#starchild will never let that go

[llamagoddessofficial]

Thank you, @vee-vee-the-starchild, for commissioning [drumroll] FAE NIGHTMARE!!! I absolutely love writing him, he is a mysterious and otherworldly delight! Now please enjoy him searching high and low for his wife.

I highly recommend listening to this winter ambience track on YouTube. I had it on repeat while writing.

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There was no wind, in the forest. There hadn’t been for some time. The trees were heavy with snow, branches creaking low under the weight, threatening to dislodge upward with the faintest touch... but the powdery white that twinkled in the eternal starlight had seen no wind for days. It was smooth, light, full of lumps and pockets, no signs of the sweeping curves that a strong wind could carve into the ground itself.

Not that it mattered. Nightmare knew that even if the winds had been howling, and the blizzard had been smog-thick, Horror would still be able to follow your trail through the woods like a bloodhound behind a fox. There was nowhere in the entirety of the Winter kingdom that you could go where Horror would not be able to find you sooner or later. 

perhaps that’s what makes you confident enough to run out into the snow like this, Nightmare thought. if you were back in the human realm, you never would have gone so far from home.

The larger fae trudged ahead, heavy cape-like wings dragging behind him, compacting the snow into a sheet. The two fae had let their horses go some distance prior, allowing the steeds to return home as they continued on foot. Horror’s large red iris was turned downward, flickering back and forth across the ground - that eye caught details that even Nightmare would not have noticed. The ghosts of footsteps, corners where cloaks scuffed against the snow, traces where a hand touched a tree for support. A world invisible to most.

Nightmare watched, intrigued. He had no eye for such details. He could track and hunt, of course, as anyone in Winter could. But no one alive could track like Horror.

“... close now, m’lord.” Horror said, softly, breaking the silence.

Nightmare hummed. “good.”

When you disappeared into the forest, it was of no concern. It was not the first time you had taken away into the endless night to explore. Your fur-trimmed cloak and walking boots had been missing from your room, so no one batted an eye, least of all Nightmare; he knew enough his own bride’s affection for his homeland. Your tendency to vanish away for hours-long ‘strolls’ was something of an in-joke amongst his closest courtiers. A newcomer to our realm loves it more than our King himself. You adored to be lost in Winter, finding new marvels and sights, new places to delight in bringing him to.

... So even when your horse returned home riderless, he hadn’t thought to be concerned. Sometimes, you simply wanted to walk alone for a little while, or you worried your steed was growing tired or cold. Your horse had made his own way back enough times for nothing to raise the alarm. All this was notwithstanding the intricate silver ring Nightmare always wore; a marvel of magic craftsmanship that allowed the wearer to instantly recall whomever bore the ring’s twin. You never left home without yours, and he never removed his. In theory, there was nought to fret over.

... But then... Nightmare’s most beloved hunting dog, a shaggy grey wolfhound who stood so tall his shoulders could bump your hips, returned alone. 

That dog was your guardian when Nightmare could not be. Even when you thought you were alone, the hound was close by, ensuring you never had anything to fear. It would have followed you into bear dens, through packs of wolves, it would have followed you to the very ends of Winter to where the shimmering starry filament met the mountains, and yet further still. Nothing could have deterred that beast.

But he came back alone. Head drooped, tail tucked.

Nightmare paused only to assure the beast with a caring touch to its head. He took his own cloak, his own boots, and called Horror to his side. The largest fae obeyed wordlessly and his courtiers parted like a sea. From the hound returning alone, to Nightmare and Horror setting out into the white wastes themselves, little more than two score minutes passed.

... Were his mind not full of the kinds of thoughts that could darken the sky into thunderclouds, Nightmare would’ve thought it heartwarming how eager Killer and Dust were to aid in the search for you. 

“but why can’t we come?” Killer was all but frothing at the bit, pacing in short circles like a caged lion at one of Dream’s ridiculous feasts. “the more eyes the better, surely. we can cover more ground.”

Nightmare fastened his cloak around his neck with a silver moon brooch that glinted like a blade in the low castle light. The cloak was midnight black, lined with thick fur, and decorated with fine embroidery in silver and blue thread. It twinkled faintly, something else sewn into the fabric, something glittering and intangible.

Dust passed him dagger and compass. Nightmare tucked them away into his cloak. Dust said nothing, his face betrayed nothing. But the fact that he was helping Nightmare get ready as fast as possible said more than words or faces could.

“i know my way through the forest.” Killer continued on. “what if she’s been kidnapped? what if she’s in summer? i know both realms. horror’s not the only one with a penchant for travel. we should...”

Nightmare looked down at Killer. Killer’s mouth shut, with an audible clicking sound. 

“horror is the better hunter,” Nightmare said. His voice was carefully controlled. “familiarity alone does not qualify you. you would get in the way.”

Killer’s jaw visibly clenched.

... Nightmare... felt a twinge of something, as he looked at his small underling. Guilt? No, nothing that strong. But he thought of what you would say to how he had just spoken. How you would glance at him. How you would say nothing aloud, to publicly respect his authority, but your eyes would spell out every word of your disapproval.

Nightmare exhaled, through his nasal cavity. You had well and truly wormed your way into his skull, hadn’t you? Even when you weren’t there, he did everything you asked him to.

“... you two are far more useful here,” Nightmare added. “i don’t trust anyone else to maintain the castle while i’m gone. keep everyone calm, say nothing.”

That was all it took to visibly settle Killer’s nerves. Dust did not appear convinced - but he was quiet, for now.

Though Nightmare was the King and founder of the Winter kingdom, he had to admit, Horror was far more capable in the snowy wilds than he. Nightmare took to the cold outlands with boredom; a resigned sort of love, a dull kind of fearlessness, the lack of enthusiasm that comes with knowing every inch of magic that filled the trees and snowdrifts. He knew nothing in his kingdom could harm him, and he treated it thus. 

Horror, on the other hand... Horror lived the cold. He breathed the cold. Winter had welcomed him where Summer had scorned him, and it was clear the wastes were a place of great comfort. Every twitch of his eye, every footstep, it happened with reverence. Nightmare, like the neglectful parent he was, purported to know much about Winter’s outer forests and wilds - yet in reality, he knew very little. He knew what it’d been thousands of years ago. Much had changed since then. 

... You, on the other hand... a smile tugged at the corner of his downturned mouth, like a child tugging at his robes. You saw beauty where he had never thought to look for it. You showed him things about his own home he had never noticed. Like how the aurora glistened in the snow, how starlight glanced in the frost on the corners of the windows. How you could hear running water far below if you pressed your ear to the surface of a glassy frozen river - how the hidden hot springs sent plumes of warm steam up into the sky like bonfires. He never knew why you so clearly preferred Winter to the endless warmth and light of the Summer kingdom, but... he wasn’t about to try and convince you otherwise.

You made him see the world differently. You made him happy.

... Nightmare’s almost-smile disappeared. 

Just like...

...

A thought was itching at the edges of his mind. One that had been itching there for as long as you’d been by his side. One he wouldn’t let fully form, not yet. 

Nightmare looked ahead to Horror’s back. To an outside observer, Horror probably appeared to be a courtier Nightmare didn’t care much for. The two barely spoke, barely even looked at one another, especially when compared with how often Nightmare was around Killer; Horror spent very little time actually in the palace, instead disappearing for days into the snowy wastelands around Winter.

But the truth couldn’t be more different. Horror was one of Nightmare’s closest companions - perhaps the closest to being someone Nightmare considered a friend. Horror had been one of the very first fae to abandon the Summer realm and follow Nightmare into the cold. He had loyally remained by his King’s side for centuries yet. 

... And Horror was the only one who knew the truth about a certain rumour that swirled the court.

Dream, King of the Summer court, took lovers like birds took flight. As one would expect of the handsome and charming ruler of all that was golden and good. A new pretty thing on his arm every season, even you yourself had once been Dream’s favourite. In stark contrast, before your arrival, Nightmare had sat alone for thousands of years. He entertained no touch and treated all flirtation like a personal insult, swiftly removing from the inner court anyone who dared proposition him. 

Why Nightmare had no taste for romance was the subject of endless debate. Nightmare could not love, Nightmare could not feel. Nightmare had no heart, or Nightmare did have a heart, but it was made of pure ice and beat once a moon. 

... And... one rumour, considered farcical by most, circled by the particularly poetic and romantic. That Nightmare did have a lover, once, before the written records began. One that he adored with all his Soul. But one day, that lover vanished. And a heartbroken Nightmare resolved never to take a partner again.

...

Horror was the only one who knew the truth. The one living creature to whom Nightmare had confessed.

Nightmare’s memories of his old love were... foggy, by now. Even creatures of eternity could forget, when time stretched out long enough behind them. But there was no fog thick enough to obscure sunlight. When he closed his eye, it did not matter how long had passed. He could still feel her cheek on his palm.

...

There it was again. That itching thought. Nightmare began to twist the silver recalling ring on his finger. 

... It felt foolish. It truly did. To think such a thing possible. 

... And yet... you looked like her. You spoke like her, you walked like her. You laughed like her. You used the same nonsensical turns of phrase, you wore the same colours. You brushed your hair the same way. You liked to be kissed in the same ways. Everything you did sent vivid shocks of deja-vu through his body. And your eyes...

...

Nightmare had wondered, since the very moment he laid eyes on you in Dream’s kingdom, if you were the same person as all that time ago.

Perhaps it was foolish. Perhaps he just had a very rare type. But... there was a reason Nightmare had given you his true name so early into knowing one another. He had the growing suspicion that some strange fate was going to befall you. And there was no weapon he could arm you with that was greater than a fae king’s true name.

Horror eventually came to a stop, ceasing the rhythmic heavy crunching of snow underfoot. Nightmare looked up. The two had entered an area where the trees parted just enough to see a clear patch of sky. It seemed like the sort of place that had once been a clearing, but over the centuries, nature had reclaimed it, closing in over the sky above.

“... trail... ends here,” he said. His breaths escaped as steam from between his massive teeth.

Nightmare came around Horror’s side. The itching was stronger than ever. Nightmare’s eye darted around the clearing, sharp and tense, glowing brightly enough to light some of the strands of fur on his cloak into a glimmering cyan.

“i know this place,” he murmured.

i have been here before.

They were before a stone circle. Five black stones, half submerged in snow, like obsidian icebergs rising out of a white ocean. 

Five stones. 

Nightmare felt... unpleasant. And he could tell Horror was equally as off-put. It was hard to describe to one who did not understand, but the fae had a natural sense and reverence for numbers. It was why they were so fond of threes. Three was a delightfully strong and naturally powerful thing, rich with magic, almost everything important to their kind was done in threes; the number of times an incantation was spoken, the number of ingredients used in concoctions, the number of challenges bestowed upon unfortunate humans, the hour at which the veil between worlds was thinnest.

Five? 

Five was uncomfortable. Five was beyond. Five visible planets in the sky, five fingers on the hand. Five was looking over a cliff edge, stumbling into an ancient tomb, five was calling upon something not yet comprehended. 

... And your trail ended here. In a circle of five black stones. 

“what is this?” Nightmare asked. He wondered if Horror could hear the way he tried to disguise a vocal tremble. Nightmare knew the gnarls of the surrounding trees, the edges of the stones, it was like catching a scent on the wind and unlocking a memory you long thought beyond reach.

“... transportation... circle,” Horror replied.  Neither of them dared step any closer. “old. very old. i’ve... seen some before. but not this one.”

“do you know where it sent her?”

“no,” he murmured. “... could be anywhere. any time.”

Any time.

... Nightmare looked to the ring on his finger. 

“how long has she been on the other side?”

“time... works... differently. hours here. there... could be seconds. or years.”

The day you vanished, all those years ago, you had promised him with such conviction that you would return. 

...

Gods. It had been you, hadn’t it? He almost laughed. He’d always known, but he’d never had the courage to admit it to himself. Not until now, not until the answer was staring him in the face.

This was where he first met you. Thousands of years ago. This ring of five black stones. This was where the love of his life had appeared out of nothingness and stumbled, wide-eyed and confused, into his arms.

Thank the aurora he gave you his name. What better defence against him, than his own true name? 

He was a different beast back then. Back when he was young. He was wrathful, spiteful. He was, by all means, a tyrant. The famous duel with his brother that resulted in the splitting of the kingdoms had happened mere decades prior, and his scars had still been deep and fresh - rivers of blood, both human and fae, ran in the name of his wounded pride. He took what he pleased and cared little for consequence.

... But you tamed him. Just by being yourself, you had bought the storm to heel. He still remembered it, how intensely he wanted you, how much he needed you to like him. How he had felt himself willing to jump through any hoop if it meant you would keep looking at him the way you did.

... 

You were the reason that, in the present day, everyone knew Nightmare as a quiet, stern, but ultimately fair king. A man with an iron fist but a careful touch. Because the day you vanished, you promised you would return. He forged that man he was today, out of the fires of his proud and foolish old self; he learnt to control his temper, to stay his hand. He learnt how to behave like a king. All so that when you came back - if you came back - he would be a man worth returning to.

...

Stars. Nightmare did laugh, quietly, the pieces falling into place. Is that why you put up with him back then, with all his vices, when no one else would? Why you were so loving despite his rage? You were patient, because you knew what he could be. You had already met what he could be. You already knew.

You loved him in the past, despite his foolishness, because of who he was in your time. But he only was this way in the present because you had given him a chance back then. It all came back around again.

...

“... it... was her,” Horror said. He looked a touch concerned. Anyone would, after hearing Nightmare laugh. “wasn’t it?”

Horror was so much more intelligent than anyone gave him credit for.

“yes,” Nightmare replied, simply. He raised his hand, letting the ring catch the moonlight. Magic started to prickle through him.

... He was about to steal you from his past self. The irony of it did not pass him unnoticed. He was about to deal himself the greatest heartbreak of his life. He was about to take the only person who had ever loved his lost and furious young self, the only person who had ever looked beyond the faces he exposed to the world.

...

But... it was a necessity. Because without this, you wouldn’t be given a reason to think him worth loving. 

Power flooded through his body, prickling the long scars on his shoulders, through his arm, and into the ring; his cloak lifted in a sudden wind, the fur on Horror’s hood began to sway, the trees began to hiss and whisper. 

... Nightmare... didn’t know why. But for a moment, he stayed there like that, allowing the ring to simply shimmer on his finger. Perhaps he wanted to give you a warning that he was calling you back. So that you could say goodbye - and say all the things that that foolish young man needed to hear. 

...

Nightmare clenched his hand. A nova of pure white light escaped the ring, gleaming out in all directions, a star bursting. 

There was something like a bang without noise. A pop, a change of pressure in the air. Then suddenly, a tiny human woman was stumbling toward him. You tripped, immediately, likely not expecting the change in scenery; Horror jumped forward, but Nightmare was faster, catching you by the elbows before you were able to fall.

You gasped, grabbing onto his tunic, looking up at him. You were in vastly different clothing to what he had sent you out in. Your eyes were wide and bright, your cheeks rounded and healthy. His past self had taken good care of you, at least.

For a split second, he... he was worried. His eye met yours, and all he could think about was how you must think of him now that you knew how he once was. Would you be ashamed? Would you hold his past violences against him? Would you be afraid, or... what if you didn’t think he had changed enough? What if you were disappointed?

You stared up at him. Wisps of magic rose off your shoulders and hair. 

...

“... Y-you dress so much better now,” you said, stunned.

...

At that, Nightmare could only laugh, and draw you into his chest. 

All those years alone were worth it. Even for just a single moment with you in his arms.

[lurker2773]

Characterization for the Hex if the Operator were sent back instead of the Drifter

I like to think about what 1999 could have been if the Lotus sent the Operator back to follow Entrati and not the Drifter. I know it makes the most sense from a character development standpoint to send Drifter, but the Operator is a much more experienced and capable (lorewise) warframe combatant with countless years of practice under their belt - it'd have been equally pragmatic to send the Starchild to 1999 to make sure whatever needs to get done in there happens and have the drifter get trained up and acclimated to the Origin system where there are other tenno to rely on to make up for inexperience and general rookie-ness.

So instead of the Hex getting a grown-ass person with magic void powers from the future, they'd get to have a war veteran trauma child - bonus points if that child is nonverbal or refuses to speak directly to them, and the Hex have to interact with them through the KIM.

And also, consider that most players from a gameplay standpoint habitually keep their Operators cloaked to prevent them from getting shot once they leave their 'frames to do whatever - canonically, the Operator and Drifter don't have a time limit on cloak, I don't think. The Hex are basically never even going to see the kid, and that could be more terrifying. Imagine seeing a puppet version of what you could be, dangling from the strings of some invisible, intangible thing with superpowers and magic lasers coming out of their hands.

Imagine mid mission Arthur turns to look at the weird and mysterious time-travelling entity and just sees a collapsed Baruuk on it's knees or frozen completely still in a weird position before it suddenly zooms about thirty meters away midair and starts straightening itself back out again in ways that joints shouldn't move in before slamming into the ground and rushing headlong into a crowd of Scaldra to 'build melee combo,' whatever the hell the demon child means by that.

Here's the meat of the post, though - the Hex (and newcomers like Flare and Kaya) can play the Context(TM) game like they do with Drifter through KIM and slowly piece together that this is a magical child soldier with a bodycount larger than all the people they've ever collectively laid eyes on, and then react in interesting ways that would lend interesting characterization.

Eleanor and Arthur would be horrified, probably, and Arthur might start talking down to the Operator because it's 'just some kid' who's clearly in over their head. Most of it's concern, but I think some small amount would be bruised pride - how could some kid be better at killing than a trained soldier?

Aoi would be heartbroken at the revelation that their new ally is a child soldier - how could anyone let that happen to them? How sick do you have to be to make children kill whoever the government pointed at with techno-organic corpses?

And Quincy would definitely be fucked up in the head for a few days after he figures it out - that could open up some opportunities for more characterization given his soft spot for kids. Would he try to keep up his aloof act, like he does with the Drifter, or immediately discard it to try and comfort a child that has already made peace with their ridiculous capacity for murder?

Amir might do something similar to Arthur, but more patronizing than hostile - he means well, but this is a kid. If Amir himself feels out of his depth in the current situation and he's an adult, then surely a child would feel even worse than he does about killing a person.

I think Lettie would be the most chill of the original Hex, though. She's jaded enough that she'd be concerned, but would probably decide that it's not really any of her business - especially considering just how talented the Operator is at mass homicide.

Velimir and Minerva could also be really interesting. On the one hand, they could see little bits of Rusalka in the Operator, but that could also lead to coddling or 'replacement goldfish'-like behavior not unlike how I imagine Amir's reaction would have been.

Flare would have been the first to know. One wayward comment from Lizzie calling the Operator demon-child or something of the like, and they'd have put it together pretty quickly after that.

Kaya would just be glad there's someone else who understands being underestimated by older people just because they're younger.

[fae-morrigan]

Superfam and Found Family: What it Means to Choose

I have seen a lot of my beloved mutuals talk about adoption as a theme in the superfam, and thats true, thats very much a thing, but thats more a subsection of the larger idea with the superfamily: You get to choose your family, and define your relationship to them.

Clark and Kon come to mind. They've been discussed a lot lately, huh? Namely people saying Clark does not treat Kon well. This is false, by the way, they get along great.

But let's sort of dig into the actual story told by their relationship here: Kon was created by Lex without Clark's consent. Clark had no say in how part of his DNA would be used to create a new life.

(This is coincidentally why it irks me that certain fans will act like Clark is a monster for even HYPOTHETICALLY not wanting a relationship with Kon. Guys, you sound like pro-lifers. Lets watch it!)

Despite this, Clark accepts Kon with open arms. Now, as myself and others have pointed out, Kon's technically... he's not a clone, he's a test tube baby. Technically, biologically, he's Clark & Lex's son. D.. diversity win...?

But thats not how Clark and Kon choose to define their relationship. They instead decide, hey, we were raised by the same people, we're brothers.

Kon is not an outsider to the Superfam, even as he is an outsider to this world- He is welcomed with open arms once it is clear he needs a home. And with Clark and Kon, they get to choose how they define their relationship, not Lex, not anyone else.

Then, John Henry and Nat. John Henry is not Natasha's father, but their relationship is very complex and often veers into that territory, for the simple reason that he shows up for her in that capacity when Natasha's own father fails her.

Even while their relationship has its ups and downs (read 52 guys for THEM), they manage to forge a relationship based on mutual respect, enough to the point where during Steelworks, she is not just his niece, but his partner in building a better tomorrow. It is a fatherly/daughterly relationship built on mutual respect largely independent of their blood relation, built on the security that Clay failed to provide Natasha with.

Of course, to talk about adoption, Clois adopting the twins. I think Phillip Kennedy Johnson handles the topic of adoption EXPERTLY with Otho-Ra and Osul-Ra, specifically as a metaphor for transracial/transethnic adoption.

Clark's relationship with the twins is built throughout the Warworld saga, and does not start... great (they discuss looting his corpse lol), and often they. But Clark understands that the kids are traumatized, and seeks to guide them to a better situation.

Now I would be irresponsible to not mention that, during this time, Clark is still struggling with Jon's age up. He mumbles, disoriented during their first meeting, that the kids are the same age as his son (no they are not). In a less tightly written book by a worse writer, it'd be a thing where Clark completely uncritically finds 'replacement kids' in the twins... Which is NOT what happens here, because PKJ is the GOAT.

In the end, his relationship with the twins is built not only independently of his struggles with Jon, but the way he connects with them helps Clark realize that whats done is done. They need him to be Clark, not a man hanging onto the past he will never get back. To move forward, they must do it together, it won't work if the twins remain on Warworld and he remains mentally in Hamilton. Its why it is SUPER important, also, that in the end, Clark doesn't ask them to come with him- rather, they ask to go with Clark.

(Sidenote: The twins lost not only their parents on warworld, but an older brother, too. Clark isn't the only one who finds a healing way forward via the Ra-El relationships, but that's gonna be another post!) And their hero names, Red Son and Starchild, are from their original culture (the Phaelosians), a culture that was systematically robbed from them when Warworld trafficked them into service. Rather than forcing them to conform to the house of El and their legacy, they help the kids reconnect.

These are his children. They found each other in the scariest place in the universe, and together, they find a way past the things they've both suffered through.

I'm afraid I don't know much about Kara (kara mutuals, reading recs appreciated! i've only ever read WOT and a few issues of the most recent Supergirl run) but I do know that her relationship to Clark is inherently different than it was supposed to be, and she has to roll with it and redefine it accordingly. She was supposed to be older than him, be able to take care of him, but by the time she actually finds him, he's the one doing that for her.

(I dont really have a panel here I fear, so look at the pretty art from Woman of Tomorrow. If someone wants to say more on Kara, you're welcome to hijack my post for a bit!)

Kenan is an example of this theme going kind of sideways and being examined from another angle- He's forced to choose between his two found families, and with either choice, he stands to lose something. Either his connection to Superman, or his connection to home:

Kenan already has a messy relationship with family, considering the soap opera level drama his parents inflict on him in his solo. Now, separated from his culture by circumstances he can't control, Kenan's relationship with the Superfam is forced by circumstance, even as it isn't unwanted. He's forced to make the most of what he has.

Then you have Clark and Jon, where the 'and define your relationship to them' part of my thematic statement REALLY becomes important.

I've seen it argued many times that giving Jon the Superman mantle weakens the theme of found family, but I'd argue it strengthens it, because Jon not having a choice in becoming Superman is EXPLICITLY framed as a bad thing.

Jon's not ready to be Superman. He doesn't even really WANT to be superman. But because of the circumstances of his birth, the world, and his father, push him into it. Clark never asked Jon to be Superman, during the Son-of-kal-el + Warworld era. He assumed he would be.

It tarnishes Clark & Jon's relationship, actively preventing Jon from connecting with his father and the WORLD fully in the way they both want. This is a key theme of Superman: Son of Kal El, from the very moment of Jon's actual birth:

All throughout post-age up Jon is the idea that Jon is just as burdened by the expectations placed upon him by his blood as he is comforted by what the mantle represents.

(I know I use this panel like every analysis but its a GOOD PANEL, SHUT UP) And there's of course the fact that... y'know. Well. Y'know.

Y'KNOW.

I think there's a potentially strong story in either Jon walking away from the mantle entirely, or redefining it to be his own. But first, he's going to have to suffer for the fact he wasn't ready for what many people call his DESTINY, including his abuser.

And where does this leave Jon and Clark?

Here.

The last note before Absolute Power of these two is this bittersweet moment where Jon still isn't fully heard. Where he still doesn't get a full say in what he and Clark's relationship will be. And judging by THIS interview from Mark Waid, this particular idea is about to finally come home to roost:

Lastly, there's of course the Most Found Family Thing Of All that i basically see NO one talk about: The fact that the Irons and the Kents just. Share all their big life events with each other. They're literally not related to each other by blood at all, but throughout PKJ's Action Comics, they ARE family!

Teamwork makes the dreamwork guys!

The superfamily is a wonderfully diverse cluster of relationships and examinations of the way family finds each other. Even moreso than the Batfam, which is often defined by their father-son relationship with Bruce in fanon, the Superfam displays a wide array of the various ways non-nuclear families can build each other.

This is all to say you guys should read PKJ's action comics run. It rules.

(This is also to say Superman 2016 sucks ass.)

[wlwsoccerfics]

Struggles of a StarChild(Sonia BompastorXCamilleAbilyXTeenReader)

A/N: this is just my Personal experience. It can be totally different for others.

Warnings:mental health issues, r has epilepsy, adhd and is autistic.

Summary: you are the oldest child of Sonia&Camille and put alot of pressure on yourself. Which is bound to Go wrong.

Your never got ans pressure from your moms to play football and especially not professionally. No you genuinely loved the Sport and always knew you wanted to become a pro. Which you archieved at the age of 14. You are 16 at the moment.

Your Family was sitting at breakfast, you had promised your moms you would be there in s few minutes. But twenty minutes later you still weren't there. No you still were in your room.

The Last couple of days have been rough. Your mental health was slowly getting worse. Reading about how people expect you to make it into the national Senior Team for either france or England. Your moms are both french and you were born in england so you could basically pick If either Sarina or Laurent would call you up. You also read how your Performances in the Last two weeks have been slacking. Which of course didn't help you to feel better about yourself at all. It actually made you feel even worse.

"y/n?S'il vous plaît, descendez maintenant!" Your Mama (Camille) yelled upstairs. But there was no reaction coming from you. ( Y/n? please come downstairs now! )

"Laisse-moi aller la chercher." You Mom( Sonia) answered. Getting up from her seat. Walking upstairs to your room. ( let me go get her. )

"y/n? ça va ?" She asked, knocking on the door. She heard no reply so she opened the door. ( you okay? )

"i am coming in." She let you know. As soon as the door was open she saw you sitting on the floor, leaning against your bed. Staring into space. She noticed right away what was going on. Your mouth was open a bit as well, your mind was all foggy and you were blinking all over again. She kneeled down in front of you and took your hand gently.

"it's okay sweet Girl. I am here!" Your Mom told you. She knew you were having a seizure. It took you a bit to regain Control of yourself and your Body. You looked at your Mom. Totally confused.

"Mom? What happened?" You asked.

"you had a seizure."she told you.

"oh yeah." You replied and cuddled up to her. She held you close.

"ce qui s'est passé?" You heard from the doorway, it was your Mama. ( what happened? )

"J'ai eu une crise." You explained. ( I had a seizure. )

"ma douce fille." Your Mama said and walked over to you. Giving you a soft kiss on the head. ( my sweet girl. )

"maybe you should take a little break. No practice for you today." Your Mom answered.

"i don't want a break. I don't need one! My schedule says practice from 10pm-12pm. Then Lunch break. Then practice from 1pm-2:30pm. That's how it has to be!" You stated. "ça ne peut pas arriver." You said, jumping up from the floor. Breathing heavy. A Panic Attack making it's way to the surface. ( this can't be happening. )

Your Mama approaching you, carefully. She knew you didn't like to be touched when you were having a Panic Attack.

"sweet Girl, hey listen to me! It's okay! One day of not practicing won't hurt you! If you Take a Break now you are well rested for the FA Cup Final." Your Mama said.

"your Mama is right. Can you please breathe in and out for us, love?" Your Mom told you in a gentle voice. One of your siblings stood in the doorway. Putting on your favorite song.

It took a bit but you eventually started to relax and your parents took you to practice with them, while your siblings spent time with their Friends. you were only allowed to watch though. At this point you were so exhausted that you didn't argue. And your Mom was hoping that Lucy could talk to you. Cause at this point it was obvious you were slowly falling apart. The seizures being back now was a big sign. You had been seizure free for almost 4 years before today. Lucy was autistic and had adhd. So your moms were hoping she could help. Plus you were dating hers and Onas daughter Mariella.

Mariella approached you right away when you walked into the changing rooms.

"Babe, are you okay? You Look tired and really Pale!" She asked you.

"i am fine, Love. Don't worry!" You told her.

"you are not fine! You had a seizure and a Panic Attack this morning!" Your Mama stated, clearly concerned. Your girlfriend frowned. Everyone else that was already there glanced over.

"yeah that doesn't sound fine. Why are you here and not resting?" She asked and gently stroked your cheek. Kissing your forehead.

"cause i am the happiest on the pitch. Its the only place i am okay with Chaos. Where it's fine with me that no Game is like the other one." You explained. Lucy walked over to her. You noticed that your Mom had talked to Lucy because she was coming over.

"let's have a talk, Kid!" She told you. You looked at your girlfriend, before looking at her mom.

"okay." You replied and walked out of the changing room with her. Standing in front of it.

You were stimming, slapping your bracelet against your wrist over and over again. Lucy noticed it.

"what's wrong? And don't say nothing. Cause i heard about the seizure and the Panic attack. Plus i heard what you said to my daughter." Lucy said. You were biting down on your bottom lip.

"there have been trolls on the Internet. They say all those terrible stuff, some put so much pressure on me...i feel like the Game that made me feel normal is now slowly becoming my enemy. I don't want that! Cause the Pitch is the only place i feel normal." You admitted, tearing up a bit.

"need a hug?" Lucy asked and you nodded your head softly. Stepping into her open Arms. "Kiddo, let me Tell you, you are outstanding. They are Jealous of your Talent. And the ones that pushing you to success...they just do it cause they believe in you! But If it doesn't make you feel good to read those things...you shouldn't feel pressured by them." She told you. Patting your back gently.

"i am just so upset with myself. With that way my mind is reacting to this! I feel weak. That's not who i am..usually i am confident. But right now i want to be swallowed alive!" You explained. Lucy told you how she handles things like this. And said that the therapist of the Team could help you cause he had helped her. Talking to Lucy really helped.

Twenty minutes later you sat on the bench at the field. Watching everything the others did. Taking notes even. That was until you stopped. Which your Mama noticed. So she ran over to you, she could read by your Body language that you were about to have another seizure. But more violent and intense. You fell of the bench and your fingers curled, your mouth was open and you were drooling a bit. The team was in shock cause they never have seen this happening. Lucy held back Mariella. Your Mom and your Mama kneeled down next to you. Your Mom was gently stroking your head.

"it's okay sweet girl, i have got you." Your Mom said softly. Your Mama was gently stroking your stomach. Looking really sad. They hated to see you like that. Mariella was trying not to cry. Lucy was comforting her. It took a bit but you slowly regained Control of your Body. Your Mama was wiping away the drool with a towel.

"hey angel. Welcome back." Your Mom replied softly.

"Mama, Mom, i feel tired." You mumbled out. Your Mom helped you to sit up and gently held you close.

"i can Drive you home. So she can rest." Lucy offered.

"that would be great. Sonia can stay here and finish up this practice. So i can make sure y/n gets some rest." Your Mama answered.

So that's what happened. Your girlfriend of course joined you and stayed with you while Lucy went back to practice.

You were lying in bed. Your Mama next to you. Gently stroking your head. Mariella on the other side of you. Holding your hand. You were asleep.

"so Cami? Can you please tell me what to do when this Is happening?" Your girlfriend asked.

"it scared you seeing her like this." It wasn't a question but a Statement. "Which is fine. But when it is happening, staying calm is Key. When her limbs are moving around without control, make sure nothing is around her so she won't hurt herself." Your Mama explained and then went on to tell your girlfriend all about the different kind of seizures and what is helping you for every single one of them.

The next day you went to the doctors with your mom. So you could discuss new meds for the seizures. And you scheduled another round of therapy for your Panic attacks with a therapist that wasn't involved with Chelsea. So you had two therapists to go to.

[mochinek0]

Daminette December: 23-The Words I Most Regret

PREVIOUS: Asking Advice

Jon screamed into the phone and Damian immediately hung up. He sighed as he opened his window. As soon as he arrived, Jon just smiled.

"Did you just ask me for advice? " He teased his best friend.

Damian rolled his eyes.

'This was a mistake.'

"Go home." The young Wayne spoke, moving to close the window.

"No!" Jon exclaimed, "You just had like a giant milestone breakthrough!"

Damian stepped aside to let Jon in and closed the window.

"So.....do they go to our school?" Jon asked, still hovering.

"No." Damian answered, "I knew her from my time with Mother."

Damian eyed his friend as he froze in mid-air.

"Oh." Jon whispered, "Um-"

"She's not like..... me." The young Wayne admitted, "The last time you spoke of...crushes-"

"Awww!" Cooed the half-Kryptonian, "She's you first crush!"

Damian gazed down at his feet, "I told my mother."

Jon watched his best friend's face. He seemed to be struggling with words.

"She was gone the next day. I saw her today for the first time." Damian whispered, "After our talk....I thought ai had sentenced her to death."

Jon remained silent but sat next to him. As much as he wanted to say something, he could tell his best friend was still coming to terms over his childish misunderstanding. If anything, he was still processing his feeling. Admitting he liked her was a huge step.

"I was able to speak to her privately. She spoke of how Mother struck her until she woke up in the pits. Mother screamed at her to keep her distance from me, as she was soiling me with her presence." Damian sighed, "She was unsure if she had harmed me, in some way. Grandfather spared her from Mother's wrath and she was removed from the league."

"Wow." Jon spoke, taking in their story, " Uh, go Gramps?"

The ex-assassin nodded, "She believed she would never see me again. She believed Mother would show up unexpectedly and finish the job or send me to do it."

"Damian." Jon spoke, putting his hand on his shoulder, "This is my advice. Before you ask her out, get to know her. She served your family and things between you both are a lot different. She doesn't have to bend to your will. Talk about what you like; ask her what she likes. Can you bond over those things? Set up a friendship first. You might still like her."

"Mother-" Damian began.

"Isn't here. You are surrounded by your father and brothers. Me." Jon declared, "Besides, how do we know she even likes boys?"

"I see." The youngest Wayne spoke, "I did fail to think of that conclusion. "

"Get to know her, Bat Boy." Jon nudged him, "Oh, the natural-human talking way, not the cyber-stalking your family does."

"I will......take your advice, if you can do me one favor." Damian announced.

"Really? What is it?" Jon questioned.

"Look into Lila Rossi." The ex-assassin spoke, handing over a file, "No Bat Computer. Use your parents connections, but look i to her. She claimed to be in a relationship with me since I was a child. She was in the winning class that Father selected."

"On it!" Jon shouted, before throwing the window open and flying off.

It wasnt until he was home that he realized he forgot to ask the girl's name from his best friend and given the time, he was already on patrol.

'Awwww man!'

Damian never thought he would hold such regret. He couldn't get the image of little Marinette terrified of his mother, out of his mind. He knew what death felt like and she had to experience it because of him. All because he confused allergies with a crush. He had never regretted his words, more than those.

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[n7valkyrien]

reading ME3's original script and i found many missed opportunities, probably due to technical issues and difficulties with level design especially with the lack of dev time. but still... (sorry for the phone screenshots, i like to save materials to read during my commutes)

1. some underutilised characters had bigger roles

──────── ⚝ kasumi, thane, and kolyat

‎‎ kolyat discovered udina’s request to the council to abandon the hanar homeworld, and asked kasumi to infiltrate the c-sec hq for evidence to blackmail udina. the evidence then revealed udina is indoctrinated.

 udina’s plan was stopped by shepard, kasumi and thane. thane sacrificed himself to assassinate udina.

 this also happens AFTER thessia.

──────── ⚝ zaeed

 instead of letting zaeed sit around on the citadel doing nothing (okay he did take up merc jobs against cerberus but anyway), the original script ties him into the main story. (see “4. omega” below)

──────── ⚝ emily wong

 i’d say that’s a massive upgrade from getting killed off screen in a tweet then got replaced by diana allers…

2. the catalyst

 the prothean on eden prime (javik?) was supposed to be the catalyst.

3. the ending

 not enough info to determine how the ending was like exactly, but it appears that indoctrination was supposed to be the major obstacle for shepard and anderson to "fix" the crucible.

 the “effects” in “MIRANDA’S MISSION” mentioned above. “distant whispering” and the cause of it being a reaper minion is very indoctrination coded.

 starchild doesn’t seem to be a part of the ending. which makes sense bc a prothean is the catalyst in this version, negating the need for starchild’s existence.

4. omega

 pure speculation but omega appears to be a plot point in the base game instead of a dlc, since the script most likely only include content from the base game.

 omega was never taken by cerberus, only under siege. cerberus wasn’t really interested in omega, only the nearby omega-4 relay for studying (if the collector base is kept), or salvaging whatever’s left (if destroyed) in the collector base.

 it was until aria chose to help shepard that cerberus decided to attack omega as retaliation. and shepard has to go through the omega-4 relay again.

 (i love aria and nyreen’s story but i think this plot makes cerberus’ goals more coherent?)

[mulberrymyrtle]

COSMIC [various!pjo x child of urania!reader]

it's weird how vastly different you are from the insane powerhouses camp half-blood contains, from percy jackson's extreme command of the seas or clarisse la rue's hands rusted with the iron of battle, you only stand as a minor child of a muse, reading zodiac compatibilies and recognizing constellations once the clock hits -- can you even call yourself a demigod?

SNIPPET ; chapter one :

“The stars tell stories, my dear. The constellations are heroes who have ascended, ready to watch over you. It is your choice to call upon them, harness their pleas.”

"The answer is starchild, will you? Will you heed their calls? 

IF PERCY JACKSON was known as one who commanded the seas with the hilt of his blade. Or if Clarisse La Rue’s hands were known to be stained with the remnants of a fearsome battle. Then what would you be known for?

Your legs feel the prickly grass beneath you, itching almost everywhere. That paired with the heat where you want to bang at the Apollo cabin’s door and plead for dad to chill.

Its showing that it is summer again, and it surely is an unbearable summer. Not only is it due to the humidness that allows the prickly grass to stick even closer or your clothes drenching with pure sweat, But it seems that Camp Half Blood has decided to once again show you that even in a world where you are grouped with outcasts or rather demigods who have had their fair share of peculiarity – you are somehow normal.

Because the boy -- the enigma dubbed "Percy Jackson" by the on-going whispers of camp. Who has led you to a concerning spiral of your self-worth is back from an ultra-thrilling quest. You don’t know if Travis loves to mess with you about what Percy has gone through. But he battled Ares, faced the wrath of Zeus, and escaped the underworld? You swear, it hasn’t even been two weeks and the whispers from demigods, satyrs, and even Chiron? -- has never seemed to die down. It was as if they were willingly saying that “he was the prophecy!”

You shake your head, continuing on with the collecting strawberries by the field.

“Pst.” Someone calls your name from the field beside you, another client or was it?

“No, you are not compatible with Luke, Jenna. You’re a Virgo and he is a Leo. Worst pair.”

SNIPPET END.

INFORMATION (about the pairings and others)

* a little fanfiction i have in my mind, it's not fully planned or anything -- but if someone's interested let me know! might find a beta reader who can take my ideas/ smth, honestly just need someone to help w/ writing and possibly rant abt this fanfic i planned :>

* i based a majority of this fic of orv 😭😭 ORV X PJO FANS UNITE

* idk if romance is gonna be big aspect but there'll be a BIG batch of people? all u need to know the roster rn is percy, annabeth, clarisse, leo, piper, jason, the stolls, reyna, nico and will??

*IDKKK HOPE U LIKED IT?? first tumblrpost yeehaw 😭😭 might delete chat hehhee.

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

I’m currently re-reading all of my favourites and I want to give a big shoutout and a thank you to little_escapist and her wonderful stories!

I love them so dearly.

In a car with a beautiful boy

Only pretending

Sound Check and the follow ups

Turn into a pose

Yes, definitely thank you for the shoutout, @little-escapist is a great writer. Find the recommended and lots of others on A03.

Only pretending (or not at all)

Kurt gets an invitation to a New Directions reunion, but he's not sure he wants to go: he's the only one not in a relationship. His roommate Blaine gets an idea - he can pretend to be Kurt's boyfriend for a week!

Kurt is doubtful, because he happens to be in love with his roommate, but he agrees. He can have this one last thing, maybe he'll get to kiss Blaine, and then he will move on from Blaine for good.

~~~~~

In a car with a beautiful boy

Blaine is always willing to help out someone in need. When Kurt Hummel, a person he's never met before, asks for a carpooling arrangement in the company intra from his neighborhood, Blaine agrees instantly.

If he only knew how one innocent helpful act is going to change his life.

~~~~~

Soundcheck

Before a concert, there's a soundcheck to make sure that everything works as it should.

In high school, Kurt Hummel makes friends. Those friends lead him to new music, which in turn leads him to accepting himself. Somewhere along the way he meets his friend's big brother, Blaine - and that, more than anything else, changes everything.

Or, the AU where Adam Lambert is Elliott Starchild is Adam Lambert.

~~~~

Turn into a pose

Singer-songwriter Blaine Anderson wants to come out of the closet. When his publicist sets him up with movie-star Kurt Hummel, he’s ready for anything, but the last thing that Kurt wants is a relationship with anyone, let alone Blaine. He hates his publicist for setting him up, hates the idea of lying to the world, and hates letting the world invade his personal life. But maybe Blaine Anderson is exactly what Kurt Hummel needs.

[starastarship]

opening adoptables 1/4

gonna open adoptables here now! each of them cost 10$ each! The designs are all based on my AUs magic system of getting a kid! if you want anyone just dm me!

this is part 1/4 (and yes including the fanchildren of my OC Starchild too, but once adopted they won't have a connection at all)

Now to sum the first once up

Darinphant

Pendant: Risking is all this penadant about. Darin will get a sudden spurt of an idea they can do. Depending on how big the idea is, it chances of success increases or decreases!

A certain interest in stunts, they are daring to try out new things. But don't take them as just someone who just takes the risk. They calculate each stunt to bring the best outcome of it!

Moonhop

Pendant: Moonhop is already fast as is, but using their pendant, gripping it, they become extremely fast, leaving a trail of dust behind like a comet.

This Bunny-owl was born ready for any kind of competition! Having quiet the Energy, Moonhop is always up for a game, sport or not! Just don't be a sore loser if they win!

Thunderguard

Pendant: Whenever they are in danger, or need help their pendant summons a bubble around them and if needed all the critters nearby/ they want to protect.

They will protect anyone and everybody in need! Thunderguard will jump into action, if someone needs help and protection, not really having a regard for their own safety! Remind them always that their safety is important too!

Nighty Nightphant

Pendant: With the Power of the stars, Nighty can gain the wisdome and knowledge of the past, present and future for a short amount of time, thanks to the telling of the stars

A curious nature and a fascination with the night sky, Nighty will always tell you the newest thing they just learned from the sky. Carrying a big telescope whever they go, to see the night sky wherever they are!

Smarty Smartcorn

Pendant: If Smarty knows and remembers the scientific component of an object, they only have to think of it and the object will come out of their pendant. However the Pendant either needs to cool down before it can create another object or the object before has to be destroyed.

A mix between the logic and the creative side of the brain, Smarty uses their knowledge on things and their creative thinking, to find a solution to any kind of problem!

Dreamcat (closed)

Pendant: The pendant, when activated, can let Dream give everyone a dream of their choosing, good or bad, and let them look into the sleep of others.

sleeping for most of the day on their floating cloud, Dreamcat wishes all their friends a good night sleep wherever they are! A calm and relaxed nature, brings even the most insomniac critters, sweet dreams!

Cuddles

Pendant: This Pendant, bases the mood of a critters based on Cuddles. It works in a specific radius, which makes all the critters, feel the same emotion as Cuddles themselves.

Cuddles, with their un-bear-able love to give, will make sure that you will have the most amazing, active and loved day, everyday! Be it with simple compliments, getting you out of bed, hugs and more, to accomplish their goal!

Coolcaw

Pendant: Coolcaw has the power to change the weather in either direction. It could be a sunny day and the next thing you know it's raining cats and dogs!

Make way for this cool critter! Coolcaw will take you up on all challenges at once to show you who is the coolest and awesomest critter out there! But be warned they neither are a good winner nor a good loser!

Shelly Seashell

Pendant: Shellys pendant, let's them take control various little sea creatures for 5 minutes, before they start fighting the control off and regain themselves again.

Shelly can never pass onto some good seafood. They always brings snacks for their friends and some seasnacks just for themselves!

[cyten0]

A Symphony in Crimson

Act 2: A Movement in White

Chapter 4-A

𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞

Entry ----- Date------

The recently named Starchild, Fa, has finally cleared the observation period, and fully stabilized. (Dad has been over the moon from that name. Mom however, is mixed. She did everything to keep you from getting named that, yet here you all are.)

Regardless, since they're safe for periodic exits from containment, you’ve been able to take closer notes on their Craft energy, and took a trip to talk to the Empress. Cleared out a few more monsters around there. That virus might be well off in Fa, but it’s baseline form sure is annoying. Least the mountains cold climate makes them chill out. And since it’s based on Arcana energy, you’re immune!

One of these days you’ll figure out how the blinding universe that dimensional portal works and make your own, so you don’t have to trudge back up here any time you want a conversation longer then two sentences. But there’s a distinct lack of alien spaceships to use as reference, and you can’t afford to break this one, so for now it’s fine!

Still, the trip was worth it. After sharing your results, The Empress seems pleased. You assured her it was child’s play… She didn’t get the joke, but as a reward, she shared some more knowledge on how primordial beings like herself, Chaos, and Fa are created. So you’ll take it!

Since wishcraft is not a universal field of study, ambient craft that would normally be used by it tends to coagulate and eventually begins to take form into a primordial. Or maybe just act as a shell to enter this reality? Sort of? The wording was unclear, so you suspect there’s more to it. Given the way they bend reality itself, it could literally be all of the above and more! But the energy is a critical part of it, and affects their nature upon completion.

Given your own results, You suspect that Fa was formed, and subsequently ripped apart by, the excess wishcraft energy Astravia was pulling toward itself. Literally made manifest by the people’s faith, and then torn asunder by it. Never got the chance to fully form, left half dead in a crater.

It would explain why their original state resembled much of Astravian mythos. Their eyes are that of the Empress Arcana, the seared off stumps of their Phoenix wings, the dark body of the night sky, their heart glowing like the north star your royal family is named after. The virus overtook some of those physical details, but it’s still present. You wonder is it had some effect on their personality? Astravia is a fairly cruel country, but they’ve been nothing but friendly.

...Astravia doesn't deserve them. The strong lording their power over the weak, punishing any that dare step out of line. And the people will stand by and just let them BLINDING DO IT. Because they’re scared of retribution from your family. Scared of tyrants that aren’t there! No matter what how hard your family and you try and give them chances, this blinding nation never tries to be better!

You almost wish you hadn’t saved it. But then. Your family wouldn’t be around. Fa wouldn’t be around. So it doesn’t matter. You’ll get to go to Vaugarde again later, once everything has caught up. Meet with your old family again. See how this new world treated them.

Fa kind of reminds you of yourself, back in that world. Lost. Alone. Their only anchor being their family. But so often abandoned by everyone else. Only getting the chance to live by luck alone. You don’t want them to suffer that. You want to make it so they can be happy! Blind it, they deserve it! Not this cruelty! Not this hatred!!!

...It’s fine. You can fix this. You can make it work. There MUST be a solution. You don’t think you can fix the kingdom. Dad, Mom and the others have been struggling enough with that as is. More importantly, the people will never accept Fa as they are now. Not with that constant hazard they pose.

… Maybe that’s an angle? They’re literally the embodiment of the faith. If they could be fully restored, instead of kept alive, made into a full primordial instead of a halfway biohazard… Well you have faith that would work. Wishcraft is your specialty! I mean, it can’t be harder then turning back time or rewriting a country into existence?

You’ll keep this idea quiet for now. No need to worry them over it, let them focus on more traditional methods. Pass it off as research into Arcana restoration, as there’s plenty of overlap. Stars, maybe they can help each other! Ones stuck in reality, one’s stuck outside it! Wouldn’t that be a pleasant surprise!

Yes. There is ALWAYS a solution. And you can find this one!

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As you enjoy your breakfast, you contemplate what you read. These references to an entirely different world have been a surprise to you. And a worrying one.

From what little you can glean, apparently this isn’t the first time Astravia had a cataclysmic event occur to it! You have no idea what it was, but Siffrin apparently fixed it, somehow.

People had theorized Timecraft could do some interesting things, but apparently Siffrin took it to a whole new level! Even more then Fantasia did.

...Speaking of Fantasia.

...Literally born from faith. Was almost like Change or Expressions… No wonder Change took such interest in them. It’d be like watching a baby get kicked to the curb.

But one thing worries you. From what you gather, Astravia was a very unpleasant place to live for most. Brutal to a fault. If Fantasia was born from it… How did that affect them?

You remember how they acted that day in Dormont. Before they fought the king. How they changed to something cruel and callous on a dime. How they seemed scared after the fact. You remember Equinox, and how far they were willing to go to prove a point. How they nearly gouged out Bonnie’s eye for it….

Is there something under the surface they are hiding? Even now?

...Gems alive, you need to stop this.

You hate being scared of them. But you just can’t get those shattering worries out. But it's hard NOT to, given the whole 'eating people' and 'destroyed an island' things. Even if you know they would never willingly hurt you, you had partners in the day like that. Gems, YOU were like that...

But you also KNOW they’ve been hiding something. The others have been ignoring it, trying to keep themselves from worrying, but you haven’t.

How they sneak away every night, without fail. How when you fought a sadness day before yesterday, and they looked at you with this wild look in their eyes even after it was dead. How they've seemed weaker every day. How they put on a fake smile the second you or anyone looks at them. How they haven't sang a single song since Dormont.

Some of that could just be trauma, but the moment anyone notices, they pretend like nothing is happening. They are a terrible liar.

You wished for this shattering book so you could try and get some fears off your back. Figured being better informed would help. Make it so you’re more assured. Be ready for any troubles that might come up. Or at least give you SOMETHING to discard these theories! But it doesn’t! It hasn’t helped at all!

Hm. But you do know what MIGHT be useful. Or more accurately, who.

You turn towards Fa, enjoying their own breakfast nearby. They went hunting yesterday afternoon, but are enjoying Bonniface’s cooking none-the-less. Regardless, you should ask for a favor.

◆ “Fa, mind if I borrow that console a bit? I want to try out that ‘messaging’ they mentioned, and to see to see if the others have any advice on anything.”

✦ “Oh! um. Yes. Alright!”

Gems, this new Fantasia is a lot more shy then Siffrin was. Sure, the old Siffrin was quiet, but they had this air of confidence and lightheartedness that Fantasia simply does not. Fair enough, but still.

Fantasia hands you the device. You’ve seen them use it a bit before, so it’s not TOO hard to figure it out. Especially since your wish lets you read Astravian rather easily. You find the messaging software, and find an option called ‘Scale chat’, which you presume must be them.

It’s supposedly like sending a letter, yes? Best treat it as such.

◆ {Greetings. This is Odile. I’m messaging to look for any pertinent advice and knowledge about Fa, or Fantasia as they have chosen. They are, as one would expect, uninformed about themselves. And given they only revealed their actual nature a few days ago, we have little and less to go off of. In addition, they have been acting as ‘Siffrin’ the entire time we’ve known them, further complicating knowledge. Any information about them, physical or personality wise, would be recommended.}

There. You believe you’ve gotten the message across. You wonder when- hm?

♯ {Hi Odile! Wow, how the stars do you know Astravian?!

♫ {Oh Fantasia’s such a neat name!}

𝄢 {My father would be proud. Also, how much you know?}

Oh. So, this is far more quick then you were expecting. Hm. Well, that works out well.

◆ {Fantasia taught us the Favor tree ritual, and I wished to know more about them. Got a copy of Siffrin’s lab notes and the ability to comprehend Astravian.}

◆ {Aside from that, only that their diet consists primarily of sadnesses and wildlife, that they can replicate entire organs (such as a stomach for normal food), and a rough idea of their capabilities.}

𝄢 {I presume that wish came with the ability to parse my brothers terrible handwriting. I've not read them myself, as he used them a bit as his own private journal.}

𝄢 {That said, how far are you? Approximately.}

◆ {Not very far. I've just learned how their star half was created. Only had it for a few days.}

♫ {Well, I can help with the food stuff! I’ll make a list of everything I know!}

Bonnie will be pleased with that. You’d best let them know.

◆ “Bonnie, Letting you know, you actually might be able to help Fa with food. They’re prepping notes now.”

✿ “CRAB YEAH!!!! Oh! Ask them if they got some cool recipes, I wanna know all of them! Especially ones Tay likes!”

✦ “Tay?”

✿ “Yeah, Fan-Tay-za!”

◉ “Gasp! The first nickname!”

▲ “Oh, nice one!”

You chuckle, and nod at Bonnie, and relay their request.

♫ {Of course! I’ll get Ti to throw in a few as well!}

♪ {Nille wants to know more about Bonnie cooking.}

◆ {Yes, they are quite the skilled chef. Don’t worry, we make sure they are responsible with cookware, though we hardly need to.}

𝄡 {I look forwards to sharing knowledge. Returning to the main question. There’s not much I can think of on the psychological front. Especially that would stick after so long.}

Right. The one thing you are most worried about. You need SOMETHING.

◆ {Anything is appreciated.}

𝄢 {Hm. Well, you mentioned their otherworldly nature. There is ONE thing about that which may still be present.}

◆ {Yes, I had theorized as much. I'd like details, if possible.}

𝄢 {While for the most part they are a fairly normal person for their circumstances, they do have some additional psyche’s that have formed from Astravian culture.}

Perfect, exactly what you need!

𝄢 {Have you seen their horn light up a particular shade before?}

Ah. Right, yesterday morning, where they were in that oddly simple minded state… That’s… NOT what you were expecting.

◆ {Yes. Darkless. How the gems is that based on culture?}

♪ {Oh that must have been fun. Hope you gave them pets.}

♫ {It’s based on the more benevolent parts of the kingdom! The Loyalty of the people, the blessings of the stars, and so on! There are some additional cultural implications as well, but that would be an entire essay.}

♪ {Yes, some symbolisim to it. White was synonymous with the best of Astravia. It’s unfortunately fitting that Commonfolk were not allowed to wear white.}

Hm. Well that’s good to know at least. Also, you noticed you instantly understood White is the same as Darkless, but with an extra connotation? Worth remembering.

You also remember their outfits, with that bit of cultural context. Mi was mostly lightless or dark clothing, but you noticed Aurola and Regulus had pure white armor over dark clothing. Further, Song and Titania’s outfits were mostly White. As is Fantasia’s now that you think on it.

What a strange class system. Though it does remind you of Ka Bue in a way.

𝄡 {There are two more Psyche’s like that one, but you might not see them. Regardless, They are all still Fa, and they can enter or leave said mentalities fairly easy, if needed and prompted. But they might not be aware of them otherwise. Worth noting ahead of time.}

◆ {Thank you. I’ll keep that in mind.}

♪ {Just in case, Keep an eye out for Black. That one can get messy. Not as bad as it seems at first, but certainty messy.}

Ominous. Black means lightless, right? Maybe that is what occurred back then? You’d best keep an eye out.

You wait for Mi to send that list, then hand it to Boniface, who starts memorizing it instantly.

✿ “Woah! Oh that’s so crabbing cool! I gotta try that!”

Bonnie starts grabbing their cookware and trying some stuff out. Including using some craft? How odd.

Well, with that all handled, it’s best to start resuming travel. You help the others start to pack up, so you all can get back to the road.

>>>

Your cart begins to close into the next town. Réfroir, if you remember its name right? A frankly beautiful town. Known for its crafted glass, you remember when you visited it last time that you’d gotten to see it during night. The way light refracts throughout the entire town, only a handful of lanterns are needed, barely any on a full moon. You hope to see it again tonight.

Fantasia is a bit nervous going into a town how they are. Mirabelle makes a suggestion to use a hairband to pass off the horn as an accessory, to put them at ease. Fa does, however, change their eyes back to normal human eyes. You’d grown somewhat accustomed to their odd cat-like eyes, but it is nice to see they can do that.

After getting into town, you have Isabeau and Mirabelle see about finding you all a place to stay, taking Bonnie with them, while you and Fantasia see about getting the cart and Bayard taken care of. You find a place willing to hold your cart, and when you meet up with Fa, they are followed by… by...

A wolf. An unusual. Dark furred. Wolf.

◆ “...I have a few questions.”

✦ “Bayard didn’t want to stay in the stables, and asked if I could do something. I’d hunted some wolves earlier so…”

◆ “You changed a horse into a wolf?”

✦ “I had a few options, but they wanted wolf. Was curious how it felt.”

...Absolutely astounding. The surprises simply never cease.

◆ “The horse learned he could shapeshift and instantly indulged?...How Vaugardian of them.”

Si- Fantasia lets out a chuckle at that. The wolf lets out a light bark. They do seem to be enjoying the body, at least. They’re running around quite a bit, sidestepping, circling, jumping. Very excitable.

✦ “Yeah, wolves are really agile aren’t they?… Well they don’t have as much endurance, so it’s overall fair… Oh Bonnie would love that! Absolutely!”

Well, you suppose that is a nice bonus? Get to show Bayard the sights. They can even stay at the inn with you all, though they are still rather big. Wolf, not dog, after all. You scratch behind the ears, and they lean into it.

Bayard lets out a pleased rumble. Well, best to head to the others!

>>>

The lodge you all got was rather nice. Mirabelle had to talk UP the price a good bit, as the person was planning to just give them the place for free, but you managed to pay mostly fair. You don't want to exploit your savior status too much.

You’ll likely have to do some odd jobs for cash like usual, but given the state of Vaugarde right now, there’s plenty to work with, even after the king.

Sadness hunting would work well, but Fantasia typically does that in towns. Quite a few about still, even if they’ve been slowly returning to normal levels. With winter coming in, distributing emergency supplies is probably useful. And some people are probably desperate, so the defenders might need some help.

Heh. Working with defenders, that one amuses you. Would be QUITE the change of pace from back in Ka Bue! Well, at least defenders don’t kill you for breaking the law. And it’s not like you have for a while. Not since…

You hold the gem hanging off the left side of your head. Couldn’t keep going, not after worrying your father so much.

▲ “What’s up M’dame?”

Ah, time to leave that train of thought.

◆ “Considering what we should do to gather funds while in town. I might help the local defenders.”

✦ “Can I come with?”

Hm? That’s a little unexpected.

◉ “Really? I would have thought you’d go for sadness hunting like usual?”

✦ “Just. Felt like a change of pace!”

More of that fake smile… Well, you certainly wouldn’t mind, and you can keep an eye out for any other behavioral changes.

◆ “I’m not opposed to company. Anyone else?”

✿ “I’ma help hand out supplies! I can cook some meals for people, and I wanna try some of these new cooking crafts Mi and Ti sent!”

▲ “I’ll go with you! Many hands make light work!”

Bayard barks, clearly eager about something. Si-Fantasia turns towards Bonnie and smiles.

✦ “Bayard has volunteered to be Bonnie's noble steed!”

✿ “Oh CRAB YEAH! Aw that’s so crabbing cool!”

Given the wolf’s excited response, they seem to think the same!

◉ “I think I’ll go sadness hunting then! It um. Would let me have some space. To think.”

◆ “Very well! Meet you all back here then.”

A plan in mind, you all set out.

As you head out the door, and towards the defender’s building, you swear you saw something, out of the corner of your eye?… Nevermind. You are sure it’s fine.

>>>>

The defenders gave you the task of patrolling the streets, double checking for any disruptions. They trust you to take care of it should anything happen, given the whole ‘saviors’ thing. Even the rumor you both are assisting them will help a lot in keeping trouble down.

Fantasia is just taking the day easy. There isn’t much to worry about, for the most part. Had to settle a disagreement or two, but a stern word was all it took. They caught one pickpocket, but let them off easy with a firm talking to and sending them over to Bonnie and Isa. No worrying tendencies from them.

However, one thing has been worrying you... You SWEAR you are being followed. Two people, showing up every now and then. Watching you specifically, before vanishing. They have weapons, and by their stance, skill to use them.

And they’re Ka Buan.

It’s been years. Your bounty should be out of the picture. So what is their interest in you?

You see one of them try and hide off in an alleyway up ahead. Good, You need to address this NOW, before things get tricky and the others get involved. You wordlessly follow them in, Fantasia following behind you, somewhat confused.

You become equally confused, when they aren’t here. Gems. A Craft Mirage. It’s a trap.

㊊ “Well well well. Thought that would be harder.”

㊐ “Lost your touch with age, Madame Odile?”

Fa looks at the two, confused. But the moment the two men unsheathe their blades, it becomes very clear what’s happening.

◆ “You both are far from home. Mind telling me why you’re drawing swords on an old woman?”

㊐ “Lord Fuhai sends his regards. He’s paying handsomely for your head.”

Of course. That man would hold a grudge. Guess he finally got his council seat.

Fantasia puts themselves between the men and you. You ready your book, craft beginning to sizzle in the palm of your hand.

✦ “Look, I’d rather we don’t fight. Don’t hurt my friend, and go away. You get one war-”

Fa barely has a moment before they are cut in half in a single swing, straight from their shoulder to the hip!! Gems!!

As Fa falls to the floor, the two step over their body, pointing their blades at you.

㊊ “Any last words?”

◆ “Go shatter yourself.”

You fire off a powerful blast of craft at their face, only to find they sidestepped, and-

!!!!!

GEMS!!!! AAAAHHHHH!!! You! They just- Your arm! One stroke, and they’ve cut off your arm, and then-

HNG! A... blade through your heart. Gems… it HURTS!! You can feel the stiff blade against your flesh, before it’s ripped out.

Warm blood starts to pour from the wounds, as the air fills with a metallic scent. You… You can’t think…. Loosing blood fast… You can feel yourself…. fading…

But then….

You… Feel… something shift…. And… you smell…. Sugar?

《《《

㊊ “Any las- what!?!”

You take a deep gasp of air, as you suddenly feel your body refill with life, unharmed, the phantom pain barely letting you breathe.

What. What just…

Timecraft?

But you… You remember what happened? So do the men too apparently! But. How did?-

Fa.

Gets up.

There is a wicked smile across their face. Uncannily wide and cheerful. Their eyes glow that visceral shade. The remainder of their body twists and tears like fabric under strain, ripping apart in seconds. And from under their skin emerges a cacophony of fangs, limbs and tendrils. A strange laugh fills the air.

And their horn. Glows Black.

[pikachu66]

"Shock me! Make me feel better!"

❤️, 🚢, Peter Criss x Ace Frehley.

December 12th, 1976.

Ace was getting ready silently, which was unusual. This morning, he and Gene had gotten into an argument. When he arrived for rehearsal, the Demon made a snarky comment about Ace's drinking habits. And knowing those two and their stubbornness, it escalated quickly to the point where Peter and Paul had to stop them before they could murder each other.

So here he was, trying to be the bigger person. But honestly, he wanted to slap Gene so badly. Peter grabbed a chair and sat beside him.

"Hey," said the Catman, with a gentle smile.

"Hi..." Ace seemed a bit out of it.

"Don't listen to Gene, he's an idiot."

"I know. He's just—ugh."

"Guys, 5 minutes," said a staff member, reminding them that they had to go on stage and start the concert soon.

Tonight, they were performing in Lakeland, Florida. They chose to make a spectacular entrance: "Detroit Rock City" would open the show, and the members would appear on platforms on each side of the drum kit—Ace and Paul on the left, Gene on the right—then they would walk down some stairs. Simple, right?

They all got into position, in the dark. Paul looked at Ace and smiled confidently, and Ace responded with a wink and a small smile. A voice suddenly yelled:

"You wanted the best, you got the best, the hottest band in the world: KISS!!!!"

And with that, the show began. The Starchild, as usual, ran down the stairs, while Ace, who had very bad balance, took his time. But just to secure himself a bit more, he grabbed onto the railing. He instantly stopped playing, feeling an electric shock go through his body. His grip tightened around the railing against his will. He stood still, only one thought running through his mind as he saw his life flashing before his eyes: <Am I gonna die?>

Suddenly, his hand shook, forcing him to let go of the railing he had been holding onto for what seemed like an eternity. He felt himself falling as everything around him turned black.

Peter saw everything—from Ace grabbing onto the railing to him letting go and falling, not even 10 seconds later. His drum tech, Chuck Elias, was the first to reach the unconscious Spaceman, quickly followed by Peter. The Catman could hear his own heartbeat echoing through his body as stress got the better of him. Everything just seemed to speed up. There was the staff shaking Ace, Gene and Paul looking genuinely worried, and... he stirred and opened his eyes. He was okay. Ace was okay... but the staff members took him away. And without losing a second, Peter ran backstage to his beloved, who looked completely dazed. He grabbed him in his arms and held him tight, as if to never let him go. Behind the curtain, the fans' chanting was overwhelming: "We want Ace! We want Ace! We want Ace!"

"You think you can do it, pal?" asked Bill Aucoin, their manager.

"...I don't know."

Ace's voice was barely a whisper now. He looked down at his hand. His fingertips were burnt. That shock of electricity that struck him wasn't small, and those burns were the proof.

"I can't feel my hands," said Ace, still dazed.

But as the fans' chants grew louder, Ace's motivation grew stronger. Their voices slowly brought him back to himself. He grabbed his guitar and slowly got up from the ground.

"Let's do this."

They walked back on stage, and the Spaceman got a standing ovation as the show started again. From behind his drum kit, Peter kept a careful eye on Ace, impressed by his resilience yet still worried.

/Timeskip to after the show 'cause I'm lazy af/

The guys were packing up, getting ready to go back to the hotel. Peter approached his boyfriend, tapping him on the shoulder to get his attention.

"Love?"

"Hm?" Ace answered, still working on packing up his Gibson Les Paul.

"...You need to go to the hospital." And just with these words, Peter managed to grasp Ace's full attention.

"No..."

"This wasn't a question." His tone was strict, hiding his own worry.

"But I'm okay now..."

"Do you have a PhD to affirm that?"

"Kitten..."

"No. You are going. Period."

"...Can I go tomorrow instead?" Ace asked pleadingly, as a last resort.

"No."

"Please?"

"I said no."

"Pretty please?"

"Are you deaf?"

"Pretty pretty please?" Ace asked while looking up at him with puppy dog eyes.

"...Fine, tomorrow. But I'm keeping an eye on you. Any problem or any little thing different from usual, and it's the hospital."

"Deal!"

Ace hugged his boyfriend, satisfied enough with that answer. They both got in the car to go back to the hotel. Once there, Peter drew Ace a bath, where they ended up both relaxing together, snuggling against each other. After the long, warm bath, they went to bed, holding each other close, letting themselves get the rest they deserved more than anyone else.

---

There we go! This is my first fanfiction, and it is inspired from a real story thathappened to Ace. I used a bunch of news articles and interviews to write this my own way 😊

I reall hope you enjoyed reading it and that you are gonna be staying with me for the rest of the way.

I am open to positive criticism, since i really need to improve.

And with that, have a good day ☀️

[ninjacat1515]

New Patient

@vee-vee-the-starchild owns Arylo, the Villager Healer. I own Matias.

There was a ghost of a knock on the door and Arylo looked up over his reading glasses, squinting at the shadow behind the curtains on the front porch. It was a good head and shoulders above most who dwelled in the Village and Arylo exhaled slowly, knowing who it was. This would require his all and he would be damned if he was going to let an Illager dictate what happened at his own clinic.

"You may enter, the clinic is open."

Dead silence from the shadow followed by grumbled curses and some pacing back and forth. Arylo chuckled and took a long drink of tea before standing and shuffling to the front door. He opened it and a more than 7ft Pillager backed up as if the clinic and Healer were holy objects to ward him off.

"Hello Matias! You're late. Your appointment was supposed to be for 7am sharp, I have a busy day ahead."

The deep red eyes regarded him blearily.

"That is far too early for anything else but sleep."

"Sonny, you have made the decision to live with us. That means you show up when we tell you. Now take a seat!" Arylo waved his cane and motioned for Matias to step inside.

He sat on the exam table and cast a suspicious gaze upon the entire room, scanning the neat shelves of salves, potions, and other medicines.

"Those won't kill ya, but ignoring problems like you have WILL."

"I don't ignore my problems! I am an ILLAGER and we face them head on!"

"Uh huh. Open your mouth."

Arylo poked around the gum line and paused.

"Hmmm."

"Eh??"

A blood pressure cuff was placed around Matias's upper arm and Arylo got the reading, shaking his head. Matias had a surge of panic but a hand patted his knee and the panic slowly simmered down.

"I'm glad you came in. High blood pressure but not the worst I've seen and we'll be getting it taken care of."

"So...OK. That's all we have to do right?" Matias started to stand but Arylo grabbed his tunic and pulled him back down to sit once more.

"You're going to have a proper look over and proper tests. Understood?"

"How many more?"

"As. Many. As. It. Takes. Sonny Jim."

------

The blood work was the most difficult out of all the tests as Arylo had to pursue Matias about the clinic as the Pillager really didn't like the look of the needle.

"If I must I will tie you to the chair! You faced down people with giant blades and all of this fuss for a simple blood draw!"

Matias allowed him to extract what was needed and he took to pacing as he awaited news.

"Well, it is good you decided to live with us. Liver damage and high cholesterol too."

"But that's not...not possible. I feel fine!!!"

"Consequences from a bad lifestyle are possible. You've lived your life like many illagers do, thinking they're damn near untouchable. You're not. And one can feel fine while being in danger. And again we are doing something about it. Far, far better than ignoring things like you've done."

Arylo sat with Matias and had some more tea with him before finally sending him on his way.

"Never forget I am here to help you. Whether you like it or not."

"Understood."

[weikipedia]

Here is the plot of a VERY ambitious fanfic I’m working on. Please let me know if this seems interesting to you or not.

The Gaurdians of Mankind

When one of the guardians of the keys dies, the universe is thrown into chaos. The knowledge of where he hid the powerful artifacts dies with him, and the forces of good and evil are on a race with time to find it before the other as the key holds unspeakable power.

On Earth, three of humanity's guardians, The Demon, Starchild, and Fox, also known as Gene Simmons, Paul Stanley, and Eric Carr of the band KISS, suddenly go missing. This leaves the last remaining band member, the powerless Bruce Kulick, behind and confused about where his bandmates went. How do three people disappear?

Meanwhile, Kai Hansen has been dreaming about Keys, magic, two women he's never met, and a hooded figure calling out to him, pulling him towards some unknown force. He fears he might be going crazy until he sees the two mysterious women in a metal magazine, but why was he dreaming of them?

Sola and Lena Blix, twin sisters, are still trying to piece together the mysterious life of their archeologist father after his sudden death. When they come across a journal of his containing stories of magical forces and seven keys, is this real or another crazy myth?

When the elders bring these four mortals together, the answers will be revealed, and they will be given a mission. Find the key and save the universe.

[bee-writes-whorrors]

Nemuri: Never have I ever been drunk on live radio.

[Emiko, Shouta, and Hizashi put fingers down]

Nemuri: All three of you?? Emiko??

Emiko: It was one time! We went out to drink and ran a little too close to showtime! It's never happened before...

Shouta, seasoned PHYU veteran: Is that what he told you?

Emiko: ...

Hizashi: Mooooving on!

Emiko: Hizashi!!

Hizashi, rushed: Never have I ever made out with a guy that looked like my best friend!

Emiko: [gasp] Oh, get bent! Again! It was one time!!

Shouta, snorting: You made out with a blonde beanpole?

Hizashi: Hey! I take offense to that!

Emiko: ...

Nemuri: ...

Shouta: ... what?

Emiko: ... let's go with that.

Hizashi, shit-eating grin: Where is that sweet latin fling of yours anyways?

Emiko, beet red: Never have I ever gone on a week-long bender and totaled a foreign rental!

Hizashi: [offended scoff] Low blow, Matcha!!

Shouta, sighing, laying down: I told you this would happen... this game always gets pointed.

Nemuri, grinning, leaning over the table: Never have I ever lived and played among flower power hippies.

Emiko: [raises eyebrows in shock]

Hizashi:

Shouta: ...

Shouta: I was undercover, Kayama.

Emiko: [gasp] No!~

Shouta: [scoffs, sneers] Can it, cowgirl.

Emiko: Make me, starchild.

[Shouta flips her off, Emiko sticks her tongue out at him, Hizashi's just glad the heat is off of him]

[georgierre]

i volunteer as tribute for runaway au info dump <3

ough thank u anon... ur generosity will go a long way...

hm where do i even Begin. there's so much to talk about. at the moment i need to work on two things: 1.) the proper structure for the roadtrip fic with nicky and george set mid-june, around 2 weeks after watching preludes, and 2.) the timeline for the universe as a Whole, because it does help me integrate the other drivers into this story better, which is important bc i am definitely Scheming something with the current drivers on the grid LOL.

let's just say... a sequel to starchild has always involved some kind of idea of a driver's strike. i've always been kind of miffed at how some people perceive strikes, because it's clear to me they never touched labor issues in their goddamn life LMFAO. i still need to do a bunch of research for it, specifically on how a strike can escalate past the interest of the drivers and towards something that'd fight for the interest of other f1 employees as well (there are layoff's in both teams AND the fia fyi).

baby hotline actually is going to be a fic that should showcase the gpda's pathway towards figuring that out. george's departure hit many drivers hard and made them realize how uncompassionate they were about george's advocacies before he left. so this really is radicalization 101 for the rest of the drivers, figuring out what it means to successfully perform a strike in a business as suppressive as f1.

[mochinek0]

Daminette December 2023: 11-School Play

Damian was frustrated. Marinette had volunteered herself to help with the school's play costumes. She was too busy afterschool, now. She couldn't spend time with him like before. They couldn't paint or go to cafés. They couldn't go to the park. So he decided to take food to her dorm.

Marinette was startled when someone began to bang on her door.

'What the fuck?'

Marinette opened the door and was shocked Damian was the one trying to break her door down. Without a word, he barreled his way inside.

"Damian, what are you doing here?" Marinette questioned, closing the door.

"It's Thursday." he answered, "We eat curry on Thursdays and since you weren't answering, I brought it here."

Marinette watched as he set the food on the coffee table. He kept eyeing her fabric and then going back to taking their food out of the paper bags.

'When did I last spend time with him? I think it's been about two weeks.'

Mari smiled, "Sorry, Damian. I've been so busy and I do forget to check my phone, when I get lost in my work."

"Did you do your homework?" he asked.

"Yes." she replied.

"All of it?" he pushed.

The designer winced, "Sort of."

"Curry and then homework." Damian stated.

"But-" she argued.

"Then you can finish." he persuaded.

"Damian-" Marinette began.

"Tomorrow is Friday. I will get you coffee at night, if you do the homework." Damian declared.

Marinette nodded and sat next to him, looking at the food.

"You're the best." she whispered.

"How much longer do you have to work on the play?" Damian asked.

"Over the weekend and partial of next week." Mari winced.

Damian just sighed before taking a bite of his food.

"I'm sorry that I've been too busy for you." Marinette spoke.

Damian flinched, realizing she had come to the conclusion all on his own.

"I am simply making sure you are eating and sleeping." he declared, "How many more do you have to work on?"

Marinette answered, "I only have five more dresses. I have all of their measurements and they are simple off the shoulder, knee length dresses with faux fur trim. If I work this weekend on them, they'll all be finished. The only thing I'll have to worry about at school is the fittings and if anything needs last minute repair."

"Good." the Wayne heir grumbled.

Marinette smiled softly. She had no idea that when she volunteered to help with the Winter school play, that Damian would get so jealous.

"I'm glad I chose to do this." she whispered.

Damian stopped mid-bite and stared at her.

"At my old school," Marinette spoke, "I would have been forced to do it. Here, I volunteered and they paid me for all of the material. My old school never would have paid me, just told me I was doing 'my job'."

Damian stopped eating and closer to her.

"As long as they arent taking advantage of you." Damian replied, as he continued eating.

"No." Mari said, "I would have quit. No more weak Marinette."

She saw Damian smirk in between his bites.

"Tell you what." Marinette announced, "The next time I think of helping, I'll let you know so you can help me stay organized."

"Deal." Damian answered.

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