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qcomicsy · 1 year
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Phrases I bet were said on the Wayne Manor without context Part ll
Tim: You know, everytime we have to say "technically it's not murder" it doesn't sound as great as we hope it so.
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Dick, on the living room:
Duke, first time alone with him: So... Discowing, huh.
Dick: Alright-
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Alfred, very tired: I suppose I shouldn't ask about the 6'0 orange lady flying of your window this morning?
17 year old Dick Grayson: I'd really hope you not.
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Steph: I'm JUST SAYING, that IF "hypothetically" WE both showed up on patrol wearing my cape, hood down and then lifted up the hood just to show matching RedHood™ helmets behind it we could both have the joy to see penguin's henchmen pissing on their pants.
Jason putting his book down: I'm listening.
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Dick: Just- Just be nice about it, for once in your life okay?
Bruce: Hn. (lying)
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Bruce: I'd like to remind all of you that Diana has international political immunity.
Dick: The fuck you mean by that????
Bruce: No reason. Just saying. In case we all forgot.
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Alfred: We are all aware that Master Bruce isn't fond of violence *loads glock*.
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Bruce: Be nice to your brother
Jason: I'm not even nice to you.
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Jason, 10 years old talking about Dick to his school friend: Yeah, he just comes here, eat all our food, screams at Bruce for 45 minutes and goes away.
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Tim, 15 years old, also talking about Dick to his school friend: He just comes here-
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Bruce, very, very tired: So... a boat.
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Tim: Do it.
Jason, cleaning his gun: Dude what the fuck.
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Tim, 7 nights awake in a roll: Do you think if I just scream loud enough Clark will come here and put me out of my misery.
Dick as Batman, 12 nights awake in a roll: He won't.
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Dick putting Batman's suit: He couldn't at least had the DECENCY of cleaning- muffled cursing noises*
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Harley Quinn at 3 am: I'll pay you fifty bucks if you pretend you never saw me here
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Dick, 17 years old: The fuck are you doing here.
Talia, with a shitty ass grin showing the engagement ring on her finger: I live here.
Dick:
Bruce: Listen-
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ladytauria · 2 days
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find the word tag
tagged by @paprikadotmp4 thank you so much <333
my words are cold, wonder, wrist, and try!
cold -> jaytalia, trans!jay + public sex
Finally, her hand moves. It slips from him, leaving him cold where she had touched. He can’t find it in himself to complain, though, when her fingers finally pull the back of his long, open skirt up, to tuck it out of the way.
It leaves him bare. Exposed. Talia had instructed him to forgo underwear this morning. Anyone behind him has the perfect view of bottom half. He’s already wet; his folds glistening between his thighs. His arousal has been building for the entire meeting—since this morning, actually, when Talia got him ready for the day.
She’d started with his collar. There were other, subtler was that Jason wore his submission to her, with the collar coming out only when they were alone, or on special occasions. The click of it settling around his throat had been the first thing to stir him.
The second had been the plug she’d held up.
It’s your favorite color, pet, Talia had said, a sly smile on her mouth as she worked it into him. I expect a proper thank you.
wonder -> jason-centric, jason & personal gratification over the years
Thing is… lately, Jason’s been curious. About… about what it might feel like. If he were to—take care of it more…. traditionally.
It’s not that he’s never wondered before, mind. It’s just… everything else—the same, the fear, the anxiety, the… almost disgust—had always eclipsed his curiosity.
Tonight is different.
Tonight… Jason feels like maybe… Maybe he could.
And luckily, it seems like things have aligned to ensure that he has the time and space as well. He doesn’t patrol tonight. His homework is finished. Alfred is down in the cave, running comms for Bruce, Babs, and Dick. He, for all intents and purposes, has the Manor to himself until patrol ends.
Jason still locks his door. It’s… weird. He hasn’t bothered locking his door in… a while. But… he doesn’t want to be caught with his pants down.
Literally.
Jason dawdles a few extra minutes, making sure he’s got everything he needs. Towel? Check. Lube? Check. Books, just in case this goes bad and he needs a distraction? Check. He takes a deep breath.
Holds it.
Exhales.
It’ll be fine. People do this all the time.
wrist -> jaysteph meet cute, written for a prompt!
It won’t hurt to treat herself, would it? Sure would make her a lot happier than her textbooks have recently.
Tim doesn’t show up again until she’s leaving the store, a bag dangling from her fingertips. He spots it immediately, tilting his head. “I didn’t know you were buying lingerie today.”
“The store doesn’t just sell lingerie, Tim,” Steph sniffs. “Maybe I bought sweats.”
“You called them overpriced and tacky the other day,” Tim says flatly.
“A woman is allowed to change her mind,” she says. Tim’s face remains unmoved. “Where were you, anyway?” she asks, knocking him in the shoulder. “I turned around to talk to you, and you were just gone!”
He winces, rubbing his arm. “Ah… Got distracted texting the group chat and ended up following the wrong purple shirt?”
Steph snorts. “Of course you did. I swear I’m gonna get one of those wrist leashes. For you and Cass.” She tosses her hair again, half-wishing she’d worn it up today instead. “Now, you promised me a giant pretzel, and I intend to collect!”
She can tell him about Jason while they eat.
try -> jaytim, aob mating run
If Tim is out here, though… the door might be unlocked. If Jason can get inside, he might be able to lock himself in a room where Tim can’t get to him.
His best plan? No.
But it’s a better plan than running himself ragged throughout the city, until Tim just takes him wherever he drops.
His cunt tightens at the thought. No, fuck, that’s not hot! That’s mortifying.
His body isn’t listening, though. Instead, he feels slick soak into his underwear and shame makes his cheeks flood with heat. He ignores it—and that Tim can probably smell it, fuck. 
Jason risks a few precious seconds to try the front door, and thanks a god he’s not sure he still believes in when it’s unlocked. He wrenches it open, and then throws it shut behind him, dashing toward the stairs.
All he needs is one room with a locking door. Just one.
Tim’s study, that’s a safe bet.
no pressure tagging... @zeroducks-2 ; @ragnarokhound ; @anawrites3 ; @n1ightw1ng ; & @disniq <33
and i give you: warm, dark, shiver, and hand!
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agent-bash · 2 years
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Confessions from the Firehouse
Hey-o, hey-o! We're back at ya with another one. Today's topic of confession: are you excited for the new season of Chicago PD (that's right people we're going there.
Everything is under the cut
Bex (by far the most positive)
Yes and No. Bittersweet is probably the best way to describe what she's feeling, and she hopes it stays that way. She's sad that Jesse is leaving; Jay is one of her favourite characters and with all the potentials his growth has been hinting at it feels a little like a waste no matter what happens. She's frustrated by the silence, especially with Jesse being so active on Twitter (where she's most active) and liking what he has been...it just screams force out to her. She just hopes that the creative team gives him a good exit with the door open for a return of some kind. Again, It’d be bittersweet, but far better than any alternative for her. She's cautiously excited for Torres, but wants nothing to do with the other new guy coming in (she's a big soap fan and has some not so nice things to say about the dude. Also 'Jamie? Really? After Jay leaves we get a Jamie? I demand a refund.'). After she read the episode 2 synopsis, Bex, who is by far the most pro-Burzek amongst us put her head on the table, and whined 'WHHHYYYY?' If this is more of the same back and forth, trust and trust broken, OR if they use Makayla as a catalyst for getting back together (you know what she means) the she's turning in her Burzek hat. (I have that in writing! She's gonna buy a hat, write Burzek on it, wear it around for the day then hand it to me so I can burn it! 🤣)
All that being said CPD will certainly be different moving forward. Hopefully, it's a good different. One where we get lots of updates from Hailey about how Jay's doing leading his new unit or working the streets again as a field sergeant. And with her gushing about him in uniform. She hopes that Hailey and Kevin step up the most as leaders, though I showed her that one anon from the other day and she slammed her head on the table again! ("Fuck! That's possible. Why's that possible! It hasn't been a rule for more than five years, they better not bring it back!")
Me
While I'm still on my positive train regarding how they'll write Jay out, I'm no longer excited for this season. What'll happen in terms of me watching will depend on if those thoughts come to fruition or not. But to be honest, even then, it would only be for Hailey and Kevin-centric epsiodes. Maybe Torres, but they don't have long to hook me with his character. They have to at least give the dude a personality if they're not going to give him a wardrobe.
Needles (by far the bitter/angry)
A lot of swearing is ahead if you read further. Like A LOT of swearing. I sent him the 10x02 synopsis the other day, and he chucked his phone at my head this morning when I walked into the bunk house (@go-to-two, apparently, I'm still a dick 😆) He didn't even know about the Jamie thing (this came from a call sheet btw), and that just pissed him off even more. ("Jamie? Are you shitting me? He's gonna be a fucking clone too, isn't he? Like Seaver fucking was! Fucking Hell, what the fuck are those fucking morons doing?!?”). He's done. He doesn't care how Jay exits, he doesn't care if the door is left open, and he hopes that Tracy/Hailey leaves at the midseason. Kevin/LaRoyce too, because "the other two fuckwads sure as shit aren't going to have his back." So yeah, if he were a steak, Needles would be so past well done, he'd be charcol. He had a more to say about them and the ep 2 synopsis, if you're curious Message me and I'll give you a rundown. TL;DR: we’re all sad to varying degrees. While Bex does intend to keep watching weekly, it will depend on Jay’s exit and the new dude (“maybe I’ll just close my eyes, plug my ears and hum when he’s on screen” anyone wanna clue me in as to why she’s so bitter about this guy? Did he kill puppies or something? She won’t tell me!!) and we’re working on Needles to at least watch up to Jay’s exit.
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Viddying the Nasties | Night of the Demon (Wasson, 1980)
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This review contains mild spoilers.
While I take my October / Halloween / Spooky Season / [insert scary sounding pun] viewing very seriously, most years I don’t do a whole lot of planning outside of a few titles in terms of what I intend to watch. This year especially my intention to get through the embarrassingly large stack of unwatched movies on my shelf were completely sidetracked when the fine folks at the Criterion Channel decided to do a series on ‘80s horror, and further undermined when I made a trip to the video store (apparently it was Video Store Day this past weekend). What I’m getting at is, if there are themes coming up in my viewing, they were not pre-planned, and it turns out that for some reason or another, I’ve watched a greater number than Bigfoot-centric movies this month than usual (usual being zero). Of course, The Legend of Boggy Creek is the obvious classic, and I have no great insights into that movie aside from that it’s not exactly what I look for in a horror. And there was The Geek, the Bigfoot porno from an unknown director that was released by Vinegar Syndrome as part of one of their box sets. And there’s this one. And I think these last two are worth comparing. In The Geek, the climax involves Bigfoot giving his dick to people in a couple of sex scenes of varying degrees of consent. In this, there’s a scene where Bigfoot does not give his dick to people, but in fact tears the dick off one of his victims, with the before and gruesome after captured in extremely blunt close-ups. As the saying goes, the Bigfoot giveth and the Bigfoot taketh away.
But putting aside my characteristically long-winded setup for that line, I think there’s something there to the movie’s approach to violence. This was notable for being one of the Video Nasties, and I think this is the kind of movie I expected them to be like when I first started exploring years ago. The violence is presented so bluntly that it basically overpowers the other qualities of the movie. Watching the special features on the Severin blu-ray, I was a little surprised to learn that much of the gore was shot later on without the director’s involvement because of a test screen where the movie was received as an unintentional comedy. But maybe that makes a certain amount of sense, as the sheer brutality of the violence has a certain form-shattering quality, puncturing through what’s otherwise a moody, low key wilderness piece.
It also accents the narrative pretty interestingly in a couple of ways. There’s the fact that much of the violence is directed towards men in vulnerable states. There’s the aforementioned dick-ripping scene, where a character goes to relieve himself in the woods, and a few scenes where characters are having heterosexual sex, but it’s the male who gets attacked or killed by Bigfoot in both cases. I’m not sure the filmmakers intended to comment on the gendered nature of violence in the genre, but it does stand out from the blunt sexualized quality of many slashers of the era. I also find it interesting how much of the violence is told via flashback. This is probably the result of filming these scenes after the initial shoot, but when you think of how the element of hearsay around urban legends, it does call the veracity of these incidents into question. (Not that it reduces their visceral impact.)
Which I think ties into what this movie is ultimately about, which is the way the characters’ overconfidence in their belief systems undermine their understanding of the situation. The protagonists are scientists who are perhaps too prone to confirmation bias, like a scene where they destructively interrupt what looks like an esoteric religious ritual because of the way they interpret the scene. (One characters’ nonchalance that he effectively started a forest fire stands in contrast to his supposed scientific values.) And then we start to learn more behind the legend, and it’s revealed character who everyone assumed was driven crazy about giving birth to a deformed child was actually abused by her father, who interpreted the tragic events that happened to her through his extreme religious views, taking each event as a sign for further cruelty. I don’t know if the movie set out to make a point around these subjects, but I do think there’s a deep sense of empathy for this character.
And ultimately I find this a really effective horror film, with its mix of unhinged violence and low key forest atmosphere. I probably bring this up every few reviews, but there’s a certain quality you get when you go out and shoot a low budget production in the middle of the woods that really enhances the sense of horror for me. (I should note that I’m a lifelong city slicker.) And the climax, where the characters are trapped in a cabin and dispatched mercilessly, has a certain bleakness that got under my skin. What they thought was a refuge ends up being a trap in its claustrophobic smallness, and whatever defenses these characters believed their knowledge gave them collapse in the face of such brutality. There’s no escape from the Bigfoot.
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agendercryptidlev · 2 years
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hello, just saw this on my dash, and wanted to let you know i’m 100% the intended audience for this lol, and would love to hear you ramble
no pressure though, feel free to ignore me
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Oh nice! Alright I'll explain:
So the AU starts With Tim and his friends in Tim's parent's ghost hunting basement, Because Bruce and Talia are Jack and Maddie. So similar to in cannon Bart, Cassie, and Kon try to convince Tim to go into the ghost portal, only in this AU Bart, Cassie and Kon go in instead (Tim is too worried about breaking it because he knows it means a lot to Bruce). When those three are getting ghost powers Tim tries to get them out so he is also affected just not to the same degree. Each of them gets a power to start and they are as follows:
Cassie: Ghost beams Kon: Flight Bart: Intangibility Tim: gets the ghost sense only well the ghost sense and his own unique power of being able to temporarily turn ghosts human again. Tim also cannot go ghost
Cissie fills the role of Sam and Tucker as "Sassy completely human friend without powers who knows" because I LOVE HER
Greta is the team's ghost bestie, she gets a little obsessed with Tim after Tim starts showing that he can temporarily turn her human, but she gets better.
Jazz is filled by both Cass and Steph, Cass realizes something is up with Tim and gets Steph to help her figure out what's up with her brother.
Dick and Damian are also Tim's siblings! Dick doesn't find out about Tim being one of the phantoms for a very long time, he's just glad that Tim is spending more time hanging out with his friends. Damian finds out after Cass but before Dick because he was suspicious of the phantoms and investigating them. Him and Tim still bicker and eventually develop a rivalry but they're closer than in cannon.
Now Jason, Jason is a ghost. a dead ghost. feel bad now? /ref anyway yeah Jay died shortly before Bruce started fostering Tim and is a big reason Bruce got so deep into the ghost research, he wants to know if he can contact his son. Jason is of course an angst ghost and fights with the phantoms initially but eventually makes up with his family because I need some fluff goddamn it.
Anita my beloved is next, she takes the place of Valarie. So her motivations are slightly different: in this her parents die in a ghost attack where the phantoms are present so she sees them as just as bad as the other ghosts (of course until she gets to know them and realizes they're on the same side) Also Slobo is a ghost and the first ghost she befriends
Thad is Danni because I love Thad so much- and also you can never go wrong with more flashfam. Ra's would have cloned Tim however because Tim is a "defective" Halfa he gets DNA from whichever other phantom he can access and that happens to be Bart! So yeah love Thad love Thad
Now that I've mentioned Ra's, it's pretty obvious that I've made him take the place of Vlad. Ra's wants Talia back from Bruce in a possessive parent way not a romance way obviously and he's initially most interested in Damian out of his grandkids, he wants to see if being a halfa is at all genetic. Much to his surprise it turns out Bruce's newest adopted kid Tim is the one who's a halfa, along with Tim's obnoxious friends. So he tries to make Tim his apprentice and Tim says no. Ra's later tries to make Damian Tim's rival but they make up instead and get closer hah!
Ok I have wayyyy more to say about this but I'm running out of steam. lmk if you want to hear about any specific YJ-centric characters because I probably have ideas for them!
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recurring-polynya · 3 years
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Ssusbssiwbwowj I loved tattoo artist Renji, thank you so much for fueling my hyperfixatation 😫👌🏼 what are some other RenRuki au’s/scenarios you’d love to see?
Ahh, thank you so much! I liked the Tattoo Artist AU a lot, too, and I have been toying with the idea of continuing it. It was kinda hard to write, tho (I’m not sure why, aside from the fact that everything is hard to write these days), and I would have to make An Outline, so I dunno. We’ll see.
Gosh, AUs *I’d* like to see? It’s kinda hard because I am a writer, so if I really wanted to see one, I would just...write it?
Here are a few that I would like to see, but can’t write, for whatever reason:
Cop AU. Please, I just want them to drive around in a cop car at top speed together and go on stakeouts and drink coffee at 2am and solve mysteries and Have Each Other’s Backs. Give me Police Captain Byakuya pounding his fist on his desk when he yells at them. I hate cops tho, so I would never.
PacRim AU. Oh God, they were drift compatible! I did write a little drabble of a PacRim AU once. I love PacRim, but there is just no way I’m going to get into it deep enough to feel confident writing in the world. I really really like the GrimmIchi PacRim AU Dark Was the Night by @sayhitofoever which has RenRuki as background copilots, although obviously I would love one where the focus was on them. Golly, I love the word “Shatterdome.”
Abhorsen AU, based on the Garth Nix books. I started this (you can read it here) and intended to re-read Sabriel, which is one of my favorite books and I just... couldn’t get into it? I’m having a lot of trouble reading lately because my brain is bad. Anyway I love this AU, but there’s no way I am ever going to finish it.
Amatuer Hockey AU. Another one I started, like 2 years ago and stalled out on. I play hockey myself (or I did before the pandemic anyway) and it was just an incredibly self-indulgent thing. Should I post it? I have a solid first chapter written. I could post it.
Jane Austen AU. This is very specific, but what I want is a Chad/Uryuu Emma/Persuasion mashup where Uryuu tries to meddle in his friends ‘ romantic lives and Renruki and Ichihime are his unwilling victims, and Chad is sort of a dreamy Mr. Knightly character, but less patronizing. Everyone wears cravats. Renji is a sea captain, this is non-negotiable. I absolutely do not know enough about Regency England to write this.
A continuation of not one step, an Edo-era AU that @gizkasparadise wrote. I mean, she’s not gonna write more of it, she has far better things to do with her time, but like... in a genie granting me wishes situation, I would like a big, fat novel worth of this.
I also love every and any AU that makes one small change to canon and examines the ripples outward, this is probably my favorite thing in the world, because it examines the girders and pivots of the source material. Unfortunately, a lot of these turn out to be deeply uncreative, and it’s just “canon but the way the author thinks it would be better.” Great authors know that worse is always a much better story. Anyway, one I think about a lot is one where Renji quits the Academy to join the Kuchiki House guard so he can be close to Rukia, but I can’t figure out how to make a story out of it.
I whined about wanting a Hallmark Christmas movie Renruki AU and @thegreenfaery just... wrote one for me??? Can you imagine? She also wrote me this 80′s Wedding AU that I am deeply, deeply in love with. Anyway, she’s my favorite, I love all her stuff, as a fandom, she is our Best AU Writer (even if she’s really a ByaHisa writer, I am claiming her)
To be honest, the thing about AUs I just love to see what people do with them, and which characters they stick in which role, and what things they keep the same as in canon, and what is wildly different, etc. It’s more like I enjoy AUs on a meta level, more than I crave any particular AU.
Maybe it’s also that we don’t really have a critical mass of Renruki writers at the moment, that we don’t really get a lot of Renruki-centric AUs, but I read a lot of other AUs, hoping they will make appearances as side characters. There are a couple of those I really, really like:
Demon in the Rough by @murderlight is a GrimmIchi Spirit Society AU and I am obsessed with whatever is going on between Renji and Rukia in it (they clearly had some falling out prior to the action of the story, which Ichigo is also trying to figure out). Overall, it is a tiny part of the plot, but it’s fine, because the rest of the story is delightful. Unohana is a horrifying murder spider and Grimmjow has a pair of giant magical hands that follow him around, everything about this story is great.
Not So Easy A by apearlinmyhead is a GrimmIchi college AU. On the surface, College AUs are one of the least interesting ideas to me, but the characterizations and dialogue are so much fun, that, like I said, it’s really more about what the author does with it than the core of the idea itself. Renji and Rukia play the classic RomCom role of Lead’s Best Friends, and they make a bunch of dick jokes and drink boxed wine and go to the diner in the middle of the night and this is really what I want out of an AU anyway.
To make a long story short, I just really like the concept of AUs and I wish our fandom had more of a critical mass of writers, so we got more of them. Probably the only kind of AU I do not like are the “soulmates” ones, where there is some thing (a red string, a tattoo, etc) that indicates when people are “soulmates,” because I reject the notion that everyone has some pre-destined perfect person for them. If someone wrote a Renruki one, I would still lose my mind over it, tho.
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zumpietoo · 3 years
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Sorry,
I’ve been having to get up soooperrr early this week to be at work early, cuz leave early so I can phone interview/do focus groups, etc....so last nite I had other shit and then, at like 8PM, just crashed.....sooo.....over morning coffee:
https://thetaoofbetty.tumblr.com/post/654177242377748481#notes
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First off, LOVE how even as she kinda admits it’s entirely her fanfic, she insists “Evan implied”, etc, endlessly.....and HER questionable relationship with the truth heads fully downhill from there.....
So turns out, no, Evan didn’t remotely say “this was the writers saying BH were friends”? Just your fanfic.....and then, “well, okay, yeah, THEY were awkward.....but I BELIEVE it was them friends anyway, riiiighttt?????” So, dude, just admit no, this wasn’t it. It was never “romantic” and y’all need to stop spinning this bullshit.
Actually, they didn’t “discuss” (and I’m really tired of this, as well...because “discussions” make for shitty TeeVee) dick. They investigated. And there’s no “miscommunication”. Betty cheated and is a slutty, murderous asshole, now. Jughead is a good person. Cause THAT was what I took from that episode----and considering what Jughead fully admitted the next ep, etc....if anything, ironically, this triggered for him that he really, REALLY needs closure and to face his demons, etc. which is what this has REALLY been setting up (and the not intended to be returned after ninety billion years centric ep).
Oh and if they HAD.....Jughead would have some idea that Betty’s now a psycho killer prostitute, which are the REAL issues (yes, I know, lots of all caps “REALS”) she needs to “discuss”.
Actually, again, Barfie Evan didn’t “imply” dick. In fact, in his rewording, he made a point of saying they’d be “sleuthing”.....and, again....this juvenile, “flirty friends” crap is supremely tiresome....while, obviously they’ll have conversations, he didn’t say this....
As is they “they’re gonna talk about everything!!!” Dude, that does NOT make for compelling TeeVee, and, again, Betty’s issues are waaayyyy bigger than this, whether y’all will admit it or not. And not, I don’t mean “PTSD”, I mean, she’s basically a horrible, out and out evvvolll person, currently.
Lastly, OMG!!! The fucking VM is immaterial AND no, it is not “definitely confirmed they’ll talk about it”.....when pressed by the Dippshits, Moron said, “you’ll definitely find out what was said”.....meaning it’ll be mentioned in passing or we’ll hear Jughead leaving the message in ep 11, right as he blacks out.
Plus, once again (and for the last fucking time):
Jughead left a meanie VM AFTER Betty had cheated/made his worst nightmare a reality, never bothered herself to even try and work it out, ditched him early and alone---while he had PTSD still and then didn’t bother to show a year later. The VM was at least 4 or 5 years after this.....AND Jughead even still, apologized.
In current time, Jughead apologized, has been nothing but civil to her (even tho he’s clearly still struggling with it and other issues), while Betty is utterly shitty to him, uses him when it benefits her, betrayed him further and is a psycho killer prostitute.
So, again, the VM is completely immaterial.....and, again, no matter what was said, an actual friend/decent human being would’ve wanted to help the other person if they did say something terrible....
And even Barfie Evan admitted, “more not what was said, but how it was said”.
Oh and, guess what, jackholes? Jughead, actually more than any other character here, IS permitted to be in a bad mood, too!
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capnwinghead · 4 years
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(fic snippet) superbat
So, I had not intended to write a sequel to thirteen, the superbat nanny!AU I posted part of here. 
But I got curious about how Clark would have felt about his parents lying to him about his abilities. I’m a bit self conscious because I think everyone thought, if there was another part, it’d be fluffy and super happy but I think Clark would be at least a little upset about not knowing about this part of himself. 
So, here’s a little bit. I had ideas about how the children’s lives would progress with their different interests and Bruce’s parenting style, etc. I hope you all like this part. It’s Clark centric. Light angst, appearance from the Wayne children and Martha Kent.
Three months had passed and Clark was still no closer to finding a way to tell Bruce about the strange things that had been happening to him.
About the dreams of blazing fire that left him sweaty and shaking when he woke up. About the morning he’d been half asleep and blowing on his coffee when the entire mug turned to ice. About the time he’d yanked on the door to the fridge and nearly tugged the entire thing on top of him. About the time he’d sneezed and launched himself straight back through the living room wall into his bedroom. About the fact that it was Clark that caused the structural damage that left him staying at the manor temporarily, not shoddy workmanship in a pre-war building.  
Clark still hadn’t told anyone about the day he’d found himself floating several feet above the ground.
Simply put: he was afraid. Of himself and what he could do. Of what Bruce might do once he found out. Bruce barely trusted other human beings – how could he possibly react well to… whatever the hell Clark was? What would he think if he knew what Clark could do? Not only that – how would Bruce react to knowing that Clark not only had these abilities, but that he’d hid them from him, as well?
He’d be furious and, while he wouldn’t admit it, he’d be afraid. For his city, for his children. There was no way he’d let Clark continue to see them. It’d be the end of this little pocket of happiness they’d found together.
Clark wasn’t quite ready to lose that.
So, rather than tell anyone about his new normal, he pretended it wasn’t happening.
Turned the air conditioner on high when he turned in for bed at night. If his coffee was scalding hot, he powered through it. Treated every window door handle and handshake like the entire world was made of glass. If he had to sneeze, he tried his best to fight it. And if he found himself feeling that lightness in his chest that led him to fly that first day, he pushed it down.
Even when Dick flashed those cheery smiles every time Clark came over for dinner. Even when Jason badgered Alfred for hours for help making Clark a birthday cake. Even when Tim didn’t think twice about adding Clark to the list of safe contacts in the security system. Even when Cass flashed one of those sweet smiles only Clark seemed to earn. Even when Damian clung to him demandingly during story time, refusing to sleep until he finished.
Even when Bruce let his guard slip and shared bits and pieces of himself that he’d never shared with anyone else.
Even when Clark found himself powerless, weak in the face of the Wayne family’s obvious affection, he forced it down. Made himself focus on why he was keeping this secret: he reminded himself that it was for their protection.
And not because he was a selfish monster unwilling to let go of a family that had gone against their better judgment and allowed him into their hearts. He tried to ignore the fact that he was proving them wrong every single day he kept this hidden.
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One night, Clark returned from work to find Alfred in the kitchen.
“Hey, Alfred.”
“Mr. Kent,” he greeted. It was much warmer than it had been nearly a year ago when they first met. It took some time for Clark to realize that this was about as warm as Alfred could be.
“You ever going to let me take care of dinner? At least once?” Clark suggested, pulling off his jacket. “Maybe take some time for yourself?”
“At this point in my life, I’m afraid I don’t understand the concept,” he replied dryly.
Smiling, Clark shook his head and started towards the hallway. “I hear you, but please think about it. You do so much around here. It’s the least I could do.”
He found Dick in the living room literally sitting on top of Jason as they fought for the remote. Tim was in his room hard at work on his laptop. Damian was sitting on the floor in the library, utterly enraptured as he watched his sister avidly.
Cass moved smoothly through a series of twirls, her arms held gracefully above her head. She moved to music Clark couldn’t hear, the room silent save for the sounds of her feet hitting the wood floor as she glided across the room. Utterly focused, her head held high as she spun, the motion incredibly controlled. She came to a stop, her body held tightly in position.
Then she smiled to herself, turning around as she pushed a lock of hair behind her ear
How was that? She signed, eyes widening as Clark came into view.
Perfect, Clark signed. He stepped forward as Damian clapped at his feet, eyes wide with adoration.  
Grinning, Cass ducked down to smooth her hand over Damian’s head. Thank you, little lion.
Clark picked him up as she stood. “You really were amazing.”
Bashful, Cass shrugged, averting her gaze. Not really. It’s the same thing over and over. Something I found online. I want to start taking lessons but Dad won’t -  she stiffened, her mouth twisting. Looking up at Clark, her brow furrowed as she signed, Dad always says no.
“Did he say why?” She shook her head, following Clark out into the hall. Propping Damian up on his hip, he added, “I can’t promise anything, but I’ll talk to him, kiddo.”
Cass brightened, Really?
She hugged Clark tightly, shaking with excitement. “I can’t promise anything, okay?” She squeezed him tighter.
Clark waited until Alfred took the kids upstairs to get ready for bed.
Bruce stood at the kitchen sink, rolling his shirtsleeves up as he started the dishwater. Inadvertently, Clark’s eyes traced over the muscles flexing in his forearms. The sight always left Clark a little overwarm, his mind quickly filling in the more entertaining things Bruce could be doing with him at the moment. Bruce kept so much of his body hidden throughout the day. Either in suits for work or patrol. It was a rarity for Clark to catch any part of him bare, and those moments were usually reserved for the bedroom. The end result being Clark getting hot and bothered at the sight of Bruce’s wrists. It was like living in the 1800s.
Clearing his throat, Clark leaned against the island, his voice light. “So, I saw Cass practicing today.” Bruce hummed in response, focused on the dishes. “She’s really good.”
“You knew that. You remember the play.”
“That was a while ago.” He chewed on his lip, trying to gauge Bruce’s mood. “I kind of thought she’d be in lessons by now.”
Bruce set a plate on the drying rack, his words toneless. “I know what you’re up to. The answer is still no.”
“Bruce,” Clark began, coming to stand beside him.
“I’ve already made up my mind about this.”
“But she’s done the research. All of it. How much it costs, where the studio is, how to get there, scheduling around Dick’s gymnastics and Tim’s A/V and chess club so Alfred’s not stretched too thin. This woman, Lia Lenkov, she’s amazing. She only takes on one student at a time and Cass likes her a lot—”
“I said no,” Bruce said firmly. He barely even turned his head in acknowledgement that Clark was even standing there. Clark felt his temper start to flare as lightning flashed outside.
“Why?”
“I appreciate your help with the kids, but they’re my kids. My word is final.”
Biting his lip, Clark fought to keep his voice level. “I respect that you’ve made a decision, but could you respect me enough to explain it to me?”
“The answer is the same,” he replied. At Clark’s silence, he sighed, resting his hands on the counter. His voice steady and calm as thunder raged on outside, rain pattering against the windows. “These lessons she wants to take so much are one and a half hours, three times a week. That’s just to start with. On top of her extensive academic requirements at Gotham Academy. On top of her extracurriculars. On top of the ASL lessons she gives her brothers. It’s too much.”
“But this is something she wants to do. And she wants it so badly. Can’t you see that?” Clark asked, his eyes warming. Bruce finally turned towards him, his face flushed, mouth a thin line.
“I’m done talking about this.” Turning around seconds later, dismissing Clark completely.
“Damn it, Bruce.”
Clark’s control slipped – just for a second. In the time it took to take a breath, the warmth in his eyes starts to burn, his eyes flaring red. He had mere seconds to realize something was very, very wrong.
“I’ve already told you – Clark?” Bruce asked, concern bleeding through. He quickly moved towards him, reaching out.
“No, don’t!” Clark shouted, shoving himself backwards.
The heel of his hand smashed through the granite edge of the countertop, barely a blip on his radar as his heart nearly burst out of his chest. Adrenaline set in, the red in his vision growing stronger, brighter and he was burning, burning hotter than he ever had before. Like a fever he would never shake. Thunder boomed outside, the sound bursting through his ears as though the storm was raging on inside his head.
Eyes clenched shut, he rushed the backdoors.
Bursting through wood and glass, Bruce shouting his name in fear. Clark slid on his knees into the brick side of the manor, his clothes soaked through in seconds. Grimacing, he shot blindly through the sky, rising up into the clouds. The cold was nearly unbearable, chilling him to the bone. Arching, he felt every muscle in his body contract as the fire tore through him and the sky exploded into light.
Clark hadn’t a clue where he was going. He fell through the sky faster than he’d planned.
Weak and shivering, falling straight through a sodden wooden roof of an ancient shed. He had a few moments before the door burst open and he was met with the business end of a rifle. After some time, the barrel lowered and wide blue eyes met his.
“Clark?”
Teeth chattering, Clark wrapped his arms around his knees as he weakly asked, “Ma, what’s happening to me?”
Clark sat at the kitchen table, his hands wrapped carefully around a mug of coffee that had long gone cold.
“Twenty-nine years,” was all he could say.
“Sweetheart,” Martha began, struggling to find the words. Finally settling on, “Your father and I were only trying to protect you.”
Clark looked to her, tears in his eyes. “What am I?”
“We don’t know. This man, Mr. Zatara, all he could tell us was that you weren’t from this earth.”
A chill shot down Clark’s spine. “What?”
“I didn’t tell you everything about the day we found you. We didn’t find you in an orphanage. Your father and I were driving along the main road one day and it was like this big meteor shower. Debris rained down from the sky and this big thing crashed into the field beside us. Your father pulled over and we saw this giant crater in the ground.” She smiled, her eyes softening with the memory. “And there you were. This little baby wrapped up in this red cloth. You were so small and harmless.”
Clark fought the familiar warmth he typically felt when he heard stories about his childhood. They were all colored by the fact that none of it was real. Looking at her, it was hard to reconcile her image with the woman that had lied to him his entire life. “When did you know?”
“That you were different?” Clark nodded. “You were three years old. Jonathan was changing the tire on our tractor when the jack broke. The whole thing started to come down on him. By the time I got out there, you’d lifted the damn thing over your head. It didn’t even look hard.”
She smoothed her hands over the tablecloth. “I told him, I said ‘if that’s the only thing, we can deal with it’. I could teach you to control it. But we found out what all you could do.” Her head lowered, hands wringing together. “When your hearing started to cause you pain, we knew we had to do something. Jonathan found Mr. Zatara and we made you the watch,” she said, pointing to his wrist and the broken watch face.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“We thought it was safer if you didn’t know. Jonathan was scared someone would find you and take you away from us. Lock you up in some lab and experiment on you.” Her eyes were soft and honest. “I guess that fear never really went away. We should have told you. I should have told you. I’m sorry.”
Clark saw the way she cradled her coffee mug. The way her thumb traced repeatedly over the rim nervously. He loved his mother and he knew, with time, he’d come around to forgiving her.
But tonight, wasn’t that night.
“I’m going to bed,” he said, heading for the stairs.
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A few days later, Clark was brushing his teeth when his mother called out for him.
“I’ll be down in a minute.”
“We have guests!”
Frowning, Clark rinsed his mouth out and hurried down the stairs. “Nobody knows I’m here,” he began, coming to a stop.
Bruce was sitting at the kitchen table sipping a cup of coffee. Upon seeing Clark, he stood up, holding out his hands. “Wait, don’t leave.”
Swallowing nervously, Clark looked from Bruce to his mother, unsure of what all she could have told him. “How did you know I was here?”
The corner of Bruce’s mouth quirked, the fondness in his eyes rather confusing for Clark’s nerves. “You’re pretty predictable. I took a guess seeing as your apartment is still in repairs.” He slid his hands into his pockets, cocking his head to the side. “I guess it wasn’t shoddy workmanship, huh? You put that hole in the wall?”
Clark started to respond when a small weight slammed into his side, startling him for a moment. Looking down, he found a small head of dark hair and small arms clinging to him. “Hey,” he greeted shakily, wiping at his face.
Cass pulled away, signing, Where’d you go?
“I had to come see my mom for a bit.” At her frown, he explained, “I’ve been having a rough time and I needed to ask her some questions.”
“Here, sweetheart,” Martha said, ducking down to draw Cass’ gaze. “Why don’t you gather your brothers and you can help me make breakfast, okay?”
Cass studied her curiously, looking to Clark in question. “It’s alright. I’ll be fine.” She studied him for a moment longer before nodding and following Martha down the hall.
Bruce followed Clark outside onto the front steps. Clark kept far away, his arms wrapped tightly around himself. With a bemused smile, Bruce sat down on the top step. A black SUV was parked in the drive, the sight giving Clark pause. The idea that Bruce had not only flown into town but brought the kids along, as well, seemed impossible. The idea that Bruce would want to see him at all after what happened seemed even less possible.
“I’m sorry,” Clark said quietly. “These strange things have been happening to me. I should have told you.” He swallowed, his voice thick. “I know I put you and the kids in danger. It was selfish and wrong of me and I’m so sorry.”
Bruce stood, moving closer carefully, his eyes dark. A tear rolled down Clark’s cheek as he held Bruce’s gaze. “Can you ever forgive me?” Clark asked.
“Clark,” he began, reaching out a hand. When Clark flinched, his face fell momentarily. “There’s nothing to forgive,” he said, taking Clark’s hand and pulling it away from its place at his side. “You didn’t hurt me. You did everything you could to keep from hurting me.”
Tears rolled down Clark’s cheeks as he nodded, averting his gaze. “I should’ve told you when it started happening. I was just so scared that you’d be afraid of me.”
Bruce’s hands came down on the railing, boxing Clark in. “You should have told me.” Drawing Clark’s worried gaze, he offered a small smile. “I know people that can help you. Find out where you came from, about your parents.”
“You do?”
“After things with Ra’s and you ending up in the hospital,” he stepped back, crossing his arms, “Alfred insisted that I stop trying to take on the world on my own. I met a group of people who do a similar thing that I do to protect their own cities. Some of them have abilities – a speedster, an actual Amazon and a man that can talk to fish—”
“You’re serious?” Clark asked, his eyes widening.
Bruce nodded, his hands smoothing over Clark’s back. “You’re not the strangest thing out there. Not by a longshot.” He cleared his throat, adding, “Admittedly, before you came into my life, the last thing I would have done was trust anyone outside of my family. But they’re good people.”
“I’m glad.” Clark smiled, finding himself calm for the first time in days. “Thanks for coming here.”
“If I came back empty handed, Alfred would’ve never given me peace.” He pulled Clark in close, holding him tight. “And Jason would’ve stopped speaking to me for good.”
Clark spent the day with the kids.
It was somehow easier being home with them as a buffer. Walking the fields with Cass, taking in Damian’s wonder at all of the animals, trying to keep Tim and Jason from killing each other during a game of catch. Dick had taken to treating the beams of the barn like balance beams. Of course, Damian tried to follow suit and Clark nearly a heart attack.
Clark didn’t have time to worry about fear of hurting the children. He’d been afraid to get too close to them, worried he might hurt them with his new abilities. In few moments before Damian’s playful turned into a real one, Clark couldn’t care about his fear. He’d leapt upwards, catching Damian in his arms and he was halfway through a lecture before he even realizes he’s holding the child.
And nothing bad happened.
He holds Damian close, letting out a slow breath, cradling his head. Dick was still staring at him guiltily and Clark huffs out a laugh. He reaches out to ruffle the kid’s hair. “Don’t do that again, okay? It’s not safe.”
He nodded, studying Clark curiously. “Can you do that again?”
“Do what?”
“Fly!” he replied, bouncing up onto his toes with excitement. “That was amazing!”
The words gave Clark pause – in all of his stress and worry, “amazing” was the last word he’d use to describe his new abilities. “You think so, huh?”
“Duh,” Dick replied and Clark laughed.
“Come here,” he said, letting the boy hug him around the waist. He concentrated, rising slowly in the air. As painfully slow as they were moving, Dick still cheered like it the most fun he’d ever had. Clark stopped a few inches from the top of the barn, holding tight to the boys.
He supposed it didn’t have to be a curse – being different. Considering what Bruce had said, there were others out there like him – with abilities. Only, they used their powers to help others. They didn’t hide away from them. There was no reason Clark couldn’t be more like them and it wasn’t like there weren’t more people that needed help.
If there was some way to better ensure Bruce returned home to his family every night, it might be this.
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Clark found Bruce in the kitchen the next morning.
In an apron of all things.
He and Jason stood side by side at the counter watching focusedly as Martha walked them through how to make homemade biscuits. Clark leaned against the door jamb and watched.
“You’ve gotta work the dough, yes, just like that, darlin’,” she praised with a smile, watching Jason roll the dough along the floured countertop. “That’s perfect.”
“Really?” Jason asked, eyes lighting up as he excitedly returning to his work.
Martha came closer, wiping her hands before laying her hand on his shoulder. “You’re doing a great job.”
The smile on his face was hard to look at and Clark averted his gaze. He remembered months ago when he’d been excited about introducing the kids to his mother. Before he’d found out she was capable of lying to him his entire life.
“Is Clark coming down soon?” Bruce asked, rolling out the dough. He moved stiffly, obviously not used to the motion. It made Clark smile.
“Maybe. Maybe not,” Martha said, leaning against the counter. “The boy’s still mad at me.”
“He’s not exactly a boy, is he?”
“When you have kids, they’ll always be children to you,” she said, carding her fingers through Jason’s hair. “You take care of them, you raise them the best way you know how. You make mistakes but you try to learn from them. And you hope, they weren’t something your kids can’t move past.” She cleared her throat, her voice rough. “This doesn’t seem to be one of them.”
Bruce looked to her in question. “He’ll come around.”
“I don’t know.”
“He loves you.”
Martha studied him for a moment. “I thought you’d be solidly in his corner. From what I hear, you’re very big on honesty.”
“I am,” he replied, wiping his hands. “But if there’s anyone that understands doing anything to protect your kids, it’s me. He’ll move past this.”
He moved towards her, offering a smile. “He will.”
Martha pulled him into her arms, hugging him tightly. She’d missed it – the startling softness to Bruce’s face and the way his eyes closed as he accepted the hug. It tugged at Clark’s chest, the desire to comfort winning out.
He moved forward, running a hand over his head. “Hey, guys. What’s all this?” he asked.
Bruce and Martha separated, looking to him as Jason turned around. “We’re makin’ biscuits! From scratches,” he said.
“Scratch,” Bruce corrected, dropping a kiss on the top of his head. There was a light flush to his cheeks, a fact Clark kindly kept to himself.
Clark looked from Bruce to his mother and to Jason’s eager little face. Crossing the room, he kissed Bruce briefly before wrapping an arm around his mother’s shoulder. “Can I help?” he asked.
Her face softened, eyes welling up in the corners. Covering her mouth, she nodded, touching his face as he pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Of course, baby.”
Clark stood next to Jason at the counter, his throat tight.
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mercyxkilling · 3 years
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send “…didn’t know where else to go…” for your muse to show up at my muse’s doorstep one night during a thunderstorm, shivering, bleeding & soaking wet. 
@emptyvictory asked: “…didn’t know where else to go…” probably didn't intend for her to see him tbh but uh 👀 
she’d been busy all goddamn day. if it wasn’t running one legitimate business or another, it was running a shady one behind the scenes. if it wasn’t handling phone calls from family then it was driving one of her men to pick up his car from the impound lot. mercy had also managed to get roped into a magical evening with her relatives since her brother had flown his family in from japan, and while she adored time with her nieces and nephews and her sister-in-law, just about everyone else that had been at that gathering could, in her opinion, eat a bag of dicks. all they did was talk, criticize, complain, and most of the time it was about her or the way her brother’s kids weren’t doing what was considered “right” or “normal” by their male-centric traditions and society. 
by the end of it she couldn’t even eat, and that was the real tragedy here. authentic italian cuisine going to waste. 
it had gotten dark by the time she’d freed up, but considering the cloud cover she figured it might not have been quite as late as she’d assumed... but it was going to get terribly wet and that usually meant that no one on the roads were going to know how to fucking drive. fan-fucking-tastic. and while she normally wouldn’t have had a problem speeding home to bypass all of the traffic she also knew the kind of heat that would be on her given the fact that she’d just left a gathering of known criminals whose every movements were probably being monitored by a few cops just itching to take someone down so they could finally make rank. she’d make an easy target since most underestimated her because she was a woman, and mercy wasn’t in the mood to deal with any of that.
so she made the painfully slow drive back home through the congested traffic and found herself even more fucking angry and frustrated than when the trip even started... which was saying something, considering how tightly wound she’d been to begin with. but at least it hadn’t actually started to rain yet and she didn’t have to worry about getting soaked on her way to the entrance.
as soon as the short woman climbed out and shut the car door behind her, though, the sky immediately opened up and a most vicious downpour followed, and in mere seconds her hair was plastered to her face, her outfit soaked, and her shoes were providing no help in the means of traction as she attempted to hurriedly make her way in the doors and to the elevator before anyone could see what a mess she was.
it was a good thing, though, that she was struggling to hustle in her ruined heels, lest she have breezed right past a familiar figure nearby. while she knew she looked like hell and normally never would have allowed anyone to see her in such a state, mercy wasn’t about to just leave the poor man struggling like that... so without hesitation mercy made a beeline for the man, ready to offer any aid that she possibly could.
“jesus fuckin’ christ, niko, what happened?”
she moved with purpose, though still gentle, as she guided him as best she could to the nearby awning to shield them both from the onslaught of the rain where she could get a better look at the man. perhaps it was the way she handled situations like this with her own crew that pushed her into such mannerisms and behavior, mercy couldn’t be sure... but all she knew was that she had to help and she had the means to do so, so all her earlier exasperation and complete and utter rage melted away into concern and the all-consuming need to fix this. against her better judgement she reached out and put a hand to his face to tilt his head this way or that so she could get a better angle to look at his more obvious wounds, and it seemed to have taken her a moment to realize what she was doing before pulling that hand back and returning it to her side.
this wasn’t benny who was hurt. she couldn’t just go touching him like that like she knew him well enough.
“sorry. c’mon. let’s get you inside and i’ll take care of this for you, and you can tell me what happened. ‘cause if someone i know did this to you...”
her voice, usually on the louder side but still warm and strangely raspy, had taken on a much quieter and icy turn. if she found out who had done this to him she was going to fucking kill them. slowly. painfully. 
“c’mon, caro mio, let’s go.”
the redhead offered an arm if he needed support so they could get moving. 
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I was wondering if you could help me out with something - usually I'm more of a winteriron shipper. And also I usually don't like Cap very much. But if I wanted to read some stony ffs post cw, iw or eg fix-it's, ffs in which Tony's not the bad guy and Steve's not the self-righteous dick the mcu turned him into - which would you recommend? I know you read a lot and I adore your writing so I think I might like what you read. If you have the time for this, I'd be very happy :)
Ok, so most of the fixit’s I’ve read are Winteriron or Stuckony, OR are more comic-centric than MCU, so this was tricky BUT here’s what I can do to help you.  
(Oh, and shameless self-promotion, we have become something different, beloved (tragic and lovely) and wonderland are my two Civil War fixits because apparently I had a lot of feels.)
Last Train Home by erde (orphan_account)  
Steve writes letters to Tony that he never sends. By the time he hands them to their rightful owner, Tony has had a brush with death, has retired as a superhero, and now has a small town workshop of his very own. But it's okay, Steve has gone into retirement too.
Just Far Enough by TheSopherfly
Tony couldn’t honestly remember how long it had been like this. Probably since the day he’d called T’Challa and offered his help. At first it had just been compulsive self-denial: you can’t eat until you’ve drafted your opening remarks, until you’ve finished your research, until you’ve rewritten every last colon and comma and apostrophe in those Accords so that everyone can come home.
Those goals had been realistic. Lately, they’d become impossible. Until everyone forgives you. Until you forgive yourself. Until you make up for every bad thing you’ve ever caused.
He was fine. He was coasting in a dangerous place, but he was fine. He wasn't taking it too far - just far enough.
Over Sea, Under Stars by vorkosigan
Tony gets the phone, but he never uses it and he never intends to. Or, he doesn’t until Steve starts texting him, asking strange questions about medication and mental health, which is when Tony gets worried.
(A texting fix-it that grew beyond all proportion. Deals with depression and anxiety quite a lot. There is even some plot in there somewhere.)
Can't start a fire without a spark
The Avengers might be reunited, but they are holding together with a Band-Aid and a severe case of Tony pretending nothing happened. The superficial truce is shattered the day Steve takes control of Tony's suit and forces him to go to medical in a tense situation. When Tony is ordered to take a vacation, Steve volunteers to go with him.
A Foolish Heart (Is Better Than None) by Myrime
It takes no time at all for Steve to pick up the phone. “Tony,” he breathes, not at all as confident as he used to but it is still too much, too real, and Tony feels himself shatter all over again. “Are you all right?” Tony wants to laugh, but his chest aches with the phantom pain of the dead suit weighing him down, so he cannot move at all. His heart, on the other hand, seems ready to burst, beating so fast and wild as if it hopes it could reach out and touch Steve just by making enough of a ruckus. “Never mind,” Tony says in a voice he does not recognize at his. “There is no emergency. You’re not needed.” He used to be better at lying than this. When Steve calls back, he does not pick up.
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Scoob! Review
Apologies: I watched the movie  two weeks ago, but forgot to write this because I was so busy doing the Dragonball FighterZ thing. But, with that out of the way...
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An interesting ride. As a longtime Scooby Doo fan, it was pretty much a given that I would watch this installment by the Warner Animation Group as soon as possible, and I had a pretty good time - albeit with some issue. It’s a fun Scooby adventure, mostly focusing on Scooby and Shaggy, as they go on a new kind of adventure. It’s full of fun references, super charmingly animated action scenes, and lots of humor that actually nails the characters’ goofball antics without diminishing them as the butt of the joke - which is something the previous theatrical series was hit or miss about - which which is also hampered by the fact that it doesn’t really give itself enough time or space to really make any of those things shine.
Spoilers, but only a couple.
The first thing we ever heard about this movie years ago was that it was conceived as a dramatic retool of Scooby Doo into a out-and-out spy series, in order to set up a Hanna Barbera cinematic universe a la the MCU (which, given that they already had a shared universe they could adapt in Future Quest, hit a little hard), giving the impression that Scooby was going to be a pastiche of James Bond. It’s very obvious from the finished product that this concept was since heavily changed, but you still see it in the film. The gang is still the same-old gang - a bunch of kooky teen mystery solvers - but plotwise it’s very much “what if instead of solving a mystery, the gang just fought a supervillain?” Which, let’s be clear, is not unheard of for the franchise: see Scooby Doo and the Cyber Chase for another story that’s mostly just “fight a cool bad guy, with a tacked on mystery,” or the other Shaggy and Scooby-centric stuff like Ghoul School or Reluctant Werewolf for other movies that just plain eschew their usual setting entirely - this is a lot like those. It’s centered around the two characters’ relationship, like pretty much every theatrical Scooby release it seems, as this new challenge almost breaks their union, and the group as usual does very well in that kind of action. Faced with an army of dimwitted robots that can go from silly to terrifying multiple times in the same scene, Scoob and Shag’s typical mix of silly bumbling with surprisingly - and destructively - clever antics make for some great scenes, my favorite being a madcap chase through an amusement park that ends with them getting away on a ferris wheel that’s been knocked of its hinges.
This is very much a movie that wants to be a Hanna Barbera crossover, but is trying hard to restrain itself. As a kid Shaggy was a fan of the Impossibles (who, iirc, were once intended to get a movie as part of this universe) with models and posters that the camera never completely focuses on, you see Laff-a-Lympics on an arcade machine, references to classic Scooby writers and actors as location names (I laughed at Messick Mountain, and the Takamoto Bowl outright went over my head at first), even little things like Scooby bowling like Fred Flintstone or the blink and you’ll miss it appearance of Yankee Doodle Pigeon - and yes, Captain Caveman shows up, fully voiced by Tracy Morgan and kicking butt for a very short scene, with one of his show’s supporting characters (Dee Dee Skyes) as a prominent in this movie’s plot. There’s even musical references in addition to visible ones: at one point, the movie even orchestrates one of the classic bits of Scooby Doo background music. I was hoping for a reference to the classic Scooby Doo / Blue Falcon theme, but alas that was one nod we didn’t get.
However, this approach does work especially well with Blue Falcon - who was originally built up through Scooby Doo, sharing a timeslot, advertisement and technically a theme song, and in time has more or less become to Scooby Doo what Donkey Kong is to Mario: technically a supporting character, but able to do his own stuff every once in a while. There have been several Blue Falcon Scooby Doo crossovers in the last few years (though in terms of sheer number of references this movie’s got nothing on Mask of the Blue Falcon), and they’ve all been very fun as each show, movie or comic reinterpreted the character to fit their specific world - and this movie’s novice Blue Falcon who is kind of an egoistical loser, but turns out to have a lot to learn even from Scooby and Shaggy’s brand of cowardly bravery, grows on you even if he has kind of a rough initial landing.
Unfortunately, this is also a movie that very much wants that rigid hour and a half timeslot, and has absolutely no interest in a going a second longer - and that’s where it’s problems come in. I’ve said before that animated films have become more and more written with expediency in mind: plot points are rushed, denouements are minimized, side or even main characters might not get much utilization, and sometimes things come of as just kind of happening to the protagonists without much set-up. Even the best or the best animation companies fall into these traps at times, and this movie is a good example of what it looks like if you fall into that too much. Take the Scooby gang - Velma, Daphne, and Fred. They’re not really fleshed out that much in this movie, even if they were tweaked a bit with their new VAs - but that’s not necessarily a problem in itself, given the heavy focus on Scooby and Shaggy. What’s more noticeable is where this intersects the plot: for example - one of the better examples of what I’m talking about - the scene that kicks off the whole story. Fred, Velma and Daphne want to expand Mystery Inc, and call Simon Cowell to invest in them. Cowell decides Scooby and Shaggy are incompetent because reasons, and the two storm off. This is later framed as the gang abandoning the duo, that’s not really what happens. Once Cowell hits the scene, beyond one or two lines the rest of the gang essentially ceases to exist, and barely reacts to anything: there’s no moments with them where they seem to buy into what Cowell is saying, there’s nothing beforehand that implies that they’re dissatisfied with Scooby and Shaggy, there’s isn’t even really a status quo for what their dynamic is like. We cut straight from them meeting as kids to them having a supposed fight as adults - this is something that wouldn’t have taken a lot of time, but would have strengthened pretty much everything, from Scooby and Shaggy’s reaction to the trio’s guilt later, but is skipped over entirely. The others get very little beyond being summed up as “the muscle” (Fred), “the face” (Daphne) and “the brains” (Velma), and it feels less like expediency and more like we missed a scene somewhere.
Granted, this particular thing also runs a unique problem that the Scooby gang face. As characters who just turned fifty and who are well entrenched in pop culture, adaptations often assume you know who they already - and this movie definitely assumes you can do its work for it and establish a baseline for the Scooby gang on your own... and on that front, I suppose it does better than the previous film series, which based a lot of its humor on fandom in-jokes they poorly assumed everyone agreed with. But... there’s a degree to which every film needs to establish a baseline for that it itself to trying to do, and I think skipping this hurt the film more than it should have. And it’s hardly the only point where the need for speed cuts out the flow of the film. Scooby and Shaggy get abducted by Blue Falcon, whose assistant then promptly exposits on everything the audience doesn’t know yet about the plot so that they can just skip straight to more action - basically setting up a question and then answering it immediately without set-up. This essentially robs Dick Dastardy - definitely the best thing about the movie - of a strong introduction, in favor of, again, expediency, and it’s kind of baffling given that there’s later scenes where the rest follows the mystery and so repeats that exposition anyway. I mentioned that Blue Falcon himself got a rough initial landing, and that’s because his intro scene is just a lot of new element popping in with exposition, interspersed with pop culture references - and that exposition just stops the whole thing cold for a while. We hit again the “expects you to know” angle with Falcon himself, who is a legacy character of the original Falcon - who we never see, which raises the question of why they bothered to make him a legacy and not just a novice hero in the first place. I’ve always been a strong believer that you can introduce elements without needless explanation unless who introduce concepts that suggest explanation: Scoob and Shag being a fan of the original Blue Falcon, Dynomutt constantly reminiscing about him, and there being a full Falcon organization around which the movie pivots, along with lots of reference, suggest the need for at least a little more than we got - even if it’s just a thirty clip of the way Blue Falcon worked before Brian (the new Falcon) came along - but the movie just wants to rush past it. The entire quest on which the plot is centered it halfway through when we first encounter it, and doesn’t get any explanation at all until halfway through the movie. And then there’s little things like  Captain Caveman cameo, which just leave you wanting more.
This happens again and again, with plot points, characters, all sorts - things introduced halfway and then brushed past as though they’re not. People don’t expect much from animated movies, and stuff like this is one of the reasons why - this movie feels sometimes like it was written for tv, which is ironic given how it ended up being released. But the movies that were themselves DTV or released to TV, like Shaggy’s Showdown or Legend of the Phantasaur, the aforementioned Mask of the Blue Falcon or - my perosnal favorite - Moon Monster Madness, even tend to not have these problems themselves, because they’re more measured and precise about what they want to introduce and why. It’s great to be childish, as long you do childish well.
But now that the criticism portion of the review is done, I will say that this doesn’t hamper the movie’s desire to be fun and easy to follow, it just makes it not as much so as it clearly could have been. If you wanted more Falcon, or more Scooby and Shaggy, more Mystery Inc shenangians, more Dastardly, more adventure, more of a certain gag or humor, more of really any of the movie’s best points, you weren’t getting them that much because the movie was trying to do all of them all at once. But one the movie starts getting traction, about halfway through, that starts to fade as everything coalesces. All the characters meet, we finally know what the heck is going on, and it’s just a straight shot to the end with lots of what this movie does best: cool visuals, silly characters doing silly things, and brave characters doing brave things. Much as I wish there was more to the Captain Caveman segment, it’s one of the most visually hilarious parts of the movie, with the stark contrast of these hi-tech, modern character colliding with these explicitly more cartoony prehistoric designs and antics, and its just wonderful. Everything about Dick Dastardly’s story is great - though I was wishing for a Penelope Pitstop reference - and he even gets a heartwarming conclusion to the whole thing.
I don’t know where the series is going after this - whether they do indeed intend to make more Hanna Barbera movies in this vein. The credits teased Johnny Quest, Frankenstein Jr, Grape Ape (who according to concept art was supposed to be in this one), Atom Ant, and even a bit of Wacky Races, and it’s clear they have the love for classic Hanna Barbera to make it happen. I just hope that if they do, they go with a series who can expand this in a more concise way, with a little better character introduction. I’ve still got my fingers crossed for Future Quest.
The film is still very recommended by me. I loved it, I watched it twice, and it a heck of a lot of fun even with its hang-ups. If you haven’t seen it, there are worse ways for a parent, a kid, or just a big ol’ child at heart to spend an afternoon.
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sugar-petals · 5 years
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:: Sloppy Savvy (m)
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— pairing ♡ Reader x JK x MYG
warnings ⚠️ threesome, bdsm, sub!jk-centric, sub!yoongi joins, dom!reader, fwb, spit kink, facials, degradation, face-sitting, as the title says: very wet and messy 
summary: You delight in rainy-day bed pleasures with JK and Yoongi.
word count: 2.1k | one shot | domestic au
➳ NOTE: A gift for @/re-sugance. Kura you’re the kindest, your support always means a lot.  
The room is in shambles. Two ripped open suitcases. Empty take-out boxes from Manolo’s down the road. Black Gore-Tex raincoats on the bed. Still dripping off. With you standing on the carpet in the center of the room naked.
“Watch closely.”
And Jungkook kneeling at your feet. Panting.
You let saliva pool long enough at the tip of your tongue for him to tremble. Looking up from his position, sitting on his heels, Jungkook’s neck looks tense with the sustaining upward bend to it. In order not to make it strain too much, one cupping hand under his chin suffices. Perfect.
At the stroke of your fingers, you feel a little peach fuzz underneath, as slight as the one above his belly button that tends to escape his razor in the shower. Barely coarse to the touch, you fondle it, making Jungkook arch into his position even more. Obedient. And delicately servile as ever.
Seeing him gasp, and wriggle, and wait for the reward so much anticipated during two days and over seven hours in the plane — is the delight of a long week off your back through his gentle presence underneath you. Fuck. Missing him is nowhere near as hard as making up for the lost time when he’s in your hands this way.
“Y/N...”
He’s whimpering. So needy, his cock can’t take it. It throbs so hard against his abdomen, begging for the ease of stimulation that you will not allow.
At least not yet.
When you let a small thread of saliva drip downwards into his mouth, Jungkook sticks his tongue out to let your spit cool first, and then, lets it slide into his esophagus slow enough for you to still observe it disappear.  
Your voice is placid. The room damp. With a little help from your other hand, his bangs stay out of his eyes.
“Swallow, babe. Don’t be shy.”
“Ah—”
Jungkook gulps down every new portion of drops and threads you give him. The guttural noise that follows each time after his Adam’s apple pokes forward has always satisfied you, and still, never fails to stun. He’s endlessly ravishing.
The saliva that has gathered around your own jaw you swipe up with the hand once at his own chin, and slather your wet digits across his bottom lip. It’s gotten a little plump by now.
“Blow a bubble for me, sweetheart.”
Jungkook obliges. Gathering some more of his own spit, then pouting his lips to accumulate the mix. When he opens his mouth to exhale, a little pop escapes, and tiny droplets create spray all over his cheeks. He’s giggling. So it was more saliva than intended. Cute babe.
“Oh my! I’m sorry. Sorry, Y/N.”
Some of the spit also disperses on the foamy black floor mat, leaving small little dots around his thighs and between his bent legs in their remaining position: Jungkook has been kneeling steadfast like a champ.
“You’re the best slut. Don’t apologize for that.”
The praise brings Jungkook to bare his teeth in a wide grin that makes his eyes smile alike. You wish you could nibble at his ears, his crinkling nose.
But not yet.
When you tickle him inches short under his jaw, he throws his head back laughing even more. You love the sound. It’s heart-melting. His bangs part further.
“Can I gag for you?”
What a question. He can, always.
“Baby, want my fingers?”
The look in his eyes is the answer. So bad. His hotel room in Bangkok has been awfully devoid of you and his texts read just like that. It’s time to catch up tonight.
You make sure to wipe the very last of your spit from either lip and pass it down between his teeth where both your index and middle digit find a warm space to linger. So hot.
Jungkook visibly finds delight in brushing his head faithfully against your legs before resuming his position. The movement of your fingers draws ample chokes from him, many accompanied by what remains the grin that Jungkook sports with your hand in his mouth. He is diligent gagging himself onto either finger bit by bit until you decide to slide them out again and create space on the bed shoving the coats aside. The mattress got a bit wet from the raindrops covering the fabric. But who could know the way back from the terminal to the carpark would be a rapid cold shower. One that practically called for heating each other up again. You’ve marked him up enough.
And indeed the temperature in the room has long increased.
“Got a reward, boo. You’ve been good.”
The surprise on his face inspires a rush of adrenaline, one that makes you realize that you have him on your bed, finally, after last week’s busy period.
“Yes. Lay back.”
You slide on top of him. Prurient. More adrenaline. His body is luscious.
“Is it a new toy?”
“Certainly. For you and for me.”
“Oh!”
“Can you wait for one minute?”
“Sure, are you getting it now?”
“Yes,” you gently lift from the edge of the mattress. “Called us a guest, sweetheart. You know who.”
Because the texts from Bangkok didn’t just reach you by yourself. It’s a group chat, after all.
“Sit, Yoongi babe.”
The mattress sinks a little more when he does. Three people on it makes the room, despite its chaos, more hospitable. Yes, homely. How hostile can the best house be with nobody to be close to. Yoongi smiles, with his suede brogue boots already kicked off, and his trench buttoned down, in fact, half pulled off.
“You’ve been in the rain, too?” he asks.
Jungkook nods in reply, flat on his back from the pillow.
“At the airport.”
Meanwhile, you help Yoongi rid his lithe arms off the coat completely, and make note that they really—  are not that lithe. At least, anymore. He’s been hitting the gym two blocks away. You feel how sturdy his shoulders have become, removing the black tee covering him underneath the jacket.
“Wasn’t as wet as I am.”
You chuck the shirt to your raincoats. Yoongi gets comfortable on the bed.
“I’m ready.”
“Jungkook’s first.”
“Got it.”
“We’re safewording with Bangkok tonight.”
“I can tap the mattress, too?” Yoongi asks.
“Tap the mattress. Yes.”
Because how much will he be able to actually talk.
You hook two fingers in the elastic upper hem of Yoongi’s jeans. He knows you’re not going to open the button. But teasing has always made him feel more ambitious.
Turning to Jungkook, you meet a smile knowing and flustered. The reward comes.
“I’ll let Yoongi have it.”
The carnal flash in Jungkook’s eyes is quickly replaced. By a whimpering fade that doesn’t make it past his teeth, no, he keeps them tight. Yoongi has already grabbed hold of the meaty base splayed before him, picking up Jungkook’s erection that rose against a bruised abdomen just minutes ago.
“Please. Don’t hold back on me,” Yoongi brings his glance toward you, although it is hard for him. Too delicious and distracting what his hands embrace.
You love his eyes. They flicker. From the tone you know: He is shy with it.
“Not been fucked since Belgrad?”
Last winter. When you saw Yoongi disappear with a mature lady from the night club Jungkook and you spent a lackluster New Year’s Eve at. The hosting and music were nowhere near as organized as the whole attendance thought it would have been. But Yoongi had caught the eye of someone. And left early.
“Just once.”
Alright.
Yoongi’s hands nestle more with Jungkook’s strained cock. They’re quite bony, you reckon. And nervous. You figured Belgrad was a tipsy fling. She was too busy for him. Language barrier. Who knows what else.
“Already thought you’d like it rougher tonight. You wanna have a taste?”
Yoongi bites his lips in reply.
“M—hm!”
His eyes have already shifted back to eyeing Jungkook.
“Make some space in your mouth, babe.”
Pliant, half-clothed Yoongi pushes his head down giving off subtle, but constant little glucks. He’s going to be hoarse for a day, but reckless abandon got the best of his tongue.
Even now, the clench of Jungkook’s teeth remains unyielding. You tap one finger on his chest to speak.
“Kookie. I wanna hear your moans. Respect the rules for Mistress.”
“Sorry, shit,” Jungkook winces, with Yoongi incessantly gobbling up another inch. Making sure to let his tongue sway like a merry-go-round. How far his frenulum can stretch, you can’t believe. He is visceral. And Jungkook winding, so sensitive with Yoongi’s breath puffing against his skin.
“You know my punishments,” is the only thing you add, pointing at his marked belly as a reminder before withdrawing the finger from the top of Jungkook’s ribcage. There is something else your hands gravitate towards now. Yoongi’s messy hair. It got puffy in the rain. You make no efforts finding the picture-perfect spot for grip. Simply slipping five fingers into his strands is proper.
“Nnh—!”
“Listen, boys,” you maneuver Yoongi’s head down by another inch. “You both have the same problem.”
Jungkook looks mortified.
“What?”
“My house is still too silent. I wanna corrupt you boys and get a show.”
Yoongi, in a futile attempt to hum on the girth between his buck teeth, makes big enough eyes at you that Jungkook’s following whimpers become even more delightful. Because your hand in Yoongi’s hair has become more resolute.
Poor boy with a throat bulge, barely missing a heartbeat getting more inches crammed into his mouth anew. Rough you want. Rough you get.
Stuffed with tearing eyes and heavy breath. Jungkook’s legs are twitching. You are persistent bringing Yoongi’s head down to the base. He’s choking harder. Jungkook’s legs twitch more.
“Please. Pull him off, please, please, god, shit, I cum—”
Tugging Yoongi backwards makes Jungkook’s dick flop out of his cheek pulsing. A deep sigh follows. Yoongi’s hands grip tight, and you watch with intent. The milky liquid already sputters out, lands across Yoongi’s nose and forehead. Translucent. The prettiest thing in the world.
“Fuck!”
Jungkook has gone crimson in the face. He’s gotten so loud. The room is boiling at this point. Yoongi’s face is decorated with dripping semen. He doesn’t have to blow spit bubbles.
“Lick that off, Kook,” you say. “Be a clean boy.”
The pillow is reduced flat with Jungkook’s head pressing into it so heavily. His heart rate still is working overtime. With Yoongi desperate beside. And you bouncing, a grip at either side of Jungkook’s head. It leaves the mattress creaking to the rhythm.
Whatever happened in Belgrad— you wonder how Yoongi isn’t there making babies this very moment. He’s tired and emptied out Jungkook in a matter of minutes. The tongue between your legs feels delirious. Wandering without aim, poking. With every bounce, it flattens more against your vulva. Jungkook’s eyes rest suavely closed, concentrating on the moment and bringing more stimulation between your folds.
“Missed you so much.”
Taken by pleasure, you squeeze him with your inner thighs. Caress his ears, his comely forehead. The response is one, two moans. Yoongi still watches lying beside you, shaken about with every time you bring your pelvis down to bring friction to your core. Making the bed posts give off increasingly jarring noise, with you hoping the screws will take it.
The gyrating becomes messy. Your hips are tired, too. Jungkook’s languid mouth provides more suction than tongue winding now; his hair is sweaty enough to stay out of his eyes.
“Switching over,” you pant. “Toy’s turn now.”
Yoongi perks up. Demure in his expression, with an aurora of gold crossing half of his face. It’s a bit of sunshine peeking in from the window. His little blinks against the light are soft.
He accepts your hips with splaying fingers that close lightly at your waist. Jungkook normalizes his breath to your close left, already entering his afterglow. You have to be careful leveling your balance not to press Yoongi into the mattress too much.
But his arms make a surprising lift that works to let you grind across his chin more freely. He really has been bulking up.
Slick and agile. Wanton. His tongue carries months of yearning. Of not pleasing anybody.
It’s been so long since New Year’s Eve. But this moment is not meant for looking back.  
The arousal bolts deeper into you with every flick and murmur. The movement of his lips brings a final passion to your loins, a heated surge making you groan out. It’s electrifying. And not until long that you start leaking cum on his tongue. Yoongi’s fingers grip a little tighter with your every twitch as not to lose contact with your clit, licking and sucking it through your orgasm until the last waves through your body become faint.
The bed is hardly made for three, but Yoongi’s vibrating phone in the kitchen makes you huddle together almost by instinct. Too disruptive the buzzing noise in the mellow silence that has brought the room into serenity. Legs entangle, sheets crumple up. You talk soothingly at them. Pick up a tube of ointment from the nightstand to spread out on Jungkook’s belly. The balmy feeling cools the marks and smoothens his skin.
With the sun wandering its endless path, now headed towards horizon, comes a placid little half-dozing, half-humming from your left where Jungkook curls up against your side, his hair tickling your armpit. Yoongi has long zoned out after scrambling for the blanket, fully dried, at least, with your coats all scattered on the ground. You kiss his cheek and make a mental remark to send him a text about the details of your planned vacation in Berlin. Hotels, sights, schedule. He’s free in July, after all.
“We can crash at Manolo’s for dinner at eight. Bill’s on me, boys.”
The promise of a late-night visit after napping makes Jungkook hum against your skin. Manolo likes the regulars. To your right, Yoongi smiles into his pillow. He slightly lifts himself out of the cushion to grin.
“Manolo’s. Is it all you can eat?”
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kaisooficrec · 5 years
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Hi mods, thanks for opening up the Ask box! It's my first time doing this :/ hope I do it right… Can I ask for recs of long fics (say more than 50k? can be chaptered/one-shot) that the mods like but think are underrated? They can be any genre, and they can be from any writers (even some of the older ones who wrote more before 2017?) Thank you!!
Hi lovely anon! You rang the right bell because we have TONS of long fics to rec!! There are old fics but also a lot of recent ones, many different AUs and they’re all above 50k! ! we also made sure to rec fics that are underrated and need more recognition. It will probably take a long time to read all of those so TAKE YOUR TIME AND ENJOY
Amuse-Bouche - hehe this was recced not too long ago but its place on this list still stands! Chefs AU, very unique fic and extremely realistic! a true gem. (139k words)
Legends: The Chosen Twelve - this is an oldie! it was recced back in 2014 but still is pretty underrated and such an amazing fic! it’s ot12, MAMA AU. enjoy ^^ (151k words)
All is Said and Done - another oldie! BFFs!kaisoo that fall in love. it’s angsty c: (70k words)
Common Ground - also from 2014, this is a fantasy/ghost AU that doesn’t disappoint! (84k words)
Start Over - High School AU, lots of drama :’) originally posted in 2012, deserves so much more recognition! (65k words)
Lapis Lazuli - Fantasy + (School of) Magic AU, originally written for the exordium fest in 2015! ot12 although Kaisoo are one of the main pairings. There are adventures and action, it’s very entertaining, a good read c: (55k words)
If Only for Tonight - College AU, pretty angsty (warnings: violence, character death). Police officer Kyungsoo meets gangster jongin :-) (56k words)
French Lilac - Artist AU, jongin loves kyungsoo’s voice, but he’s already married. angst + smut. (50k words)
Trust You The Most - Cat Hybrids AU!! we need more of those . Soo ran a shelter for hybrids and he ends up (accidentally) keeping one for himself. (52k words)
Dear You - Kyungsoo really, really tries to get over Jongin. It’s not that easy. (sorry for all the angst o/) (59k words)
EXODUS - Supernatural AU, Kyungsoo meets a creature that makes him feel safe and cherished (55k words)
Beautiful Butterfly - CEO!Jongin and HS student!Soo, nini tries dealing with all the confessions thrown his way. Read on AFF. (63k words)
hearts and bones - High School AU, swimmer!jongin and photographer!soo meet, and the unexpected happens. (68k words)
Mixed Feelings - College AU, soo has a crush on his straight roommate jongin. pretty fluffy (50k words)
Fly With Me - Fantasy and Fae AU, jongin wanted an escape from reality but he didn’t intend to meet a bunch of men with wings on their backs. (warnings: slight gore, character death) (50k words)
Moon-Child - Fantasy AU, Kaisoo find themselves caught in a fairy tale. (warnings: character death). smutty too (51k words)
Save Yourself - Fantasy & Magic AU, Hybrids AU, War AU. Jongin is a cat hybrid and Kyungsoo’s just trying to make the spell that could save them all work. (68k)
The Stars, Our Saviour - Space AU (+ Royalty AU) + Bounty Hunter AU. Very impressive and unique fic! also smutty ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) (77k words)
Close To Home - a kai-centric fic, kaixeveryone but mainly/endgame kaisoo. Soulmates AU + Aliens AU. very smutty. (warnings: alien dicks?? alien sex, tentacles and knotting) (53k words)
Across - Assasins + Hitman AU, dark themes. (WARNINGS!: mental illness, mental instability, blood, violence, gore, murder, unhealthy relationship, mental and physical abuse.) Jongin has a crush on hitman!soo. Things don’t turn out as he planned. If you like freaky stuff, this is for you. (69k words)
Ghost of You - Future + Robots AU. Robots VS Humans. Kaisoo. A love story. (59k words)
Monster - VAMPIRE AU YES!!!! I can’t believe this isn’t as popular as it should be! one of my absolute favorites, it’s vampires VS vampire hunters, a fic where jongin realizes vampires aren’t all bad (especially kyungsoo). OT12 and definitely underrated. (115k words) (warnings: unhealthy to healthy relationships, blood (obviously), murder, psychopath killer, attempted rape)
Bugs and Space Elves - LOVE LOVE LOVE! !! this was originally posted for the happyendingexo fest, but the author decided to rewrite some old parts and continue with the story and i’ve never been more thankful. IT’S SO UNIQUE AND WELL WRITTEN AND MINDBLOWING! i really love this. Fantasy, Sci-Fi and Space AU, human kyungsoo helps elf jongin on his quest to save the universe! worth the read, i promise. (96k words)
The Gates of Horn and Ivory - married!kaisoo are taken into a world of darkness that they probably should’ve avoided. Dark fairy tale elements. (135k words)
The Boy Next Door - kyungsoo finds out his neighbour is a pornstar ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) very funny, fluffy and smutty. PERFECT TRIO! (53k words)
The War. (226k words) + The One After Ten Years. (149k words, on-going) (sequel) - WHERE DO I EVEN START? these are MONSTER fics! OT12, High School AU and Slice of Life AU in the sequel, but also includes their powers from MAMA era. Kaisoo is one of the two main pairings and honestly, these two fics gave me so much feels. It’s not underrated per se but has been only recced once on the blog and i wanted to fix this! 
Kim Jongin’s Must Kiss List - College AU, kyungsoo embarrassed himself in front of nini a few years back and he’s still bitter and hateful about it, but jongin won’t stop running after him. (66k words)
2088 - Sci-Fi + Dystopia AU, kyungsoo has a mission to find a mutant boy after the war, but he realizes too late that they’re all just pawns part of a bigger plan. THIS IS HIGHLY UNDERRATED! (122k words)
I Feel Awake (This Time) - Hotel manager jongin and detective kyungsoo : truly a concept! the story of how jongin did his best to win the love of do kyungsoo. THIS FIC DESERVES SO MUCH LOVE! (57k words)
Being Brave - Non AU + Slice of Life AU. cute and smutty stories of kaisoo :-) (95k words)
Perfection - College AU, ballet dancer!jongin is going through a rough time. will singer!kyungsoo be able to save him and give him hope? (53k words)
Through Fire and Ashes - this was originally posted for the exoggedon fest but deserves so much more recognition!! Post-apocalyptic AU + Zombies AU. Basically humans VS zombies, established!kaisoo are ready to help defend their town. (warnings: blood, gore, side character death, PTSD) - ALSO MY FAVE - J
BITE - Vampire + Werewolf AU, both species are rivals (kind of like a twilight parody). Kaisoo and Chanbaek are both the main pairings, Baeksoo are vampires who find their soulmates in werewolves Chankai. Very interesting story! ! worth a shot :D (50k words, on-going)
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DaughterOfPoseidon Favorites #3
My hero academia-Kiribaku
🔴 = NSFW
Please read at your own risk. Carefully read tags and enjoy!
When The GC Blows Up by PurplePersnickety
Katsuki squinted at his phone.
CONVERSATION WITH RED RIOT
[6:25pm] Red Riot hey
-> You have been invited to the groupchat 'Pinkamina's Party' by Red Riot. Join?
[6:25pm] Red Riot Baaaaakuuuuugoooouuuuuu ☝️☝️☝️
And We're On Fire by TimetotheTimeless
Twin flames aren't just soulmates; they're a soul split into two bodies. Some people get lucky enough to meet theirs and the connection in undeniable. Bakugou and Kirishima get to find out first hand what it's like to be set ablaze by each other.
To Sound For Another by HarteofPierce  🔴
Kirishima Eijirou learns that his boyfriend has a kink he didn’t know about. He isn’t certain it’s a kink for him too but he’ll try anything for the man he loves. Even when it sounds unreal.
Guillotine by milkofthepoppy
As UA’s classes start learning how to finely control their secondary gender in their third year, a lovestruck Kirishima starts to suspect Bakugou is hiding far more than he's letting on. And Midoriya knows his secrets.
“Holy shit,” Kaminari breathed, and then gave a sharp laugh. “Could you imagine the damage if Bakugou was an Omega?!”
Take a Chance on Me by Fanficismything 🔴
In a world where Omegas can't be heroes, Bakugo calls bullshit and finds his own way to help people, joining other omegas in becoming vigilantes.
Enter Chemical X.
Being a popular hero is Kirishima's dream but it means nothing when you're in love with the illegal vigilante you have to stop.
Enter Red Riot.
Flighting turns to flirting and flirting turns to action. Sooner or later, people are going to find out...
(Love is) An Open Door by EnchantedEmmeline
Bakugou Katsuki had no intention of ever introducing himself to his neighbours. But he also never intended on breaking into their flat either. There was no one to blame but himself, but that wouldn't stop Bakugou from trying to take everyone else down with him.
Part 1 of No one writes songs about the one's that come easy
Here Comes The Bride by Obsessed_As_A_Coping_Mechanism 🔴
Kirishima is a vampire. Bakugou is a human bartender. Shenanigans ensue.
Tiny Truths by Quirk Archivist (OneHitWondersAnonymous) for Maplefudge
“The wedding,” Bakugou repeats, though it sounds like he’s annoyed. “Everybody knows you get married when you make a hero agency, stupid. Why else would you get married?”
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Bakugou gets hit with a de-aging quirk which shrinks him down to a four year old. Class 1A panics, but Kirishima steps up to the plate to help his best friend (and secret crush) feel safe in a scary situation. Rated T only for language; this is pure fluff through and through!
An Alpha Elite by Obsessed_As_A_Coping_Mechanism 🔴
WANNA MAKE SOME QUICK CASH?!
ARE YOU AN UNMATED OMEGA OR AN ALPHA?
HAVE YOU EVER WANTED TO PURSUE A CAREER IN FILM?
Kirishima and Bakugou agree to do a porn together and fall in love along the way.
In Which Kirishima is Manly by TheBrokaryotes
Kirishima is a living contradiction. He walks around spouting how much he wants to be manly, but he spends about 80% of his free time with his endless amount of sisters (when he’s not dragging Bakugo around places), is perfectly comfortable talking to the girls in Class 1-A, and doesn’t seem to have a mean bone in his body. Bakugo is beginning to wonder what exactly Kirishima thinks “manliness” is.
AKA a 5+1 fic… 5 kirishima-centric instances and +1 bakushima kiss ;)
the color of warmth, the scent of smoke by arxaris
Bakugou really needs some WiFi.
He finds it in a coffee shop with a fireplace and a name that feels like an inside joke, just for him. Only problem is, he ends up finding more than he’s looking for, and he doesn’t just mean the snow falling outside or the abomination that is whipped cream on top of hot cider.
Love.
It makes him want to do crazy things. Like kissing. Like trying to get better instead of just running away.
SnapBackChat by arxaris, Mslead 🔴
It wasn’t that Kirishima was some giant creep who sent unsolicited dick pics to his crush, okay. Well - only the first time, but he’d been drunk and had just thought he was being funny. But after that - after that Bakugou had technically been asking for them.
Not directly, of course. Bakugou would never. No, every time Kirishima did this, Bakugou would respond with curses and insults and (thus far baseless) threats, ranging from him ending their friendship to blocking his number to straight up calling the cops.
But regardless of his extreme reactions, Kirishima knew Bakugou wanted the pictures, knew Bakugou wanted him.
Because Bakugou - his best friend, favorite nerd, and probably future husband once Kirishima decided to settle down - knew a lot of things, the smart fucker, but how to work Snapchat wasn’t one of them.
Kirishima’s phone lit up.
Bakugou Katsuki took a screenshot.
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Or, Kirishima's a frat boy who likes to play with his food before he eats it.
ghosts beneath ink wash stars by cityboys
Eijirou's evolution from Bakugou's delivery boy to kind of, possibly, someone to come home to.
dusk and dawn by bigstupidjellyfish for SybLaTortue 🔴
sex pollen, again, yea
Wild by lore_shark for arxaris, queenkatsuki, Diesel2311 🔴
Eijirou was fucking radiant, framed in helicopter spotlights and swirling clouds of cement dust, skin sharp, nearing unbreakable, as he wrangled a fourth irate villain onto his shoulder. A shot of liquid heat lanced through Katsuki’s gut as Riot turned and sauntered off towards the waiting police; the planes of his back were damned unfair, all shimmery with sweat and soot and raw power. He knew firsthand what those muscles felt like, shifting and flexing beneath hot palms, the barely restrained ferocity leaking through. His neck flushed with a burn wholly unrelated to the adrenaline and excitement of hero work.
Broken, but Still Good by deviance
“He’s just too combative. I know he was recovered from an illegal Alpha fighting ring and we can’t do much for that, but he’s not receptive to any of our attempts to help. He instantly starts fights with any Alphas that try to reach out to him, even if they aren’t posturing, and if we try to send in an Omega to keep him calm he somehow manages to freak out even more.”
“All we can do it be patient and provide him a safe environment to heal. We don’t know how long he was held captive nor what sort of things he’s had to do to survive.”
“But if no one can get close to him, how are we supposed to help?”
“Have we tried sending in a Beta? If we have one that would be capable of withstanding his quirk, it may be the best middle ground.”
“Red Riot, one of my previous students might be able to. Kirishima’s quirk is hardening and should be strong enough to withstand the Alpha’s explosions. Plus his personality tends to let him make friends with just about everyone. He was on the infiltration team too, so he’s at least minimally aware of the situation. He’d have to be briefed on the specifications, of course.”
“He sounds like the best chance we’ve got."
“Can’t hurt to try, I guess."
Sweetness by MissPlacemat 🔴
“Hey, it’s okay! This kind of thing just happens to people our age, it’s not like we can control what our bodies do when we’re asleep, you know?”
“Dumbass,” Bakugou groaned.
“I know, I know, but it’s -”
“This happened after I woke up,” he stated firmly, finally looking Eijirou in the eye. “Okay?”
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In which a night of Twilight Zone reruns turns into a morning of kisses, cuddles and confessions.
No Shirt, No Problem by let_me_wander 🔴
Since Kirishima is a dragon, he's able to regulate his temperature using his own fire when it gets cold.
Since Bakugou is a human, he just shivers and gets goosebumps. And his nipples get hard.
Kirishima notices. Misunderstandings ensue.
Spice, Not Sugar by KTG  🔴
Bakugou was fired from his last job for having a "poor fucking attitude".
What the fuck ever.
Unfortunately, he needs money to eat, and to get money, he needs a job, /stat/.
After getting hired at RIOT, the agency own and run by the number-twelve pro hero Red Riot, Bakugou quickly learns that his boss isn't an average hero--or an average sugar daddy.
Twitter link to finished fic: https://twitter.com/KtgWrites/status/1125866205338726400?s=19&fbclid=IwAR0HIsWreGOBclLJVtfmJAYIPawdOwu3gA8X6sUcLV8d3CZCWSu-cXbXmwg
The Mountain Spirit 🔴
https://twitter.com/lore_shark/status/1197657487513665538
The price for murder was death. They’d chanted it at him for hours, “Death, death, kill him!”, “Die!”,“Child killer!”,“Murderer!”,“Burn him!”. Katsuki bit his tongue and stared resolutely forward.
Especially You, Kirishima by pisceskeith 🔴
Bakugou Katsuki hasn't seen his best friend in about two years, but a certain member of the Bakusquad thought it would be a good idea to host a reunion for Christmas Break. Katsuki thought he could control himself, but something about that shitty-haired idiot made his vision red.
GroundRiot's Biggest Fan by FoolishFortuna for Obsessed_As_A_Coping_Mechanism, Emikumaa 🔴
The first time he’d stumbled across a fanfic had been a complete accident. Katsuki could barely even remember what he’d typed in, but he’d been looking for a break down of one of his and Kirishima’s more spectacular villain take-downs, to go through the moves they used and see how they could improve.
The damned thing had even started like a news report! And he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t impressed with how it was written. Maybe the details should have tipped him off, but by the time he was half way through, he’d already been invested...
Rattling Chests by chezka
Kirishima had been draped on one of the couches in the common room and laughing at Kaminari’s exaggerated recounting of his Christmas dinner with his family, Bakugou’s heat pressing blissfully all along his side and easily grounding in him the feeling of truly being back in his second home, when Ashido had taken a long breath in, tilted her head back, and sneezed loud and violent.
[...]He was just about to offer making her a warm cup of tea, when he noticed the impossible stillness Bakugou’s body had adopted by his side.
Quietly by chezka
“We’ve been taking the same way to and from school for weeks,” Kirishima grinned, and then when Bakugou frowned at him he put on an affected pout, tilted his head so that he was looking at him through his thick, long lashes, “you never noticed? Am I that easy to miss?”
He could barely finish the sentence before a laugh escaped his lips, and Bakugou rolled his eyes, hit him with a shoulder a little more violently than necessary.
“You stick out like a sore thumb, broom-head,” he grumbled, promptly ignoring Kirishima's whining about his hairstyle when it started coming, “I didn’t notice ‘cause I didn’t care.”
“And now you do?”
Practical Talks by JustAVerySmolPotato (SouthernVices)
“What’s holding you back then?” Kaminari smiled, trying for encouragement, “What happened to being manly about things? Taking a chance on the one you love sounds like one of the manliest things you could do!”
To his credit, the comment caused Kirishima to give a little smile.
“Point taken,” the redhead said quietly, “But there’s more to it than that. I think part of it, for me at least, is all the lectures we’ve been getting lately.”
Oh.
Now it makes sense.
When a practical crafted by Aizawa-sensei forces Kirishima and Bakugou to face a terrible reality, it’s made obvious it’s time for a talk.
The fact that they destroyed the kitchen in the process is just par for the course.
Eijiro Is the Best Medicine by quirkle
Katsuki had only gotten a faded reflection in a train window to see how bad he looked, and that had only given so much insight, but he knew for a fact that he was shivering, teeth chattering, and him and his costume sopping wet and producing a puddle of muddy rain water on the wooden floors. He didn’t exactly blame Eijiro for being worried.
Friends With Dragons by ForbiddenRapture
The young boy reached the massive head of the dragon, which was twice the size of a draft horse's head. He grimaced when he realized the dragon's golden amber eyes were wide open, glazed over and staring off into the forest. Katsuki would have thought it was looking for something, with the way its neck was angled and eye ridge was drawn up.
He reached forward to pat the dragon's jaw, then followed it's dead gaze passed his shoulder with his own crimson eyes. His brow furrowed when he snapped his attention back on the dragon.
"Don't worry. I'll find it for you."
Seized Embers by Emers_Writes
“Look at you, chained and gemmed, like some sort of fucking prize to be won. I’m going to get you out, I promise.” he croaks, voice failing to mask his heartache.
or
Kirishima gets captured and is being chained up and held captive. Bakugou has to go save his boyfriend, and gets help to do so.
Series
Part 1 of *✩ King & King ✩*
These Words Are Ours by deviance  🔴
Your Words were meant to be something special, something you didn't see coming, a pleasant surprise that brought you the realization that you'd met your soulmate.
Bakugou had facepalmed the day he met Kirishima Eijirou. He wasn't really sure how or when, but if ever there was an idiot in this world who was going to say his Words, it would be this one.
It wasn't supposed to be this way. You weren't supposed to know who would say your Words. It was all supposed to be organic, a surprise.
But if there was another idiot in the world who would dare utter the absolute embarrassment of a babble Kirishima was apparently destined to say to him, Bakugou would eat the redhead's wretched crocs. The only reason he hadn't made an effort to scold him for even having such a thought, let alone voicing it, was because apparently the atrocious phrase is supposed to be what made Bakugou fall head over heels for the guy.
Rip Tide by Emers_Writes
“You i-idiot, you can’t just do a flip off the board. You’ll end up with face scars like Kiri!” Ashio attempts to yell, but it's interrupted by her fits of laughter. Sero’s no better, clutching his stomach as he paddles out to the next wave off balance.
“Hey! I’ll have you know my scars look cool! They’re little lightning bolts!” Denki, ungracefully, crawls onto his surfboard during his remark. He lifts up a leg and points adamantly, showing off his well known box jelly scars.
“How about you guys stop bitching and surf.” Katsuki calls.
or
Bakusquad enters a local surf competition and feelings get messy along the way.
No, I Don’t Come Here Often. In Fact, I’m Never Coming Here Again. by itswritteninblood
Katsuki had been against this shit from the beginning, and now, sitting across from sunshine himself, he knew why.
Speed dating. What could go wrong?
(Un)Tangled by itswritteninblood for quirkless_loser
"This is the story of my goddamn demise."
Eijirou has dreamt of leaving his tower and breaking his curse since the day his parents exiled him, but only an explosive intruder has what it takes to finally get him out the door.
Remedy by arxaris
DJ Ground Zero’s fame was soaring higher than ever. Bakugou himself, though, was falling, struggling to stay afloat.
The darkness of the year was interrupted by a single light, though. A blinding red one, dancing and laughing in the front row of every Osaka show. The city became his anchor, that smile his lifeline. He was a ray of hope, a promise that things could get better. One day.
Maybe Bakugou was going crazy.
Maybe he was falling in love.
At times, it felt like both.
Bakugou is a Big Softie and Loves His Students: An Essay by minaashidoismywife
Bakugou stares at the door in front of him, nostalgia filling his mind. He can still remember how it felt to stand in front of this very door for the first time 26 years ago. It’s a strange feeling, knowing Aizawa won’t be standing at the desk when he walks through the door. Knowing that desk now belongs to him.
Biting Down by deviance 🔴
Bakugou grinned, curling his hand around the base of Kirishima's tail, digging his nails into the hard scales and watching Kirishima's eyes flare with delight.
"After we eat," Bakugou rumbled lowly, leaning closer, "you're going to fuck me until I can't walk. Got it?"
When you need me by sunflowerstorm
Rule 72A was for ensuring that pro heroes didn’t suffer from the occasionally extreme mental load of their work by allowing emergency responders to assign a 24hour watch over heroes they believed ‘at risk’.
When this rule is applied to Bakugo after a run in with a villain with a Nightmare quirk, he is not at all pleased, all he wanted was to go home by himself and try and forget everything that'd happened. But turns out when that rule means having Kirishima with him, it is exactly what he needs.
Rumors (Keep My Name Out Your Mouth) by deviance
Rumors are rarely true and even rarer are they kind. Still, all it takes is a hint of credibility, just a moment of belief, for a rumor to spread like wildfire, destroying friendships and leaving those hurt left behind to try and make something of the ashes.
astrum by popcap
If his soulmate doesn’t like him, they can get fucked. He doesn’t need to find his other half. He’s enough on his own. Sometimes he’s too much on his own.
Life goes on. Katsuki doesn’t talk to his mother about soulmates anymore.
Hell’s Kitchen by arxaris for Diesel2311 🔴
Apparently bad things really did come in threes, Bakugou thought wryly, as the firefighter closed the distance between them.
Tall, tan, and jacked as hell, he was a strong contender for the single hottest person Bakugou had ever seen in his life. He was covered in soot and sweat that contoured his ridiculous muscles, making them look even more defined, and his clinging black tank top didn’t do much to hide the rest of him, either. His strong cheekbones and jaw had smears of black on them too, and Bakugou had the absurd thought that he wanted to lick them clean.
Bakugou didn’t think it was possible, but he felt himself turning even redder. He would barely have been able to talk to someone as attractive as him on a good day, and he was about to have to explain to him that he’d tried to burn down his fucking house because he was being petty on Twitter.
Super.
Just a Parting Kiss by cherryredriots for lemxnbitxh
Eijirou and Katsuki's first kiss isn't something either of them were prepared for.
Insight by cherryredriots
While taking down a big-time gang, Katsuki faces a villain with a quirk that allows him to look at a person and see the one thing they love most in the world. For Katsuki, that's Eijirou.
Our Lips Set the Sun by Sacramental_Wine 🔴
When he would look at the little mark on the underside of his left arm at night, he would know that somewhere out there someone else had the exact same shape in the exact same place on their body. But he didn’t try to imagine them. He didn’t imagine a face or a name or a personality. When his friends would talk about it he wouldn’t contribute.
Because in his heart he had a feeling that his soulmate would outclass every expectation he could possibly have.
Northwest of Babylon by Sacramental_Wine 🔴
Bakugou didn’t know what compelled him to start working in fucking marble but here he was, staring at the big chunk of rock in his studio with a scowl. Sure, there had been a deal on the material but he never fucking worked in it before. He was more the type to make statues in wood or softer materials.
But here he fucking was, staring at this damned chunk of rock.
Like a Paperback Novel by let_me_wander 🔴
To be clear, Bakugou was a writer. He was a writer of cheap, trashy, paperback romance novels filled with too many heaving bosoms and windswept hair, with whimpering, doe-eyed omegas just waiting for a strong, dashing alpha to sweep them off their feet. When he had set out to pursue his dream of becoming an writer, this wasn’t exactly what he’d had in mind. In fact, this was basically the complete opposite of what he’d had in mind.
AKA Bakugou reluctantly needs some inspiration.
It Started with a Prank by KTG for SpaceRanger88  🔴
WHAP!
The slap on his arm was followed by a giggle, and Katsuki shoved the person away. “The fuck is wrong with you?”
Teniki Michi laughed as he stumbled backward, arms crossed over his gut. He was a tall, lanky man with short black hair and brilliant green eyes. His quirk was pretty unusual: He could swap people’s genders temporarily. The swap usually resulted in the affected person’s quirk changing slightly, too, which made it harder for villains to escape, since they didn’t have time to adjust to the changes.
“S-sorry, boss! I had to, though! Chargebolt dared me!”
“He fucking what?” he snarled.
“Dared me to change the gender of the first person who walked in!”
Katsuki was about two seconds from blowing the idiot up when his words sank in and he realized he was shorter than he used to be. He lifted his hand. The fingers were slim and feminine, still covered in callouses and a little knotted from the hard work he’d put into training, but they were smaller than usual.
He was smaller than usual.
He was a goddamn girl!
My First One And Only by BlackBarBooks, Quirkless-One (BlackBarBooks) 🔴
When Kirishima accidentally confesses to Bakugo, they are both faced with the fact that they have NO idea how to date.
An Explosive Tale of Love and Ships by JustThatObsession
Legends say that the king once kept a powerful weapon locked away in a tower. Bakugou Katsuki wants that weapon, except, once he gets it he soon realizes that sometimes you don't always get exactly what you bargained for.
Just A Touch (Too Much) by Grimmseye 🔴
Prompt from the Kink Meme: Kirishima gets oversensitive after using his quirk too much, and somebody (Bakugou) fucks him until he's so overstimulated that he cries
They Brought us Together by aheartbeatlikehurricanes  🔴
Bakugou was suffering. Like the entire ocean would never be able to quench his thirst suffering and he hated himself, Kirishima, and the entire God damn planet for putting him through it all.
A Dragon's Wants by Obsessed_As_A_Coping_Mechanism   🔴
Kirishima wants nothing more to have babies with his strong mate. But as much as he tries, nothing is working.
Is it him? Is he... not right for Katsuki?
Or is there something else at play?
How Goth Am I? by Obsessed_As_A_Coping_Mechanism 🔴
Kirishima is a good guy. He's the star athlete at school, helps out the elderly, and always buys his mom's flowers for their birthday.
He does have one secret though.
He's obsessed with the goth boy that catcalls him in the cemetery on his nightly runs.
In the Dark of the Night by arxaris for queenkatsuki 🔴
Chanting sounded through the Colosseum. “Red Riot! Red Riot! Red Riot!”
Red Riot?
“Sero,” Bakugou snapped at the Head of his Council, seated a few meters to his right in the Emperor’s box. “What the fuck is a Red Riot?”
Sero nodded his head to the pit and Bakugou followed his gaze, watching as another gladiator walked out of the gate and towards the center. “New gladiator prodigy. He’s only eighteen, but he hasn’t even come close to losing a fight since he started a couple months ago.” Then, Sero smirked. “I think you’re gonna like him.”
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Or, all's fair in love and war.
What just fucking happened? by Dadzawa for ThatFunkyOpossum 🔴
Baku patches up Kiri and there's hella gay feels
Overworked & Underfucked by Kumikirin 🔴
“It’s just not manly to leave your bro like this, after knowing he can’t do anything about it, you know?” Kirishima blabbers some kind of bullshit excuse, and the worst part is that it looks like he’s totally convinced of it. “It’s just a— handjob,” he stumbles over the word, the weight of what he’s proposing hitting him all at once, but he doesn’t stop. “—but if you're not into it we can pretend I didn't just say that.”
Bakugou has to restrain himself from saying that he’s very much into it. Like, a lot, really.
a.k.a Kirishima learns the reason behind Bakugou's grumpiest days, and he offers to help because that's what best bros do.
King of Cooking by IronicVeghead
Bakugou Katsuki here, also known as Pro-Hero Ground Zero. I'm writing this blog to get my so-called friends off my back about my recipes. Read them and fuck off. [Blog posts from King of Cooking: Recipe Blog written by Bakugou Katsuki, with edits and additions by his roommate Kirishima Eijirou. Each chapter will be a blog post.]
cold in the hands that you left me by poetic_leopard
Bakugou forces his gaze level with Kirishima’s eyes—and he’s never been looked at so softly. Bakugou is not soft. If anything, he’s blood spat on concrete.
[or: it's been a month since bakugou's kidnapping & consecutive rescue, but he's still having nightmares. a series of 5 anxiety-peppered, surreal nights where kirishima's the only thing bakugou can allow himself to hold onto].
Achromatopsia by PurplePersnickety
They lifted Bakugou up, Eijirou’s breath sliced into his lungs for a moment, and colour splashed across his vision. But the cavalry battle was about to begin. There was no time to consider it, or laugh, or talk, or do anything but meet Bakugou’s red eyes, red framed by yellow-gold-pale hair, and bare his teeth in readiness.
____
Until you meet your soulmate, you only see one colour. When you touch your soulmate for the first time, the true colours of the world appear.
Unless, perhaps, you're colour-blind.
4 in the morning by efemerald
The memory of the underground raid, despite having been over a month ago, was still painfully fresh in Bakugou's mind: Eijirou, head-to-toe in bandages, barely able to move.
Now, with the same moron heading out on a second mission so soon, Bakugou can't help the rising paranoia that this could be their last meeting. And if it's their last meeting, it means it's his last chance to tell Kirishima how he feels, however he possibly can.
Friendly Reminder by arxaris for queenkatsuki 🔴
“So, let me get this straight,” Uraraka said, looking at Bakugou like he was crazy. “You keep a stockpile of nudes on your phone, and you send them to Kirishima when you get jealous?”
“Correct,” Bakugou said through clenched teeth.
“Even when you’re together, like, out in public and stuff?” He nodded, and Uraraka’s eyes grew impossibly wider. “That’s your ‘system’ to deal with you being overly-possessive? Sexting?”
“It’s not sexting!” Bakugou hissed, blushing harder. “They’re just… reminders,” he mumbled the last word.
“Reminders of what, exactly? That you’re insane?”
‘No,' Bakugou thought. 'That I’m the only one he should be fucking looking at.’
risk & reward by Dreaming_of_Fairys for Koboni 🔴
Kirishima wakes Bakugou up in the middle of the night to end a week long drought of no sex despite the risk of being caught.
oh shit, i'm the grown up. by antheiabelle
Looking back, Bakugou’s life as a hero was nothing like he’d ever imagined it to be.
And yet, he wouldn’t trade it for anything.
Be Gentle by deviance
"So listen. I've never--" Bakugou cut himself off, grinding his teeth and groaning, face reddening, "had a friend like you," he finally finished, obviously stressed by that much admission. "So whatever, I'm not the greatest at social stuff. Not a surprise. Like I fucking care. I say what I want and do what I want."
Kirishima had to fight to keep from whispering 'So manly' in reaction to Bakugou's honesty, despite everything.
"So I might not be the best at, like, reading signs or whatever," Bakugou waved off. "I'm the best at everything else so it's fine."
Kirishima blinked. "What are you trying to say, man?"
"I mean," he growled, "that I didn't realize you were into me like that. And that I'm not fucking against it. But I don't know shit about dating."
It took Kirishima an embarrassingly long amount of time to process that.
"So...are you saying you like me like that too?" He finally asked.
All I Ask of You by Hejter for ThatFunkyOpossum
Bakugou is scared of thunder, Kirishima sings him a tune from one of the musicals they watch together to help him calm down. Fluff abound.
safe & sound by Authoress
“I don’t need a friendly face,” Bakugou says, purposefully sitting in the seat furthest from Kirishima.
“Okay, maybe not,” Kirishima says. He smiles. “But I made tea.”
No Shoes, No Shirt, No Homo by SummerBummin
The shirtless man passed the stick from hand to hand, then spun it around his abdomen so it was back in front of him. He lifted the stick up, one end pointed directly at his mouth, and swallowed the flame.
“Holy shit.” Katsuki whispered. Then the man opened his mouth wide, and blew out fire like a fucking dragon. Katsuki’s jaw hit the floor as he watched the flames billow out, red, orange, gold, and a hint of electric blue.
Katsuki unconsciously took a step forwards, through the leaf cover and into the clearing. “Motherfucker, that’s badass! How the hell did you do that?!”
The shirtless man shrieked and fumbled the burning stick in his giant hands. The stick slipped through his thick fingers and landed right on his bare foot. He jumped up again, hopping on one foot and swearing up a storm. Katsuki had to slap a hand over his mouth to keep his laughter in.
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The Bakugous go on a summer vacation to a gorgeous island and drag their son, Katsuki with them. Bakugou Katsuki is determined that he will not have any fun on this god awful trip... that is until he runs into fire dancer Kirishima, who is very hot— because of the fire of course!
Studded by KTG 🔴
Katsuki's second gender pisses him off. He's just presented as an omega, and if he doesn't get studded--turned into an alpha--before the end of his first heat, he's gonna be an omega for-fucking-ever. Problem is, he needs a willing omega to stud him, and his best friend, Kirishima Eijirou, presented as an alpha.
Or, at least, he smells like one.
All Katsuki knows is that he needs to get studded, and fucking soon.
a tenderness you can't let go by punchmonk
When Katsuki is fifteen, Kirishima Eijirou hands him an orange with a bright smile and zero expectations. It is all downhill from there.
help me get out of my head by popcap
“Don’t let go." "Deal."
Burning by mr_todoroki
Bakugou Katsuki was sent on a mission to eliminate a dragon threatening the citizens in the kingdom. Instead he meets Kirishima Eijirou, an obnoxiously useless traveller who has something he's hiding.
Out of Control by arxaris 🔴
The story of how Bakugou Katsuki accidentally got a new quirk and a new boyfriend in exchange for his favorite sex toy and the security deposit on his apartment.
Sonder by Maplefudge
A collection of snippets surrounding Bakugou and Kirishima's "totally platonic" relationship from the perspective of Class 1-A.
If you want to... by Treeclimbr 🔴
Bakugou interrupts Kirishima's "alone time" in the showers. Things get awkward, Kirishima is oblivious, and our boys dance around each other a little while they figure things out.
take your time with me by Shadow_sensei 🔴
And then Katsuki steps away, breaking away from Eijirou’s body, as if he’s been shocked, because it’s so much, all at once, and it’s overwhelming and his mind is drifting and it’s almost terrifying, to be so fast to lose his composure, just from a simple touch. Is it a sign of weakness, that he can be pulled into Eijirou’s control so quickly?
No, thinks Katsuki. It’s a sign of trust.
oh, the places you'll go by a box of rocks (abundleoftwigs)
Bakugou Katsuki is hopelessly, helplessly, and obviously in love with Kirishima Eijirou.
Too bad the only person who hasn't figured that out yet seems to be Bakugou himself.
(A retrospective on Bakugou and Kirishima's relationship as seen through the eyes of a childhood friend)
Series
Part 1 of oh, the places you'll go
How to Make Bakugou Katsuki a Decent Human Being by drifloon
A how-to by Kirishima Eijirou.
(Kirishima decides to make Bakugou the guy Kirishima knows he can be. Everything else snowballs from there.)
Slow to Start (But Quick to Burn) by mousapelli 🔴
Bakugou is loud, abrasive, and way too strong to be a "good" omega, and he doesn't give half a damn if that's what everybody else thinks. The good news is that Kirishima is 100% into him just the way he is. The bad news is he might be 150% into Kirishima.
Partners by disastergays
In a small village protected from the outside world exists a sort of sanctuary for humans and monsters alike. It has always been said that to every human, there is a monster that shared their soul. Two halves of the same whole. Finding one's other half was a sort of coming of age ceremony, and as children were encouraged to seek out their other half.
Bakugou was the only one that couldn't form a bond with any monster, no matter how hard he tried. Rage boiled beneath the surface as Bakugou shunned not only the village, but the monsters and humans that had come to call it home; running away from the protection of the mountains.
10 years passed since then, and the world-renowned hunter, The King of Beasts, was called to a farming village to deal with a dangerous Riot Dragon.
The meeting soon to follow would change his life forever.
Blood Stains Red by SummerBummin
Kirishima was hunched over the sink, his back to Bakugou. Water ran in a steady stream from the faucet, the silver metal flecked with blotches of red. Kirishima looked up at the sound of the door opening. His eyes locked with Bakugou's through the mirror in front of him and his mouth fell open. It was full of blood.
"Kirishima?" Bakugou's headphones were shoved off his ears and his book bag slipped off his shoulder, falling onto the bathroom floor with a thump.
"Oh, hi Bakugou." Kirishima turned to greet him over his shoulder, a wavering, dumbass smile on his dumb fucking face, his bloody fucking face.
His lips were red and shiny as a cherry, lines of red ran down his chin like a tiger's stripes, and his teeth, god his teeth. They were coated in blood and clumps of who the fuck knows what.
Kirishima's trademark had always been the color red. The bright hue of his hair was something Bakugou sought out everyday, but he never imagined seeing Kirishima red like this, never like this.
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Aka Kirishima’s teeth are weird and Bakugou rushes to conclusions (he’s protective, okay?)
Trigger warning for blood description.
Boys Are Stupid by deviance
“Sorry, bro, I'm not going to make it to our study session tonight."
“Why?”
“Ah,” Kirishima grinned almost shyly, “I've got a date.”
Bakugou froze, chest feeling like he'd just been pierced with a lance.
“A...date,” Bakugou repeated, admittedly dumbstruck.
Kirishima smiled. “Yeah, so I'll see you later,” Kirishima said, waving before leaving the room.
So this is what heartbreak felt like. He hated it.
Perfect Fit by deviance
Kirishima had broken up with him with just about every cliche in the book. It wasn't him, it was Kirishima. He wanted them to still be friends. Blah blah blah. Filler, really, as far as Bakugou was concerned. And sure, Kirishima probably meant all those things, but Bakugou hadn't wanted to hear it, considering he'd been too focused on the sound of his heart breaking.
This was why he didn't let people in
Be Patient by deviance
Kaminari groaned. “Why are you two like this?” He demanded, pointing at where Bakugou was stretched out over the couch with his feet in Kirishima's lap. “Why don't you just date already?”
Kirishima sighed. “One day, guys. We will one day.”
Under the stars by popinjayuploads 🔴
Bakugou is obviously stressed out, but refuses to talk about it. Kirishima decides that a weekend camping trip is the perfect thing to relax him. So he tosses a mattress in the bed of his truck and they head out.
Kirishima soon finds out Bakugou needs more than a hike to work out his stress. Luckily, he's more than willing to help out.
Fucking Feelings by Equinurmae
Bakugou isn't great with feelings. Midoriya is slightly better, but the two of them have always had an unusual relationship - even more so when Bakugou bursts into Midoriya's room one night with something important to say. (Hint: he's gay.)
Six Page Spread by indigonow
They're 22 and Bakugou's finally gotten control over his public image. Think more..."bad boy" and less "explosive asshole".
Kirishima is weak (though he always has been).
domestic life was never quite my style by Slumber
Five times Bakugou cooked for Kirishima, and one time Kirishima cooked for Bakugou, as told by their classmates.
it's pouring out here by shizuumi151
With phone, money, and keys in his pocket, Kirishima wandered around the city for an age. With his legs on auto-pilot his mind wandered too. To the new movie that peppered the streets in posters and trailers, a new move he wanted to practise for another basketball play, wondering about how the current arcs for his favourite manga would turn out in the next issue of Jump.
And, of course, he thought about how many of those things he could see and do with Bakugou.
An Obvious Patch by SweetScentences for ComparedFever
In which Kirishima is hurt, Bakugo is stressed, and everything is going to be okay.
Series
Part 1 of Adventures of the Almost Agency
cotton candy hands by chonideno for gabzillaz, Siij
Studying to become a hero requires knowing how to take care of yourself. Sometimes you might need help on the way so if your crush offers to do your hair for you or to give you a well-deserved back rub, it'd be stupid to say no.
A series of soft vignettes in which a love-struck Kirishima and a touch-starved Bakugou care for each other and it's definitely not making their hearts jump through hoops, they’re never this close to kissing, no, they're totally best friends bro
You Have a New Admirer! by Esselle for Ellessey 🔴
'His profile states that his name is Bakugou Katsuki, he's twenty-two and still in college. He likes hiking in the mountains, old cars, and advanced trigonometry. His first date would ideally involve little to no small talk, and very spicy food.
For some reason there is one person, apparently, who admires all that about him.'
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When Katsuki is convinced (read: bribed) to try out a friend's glitchy dating app, he's expecting the whole experience to be a resounding failure. Instead he ends up meeting Kirishima, who turns out to be the perfect combination of sexy, sweet, and way too freakin' earnest, all rolled into one easy-to-fall-for package.
one to ten by crunchrapsupreme
Kirishima attempts to climb the ladder of success and weasel his way into Bakugou Katsuki's explosive little heart.
Step one? He has to get to level ten.
Talk Too Much by QuirklessWonder (SouthernSmartAss)
“You talk too fucking much - I’ve also been your best fucking friend for years, chill the fuck out,” Bakugou said. He grabbed another piece of bread, glancing at Kirishima from under his eyelashes. “Also, I fucking agreed to this didn’t I? Clearly I like you too, you dumbass.”
Kirishima managed to swallow down the bread, and then he grinned widely at Bakugou. “You like me?”
“God, you are a dumbass,” Bakugou said, snorting again. “Fucking obviously I like you.”
cultivating something so divine by redriotinggg
"The only people that get to work here are those who can keep up with me. And you’re going to have to prove that you’re one of those people. You understand me?”
Kirishima nods and finds that he can’t stop the smirk that comes on his face. He was never good at backing down to a challenge. It’s terrifying and exciting all at once. “Yes, sir.”
(Bakugou's a world famous vet and Kirishima is his humble, gay new employee.)
parted, and never parted by Authoress
Before going into battle, it’s only proper to make an offering to the god of war. But Kirishima’s run out of things to give.
Kitsune's Pride by kytrin, Mslead 🔴
Bakugo didn't believe in fairy tales, magic or love. All they did was tell stories to entertain those willing to listen to the lies promising a happy ending. His life was one unending disaster of one failed relationship after another, so he didn't put much stock in magic, or in love. Not until a strange oni comes spilling out of his receipe box with a dark secret and an even darker past.
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thenixkat · 5 years
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Animorphs notes 7.5 or Megamorphs 1
Book 7.5/ Megamorphs 1
Why does this format of an animorph book exist? Aren’t we supposed to be under the impression that the kids are writting diaries or someshit like that?
Starts with Jake
Again, not seperating the yeerks from their hosts is a very bad mentality to have
Also aparently Ax doesn’t get to be an animorph
ALso Ax skipps out on a lot of meetings. Granted the kids could show some consideration for Ax and meet in the woods
Rachel is going on a two day gymnastics trip
Tobias is an asshole and continues to over anthropomorphise animals. I havent forgoten him sneaking into Cassie’s family’s barn to eat the patients
...Cassie teh crow can and will go where ever it pleases after it recovers. Heck it might hunt Tobias down and mob him out of spite
Melissa’s going on the trip
Wow Jake, rude. Tobias can have romantic relationships even if his body remains a bird
Marco’s the kinda jerk to crash parties he wasnt invited to
Full moon
Cassie is psychic. WHich honestly I don’t doubt.
Rachel part
Are they… all going to give intros?
Not that Jake is without his own level of stupidity. I mean, he was right there with us,
walking through an isolated, abandoned construction site that night. Wasn't the smartest
thing we ever did.
I’ve not forgotten the flea thing from book 2
Rachel gets books for Tobias
...damnit Rachel you can’t just show up at a camp without letting peolple know ahead of time. They need warning gto make sure they have room and food for you
I was close to Tobias's territory when I spotted something interesting below me. It was a
deer-like animal, running swiftly through the trees. When I focused my laser-intensity eagle
sight, I could see the semihuman torso and face and the deadly scorpion tail.
Aximili
ANd this is why large predatory bird morphs aren’t great. Rachel getting mobbed
A bunch of small birds take down Rachel
Marco part
Honestly Marco sounds like some of the jackass class clowns I had in school, Darlene’s not wrong to not invite him
The kids ARE all going to give the intro talk
Marco that is a very confusing way to talk
Ax is right, this is dishonorable
That poor mouse
Ax has parasites. ANd Marco is extorting? him to help him be a creep b4 he’d give Ax medicine for them. Dick
Technically speaking none of the kids actually knows how the morphing tech works
When I was done acquiring the mouse I handed it to Ax. He had to use both hands to hold
on. Andalite arms and hands are kind of puny. Of course, they also have four legs, and
those are pretty strong. I mean, Ax can haul when he wants to. I'll bet he could do forty
miles an hour.
Baby arms
So the reason Marco wasn’t invited IS b/c he’s a dick
A bunch of jays took out Rachel
Part Jake? What?
That whent jake> rachel>marco>jake? Bullshit
You don’t have to go to a party if you don’t want to people
Why couldn’t this part be narrated by Cassie? She’s fucking here!
Jake is fucking ready, fight or flight
Marco and Ax are very lucky none of the kids or adults at the party try to crush them to death
Huh, Marco and Ax are lucky that none manages to crush them to death
Jake is ready to cuss the shit outta Marco
Accidental human pileup saves Jake’s life
Part… Marco? BULSTIT SHILSHSTSOSHS
AX IS RIGHT THERER LET HIM NARRATE YOU THINDER CUNTS
I hate this human centric bs and it fucking leaves out Cassie
Marco,,, cats are very good at NOT being seen. Ambush predators
Marco is a dick
Then I saw it. It was gigantic! Enormous! A creature that seemed to be made of nothing but
teeth and blades and destruction. It was like twenty Hork-Bajir glued together and given
dragon wings.
heh
Poor Darlene’s family
It looked down at us with a dozen weird eyes that seemed to be stuck here and there at
random. It stared at us the way I'd seen Tobias stare at his prey.
Part, sigh, Rachel
Rachel has amnesia
Ns somehow started morphing while unconcious
If you wonder if yer a freak and are that startled with yer apperance, then no that’s not always how you were
If you need to concentrate to morph, how’d u managed that far with a heavy concussion/unconciousness?
Part Tobias
Damnit they are all giving the intro speech
Huh, so marco and ax coulda gotten killed twice b4 they even got to the party
Also the fuck how is the yeerks covering the wind monster
Part fucking Rachel
...why is this creature wasting so much energy instead of just flowing around the trees
Like people are seeing this shit
Finally! Part Cassie
Cassie spotted cryptid Rachel in the news
Part Rachel. WHy not just have her narrate the whole book at this point?
There’s an excaped yeerk host living in an abandoned clothing shop in the woods
Well, thaty’s not an unreasonable response for an excaped host
Rachel got some memories beaten back intio her
Oh she might be one of the people who’s yeerk starved from the actions of last book
Part fucking Jake again
The kids are gonna track down Rachel by scent
The monster found them
Part rachel
Old lady is gonna burn down the shack, with Rachel inside, b/c she’s not going back to the yeerk pool
Rachel morphs bear without concentrating or intending to or even knowing how
These bootleg books are so bad. Part Marco
They’d be dead if the creature turned back to particle form and just reformed around their bodies
Part Rachel. Really this is mostly just Rachel/Jake/Marco as narrators. No attempt at equaly splitting up the plot
I looked at the new creature. It had come to a stop, just a dozen feet away. I peered at it
with my dim bear vision. It had four legs, like a horse or a deer. But it seemed to have a
head and upper body that was almost human. And there was a tail, I was sure of that. The
tail was cocked back like a weapon ready to be fired.
Andalite
Fifteen fucking chapters in and Ax finally gets to narrate
Ax does the intro speech
Ax says he’s not an animorph
Ax doesnt like having to be the space expert
Ax tucks his tail to his back to run fast
Ax is smart enought to know when standing yer ground is a terrible idea
Ax figured out that morphing attracts the beast.
Morphing has a distinct kind of energy signature
Part jake
Andalites have a distinct scent
Ok lots of animals can harm or kill a large bear. This is turning into a raptors are mahjestick thing
Tobias assumes that Ax tried to fight the creature. Tobias doesn’t really know Ax well enough
Part Cassie
Why are they at the mall?
AGain I wouldn’t be surprised if Cassie is supposed to be psychic
You don’t mean Chapman, you mean Iniss 226
Learning about history is useful in figuring out humans and with invasion plans Cassie
Part Ax
… do andalites even have battle axes? They dont have the arms for it
Once, the Hork-Bajir were a decent, peaceful race. Then they were enslaved by the Yeerks.
Hork-Bajir are incredibly dangerous and very powerful. They stand on two legs, balanced
by a tail. Each leg ends in a foot, like an Earth bird of prey. They have two arms. There are curved blades at their knees, at their elbows, at their wrists. Blades similar to my own tail-
blade. Atop their snakelike heads are two more blades, swept forward. And their tails end in long, sharp spikes.
They are not a species you want to start a fight with. Which may be why they were such a
peaceful, even poetic, species. They had no one to fear. Until the Yeerks began to make
them into Controllers.
The series did so much retconing
Again, I like the Parting the Clouds fic so much better. At least there someone tried to figure out how to use the aura power
Veleek is the dust monster, from Saturn
So the andalite bandits being human was a solid yeerk theory
Visser 3 continues to waste good bodies
Visser 3 throew a lot of bodies into getting a veleek pet
Part Cassie
Compund eyes dont work like that
Iniss 226 knows about spy novels and thinks they’re stupid
Iniss 226 is not a dumb yeerk
Also Visser 3 is the worst boss
Part rachel
Rachel is starting to put things together
Part Marco
The kids ar eputting 2 and 2 together
Part rachel
Rachel made it back to civilization
Rachel breaks into a house for food and rest’
Some snitchy bitch called the police
Rachel the elephant says fuck the police
Part jake
The kids steal Cassie’s dad’s truck
Part rachel
The veleek chases elephant Rachel
The veleek cant pick up an elephant
Part marco
Why do they have marco drive?
Also that poor truck
Jack morphs to lure the creature’s attention
Part jake
Why did jake choose tiger for being chased?
Part rachel
Doesnt quite have her memory back but ready to help
Part ax
Ax feels like a failure of a warrior
Suddenly, one wall of my cage shimmered and became transparent. Ramonite is a metal
that can stretch open or be made clear or opaque by molecular realignment.
Nice’
Ax is also racist towards taxxons
Visser 3 is a terrible boss
Part marco
That poor truck
Why choose gorrila for a chase?>
Part rachel
Cassie tries to fill the gaps fotr rachel
Part marco
Part cassie
Cassie chooses squirlle
Bug fighters are stooting at em
Part ax
So bug fighters and shit DO have cameras
Flea ex machina
Ax morphs one of his fleas
… theres no way in hell thast theres no bugs on the andalite homeworld
Thats not what a flea mouth is like
Ax says that andalites have a shit vertical jump
Part marco
The veleek caught him
Ax is on Visser 3
Ax is having a blast fucking up Visser 3’s day
Part ax
And only then, locked together with it, was I able to see it through my weak flea eyes. It
was alive! It was a creature my own size, but with a hundred minuscule wings that beat the
air. It had antennae, but different than any seen on Earth. These antennae were covered in
tiny, upturned bowls. Like the dishes of primitive human radio telescopes. Those were the
structures it used to sense energy sources.
There were no eyes. And no mouth. But two long filaments, like strands of wire, swept
back from the front of the creature. These must be how it fed: by channeling the energy
down the wires.
The Veleek was not one creature. It was billions! It was a swarm of billions of these tiny
creatures. They had evolved into a swarm that could come together and become a
destructive entity of gnashing teeth and slicing blades. But in reality they were separate
insectlike creatures that fed on energy.
Its a swarm of navivorous bugs
Water is the veleek’s weakness
Marco and Ax jump out of the ship
Part rachel
Her memory is mostly back
Hork-bajir have foot long blades on their head, that’s impoalement’
Part marco
Fear speads up thei morphing
Part jake
Jake is grounded
The team apparently whent home without knowing if marco and ax were alive
Part cassie
Cassie is psychic and can probably see the future
Cassie comes up with a plan that only she can do
To make up for almost getting marco killed
Part tobias
So did Cassie not have a whale morph already? DIdn’t marco get one when they’d met the psychic whales?
Or am I thinking of a fanfic?
Part cassie
Cassie is awesome
Cetaceans are just canon psychic
Part tobias
Cassie is a total badass
Part cassie
Rapid fire morphing
Falling whale body slam
Part rachel
So apparently the veleek never evaporates out of the ocean at any point later?
Cassie speaks whale . Cassie is the one chosen by the whales. All hail the whale messiah
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leggigoesabroad · 5 years
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we’re only here on borrowed time
Sitting on a lovely, smooth, high-speed train from Nuremberg, Germany to Paris.  Yesterday was a day from hell which I'll lightly get into but not dwell on, but for now, I'm so happy.  I'd be remiss to not mention why!!  Part of the reason I decided to book the train instead of flying from Prague to Paris was for many uninterrupted hours to listen to this new book my doctor recommended for me, called "Stress Less, Accomplish More" but Emily Fletcher.  It obviously sounds like a typical self-help book, but I have a crush on my doctor and she really sold it for me.  (BTW she's no older than like, 32, is married with two kids, super pretty, and totally gets me.  She's very female-centric and one time said 'I'll never let you leave here without a prescription for more birth control, we will never let the system be the reason you're struggling with something' after asking if I had enough for the foreseeable future.  Joke's on her, I'm single AF, but it really spoke to me.)  She said it's a book about meditation and although I've tried meditating before, I am a little bit of a natural skeptic as to allllllllll of its listed benefits.  She said this super simple technique helps you sleep better, greatly reduces anxiety/depression, get sick less often, be more effective at work, eliminate jet lag, on and on.  She said she honestly can't say enough about it and it completely changed her life.  I took this as a way to be more like her and immediately bought it.  Also because I wanted her to like me.  Incidentally, she texted me a few days ago inviting me to a new women's group she's developing for people in my demographic who are going through the same things.  Because like of COURSE she did!! She also tells me to call her Casey instead of by "Doctor" and man I should stop now this is getting weird.
Anyway, this book is by an ex-Broadway performer who noticed she was going grey at age 28 (cough cough I am too) and was sick of all the medications she used to treat these symptoms and wanted to get more at the root.  She talks about how simple this meditation method is - 15 minutes twice a day - and how it is literally the best thing she's ever done for herself in her life.  After her course, she asks people how much money it would take to stop meditating.  They all say something between "500 million dollars" and "no amount of money in the world, because what would be the point without everything else meditation gives me?"  I booked the train so I could set aside several hours to listen to the book, especially on this trip, because we all know from the Thailand blog era that being far away in new countries is often what helps me make decisions in life and really self-reflect.  Yes, I hear how extra that sounds, but I'm fine with it.  I'm only on Chapter 5 and I keep intermittently crying!!  We haven't even gotten to the part where she tells me HOW to meditate!  Just her background on why it works and the entire theory behind it.  The author talks about one case in which a guy with advanced Parkinson's started her sessions and after literally the first one, his tremors disappeared during the entire 15 minutes and for 5 minutes after.  She said when they both opened their eyes he asked if she had noticed, and she said she did, and started crying because it was arguably the most profound moment of her career.  I'm crying typing this.  Ugh.  She doesn't claim that meditation will cure chronic illnesses of course, but rather that it's the best thing one can possibly do to supplement medical instruction and for some ailments, it can indeed end up replacing them.  She said after she started the practice, she didn't get sick again (cold, flu, anything) for EIGHT AND A HALF YEARS!!  Because when the body can use sleep at night to fully rest and not just as a band-aid for stress relief, your immune system can work at its intended level and not allow any of these small things to come into play.  You'd think I'd be getting paid for this post, but alas, I'm only 5 chapters in and get ready for me to be even more insufferable than usual when I get home.
Onward.  Last I left off I was in a cafe with Lizzy in Prague.  We stayed for a few hours and actually got a lot of work done!  Turns out my freelance deadlines don't disappear when I go to Europe, hmm.  We then walked to an area called Petrin, which from afar just looks like a tree-covered hill.  It's actually an uphill path in an expansive park that ultimately overlooks the entire city of Prague.  The more we went up, I kept thinking "we must be at the top by now" and then new buildings and castles and paths and orchards would appear.  It felt like a hidden fairyland with twists and turns and new beautiful sights along the way.  I posted a pic on the gram, but at one point we came to a clearing and there was a picture-perfect snapshot of the entire city through the trees.  With the red roofs and striking architecture I again almost felt like crying.  Also saw a bunch of couples making out in the orchards with no shame all, so that was something.  Good on 'em, ay.  We stopped for a glass of wine at the top (duh) and ended up chatting about work/management styles/feelings about jobs/etc.  Something great about Lizzy is that it turns out for everything I'm interested in, she's in grad school for.  I felt like she was the manifestation of all things fascinating to me.  Kinda like when you meet someone really smart who is able to vocalize all the things you feel about things, but better.  Like Hilary, but not my sister.  Like Jay Wong, but not my boss!  We talked about Kitty and her job search and then got into the concept of finding a job by figuring out what you love and what comes naturally to you, and then seeing how you can get paid for it.  She loved hearing about Kitty and SpotX and the proposal she had to do about team-building and customer engagement, and we chatted all about different marketable skills.  I remember crying to Hil many years ago (Hil if you read this, do you remember??) about how I *thought* I was smart but I hated studying/learning/school and my grades reflected that, and how I've squandered all my potential, I'm actually really dumb, etc.  BTW in retrospect I now see a lot of that as my undiagnosed ADHD and I wish I had understood it earlier to get ahead of it, but it's okay.  Hil at the time told me that she may have great grades and a good job, etc., but that she can't walk into a room and command attention or just become friends with everyone, and that skills come in all shapes and sizes and one isn't better than another.  I'M GETTING EMOTIONAL AGAIN.  Remember when my blogs used to be carefree and funny?  Me either.
After that, Lizzy and I walked all through the grounds of the Prague Castle and wound our way down the hill to the Charles Bridge, and stopped for another drink.  Then we got into a whole discussion about relationships and sexuality.  Later, when we were hanging out with her husband, Rob, I found myself saying over and over: "It's like what Lizzy and I were talking about earlier..." and he was like "how did you guys somehow talk about EVERYTHING today?!"  Females, man.  Eventually she went back to her place to shower and I checked into my Airbnb across the street.  Got SO EXHAUSTED and almost fell dead asleep while waiting for her before dinner, but rallied, and so glad I did.  We took the tram up the hill to a nice restaurant for dinner, then went to an Irish pub to watch the Liverpool/Barcelona game.  No one there remembered the epic call from 2010 World Cup that Ned and I quote all the time, but hey, we do and that's what counts. ("AND YOU COULD NOT WRITE... A STORY LIKE THIS.")  We got there at halftime and were ordering drinks at the bar when a guy sitting at the bar was a real dick and says to me and Lizzy, "just so you know, when the game's on again, you've gotta move.  I sat here on purpose for a good view, so make sure you move." Then turned to his partner and we could clearly hear him saying things like, "Fuckin' ridiculous they're standing right there during the game... I'm not going to let that happen... no fuckin' way" Um, a) it's half time. b) it's a bar and we're at the bar ordering drinks. c) WE KNOW. d) fuck off.  He kept talking about us after we moved and she and I briefly thought about starting shit but you know, foreign country and all that.  Luckily he was cheering for Liverpool and they got stomped in the second half to lose the game and we rejoiced. :)
Went to a weird, dark "Books" bar after that and we were almost the only people there.  There were condoms in the bathroom and I took one as a joke to show Rob and Lizzy, but now it's still in my bag and freaks me out every time I reach for my Chapstick.  We went back to their house afterwards and I kid you not, just watched Harry Styles videos.  Turns out they both love him, especially Rob, which is so rich to me.  He was like "this guy is just like coolness personified and he's so talented and he's weirdly attractive in kind of a feminine way but also masculine and he has such a nice voice and swagger...." you'd think I planted Rob to say this to me, but no.  We watched the entirety of his Carpool Karaoke as I told them all of my favorite parts ("I was back middle." "Why am I always Julia Roberts??" "I cry in like, a cool way.")  It's like when someone says to me, "you know, I'd love to know more about the meanings behind Taylor Swift's songs but I never learned, what are all of the albums about?" And I look around expecting that I'm being Punk'd.  Parted ways with them and thanked them for everything and told them I was very grateful for our summer camp relationship.  You know, the kind that is intensely strong, and very brief.  I may never see them again and yet we spent 15 hours straight together on Wednesday and I had one of the best days ever.  See you in another life, brotha.
A series of hiccups led to a very stressful morning on Thursday that I won't fully get into because my poor family already lived through it with me via WhatsApp... but it started with extreme random nausea, (the kind you have a serious internal talk with yourself about: "no.  you are okay.  take deep, slow breaths.  do not throw up here.  you are completely fine, this will pass.  breathe.  you're not sick.  this is just random.  you cannot throw up here.") and then I got on what was supposed to be a train from Prague to Nuremberg with a stop in Schwandorf, but there was a service interruption on the first leg and everyone knew but me.  Probably because everyone speaks Czech and I, ya know, do not.  BTW so far Czech is the least intuitive language I've ever come across.  I could read an entire book in it and wouldn't be able to give you even the slightest context, like you can with French/Spanish/German.  I know, romance languages and all that, but man I really underestimated how important it is to know some of the language when you're traveling through remote towns.  I notice everyone in Plzen has gotten off the train and I think "well that's weird, but maybe they're all local commuters."  A lady comes by and yells at me to get off, I say, "English?" She says, "NO.  Bus." and shoos me off.  In the panic I forget my suitcase from where I stored it - thank the heavens above, it was still there when I realized 15 minutes later and fought my way back on a closed train.  I have such PTSD today and can't fathom what would have happened if the train had left.  Imagine my suitcase just taking off on a train to the Czech countryside by itself.  Zero percent chance I get that back.  Work computer, my treasured leather jacket from Kathy that I swear I'd save in a fire, all of my toiletries and pills and prescriptions...ugh I can't even think about it.
No one spoke English except for a kind man at the info desk who spoke very little, and gave me directions ("directions" is a loose term here, I did a lot of critical thinking and problem solving to vaguely understand what I was supposed to be doing next) to take a bus in an hour that would take me to Stod, where I could then catch my train to Schwandorf and hopefully ultimately Nuremberg.  After a series of mishaps and incredible uncertainty, eventually all of that happened.  I walked into the hotel in Nuremberg and almost kissed the floor.  I had big plans to wake up early and explore, but alas, I'm embarrassed to admit that all I did in Nuremberg was buy some wine/chocolate/gummy bears and stay in all night and sleep late this morning.  Bodies need rest, y'all.  My audiobook author would tell me that my body is in recovery mode after releasing an unnatural amount of adrenaline and cortisol.  NEVERTHELESS SHE PERSISTED!
I'll be staying with rig friend Angie and her family in Paris, and seeing rig Aaron there too.  He messaged me yesterday and said, "so do you want to see museums and such? Or I can show you my favorite brasseries?" I said, "I've been to Paris, I'd just like to day drink honestly."  Luckily he is on board, shawoooooooo.  Oddly there's no WiFi on this train like they said there would be, but it's not that bad because it's so smooth and comfortable and I still have my audiobook.  Will post this blog sometime later when the WiFi shows up.  Cross your fingers that I get the romantic countryside train ride I pined for.  And happy weekend!!!
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