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[sentient-rift]

Dimensional Bonding: Kai and Peni 1 (Featuring TurboMan and SP//dr)

"So you're a mechanic and a superhero? That is so cool!"

"Aw, it's nothing special. Besides my telepathic link to SP//dr, I'm just an ordinary girl."

"But you get to save the city with your awesome mech! I'd say that's pretty special!"

"Well, what about you operating Turboman? I'd say that's just as special as me and SP//dr. You helped saved the Net just like we saved the city!"

"Whoa... Hearing that from a superhero is a real honor. I kind of makes me feel like a superhero, too!"

"You said it, Turboman! Just imagine going on a mission with Peni and SP//dr! I bet we'd make a great team!"

"Hey! That would be a pretty cool combo! Here's to hoping RiFT will have us team up in the future. I look forward to working with you two!"

"And it'll be an honor teaming up with you and SP//dr!"

(Peni and Kai's friendship increased!)

[fangswbenefits]

For Science

𓂅 𓄹 Summary: There has been a rumour circulating in regards to Miguel’s venom. It has to be too far-fetched, right?

𓂅 𓄹 Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x spider-woman!reader

𓂅 𓄹 Warnings: 18+. Fangs. Biting. Venom!play (is that a thing?).

You eyed Jessica Drew with utmost interest as she worked her way around Miguel’s surveillance station, easily dragging files in and out of the multiple screens.

“Why do you get access to his stuff and I don’t?” you asked as sudden jealousy crept in.

“We go way back,” she started, pulling some information to her watch. “You’ll get there in time…”

Your ego soared.

“… if you don’t keep annoying him.”

It immediately plummeted.

“He’s easy to piss off,” you beamed. “And I’m easily entertained. What can I say? Match made in heaven.”

She chuckled at your antics. “Just don’t get yourself expelled.”

You nodded and waved your hand dismissively. “Yeah, yeah. So have you heard that rumour about him?”

Jessica finished setting up her watch and mission logs and threw you a suspicious look.

“Well… the one that says his venom does more than causing paralysis,” you wiggled your eyebrows, letting the not so subtle implication dangle.

“You know what? One day Miguel is going to kick you out and I won’t do anything about it.”

“What? I didn’t come up with this!”

It was absolutely true. You hard heard it from some spiders one night while strolling throught the lobby. Rumours came and went. No one thought much of them and these were just harmless fun.

“Well, I’m not commenting on this.”

“Fine! But it’s fascinating.”

Jessica sighed, rotated on her feet and went down the stairs. “You can go ask Miguel, then.”

“Ask Miguel what?”

You froze in place as spider-man 2099 entered the dark room, eying both of you.

“Oh, I’m out,” Jessica snorted, heading towards the exit. “You two have fun.”

Miguel kept his gaze on your and you waved a hand at him.

He frowned.

“Lyla, reroute all the main sectors to earth-1610,” he said, pressing on his dimensional travel watch. “Any possibility of a canon event being disrupted must be reported to Jessica.”

The AI appeared next to him and adjusted her heart-shaped glassed up the bridge of her nose. “Is she tagging along, too?” she pointed at you.

He shook his head. “Not a chance. She’s more useful here.”

“Hey!” you were about to protest, but decided against it.

You knew there was a compliment in there somewhere. Your past missions had not gone without some minor bumps, which was why it had been decided the previous day that you’d tag along Miguel for a couple of weeks to hone your off-field abilities.

“Anything major must be reported to me.”

Jessica nodded but Lyla was not so easily dismissed. “I didn’t hear you say iiit.”

Miguel rolled his eyes. “Thank you for your services as always, Lyla.”

She took a dramatic bow and vanished.

He took large steps towards the platform, greeting you with a curt nod.

How would you describe your relationship with Miguel O’Hara? Tense? On the verse of collapse each time you teased him? Friendly? But only when you didn’t have to spend more than one hour together.

“Morning to you, too, boss,” you saluted.

He let out an exasperated sigh as he checked the screens in front of him.

Maybe you should go easy on him. You were already on thin ice, but just adored pushing him. There was something about teasing him that just did wonders to you.

“Did you sleep well? Did you get some food?”

“Don’t start getting on my nerves.”

You raised both hands, feigning a look of innocence. “I did nothing. You’re paranoid.”

His head turned to you.

“You do have an issue obeying the chain of command. Your last mission was a disaster, because you got into an argument with Peter instead of focusing on the anomaly — don’t interrupt me!” he said pinching the bridge of his nose as you were about to defend yourself. “You have much to offer, but you’re also all over the place and lack discipline. I don’t think you—”

You gave him a jaw-popping yawn which effectively cut him off.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Am I boring you?” he asked, voice dripping with sarcasm. “You do know that I was pressured by others to let go of you.”

A long pause stretched out.

“Then why didn’t you?”

In your mind, you had hoped your growing friendship with him had played a part, but…

“You have potential,” he said with a sigh. “One day you might even be better than me.”

Well, that was a high praise and your spine snapped straight instantly. “Really?”

“Maybe… probably not,” he concluded. “But if you keep your focus and work hard, you will be a very skilled spider.”

You rolled your eyes. “Woah, thanks a bunch!”

In truth, you knew Miguel was trying his best to smooth over your bruised ego, but your pride got the best of you.

“Any questions you have, just let me know,” he said reassuringly while glancing at the screens in front of him.

“I can ask anything?”

“Yes.”

“Sooo… have you heard that rumour about your venom?”

It was too early in the day to be so serious, so you genuinely saw no harm in lightening the mood.

He threw you a side glance. “Be specific.”

“Well… that it can cause extreme pleasure,” you blurted out. “Oh, besides the paralysis thingy,” you quickly added.

Miguel turned to fully face you. “I don’t even want to know where that came from.”

Deep down, you felt a pang of disappointment. It would be such an interesting finding.

“Ah, so it’s not true.”

“Probably not.”

That piqued your interest. “Probably? So there’s a chance? It’s just so fascinating, because you’re already so different from the rest of us,” you started rambling not able to hold back your enthusiasm. “Now this is just an added layer!”

You were a scientist at heart and Miguel was pretty much an outlier when it came to being a spider-man. For months you had been trying to let him agree to you running some tests, but to no avail.

In all honesty, Miguel knew his way around science and the inner workings of biology better than you could ever, so he had no reason to indulge your curiosity.

“How do you do it? Is it the same venom or a different one?”

“Why do you want to know?”

“Science, remember?”

It was a half truth, though. Yes, this would be mind-blowing science-wise, but this was also about Miguel O’Hara. The very man who had been guiding you through spider society for months. The same men who whose genius and dedication had built the foundations of the spider society.

He now had both hands on his hips and you figured you were already pushing it too far, but enjoyed doing it too much to stop now.

“Can you just tell me how it works? Please?” You clasped your hands together into a beg, hoping it would be enough to bait him for information.

But Miguel remained unfazed.

“No.”

“I won’t tell anyone,” you offered expectantly.

He didn’t budge.

“Please, pretty please?” you tried once again.

Nothing.

“I’ll bring you empanadas every single day from now on,” you enthused. “On demand! Whenever you have those cravings. Two in the morning? Check! Canon event disrupted and universes imploding? Check!”

Miguel quirked an eyebrow. “Do you ever shut up?”

“Is that a yes?”

“No.”

“Just show me how it works,” you sounded desperate by now. Arguing with Miguel ranked high up with the likes of trying to move a boulder with a wooden fork. “How did you get it to work?”

His eyes to widened slightly. “Show you?” he started out. “Are you asking me to pleasure you?”

Now that was probably on your top three of ‘Things you never expect Miguel O’Hara to say’.

“Oh — I mean… well… what?” you stammered, caught by surprise. “I didn’t — you know… huh…”

He only glared at your babbling self.

“Are you… offering?”

Miguel extended his arm to you. “Give me your hand.”

You panicked. “What? Now?”

“For science, right?”

Point taken.

You hesitated momentarily. “You’re not going to paralyse me, right?”

“Do you want me to?”

You offered your hand for him to grip, flipping it palm up. “No.”

“Then I won’t.”

Miguel’s voice was so flat he could just be reading items off a grocery list.

His gloved fingers traced the heel of your palm and his eyes darted down. You held your breath at the sight of him lowering his head. “This might sting.”

And just like that, you watched in complete awe as Miguel O’hara bared his fangs, slowly raking them across your skin before digging into the flesh.

“Ouch!”

Your stomach turned and your heart fluttered as his warm lips grazed the spot he had just bitten. Two circular and symmetrical openings pooled with a tiny amount if blood.

“So? Do you feel a wave of intense carnal bliss?” Miguel asked, straightening up and brushing the droplets away with his thumb.

You merely stood there, waiting for something — anything — to kick in. But as tense seconds ticked by, it was evident nothing was happening.

“No…”

He shrugged, letting go of your hand to tap his watch. “Ah, well. My pleasuring abilities must be below par this morning.”

You scowled at him and considered smashing his arm with a fist. “You could have just said it was all a lie!” you grunted in sheer annoyance, feeling like an idiot. “Now I’m bleeding to death.”

“You’re not going to die.”

“You’re annoying,” you huffed as you checked the bite marks.

“It’s not a lie. I can indeed inject an innocuous version of my venom that can be quite pleasurable,” he said.

“Then do it!” you said, your temper flaring.

Miguel wasn’t one to take orders. He was much more into being the one to call the shots, but your curiosity was eating you alive now that he had revealed that this rumour had some truth to it.

He was now looming over you, his impressive height adding to the tension. “It depends on where I inject the venom. Certain places are more effective,” his voice was uncharacteristicly low as his eyes landed on your neck. “This is just scientific curiosity, right?”

Your mouth had gone too dry to reply, so you just shrugged. Miguel had you taking a few steps back until your lower back hit the railing that lined the platform, causing your hands to clasp around it reflexively.

“Tilt your head.”

You did as you were told and felt his fingers tracing along your jaw, angling you just the way he wanted.

“Hold on tight,” he said, breath now fanning the prickling skin of your neck. “Tell me to stop if it’s too much.”

Feeling your face heat up from the sudden close proximity, you closed your eyes as if embracing for impact. He pressed his lips to your pulse point before digging his fangs slowly into you.

Your mouth dropped open, aghast, and you finally felt it. His venom poured from the fangs and into your bloodstream, spreading through your veins like wildfire. At first, it was just merely a pleasant sensation, like the one you’d get as you finally drank water after a hot day in the sun.

But it soon turned into something else, and unlike water, the new overwhelming feeling was leaving you thirstier with each thump of your racing heart.

Miguel had his hand on the back of your neck, keeping you in place. He moaned first — no, he grunted —, and you felt a jolt of almost painful pleasure shot down your spine and spread between your thighs.

Your grip on the metal surface wavered momentarily and you feared you might fall, but were firmly grounded by his other hand on your waist. It didn’t take long until your clit started throbbing in unison with your heartbeat.

“Miguel… this… this…”

Suddenly, your suit felt too tight and in the way, especially once he pressed lightly into you.

The venom was no longer being injected, but the remnants of it were enough to wreak havoc throughout your body.

“It’s just for science…” he growled, pulling his fangs away from you. “Does it feel good?”

You didn’t dare open your eyes and could only gasp when you felt him push his erection into you.

“Yeah… science… or whatever…” you gasped, feeling yourself being pushed over the edge with each second that passed.

Just when you thought your orgasm would hit you slowly, Miguel tilted your head to the side, exposing the intact skin.

You gripped his wrist as if holding on for dear life, fearing you’d explode. “Again?”

“Your body is neutralising my venom too fast,” he rumbled, lips hovering a sensitive spot. “I need to inject more.”

“Miguel…” you nearly cried out at the thought of your heart no being able to handle the intense pleasure.

“Look at me.”

Your breathing evened briefly as you did as commanded, his red eyes fixed on yours, pupils fully blown.

“Think you can do this?”

You blinked.

“I know you can take more.”

Your clit was now throbbing at an alarming rate at the promise of more of him.

Miguel flashed you his blood-tipped fangs before sinking them into you once again.

The liquid traveled through your body so fast, you felt like someone had punched the air out of your lungs. You vaguely wondered if you would die from this, and concluded that there were worse ways to go.

Being on the receiving end of Miguel’ dry humps would be enough to make anyone tip over the edge, let alone with the added layer of venom engulfing you into an explosive orgasm.

Your vision blurred in an instant as spams and contractions swept through your body. The friction of his clothed cock rubbing against your clit had you arch your back into him, feeling the bittersweet realisation that you were clamping around nothing. You weren’t sure if this was his venom’s doing, but you felt an overwhelming part of you wishing he had been inside you.

It hurt.

It hurt so good and lasted for so long, you like crying from the overwhelming tide of pleasure.

Miguel gave you time to ride out your orgasm, pressing a bloodied kiss to your lips, swallowing your cries.

Metallic taste filled your mouth and you broke away from him, gasping for air.

Your eyes landed on his crotch.

He was hard. Painfully hard. A faint stain of precum seeping through the material of his suit.

“You okay?”

You bent over, hands on your knees and laboured breaths.

“Are you?” you managed in between gasps.

Miguel crouched to eye-level with you. “I think you owe me one.”

“Yeah…” you nodded, swallowing hard. “Thanks for the… scientific… huh… demonstration.”

Masterlist

[allyallyorange]

Master Post for Ateez Adventure Time AU

Ok let's get into it! I'll be adding to this post whenever I post anything new for the AU! I'm going to try to organize everything so that it's in chronological order of the story! There are a few arcs I've got planned too so I'll try to make everything as clear as possible haha

(also I do my best but sometimes I confuse myself with exact ages of the characters and exactly like. what time of year things would take place, but think of it like any CN show we grew up with - time is seemingly an illusion if I don't think about it too much...)

Also!! Thank you so much to everyone who has said they enjoy my au!! you help me stay motivated! I'm having so much fun drawing this stuff ♡

Lineup for ref:

Good to know points about the AU:

Universe A = main universe

**this au is inspired by Adventure Time. I'm not using main characters from AT, just using the general vibe of the show and some plot points and character points (ex: Vampires drink the colour red)

Universe Z = no magic universe

Ages at the beginning of the story (approximately):

Seonghwa - 1000 (physically 25)

Hongjoong - 2500 (physically 25)

Yunho - 24

Yeosang - 850/900 (physically 24)

San - a little over 100 (physically 23)

Mingi - a little more than 600 (physically 23)

Wooyoung - 23

Jongho - 22

**characters who are "immortal" age about 1 year over the course of 100 years (SH, HJ, YS). San and Mingi are not immortal but didn't age due to other circumstances (in hell time works differently, and MG was frozen for 600 years)

List of Spotify playlists if you're interested!

Misc doodles dumps that include things from pre/post/main story and idk where to put

Character lineup plus other doodles

Hongjoong and Mingi (they're bros)

Character lineup for final battle

Pre-Story (Universe A)

Seonghwa Logs

Pieces of the past

The star and his flower

Slipping through my fingers…

Hongjoong and Seonghwa meet

Big Brother and Little Brother

First Demon Prince Show

Glasses required

Wooyoung summons a friend

Sleepy Heroes

No Ice Demons in the Workshop

Seonghwa + Yeosang, Hongjoong + Mingi profiles

Jongho + Yunho, San + Wooyoung profiles

Pre-Story (Universe Z)

2ho and Mingi playing video games

After School

Spider-Man 3

Cold Hands

Wish You Loved Me

Cousins

Hyung’s Glasses

Motorcycle

Yunho The Human

2ho Universe Z to A

Main Story

Living in the forest

Jongho and Mingi doodle

Afraid of nothing, Afraid of everything

Yeosang meets team Woosanho

The story of The Beast (as told by Wooyoung)

Hongjoong meets Jongho

Team Hongjoong arguing as always

Almost tolerable

Don't kidnap people unless you're ready for friendship??

First meeting: Fire and Ice

First meeting: Yeo meets team Joong

Sharing mom

Upgrade!

Cold hugs

San and Mingi hug

Hongjoong isn't scary. MG and YH becoming friends again?

Ouch! Hot

Wooyoung and San's room

Sleeping on the shed (Hongjoong and Seonghwa)

Yunho's photos

He wants to join...

Vintage shirt

The Boy and The Beast

Cool scars (Jongho)

Summer Boys!

Beach episode

Chill day

Big bro Little bro

Hey, Joong!

Post-Story (Yeosang arc)

Dimension hopping with friends (lineup)

Somewhere in another dimension...

Universe V

Evil Yeo doodle

Sorry Princess

Heart to Heart

Out of Time

Post-Story (Mingi arc)

The End of The Beast

Hugs

[ismellbitches]

Albatrio headcanons because I say so (all canon btw trust me I’m grizzlyplays)

Jay:

- she braids hair when she’s nervous. Especially in the Black Sea, Gillion and Chip have been walking around with little braids in their hair and Jay has an intricately braided bun with feathers, beads and wire intertwined with her hair.

- she loves baked goods. Every island they visit a small, wrapped box of regional pastries will show up in the kitchen. Her favourite has been a warm, iced cinnamon log from Joaldo.

- She reads the newspaper.

- She speaks primordial with a similar accent to Caspian. Since the water genasi are so nomadic, it would make sense for her to have teachers breeze through on short contracts to support their tribes, so she picked it up from her various teachers.

- she had a flower garden with Ayva before she passed. The garden became Jays passion project, a way to cope with the loss of her sister. She converted it into a memorial, with a small fountain and a bed of forget-me-nots. While Jay has been out at sea, May has been using some Druidic magic to keep the garden alive.

- she used to have cat named “Sugar”. It turned out to be a Quasit belonging to the local warlock.

- Jay collects sea glass

- she has aphantasia.

Chip:

- he has frequent nightmares about his crew and co-captains dying. It is not uncommon to hear quiet footsteps around the Albatross in the wee hours of the morning, as he checks the breath of each member of his crew.

- He doesnt remember his parents. But he has given them names, in his head, just in case they didn’t give him up. He’s told Reuben about that. He called it dumb. Chip never told anyone else.

- he has a stash of non-perishables in the floorboards of the captains quarters. Just in case.

- sorry these are all so sad but hhhhh he has body dysmorphia. He’s never felt “good-looking” and no one’s ever really told him, so he has a lot of anxiety about his appearance and uses the bandana constantly. This was made worse with his undeath.

- May cooked Chip a steak when they were at her tavern c.a ep 98, to help him and Jay decompress after the stress of Gillion’s near-death. It’s the best meal he’s ever eaten.

- He loves crabs. They remind him of when Arlin used to take him crab-spotting in the southern sea beaches. When they got back to Canella, Chip took Ollie too.

- Reuben used to teach him sea shanties he’d heard in and around the taverns by the port on Skullslice. He remembers all of them.

- there were a good 3 years from when chip was 9-11 where he wasn’t hugged once.

- he’s really good at darts.

- Chip has cried in front of four people in his entire life: Arlin, Reuben, Jay and Gillion. He has only ever really lost it to Reuben though. It was on his 14th birthday when he momentarily forgot what Arlin looked like.

- he has a lip ring. That’s it.

Gillion:

- Gillion would love Spider-Man.

- he really enjoys spicy, fermented, and salty foods. They remind him of home.

- Gillion didn’t talk for 3 days after shattering his Callnch.

- the elders wanted him to learn more languages, but it was a struggle for him to pick up common, so they abandoned the idea. Gillion still tries to learn celestial though, managing some very broken phrases from Chip.

- He loves pillows, but they can’t really be a thing in the undersea, so hes been working with Jay on making a waterproof pillow for him and pretzel.

- His coral gives him headaches.

- He suffers from asthma and joint pain due to the change in his environment

- Gillion had a small collection of mini stone leviathans he had been carving his entire life. He was almost done with Pelegus before he was exiled

- he has a love of history. It was his favourite subject growing up.

- He had so many imaginary friends.

- he and Edyn made up a secret language to communicate to each other without the elders knowing. He remembers every word.

[otts-the-verminqueen]

SBG Headcanons!

I'm making this because it'll put some context into the first snippet fic that I'm going to be putting on here later today. These are all very random. There is no linear thought process to any of these. Lol.

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Ashlyn

Prefers hot coffee over iced coffee.

If someone scares her while she's asleep, she will kick them. (Pay attention to this one. Lol.)

Favorite fruit is apples. Mainly because they're easy to eat on the go. (She runs late a lot.)

She has accidentally shut her own braids in doors on multiple occasions, and each time she does, she thinks about cutting them off.

Aiden

He was always a night owl, even before the Savannah trip, but the trip and the phantom dimension have only worsened his already terrible sleeping habits.

He either hugs something in his sleep, or tosses and turns a lot. Has accidentally smacked and kicked people in his sleep before.

Has broken/sprained his legs/ankles multiple times in the past doing risky tricks, and despite this irritating Ben to no end, he still manages to convince Ben to carry him around so he doesn't have to use crutches.

He once tried to slide down the stairs in his house on his mattress. It did not end well.

Ben

Often drums his fingers/pen/pencil against whatever surface he can while he's listening to music.

When he's unsure of what to do in certain situations, he'll copy whatever Aiden does (as long as it isn't something risky).

Once hit Aiden in the face with a pillow so hard that he made Aiden's nose bleed. (Aiden drew on his face with a marker while he was asleep.)

He sleeps like a log and will not move once he's asleep. He once scared his aunt into thinking he was dead when he first started staying with them.

Logan

He has an interest in gene splicing, especially in plants and bugs.

He knows many different herbal remedies. And if given the chance, he will go on for hours about the best plants for herbal remedies of various sorts.

He loves hot tea, and is practically an expert at steeping the best hot tea.

He has no fear of spiders. He will go and pick them up and let them crawl on him, and he knows which types of spiders to avoid and which ones are okay to mess with. (He has saved spiders from Tyler, who tries to kill them on sight.)

Taylor

Loves tea, hot or cold, though drinks more iced tea because her brother doesn't like hot tea.

Hugs whatever is within reach when she sleeps.

Terrified of spiders. She screams if she sees one, and she has fainted when one touched her once.

She used to do a lot of birdwatching, and even has old notebooks that were full of notes on different birds she liked. She doesn't go birdwatching as often anymore.

Tyler

Similar to his sister, hugs whatever is closest when sleeping.

Hates hot tea, will only drink iced sweet tea.

Kills spiders on sight because of his sister's fear of them. (How dare they scare his sister?)

Doesn't mind snakes, and has even caught a few random wild snakes in the past. (Taylor does not like snakes very much and refuses to touch them.)

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And that's all I've got for now. I may come back and do a ship headcanons post for my favorite ships eventually. For now, this is all there is.

[streaminn]

Masterlist!

Au's are listed from light to dark (in tone):

Blanket - Wednesday is a solitary prickly raven, it doesn't stop the nightshades from wanting to be friends though. When finally allowed to see the apartment, nightshades meet the hulking beast of Wednesday's roommate who isn't afraid to curl up in their murderous friend's space to sleep. It wouldn't be too surprising if Wednesday didn't just as easily initiate and reciprocate the affection.

Fluffy asf, Enid walks around in a blanket in the mornings and set in college with nosy nightshades.

Streamer Enid - Wenclair are married! Wednesday is a world renown horror author and actress. Enid is known as Endespair, an outcast streamer who simps over Wednesday Addams.

Post canon! Usually fluff with secret identity + social media shenanigans

Coffee (started by @theblackwolfalpha) - Enid's the owner of a coffee shop nearby. Lowkey looks like a front for a drug shop and Wednesday is the ceo enamored with the owner coffee. But being enamored doesn't stop the fact that Wednesday always looks ready to kill someone and now Enid's a worried worker.

Fluffy asf, theyre adults and Wednesday is awkward to hell and back. Enid's just vibing and working, wondering if weds is a serial killer

Demon Baby - Enid finds a demon baby in college, gets bonded with said Baby and Wednesday is the demon out to kill the baby. Somehow they end up living together and playing house.

Fluffy asf with suggestive works bc they're adults and lowkey married

She's the man - Enid is a sheltered teen who has to crossdress as her brother for reasons and attends nevermore for senior year. She figures herself out and ends up growing closer to how she is in canon! Wednesday has a crush on Enid, actually everybody has a crush on enid because she's nice. Wenclair is endgame though.

Has omegaverse themes for werewolf lore. Crack treated seriously

Hockey Enid - Wenclair meet one time as children in the winter. They grow close until Enid has to skeddadle away. Wednesday teaches Enid how to ice skate and now they're both grown ups pining over their childhood sweethearts. Enid thinks Wednesday hates her for leaving, Wednesday is simply awkward and really loves Enid. She loves her enough that she writes hockey RPF about a self insert and Enid. Enid finds this out and tries to court Wednesday with the fic as a reference.

Wednesday is a figure skater with Divina and Enid is hockey player with Yoko, they meet again because Yokovina are dating

crack treated seriously + mutual pining with misunderstandings

Jericho Online - Wenclair are childhood friends who met in this mmorpg game. Enid ghosts Wednesday for reasons as a preteen and in basic Wednesday fashion, grows a grudge because her digital wife straight up abandoned her. Adult Enid is a college student studying criminology and ends up logging in after so long. Wednesday is a streamer who was live when this happens and the two reunite in game after years.

Mutual pining and petty Wednesday, featuring a downbad chat.

Addams Twins - S1 except Wednesday has a twin, Cairo! Except she's a normie and oop, isn't that cute? they both seem to have an interest for one silly werewolf. Too bad a serial killer is on the loose but when has that ever stopped them?

Rather silly right now, mostly fluff and lowkey not taken seriously

Isekai - Enid gets yeeted into an isekai world as a preteen, she has characteristics of a werewolf similar to canon and fucks up the storyline by making the addams family more socially aware. Enid is a little shit of a butler and wednesday is an spoilt princess who wants her to herself.

Lowkey crack treated seriously with mutual pining wenclair

Parasyte - its a damn au, idk how to explain this. Enid gets smacked with a curse where her wolf instincts/negative feelings get manifested as this little symbiote-esque creature named Nine. She has to play impulse control while having a crush on Wednesday.

Spider Enid - Enid is spiderman. She goes by Beast to enemies or Fluffy to children. Wendesday is black cat stealing addams artifacts to make sure it doesn't land in bad hands. Enid has a crush on wednesday since they were children and Wednesday knows that Enid is spider man, she takes that opportunity to tease her with the mask.

Pining wenclair set in highschool with secret identity shenanigans.

PJO - Being a demigod is damn tiring but surprisingly Enid is alive at the ripe age of 30 smth. She has a lil found family and a cafe, so she's happy and oh? Whats a goddess doing here? Wednesday is the goddess of death and Enid is the reincarnation of her first love.

Slice of life, found family and a fuck ton of angst in Enid's backstory but overall pretty chill

Reincarnation - Wenclair are reincarnations of Goody and her beau Rosaline. Enid is haunted by nightmares and Wednesday keeps getting way too fluffy dreams of a smiling werewolf. Enid is all the more clingy to wednesday because she helps her sleep better.

fluffy, bother to lover wenclair with dark undertones but nothing too big

Military School - Post canon, Enid gets sent to a military school after imprinting on Wednesday during the hug. It takes a year or so until they get a chance to reunite but both are different. Wednesday is all the more open to make up for enid's absence and Enid wilting into a shadow of herself at the loss of Wednesday.

They meet again at an international outcast school tournament and Enid is distressed because Wednesday looks like she forgot about her. So she's bitter and plans to win the tournament to prove a point. Wednesday is lovestruck and simply happy to see Enid.

Friends to enemies? (more bitter rivals on enid's end) to lovers wenclair. Omegaverse (non sexual), dehumanizing and violent themes with focus more on werewolf lore

Tongues & Teeth - Post canon, takes place in the second semester after the nevermore break. Something happened to Enid during the winter and she's different when she comes back. All you need to know is that Enid wants Wednesday and she'll do anything for that.

Mutual pining wenclair but neither of them know. Dark themes are more prominent here.

Bodyguard Enid - Wednesday doesn't come back after season 1 and Enid is distraught because they're mates + separation anxiety. A decade passes and Enid is given the opportunity to guard Author Wednesday. Alot of pining, longing and pretty angsty in Enid's end.

Adult themes like violent thoughts, horrible coping mechanisms and more are here

Streamer Wednesday - same nevermore years as streamer enid. Wednesday streams herself writing and outcasts are more feared so now chat is worried about the werewolf lurking around in the back.

Wenclair are in a codependent relationship so there are adult + serious themes

Eldritch Farm - Enid and yoko are women set in medieval times who wake up to a life where they have wives. It freaks them out but they're rolling with it. Enid is a farmer, yoko is a winemaker.

Adult themes here because eldritch beings are terrifying. Usually hidden by fluff and slice of life.

Devotion - Enid is stuck at home, Wednesday is an eldritch being tethered to enid. Enid is going insane with every ritual she has to do but she's in love so likeee

Adult and dark themes, Wednesday is crazy

Stalker Enid - Enid admires wednesday alot, enough to start taking pictures to appreciate this new addition to her life. Enid is lowkey insane but wednesday is surprisingly into it. Enid is also a touch delusional.

dark themes for obsessive behavior but wholesome for some reason. Delves into how Enid didn't mean for it to escalate but it does bc that's just how stalkers are.

Scent Blind - College wenclair set in omegaverse. Enid is a beta built like an alpha. She has the equipment but she can't leave the marks nor has the same amount of virility. Wednesday is an omega with too sensitive of a nose. They're friends with benefits because wednesday says she wants the heat to pass faster, Enid agrees because its better to be intimate with wednesday then nothing.

sexual acts and themes, set in omegaverse but alot of feels and sentimental thoughts

Priest - Enid is a holy apprentice/priest and Wednesday is a demon. Wendesday wants to corrupt Enid and Enid wants to hold hands with the new pretty girl in town

not that dark, but it sure is sexual because wednesday is using lust as her main form of temptation before changing tactics the closer they get

Ortegaverse, otherwise known as Enid x... Ships are in order from when it happened:

Can also include just content with Enid x character!

Enid x phoebe - in junior year during winter break, Enid stays in nevermore due to straining family relations and meets phoebe a year before babysitter: the killer queen happens. They get close and Enid gets her first girlfriend and first heartbreak because phoebe leaves without warning by the time the new year comes.

Enid x tara - in the first semester break of senior year, Enid spends the time in new York where she gets decked by Tara after being confused for one of the ghostfaces tailing her. Short yet intense romance that lasts about a week or two where Enid goes through the shit in scream 6 with Tara. They couldn't work out because Tara had things to sort out and she didn't think it would be fair for Enid.

There's like, a whole debacle nearing the end of senior year where phoebe and Tara goes to Nevermore to see if they can have a chance with Enid but we're ignoring that so i can explain the rest of the ships.

Enid x Wednesday - after graduation, Enid spends the summer with the Addams in their manor. It's there that she gets really close with Wednesday, however feeling guilty because she's free loading, she runs away to gather as much money she could to pay them back. Wednesday is not happy with that and thus starts a chase that Enid is not even aware off.

Enid x vada - a few years after Enid decides to skedaddle from the Addams, she stumbles across a coffee shop and meets Vada. They end up rooming with each other for a bit but they both had their own issues and Enid is still sore about free loading and thinking that she isn't worthy to basically barge in someone's life like this.

Enid x lorraine - after the whole Vada fiasco, Enid is running low on money and stops by the day farm to recuperate for a bit before leaving. She somehow gets roped into being their farm hand and she ends up growing closer to the Day family's daughter, Lorraine. Except... This is in nowhere of Houston and outcasts are still seen as demons to most normies. After the events of X, Enid is once again on the run after she turns to save Lorraine

Enid x Mabel - twenty five and on the run, enid stumbles across drug dealer Mabel. On the run from the darker sides of life, the two get married!! they're very very healthy and actually have a child named May!

Everything is totally okay from here onward

[bleue-flora]

I agree! Cc interactions in any lore can be interpreted as c interactions too. C!dream sat there eating ice, he has merch, he made the song road trip while in the prison, he dated George, he’s a stripper, he and everyone has twitch, he made prime church, he scared his sister with a spider in a car and cut her hair, the dialog where he interacts with Sam in mcc was also canon, mcc is either canon in general or it’s a seperate au (though I always imagined it as c!dream dreaming of the event after being imprisoned)

lol I mean yea something like that… I just can’t help but think about Tubbo’s line in the finale ‘he’s really good at the game’ referring to whether they can kill Dream since he’s so strong and that is a choice of words and Tommy says to Fundy in the early days too that Dream ‘doesn’t play for fun’ he plays to win… seems weird to me ya know. Blows my mind in a way, the comments of ‘logging on’ and stuff is kinda ingrained into the canon too but also… that hurts my brain to think about…

Love the thought of the mcc scene being a dream, makes sense to me, honestly could be Sam’s or Dream’s to be fair…

What scene do we think the snake speech is?… is he reciting that in the mirror?… or something else…. I have so many questions…

[znarikia]

So, I've gotten every piece of Father Dolmayan's writings in the game and, in the context of NG++ they're really giving me Thoughts. Rambling under the cut.

He was in Contact with a Coral wave for an indeterminate yet prolonged period of time at an indeterminate point in his life. This Contact seems to have been brought about by his consumption of Coral, most likely as part of his food since the RLF relies on Coral-fed mealworms for sustenance, per a log at the BAWS arsenal as well as the first of Dolmayan's writings. This lines up with ALLMIND stating that the Rubiconians also exploit the Coral, eg as a food source on an otherwise barren planet.

Regardless of the source of his Contact, his partner was a lot like Ayre. She had a feminine gender presentation, inasmuch as a Coral wave has a gender presentation, sought symbiosis between Coral and humanity, and ultimately respects her Contact partner's wishes with regards to that. Additionally, she and Ayre both have a nuanced view on humanity's use of Coral. Ayre, while seeming horrified or disgusted by the Sea Spider's use of Coral as fuel, never comments on Raven deploying with a Coral generator and even deploys with one herself on the occasions she pilots an AC. Indeed, if anything she seems sad that the generators put Coral in harm's way, given her reaction to the destruction of the Ice Worm as Coral voices being lost. Dolmayan's unnamed Contact partner reassured him of the Coral that "there will always be plenty" as he imbibed it.

Now where it gets interesting is that Dolmayan was, at some point, in a position to initiate Coral Release yet did not. In his words, tragedy would befall the world of mankind if he had went through with it. And if he didn't go through with it, well, he was from before the Fires of Ibis so it's possible that not going through with it led to the collapse, depending on when these were written. Regardless, this puts into context why he would attack Raven at Xylem and call them a threat to Rubicon, even if they had consistently sided with the RLF when given the option to do so. In NG++ Raven is, in all likelihood unless you have them choose another ending again, pursuing something that Dolmayan believes would cause tragedy. And that's just interesting. Raven and Ayre take his and his partner's place as being the catalyst for Coral Release, but go through with it instead.

When Raven goes through with Coral Release, they're washed into the Coral flow like what nearly happened at Watchpoint Delta but now the Coral has been released into space, uncontained. But is that symbiosis? It looks like consumption but from the other side, new waves being added to the Coral tide. Or maybe it isn't, maybe it's humanity's works combined with Coral's reach. I dunno. I keep going back and forth on how I feel about that ending.

[veryace-ficrecs]

Social Media Fic Recs

One of my guiltiest and pickiest pleasures in fic are twitter fics! This list is made up of some of my favorite in the category, including socials other then twitter.

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

The Martian:

The Mark Watney Report by AsperJasper - Rated G

Space Pirate-Ninja @MarkWatney nasa must agree with me if they only censored my f*uck a little bit last time i tried to swear at martinez they replaced it with an emoji

Space Pirate-Ninja @MarkWatney this is what power feels like: making some poor person at nasa decide which curse words are appropriate to be tweeted out over work wifi

You Know You Have a Permanent Piece of My Medium-Sized American Heart      by tricatular - Rated T

“Hey Hermes!” The ambient suspicion level in the Rec ratcheted up significantly. Kapoor was disturbingly cheerful. “We’ve sent you some mission updates in the data dump, but Mitch and I wanted to personally let you know—” Mitch visibly rolled his eyes in the background. “—That thanks to some…strong suggestions from the White House, and on Annie and Director Sanders’ recommendation, we’ve started releasing Watney’s Mars logs to the public.”

Marvel:

Caption That by maddo - Rated T

Peter’s Instagram had been pretty popular since Instagram’s account noticed and reposted one of his photos, an impossible angle of the New York skyline (thank you Spider-Man) and was floating at around twenty thousand followers.

Then suddenly, @pparker was in the top 100 most followed Instagram accounts.

Just a bunch of little anecdotes regarding our favourite spider and his Instagram account, feat. a meme-tastic Tony Stark.

The Life of Spidey (As Seen Through A Spider-Man Fan Account) by hi_im_jared_19 - Rated T

Spidey-is-a-disaster @chaoticgoodboy

Disclaimer: I appreciate Spidey stepping up to help others. If more people acted like him, the world would be a better place. He is undeniably a good person. That being said, he is an entire human disaster, and I’m here to prove it.

OR

Spider-Man's rise to popularity through the lens of a random twitter account dedicated to his dumbassery.

the conspiracy kids by tempestaurora - Rated T

Series: 3 Works

in which peter, harley and ned ask the all-important question: WHO IS SPIDER-MAN? 

one mask at a time by natelette - Rated T

Spider-Man is unmasked, and the world reacts.

Or how Peter, the internet, and the entire world deal in the wake of Mysterio’s video. Spoilers for Far From Home.

DC:

The True Identity: Bruce Wayne by November_Clouds - Rated G

makayla | sc mkyla457 @mkyla456        lmao watch him go off        [attached: Video of Bruce Wayne in business casual clothes screaming as he charges towards The Penguin brandishing a long black pipe. Behind him is the main center for the Martha Wayne Foundation, front windows shattered and reception desk on fire. The Penguin looks Scared.]      

After a tweet goes viral, people think they've finally figured it out. The real identity of Bruce Wayne.

Red Hood.

(social media fic, based off that tumblr post)

Gotham Online by julidoesnotwrite (notjuli) - Rated  T

The Waynes and the Bats as seen through social media.

gotham : a conspiracy thread by noahfense (orphan_account) - Rated T

ti(i wanna die)m @nightwingsass

the real reason Batman hasn’t responded to my conspiracy thread is because he’s jared,19,

-

in a world where Jason Todd didn't die and Tim Drake has parents that actually care about his wellbeing, Tim runs a popular batfam stan account and his followers convince him to start a YouTube channel.

Yuri on Ice:

Night is Young and the Music's High by opalish - Rated T

"Best press conference ever," the Japanese Nationals silver medalist says when asked.  “Ten out of ten, would medal again.”

"I would die for Katsuki-kun," Minami declares, with terrifying sincerity.

  On ICE!!! by Watermelonsmellinfellon - Rated M

The first time Katsuki Yuuri saw Victor Nikiforov perform, he realized he had a great desire to see figure skating in a video game. In fifteen years, his dream is realized. Little does he know that Victor's attention has been caught by the very game he unknowingly inspired. So ensues the cutest meeting ever and the relationship that follows.

Love Born in the Eye of the Storm by ScribblerQueen1 - Rated T

After a snowstorm cancels their return flight and all the hotels are overbooked, Yuuri decides to detour home to wait it out. He offers to let other stranded skaters stay at Yuu-topia, he just didn't know one of them was Victor Nikiforov. 

(i'm) the boy you'd die for by jenmishe - Rated T

v-nikiforov ✓

[Video: A short clip where Victor is laying dramatically on the couch with miserable expression. “Heartbreaker” by Marina and the Diamonds is playing.]

13,481 likes

v-nikiforov✓ Am I the another one? (((

vitYASS victor,,,, honey,,,, i lvoe you so much,,,, but WHY are you like this.

red-blue-gay but??? does that mean that somebody has broken victor’s heart???? I DON'T UNDERSTAND

christophe-gc ✓ You’re ridiculous.

starsaregay But who recorded it?? Makkachin???

vityathebabe user @starsaregay asking the real question.

--- The adventures of Yuuri "Heartbreaker" Katsuki, or: how Yuuri became known as a cold player full of himself who doesn't care about anyone. (Hint: it's an anxiety and obliviousness.)

Haikyuu:

Framing by Fayah - Rated M

At age 22, Kozume Kenma had millions of subscribers on youtube, one blissfully fucked out Hinata Shouyou on his bed, and a plan. 

conflict of interest by zukushou -Rated T

“If you are familiar with the world of D-1 volleyball, chances are you’ve heard the names Hinata Shouyou and Kageyama Tobio. Both twenty-four-year-old athletes are famous for their skill and athletic prowess, but they’ve recently become household names for their intense rivalry.

Early this year, Hinata Shouyou signed onto the MSBY Black Jackals as a wing spiker after a two-year stint in Brazil, playing beach volleyball. He was an unknown in the V-League, but he quickly proved himself with his defensive skill and incredible jumping height and speed.

It wasn’t until the fateful Schweiden Adlers vs. MSBY Black Jackals match just yesterday that viewers came to the realization that Hinata Shouyou was the long-awaited rival of Kageyama Tobio.”

OR

Kageyama and Hinata are married. The press seem to think that they’re hostile rivals who despise each other.

On Great Rivalries and General Dumbassery by NocturnalNights - Rated G

It's not exactly that they were hiding the fact that they had been married for about 7 years now. It's that no one seemed to have caught on yet.

Or: Kageyama and Hinata may have forgotten to mention one very important part of their rivalry.

Good Omens:

 it's a new craze by attheborder - Rated T

CROWLEY: I try not to make a habit of gratitude, but I must give our appreciation to everyone out there who’s been listening and subscribing to The Ineffable Plan. AZIRAPHALE: Ooh, yes, we’ve become quite popular, haven’t we? CROWLEY: Yeah, just hit number eight on the advice charts … No advertising at all. AZIRAPHALE: Mm. How … miraculous. CROWLEY: … Aziraphale. You did not.

***

Crowley and Aziraphale are very possibly the people least qualified, on the entire planet, to start up an advice podcast.

But what else is there to do when the world isn’t ending anytime soon, you’re technically on indefinite sabbatical from your lifelong careers, and you need a plausible excuse to spend more time with your best friend who you’re definitely not, absolutely not, maybe just a little, actually maybe overwhelmingly in love with?

hear that bell ringing (but won't get the door) by Rivran - Rated T

Social media: 1 Aziraphale and Crowley: 0.

These could all be read standalone, but it’s better if you read them in order. No, yeah, you should definitely read these in order. Each story features Aziraphale and Crowley, with a supporting cast of human characters for that sweet sweet outsider POV.

It (movies):

Retweet Verse by plinys - Rated T

Series: 12 works

A collection of post-It Ch2 fics that are a mix of domestic Richie/Eddie and social media interactions from all the Losers.

Buzzfeed Presents: 10 Times Richie and Eddie Tozier were Very, Very Married by kyaticlikestea - Rated T

Stanley Uris @surisaccounting I was going through my most recent photos and came across this nice one of @richietozier and @etozier at their wedding last week. Congratulations to the happy couple. They’ve never looked better. [attached image is a photo of two penguins arguing]

Richie ‘My Husband is Also A’ Tozier ✔ @richietozier replying to @surisaccounting Hey @surisaccounting take down that tweet or I’ll keep doing this [attached image is a photo of a Common Potoo, which has been incorrectly labelled ‘Crow’ in Comic Sans font]

Buzzfeed makes a list of all the times Richie and Eddie Tozier, beloved husbands of the Internet, were incredibly married. Perhaps unsurprisingly, it isn't a short list.

Nicest Celebrity You've Ever Met? by atomicteaparty - Rated G

Richie Tozier is a loudmouth guy who can’t be kept down by any woman at all! He’s a party animal who’s constantly meeting new people and living up the party lifestyle… or at least, that’s what his onstage persona is.

What if people who’ve met him realize he isn’t the same guy in real life?

Or: Some people talk about how Richie Tozier surprised them on reddit

14 Reasons Why Richie Tozier and His Husband Are #relationshipgoals by robin_hoods - Rated M

Get yourself a man who looks at you like Richie Tozier looks at Eddie. 

areas of expertise by dudski - Rated T

The Exoneration of Richie Tozier by Blissymbolics - Rated T

COMEDIAN RICHIE TOZIER VOLUNTARILY CONFESSES TO STRIKING AND KILLING AN ESCAPED CONVICT IN WHAT MAINE AUTHORITIES ARE CALLING A JUSTIFIED HOMICIDE IN DEFENSE OF ANOTHER

Tozier reportedly struck the assailant on the back of the head with a blunt object in defense of his childhood friend, Michael Hanlon, a librarian who lives in Tozier's hometown of Derry, Maine.

I killed a clown. AMA! by liesmyth - Rated T

I (39M) got stabbed twice today and now I want a divorce. Help?

Or: the one where Eddie is on Reddit.

October 14, 2016.

@PuzzleStan is:

-A puzzle enthusiast named Stan (44%, 3553 votes) -An anonymous stan of puzzles (44%, 3602 votes) -A puzzle enthusiast named Stan who is leaning into the wordplay (12%, 969 votes)

Misc - For Fandoms with only one fic:

#thatjacksonkid by The_German_Grim_Reaper - Rated G

Fandom: Percy Jackson

Following an episode of Buzzfeed Unsolved, several twitter users do their best to uncover the truth about Percy Jackson.  They get surprisingly far.

 Mr LAFD Updates Man by hammersmiths - Rated T

Fandom: 9-1-1

Series: 2 works

Eddie mans the LAFD Twitter account. Buck tries to be supportive.

Audience: 822,000 and Homeland Security by WerewolvesAreReal - Rated G

Fandom: Leverage

Hardison starts a live-stream for Dragon Age to show off his new mods. And he kicks ass. But his viewers are actually a bit more concerned about the angry guy in the background of his videos, and the blond chick who keeps peering through his windows.

"Is this some kind of performance art," asks peskytroll341.

Actually Me - Eddie Munson by Savi_Yoi - Rated G

Fandom: Stranger Things

This idea was bouncing around my brain at 3am so I just had to write it down.

Eddie is a famous musician. Gaining fame through the 90s with Corroded Coffin. Him and Steve have been together since 1987, but they were always very private about their relationship. Steve is like a cryptid in the Corroded Coffin fandom, with very little information about him, and very few pictures. Eddie is promoting a solo album in 2021, and Steve is pulled on camera to do a silly interview with him. They're about 54/55 in this fic.

This is the transcript of that interview.

[user-needs-new-hyperfixation]

It's Too Damn Hot

Listen, I need to be in a one-room log cabin that I built with my own hands.

It is in the woods, but I fear no man or beast. The crackling of brush in the dark is only companionable; deer and foxes and raccoons and coyotes alike making their peaceful midnight commutes, happy to ignore my rough walls.

The gaps between the logs are filled with moss and daub.

The floor is packed-down dirt, strewn with rag rugs I wove from worn-through clothes and sheets.

The tiny wood stove is well ventilated and runs hot. I have ample wood stacked beside it, magically free of spiders and centipedes.

The bed is a sturdy wooden frame that gives structure beneath the down-and-moss-filled mattress. It is huge, taking up a quarter of the cabin, and heaped with heavy quilts and fluffy pillows.

Outside it is -7 degrees Celsius: no colder and no hotter. There are no windows and the door is bolted, but I know it was snowing earlier and that there will be inches down by the morning.

I burrow down amidst the quilts, surrounded by three or four purring cats. A huge dog lays snoring across the doormat, keeping watch.

I have no asthma or allergies: I never wheeze or sneeze at the smoke or the down or the pets or the moss.

Civilization is close enough that I can easily get to it, but far enough away that I do not hear its clatter or see its lights. There are people I love and who love me not too far away, but in the night I am alone.

Alone. Not lonely, though.

The fire is banked low for the night, and the air in the cabin cools. It is warm only beneath the covers, and purring lulls me to sleep.

When the dog accompanies me to the outhouse in the hours before dawn, the clouds have cleared, and the snow is crisp and crunching beneath my sturdy boots, and the stars are a vast expanse of blurring and twinkling lights peeking through the treetops. A doe in the yard has turned her head upwards towards them, and I wonder if she knows awe.

The water in the washbasin is spring-clean and ice-cold. The warm bed is even better when my fingers and nose feel half-frozen in contrast.

In a few weeks, I will tire of winter, and daydream of heat and greenery.

[baejax-the-great]

Winter Prompt List

A writing prompt list for anyone to use ♥❄

Slipping in the slush and falling on your behind

The snap of ice under your feet

The absolute misery of wet socks

Introducing a friend to the concept of snow angels

Sledding down a hill face first

Bundling up in layers until you can barely move

The smell of apple, cinnamon, and butter on the stove

Picking out the perfect ugly sweater

Huddling around watching a lunar eclipse while passing around a flask

Catching snowflakes on your tongue

The sunrise/sunset making all the snow glow pink and orange

Late winter madness when you haven’t seen the sun in ages

Having the snowman you spent ages on get knocked down

The early morning silence of a newly blanketed landscape

A local pick-up game of hockey with esoteric rules

Getting way too competitive over building gingerbread houses/snowmen/cutting snowflakes from paper

Huddling around the space heater because someone is stingy with the heat

A beautifully knitted pair of mittens that just don’t fit

That pit of dread in your stomach when the weather report includes the term “wintry mix”

Getting snowed in

Getting snowed in in a city that doesn’t have snow plows

Finding a spider on the log you grabbed to put on the fire

Having all the snow melt and finding your favorite missing glove

Toes that just won’t warm up

Getting the hell out of dodge (tropical vacation to remember what the sun looks like)

Watching fireworks in 0-degree weather (F or C, your pick)

Getting beamed in the head with a snowball

Learning to ski/snowboard from someone who has done it all of once

Shoveling snow

Shoveling snow only for your neighbor’s snowblower to undo all of your work

Ice skating in an outdoor pond/lake

Icicles melting in the sun

Eye glasses fogging up when coming in from outside

Refusing to leave the warm nest of your bed

The scent of soup/stew suffusing the whole house

[silvurs]

i have finally managed to log back in here, and just in time for my edmund muse to go through the roof. so this is a rather specific au that's been rattling about my head , which i may or may not attempt to write a multi-chapter fic for if people like the concept.

introducing a slice of life , casmund one shot ( only 1.3k words ) , set in my edmund pevensie spiderverse , snow!spider au . a03 link above if you'd rather read it on there.

A soft, breathless “hey” brushing against his ear, is a nice way to wake up, even when his eyes are too heavy, pressing down like concrete. And he might be worried, might have felt the sharp spark of panic wilting his way through his lungs at the thought, an echo of dust, and cracks, and the weight of half a building crushing against his bones. Might, if not for the thumb brushing over the edge of his jaw, smoothing along his cheek to rub the edge of his eyebrow. 

The rich depth of warmth, like stars sinking into the dark, fizzles along his skin just enough to bring him to the surface. Not the sharp, jagged edges, clawing for the surface, (ice ice ice) tearing at the water hoping for air, no. It’s the soft, dazzling surface of heat pressing against his back, and the faint scent of honey lingering in the peck against the corner of his mouth. 

“Hey,” he murmurs, mouth dry, throat scratchy, eyes fluttering into the blissfully low-lit room, deep embers of the lamplight shaded and soothing. “What time is it?”

“Just gone midnight,” Caspian’s voice is tender, apologetic as a noise reverberates from his throat - not a whine, but discomfort creasing along the lines of his forehead, eyebrows knitting together hazily. “I know, but you should take another dose.”

“I’ll live without it.” He breathes, as much as he can between the cotton stuffed in his head, which grows more apparent the longer he’s awake, fighting for his focus with the faint buzzing in his head. 

“You would, miserably.” Caspian sighs softly, air slipping over his neck, “Take it, for me?” 

His chest swells, like hot butter seeping into his skin, traces of cinnamon where his ribs should be, held up by a sponge rising in his chest. Sponge indeed, as a deep cough lurches up his throat, like moss clinging to his lungs, spelling out in a harsh, wet jag. A warm hand rubs over his back soothingly as his muscles tremble, and he sags backwards into the propped-up pillows with a reluctant groan. 

“Mmmh.”

“Thank you.” 

There’s a teasing edge to Caspian’s voice that he wants to rebuke, but his chest aches, and he settles for pressing his palm into his breastbone. The thumb returns, lightly stroking the side of his face, as a shiver fumbles through his spine. 

“Open your eyes, love.”

When had he closed them? 

Edmund drags his gaze up from the soft grey covers of the duvet bunched over his stomach, to Caspian, in matching loose sweatpants, propped up on one elbow with that gentle, all-knowing smile, an ember where the earth joins the roots of the tree’s, basking in a golden dawn.  

“Hey.” He repeats, half a smile, and Caspian rolls his eyes fondly. 

Sometimes it was like everything he did was fond. Not like Peter, who watched him like the ground would fall away, and he was too far away to reach, those bright blazing blues drowning in themselves. But more like, even when they were fighting, Caspian’s face marred with deep, weary lines, knitted in frustration and lips pressed tightly together, even then, he’d push a sweater towards him because somehow he always knows when Edmund has forgotten one. 

“Take them.” 

It’s firm, dipped in amusement, and Edmund searches for the glass of water on the bedside table, as Caspian leaves the little pastel red capsules on his lap and climbs up off the bed. He swallows with difficulty he doesn’t want to admit, ( and a silent prayer of thanks to Aslan , because lord knows , his metabolism burnt anything mundane up like it was a melting spec of snow ) a choking cough into his wrist, a steady thumping rattling around his head and a frown that was definitely not a pout. 

“Here,” Caspian returns, padding into the room in bright red socks that Edmund knows are pulled high up on his shins underneath his joggers, holding two mugs. “Tea for you, sire.”

Edmund snorts, and groans, taking the mug between his hands with a grateful glance, a shiver rippling along his shoulders as the hot edges pulse through his skin, and Caspian finally climbs in properly, shifting under the sheets until their shoulders are pressed together. 

“How was work?” He sniffs, steam rolling up off the tea, watering his eyes, and he sniffs again, as it aggravates the buzzing in the back of his head. 

“Not horrible,” Caspian hums, “I would have been back sooner - bless you - but Jill almost blew up a lab.”

Dark eyes that seem to swallow him whole, down to the jewels of his soul, as he jerks forward with a second sneeze, smothered into the crook of his elbow, just managing not to spill his tea. 

“Blew up a lab?” Edmund blinks, rubbing a hand down his face. “Which lab?”

“Almost,” Caspian corrects, passing him a tissue, palm smoothing over his thigh for a moment with a gentle squeeze. “She was trying to replicate your webbing in the intern lab.”

He thinks that should probably be a bigger cause for concern, but it’s Jill Pole, and his head was thumping too loudly to make room for any fleeting panic.  

“Rather Jill than-” He swallows hard, name pressing like shards into his throat and he breaks off with a shudder, coughing thickly into his elbow. 

“Drink your tea.” Caspian says quietly, lips grazing the side of his head once more, hand coming up, pressing into his curls, and his skin tingles at the contact. For once, he does as asked, pressing the faded blue mug to his lips and barely holding back a moan of pleasure as honey soothes, caught in the tang of lemon that beats away any notion of it being too sickly. A soft chuckle muffled into his hair, and he suspects he hadn’t held that back as well as he thought. 

It was easier than he thought it would be, draining the cup until his eyes flutter hazily with tiredness, and his throat isn’t as nearly as dry as before. But it’s not until his cheek is pressing into sturdy warmth and soft fingers brush against his hair that he realises he’s drifting off, head resting on Caspian’s shoulder. 

Edmund shifts, guilt stirring in his stomach as a soft murmur rolls over his head, chatter he had not heard, like a listless bird in the wind, just as cold as winter roams outside. 

The irony, a bitter aftertaste swirling through his stomach, that he should be in his element and yet, one night too many between falling snow drenching his suit and harsh cold winds, or rain dowsing his hair in early morning starts towards the History block if he ever wanted to become a Professor, somehow it was snow that had taken him down. 

Perpetually damp, that’s how it felt, no matter how warm the suit was, and desperately cold. It was too reminiscent, too close, like painful shards of memories tugging at his hair until it stings his scalp and blurs into his head. He never wanted to be that cold again. 

“Ed,” a flush of warmth as Caspian’s chin rests on the crown of his head. “I can hear you thinking.”

“Sorry.” He mumbles, closing his eyes, pressing closer until he was in the warmth of Caspian’s neck, and that musky cologne, faint glimmers of nutmeg and the rose petals of his hair. An arm wraps around his side, solid, stable, a faded kiss.

“Go to sleep, love.” A shiver of a different kind, chest warming, fingers curling into Caspian’s shirt. “I’ve got you.”

He sniffs, pressing his feet against Caspian’s sock, clad ankles, and tries to push the chill from his skin. 

( “Did she manage to-“

“Ed.”

“Sorry.” )

fin . 

[quixoticrobotic]

Two Jaeris thoughts:

What if the youtube landscape he came from was less like our 2012 angry critic youtube landscape and more like 2016-2018 leftist video essay youtube? So everyone used colorful lights and had weird art references and Jaeris was part of a popular meme like "What notes are we allowed to use, Ben? Fucking A-sharp?" Like the hbomberguy meme here?

And maybe the reason that Jaeris's friends weren't compatible with his universe was that they were from different mediums/biological makeups? I mostly just want him to have fought alongside a Spider-noir style figure from ink and paper drawings lol, maybe his first dimension hop looked a bit like Take on Me?

Ooh, maybe one of them had fire or ice powers because their bodies worked on a different liquid than water? Like if their blood was mercury, they could have a sustainable body temperature much lower than ours and maybe that could be a weapon of theirs? I dunno, superhero logic lol.

Jaeris posting has been incredible, thank you so so much for all your posts and how thought provoking they've been and for all your content about comics show and hadestown. You're spectacular!✨️

do we even know if The Magnificent 9 (in the Tragic Video Logs jaeris says "this like the magnificent 7 but theres 9 of us!" ive literally taken notes on this) were critics, is the thing i think of the magnificent 9 as like, jaeris' comicrew? like theyre just a bunch of guys. like they can have cool costumes and backstories and know how to to magic or be tech geniuses but they're all just kinda. people.

the blending of completely outlandish sci fi and magic stuff and the domesticity of a found family who just like. live in a house has always been a HUGE part of what makes at4w so charming to me? the idea of them being like. just a group of weirdos who have each others backs is really compelling. plus then you can really lean into jaeris and linkara being ~foils~ like. guns and sorcery places such an emphasis on "boy i sure i am glad i have my friends, i'd be a mess without them!" and then you have jaeris. who does not have the luxury of a wacky found family to rely on when the going gets rough. thats just!!!!! OOH MAN! LOVE THEM PARALLELS!

(also we know that 2 of jaeris dead friends were named Evette and Tanner, thats another thing i caught during re-watch)

[shivunin]

🙤 Unusual OC Associations 🙧

I forgot I was working through my OCs with this lol. Two more after this. Consider this a tag if this is something you want to do, too :)

Salshira Lavellan

Seasoning: Cinnamon, nutmeg, and clove

Weather: Windy—not the kind that steals your hat, but the playful kind of wind that skips fallen leaves down the street.

Colour: Russet brown—a color that seems almost red in some lights and definitely brown in others; the color of leaves about to fall in the autumn.

Sky: A cloudless sunset that makes the whole world seem a little extra golden for a whole.

Magic power: Fire; the kind that reminds one of the crackle of logs in the hearth when it’s chilly outside, and the kind that catches frighteningly fast in dry grass.

House plant: One of those touch-sensitive ferns that folds its leaves in tightly when brushed with a fingertip

Weapon: A staff carved of warm mesquite wood and inlaid with brass, flashy in direct light and sturdy in the hand.

Subject: Communication; she is the kind to sign up for it because it’s supposed to be easy, only to find that it’s a concrete way of thinking about things she already does. (she uses these skills as like, a bartender who talks people through their relationship issues because a nine to five is not her style)

Social media: Probably Insta. Careful perusers might notice that despite the pretty pictures, she almost never actually says anything about herself.

Make-up product: Waterproof mascara (to frame her beautiful eyes, and it won’t give any hint that she’s been crying)

Candy: Red Hots (any cinnamon candy, tbh; it’s her favorite flavor)

Fear: That if she is actually, truly herself someone she cares for will look at her—no masks, no jokes, no hiding—and be disgusted. (Also caves, tight spaces, and spiders)

Ice cube shape: Those giant round ones. She would spin it around and around in a glass as a means to avoid paying attention to boring conversation.

Method of long distance travel: Dracolisk. She saw one and fell in love immediately, even though she rides a hart to places she thinks people might be frightened of one. She has little nicknames for all the dracolisks in the stables and she babytalks to them.

Art style: Art nouveau. All curving, flowing lines, nature, and artful asymmetry

Mythological creature: The alchemical salamander, creature of transformations and fire.

Piece of stationery: A postcard with cramped handwriting and a picture of somewhere lovely on the other side

3 emojis: 😘 🔥 🍂

Celestial body: Mercury, bright and fast as it sprints through the sky.

Tarot Card: Knight of Wands; passionate and enthusiastic, prone to action over thought

[eurotrip-2023-july]

Prague (Day 2) - I finally got a good night of sleep. First one all trip (10hrs). Had to buy a fan last night because this hostel doesn’t have air conditioning or a fan in the room. We’ve got a window but there’s 0 airflow and also a giant spider right outside of it that we don’t want to get in. Anyways, I had warm air blowing into my body which was good enough for me.

At about noon, we went to a restaurant/cafe called SmetanaQ. We shared a breakfast and got a couple flat whites next to the river. As we are, we gameplanned the day and I was curious what I did 10 years ago while in league. So, I logged into tumblr and found the days I was here and Baileu and I were dying of laughter from how i haven’t changed at all. The first thing I wrote in the blog was that I hated the hot weather and was miserably hot in the hostel because it didn’t have air conditioning. 10 years later, I have been bitching and complaining about how hot it has been ever since we arrived in Europe. Also, I read that Trevor and I had gone to the Prague Beer Museum 10 years ago, and baileu and I just happened to stumble there last night for a couple of drinks without me even realizing I had been there before.

After brunch, we walked across Charles bridge and over to the Lenin wall before strolling through the streets of the east side of the river. Ended up wandering all the way to the top of the hill where the Eiffel Tower overlook viewpoint and decided to talk to the top of it. Got to see a beautiful view of the city from there. It was super crowded at the top, so we just walked down one flight of stairs and had the entire fire all to ourselves which was nice.

Then we walked down to the Prague castle where my memory was triggered and I recalled that I might have been there before. Pulled Ip tumble again and saw I had indeed taken photos of it 10 years ago. 😂

We got hungry and walked down the hill and back across the bridge to the old town square and posted up at an Italian restaurant where we had gnocchi, Bruschetta and a couple of aperol spritzes.

We then decided to check out the robotics bar where robot arms made drinks for people and then hit up the ice bar as well (again).

After that, we wandered around the city and checked out a couple more areas of Prague before heading to a nice cafe where there was a “secret garden” mosaic house cafe. After that, we want to u fleku which is the oldest pub in all of Prague. We ate a pork knuckle and had a few beers each. It was a super cool concept where there’s a man who Carrie’s around a tray of beers and marks a rally on your receipt for each one he gives you. That’s how they keep track of how many they serve you.

We tried to go to another bar that was a speakeasy type of thing but it was all full. So we ended up walking in the main square again and saw the glockenspiel go off finally. Very underwhelming as it was 10 years ago.

On the walk home, I decided it was a good idea for Bailey to try a shot of absinth. We both got one, which was a horrible idea because it was awful. We each took 2 sips and felt terrible so we left it and went back to the hostel. Bailey ended up getting sick from it and threw up 3-4 times in the hostel shower/sink/toilet.

[heartreactor]

Masterlist

Since I've had an Ao3 account long before I created one for Tumblr, I haven't had the chance to post about most of these stories individually. So here's an index of all my works posted to Ao3. This list will be expanded as I further add new works. [Works marked with * were written for prompts and requests]

Marvel

One-shots

What never was* - Peter Parker & Tony Stark [Tumblr post]

Oh God, why him…

It’s the first anniversary of the Snap. Tony mourns.

She's not alone* - Natasha Romanoff & Avengers Team [Tumblr post]

I was a child when they made me into a monster.

Five times Natasha said she was fine... and one time she didn't.

Of smoothies, pizzas and ice cream* - Clint Barton & Natasha Romanoff & Tony Stark [Tumblr post]

“I’m hungry.” “Wrong floor. Three up,” Tony waves his finger toward the elevator and up. “And… so are you,” Natasha challenges. “I’m a spy. You have to know these things when you’re a spy.”

Actions always speak louder than words; after Tony is thrown through a blender after a fight with Steve during a meeting, Clint and Natasha intervene.

Breaking the cycle* - Peter Parker & Tony Stark [Tumblr post]

He wants to match the smile the kid is giving him, he wants to tell him that he thinks it simply fantastic, to suggest that they head to the workshop right now to pick it apart and figure out what is causing the issue. But he can’t bring himself to do it.

Peter's RC car brings back memories that Tony would rather forgotten.

A way out* - Rogue & Tony Stark

Tony didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know if there was anything to be done, or if his interference would only make it worse. But, God – if there was one – there had to be something.

The latest addiction to the team comes with more baggage than she can handle. Tony tries to help, and perhaps learns something about himself in the process.

Dancing in the rain* - Natasha Romanoff/Steve Rogers

Except, her ledger was tainted with red while his shield still glinted a vibrant blue.

Natasha doesn't think Steve would go for someone like her.

Will you teach me to fly? - Pepper Potts/Tony Stark

The intention was what counted, they said, but spending six years on something like this was hardly an intention.

Tony was never good with words, or showing any kind of emotion, really. And perhaps, he is a little crazy, but there's nothing in the world he loves more than Pepper. He just hasn't figured out how to properly show it to her yet. But at least this time there isn't a giant bunny at their front door... That has to be progress, right?

Or... Tony built Rescue. All that there's left for him to do is gift it to Pepper. That might be just the hardest part yet.

Comes with the territory* - Matt Murdock & Peter Parker

Just another normal patrol for our Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man. Until a certain person in a red costume comes crashing in. And... Fiddlesticks, that's a whole lot of blood!

Uncharted territory* - Logan & Scott Summers

When Logan is lured by the shadows of his past, Scott comes to save him from the monsters of the present. This is not that story. This is the aftermath.

Saved your life* - Rogue & Kurt Wagner

The discovery of his true parentage sends Kurt spiralling. Fortunately, Rogue is there to catch him.

A Handshake and a Smile - Nebula & Tony Stark

And... you've won. Congratulations. Fair game. Good sport. Have fun?

Or... Nebula misses the human she ended up stuck with when stranded in space.

Because the right thing is to give you up - pre-Pepper Potts/Tony Stark

Pepper receives some dire news. Tony tries to help. Keyword- tries.

An offer you can't refuse - Peter Parker & Tony Stark

After the worst week of the century, Peter gets an unexpected visit.

Multichapter

Heartstopper* (2/2) - Peter Parker & Tony Stark & Avengers Team, Tony Stark/Pepper Potts [Tumblr post]

«A eighty-six percent functional damage to the RT has been reported to the history log upon impact. That was two minutes and twenty-seven seconds ago. Friday has initiated the FUBAR protocol. Dr. Cho has been alerted to report to the Compound, as well as Mrs. Stark.»

A mission incident threatens Tony's life. Peter tries to help.

Silver Lining (16/?) - multiple Avengers - Pepperony, Wandavision, Romanogers

In a post-Endgame Universe where no one died (except Thanos and his lackeys, of course), our heroes learn to live again. Cue in the foundations of (possibly very unlikely) new friendships, the discovery that the word family doesn't apply merely to those connected by blood... and the emotional rollercoaster that that entails.

Other Fandoms

One-shots

Falling apart at the seams* - Camilo Madrigal & Dolores Madrigal - Encanto

Sometimes being gifted isn't all fine and dandy like cotton candy. Sometimes it's really tiring and, honestly, all Dolores wants is some peace, but mostly quiet. Quiet is good.

Snow angels* - Jack Skellington/Sally - The Nightmare Before Christmas

Sally wished to be seen. Jack dreamed of the world outside. They meet halfway.

Lost and found* - Dorothy Gale & Glinda - The Wizard of Oz

After Aunt Em and Uncle Henry's death, Dorothy has nowhere else to go. But perhaps, she wasn't as alone as she had thought.

Snow day* - Evie & Jay & Mal & Carlos de Vil + others - Descendants

When Auradon wakes up to a blanket of snow, the Villain Kids had never seen anything like it.