#they're competent on their own but it's like. half as organized as it would be with tomura

[incorrect-league-of-villains]

Hawks: We’re kind of missing something, guys.

Dabi: Cohesion?

Toga: Teamwork?

Spinner: A general sense of what we’re doing?

Sako: And Tomura isn't here.

Dabi: Oh, and that, yeah.

[darcydoesfuckall]

GO Fics I want to write once QE is finished:

Crowley and Aziraphale having bird-like (angel/demon) instincts but no clue wtf is happening to them. Ranging from cute stuff like their wings popping out when they're flustered/enamoured as a mating display (they have no idea why their wings are spontaneously appearing, nor why it is so important they must be IMPECCABLY GROOMED AT ALL TIMES). To more crack-ish stuff like a stupid mating dance (e.g. the apology dance. Cue the 'why am I horny about this?' thoughts) or nesting. Idk, I just like the idea that they're cared for even at the basest level. Plus I'm a sucker for "IDK WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME" fantasy tropes.

The bentley x the bookshop, post season 2. This would be a forced proximity fic for A/C through the medium of their sentient houses (I mean technically Crowley lived in the bentley). This one is currently sitting in my WIP folder.

BAMF Aziraphale going apeshit, post season 2. I've talked about it before. Click here to read more.

Streamer!au. A & C are competing channels with a rivalry that the viewers think is more real than it is. C & A are just like "haha, I'm being funny, making jokes about my friend." but they never clarify that they don't actually hate each other, so their fandoms are at war. Half way through, someone in the fandom make an enemies to lovers joke and so A/C becomes a crack ship, much to the mortification of C & A who are working through very real feelings.

Feel free to steal any of these. QE is about halfway done... ish? So I won't be getting to them in a while.

(I've already told @mrghostrat that I'll be doing the streamer!au first, but I'm still mighty curious what you'll want next.)

Link to QE:

[sl33paholics]

Do you think anyone in Baki would be crazy enough to fight Santana?

Short answer, YES! (All information stated is gathered from the official jojo wiki)

If half of these men are WILLINGLY wanting to fight a man who's from the Jurassic / Cretaceous era who is 10x their size, height, weight, strength, and so and so, then they are DEFINITELY going to fight Santana.

Now, let's do an analysis. The Pillar Men an ancient race of humanoid, and the Pillar Men are very strong in their own right and able to manipulate their bodies to their liking without worry. Such as:

Super Toughness | When Kars fell off a 175cm cliff and Esidisi swallowing a whole fucking dynamite.

The men seem to have a high tolerance when it comes to pain. In the anime, when Esidisi's body was disintegrated, his brain was still able to function and possess Suzi Q. When Santana's body was ripped / burned he was still able to fight back Joseph.

High Intelligence | According to the wiki, they're able to instantly catch on and learn the mechanics like tactics, systems, one's mind and actions, languages, etc.

Not to say that Pickle isn't as smart or intelligent as the Pillar Men, he definitely understands his surroundings and the physical language the men give him while fighting. However, compared to him and the Pillar Men, they definitely take the cake. Santana was able to pick up on the language between the soldiers Von Stroheim just by listening to them through the vents, as well dismantling a gun that takes HOURS for humans to take apart.

Now, when it comes to fighting, or, advanced fighting, Pickle has number one here. This nigga fought fucking dinosaurs. There's no way the Pillar Men could compete with that. Although, like I mentioned earlier, Santana and the rest are able to manipulate their bodies.

Body Manipulation | The men are able to dissociate and break their bones, flatten the organ to any form they desire. Even with a served body, can they remotely control them. As well slipping into another organisms body and control them via inside.

We all know that Santana was able to control his rip chage, having them come out like spikes. Even able to bend them to his will. Think about it, if Katsumi was fighting this man with his severed arm, he would be dead. Santana entering him through that entrance would cause an instant death.

Absorption | The men's bodies are composed of cells that have digestive acid causing the victims to melt, making the illusion of the Pillar man absorbing into their body.

This ALONE could end a fight. If any of the men are bothering and bickering for a fight while he's unasmused and unphased by their efforts, they'll take it as a sign once he starts to walk past them. Getting in front of Santana as he begins to absorb them without the guy realizing that he's at death's door rn.

It's safe to say that the Baki cast would most likely want to fight a man from his time. To see his ability, to test them. To see if he still has the spirit within him to put up a good spar. Just don't let Yujiro find out about this man. Not saying he'll be afraid (cuz psjhhj why tf would he) but considering his abilities and such, the Orge himself may not want to die to a being like him.

[yuraimi-lee-bunny]

Honestly, my passion for Carmen Sandiego and Red Crackle has never ceased, but I was too busy with various little things that I didn't have time to share. But I finally have time, I read a BEAUTIFUL Red Crackle fanfic, so I have a lot of inspiration to share little ideas and crossovers.

1.- I have had this headcanon/crossover since the beginning of this year and I love it! And it may sound very strange but I don't care, here I go: I started watching Bluey at the beginning of this year, I love the Heeler family and since I found out that they're australians I couldn't help but think that Chilli and Bandit would adopt Gray. Gray would love his sisters Bluey and Bingo.

2.- This is perhaps more of a... VERY vague idea but, I find it curious that Gray is an orphan while Chilli suffered a miscarriage, thus losing her first child (it's confirmed by the creator) That has sometimes led to thinking that Gray is the long lost son of Chilli and Bandit. I know, that sounds crazy, but I find Bandit and Chilli's personalities to be similar to some that Gray has.

3.- This is more of a fanfic idea I had two years ago that I didn't get a chance to write, but I want to give some context on the idea at least:

I had the plan of a fanfic where the worlds of Carmen Sandiego and Blookyn Nine Nine were united. Where Amy Santiago was actually not the only woman in her family or the least of they. The Santiagos had a girl named Carmen Santiago, but she was the most rebellious of all. Unlike her parents and family, Carmen had her own convictions and she didn't like that pleasure of having to compete to be the best brother (she knew she was the best), much less being SO organized or SO disciplined as her sister, Amy. She even learned to steal on her own, which made her parents feel ashamed and her male brothers angry because Carm always hid his belongings from them (except Amy. She liked to tease Amy by calling her "nerd" but deep down she loved her a lot) The only thing in common that Carmen and her family had, was wanting to be a police officer, but again, under their own rules. In summary: The Santiagos had enough of Carmen when she turned 18 and they wanted to put limits on her, to the point of threatening to take her last name and basically kick her out of the house. Carmen took it seriously and she did it all by herself. She left the papers at the house and said please NEVER say that she was a Santiago again, she wasn't going to tell them where she was going to live or the new name she had given herself. The only one who was hurt by her departure was Amy, because although she cared too much about her and her black sheep attitude (nickname that she earned from her entire family) she admired her a lot and she felt attached to her. A year later, Amy received a letter from someone named "Carmen Sandiego" to find out that she was her younger sister. Carmen only sends her letters very occasionally, but still, she's appreciated by Amy and knows that her younger sister can take care of herself. Although sometimes, she has rarely been caught by the police for robbery, which worries Amy and when she goes to see her, she's greeted with the notification that Carmen managed to escape from the police station. Out of respect for her sister, Amy has never mentioned her existence, taking the role of being "the only daughter of the Santiagos, and the youngest".

On the other hand, Jake Peralta discovers that he has a younger half-brother, in Australia! Yes, although his father had mentioned to him that he had half-brothers and half-sisters scattered across the United States (and now apparently in other parts of the world) at the last minute, his father informs Jake that he must pick up his younger brother from the airport, since his mother has died and no one in the mother's family accepts him as part of the family. Jake is very excited about this, because for the first time he would meet a brother and he wanted to be a big brother figure for him (and yes... Jake practiced his lousy Aussie accent) Jake only knew his name was Graham, but on the sign it just said "My Aussie younger half-brother" (he didn't put his name because it didn't fit on the sign) While waiting, he noticed something like the good detective he is: a young man was helping a person with his luggage, but with great agility he had stolen the man's wallet. Jake approaches him saying in a low voice "please return the wallet, or no nachos and beer for dinner today, mate" Yes, Jake noticed by the way he spoke that he was Australian, and by certain features that he was from the Peraltas according to In Jake's eyes, Jake was worried that they could be very polar opposites simply because he's a detective and his Aussie brother a thief.

Obviously, there would be Red Crackle, the Red team, the 99 team, VILE, ACME, action and comedy, but I never had the time to write it and since English isn't my forte, the truth only stays in my head many scenes and beautiful moments.

And that's it! Sorry for my long post and if you read it all, I really appreciate it! There is a Red Crackle fic narrated by Gray that if I wanted to do, it would be a one-shot with an optional crossover epilogue, but I hope I can finish it hehehe.

[primalsouls]

Ok so my polyamorous butt loves both Langa and Reki, but there are only a few oneshots on here that show them both together like that. Could you possibly write more if you have the time?

omg it's been such a looong time since i wrote for sk8 😭 i missed my boys orz

since it's been a long time since i wrote for them, they're gonna be a little ooc? i do know that reki can be like excited and fun and langa like quiet yet still determined to be out there, you know lol? but either way, they'll be somewhat ooc 😅

anyway, here's a little something for the meantime while i go rewatch sk8, i just know im not looking forward to seeing that guy 😬 lmao

also blueberry muffins are my fave （˶′◡‵˶）

[08/01/22] I've started this post last week and i just finished and oh man... i did not meant for it to be so long 💀 it was so supposed to be short but i got carried away lmao 😅 also i still haven't rewatch sk8 lol

anyway enjoy! hope you love it! <3

꒥꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷

Sweet like You

pairing: reki kyan x gn! reader x langa hasewaga

theme(s): fluff

warning(s): none

꒥꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷

(Name) stared out the window with their chin propped on the palm of their hand boredly as the teacher continued on about some chemistry problems and their equations written on the board, his back turned on the students. Their mechanical lead pencil twirled lazily in their fingers, a low sigh going through their nose. The young skater stopped listening to the lecture a few minutes ago. Class was already half an hour in. Their mind had long abandoned the subject of today's lessons, swimming down a path of old memories as their eyes stared at the passing clouds. It was a windy day. Their boyfriends mentioned doing some more skill practices after school during their lunchtime for one of Langa's upcoming races with one of the known skaters in the underground group which both boys refused to let (Name) in.

Although (Name) really didn't had any intentions of joining in the S organization. They weren't one for racings or competing against others. They had seen the injuries both Reki and Langa received. It broke their heart seeing their boys be cover in bandages. Such injuries brought an old childhood memory of theirs.

Back when they first started skating on their own, they would be cover in band-aids themselves after spending hours upon hours on learning how to ride a board. After an hour of struggling to step on the board without sliding off from it and earning themselves a scratch on one of their palms or knees, (Name)'s mother would bake them their favorite treat, a plate of warm, delicious blueberry muffins with a glass of milk beside it. Just from the thought of it in their memories made their mouth watered.

Before their mind wander further into their memories, the last bell of the school day rang throughout the whole building. Students begun to pack their stuffs while the teacher remind them of their lessons and their homework for the night, (Name) taking their time as the rest of their classmates rush out to hurry home.

Bored (colored) eyes looked at the school building as the owner stood beside the gates. They waited patiently for their boyfriends to meet up with them at the gates, as they promised during lunch. Squinting their eyes, (Name) saw a mop of baby bluer hair bouncing slightly as Langa ran up them with a determined look on his face.

"(Nickname)!" Langa called out as he reached them, his signature skateboard in hand while the other held his bookbag. "Ready to go? Reki said he would catch up to us later at the usual spot. One of his teachers held him back to get him back on track on his assignments." He explained. (Name) mouthed out an 'oh' as they nodded.

"Ah, I see... I imagined it was the English teacher, huh?" They said, shaking their head when Langa nodded. Though, they didn't mind starting on the training without Reki, (Name) wanted to hang out with both their boys. "How about we wait for Reki st my house? Besides, I've been thinking about making some blueberry muffins. We can make some together and eat them when Reki comes over." They suggested, looking at the other skater.

Lanha stared at his partner, a clear look of a debate going in his head.

"Okay." He answered after a moment of silence.

(Name) grinned and took his hand in theirs, intertwining their fingers as they led the way to find a grocery store.

It was getting close to evening. Reki had texted to the trio's group chat about coming over to (Name)'s house. Thankfully it was a Friday night, having the whole weekend to spend it over at their house while going out to get some training done. Langa and (Name) spent the rest of the time until Reki came back from school gathering the ingredients and measuring them up. From preparing the batter, to mixing the berries in to baking the muffins and letting them cool down after taking them out of the oven.

The duo heard furious knocks coming from the front entrance of the house. (Name) gestured to Langa to stay in the kitchen and place the muffins on plate as they went to check who was at the door. Their eyes beamed when familiar face grinning back at them.

"(Nickname)!" Reki announced, already wrapping his arms around the other skater. "Aah, I missed you!" He said, nuzzling his face against their shoulder. (Name) laughed as they returned the hug and patted his hair.

"It's only been a few hours after school, Reki." They said, chuckling at the cute pout the boy gave after pulling away from the hug to look at them.

"Still! It felt like days." Reki commented, moving away inside the house to let his partner close the door behind them. "Where's Langa? Didn't he came home with you?"

(Name) nodded over to the kitchen before heading back to it with Reki following behind. "Yeah, he did. We stopped by a store to buy some stuff to make my favorite muffins." They answered, grinning lazily when they saw Langa tried to keep a small pyramid of blueberry muffins together on the plate. He wore a concentration look on his face, little bit of his tongue stick out with his brows frowned down their forehead. "Langa~, Reki's here."

Cutting his attention away from a muffin falling down the top of the food pyramid, Langa stood back up with a smile. "Reki! Look, I helped (Nickname) made their favorite muffins." He said, pointing at the muffins with a proud smile on his features. Reki chuckled and nodded, walking over with (Name).

"It really does look delicious."

"Right! I hope they taste as good as my mom had done for me."

"They're cool down, so let's try them."

With Langa's suggestion coming into actions, each skater grabbed a muffin and took a bite into the treat.

"Ooh... They're so good!"

"Really? I think they're second to my mom's."

"Tastes sweet like you..."

Silence grew over the trio as Reki and (Name) looked over at Langa and his comment. Right in the exact moment after the comment left the blue-haired boy's lips, a rudy shade blush decorated (Name)'s cheeks.

"L-Langa, dude! Don't say such corny shit!" (Name) whined, pouting as they covered their face after putting the muffin back on the plate, growing flustered. Langa smiled as Reki laughed loudly.

"Haha! He's not lying, though!" Reki said, pulling their hands away. Once his partner looked at him, Reki stole a quick kiss from them. "See, you do taste like blueberry muffins, so sweet!" He teased, grinning at the other skater's face continued to burn from the teasing.

Witnessing the teasing, Langa huffed and took (Name) by their chin and made them face him, planting a quick kiss, too, surprising them further more as their flushed face grew heated one last time. They sweared they looked like a ripe tomato if the tease continue further. "Hm... Sweet..." Langa muttered, smiling at his partner. Reki grinned, nodding in agreement.

"Oh my gosh..." (Name) whispered under their breath, covering their face once more. "You guys are so corny..." They sighed, smiling a little as their heart fluttered against their chest. (Name) was glad to met the two boys. The duo always know how to get under their skin with the teasing and the affection. They don't mind it, though. It always brings a smile to their heated face and make their heart flutter in love.

[who-do-i-know-this-man]

more tales from the gas station propaganda! i personally would recommend checking out the web series as well as the books honestly - the books are a lot more detailed but the web series is still interesting! if you only read one of em 100% go for the books but they're still pretty neat together and also feature some differences (and an entry or two that didn't make it into the books)! it also felt more immersive to me to read the web series and then read the book, where jack talks about the blog/writing it. i personally started with the web series and moved onto the books afterward, and recommend doing that since it can drag a bit more if you read the books first (since a lot of the web series content is featured in the books). i found it most useful to read the web series + side stories, the books, and then the spinoff/side story bedside manor! the web series is more comedic than horror, though the books also lean more towards comedy in the first half.

anyway, in terms of actual propaganda - alongside the actual plot being really good, the characters are a big highlight! the prev propaganda went into it a bit, but the cast is endlessly fun. jack, the main character, has very dry humor and ends up kind of being "the straight man" of the more eccentric cast, but he's very fun bc unlike a lot of characters who fit that trope, he's JUST as weird and unhinged as the rest of the cast in his own way. his best friend (from book 2 onward at least), jerry (the blonde himbo) is the most chaotically hilarious character - deeply impulsive, wildly overly affectionate with everyone, weird fun fashion, unbothered by functionally everything, and basically just a human puppy given murderous tendencies. he and jack are also deeply pathetic (i say this affectionately).

there's also rosa, one of jack's coworkers in a later book with a massive crush on him (that he's fully oblivious to), is just a ball of sunshine and the only real competent employee; she's also fully unaware of the supernatural shit going on and is Very stressed over it </3 book 4 especially gives her fantastic characterization. o'brien is the local sheriff on gas station duty from book 2 onward (she basically cleans up any shit that goes on at the gas station) and is a little standoffish at first, but gets attached to jack and the rest of the crew pretty quickly (though she tends to show it more through endless nicknames and doing everything she can to keep the cast of idiots safe); she cares a Lot and actually puts effort into trying to keep the town safe and figure out what the fuck is happening

and that's just the main four characters! all of the side characters are also really good - spencer, the murderous stalker who has it out for jack, brick roscoe & brick roscoe, two agents of an unknown organization who cover up supernatural shit, benjamin, an insanely tough monster hunter/survivalist tired of everyone's shit, agatha, a cool old lady with a massive monster truck.. really, there's no shortage of fun characters

also! it's a pretty diverse series, with multiple canonically queer characters (even of the main cast, jack is ace + jerry is bi), physical disability rep, characters of color, and ofc mentally ill characters (again including jack himself) - alongside many people seeing jerry as coded (and potentially canonically?) adhd and jack as coded autistic

i will say that it's important to keep in mind there's a LOT of triggering content - alongside the horror stuff, which includes gore/body horror, unreality, paranoia fuel, torture, kidnapping, stalking, and more, there's also a LOT of discussion of abuse/child abuse and the series doesn't shy away from the bigotry the cast often faces (in particular warning for racism, ableism, and homophobia + slurs), and unfortunately there's also a decent amount of fatphobia in the series. i would 100% recommend the series, but do be warned that it's very heavy, especially towards the end

like the other person said the series is all available in audio format, both through audiobooks and youtube reading of the series! i'm not sure if the books are in any libraries but they're also all available to buy online, and obviously the web series is free to read on reddit and the tales from the gas station website. it's a bit of a long read (i get through books fast and it still took me a good week or two to get through everything even marathon-reading it) but it's worth it imo!

^

[captainschaos]

The third session ticks into play, and it's just Etho and Skizz at the Team T.I.E.S. base. They move around one another mostly in silence, organizing chests, gearing up for the day. To most, this would be awkward, uncomfortable. But these two know one another well, and know one another by looks across tables and peripheral guards on battlefields. Their comfort is shown not in chatter, but in resources wordlessly passed from one of them to the other. Small gifts, appreciated by the fae that counts all hindrances and slights. Small kindnesses, appreciated by the reaper that cannot get enough of the warm moments of life.

But quickly, of course, they are joined by their T and I, and camaraderie comes easy in the chatter! Jokes and jabs, stories and snickers, friendship is thick between words that flow freely. They share what Impulse and Tango brought from the nether, and plans are fully formulated for the week now that they're all together. But behind it all, there is a sound the most pleasant of noise can't drown out.

The ticking of the clock continues.

They all split off to their business quickly to make the most of their quickly draining countdowns, and Skizz finds his in the sky. Skizz's clock is the loudest, his pull toward death the strongest, and he knows it well. The reaper's wings may not keep him safe as he begins to build SkyNet below his own feet, the pure white feathers thinned and clipped by this world that doesn't allow flight (an unfair advantage, particularly for a fighter of his caliber), but they bring him a sense of security anyway. A reminder, if nothing else, that he was made for this. He looks over the server with drained, yellowed eyes, and for just a moment he can hear every heartbeat in time with the persistent ticking. The reaper's senses remain with him, not enough to be unfair, but to keep him confident. He knows death. He does not fear it.

Well, until he takes a stupid fall to his stupid death. It was just one second, just one distraction as his foot slipped- it doesn't matter. He drags himself back from spawn, frowning and screaming his frenzied frustrations as Tango and Impulse laugh at his literal slip up. But he knows they're not really laughing, and they know he's not really angry. Not at them, at least. But he feels his time running out, and he feels the desperation beginning to well up. His yellowed time is beginning to rust toward red, and it rubs against the back of his throat. Impulse warns him that he has to look out, and he knows. Trust him, he knows.

(Down below, a different warning is uttered. Tango pokes at Etho as he passes the man by, giving a passing comment about thieves at the mob farm. Etho nods, and later, when the phoenix returns to find him standing with a red-handed Bdubs, he gives a quiet signal with a half-joke. A quip about killing Tango last, disguising acknowledgement that he's got his head in the right place. They don't have time to kill- it's come time to kill.)

They meet in the middle for a moment, a sweet moment. Etho is tired, his hands fumbling with the crafting materials and his mind jumbling the recipe. He tosses the materials toward Skizz, the reaper in need of his teammate's confidence and in need of his own, and a trade is made. Both spirits are boosted as Etho is allowed to let Skizz be the competent one for a second, and Skizz catches the knowing look Etho gives him as he's given this chance to prove himself useful, if mostly to himself. They give each other a smile before parting ways again.

Clock back in.

(Up above, a different threat is woven. Impulse passes Skizz on SkyNet, taking a handful of TNT from him. He makes no response to Skizz's questions, but his knowing look and barely-suppressed smile says it all. And he steps back, an acknowledgement that his head's in the right place. The reaper will help the demon with his silence. They are on the same timeline- time to kill.)

They're all milling about like ants at work, and Etho feels even more ant-like as he finds his work below ground. He watches his clock closely, his elevated senses twitching with every tick. No matter how far he is from death, he can never be far enough for comfort. So it's a boring task, threatening death by boredom for a chaotic soul like him, but the protection of diamonds is simply too powerful to ignore. His tail flicks back and forth, and though his connection to the world is different in this place that careens so quickly toward death, the fae is still grateful for the small hints he gets from his surroundings. Even if they don't lead him toward diamonds, they are a reassurance, the tremor of mob footsteps and shifting stone a comfort. He hears death. He does not fear it.

Well. Until his stupid death lands on top of him with a stupid fall. It was just one second, he didn't have time to dodge- it doesn't matter. Now all he can do is hear his death with the painful blast, and the even more painful taunting at spawn. He is silent against the noise around him as he steps into the water to escape the laughter, Tango and Impulse among the loudest of them. But they're not really laughing, and he's not really mad. At them. And yet there is an anger that he continues to carefully listen to within him, and it's getting louder. It's all he can do to keep it at a whisper as he tells the silent, watching Grian that the time to kill is near. And he knows what he'll do with it.

Trust him, he knows.

[There will be one of these for each week! This is 3/?]

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[overthinking-with-katy]

Hello and welcome to Utter Ridiculousness, the likes of which happens sometimes when I'm sleepy! :)

Alrighty, so! A highly abstract and conceptual (at this point, at least) Psych-but-Star-Wars AU, using as a starting point of inspiration Lassiter interrupting Juliet's briefing (Psych S4E13::Clone Wars S2E6), basing character substitutions on where it's convenient for them to be (rather than on personality like I probably should), and, as my sister would say, flopping around and finding out. I AM FORMULATING THIS IDEA AS I GO SO DO NOT TAKE ANY OF IT SERIOUSLY.

Jedi and the Force are a thing, by the way. Just a note, as a slight establishment of continuity or something.

Carlton Lassiter-> Anakin Skywalker, head detective of... the department of Somewhere. I dunno exactly where he's based yet. Might be Tatooine, might not, we'll- TATOOINE LIBERATION ARC (in the tone of SQUIRREL)! Though obviously I could never write one of those even half as well as cough SOME people I know cough but we'll see. Anyways, he's, like, both the favorite and the problem child of the Jedi Order/Police At Large, because he gets stuff done but nobody likes how. He was trained by Obi-Wan Kenobi, who now works with some elite task force somewhere (the Council) but pops in a lot (invited or otherwise) to help Anakin with stuff.

Juliet O'Hara-> Ahsoka Tano, Anakin's junior partner (see: padawan. I'm not quite sure how being the police fits in with the Jedi Order yet so bear with me). Since them two are like the best team, they get all the difficult cases, which given that Ahsoka is um pretty young actually! causes Anakin to be constantly oscillating between Teach Child How to Solve Crimes and Keep Child Away from Criminals. (Usually he does the first one, and when he tries to do the second one Ahsoka vetos it and comes along anyways, with or without permission.)

Karen Vick-> Padmé Amidala. We're deviating from the source material a little bit. Well clearly it is not a little bit it is a lot bit but ANYWAY! She runs the department because she's good at Organizing Chaos, and Leading People in Doing the Right Thing, and also at Administrative Stuff even though she hates it. Also because the Jedi work for the Senate- maybe I should've started with that. (She also has an elite task force of her own- see: Naboo Handmaidens! They're, like, a secret spy team or something.)

Nobody suspects that the chief and the head detective are actually married. Definitely not. (That's a lie. Everyone knows. They all just turn a blind eye and rely on plausible deniability, because Rules prevent married couples from working together because conflict of interest something something I guess? but everybody loves both of them and doesn't want either one to get fired or transferred or anything.)

Ooof but then Padmé might have to take an extended leave to Naboo or something once she gets pregnant (which she has to at some point obviously it's Star Wars) because given enough time there's no way people won't notice and it's not like she can just ban literally everybody from her office. Anakin's gonna hate that and it'll take some figuring.

I guess Rex is McNab but more competent? XD He's definitely a lot more involved in the story, and Anakin and Ahsoka take him on missions with them more often than not. (I'll need to figure out what exactly is going on with the clones in this universe. A lot of it doesn't make sense- at least not yet- again, bear with me. :))

Mmm this is where it gets interesting.

Shawn Spencer-> Korkie Kryze, planetary leader's "nephew" (see: son) who somehow ends up accidentally looking like he has some sort of Fancy Magical Ability, and has to keep up appearances because Reputations and Publicity, or something like that. (Clearly, the characters who are suggesting themselves to be in these roles are very different from the original roles. In his case it's less "commit to the bit" and more "commit to NOT RUINING A MINIMUM OF SEVERAL THINGS FOR MOST OF THE PEOPLE I KNOW". )

Henry Spencer-> Duchess Satine Kryze, for obvious reasons. She's not quite on board with all Korkie's LIES AND DECEIT, but is the definition of "I know a guy" because as a politician she does in fact know many people who know many things. So she aids and abets, no matter how grudging it appears to be. I mean, what is she supposed to do, not help her kid?

Side note: if there's gonna be a legitimate and/or believable reason for Obitine to be separated, the police force will essentially have to BE the Jedi Order. They're probably more like Space FBI or something than normal police. Eh, I'll figure it out. Essentially Jedi Code is still in effect.

Burton Guster-> Barriss Offee, Jedi healer who's been stationed on Mandalore for a while as… a glorified doctor or something I guess? Force Healing Attending at the Sundari hospital? Apparently in this universe Jedi regularly work in places other than the Temple and/or Coruscant, so we're gonna go with that. Anyway, she's friends with Korkie, and helps him keep up appearances after they get into a Situation together.

As a result of said Situation, about which I do not know the particulars as of yet, the Jedi all end up thinking Korkie somehow has psychometry despite being Force-null. Really he's just very good at reading both people and situations, because his politician mom taught him to be. Obviously neither he nor Barriss is actually psychometric, which makes it a little difficult for them to keep THE JEDI ORDER convinced that he is.

This almost becomes a very big problem at some point when there's an appearance by Quinlan Vos, who is an actual psychometric detective, and his (technically former) partner Aayla Secura, who can clock a lie from a mile away. Do they know Korkie is faking? Obviously. Do they care enough to tell anybody? Absolutely not. Does Quinlan give him tips on making his fake psychometry more believable? Nobody can prove it!

By dint of a) Obi-Wan being "old friends" with Satine (their McMess of a marriage- it gets better later, of course- is ACTUALLY a secret, though Anakin definitely suspects something) and b) Quinlan being extremely hard to get in touch with, due to him constantly working with the rather questionable Dathomir detective division (Aayla is the only one who's suspicious about that, just because nobody else really hears anything about what he does), Korkie becomes the default person to call whenever people need a lil extra help with a case.

Also Padmé and Satine are Senate Besties, so Padmé has no problems hiring Korkie. She just… doesn't really question the whole psychometry thing, cause she's used to Jedi being weird (the one she's married to being among the weirdest of them) so at this point she just rolls with it. Anakin does question it, loudly and frequently. Padmé thinks he's just jealous. Ahsoka questions it a little, cause it doesn't quite make sense sometimes, but even when it doesn't she goes along with it anyways cause it's fun! She's definitely a frequent participant in shenanigans (both sanctioned and unsanctioned) with Korkie and Barriss, with whom she forms a highly chaotic trio. Anakin is not entirely sure how to feel about this, because a) she has friends her age now and that's good! however, b) said friends are constantly getting into Situations and dragging Ahsoka with them. (That's not entirely true; the vast majority of the time, Ahsoka is going along with them completely voluntarily.)

Oh, and Shmi Skywalker lives. Just as a general rule, even though I don't know precisely what's going on with her yet. It's just unacceptable in any universe if she doesn't.

Now apparently I have to rewatch Psych for storyline help, even though I haven't finished watching it the first time yet (due to watching it with my family, who are almost never all in the same place at the same time, let alone at a good time for shows). So... welcome to Katy's brain coming up with ideas she may or may not ever actually write. Thank you and goodbye! <3

@clawedandcute I TOLD YOU THIS WAS ALL YOUR FAULT (AFFECTIONATE)

[circlejourney]

In defence of art that no one sees

I'm having a lot thoughts emerging from @koyoba's Twitter thread about how social media has made the experience of fiction a compulsory public practice, and how it's been leveraged as "organic advertising"--but specifically on the subject of fanart.

I used to force out fanart for exposure. I spent literal years playing to the algorithm: I'd see that a work of fiction I liked was popular in the current zeitgeist, and think, "an opportunity to earn Social Media Points and get more visible!" Around 2014-2016, I made it a personal rule to post at least 2 pieces of fanart a week.

And like, it worked. I got thousands of followers out of it. I was a half-competent artist, had ideas, and did sincerely love those stories--and also very much felt a need to capitalise on that love. So a lot (not all, but a lot) of the fanart I made began as a fleeting thought, inflated into a full project solely by the prospect of likes and shares.

This tendency is made quite clear when I think about what stories I chose to make fanart for. Steven Universe and Homestuck? I loved them both, and both had very active fandoms, so I spent years of my life making fanwork--there was an ecosystem, a captive audience. But my actual favourite works of fiction--typically standalone films (Inception, WALL-E) and books (Lord of the Rings)? I quietly read, watched, revisited them for years without drawing a single thing for them. Fanwork production was not my default mode of engagement with stories I liked--it was one I was slowly absorbed into as I observed these active networks of shared imagination and the resultant high levels of engagement. The first few pieces of fanart were always sincere, and then it gradually lapsed into the territory of obligation.

It was such a dishonest reflection of the pattern of my interests, though. I've rarely stayed at the "actively conceptualise and make fanwork" phase of fiction investment for more than a year. It's just not how I work. I skate from one story to another, and eventually end up back at my own narrative projects, which are infinitely more rewarding to me.

But other people do find an equal fulfillment in fanwork. In the past, I'd come back to someone's profile years later and be surprised that they were still actively producing fanwork for it. Now I understand that this is because the niche filled by original work (for me) is where fanwork sits in many other people's creative repertoires, and I respect that completely--this post isn't about those people or a criticism of their work.

But also, and here is where I would broaden the scope a little: fanart is heavily incentivised over other kinds of art. (Specifically fanart, I don't think fanfiction has quite the same sort of ecosystem.) It's free advertising for franchise fiction--consider how Overwatch's publicity managers released character sheets, hired cosplayers to dress as their characters, and generally supported fan work--it's a seemingly benevolent gesture, but it is also very much an advertising strategy that works. Organic, word-of-mouth publicity. Publishers, social media platforms, and even we ourselves, have a vested interest in keeping franchise fiction in the minds of artists and rewarding the production of fanart: it's "content" that'll get clicks, impressions, followers and ultimately money for everyone along the food chain of creation and dissemination.

And when the algorithm is designed to amplify click-attracting content, art that people can consume and forget quickly become orders of magnitude more visible than art that means something to just a handful of people (sans any additional effort to research and bond with it). With fanart, there's no barrier to entry, since you already know the characters and relationships--no need to find out more and form a connection with the work they're from--and you can simply hit "like" and "share" and get the full experience out of the art within a minute. And it becomes so, so much more popular.

And this wouldn't all be so insidious if we (or at least I) haven't been trained by these platforms--by unread badges, push notifications, follower counts--to crave engagement. I've felt the pull of that compulsion, to make more fanart I don't really care for, every time I wake up to hundreds of interactions on fanart I posted months ago and none on original art I posted the day before. Or every time I post original art and lose a follower. The numbers get translated in my mind into relative indicators of like/dislike. So just like people repost comedic or outrageous takes because they get popular, I (and surely people like myself) make more fanart than I would if it weren't incentivised by revenue-motivated social media algorithms.

I know in some cases, attracting engagement is a necessary evil, such as when you're hoping to make your living off of art. If this is your publicity strategy, I'd say go for your life, we need to put food on the table and we deserve to do so with a job we like. I also can't deny the pleasure of having someone engage with one's work fully invested in it. But l think there's nothing trivial about even one person being genuinely invested in your original work, particularly without the boost of publicity channels, and numbers belie that. One person taking the time to think about your original characters is so much more valuable than one fanart reblog.

How does my thinking outlined here affect how I'll approach art and fanwork, and what do I think would be a good response to algorithmic bullshit? I don't think the point is to guilt trip people into reblogging original art if they don't otherwise feel a desire to. Like, it would be really cool to make it a social norm to reblog any art you like--but we kind of have to accept that by the force of platform algorithms amplifying the statistical tendencies of users, fanart is always going to attract more visibility.

I just hope that anyone who's read this far is willing to look into any original work that crosses their feed, if the person who made it is someone they like. Also, those ad hoc grassroots efforts to make original work more visible--"share your OC art"/publicity threads and events--have actually been great for discovering others. And as much as Toyhouse sucks sometimes, it has the highest concentration of people who will go to the extra effort to learn about the original projects behind the art, out of anywhere on the internet that I've been.

I'm a person with shifting interests. Im the sort who will draw a handful of pieces for one fandom, and then quietly enjoy the rest of the fanwork while moving on creatively. The fact that I feel a need to ossify and continually perform my interest in franchise fiction to "hold" followers is frankly depressing. Realising that it's all part of hostile platform design has helped me wean myself of the need to do things for the algorithm, but I still have some way to go.

And well, you're gonna keep seeing my OC art, because that's where my love lies, and the joy I feel when others engage with those is rarely motivated by numerical success. I would like to commit to interacting more actively with others' works too, and maybe emphasise how cool I think it is that we're materialising entire lifetimes from our minds. If people wanna unfollow me for that, then I guess they can be my guest. This blog is my sanctuary for posting whatever the hell I want, including my ongoing OC project brainrot :)

[infernowritesthings]

Witches and Whalebone Chapter 5 Behind the Scenes

So this ended up taking way longer than planned for reasons but here we go nonetheless. Chapters 1-4 will get posts later but this was the freshest on my mind.

This will contain spoilers for the chapter. Without further ado:

This chapter was interesting to write from a meta standpoint because there's a lot of factors happening at the Peil Manor all around the same time. It definitely took some careful working out what had to happen and how things happening to other perspective characters would affect Miorine's PoV, while also leaving things vague enough that I still have flexibility when writing other chapters even if the characters start running away with the plot (which they often do.)

In the same vein I ended up having to make a very simplistic map of how the mansion is laid out, which I might end up refining a bit and posting here someday, along with the interior for A Drop of Mercury. It's shaped a bit like an arrow with one side lopped off; long and boxy with an angular half-arrowhead extension on one side. The big circular nexus room Miorine encounters is basically the rough center of the arrowhead.

Miorine was interesting to write this chapter because I wanted to show that, regardless of how her escape attempt will end up going, she's pretty damn competent in her own right. That said, I actually didn't originally plan for her to kill anyone in the manor, that was a very organic development.

The Peil ladies are fun to write because they're so unrepentantly awful, which also makes them equally fun to kill off. And yes- Kal is dead. Y'all can check one off the hit-list.

There's not a lot else I can say about this particular chapter without treading on details for other perspectives, so that's all for now! Chapter 6 should be out pretty soon barring any particularly major delays.

[asotin]

May I ask you to elaborate on your Hiruzen and Danzo thoughts? 👀

thank you for indulging me 🥺❤️

obviously my first points are:

1) hiruzen: bitch. glad he's dead

2) danzo: bitch. glad he's dead

my actual thoughts: kishimoto seems to like the sun/moon dynamic, and he is competent enough to write distinct takes on it. hashirama and madara as well as naruto and sasuke are the obvious combos. imo hiruzen and danzo also fit; the only reason they're overlooked is that he didn't develop it properly

danzo kind of bridges madara, who was scared and angry, with sasuke, who’s directionless and angry. that’s interesting to me because he’s the only non-uchiha moon and severely distrusts them. unlike uchihas, who are messy, he’s logical. so he's a foil for hiruzen, his sun, and the other moons, which is a lot for one character to manage

one of the most frustrating things for me is that like almost everything in naruto, we don't have any backstory for danzo and hiruzen. where did danzo’s intense hatred of uchihas come from? what made them such lifelong rivals? when did it start? was he ready to form root from the beginning or was it a process? did he decide that grooming and experimentation was the way to go from the very beginning? all we know is that by the time tobirama made hiruzen hokage, danzo and hiruzen had a habit of butting heads

like with hashirama and madara, if danzo and hiruzen had worked together, they could have been an effective team. danzo didn't trust hiruzen to get the job done, just like madara didn't trust hashirama to protect the uchihas. madara’s fears were premature, but he and danzo both saw a failing in their other half that was going uncorrected and reacted to it

early naruto set up a brutal world where children dying was a matter of course. like kakashi said, ninjas are soldiers. their villages are militaries. hiruzen was keeping the status quo. danzo wanted to win

i feel like a problem that comes out of not having any backstory is that danzo didn't fit in shippuden’s heavily sanitized ninja world. the very first arc asked what it means to be a tool for an unfeeling system. because the story doesn't engage with that ever again or give us any reason to question why danzo was so scared of uchihas and ready to do horrible things to his own village’s children, it's easy to hate him. we have no reason not to

the story tells us that hiruzen was the beloved professor. we have a story because he advised iruka to be more understanding of naruto. he inherited hashirama’s will of fire and looked after konoha’s children. he also inherited hashirama’s belief that everyone can just get along. just like hashirama, he took a hands off, idealistic approach to his village. meanwhile danzo was a little too hands on

all of my criticisms aside, i will give kishimoto credit for using such good plant imagery. the english version translating danzo’s ninja sleepover organization to the foundation (i'm interested in how other languages translated it) instead of root was understandable, but it loses the imagery that makes it so impactful

danzo must have chosen the name, right? if he were properly developed, it would have been a tragic act of self-awareness. since hiruzen wasn’t strong enough to get his hands dirty, who would? utatane and mitokado? it had to be danzo. root functions in the dark, but the richest soil is often the darkest. taproots, the first and deepest roots that anchor plants in place, grow in darkness. without a strong taproot, a plant won't flourish

because we can't see a plant’s roots, we only know if there's a problem when the leaves become sick. because konoha seemed to be functioning, there was no way for the majority of konoha to know what root was doin

hiruzen alone could see the rot in the roots, but he couldn't make himself do anything about it. he’s the only sun who never never fully confronts his moon. other factors aside, naruto and sasuke argued openly and fought multiple times. hashirama pleaded with madara and killed him. hiruzen never put his foot down

something that madara and danzo share that sasuke doesn't is an explicit desire to live beside their sun. they want to be “good.” it’s lonely in the dark. danzo bore the weight of the decisions he made because hiruzen refused to make them. he wasn't experimenting on kids for funsies. he didn't get anything out of it like orochimaru

the ninjutsu we see from him in battle are all wind release. konoha is the land of fire- what grows a fire better than wind? his wind chakra nature is literally the complement to fire

ironic that the origin of his summon, baku, is a protective being that eats bad dreams, especially those of children

unlike hashirama and naruto, who can't stop making noise about their wayward friends, we never see hiruzen reach for danzo. hashirama and naruto both know intimately how bloody reality is. setting aside my misgivings about how it’s framed, naruto does understand what it's like to be isolated. he wants sasuke to live in the village and be happy. hashirama wanted the dream he shared with madara to be reality. he wanted it for madara. and hiruzen… made use of danzo

imo that quote (“you are the leaves bathing in the sun. i… am the roots growing in the dark. what do you think of me? [...] what am i to you…?”) is great, but it wouldn't work with the grandpas or 2.0. madara and sasuke didn't think that way. they have the sun/moon symbolism, but the plant symbolism was only developed between hiruzen and danzo. there's also the problem that madara and sasuke are fully aware of what their screaming friends think. only danzo didn't know

tl;dr kishimoto didn't lay the foundation for a lot of his characters, plant symbolism is great, hiruzen was a complacent old bastard, and danzo was a shitty old man with too many bad plans

[russenoire]

some points raised by AI advocates that made me stroke my chin and maybe even empathize a tiny bit.

idk, but i like nuance and think it gets elided easily in online discussions. i do not think these below are GOOD justifications, ever, for plundering the hard work and talent of human artists using AI to make art for profit, but they're valid points.

some people tempted by or who make AI art

don't want to take the time to 'git gud, n00b' because they emphatically do not enjoy the process of sucking at shit until they don't suck. and this includes those who might be interested in taking the time, but look at everything they feel might be required and think: 'i could go to film or art school for 3+ years or i could spend 30 minutes tailoring a midjourney prompt.' i kinda get this one, tbh. artistic skill is hard-won whether you're formally trained or not. i am untrained; i would say self-trained. but i never stopped drawing as a child like most people do. something visually and mentally clicked for me, something that i couldn't even articulate until i read drawing on the right side of the brain in my 20s, that allowed me to jump over the initial 'why can't i just draw what i SEE AAAAKSHDKF' hurdle. maybe this is what 'talent' actually means? that early mental/visual shift—where you come to see the world and things in it as a collection of shapes, lines, planes, lights, darks, color blocks, mostly divorced from context or meaning—is present in others like myself, and it does smooth your path. adults just draw for two, three, four years, compare themselves to people who felt some version of that aforementioned shift and/or went to art school, and conclude that they 'have no talent'. while that understandably feels like a long-ass time to go nowhere fast, three years really isn't a lot of time for organic, undirected skill development. i'm serious. inventing the wheel by yourself takes fucking forever; my drawings didn't stop sucking until i was around 11 or 12. that's half my childhood. easily. but actually taking classes or diving into hardcore study? can and will drastically shorten that time. the progress i've seen competent drawing teachers achieve with their students in weeks or months, or artists on youtube who do frequent, deliberate practice in a year is not a miracle. real progress is attainable within a reasonable fucking frame of time IF YOU WANT IT.

really, really aren't satisfied with art that looks bad to them and still want to realize their ideas. and i'm talking crying themselves to sleep over the mismatch between their own skills and said ideas. that frustration is REAL and a version of it is actually a huge factor in why children stop drawing. see all of the above. i don't know how to ease the pain of that skill mismatch. me, i sat with a lot of frustration for a long time; hell, I STILL DO. i think i'd still be halfway decent at lineart and intimidated by actually painting it if i hadn't just started pushing myself to fucking PAINT already, even if it looked really basic. being simultaneously OK with whatever you can do right now and still striving to improve is emotionally difficult. and i know it hurts to have a really cool idea and feel blocked from making it real, especially if you're just not there yet. 'THEN JUST COMMISSION AN ARTIST,' i can hear you artists screaming from the ether. yo. artists are expensive. we are, and we kinda need to be to make a decent living or a feasible side hustle (i'm not going to get into artists underselling themselves). i do think most folks in this boat are not greedy tech bros, just ordinary working class folks who want beauty that is good enough without having to shovel over half a week's paycheck for it. to which i would also argue... dude, you can just save up, too.

often only recognize certain styles of painting (realism or hyperrealism; super-glossy, shiny, high contrast digital painting) as art and want to make art like THAT. putting aside the fact that art is all-encompassing and literally anything can be art, paintings in realistic styles are what i would argue most lay people think of as capital-A art. there is a reason why dictators tend to discourage or prohibit non-realist art; why the early USSR and CPC commissioned bright realist murals everywhere; why more abstract art didn't really catch fire in the western world until the advent of photography. people can see themselves and their history, represented in full color and often writ large. that's fucking powerful and sometimes lost, i think, on those of us who see things differently. but that kind of art is even more out of reach for the lay person who wants it. it takes far longer to make and train for, and artists who work in a realistic style can and do command stupid money. not everyone has that kind of patience or pockets that deep.

firmly believe that some people have more talent than others, so skill development doesn't matter. these are usually the people i mentioned in my first point, who've actually tried for months or years to git gud but never knew how or what to practice. they've been exposed to lots of people their age who felt the shift™ and can't really explain their faster improvement. if you know this feel, gentle reader, and have no clue what's actually happening, i understand why you might throw in the towel. US culture in particular is terrible at growing and nurturing talent of all kinds, and artists don't often share the hours they're actually pouring into improving specific skills. 'talent' by itself is fucking useless; a person who is willing to work at continual improvement will mop up the floor with someone who doesn't think they need to build skill. artists know this. and if you don't feel that shift as a kid, you can learn how to unlock it as an adult.

[withahappyrefrain]

Hey- can I get a Peter Parker helping his girlfriend with her house plants and such? (Like finding and researching good fertilizer and pruning her plants?) and a chaotic Miles Morales?

Ahhh, this is my first request!

Summary: Peter watches your plants while you're away. He thinks they're all dying so he enlists Miles to help. It goes as well as you expect.

Also this is very self-indulgent as I want to have all the plants in my house

Peter Parker liked to consider himself a man of science. It wasn’t just his strong suit, approaching things-events, problems, etc.- scientifically just made sense to him.

It was why he did so well in chemistry in college. Botany, however, was a different story. One that he never tried to read. When it came to biology, he was more curious about the living organisms, given the whole Spider-Man situation. Plants on the other hand, weren’t of great interest to him.

So when you said you liked plants, he thought that meant you had maybe two or three at max.

He was wrong. So wrong.

Peter didn’t even know that many types of house plants existed until he walked into your apartment. It wasn’t just a few here and there. You had multiple plants hanging from your windows-in addition to the ones that were sitting by the windowsills, three plants in the bathroom (not including the eucalyptus in your shower), one plant stand devoted entirely to plants, and then a bookshelf and a half that had more plants than books. You had even found a way to mount several plants to your wall.

“You just woke up one day and decided to do that?” He asked.

You shook your head, “No. I saw it on Tik Tok, got permission from my landlord, and then decided to do it.”

He loved your passion. He loved listening to you describe your various plants, how each one was different, required different care. Seeing you hold up a plant, your face beaming with pride because you thought your Jade plant was truly done for once it began to drop leaves but then you were able to nurse it back to health, was the cutest thing in the world to him. He could listen to you for hours.

Of course, being the good boyfriend that he is, he was determined to be able to not just understand what you were saying, but also help you. His super strength came in handy when you had to move your larger, tropical plants to your shower for their bath day (as you called it) since ‘it makes them feel like they’re in a rainforest, also it gets rid of the dust’. It also helped whenever you had to go to the store to get multiple bags of fertilizer.

He got you a big whiteboard calendar so you could keep track of what plants needed water on what days.

“This way you won’t have sixty different alarms on your phone,” he said with a smile. You knew some of it was teasing, but it was mostly love-love for you.

So, when you had to go out of town for a week, Peter knew it was his time to shine. Time to show you that was he competent and could take care of your plants.

Miles and Aunt May teased him about it, reminding him that he wasn’t watching a pet or small child. He knew that. But he also knew that if he could show you that he could successfully take care of your plants on his own, maybe-hopefully- that would show you that he could take care of a small animal or maybe even a child with you in the future.

At his request-because he refuses to mess this up-you wrote out the schedule of the maintenance your plants required for him before you left.

“You’ll do just fine. I wouldn’t have left you in charge if I had any doubts,” You assured him before kissing Peter ‘goodbye’ for what seemed like the twentieth time.

“I just want to make sure,” He said, giving you that sweet, lovesick look he always had when he saw you.

“I trust you babe. You’re going to do great.”

Peter didn’t want to let you down.

So when your Lady Palm plant began to show some browning on the tips of several leaves, Peter took a deep breath and stayed calm. He knew this was a natural occurrence and from countless research, as well as staring at you while you did it (because you were so pretty, how could he not?), he knew what to do. A few snips here and there and your plant was good as new. Crisis adverted.

Right?

It’s like your Jade plant saw Peter, all proud that he had solved a plant problem and knew. She knew that she had to spite him, had to raise his heartbeat somehow. Which was why he freaked out when he saw that it was dropping leaves again. She (as you had told him repeatedly) wasn’t supposed to do that. At all. She was one of your favorite plants and the last thing Peter wanted to do was show you a dead version of Jade when you came home.

The bad plant luck didn’t stop there. While watering, Peter noticed that the roots on your fiddle leaf fig plant were showing. That was the plant your sister-in-law got you for your birthday. It was also the plant you were so worried about until Peter (after hours of research) told you that you were supposed to prune it so it could go and he was so proud so he couldn’t have this plant die either.

And then your favorite succulent decided to bloom a flower. Before dating you, Peter thought that was a good sign. After your many frantic “No Peter. That’s not good for a succulent. Did you ever see a cactus with a flower on it in a cartoon depiction of the desert? There’s a reason for that!”, he learned that was bad news bears.

Which was why he got Miles involved. He didn’t want to leave your plants alone, for fear that if he left, they would all somehow die at the exact same time. Because that’s how his current luck was going.

“You got the specific fertilizer, right?” Peter asked as soon as he opened the door.

“Yes, I sent you like five pictures confirming, remember?” Miles said, holding up

“And you got the hedge trimmer?” Peter asked as he walked over to the kitchen counter, which currently had plant problem #1 on it.

“Yes, May says hi by the way. And that you’re overthinking, though ‘it is sweet’. Her words, not mine,” Miles put down the fertilized and took in the scene on the kitchen counter, “Are we saving a plant or doing a surgery?”

Peter knew that May was probably right. Did he need to put a towel underneath the succulent, and have an overhead light shining over top of it? No, but it made him feel like he was back in a lab, which put him more at ease. It also helped him not imagine you coming home to your plants dying. Because who would want to stay with someone who can’t take care of some plants?

“I did my research. It is possible to cut off the flower from the succulent-“

“So we are performing a surgery. Think I can add this to my college application?”

“But,” Peter ignored Miles’ quips, “We have to be extremely careful. We can’t just rip it off, otherwise we could destroy the cells nearby it and,” He paused, “Potentially kill it.”

“Have you considered waiting until y/n-the actual plant expert- gets back?” Miles offered.

“And what? Tell them, ‘Hey despite you showing me how to do everything, I still killed all your favorite plants?’” Miles should have known by now- if Peter was stressed and it was related to you, rationale suggestions usually went over his head.

“Alright so….are we going to like, guillotine this plant or are we doing an old-fashion beheading?”

“Using your gloves, you’re going to hold the plant while I try to clip off only the flower,” The last thing Peter wanted was for you to come home and find your favorite cactus cut in half.

“I thought you said only to use the gloves for Spidey things-“

“Oh please, like you don’t use it for other stuff,” Peter snapped back. Miles shrugged, realizing his mentor was a) totally right and b) it was better to just go along with him at this point.

Miles pulled out the gloves and put them on. This way the spikes couldn’t hurt him (nor would it stick to him). Peter took a deep breath and leaned down, getting as close to the root of the flower as he could without cutting off any part of the actual plant.

Miles stared intently at Peter, holding his breath. Finally, he couldn’t help it, “So after this-“

Peter stopped and looked up, “Are you really asking me this now?”

“I’m afraid I’ll forget.”

“Miles.”

“There’s a new pho place I want to try!”

Peter sighed, regretting this decision, “If I tell you we go, will you stop talking for the rest of this procedure?” Miles nodded his head.

Despite having battled countless of villains, Peter counted this as one of the highest-stress moments of his life. He just didn’t want to disappoint you or worse, make you sad.

After several minutes of silence, Peter let out a huge sigh of relief once the flower was cut off. The damage to your cactus was minimal and hardly noticeable which was exactly what he wanted.

“You know, for a moment I was really worried that he wasn’t going to make it,” Miles deadpanned. As much as he enjoyed spending time with Peter, he couldn’t help but call out the guy when he was being ridiculous. Even if it was for love.

“Alright, now we just need to repot the Jade plant since it’s not getting proper drainage,” Peter said, getting out the new planter that he may or may not have Door-Dashed (who knew Home Depot was now one of their clients).

“Alright, where’s the next patient?” Miles asked. Peter motioned over to the plant that was on your coffee table.

“I’ll get it-“ Miles said, reaching his arm out.

“Miles wait-“

Before he could finish his sentence, a web shot out from one of Miles’ shooters. He flicked his wrist back, but then it became obvious immediately that the kid wasn’t expecting the plant to be that heavy. Miles and Peter ducked so neither one would get hit with the plant. Instead, it went straight into the kitchen wall.

“It’s heavier than it looks,” Peter whispered, finishing his sentence.

“I….I can clean that up,” Miles said, walking over to the plant that was now lying on your kitchen floor, dirt and bits of clay splayed around it.

“Forget cleaning it, the plant is out of a pot!!” It took everything in Peter not to yell.

“You can always replace it,” Miles offered, inching away from Peter slowly.

“I can’t replace her plant! She’s going to notice right away!” Peter said, running a hand through his hair, trying not to strangle his mentee.

“I mean, what is it they always say? You’re gone for a week, you come back, and your plant looks like they had a growth spurt?”

Peter sighed deeply, “Children, Miles. They say that about children. Not plants.”

“Oh.”

“Alright, if we move quick, I think we can repot it,” Peter gently picked up the plant and held it out to Miles, “Hold it like it’s a newborn puppy.”

Miles nodded while Peter moved quickly to fill up the new pot with fertilizer. Pho was definitely out of the question now.

--The next day—

As soon as you saw Peter in your apartment, you hugged him. You couldn’t help it, the suitcase you had thrown to the ground could always be picked up later. He wrapped his arms around you, resting his chin on the top of your head.

“I missed you,” You said into the crook of his neck.

“I missed you too baby,” He whispered, kissing your forehead. You broke away to kiss him on the lips, something you were surprised you hadn’t done that.

“How did plant watching go?” You asked with a smile.

“Oh it was good. We all had a fun time,” He said. While it was subtle, you could detect the nervousness in his voice.

“Awesome. Let’s see how they’re doing,” You broke away from him to walk over to your windowsill.

“Hey babe, do you want to get some pho? Miles showed me this great new place-“

“Maybe later. Why isn’t it on the windowsill Peter?” You asked.

“Oh, I….I thought she wanted….wanted to visit a new place! I moved her, she just wanted a change of scenery, you know?”

“Has anyone told you, you’re a terrible liar?” You remarked. It was obvious Peter was nervous about something, given how much he was stuttering and stumbling over his words. You couldn’t help but smile a little, as it reminded you of the time he tried asking you out. You eventually had to interrupt him and ask if he wanted to go on a date because a) you felt bad and b) he was so cute that it made you crush on him even harder.

“I’m not lying! She was looking bored, like she wanted a change of pace.”

“Alright, then where is she?” You said as you walked over to the kitchen counter. You paused and looked closer at the floor.

“Why is there fertilizer on the floor?”

Peter realized the gig was up, “Promise you won’t get mad?”

“Peter,” You wrapped your arms around his neck, “What happened?”

“I….may have thought all your plants were dying and asked Miles to help me.” You couldn’t help but chuckle, imagining the numerous scenarios that could have led to there being fertilized on your floor.

“Where’s Jade?”

“I put her on the bookshelf. I was hoping you wouldn’t notice.” You walked over to the bookshelf, taking a close look at your plant.

“Peter….she’s fine.”

“Really? I thought she was a goner.”

“Actually? She looks better than before I left. Her leaves were dropping, and I meant to repot her before I left. But it looks like you already did that?” Peter nodded, “And it led to Miles getting fertilizer in the kitchen?”

“So I didn’t kill your favorite plant?” You shook your head as you grabbed his hands, pulling him into you.

“No Peter, you didn’t. But next time, please call me if you have a question before involving Miles, okay?”

“Deal,” He grinned as he leaned in to kiss you, happy that he was able to prove that in addition to being Spider-Man, he also made a great plant-sitter and boyfriend.

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We got a typical Kdrama love triangle in My Name but it didn't involve the female lead at all. The love triangle wasn't between Jiwoo, Mujin, and Pildo. It was always only ever between Mujin, Donghoon, and Taeju.

Hear me out.

There was never any evidence to prove that either Mujin or Jiwoo had feelings for each other. At least not the type of feelings that would have competed with Pildo's. But we have mountains of evidence that Taeju, Mujin, and Donghoon were just one giant emotional human centipede.

Jiwoo had conflicting loyalties. But her affection for Mujin and Pildo were decidedly different. She was never conflicted in how she felt about each of them. Her attraction to Pildo (platonic or romantic) was completely different than her loyalty and love for Mujin. Those two attractions never intersected even once.

But Mujin, Donghoon, and Taeju? Oh they're quite different.

Taeju was always looking towards Mujin, while Mujin was always looking towards Donghoon (and, ironically, Donghoon was always looking towards Jiwoo. But that's a different story).

I think about when Mujin tailed Donghoon to see who he was sneaking around with. His initial instinct was that it was a woman. A love interest. Because I truly believe that Mujin never actually believed Donghoon would return his feelings. He didn't dare to dream. Not really. He assumed (maybe rightly so) that Donghoon was straight, and he had no shot. So he figured there had be a woman. And when he saw the way Donghoon looked because of this imaginary woman, well...

I'm sorry, but that is the face of a man in love. He loves Donghoon so much that he's not willing to sacrifice Donghoon's happiness for his own desires. But that doesn't mean he lets go. That doesn't mean he loves less. It simply means he's satisfied with the way he's allowed to be in Donghoon's life, in whatever aspect that may be, even if it's not quite what he wants. He's satisfied. Having Donghoon in his life only half way, is better than not having Donghoon in his life at all.

And then there's Taeju.

Taeju, who is young, and eager, and as starry-eyed as he is anguished. Taeju, who maybe never knew a kind hand until Mujin extended his. We don't know Taeju's backstory, but we know that he is loyal to the Organization, and to Mujin completely. We know that the Organization...that Mujin...Are likely the only family he's ever known. He's loyal in the same way Jiwoo is, but he's spent so much more time with Mujin. He's had years longer than Jiwoo to develop his feelings, without the overarching desire for revenge that Jiwoo has to complicate things. So Taeju is loyal, and his loyalty and love evolve into something decidedly different over time. Until he's looking at Mujin and realizing that he's in love. That his loyalties have shifted over the years from The Organization, to Mujin only. And he loves him. And there is an entire novel that can be written about Taeju's love for Mujin, and what it means, and how it became, but what we can see is...he watches Mujin fall in love with a man who isn't him. He watches who Mujin becomes around a man who isn't him. He watches him laugh in a way no one's made him before. He watches his eyes light up in a way he's never seen. In a way he realizes he's never been able to. So he watches Mujin in the same way Mujin watches Donghoon. And they're all satisfied with the knowledge that at least I have you this much. At least you're mine a little bit.

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Soda Cookie and Devil Cookie headcanons?

Yes! Of course! I'm not sure if you ask them individually or together (as friends or something) so I'm gonna do them separately, I'm sorry if it's not what you wanted. Also, quick aclaration, in my minors note I hcs Soda as a teen and Devil as a kid. So, lets start!

---- SODA HEADCANONS ----

· Started surfing after a famous surfer give him an autograph · Probably has an ice/ice cream machine at home so he can make his own ice cream. His favourite flavour is tutti frutti · Use to have longer hair but decided to cut it so it wouldn't get tangled often · Probably fizzes normally and even more when exited. · Has a shark tooth necklace he made himself afte he found it on the shore. It's Sorbet's baby tooth · He also enjoys diving and look for things near the shore · His surf board was given by Lime. · When younger, Lime use to babysit Soda and brought once or twice his friend group. · Lemon Slice (pet) has give him too much love advices. Soda doesn't follow them since he knows ho w of a love disaster Lemon Slice is. · Has a collection/wall of a lot of soda cans he has drink in the past. Cleans them and has them in perfect state. · Probably still unsure of his sexuality and doesn't wanna think about it but he's a 100% ally · Calls everyone dude or dudette. For NB, just uses their names. · Even thought he drinks a lot of soda and energetic drinks, he has never had a sugar rush. · Lives in your typical tropical house next to the beach · Goes to high school (he's a freshman) · His rivalry with Skater goes to the point of both of them meet each other weekly to compete. · Probably all the parties are at his house · He's always involve in any beach/sea related event as a helper · Has made a few recycling campaings · Apart froma having Lemon Slice, he also has a big aquarium his takes care daily and a lizard name Bubbles · Dislikes cold but will never say no to snowboarding. · Peppermint, Skater and Lime has stayed at his house a lot of times for different reasons · His house would be a beach dream if he keep it organized. · Never sees bad intentions in anyone and easily trusts people · Has a knife collection too. No one knows why · Wants to tatto a lot of things. A lot of them are tribal or animals. · Likes disney and cliche movies

--- DEVIL HEADCANONS ----

· Angel and they have been closed for a long time and even with their rivalry they would help each other at the worst · Secretly into paranormal and witchery, that how they knows about fairies real intentions. · Admire both Vampire and Fire Spirit but would never admit it · They're half bat (not vampire) so they have really good hearing and a bit of a bad sight · Are a big prankster and very few people haven't been caught in one of their pranks · Practice evil laughs when alone but they never get it right · They made their trident himself with the help of fire spirit's fire · When they get really angry or emotional, they'll get themselves on fire. They're not fully fire resistant so they get small burns · They admits hating firemen · Almost a teen but still more in the childish side · They're non binary! Uses they/it/he pronouns · Have that energy of being LGTB and LGTBfobic at the same time · Randomly gives kids knifes for no actual reason, just the caos · Their natural hair is black and works similar to Soda's and Sparkling's and fizzes more than theirs. They don't like it so they covers it · Got Flame Bat (pet) when looking for souls and keeps it because they love to see their pet agony · Eat everything with ketchup. And by everything I mean EVERYTHING · Both them and Vampire had go out a few time to hunt. Vamp's for blood, Devil're for the souls. · With the Jellywalker invasion, their priority was saved angel, accidentally getting also infected. · When the Chaos Guild was still up, their would ask anyone that know how to fly to taught them to do it better because of their bad sight · They had fight Licorice to see who is the best summoner. They're not allow to see each other again · The'y don't see themselves as a villain like Dark Enchantress and others but more like an anti heroe like Fire Spirit · Allergic to specific candies that would make them really sick (like mentos for example) · Have oversized hoodies from a lot of cookies and will never get them back · See Fire Spirit as an older brother they want to impress · Wind Archer has punish them a lot of time when they get in trouble · Want piercings and tattoos because they think they'll look cool · Hate romance and will avoid it as much as they can. Specially Pink Choco. · Have gone to Yogurca a few times · They have regret a few things they have done in the past but never will never admited · Gets along pretty well with P.Mushroom and S.Creppe · Knows how to do tricks with their trident like an majoret and the're proud of it · Have yeeted Kumiko and Vampire in their animal form several time · Act so mischievous so no one gets to attached to them since then they will genuely fell bad when doing bad things for you · Vamp has got them used to sleeping bat-like · Fire Spirit cares about Devil and vice versa since they love not been found scary by the other · Has a secret plushie he would ude to calm himself

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Ok, first question about Luckyboy!AU, Rook has a girlfriend? As far as I know in cannon he doesn't even have a love interest? thought that might be my fault since it's been years since I've watched any Ben 10 series (really have to rewatch some eppisodes here :P) Who is she and what is she like? Has Rook ever taken her girlfriend in a date to the coffee shop? How much of a tease is Ben with Rook when he isn't on a date? And how much of a wingman is he when he is in one?

How is Ben's social life outside his Nekomata persona by the way? I imagine he still has some friends since he's a charismatic extrovert, but with how different everything is here compared to the prime timeline, I can't see who he might be friends with besides Julie.

Now, let's make some questions that aren't about Ben :D With the amount of invasions that Earth has had over the years is the general public privy of the existence of aliens as something more than just tourists that one almost never sees, or do they know but only aknowledge it when they see an alien in person? How is the general people view of aliens regardless?

Also, does Gwen 10 have good or bad public relations? Like, does Will Harangue berate her and turn the public against her, or is she lucky enough that he's focused on Nekomata and not her? How do the humans see her, as a hero, a child soldier, a menace, a necessary evil?

Also also, how do the Plumbers play in the whole PR thing? Do they manipulate everything so the humans have the view they think is the healthiest between humans and aliens? Do they only play damage control whenever alien activity is reported to the public? Are they known or are they still an underground organization? How does the public view them as, considering they're basically intergalactic police that aren't the most competent, specially considering that some countries have beef with their own police forces?

Now, to leave all of the political and heavy talk behind, how often does Ben play with Ship and Julie? Like, they're friends, obviously Ben gets petting privilegies and becomes a pet sitter whenever Julie has to go on a tournament and can't take care of them herself. PET SHENANNIGANS MUST ENSUE THERE, AND YOU CAN'T CONVINSE ME OTHERWISE XD

Also, I imagine a scenario where Kevin and Gwen enter the coffee shop unaware that the other is in there and Ben does everything in his power to force them to sit on the same table, reminding both of them that this is a true neutral zone and "Please don't break anything here and remember to play nice, if you manage to get through this without punching eachother I'll give you a discount on your next coffee", which is a very good offer if they think about it. Meanwhile Argit is waiting at the bar watching over the situation "Bet you 10 bucks they'll be shouting over eachother in 5 minutes" "Bet you it takes them 10 minutes"... It takes them 7 and a half minutes exactly and they can't decide who wins the bet. "There's no way they're getting out of this hating eachother any less" "As long as they don't break anything and don't bother the other clients, I count it as a win"

So Rook had an established relationship in Omniverse with Rayonna, she was introduced abit later in the series when Ben and Rook with to Revonnah. It was a very 2D relationship, just put there maybe cause of the whole shipping fiasco between Ben and Rook(?) don't take my word for it ;;

For the Lucky Boy! AU, they're together, but it's been years since Rooks been to Revonnah, crime never takes a break, neither does he. So his relationship with Rayonna is very flakey, they're on the verge of breaking up, buuut due to Revonnahgander traditions, they're together still. (pulling this out of my ass ;; )

Rook ends up mentioning he has a girlfriend at some point, it was just a casual thing, Ben won't bring up the topic because the way Rook talks about Rayonna makes him feel a little bit iffy towards the subject.

Outside of work and the Nekomata persona Ben's a little awkward in the social circumstances. At that point his social battery's almost completely clocked out. So unless he's dragged out by his friends, Julie, his old soccer mates - although it's happening a lot less now, since school finished a while ago and they're moving on with their own lives- (i refuse to call it football), Alan, if they both end up clocking out at the same time. OR, Rook. Sometimes Max if he's around will invite Ben for lunch or an afternoon snack run. (Mr smoothies, with a "healthy" dose of chillie fries. Best way to lure Ben out.)

Hell yeah, let's get down to the world building buisness, my favourite cup of tea.

Humans are very knowledgeable about alien existence, you'd have to be pretty ignorant to not believe in aliens. (I mean, lets face it, in the world we live in today, I bet, that if aliens did show themselves, some group would just say they're government actors, or russian/chinese spies. Comical, but sadly a realistic scenario...)

With the amount of invasions that have happened, and the daily attacks- normally done by humans with access to alien tech- Humans are quite fearful of them. Which has urged the plumbers to keep the aliens that live on earth down underTown.

It's not all humans of course, just most. Media influence has also pushed the feardar way up.

Will Harangue, surprisingly uplifts Gwen 10 to the eyes of the public, he's also much more focused on Nekomata. (bad news= views= good news). In Harangues personal opinion though, he'd prefer no aliens at all. So he does let his badmouthing of Gwen slip sometimes.

They do a lot of damage control, their original goal was to keep alien life hidden from the public until they(the people) were deemed ready, however, not so easy when an invasion happens nearly once a month. At least it's all limited to Bellwood. For now...

The plumbers are known to the public but aren't like your typical police force- you can't just call them. But they're always around on patrol. The police aren't exactly fond of them cause "They're terking our jerbs". But they have a joint thing going on, the police handle the human crimes, unless alien tech is involved, and the plumbers handle the alien crimes.

The public views them as an iffy subject, not exactly hailed as heroes, but more of a neutral, they're here to stay I guess, kinda thing. The focus is on Gwen mostly, as the poster child(adult) of the plumbers. (this is where I really wanna separate reality and fantasy, cause like, the issues with the police at the moment is major sooo, eh, it's a touchy subject matter)

Yes to this one. When Julie's away Ben and Ship play. Ben and Julie don't meet up often, work and the vigilante life make Ben way too busy, buuut when they do meet up Julie will pop by Bens apartment - Ben makes sure nothing incriminating is around if that's the case - , or they'll hang out at the dog park, and watch the dogs go ballistic around Ship.

For the pet scenarios, visualize them to your hearts content. I got some cats laying around for my reference... even though they mostly sleep- lazy bastards.

Yes to this too! Argit and Ben would totally make bets- Ben being an anodite can sense Kevin and Gwens emotions and when they're gonna break out into a fight- So he always wins the bets. Argit has learned to not bet too high when it comes to that- if he actually forks up in the first place- .

In the case Kevin and Gwen had broken out into a fist fight, Kevin obsorbing the marble counter, Gwen turning into fourarms. Ben nearly broke his cover trying to prevent any fights, until a coworker had stepped in and promptly kicked them both out. (maybe I'll design some coworkers)

Now to get me some mint tea, cause my fingers are about to freeze off ;;