Zatara and Fate near had a heart attack at the way their magical colleague addressed the mythical presence. Marvel had a father? And this horrifying existence was it? What sent them reeling even more was how the king’s responded.

With his arms stretched he lowered himself fully to gather the two smaller men in his embrace.

“Kids! Boy, when you said that you needed help bad I think you might have underestimated a tiny bit.” He joked with a toothy smile as he moved to get a better look at his more-or-less willing captees of his affection. His expression softened even more at the face of Constantine, not the others could see.

“John, it’s so good to see you as well.” He said softly and ruffled both of their hairs, eliciting a laugh from his youngest and indignant pout from his fourth oldest who tried to swat the offending hand away.

“Whatever.” John growled but Phantom didn’t mind since he could see the blush caking his scratched up cheeks.

Now this drew his attention, both of his boys were in horrendous shape and he would do something about it after his job was completed. Looking at the blood willed sky no longer colored by his green and the burning wreckage that is this dimensions earth, he knew he didn’t have much time.

“I suppose we should get this over with then. You two better get back to the Keep after this, understood.” He stated and then was gone just like that.

Now that the oppressive feeling of death and power has left along with the godly being, every single one of the heroes present turned to the two for explanation. Marvel send a pleading look towards his brother, but John pointedly turned away and began to nurse his briefly forgotten drink which was now empty, damn you dad.

Discreetly gulping his nerves down he twirled to face his peers.

“Okay, let’s start with one question at a time please.”

This caused the floodgates to open and Zatara practically jumped him in his feverishness.

“You are a son of King Phantom? The King Phantom? I thought he was nothing more than a myth! A legend told through out several histories!”

As Marvel was trying to dislodge the man he was approached by Doctor Fate.

“I too held the believe that he was nothing more than a story to strike fear onto the forces of evil and to aspire heroes of both old and new. To think he was real this entire time.” He mused, and before Marvel could say anything, Flash barged in as well.

“And what about you John? This might be the first time I’ve seen any otherworldly being be happy to see you.” He pointed at the man who chose to wisely stay far behind.

“Fuck you too!” Shouts the offended man from the back. Even if it’s true doesn’t make it any less rude. And oh look here comes Batman.

“Enough! Marvel, explain.” He demands as he moves effortlessly to the front of the pack.

“Well… you see-” Marvel stammers as he tries under the pressure to come up with something to say but was thankfully saved by the sky shifting again.

As quick as a snap the red sky was returned to its blue color, signaling the King’s victory over his enemy. Marvel smiled widely and even John couldn’t stop a heavy sigh of relieve from escaping his mouth. Good old dad, always up to any task he comes across.

“Incredible.” Wonder Woman gasped, even Lantern had to give an impressed eyebrow at the instant change in atmosphere. And while everyone was distracted by his dad’s handiwork, Marvel shimmied his way to the grumpy magician who was in progress of making his getaway.

“I think we should continue this some other time, there’s a lot of cleaning up to do and me and my bro need to do a little house call. So bye!” He called out with a wave as he was crabbed and transported to their destination before anyone could stop them.

Others could do more than blink as Batman stewed in his place. In Lantern’s arms Superman began to stir.

“H-huh, what did I miss?”

[lady-ashfade]

Blood And Pressure

Part four

Yandere!Pjo × Fem!Grisha!reader. (Platonic yandere gods) (romantic!various characters)

-♡ Chapters: Previous // Next

-♡ this is a shadow & bone slight crossover. Reader is a heartrender and that's all really (maybe more in the future!)

-♡ words: 1k

-♡ Please note that all characters are aged appropriately, so all characters are older versions of the book characters. So 17-19 characters for these, you can choose any of them really. Just that they are older teens.

-♡ warnings: short, yandere behaviors, obsession, stalking, slightly sick love, possessive, manipulative, gaslighting, platonic yandere too, blood powers, powerful powers but not godly, and future warnings when more chapters come out.

You’d like to say you could understand everything that was happening but you had not even a small clue. You sat in the big house with your bag in hand while the two adults argue over you.

“I forbid her to leave, she’s not hera’s child,” you sink back while Mr.d points his finger at you, “she belongs here, with me.”

The god fought for you to stay with him, he kept you happy and feed, even made you smile. All for someone else to claim you? It made his blood boil and you could see it on his face as he shouts.

“She’s been claimed and even if we don’t understand, it is how things have to be.” Chiron sounded disappointed but stern. Of course he would stay up for you, like he always does. He hated for you to leave but you wanted so badly to leave them and have friends and he could understand.

“Mr.d,” you step forward to the god, “I’ll make you a promise.”

“And what’s that kid?” He hated how he spoke to you but he was just too heated that he could banish everyone kid from camp.

“I’ll come visit and play cards with you every week?” You try and bargain your time, even when the thoughts made your bones tighten at thinking of being stuck like that again.

He looked down at you with a suspicious glare while he thought it over. He didn’t have a choice but that didn’t mean he liked it. So finally he let out a breath and agreed while rushing off and mumbling under his breath.

The next stop you had was weirder.

The cabin was dark and empty. Cold and you could feel your spine shiver at the lack of heat. You glanced around but found no furniture to even sit on. No one was supposed to sleep here. Hera had no half-blood offsprings because unfaithfulness was not her way, and yet here you stand being claimed by her. And something tells you all the gods had something to do with it. Mr. D seemed to be more jealous when he spoke about the queen of gods. Like she was unworthy to have you.

“I suppose we’ll be needing to fetch some essentials for your new home.” Chiron tried to sound happy.

“Don’t worry,” you hold up your arms that carried pillows as far as you can with a reassuring smile, “I’ll survive.” and truth be told your bed was the one thing you would miss about staying there.

You find yourself walking up to the firepit and staring up at the statue of hera holding her staff. The way her eyes looked…you felt calm, but almost afraid of what it would be like to look in the real ones. She wasn’t someone to mess with while even her husband feared her wrath.

“So, Chiron?” You ask. You continue to stare up at the stone goddess. “Do you know why she claimed me.” there wasn’t much hope he’d share his insight. the centaur kept quiet for a second to consider his next words wisely.

“Just as clueless to me. Maybe we’ll get some information in the morning after a goodnight sleep.” Just as you thought. Not a peep from him.

You nod and turn around and place everything you had on the floor which wasn’t much but you were glad you had all you did. Chiron handed you the blankets with a smile on his face and for a minute it looked like he was going to cry while he looked at you.

So you open your arms wide and pull him into a hug, or what you could reach and he chuckles deeply and pats your head. In all his years you were his favorite to ever walk into this camp and to guide you. To him, camp was nothing without you.

You settled in quickly while unpacking what you could to make you feel at home. You had two blankets, one on the floor and pillows on top and the other over yourself. You tried to pick a place to the fire without burning up or being too cold.

And for the first time you were all alone to your own thoughts.

“Pst” a hushed whisper called out from no where. The voice startled you as you jump forward and grab ahold of the nearest thing, your old book.

“I’m not going to hurt you. I’m a camper.” The voice had no body to go along with it making you confused. Was it one of Apollos children? Whoever they were they didn’t belong here.

“Says the person who stays hidden.”

The person in question lets out a laugh and then you see a figure appearing out of no where. A blue cap was the first thing you notice as they move their hand down with it grasped. A girl with a orange camp shirt, pretty eyes and blonde hair twisted into a braid.

“You grab a book to hurt me? Almost seems like you know me.” She smirked amusingly.

She had been watching you since you arrived at camp two years ago when she could, she grew to now you like no one else did. And now you’re out and into the camp with her she couldn’t let you walk without keeping a eye on you. You arrived with percy, another person she needed to watch so it was easy.

“What’s you name?” You ask the mysterious girl.

“Annabeth, consider me your guide from now on.” She walked further and stood above you. Her wicked smile seemed off just like everyone else you have seen.

“What cabin are you from? I heard some kids saying Apollos kids-” she cut you off by waving the hat in her hand.

“Athena.” You nod.

“And you’ll need me.” You tilted your head at her words and arched your brows. Need her? What was she talking about.

“For what? I mean I’m glad to have a friend but..” taking a deep breath as her eyes glint with something almost dangerous.

“For capture of the flag.”

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[new-revenant]

Hi! can I share some angst and weird thoughts?

TW: mention of blood and vivisection?

Imagine that the Justice League (with Batman and Constantine) or any of the other heroes summon the Ghost King/Danny Phantom (sorry I'm only a few days into this crossover and trying to figure it out) to solve the problem. But their main problem recedes into the background when a screaming and crying Phantom with scars on his body appears in the summoning circle.

Fresh wounds from vivisection.

Danny almost suffocates and realizing that he is relatively free and not on the operating table, clamps down on the badly bleeding wounds so they will heal and nothing will fall out of his body.

OR

JL calls for Danny and everyone sees the tired teenager look at the heroes in surprise with one of his organs in his hand and put it back into himself with icy calmness.

Danny literally: yo you're just in time. That was my favorite organ.

Danny tries to act as chill and calm as he can, acting like this is just a normal thing that happens. The League just share a look with each other before jumping into action, because this is their new problem now, not whatever probably-world-ending threat they were going to deal with.

One of them asks why a ghost would possibly need organs, and Danny just says “I honestly don’t need them in this form, but the government is kinda a bitch not gonna lie.”

“Aren’t you like, the Ghost King? How could the government get you?” Another League member asks.

“Well, ghost hunting technology is a thing, and I’m like a C-student, I’m not smart enough to come up with an escape plan while somebody is actively tearing me apart.”

The Justice League is regretting their decision to summon this “Ghost King,” since he might not be of much help. But hey, not only did they save this ghost teen, now they’ve got yet another problem to deal with!

But, to their surprise, Danny Phantom does indeed have the power fitting for the King of the Infinite Realms, as he helps turn the tide of the battle they were in. How could the government ever manage to capture someone so powerful?

[papyrjam]

the crossover no one asked for but (i) desperately needed: dungeon meshi/survivor

tribe breakdowns and first tribal results because you KNNOOOW falin's gonna be one of those "everyone else here deserves it more!!!" first outs. she probably beefs a section of the first physical challenge and assumes a majority of the blame despite everyone else saying otherwise

edge of extinction for an excuse to 1. make falin hang out with anyone else who gets eliminated and 2. the juicy drama of who comes back from the edge of extinction post-merge looking absolutely FUCKED UPPPP and *hungry*......to WIN

marcille also wears her buff as a little bow scrunchie around her partial ponytale ala my favorite winner, bob <3

kabru is doing amazing pre-merge forging alliances and the second the merge hits and he has to meet laius it's so joever. kabru is crazy and wants him OUT but he can't propose it without sounding like he's playing too hard. he is constantly looking for immunity idols.

chilchuck follows show rules to a T: you can rifle through anyone and everyone's shit as long as you don't steal anything! he is also constantly looking for an immunity idol. he lies about his job, his family, EVERYTHING is kept up tight during down time. BUSINESS.

so my opinion is: unless you got senshi out pre-merge, he is winning. he is just going to win just like bob. he's affable, he's capable, he's smart -- give! the dilf! the million dollars!

and finally: no matter what happens. the second that there is a food auction, a food reward, a food anything - marcille activates every cell in her body bc she wants to win so badly. there ain't many cells to activate after withering away but she wants it!!

[astrcmoni]

Some of yall need to be touched like badly. When I say badly i mean EXPEDITIOUSLY because there’s no reason that the tag needs to be flooded with this much smut. Like I genuinely want to know do yall not like nor have anything else going on besides smut/sex? I don’t shame people yk like what you wanna like write what you wanna write but like it’s so bad to where you scroll and it is nothing but straight up porn and you can’t even find a fic with fluff, angst, or even sumn just sad because nobody reads nor boosts those posts. Like me and home girl (ellie) was literally bed rotting tg because they was depressed over Joel’s death so wtf happened. it’s starting to feel like these other genres are becoming a lost art form. Like i remember just back in the day (WHICH WAS A YEAR AGO) you would go under the tag and you could expect stories, multiple plot lines, im talking betrayal, enemies to lovers, pining after one or eachother trope, fucking depression, and tension, even the throuples were good and omg dont get me started on the tlou x re crossovers. So go ahead and get that computer, pop open that twitta, and get all your juices and your needs out of your system cause the tag needed a cleanup by YESTERDAY.

[tourettesdog]

I’m replaying Stray and it got me thinking of a DPxStray crossover

Like taking the core themes and setting of Stray, but mashing DP vibes, characters, and ghostliness into it.

Warning: Stray spoilers

So with Stray the whole thing is that it's been hundreds of years in an underground city, all of the humans have died off, and in their place the robots they had as workers have gained sentience and filled the niches people left behind. You, as the little kitty cat, find the last human whose consciousness has been uploaded into a drone that you carry around in your little backpack-- together you're trying to open up the underground city and get to the outside.

So in terms of a crossover, I'd imagine that the construction of the ghost portal and resulting war with the GIW has a disastrous effect on the world. The surface slowly grows less and less habitable, long years of war that are never-ending. During this time, the Fentons get roped into a project to help build an underground city with a ghost shield-- a last bastion for humanity. It's the least they can do, considering the harm their research caused.

Danny's accident still happened in this scenario, he still fought as Phantom, but he was grievously injured and reverted into his badly-cracked core. His parents think he's long gone, while Jazz holds onto it and keeps him safe, not knowing if he'll ever reform.

Decades pass and the Fentons eventually move into the underground city they helped make. They live in disgrace, knowing they caused the turmoil that tore apart the surface and caused the death of their son. They try to make amends by lending their minds and hands to the city. When illness ravages the city, they die with regrets.

When Jazz knows her own time is drawing near, she does what she can to keep Danny's core safe as her last act.

She's watched one of the smaller cracks on his core disappear over her lifetime, but Jazz knows she won't live to see her brother made whole again. Sometimes she can sort of get a sense of him flickering around his core. Feel his emotions. Know he's still there.

Jazz finds some old tech that her parents squirreled away-- even with their many regrets, they were always proud of their research. With it, she builds a container to keep Danny in with filtered ectoplasm, hoping that it will be enough. That someday he'll come back, and that he won't be too upset she's left him behind.

Danny grows stronger over the years, his energy feeding into the technology around him. His (electric) core feeds on it as much as the filtered ectoplasm, and he finds comfort in exploring the network-- the only sense of freedom he's had in a long time.

Hundreds of years later, a little ginger cat finds its way into an underground city. The screens and tech act oddly, guiding the little cat to the backroom of an old apartment where a bright stone floats in a green canister. The cat can feel emotions and thoughts coming off of the thing. It's urged by more than instinct to knock over the container and free the stone inside.

The spectral being that floats out from the stone startles the cat at first, but then the being greets the cat gently and strokes it with a hand that hardly ghosts through the tips of its fur. A friend.

Danny doesn't really know how many years he's spent in this container. His memories are a jumbled mess, his senses addled. He feels like he remembers someone telling him that he needed to survive-- to find his way back out to the surface.

However long Danny's been healing, however, it's still not enough to maintain a fully corporeal body. He's tethered to his core, only able to project his shape for short periods of time before he has to retreat back into it.

He knows he needs to get to the surface to find a steadier source of pure, fresh ectoplasm to help him.

Danny's not really sure if he should trust a cat with what is essentially his head, heart, and soul, but... he doesn't have much of a choice.

In terms of the robots with the crossover, I feel like they could either exist as-is, or they could also be ghostly in nature. Like maybe the people that passed away in the underground city still linger, their ectoplasm imbibing into the circuitry of the robots. I imagine the mass death of the residents in the city could have created a lot of blob ghosts, and that over time maybe those blob ghosts latched onto the robots and became something more substantial. 

In terms of the zurks, I imagine that either the Fentons made one last massive mistake, or someone used some of their research (perhaps altering bacteria with ectoplasm) and it had disastrous consequences. 

[snek-eyes]

Good Omens fic recs

Hello all! Wanted to share a few of my longtime faves. These are all pre-s2, might do another with my post-s2 recs? Narrowed it down to 10, since that's the max links tumbl lets you have in a post.

Any Way You Want It

Author: Justkeeptrekkin Words: 27,500 Chapters: 5/5 Rating: Mature Mood: Vacation, soft but introspective After finally getting heaven and hell off their backs (at a cost) Crowley and Aziraphale go on holiday to a cottage in Scotland. Fluffy with fun snappy dialogue, the two really feel like best friends here! Aziraphale struggles with his tendency to go slower than even he wants.

Instructions Not Included

Author: Atalan Words: 68,000 Chapters: 13/13 Rating: Teen Mood: Detective / Gen (There are feelings but it earns that slowburn tag) My "if season 2 isn't good, this is my season 2" fic. Now, I liked season 2, but this is still SO good. After the notpocalypse, Aziraphale and Crowley start a detective agency investigating supernatural happenings together. New characters include Raphael (who totally missed the apocalypse haha whoops), and a big spooky dog (whomst I adore). Note that while this fic stands just fine on its own, there is an unfinished sequel that imo doesn't leave off anywhere stressful.

When in Rome

Author: Kedreeva Words: 4,000 Rating: General Mood: The liminal space of nighttime conversations What happens after Aziraphale invites Crowley to oysters: Wings and reading. Tentative and innocent in those early days.

the deft, sweet gesture of your hand

Author: deadgreeks Words: 12,000 Rating: Explicit Mood: Hurt/Comfort, introspection A few years after the failed apocalypse Crowley shows up badly injured at the bookshop. Aziraphale has to help heal Crowley and save them both, and still finds the time to knit his feelings.

Chemistry

Author: Twilightcitysky Words: 122,000 Chapters: 19/19 Rating: Explicit Mood: Y'ever want a side of learning something with your romcom? After realizing they might need their own corporations to heal themselves now that they're not working for heaven and hell, Aziraphale and Crowley turn on all their bodily functions. All of them. What could be a silly premise is played out very satisfyingly, the actual biology of hormones at play here is fascinating. (this is not really at all related but: has anyone else read Peeps by Scott Westerfeld? Because the format reminded me of this in that it did a similar thing of playing straight the concept of "what could cause vampires to be real" that drew on inspiration from real life parasites interspersed between the chapters. I dig it. Anyway!)

Reservations

Author: AnnetheCatDetective Words: 10,000 Chapters: 3/? (Technically unfinished, but leaves off in a satisfying spot) Rating: Not Rated Mood: Meta (Character study as story) “There's some competition for Aziraphale and Crowley's usual table at the Ritz…” A couple of miracles bend reality and, well… you ever been like, “The boys need therapy, but who could possibly give it to them?” I love crossovers where the TV boys meet other versions of themselves, this one is my favorite.

i can't say the words, so i wrote you into my verse

Author: mygalfriday (BrinneyFriday) Words: 5,000 Rating: Teen Mood: Snapshots through history "Crowley has tattoos and every few centuries, Aziraphale discovers a new one." Simple and paints a lovely picture.

By Definition

Author: idiopathicsmile Words: 3,000 Rating: Explicit Mood: Smutty but fond A night together after the Ritz fic where Aziraphale is asexual and Crowley isn’t and how that works for them. The dialogue here is positively delightful.

Bark Dust

Author: rfsmiley Words: 8,000 Rating: Mature (mostly for injuries) Mood: Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Historical Crowley is very badly injured in a battle, and Aziraphale has to figure out how to save his life.

Tell Me A Story

Author: brilliant_or_insane Words: 5,000 Rating: Teen Mood: Soft and warm Aziraphale likes telling stories and Crowley likes to listen. But when the demon is dissatisfied by sad endings and can't relate to the happy ones, Aziraphale decides to move them forward by telling a new story. (Of course, Crowley isn't entirely satisfied with the angel's perspective on that one either.)

[miscmonstro]

I’ve been seeing a decent amount of “Amity gets scooped and plopped into dc dimension” style prompts so consider: Shadow Zone Amity.

Amity doesn’t appear out of no where in Illinois, in the dc world. It’s not near Gotham/Star City/Metropolis. Instead it’s inside of Gotham (bc batman crossovers remain my interest but any city could work). 

So. Idk how many people are familiar with Transformers Prime but the shadow dimension is a mirror of the real world but in muted colors and people in the shadow dimension can see and hear people from the original dimension, however, people in the regular dimension cannot see/hear/feel/etc. anything from the shadow dimension.

I like that idea but instead of it being the shadow dimension being a mirror it’s a copy of DP’s world and instead of a one way type of perception the dp and dc dimensions remain separate… kinda.

Amity absorbs parts of Gotham and makes a shadowy copy of various places. The citizens of Amity are like, “Well. There’s a new park/office building/street/etc. I guess.” 

Gotham, meanwhile, remains the same. Physically.

Sometimes people will appear in Gotham, walking, sitting in the park, etc. But they never acknowledge anyone and can disappear between one blink and the next. If there happen to be two and they speak to each other, it sounds like static. No one can’t touch them- Gothamites go through them. These ‘shades’ are Amity people in the Gotham areas that have a shadowy duplicate in Amity. None of the Amity people are aware this is happening. 

I imagine the Gotham side of things dubs the Amity people shades ghosts XD

Anyway, on the Amity side a major ghost fight has to happen in one of the Gotham sections and so the Amity people run. Some are screaming, all are frantically trying to get away. One problem though- Ghost Zone ghosts don’t render on the Gotham side. So the Gothamites don’t see Phantom nor whoever he was fighting.

So now the Bats are desperately trying to figure out what could have spooked all the ‘ghosts’ (Amity shades) so badly because, I mean, it’s Gotham. It’s going to pop up again and bite them, right? 

I figure Gothamites can get into Amity too. If one of them passes a threshold from an area of overlap where Gotham exists in the shadow zone then they can step into Amity, however no one from Amity can see them and no one can hear them. If they get back to a place of overlap they’ll end up back in Gotham.

Maybe overtime the merging gets better/worse and things start interacting more. Roads appear and disappear on either side. Buildings clipping in and out of reality, the Amity shades being able to interact with Gotham by like tripping on things that exist in Gotham but not Amity, the Amity people seeing items move that Gothamites are moving around in their dimension, etc. I don’t know. But listen.

The court of owls needs to have one of their 13th floor shindigs and just. Amity shades everywhere. They take over all the 13th floors, making the owl associates terrified because why are all these ‘ghosts’ suddenly haunting notoriously cursed floors?? They begin to believe their own stories. Bonus if the Amity people take the coffee and that’s the only thing they can interact with from the Gotham side 13th floors so now the owl court is supplying the ‘ghosts’ coffee so they can still use the 13th floors as their meeting places in ‘exchange’. The coffee offerings are appeasement. Meanwhile Amity side people are convinced there’s a coffee ghost somewhere because these brands don’t actually exist and where else is it coming from?

The Nasty Burger and Bat Burger could overlap. Someone walks into Nasty Burger and orders Nightwings. Someone at Bat Burger walks up and asks for Nasty Sauce.

Vlads lab and the batcave could merge sometimes. Imagine one of the bats running an analysis and suddenly theres a different computer with cloning info or detailing how to cut off a ghost’s circulation to control them more effectively? Or Danny sneaks into Vlad’s lab and theres a stack of adoption papers and foster stuff for various situations (that belong to Bruce, unbeknownst to him) and is utterly horrified at the level of detailed scenarios that Vlad’s got adoption contingencies for.

[formulakatya]

ALWAYS AN ANGEL NEVER A GOD

“always an angel, never a god”

not my gif :)

summary: struggling as a figure skater, mick gives you a helping hand

pairing: mick schumacher x figure skater!reader

notes: sorry that this is unedited, i suddenly had an idea and sorry for being away for so long!

warnings: mentions of terrible coaching, slight mentions on self destructive behaviours, mentions of mental and physical health and injury, unedited work (let me know if i missed anything)

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“(y/n)!” your coach shouted from across the rink. “what is wrong with you?!”

sighing as you brought yourself up from the ice, you let out a groan. “i’m sorry.” this would be the tenth time in a row which you’ve fallen on the triple axel; a jump which used to be your strongest. “ever since the fractures, i’m not sure what happened.”

“excuses!” she shook her head, “tell me, how badly do you want to win?”

“of course i want to win!” skating over to her, you couldn’t help but feel both exhausted and frustrated. you were already trying your hardest to get back your jumps to how they used to be after multiple injuries including a severe fracture of your wrist and ankle.

holding back tears as your coach berated you, all you could do was nod with shaky breath. “i’m trying my best.”

“well clearly it’s not good enough.”

her cold demeanour and harsh words were something you had not missed in the time that you had taken off from skating, and clearly nothing had changed. if not, she was even more harsh. but all you could do was accept it, that was her way of coaching ever since you asked for her guidance when you were young, like it or not.

going into backward crossovers as you set up for the jump, you quickly switched to your forward edge before launching yourself in the air only to be met with the cold hard ice.

“go home,” she snapped.

“what?”

“go home, i don’t need a skater that’s useless like you. besides, your time is running out.”

—

“you’re back! how was training?” mick smiled, welcoming back to your apartment warmly. “is something wrong?” he quickly asked, seeing your puffy eyes.

“i just-“

“come here,” he beckoned, looking at you with concern as you tried to stop a breakdown. “what’s wrong? tell me.”

“i just,” you tried your best to compose yourself, sinking into his embrace. “i just, i don’t know why i’m not performing like i used to. i just-“ choking on your tears, you sobbed in mick’s arms as he held you in his arms. “i don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“you just came back from an injury, liebling,” he sighed. “you have to understand that you won’t be back a hundred percent.”

“but why?” you sighed, wiping your tears. “why can’t i skate through this injury when i could the others? what’s wrong with me?”

taking a deep breath in, mick paused, trying to find the right words to say as tears continued to flow down your cheeks. “have you…” he paused again. no, he couldn’t say that, figure skating was your whole life.

“have i what?”

“have you considered…y’know…retiring?”

“what?” your voice was as soft as a whisper.

it wasn’t the thought of retiring and the sadness it brought that caused the sudden change in emotion. it was the fact you had never thought of that as the best possible solution. but considering what had been done in your career, and now the repercussions you were facing because of everything you had given to the sport, it all of a sudden hit you.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to bring that up,” mick spoke, a sudden urgency in his voice.

“no, no, it’s okay,” you replied, taking a while to put your thoughts together. “maybe you’re right.”

—

looking up, cameras were pointed in your direction and journalists gathered in the room with their notebooks, you took a deep breath. “i’ve called this emergency press conference to give an important announcement.”

chatter dying down, the room had instantly gone quiet, leaving you at the center of attention. all eyes were on you and now there was really no turning back.

“throughout the years, i have managed to accomplish many things in figure skating; i have done jumps, spins and win competitions only my younger self could dream of. however, i have also put my body through many things— i have suffered from many injuries which i had chose to train and compete through…” you paused, taking a deep breath in as you felt tears well up in your eyes slowly.

cameras flashed as journalists scribbled furiously on their notepads. it was never your intention to make the announcement so soon, having the initial plan of pushing through another 2 seasons, but here you were in front of the very same crowd which you used to face after winning gold medals.

you had dedicated your whole life to figure skating, and now you had to retire from it. retirement was always something that was going to happen, and with figure skating being notorious for its early age of retirement, you were prepared to make the announcement.

but nothing could’ve gotten you ready to announce your retirement at 20– and extremely early age even for figure skating. of course, the original plan even after you started to become aware of the injury was to continue to push for another 2 seasons or so, but now that had been thrown out the window.

“…unfortunately, the consequences of it all has caught up to me. due to my health and injuries, i have lost almost all my ability to skate as i once did. i have caused both physical and mental damage to myself,” you took a deep sigh, reciting the script you had memorised at the top of your head after nights of crying over it. “it is against my wish to have to make this announcement so early but i have ultimately decided to retire from competitive figure skating.”

—

your voice was hoarse, tears flowing down your eyes uncontrollably as choked sobs filled the room.

retirement was the right decision, but still it had hurt.

after so many years of constantly showing up to the rink everyday, figure skating was almost apart of you. it was as if you had tied yourself to figure skating. of course, there was always life outside of the sport, and there was always a certainty that there would be life after skating. but you couldn’t have helped but feel like your whole world had simply collapsed.

mick looked down at you, his heart aching out of sympathy as all the emotions you had been holding back was let out upon the falling of your strong facade you had put up in front of everyone.

“i’m sorry,” mick spoke, finally finding the right words to say. “you shouldn’t have to retire so early on, you’re still so young…but i’m proud of you. i know it wasn’t easy but i’m glad you’re finally putting yourself first, you shouldn’t be sacrificing your health. sports isn’t everything.”

“i just…” a defeated sigh was let out, “why?”

you had done everything you were told to do; train hours each day, keep to the schedule, follow the diet…and yet, you would miss out on the long and successful career you had always dreamed off. heck, you’d now rather have a long career with barely any success than one that was short with an amazingly amount of success like the one you had just lived through.

“i did everything i was supposed to do and yet…and yet it ended like this.”

taking a deep breath in, mick couldn’t help but feel guilty considering he was the one that has given you the idea in the first place.

“but it’s for the better isn’t it?” you continued speaking, looking up at mick.

“it is,” he nodded, playing with your hair. “it really is.”

“at least i get to follow you to your races now,” you joked through your tears, wiping them away.

“you’ll always come first, okay?” mick smiled. “and so does your mental and physical health.”

[blckbrrybasket]

Foes for Forever: Or at least for one night (2)

Price x afab!reader (gn pet-names) 

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: enemies? to lovers, cursing, smut, mild size kink

ᴡ��ʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2.7k

ɴᴏᴛᴇ: this is crossover from my ao3 so if you’ve read this before it’s because of that!

pt. 1

You silently looked at him exchanging look’s between clouded eyes. Your heart had leapt into your throat the moment you met eye contact. A hope lingered that he would understand what you weren’t verbally saying and he did.

“You done runnin?’”

You bit back a scoff that wanted to bubble out of your throat. “I wasn’t running. I couldn’t sleep.” “Couldn’t sleep?” “Couldn’t sleep.” A deep chuckle rumbled from his chest and he looked at the ground before looking through his eyebrows at you. Feeling like you needed to say more you opened your mouth hastily, but you were cut off.

Price suddenly stepped back from the door and let you cross the threshold. You hesitated for a split second giving no time to mull over the repercussions and entered. “Are you sure about this, love?” Ah, so he had understood what you had refused to say.

“I’m not sure what you mean Captain.” You turned in a small circle just before his bed and looked at him. Price tutted and shook his head. “None of that now. We’ll have time for games next time.”

Next time. Your stomach shouldn’t have fluttered at that as much as it did, but it did with no regards to your feelings. “Think there’ll be a next time?” You smirked trying to cover up how flustered you were. Price crept closer and slipped a finger under your chin. He gently tilted your head to make you look directly at him. “I guess we’ll see what you’ve got, eh?”

A challenging gleam appeared in my eyes, one he knew too well. He walked forward again, but there was no space available, forcing you to take a step back. The backs of your knees hit the bed making you sit. “Good, sweetheart.” He practically purred.

Your eyes widened, the lighting causing the whites to shine. He ran a thumb along your cheek memorizing the curves of it. “Sweet thing,” He mumbled. It felt as though he’d called you ‘sweet thing’ a million times before and you naturally nodded in response.

The corners of Price’s mouth twitched into an effortless smile. “So docile now…what happened to all that fight?” You opened your mouth to speak once again, but he placed his thumb on your bottom lip, letting it hang heavy. “Just needed me to shut you up? Take good care of you?”

He was right, of course, he always was painfully right. Price chuckled again and kneeled in front of you. His hands latched to your calves running up your pants and back down to your shoes. “I’ll take good care of you,” He murmured. Price slipped your shoes off before placing a kiss to each off your knees. “Up.” The sudden command for you to move up the bed had you reeling. Price’s captain voice made a small appearance, but this tone was different. A dampness began collecting in your underwear and you scrambled to follow his order. “Fuckin’ needy thing,” Price rumbled.

He hungrily licked his lips and grabbed your legs tugging you close again, sitting between them. His knees nudged yours farther apart and he rubbed his thumb in circles over your pants. Even when he was commanding you around he couldn’t help, but let the sweet shine through…or so you thought. If only you knew.

You wanted so badly to make a comment then kiss him harshly with teeth clashing and spit swapping, but when he sat there so nicely between your legs your mind blanked. Price looked at the crotch point of your pants before glancing back at your face. “So fucking beautiful.” He said. “You haven’t even seen me yet,” you whispered. You didn’t intend for it to slip out in such a breathy voice.

“Oh but I will, love.” There was no doubt in his voice. Price was always so self assured in himself it made you envious. There was no sign from you to show that you wouldn’t let him though. His thick fingers ran up your pants and slid them down. You huffed quietly seeing him take his time pulling them off. A smirk twitched at his lips indicating he heard you.

“Patience, sweet thing.” The irritation that burned at your chest fizzled out, cooled by the balm of his pet name. He licked his lips, contrasting his patience with your pants he pulled your underwear off quickly. Price leaned down and kissed the side of your knee slowly making his way up your thigh. A sigh of content escaped your lips and your muscles carefully unwinded. Before Price reached your core he paused. “Are you sure?” The air in your lungs was punched out by his repeated serious question.

Somehow that question made you burn impossibly hotter. “Yes John, now please fuck me before I die of-“ Before you good finish your thought Price dove in licking a thick stripe up your weeping cunt. The movement effectively shut you up with a moan. Ever pleased with himself, Price gazed up at you, “You taste good.” His voice was filled with humor accompanied by a smile. The wide smile that disappears behind his mutton chops and crinkles his eyes.

Your hand slid down your abdomen to tug at his short hair. The action had a twinge of revenge to it, but if Price noticed he didn’t comment on it, only groaning into your pussy.

John was not a selfless man. He knew this fact about himself well, if he was selfless he would have sat down and had a conversation with you when you showed up at his door. He wouldn’t have done this, but no part of him regretted it when he was here boxed in by your muscles and eating like a man starved. Maybe he had been starved. He was a good looking man, but he was dedicated to his craft. This release of pent up energy was just as therapeutic to him as it was to you.

“Fuck me,” You groaned, arching into his mouth. “‘M gettin’ there,” Price responded. The vibrations of his words electrified your core. You keened at the feeling and at his sarcasm. Your heel nudged him to shut him up and he laughed into you. The repeated feeling sent you reeling, your hips bucking up momentarily pushing him away.

John surfaced for air, propping his chin on your inner thigh. “What? You don’t want me to taste you?” His tone gave away his intention of teasing you. He wasn’t one to joke around often like Soap or Gaz or even Ghost, but he couldn’t deny himself the pleasure of teasing you.

It was so hard not to be bratty when he was like this. “I want you to fuck me,” you replied steadily. A wicked grin split his lips again, “What’s the magic word?” This time there was no holding back the bratty energy stored up. “Please.” You snipped back. “Well…since you asked so nicely.” He said sardonically. Usually he’d remind someone of their place, but this wasn’t the time for that. Maybe he could teach you a lesson or two later.

John went for his shirt first, tugging it off to expose his broad chest. Hair adorned his chest, trailing down to connect to his prominent happy trail. Quickly, his large hands found his belt and the clinking sound cracked through the air. John didn’t miss the way your pupils dilated, or how your tongue subtly licked your lips. He shoved his pants down quickly followed by his boxers. Admittedly, you were already mentally drooling, but at the sight of his dick there may have been some actual drool.

A swell of pride burst in John’s chest at the awestruck look on your face. You were beautiful like this. You were beautiful at any time and he was tired of pretending you were not. He moved back to you hovering above you. “Little birdie forgot how to sing?” He rumbled and smoothed a hand on your head.

You slowly shook your head before picking up the pace of your action. Your shot eyes snapped back to his face from your trance. “No sir,” the programmed response slipped out. John groaned lowly and wrapped a hand around his leaking cock. “Fuckin’ hell, love.” He put a strong forearm next to your head boxing you in before nudging your legs open wider.

John lowered slowly, beginning to push his tip into your entrance. A whine left your lips at the burning stretch and his blue eyes quickly looked back at you. “I know…I know, don’t worry I’m taking my time with you,” he murmured in a husky voice. It doubled as a flirt and reassurance. “Gonna stretch you out-“ John paused before sliding in further “-nice and slow…”

You moaned and closed your eyes at the stretch. Due to past arguments, or even you being snippy right now, you expected John to start thrusting immediately, but was the opposite of what he did. John waited for you to adjust, attentively watching your face for any sign of discomfort. Under his gaze you shrunk a little bit and glanced away.

John tsked low in his throat. “No, look at me.” His hand turned your face back to look at him. Shit, you thought when your walls tightened at his words. John groaned in response, ducking his head then looking back at you. “Won’t last long if you keep doing that, pretty thing.” He could not stop inadvertently complimenting you.

Quicker than usual you nodded slowly letting him know you were okay to go ahead. John slowly began pulling out then pushing in. His cock drug across every spot perfectly, but the slow pace was torture. You whined, pressing your heels into his back to make him speed up. John smirked and picked up his pace at your silent command till he heard you making more noise.

Any presence of pain dissolved into a sweet pressure that spread to your gut. If anyone could rearrange your guts with their size, John would probably be able to. You keened under his touch feeling his tip briefly kiss your cervix. John bit down on his lower lip, grunting at the feeling of your warmth enveloping him. Unable to hold back now he began to pound into you.

You could feel your walls mold to every vein and notch in his cock and a darker part of your brain wished for him to fuck you until your walls remembered his shape. “Oh fuck-“ was all you could choke out when he knocked the air from your lungs with a fervid thrust. John growled and looked down into your bleary eyes. “Fuckin’ takin’ me so well.”

You nodded eagerly while trying to focus your eyes on him. His eyes flicked over your features furiously and he drove into you deeper, grinning wickedly when your face screwed up in pleasure. “Look at me in there.” His hand rested on your abdomen, pressing to feel his bulge. The size of him being able to fit in your tight heat made his mind spin. “Fuuuuck.”

“John..” you fashioned his name into a prayer and a praise. Intertwining his fingers with yours he let out a low groan. The sound of your cry, calling out his name, only encouraged him further, giving in to his instincts. “Can’t just-ah-say things like that, love.” You rolled your head back and looked at him through glassy eyes. “Why not?”

It was a simple question, really. You weren’t even asking it to get on his nerves and he recognized this. John realized you meant how you yelped his name holding all that meaning. His rough thrusts slowly morphed into slower, deep thrusts. “Gonna ruin me.” He grunted quietly while he thrust back in at a more languid pace. “Gonna fuckin’ ruin me.”

“Makes two of us,” You breathed out. John’s eyes screwed shut and he lowered his head to your shoulder. “Then we can be ruined together.” That sounded nice. Everything he said sounded nice now. He had a way of speaking his words like he was wrapping a meaningful gift up. Maybe it was like that to him and it truly came naturally. He was good with his words. You weren’t.

The cloud of stormy thoughts dissipated at a stronger thrust. A moan cut from your vocal cords and you closed your eyes. Your nails raked down his scarred back when his lowered position had him hitting your sweet spot. “John- John there!” You gasped out and your back arched into him.

His rough hand slid to your thigh hiking it up to position himself to piston into your sweet spot. The slow deep thrusts extracted sighs and small noises from you, but when he got more forceful again you moaned shamelessly. His heavy balls slapped against your ass causing the muscles to ripple. “Sweet thing.” John grunted when your walls clenched around him. The sound of your moans and whines only fueled his desire, his own groans of approval mingling with yours.

Burying his face in the crook of your neck, his hot breath fanned against your skin as he muttered in a husky voice, "You're absolutely breathtaking and you're all mine now. Every single fuckin’ inch of you." The possessive claim in John’s tone was undeniable.

Your hands shifted to grip onto John’s back rather than your previous method of digging your nails into his skin. You rocked my hips back and forth, meeting his thrusts. “Yours. Yours.” You repeated. You had always noticed his gaze when you were a little too close to another man, but you never recognized his jealousy until now.

John’s gaze burned with a mix of hunger and possessiveness when your eyes stayed locked on his. The words that escaped your lips only fueled his dominance as he continued his forceful thrusts, savoring the feeling of your wet warmth wrapped around him.

You were no stranger to his watchful eyes, knowing that he observed the men who had crossed paths with you. But in this moment, you were here, not just physically, but emotionally and intimately. And his dominance over you left no room for doubt or uncertainty. Leaning forward, he held your gaze with unwavering intensity, his voice a low growl as he spoke. "That’s right, mine. All fucking mine," he hissed, his pace accelerating with each passing moment.

With each powerful thrust, Price aimed to claim you completely, taking solace in the knowledge that you were his. The scent of sex permeated the air as he continued to drive into you, never once faltering in his determination to make every inch of your body tremble.

Finally on the precipice of release your eyes screwed shut. Your thighs shook from the exertion while your walls spasmed around his cock. Knowing John was causing this reaction he didn’t even mind that you broke eye contact. John hungrily drank in the sight of your pleasured state. The intensity of your reaction pushed him further to his own release.

His grip on your hips tightened, becoming more fervent, reveling in your release. John pressed his lips against the shell of your ear, "That's it. Let Show me how good I make you feel."

Behind your eyelids your eyes rolled back forcefully. Your mouth opened letting you pant like a bitch in heat. “John FUCK!” White stars bloomed in the darkness of your covered view. John’s release echoed yours, his hips stuttering as he felt your climax gripping around him.

He thrust deeply one more time when you called out his name in pure abandon. Spurts of hot come painted your insides while he braced himself above you. John groaned into your ear before gathering his breath. A few moments of silence passed before his fingers traced your face and pet down your hair.

"You did so well." he whispered, his voice surprisingly soft as he gently pulled out. You whimpered quietly and blinked looking for him. “Right here, love. Right here.” John assured, coming back into your view slowly. A dorky smile stretched on your lips making him smile in return. “I’ll get you cleaned up m’kay?”

You nodded slowly, unable to protest in your spent state. “Thank you,” you whispered tiredly. “Of course,” John replied. His lips found your forehead and he pressed a chaste kiss there. “We’ll talk in the morning, get some rest.” Once again you agreed without argument. Sleep took you easily and unbeknownst to you John kept his promise of cleaning you up, even slipping you into his clothes.

[fabuloustrash05]

Some of My TMNT Hot Takes (PART 2) 🔥

Warning: More Opinions

Part 1 Here

I don’t like that in Mutant Mayhem Donnie is not a “science guy” but instead is more of an anime and pop culture geek. I’m not against him being an anime fan (I love anime too) but I wish we saw more of his science and being a tech genius side instead of him just liking stereotypical “nerdy stuff”. If that makes sense.

I don’t like the Punk Frogs (any version).

The 87 crossover episodes in the 2012 series (as much as I did enjoy them & are great episodes) should not have happened. They leave no real impact or development to 2012’s overarching story and just waste time. These episodes could’ve covered more important things that 202 was desperately lacking like like character exploration and character dynamic development. It was just nostalgic fanservice. The arc in S5 specifically would’ve work better as a movie instead of a 3-4 episode arc in the (most likely non canon) final season.

Shinigami being Mikey’s second love interests ruins her character a bit (for me personally). That was a pointless decision that did NOT need to happen. She would’ve been our first recurring female character to not be a love interest, but nope!

People are allowed to like/ship Donnie x April in ROTTMNT (this is coming from someone who’s not crazy about April being shipped with the Turtles).

I ship Yuichi with 2012 Leo more than Rise Leo (still ship Rise Leoichi, but I just think 2012 Leoichi is way more interesting, plus 2012 Leo deserves a good love interest).

The humans in Mutant Mayhem look ugly af (I know that was probably an intentional design choice but still. It looks bad.)

I hate Raph x Casey (any ver). I’ve stated in part one that I don’t like Raph (any version) being in a romantic relationship with human characters and yes, that meant him with Casey. Not only that but Raph and Casey being a couple ruins their whole dynamic and iconic friendship I love so much. I’m all for friends to lovers but they are a line that should not be crossed. Not every friendship needs to turn romantic.

2012 Karai’s hair looks bad.

Fans often over exaggerate Rise Donnie’s character and badly mischaracterize him in fanfics and fan comics to the point it makes him feel like he’s an entirely different character.

Shinigami should have been revealed to be a villain.

Rise Donnie was just as mean to his brother as fans claim 2012 Raph was to his. Yes, they both do love their families and I’m NOT saying either of them are abus!ce (they’re not), but fans praising Rise Donnie for doing similar things fans criticize/hate 2012 Raph for doing just makes them hypocrites.

Venus does NOT need to be in every iteration of TMNT. It gets kind of annoying when fans keep on saying that she should be in all the other iterations when in truth her presence would not make sense based on the already established canon story. The only (recent) version of TMNT where I think her being included would’ve fit the best and deserved to make her comeback in is ROTTMNT.

The side plot of 2012 Karai being mutated and later getting brainwashed by Shredder was a waste of time and the most boring arc in the series.

2012 April, Donnie and Casey being in a poly relationship does not fix anything with their problematic dynamic and massive flaws with one another. I'm not saying you can't ship all three of them together, you do you! Idc But in reality their relationship would be a train wreck, that's why I personally don't ship 2012 Capriltello.

Renet is probably one of the most powerful allies the Turtles have in the 2012 series.

Rise Donnie would NOT hate 2012 April. He’d go crazy over her psychic powers and want to study them to help her explore them more.

From what I've seen so far, Leo x Usagi seems like the only GOOD ship in the 2003 series (this hot take might change tho).

Raph had the best character arc and development in the 2012 series and changed the most out of the four brothers. Next would be Leo. With Mikey and Donnie have little development (or none at all sadly).

[give-grian-rights]

Hermitcraft Fic Rec!

HELLO. i have hundreds, HUNDREDS of hermitcraft fanfiction bookmarked and living in my brain without rent. Breaking this up into categories for some of my PERSONAL favorite fics in the fandom- including categories for shipping, crossover, and worldbuilding.

Some of these fics are from 2019 but generally speaking you don't need knowledge of past seasons you should be able to pick up on just about all of them. a lot of these are mostly included BECAUSE they're older and therefore, harder to accidentally stumble upon. put in no particular order.

If your fic is on here and you'd like it removed, send an Ask with the fic, a dm, etc

World Building

The Parting Glass / To Pass The Jungle You Have To Go All The Way Around - Sekrap.

Doc has been trying to forget. He has done everything everyone told him he should do to make the memories go away. And still the jungle calls for him. / He was a monster. Then, a man. Now, a machine. Doc, once a normal Creeper, was not meant to live. Let alone become a Player. He learned to speak, he learned to fight, he learned to build. Some things stayed the same. aka- the Domestic Creeper au.

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Carpet Trick - CrazyCatMeow

You all know the double carpet trick right? What happens when that joint with a tired mad scientist meet.

Mob hybrids can't see carpets <3 extra silly and very lighthearted

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Window Pane - blueticked

Tango and Impulse discuss the brand new presence of Helsknight.

It's not a coincidence that all the evil personas have red eyes.

Tango is a Hels, struggling with self-acceptance and his place in Hermitcraft, which was never meant to be for him. in my head ALL THE TIME

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"I know" - KindaJustHere

Bdubs was used to death. He was used to being killed by his fellow hermits. He was very used to being killed by Grian. Maybe a little too much.

(This is based off Grian’s episode 61 of hermitcraft season 7 where Bdubs says “I know” and shoots himself) BDUBS SELF ESTEEM ANGST!! Griangst !!!! Emotionally fucked up Grian from YHS !!

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Hiss and Scratch - TheNerdyTurtle96

Doc is a mad scientist who isn't afraid of anything. Actually, that's not true. His only weakness is cats.

exactly like it said it is . SO GOOD AND CUTE

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For the Record - Anonymous

Tango shrugged. “Yeah, I guess I did. Xisuma’s teaching Impulse some Galactic Standard so he can cheat at enchanting or something. Apparently Xelqua’s, like, some sort of god in Xisuma’s culture? It was kind of unclear, I wasn’t paying attention when Impulse told me.”

“Huh,” Grian said vacantly. “How about that.”

oops! Grian is Xisuma's god. amazing

____ GrianMC - SixteenthDays

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Techno says frankly.

“You know,” Grian says again. “Your- Watchers.”

Techno squints for a moment before understanding visibly dawns behind his eyes. “Ohhh, you mean Chat?”

(On watchers, and Watchers.)

This IS technically a crossover but its more worldbuilding than anything else. its literally so funny. i love it

Crossover

These Days I Don't Feel Like Myself At All / Mercury (No One Can Unring This Bell) (Series Ongoing) - RoguishOne (DarkWolfMoon)

TommyInnit had died. Again. To Dream. Again. And it sucked exactly as much as he thought it would because he'd wanted to move on and have a chance to actually live this time. Seems he won't be getting that.

Then he gets pulled out of Limbo, but he doesn't wake up back in the cell with Dream or next to his bed on the server. He doesn't wake up on the Dream SMP at all.

Little does he know that this is the least of his worries.

i want to scream and cry and hypervenilate thinking about this fic series. literally cannot recommend it enough. your life will be ROCKED. THE WRITING IS SOOOOO OGOOOD . i just want to shake. i cannot put into words what this fic makes me feel.

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Shells in the Foam (a Hermit!Tommy fanfic) - Cedarwhisp21

When Dream attacks Tommy in Logestshire, Tommy runs. Badly injured, he somehow manages to slip between worlds and wakes up in a badlands biome, on a server far from home, with no other players in sight.

The Hermits are surprised when a new player logs in, and confused when no-one's at spawn. Five days later, after waiting for the new player to introduce themselves, Xisuma uses his admin abilities to access their coordinates. He takes Impulse with him to welcome the new player to Hermitcraft, but instead of the beginnings of a base, they find something a lot more concerning.

NEEDS NO INTRODUCTION. the NUMBER ONE kudo-ed hermit fic . by my beloved. and using the one of the beloved au by pertrichormeraki . its so good and im sooo glad i was here for the ride of seeing it unfold <3

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let me give you a piece of my mind - Interjection

Dream and Grian practice building for MCC, and hold a conversation in the process.

Or,

Grian gives an outside perspective on Dream’s actions. Dream is having none of it.

Grian is a fucked up lil guy <3 Dream is a piece of shit

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He would not die - Nicoforlife

If phil could save only one person from this place, that would be enough.

Tldr I made phil a watcher :)

Watcher Phil and Grian !! ! !!

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Scared as hell - Nhi_theuserof_this

Grian was one of the closest people to Fundy at this point. He wants to be honest, really, but with the rest of his family history being a total train wreck, he spends an awkwardly long time dancing around what he wants to say.

Tldr; Grian is Fundy’s uncle, Fundy comes out to him

OK SO THIS ONE. WAS BASED OFF ONE OF MY AUS but i had to include it. ok .short and sweet

It was just a game - QuasarsFaults (UNFINISHED)

Taurtis Has been on the server awhile now, he's made new friends, a really tasty toritos shop, a new job working with Concorp, and he's even made this really cool pirate rollercoaster. So why did his and Scar's idea go so wrong?

OK. so i honest to god cannot remember if this is my au or if i just partook in it. i think its my au. who knows. either way seeing this again makes me want to work on my own Taurtis-Became-a-Hermit-Instead-of-Grian fic

Shipping

heartfelt confession - mysteryguest

it shouldn't come as a surprise to iskall, he thinks, when he finally settles on a term that feels just right. and yet, it is. and it's dreadful, feeling that urge, that need to tell someone, without knowing if they would accept you or not.

at least he knows the person he can trust the most with this info is his boyfriend, mumbo.

non-binary and bigender Mumskull !!! coming out. finding identity. finding pronouns.

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I Hate You (I Promise I Don't) - BewitchingNotes

If someone asked Grian why he was relentlessly pranking Etho now that he was finally back in Hermitland, he'd say it was just for pure fun.

To Etho, it meant Grian was mad at him.

To everyone else, Grian had a huge crush on the redstone user and obviously didn't know how to communicate it.

OR: Grian just wants Etho's attention, Etho misreads this as Grian being mad at him, Grian thinks Etho hates him because of his pranks and everyone else just wants these boys to communicate properly already. Grian's love language is pranks...i love it

____ A Study Of Love in the Universe Itself - 2point5

Love had a strange meaning on Hermitcraft, where everyone loved each other. 

OR

Joe looks into the different ways he loves some of his fellow members, and what that means for him as a human.

ITS A SERIES TOO AND ITS SOOOO GOOD i love it . Joe x Cleo x Bdubs x Etho . what more could you want. and their sexualities and how they perceive love is . OAUGHHGHGGHHGHGHBHGHFHHVIJXFSHDF IUSDHIUSAHDUIA

[blues824]

Can I request The Remarried Empress's cast reacting to a Fem!Reader who has the ability to turn into a monstrous werewolf. She's very much in control of herself, she just happens to be a bit more voracious when she's in that form so as long as she's adequately fed everything's fine.

She rebuffs the Emperor's attempts to make her his mistress, she dodges all of Rashta's attempts to interact, she greets Her Majesty The Empress with the respect deserved of someone with her status, she's cordial around Heinrey, she cares little for Ergi and his schemes.

One day, two strange men appear in the palace; one is badly burnt with his skin stapled together and the other wears a hand on his face. Reader beams and cries for them in joy, giving the man with hands a kiss on his concealed face and the burnt man a sweet kiss on his mismatched lips.

She turns and thanks Her Majesty The Empress for letting her stay before going back to the men as a black portal opens up behind them. A man seemingly made of smoke with glowing yellow eyes stands there, giving those so gracious to give Reader shelter a grateful bow.

"On behalf of the Grand Commander Tomura Shigaraki of the Paranormal Liberation Front and his Lieutenant Dabi of the Violet Regiment, I, Kurogiri, thank you for taking care of our lady, Your Majesty The Empress."

With that, it's time to go home.

(I don't know what I'm doing anymore, I haven't slept in awhile; sorry)

This is actually awesome. I love writing for the Remarried Empress, and I love a good crossover

Sovieshu

You were an empress of a distant land that you would constantly tell stories of, and he knew that you being his mistress would not only get him more power, but he did genuinely love you. You, however, despised the idea of being with him. Plus, what he didn’t know was that you were already married.

Then, at Navier’s New Year’s Eve Party, you were hanging around the food table since you were starving. A lycanthrope’s gotta eat. Then, there was a sudden mist that filled the room. He pulled you behind him to make sure that you were out of harm’s way, but was confused when your eyes lit up in joy. 

Out of the mist, three men appeared, two of which seemed very angry at Sovieshu while no one could tell what the third was thinking. You ran up to the first two, and they each wrapped their arms around you.

Once the mist cleared, Sovieshu saw them clearly. One guy was made out of mist, one needed some lotion and had a hand on his face, and the last one had purple scars and staples. You placed a kiss on the cheek of the man with the hand on his face, and placed a kiss on the lips of the man with the purple scars. Oh, the Emperor was angry. 

Then, you went over to Navier to give her a hug and thank her for the shelter. Kurogiri, the mist man, cleared his throat so that he could give a short speech of thanks to those who gave his Empress proper care.

"On behalf of the Grand Commander Tomura Shigaraki of the Paranormal Liberation Front and his Lieutenant Dabi of the Violet Regiment, I, Kurogiri, thank you for taking care of our lady, Your Majesty The Empress."

His Imperial Majesty’s heart shattered as he saw you walking with your husbands (he saw the rings) and butler back through the portal so that you could go home. Before you went through, you sent him a death glare just so he would be thinking about it for years as the last thing you ‘said’ to him.

Rashta

You tried to stay away from her because you were angry at her. If you could, you would wolf out and devour her without a second thought, but you knew that it would only cause stress for Navier. Thus, you refrained… you were tempted multiple times, though.

She was absolutely disgusted at how you continued to wolf (get it?) down the food from the banquet table at the New Year’s Party. However, a mysterious fog started filling the room and a portal started to open. She was about to go to Sovieshu to protect you, but the Emperor had pulled you behind him instead.

Three men appeared out of the mist, and two of them seemed shocked that you were behind His Imperial Majesty, and the other was the one who made the portal. You pushed Sovieshu aside and went up to place a bunch of kisses on the first two guys, and Rashta was so surprised.

The mystery men were repulsive, to say the least. One had a literal hand on his face and looked as though he was being held together by the visible staples. The misty guy was very cordial as he gave you a hug. He whispered something in your ear, and you gave a nod.

You then went over to Navier to hug and thank her for her generous hospitality. You, however, ignored Rashta as well as His Imperial Majesty as you accepted the hands of your (presumed) husbands and walked through the portal.

"On behalf of the Grand Commander Tomura Shigaraki of the Paranormal Liberation Front and his Lieutenant Dabi of the Violet Regiment, I, Kurogiri, thank you for taking care of our lady, Your Majesty The Empress,” Kurogiri said, then walked through the portal behind you.

The young mistress watched as her ‘husband’ sank to the ground in despair, and her feelings of anger and jealousy grew. You had no right to march into their lives and steal the heart of the Emperor that was originally hers. But, you left without a trace.

Navier

Since the two of you were Empresses, you two understood each other, and it blossomed into a great friendship between the two of you. You understood her anger towards Sovieshu, and she was often there to comfort you when her husband wouldn’t stop with his unwanted advances towards you.

She also knew that you were a werewolf, and didn’t judge you for it. You had control over your ‘quirk’, so she needn’t worry about it. Because of this, she didn’t judge you when you stuck to the food table at the Party. But she did hold on to you when mist started filling the room.

Three people emerged from the fog, and you let out a squeal of excitement as you ran into the arms of two of the people. One had a hand on their face and you placed a kiss on their cheek, while the other had visible scars and staples and you placed a kiss on his lips.

While Navier could not tell how the mist guy or the guy with the hand were reacting to this situation, she guessed that their reaction was something akin to the scar man: relieved to have you back. Did this mean you would have to leave?

You walked back over to her, and you gave her a hug and a thank you for the generosity and kindness that she had shown you during your time in the Eastern Empire. You bid her a final farewell as you placed your hands in your lovers’ and walked through the portal back to your Empire.

"On behalf of the Grand Commander Tomura Shigaraki of the Paranormal Liberation Front and his Lieutenant Dabi of the Violet Regiment, I, Kurogiri, thank you for taking care of our lady, Your Majesty The Empress,” Kurogiri concluded, and then proceeded to follow you through the portal and close it.

So that was it… Her husband’s heart shattered, and she could see that Rashta was angry that you stole Sovieshu’s heart, but you were a good friend. A friend that she could actually connect with on a deeper level. Now, she would have to hold it all in again.

Heinrey

He had the chance to meet you at the party, and you were very friendly and cordial towards him. This is where you told him that you already knew of him being a bird since your werewolf side gave you a very animalistic sense of smell.

Mans felt exposed, but it wasn’t your fault. Your powers made you discover his secret, but you promised to keep it so that his plan to get with Navier wouldn’t be thrown out of the window. You even introduced him to the Empress as a sign of goodwill. However, the room started filling with mist.

Two men stepped out of a portal, but there was a man on the other side. They called your name, and you let out tears of happiness as you ran into their awaiting arms. The atmosphere made it feel like they hadn’t seen you in years, maybe decades.

Heinrey didn’t pay too much attention to the mens’ appearances, but rather how you walked up to His Queen to hug her and thank her for all the things she has done for you. This allowed him to get a grasp on how kind Her Imperial Majesty truly was, and he was more in love with Navier.

Then, you held Shigaraki’s and Dabi’s hands as they led you through the portal, completing their mission to rescue their bride. The misty figure lingered on the other side, and he cleared his throat to start speaking.

"On behalf of the Grand Commander Tomura Shigaraki of the Paranormal Liberation Front and his Lieutenant Dabi of the Violet Regiment, I, Kurogiri, thank you for taking care of our lady, Your Majesty The Empress,” Kurogiri said, then closed the portal.

As Sovieshu had a mental breakdown, Heinrey went to see if Navier was alright. She seemed a bit saddened, so he extended his arm out to her for her to take and seek comfort in. It was a heartwarming gesture for him to do, and he would have to write you a letter somehow for helping him get W rizz.

Kosair

He heard of you through his younger sister because she took you in after finding you in the garden, and he found you very intriguing. So, he stopped by for a short visit and he fell for you so hard and fast. However, you were quick to end it because you had two husbands.

It was as he was strolling with you in said garden that a mist started enveloping the area. He gently pushed you behind him so that he could defend you from whatever was going to appear, but that was no use because your lovers saw him touch you.

If you hadn’t been there to stop Dabi from roasting Kosair alive and Shigaraki from turning him into dust, Navier’s older brother would no longer be alive. You quickly went to your husbands and showered their faces in gentle kisses.

Kosair was heartbroken. He saw the rings upon each of your fingers, and an overwhelming feeling of sadness and emptiness overcame him. You then looked over at him, and walked over to place a kiss upon his cheek as well.

Your General and Lieutenant led you back home through the portal, when the eldest Trovi sibling noticed Kurogiri on the other side. He was a very scary figure, but Kosair felt oddly at-ease. There was no need for any guarding.

"On behalf of the Grand Commander Tomura Shigaraki of the Paranormal Liberation Front and his Lieutenant Dabi of the Violet Regiment, I, Kurogiri, thank you for taking care of our lady, Your Majesty The Empress,” Kurogiri said, then closed the portal.Oh, but what you didn’t know is that Kosair never stopped thinking about you. He couldn’t. You were the first person he ever fell in love with, and you left him. He hoped you were happy, though, back at your old Empire.

[shellbells-things]

So, I was chatting with some friends and we were discussing how, lately, the ASKS on Tumblr have been plagued with a bunch of “people” coming into our space, trying desperately to convince us that Jikook are basically estranged. It’s crazy how all over the place these ASKS are!

For example: “They have always hated each other and now they don’t have to hang out anymore. They are brothers and work friends only. They used to be a thing, but they aren’t anymore. They are cover for a real relationship. The company forces them to mention each other on social media. And my personal favorite….They’ve only seen each other a couple of times this year, they just aren’t close”.

What?! Are they stupid or something? Do they honestly think that they ONLY time Jikook (or any of the members actually) see each other is when they talk about it or post about it on social media? The rest of the time, nothing? Oh Lordy, I need something pretty to calm my nerves.

Thats better! Do these people really live in such an isolated world that they believe that the litmus test for a relationship is the number of posts on Instagram? Because that’s the standard they are holding Jikook to. Heck, I checked my own personal social media pages and saw that I’ve posted things about the people I actually LIVE WITH or that I see every single day…only a handful of times this year. So clearly, social media posts aren’t necessary for maintaining (or proving) a relationship.

We all know why that specific group of people are here. They NEED to try and disprove Jikook because if Jikook exists as a couple, then their fantasy is just that, a fantasy. And listen, they KNOW. They see it. Images of Jikook, in all of their Jikook glory, are burned on their retinas. They wouldn’t take Jikook moments and alter them (badly…oh so badly) by replacing Jimin’s face with, well, someone else’s, if they didn’t see the moments as romantic. Oh the second-hand embarrassment I get when I see those edits. Yeeeeshhh.

As for the so called “insecure Jikooker”, I can see how it happens. Listen, we used to basically LIVE with BTS. We saw them during practice, at concerts, eating together, backstage, on RUN BTS, Bon Voyage, Bangtan Bombs, In the Soop (1&2), during special content, at music shows and awards shows, photoshoots, commercials. They were much more active on social media, posting selfies on Twitter, talking in Fan Cafes, doing vLives regularly. I mean dang! It was constant. During all of that, from day ONE, we saw Jikook together. Sometimes they were quiet, sometimes they were loud. Regardless, they were always together (Satellite Jeon saw to that). Now, during solo era, we rarely see any of them together. And there is no “natural reason” for Jikook to be joined at the hip in the public eye. Before, they had reason, they had “cover” so to speak. But now? Suddenly, they share very very little about themselves. It’s quite the adjustment for fans to make and I can see how it leads to “discomfort”.

So now, I’m finally to my point! Jikook has been close for 10+ years, closer than close. They’ve risked a LOT to be together, worked through tough and scary times together. After all of the risk, hard work, and commitment, do we really, really think that different schedules would cause them to throw in the towel? Do we really think that having different work priorities would make them suddenly fall out? Really? I call BS on that. Out here in Normalville, people in relationships manage to go to different jobs daily, have sets of friends that do not crossover, even go on work or pleasure trips without each other, and still maintain a healthy, happy relationship. Couples in Normalville don’t have to post about each other regularly on social media, nor must they FaceTime all of their family, friends, and coworkers just to give them an update or their relationship status. Yet, this is the standard people are holding Jikook to. If they don’t prove themselves, they aren’t real? Wow. Harsh.

I saw this tweet and I thought it went well with my Ted Talk today. All you have to do is look at them and you know they have something special. And just because we can no longer see them as often, it doesn’t change the fact that their special relationship still exists. Just look at them. LOOK AT THEM. I feel confident, based on what we HAVE seen during this solo era, that Jikook are the same as ever. They are just having to travel down a new path together. And an actual BONUS for them, I think, is that they are getting to have a lot more privacy than they have had in the past. Anybody who says different has their own agenda and I, for one, don’t plan to give them any of my attention.