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eufezco · 2 months

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I CAN DO IT WITH A BROKEN HEART

bucky!winter soldier x fem!reader (kinda angst ig?) no use of y/n

based on the captain america: the winter soldier post credits scene because i loooooove it

omg this is my first time writing for something marvel related i hope you enjoy it, it's been so long since the last time i wrote anything so i'm sorry if it's kinda shitty 😭

He was looking at you and you were looking back at him.

Steve had refused to fight against him. He had dropped his shield from the ship and had surrendered to his old friend. You wished you could have done that so you would never have felt Bucky's hands around your throat trying to choke you to death nor his body over yours as his fists connected with your face once again.

But one of you had to fight him so that you two could get out of it alive, and if Steve didn't, you would.

Bucky's punches to Steve's face made you squirm in place as you tried to escape the beam that had fallen on you. If you didn't get out you feared that the beam would crush you or even worse, that Bucky would kill him. Steve was his mission after all and he was programmed to finish it.

You jumped on him when you managed to escape and freed Steve from the blows of his metal arm. Stay alive please you mumbled to your friend as he lay badly wounded, with one eye swollen shut and blood coming out of his nose. The last time you had seen him like that he was a small blond boy who had gotten into trouble in an alley with someone twice his size and you and Bucky had to come to his rescue. Now the trouble you had to save him from was Bucky himself and you were on your own.

Your whole body ached from fighting him and since beating him didn't work, you decided to try to make him see reason in another way. You called his name while you were trying to catch your breath, still with the sensation of his fingers closing around your throat. He looked at you full of rage while he tried to recompose from the hit that he had received from you. The name Bucky echoed in his head every time you repeated it, hurt him more than any kick or punch you gave him. The familiarity with that word made him feel sick in his stomach and more eager to fight you for making him feel that way.

You know me.

No, I don't!

Bucky, you've known me your whole life.

Shut up!

Your name is James Buchanan Barnes. We were friends.

He held a defensive pose while his eyes glanced nervously all over the place and his chest rose and fell slowly as he tried to catch his breath. It was so familiar. Not only the name you kept repeating but also the way it sounded when you said it.

He was looking at you and you were looking back at him.

There was enough distance between the two of you so that you did not feel threatened by each other's presence. The Captain America Exhibit in Washington also had enough civilians to start another fight like the one on the ship.

He broke eye contact with you to look at the screen. He had seen your face somewhere on that big panel dedicated to who he was once. And there you were. When the text ended there was a sequence of pictures. He did not know who those men in the pictures were but he could see himself smiling with them.

But there you were. In the middle picture.

He was wearing his sergeant's uniform and you were wearing a dress. You could still remember his reaction when he saw you in that dress, how his eyes sparkled looking at you, how his lips curved into a smile every time you grabbed his hand and dragged him around the Stark Expo. Steve with his new camera captured the perfect moment. Bucky held you around the waist. Bucky was slightly leaning over you. Your faces were just inches apart but in the picture you both were laughing, you still heard the sound of his laughter every time you looked at the picture, as if it had not been almost seventy years since you last saw him. Your faces were just inches apart but there was no kiss.

And now there would never be a kiss.

How innocent you both looked in that picture. Neither of you knew how all your plans were going to be twisted, how only one of you two would be the one to remember that night. If someone had told you that night that Bucky was going to disappear from your life, you would have laughed in their face. If you had known you would have kissed him. You would have kissed Bucky until you were breathless, until you were tired of kissing each other if that was possible. But now you would never know because you both insisted on remaining friends until the end of the war not knowing that out of that war would come a much worse one.

The very hands you had trusted to hold you had tried to choke you to death. The same eyes that had gazed at you with such devotion had looked at you loaded with the strongest wrath in the world. The man you had loved the most did not recognize you and by the way he was looking at that panel with all his memories, he did not recognize himself either.

Bucky stared at the picture for a few seconds and then looked back at you. You were the same girl, only now with some bruises on your face, the marks of his fingers on your neck, and definitely not with the same smile as the girl in the picture. What had he done to you? What would the boy in that photo think about the person he had become?

You stood in place far from him. Since you had seen him you had not taken a single step forward. Neither the cap nor the long hair nor the jacket covering his metal arm could hide him from you. Not anymore. You went to the Captain America memorial looking for the comfort that the panel dedicated to Bucky brought you, he went there looking for answers. And you found each other.

Your Bucky and you his answers.

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kairiscorner · 11 months

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miguel and grumpy! reader having a makeout sesh in the control room but then miles & gwen catches them—so they’re rly shocked bc they thought miguel and the grumpy! reader hated each other 😭😭

yes. yes. YES. thank you for the idea anon >:)) OK I HOPE THIS IS AS GOOD AS THE FIRST TWO LMAO......

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

(part 1) (part 2)

summary: you had a little outburst in the control room, it kinda ended with a liability on your part, but it was nothing you couldn't fix. you just hadn't anticipated that miguel would come to visit you, see how you were doing, and... maybe feel your lips up a little with his own?

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"well, this is unexpected." went a husky voice that you knew quite well. you didn't turn around, you knew exactly who it was–and as willing as you'd be to hug him since now was the perfect opportunity, you were not in the mood for it right now. you didn't ask him what he meant by 'this' being unexpected, you merely focused on the repairs that had to be done in the control room.

miguel placed his hands on his hips as he watched you fix up the panels you took apart from the control room. he sighed as he approached you and ended up a few inches away from you. "now i'm not even gonna ask anymore if this was the result of a freak accident or an outburst, but seeing as how margo didn't wanna elaborate on what happened... i can only assume what happened here." he said as he placed a hand on your shoulder, and he felt you were extremely tense.

you sighed as you put down your tools and looked at him. you had a look of fury in your face, but when miguel looked back at you with concern and sympathy for you... your gaze softened a little, and became one of disappointment. "...i broke it, but i'm gonna fix it myself." you said as you looked back at the practically demolished control panel. you rubbed your eyes as you shook your head. "i'm sorry, it's just, everyone kept bothering me today, and i... i just wanna hit something. it feels right, but when it's all said and done, i just... i feel like i was being more of a bitch than i meant to be, y'know?" you explained with a soft voice, laced with regret and shame.

you had so much pent up anger and frustration, and the worst part of it all was that they were all directed at such small, meaningless things–or small, meaningless things in the eyes of others, others who would never understand how small mistakes can be so irksome when you try your hardest to seem so put together and knowledgeable about everything because you're in charge.

miguel put a finger under your chin and shushed you gently. "i get it. i get it, you... you sometimes come off stronger than you intend to. and you know what, that's fine. we're heroes, but... people tend to forget we're human, too. hell, we even forget ourselves we're human." he said as he cracked a small smile up at you as you still frowned a little to yourself, at the shame you felt over your outburst. "again... don't get mad for wanting to do what feels right, not when you had no intention of hurting anyone and, like you are now, more than willing to fix your mistake." he said as he held your hand in his own. you slowly smile a little and chuckled slightly at his comforting words. "got it, o'hara." you said as miguel grinned at you.

after a while, he was helping you the best he could at fixing up the control panel–helping you replace and patch up whatever was salvageable. miguel admitted to you, though, he wasn't the most specialized in the field of technology, but he was here if you ever needed anything. he did as you directed him, and in a few hours, you two were mostly done. all you needed help with was for miguel to hold something down as you were screwing it down, and he did so, but... he did it from behind you, now it's like he's caging you in his embrace.

"alright, the control panel's fixed." you said as you turned to face miguel, whose face was now centimeters away from your face. he didn't look like he had any desire nor intention to move out of the way, even when you repeated to him he didn't have to lean against you anymore. "i know," he said with a sly smirk as your lips instinctively parted for him as he moved himself closer and closer to your lips. "why... you really know how to make the best out of a crappy situation." you said, to which he responded with a chuckle. "i always do when it comes to you, so of course, mi vida." he said as he wrapped his arms around you, evoking slight gasps to leave your lips as miguel locked his lips with your own.

you two had each other's tongues mingle with one another, exploring the depths of each other's mouths for quite a while–with no plan of letting go of each other, what with you clinging on to miguel by wrapping your arms around his neck, and his grasp on your waist tightening. he sang praises to you in between kisses, intensifying each and every one after he pulled away ever so often.

you two wanted that moment to last forever... but it ended as quickly as it began, when you two heard slipping from outside the control room's slightly ajar door. whispering came from the hallway adjacent to the room, and you two let go of each other immediately.

"holy–was that... was that seriously them? and–"

"i thought he had no emotions..."

"did we enter the wrong earth, or are we seriously seeing the two most horrifying spiders of the world make out right here right now after... oh i think i'm gonna puke."

"why were they–and you–why are we–don't they rip each other's throats out...?"

"what are you guys whispering about?"

"peter!"

you sighed silently as you grinned up at miguel. "i don't feel like telling stacy, morales, or parker off today, and besides... we need the day off, right?" you asked miguel as you rubbed at the back of waist, eliciting small groans of agreement from him. he chuckled lowly as he placed his hands on your hips and stared deeply into your eyes with a smile.

"definitely." he responded to you as he planted his lips gently against yours again, feeling the smoothness and softness that were your lips; the heavenly feeling of your lips upon his was one he wanted to feel all the time. he didn't particularly care if anyone saw you two, though it did embarrass him a little... he figured it's finally time to come out with what this little arrangement you two have got going on.

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @luvstarrstruck

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara fluff #atsv #spiderman across the spiderverse #atsv fluff #atsv x reader #atsv x you #atsv x y/n #spiderman 2099 #spiderman across the spiderverse fluff

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aita-blorbos · 5 months

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AWTA for leaving our friend behind with a creepy arcade machine thing

hi. i'm so sorry for any mistakes. my hands are shaking so bad.

there's this old abandoned arcade in our town that got closed down ages ago, when modern video games started getting popular. i was super little when it shut down, maybe 5 or 6 years old, but i remember it had a few games that were really popular. but it wasn't enough to save it cuz the owners closed it for good and its been super creepy ever since.

to be honest it was always kinda creepy. he janitors apparently kept disappearing and i heard from some older kids that a few kids went crazy after playing this one game. i dont know though, like i said i was young when it shut down.

me (M16) and two of my friends (T, M15 and J, F16) decided to have a little fun on christmas eve and bust into the old arcade. we wanted to see if any of the games still worked, and also we just wanted to mess around and break stuff. we broke in and there were no alarms, so we thought we were all good.

when we got in, we realized we didn't have any quarters, so we broke open a machine with our crowbars to get some. i forget the name but it wasn't a famous one like pac-man, it was probably a local thing. then my friend J started spreaypainting on the thing, and i thought it would be funny to break the screen, since it didn't look active at all.

well i swung my crowbar at it and the glass went everywhere. we laughed like it was funny. my buddy T kicked it and pushed it over. we kept hitting it but then one of the panels broke off and we saw something inside.

it was blood. i know you think im crazxy but there was bloodd in the arcade cabinet an d it started dripping on our sneakrs. and when we looked closer it looked like there were organs in there, it looked like lungs and a heart. they looked like human organs. it was so so scary.

and then a bloody hand burst out of the broken screen and grabbed T's leg. we screamed and ran but it held onto T and kept him there. me and J kept running though and we didnt stopp until we were across the town,.

AWTA? and should we call the cops or hospital or something?

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality

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silverwhittlingknife · 1 year

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hi anon <333 okay so uhhhh listen when i got this ask which i think was... a month ago? a couple months ago? i did not have a dick & tim reading guide

BUT i read this ask and i thought WOW WHAT A GOOD IDEA, a dick & tim reading guide, i wish i'd had one of those when i started reading!! and also i had a lot of work that i didn't want to do so i needed a project to procrastinate on dsfdsfs

so i have been working on a reading guide spreadsheet and it is ALMOST DONE so i will post it soon-ish. <3 if anyone wants to check out the unfinished version and tell me if it's readable dm me <3

also below i have rambled a lot about the makings of the spreadsheet if you also like spreadsheets a lot

this is only sort of tangentially related to the reading guide but it is the SECRET ORIGIN of the reading guide. i think many comic fans eventually end up with a spreadsheet story because comics are bonkers and difficult to keep track of, so either you sensibly engage with your hobby in a reasonable fashion or you slowly go bonkers yourself and end up with a spreadsheet story. this one is mine.

so a year or two ago, when i got first got deeply deeply obsessed with dick & tim, i was desperate for content and i wasn't able to find much on tumblr

so out of a combination of deep affection for the boys and also an extremely strong desire to procrastinate the things i was supposed to be doing, i went through dc.fandom's list of dick's appearances and of tim's appearances.

and i cross-referenced them all to find the comics they both appeared in, and then i started kinda randomly reading through those comics looking for good art/panels that they both appeared in and taking notes on whether they appeared in the same panel or not:

and then as i became even more obsessive i started adding in a bunch of their solo appearances so i'd know the context of their team-ups, and i started color-coding blue-for-nightwing, red-for-robin, purple-for-both-of-them:

and then i started trying to make lists of Significant Events so that i'd know e.g. when characters died or got married or broke up:

and then i got tired of having to search for dc.fandom pages every time i wanted to check something in a comic, so i started adding links to dc.fandom and to dc universe:

and then i thought, you know, it'd be nice to have comic titles and to know if it's part of an ongoing story:

and sometimes when i was reading, i started taking notes on quotes or whatever was going on:

and that's about when i got this ask, and i thought, you know, i really should make a reading guide.

and i started thinking, okay, is there any way to take my spreadsheet and make it slightly less convoluted and a bit more like a reading guide?

and the answer was, probably not!!! but that did not stop me from trying sdfdsfds

so right now i have a spreadsheet called "Dick & Tim Reading List" and it's got a section that looks like this which has about 200 recommended-read comics:

but ALSO there's a tab that's really really long that has all of dick's solo comics and also all of tim's solo comics (from 1987-2011, not of all time, but still):

and also you can just get a list of all (post-crisis) comics dick&tim have appeared in together:

and also as i was working on this i discovered FILTER VIEWS and simultaneously got curious about all the quotes in grayson 12, which taunted me with the possibility of getting post-crisis continuity back before not giving it to me >:(((((( but anyway they're still good quotes so i made a list of all of them

anyway then i looked at all of that and thought ehhhhh okay but that's very complicated!! maybe i need some shorter reading recommendations. so then i started making a list of those:

basically you should picture the spreadsheet journey like this puppy:

anyway i'm still kinda distracted but i do intend to clean it up a bit more and then post a link, so that will happen soon-ish hopefully <3

#ask tag #also when i was trying to save this post it gave me an error message saying there was a processing error #which is probably karmic punishment for not answering your ask sooner i am so sorry sdfsfsdfs #anyway if you are still interested in a reading list i am also interested in a reading list it will definitely probably happen #it's just that y'know the ball-leaf-ball-no-wait-a-LEAF excitement over here has been very intense

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mandatory-blog-stop-asking · 3 months

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Weird thing, but I miss Alfred.

It's shaping up to be one of the longest "deaths" of a famous, legacy secondary character, at least in modern DC history. And in that way, it served the narrative pretty well, subverting the usual problems with death in comics. Sure, it was all over an ego trip some bad former Editor in Chief decided to have on a whim; King didn't really plan to kill off Alfred so nonchalantly and it wasn't meant to stick. People know that, it's well documented and they even had foreshadowing that he was Clayface being a part of the plan. So the fact that it sticks should be lauded, right? This is, after all, how death works.

And, sure, it made some characters grow. Bruce, specifically, moving to a brownstone and taking care of his son all by himself is a genuinely cool idea and I'm enjoying seeing him bond with Damian in ways he never bonded with the others. Dick as a billionaire philanthropist dedicating his newfound fortune to Alfred, his late sponsor, is a genuine stroke of genius. Actual change and progress in comic books, holy shit. A feast Spider-Man fans don't even remember how it tastes!

Yet it sometimes feels like you're reading a Batman book in an empty house, because Alfred is gone, and it was over nothing. An unplanned death that took him suddenly with no real gravitas or preparation. Not exactly the same -- okay, not the same by a wide margin, -- but it kinda reminds me of how Buffy fans reacted to The Body.

The character was here, and now they're not, and it genuinely feels empty and real in a way you're not really expecting popcorn media to feel. There's no power fantasy or melodrama or anything. Someone broke his neck and threw his body on the floor, and that's the end of Alfred Pennyworth.

And like, yeah, man, people obviously write stories about other versions that are alive and flashbacks. Nobody is literally gone from comics, things don't move forward *exclusively*, Alfred is a brand unto himself and will never be truly gone. It's the same reason why aging up Jon Kent isn't that big a deal; Super Sons will release as long as someone gets the approval, it's just going to be a flashback. It's fine. But to see the world having to move forward without him has been quite something, you know? People have had big personal moments that he's not there for.

Dick and Barbara got back together, Jason moved to the Hill, Tim got a boyfriend -- it's the kind of stuff these kids could rely on Alfred to talk about, or to help out with, or to simply Be There as a zealous figure for them, and he's just. Not. And the story moves on all the same, yet now it feels like there's a panel missing, somewhere.

Albeit they had like two or three individual times when the actual fucking ghost of Alfred Pennyworth came to say goodbye and peace out to Bruce, I still think it's a pretty solid guess that he'll come back before the end of the decade. The nature of comics means sometimes you need a back from the dead story to keep things fresh, and those can be done extremely well -- Resurrection of Magneto might be the best thing released in the Krakoa era, as far as fully realized minis go. But...

Shit, Alfred missed Damian going to school, you know? That's really sad. I miss Alfred. In a way I'll never miss Uncle Ben or the Wayne couple, I really miss opening a monthly and reading the latest wit out of Alfred's mouth at his silly son and his funny crusade. The nature of comic books being infinite until they're cancelled means this sort of relationship just doesn't get cut like this very often, and I can't recall the last time I *cared* when they tried cutting it.

It will be an awkward day when he comes back and it's back to normal business again, honestly. There's now an understanding of what Batman is without Alfred that I feel they don't have a great way of addressing. Don't really envy the writer who gets the job.

#alfred pennyworth #batman #dc comics #damian wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #bruce wayne #comics #comic books #barbara gordon #i mean ultimately it's just another era but it's still bizarre how we got here #nothing quite says emerging storylines like some guy who pays you saying he liked the fan reaction to your fakeout #so the fakeout is real now actually #king's Batman is such a mess

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the-heart-of-a-monster · 2 months

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I’M BACK MUAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAAA COWER IN FEAR FOR I HAVE RETURNED ONCE MORE TO ONCE AGAIN SPEW THE OBVIOUS

Translation: I’m back and I’m making it everyone’s problem

So yes, I saw the new pages, and as it turns out I was right about Sonic! As suspected, he’s hiding how he really feels about his new bodily features, and I think he’ll continue to do so for the rest of the comic. The finale for this series is right around the corner, and this issue is gonna have a lot of Eggman fighting, so based on what we already know… Yeah. Unless Sonic’s development is intended to be kinda rushed or last-minute, I don’t think he’s going to stop faking his optimism. It also has to be remembered that Sonic doesn’t always have to fake said optimism because he is at heart a hero and a snarky little gremlin. During the earlier days of the comic, Sonic was seen being elated at the prospect of Shadow willingly keeping a secret for him. Bro danced and sang all the way home just because someone was being nice to him. But even still, he’ll most likely continue faking his true emotions at least until the very end of the comic when things go back to normal for him. Because at the end of the day, Sonic is a happy little guy who just does what’s best for him and his friends, and that is that.

About the secret base, I honestly find it so funny and so realistic that the Chaotix have to basically beg for new cases in order to pay for their home and the secret base. It’s like families who thought they’d have enough for two homes but then a year or two goes by and they’re like “Oh crap, we’re broke.” It makes so much sense and it’s so funny to me! Meanwhile the others just appreciate the fact that they have a secret base and not the fact that they pay for both homes. 🤣

Chaotix: 🥲 Yeah yeah we’re fine we’re not broke we’re totally alright 👍🥲

OH AND HERE IS SOMETHING I JUST THOUGHT OF. There is of course a reason why the Chaotix have a secret base, and I wondered for a second why they would need it in the first place. They’re detectives, journalists, problem-solvers. In their field of work, it doesn’t take too much effort to become targets of the government. So, in case they got noticed by either GUN or some other important people, they have a back-up place where they could continue their work in secret. I think they specifically anticipated GUN, because they make a point to mention them in their explanation in the newest page. Probably not something SuperEm thought too hard on, but uh. I did. So… Guess I did their job for them???? idk I thought it would be cool to flex my worldbuilding skillz

Now I wanna talk about Rouge here. She, along with Amy, know far more than they let on and I’m wondering if that will have a part to play in Sonic’s story moving forward. In the newest page, we see him standing awkwardly and trying to grasp the fact that his friends knew about him for a while! He figured Tails might have taken the hint a while ago because he knows Tails better than anyone, but Amy?? That’s a different story. The two haven’t properly interacted in a while, almost 2 years (Or maybe 1 year I’m terrible at this) in our time and a week or two in their time. Amy and Rouge have been investigating Dark Gaia and Sonic’s new form for probably a month or so, meaning that they’ve known for a long, long time! I think Knuckles and the Chaotix were the only ones left in the dark the longest. So if Sonic were to find out about this, how would he react?? I’m thinking it wouldn’t be too different to his reaction about Tails and everyone else knowing, but him and Amy have had a rocky relationship status over the years, so it could also be different. I doubt we’ll get to see anything since it doesn’t make much of a difference to the blue blur at this point in the comic, but if we do I’m excited to see how he’ll react!

Now I’m going back to Sonic for a bit because I noticed something intriguing about him in the newest page. In the first panel, we see him standing awkwardly with his hands tied behind his back, fidgeting with his fingers impatiently. Then we see him immediately walk over to Shadow, who’s waiting for him outside. When he opens the curtain, we see him squint upwards towards the sky, a warm light seeping onto his face and his whole stature seeming softer. (For lack of a better word) Thematically, this sequence of movement/expressions is used to indicate a character’s growth, or to just show that they are willing to become better. I mean, that’s my takeaway from that. I’m not a theatre/film professional. All I do is stare at animations and talk about each frame as if I know stuff. But for me that’s the kind of vibe I’m getting from this page, that Sonic is learning or growing, and that he’s willing to step out into the light and be fine with who he is. Earlier on in the comic, he would’ve requested for Shadow to come inside or for him to not be seen by others, but now that he’s been through quite a lot and after being appreciated by the small snowy village, he feels much better about himself and is thus willing to just. Walk outside for a bit and talk to someone. Sonic is learning how to be around people again, learning to trust others with his secrets, and I love that for him.

Again this most likely is not SuperEm’s intention and I highly doubt those were the actual the thematically correct rules, so if anyone is reading this and is a film/comic geek, please Please PLEASE correct me via a reblog or a comment. I need some correction desperately please. I don’t wanna spew incorrect information.

Now, I would go ahead and talk about Shadow because he clearly has a lot going on in his brain, but OH MY GOD THIS THING IS HUGE. PROBABLY THE BIGGEST ASK IVE EVER WRITTEN HERE ON THIS FINE WEBSITE CALLED TUMBLR. So please do yourself a favor and give your eyes a break because holy crap I did not skip any corners for this one. Your pupils will thank you later, I promise. Go read a real book or go outside or something, please.

Anywhizzle, thank you so so so much for reading this whole thing, and have a good day/night!

(Also SuperEmeralds, just know that I adore your outdoor backgrounds so so much and they are not being overlooked. Your background skills are amazing and I’m so hype for what you have in store for the next few pages)

i think it is interesting how split the opinions are on sonic having learned nothing throughout the story and sonic finally having accepted his flaw and adapting. the mirror snap has divided the thoam theory community like no other askfjhasjkfhajk

who says they're paying for that run down place though? trust me i think super hard about literally everything, im sometimes embarrased abt it bc literally no one ever points most of my little details out but it makes me happy to connect dots so i just keep doing it

though sonic already reacted in a way, he knows everyone knew. granted the explaination happened off screen because quite frankly i didnt want the same conversation to happen twice back to back with the end of issue 8 and the beginning of issue 9, its better to just fill in the blanks yourself with everything.

the way i wrote sonic's emotions after waking up hopefully convey everything going through his mind well. there's a whole lot more pages to this so rest assured it's not over! your interpretation definitely makes sense! though i'd def disagree with the idea that in an earlier state of the comic sonic would've called for shadow to come inside? if his secret came out earlier in the comic he would still have reacted similarly and learned his lesson equally. the difference with the way it is in the comic is that he learned more about himself, and shadow, by dragging out the resolution to his (non)problem

thanks btw i love drawing environments and ur gonna get a good view of some really cool stuff soon ^_^

btw i have a name.. u can call me talaka, it's a little awkward to be called by my @ lol

#fan lore #clover-the-awesomest #long post #text heavy #fan theories

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kyberblade · 1 year

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Fall In (Din x Reader) - Shatter Drabble

A/N: This is for Dincember 2022 days 15-19, Ice, Family, Home, Joy, and Star. It’s set in the Shatter universe. Basically a Part 2. I missed these idiots! Some slight angst but mostly just fluff and goodness and everything I love about these two.

I do not own Star Wars or it’s characters. Sadly. But I carry them in my heart. Does that count for something? My soul says yes.

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, Grogu being the cutest thing you ever did see, and Din is once again a warning in and of himself in this one. Maybe like one or two light swear words? Space swearing. Banter. Mando’a.

Word count: 3,909

Series Masterlist | Dincember 2022 Masterlist | Next

Thank you to @grippingbeskar who heard the still small voice in the back of my head and gently pushed along with it and said, “What if you wrote something from Shatter….?” (I missed these idiots….)

Thank you to @deceiverofgodss for helping me with Mando’a. A life saver as always. (Any mistakes are my own. It’s hard, okay?)

Xxx

“A quarter turn to the right!” Peli yelled from the other side of the ship, her voice carrying extremely well with little effort. “No, no- A quarter. Do you not know-”

“Peli,” you froze, glancing down to the side in the small crawl space you were tucked into on the old Razor Crest. “I haven’t even turned it at all.”

It’d been a week of this. In all honesty, you and Peli got along just fine, great even, but when it came to working with her…. She was very meticulous in her approach. Din had backed away halfway through day one, hands held up in surrender as he made his way slyly towards his N1, taking the kid and BD with him.

“This is your ship, Mando!” You’d called after him. “You leave it in my hands and I’m liable to fly off without you.”

“I’d like to see you try,” he said calmly, barely looking over his shoulder. “You’d last five minutes without me telling you how to stop that thumping in the cockpit.”

“Damn it, he’s right,” you grumbled under your breath, turning with a low growl to start back in on the panel Peli had set you to work on.

“Are you turning now?” Peli’s voice was calm, but you could tell it wouldn’t stay that way for long.

Reaching out, you began to slowly turn the mechanism at the end of the shaft. “Yeah, hang on. Almost…. There….” Clang. “Shit!” Hiss.

“What? What happened?!” Peli scrambled around to the opening, pulling on your legs to help get you out of there fast.

You’d gone in without your helmet, so when she pulled you out and saw ice on your hair and eyelashes, she swore under her breath, barely containing her laughter.

“Knob broke. Coolant leaked. I’m cold.” Your teeth chattered as you spoke, and you cradled your upper body with your arms. Luckily you had kept your beskar on in case you had to make a last minute run if you and Din were found, so the rest of you was unscathed.

Din was just jogging over, grabbing your shoulder to spin you around and inspect the damage while Peli was ordering her pit droids around to fix the leak. “Are you okay? Are you hurt? What happened?”

“Din, Din, I’m fine,” you spoke lowly to keep his name between you. Bracing your hands on his shoulders while he still held your upper arms, he brought one gloved hand to your face to inspect the ice. “I’m just cold, is all. Actually felt kinda nice, compared to what I’ve gotten used to here on Tatooine.” You chuckled at his huff. “Din, I’m fine.”

BD skidded to a stop behind him, having made the dash across the hangar at the same time, but its short legs took twice as long. Beeping and trilling at you in a series of sounds that sounded just as concerned as Din, it circled you anxiously, bobbing up and down as it scanned you for injuries.

“I’m okay, buddy. It was mostly the ship that got hit, not me. See?” You held your arms out in front of you for the droid to scan, which it did promptly. It let out a relieved sounding bloop, and you smiled gently down at it. “Everything’s fine, little guy.”

Content for now, the droid bobbed up and down, in almost a nod, before turning and heading back toward the N1, trilling and beeping mindlessly as it went.

“This is going to take the rest of the day to fix,” Peli announced on a sigh, slapping the ship near the panel entrance you’d just come out of. One of her pit droids emerged with its eyeglass coated in a thick layer of ice, it’s joints stiff as it all but fell out of the shaft in clumsy movements, shivering violently once it righted itself and began to walk slowly through the hangar. “We’re going to have to let it all drain out where it busted then go in and fix it. There’s too much pressure buildup before that point to have any time to get anything done in there so long as that thing is spraying icicles. Once it’s out of coolant, I’ll send a droid in to fix it, then we’ll refill it. Free of charge.” She chuckled nervously. “I should have known yet another part on this ship was rusted silly.”

Grogu began to try and scale your armor, babbling as he did in concern. Lowering to your haunches, you scooped him up before getting back to your feet. “Don’t worry, ad’ika, I’m fine. Just a little accident. I bet I look funny, huh?”

He only blinked at you, leaning forward to brace his hands on your cheeks, pushing them back gently as he cooed softly at you with a tilt of his head.

You laughed. “Thank you?” A tingling sensation began to wash over your skin. “Kid?” His eyes slowly drifted shut while yours drifted over to Din. “Mando?”

Coming forward to take the kid gently from your arms, Din spoke softly. “Kid, hey. Grogu.” He didn’t respond, so Din physically removed him from you, watching as he blinked big disoriented eyes before they focused on his helmet. “She’s not hurt, you don’t have to heal her.” Grogu looked over at you, unconvinced. “I think you need a nap.” The child whined, but his eyes could barely stay open as he blinked bleary up at you, holding his arms out toward you.

Laughing softly you took him back from Din, walking up the ramp into the interior of the Crest. “Sleep now, ad’ika. You’ve had a long day. I’ll work on something right over here so I won’t be far, okay?” He was barely awake as you set him in his hammock, falling asleep within seconds.

Din’s footsteps behind you were the only other sound on the ship. “Night, kid.” Reaching out he pressed the button to close the door to the bunk. “You’re good with him.”

You scoffed softly. “He makes it easy.” Turning to the panel you had abandoned when Peli asked you to go in the shaft, you began to work on the wiring again.

“No, I mean, it seems like you’ve done it before. Did you have siblings before….” He didn't finish the sentence.

“Before the Empire basically destroyed everything I knew?” He nodded. “Yes, I did. I don’t know what happened to them. If they got away, or….” You swallowed roughly before letting out a laugh. “Hell, they may be covered in beskar, too, somewhere, and I just don’t know it.” Your grin faltered slightly. “But yes. I had siblings. A family.”

Silence settled comfortably between you before he spoke again, his voice soft. “What’s the name?”

“Of what?” You turned your head to look at him.

“Your home planet.”

Turning back to the wires, you shrugged. “I don’t even know anymore. I was so young. Everything about that place feels like I dreamt it.”

“Distant?” His voice dropped with understanding.

“No.” You smiled sadly to yourself. “Too good to be true.”

“Well you know you’re family to him, right?” You glanced at him over your shoulder, brow raised. “To me?”

“Aliit ori’shya tal’din,” you murmured, nodding gently with the words. (“Family is more than blood.”)

“Aliit ori’shya tal’din,” he repeated.

“Ibic te haat.” ((Lit.) “This is the truth.”/(Approx.) “This is the way.”)

“Ibic te haat.”

You went back to the wires while he lingered by your shoulder. “He doesn’t heal just anybody. Only people he thinks of as family or friends. At least, that’s what it’s seemed like so far.”

“I didn’t know he could do that,” you mused, tugging a cap off a wire.

“I’m surprised Karga didn’t mention it,” he said on a chuckle. “Kid saved his life early on- first time I saw him do it, actually. Now he brags that the kid chose him, or some bantha shit like that.” You both laughed softly.

“While I’ve got you in here,” you dropped the wires, signaling him to follow you. “I got the kitchen/workbench area mostly installed, all that’s left is the sink. I need an extra set of hands, think you could help?”

Only nodding, Din stood on the opposite side of the little basin from you, waiting for instruction.

“The water storage isn't that big, but it refills from condensation off of the….” You stared at the sink blankly for a moment before looking back up at Din. “You know what? I don’t know. Peli talked really fast, and it was a lot of information…. I know how it works, I just couldn’t explain it to you…. But!” You walked over to the toolbox, digging around for what you needed as you continued. “We just need to tighten those bolts underneath, then test for leaks- Ah-ha!” You pulled the tool out that you needed, going back to the sink. “So I’m going to tighten them, and when I ask you to, turn that knob on the wall, then turn the water on. Got it?”

Again, only nodding in response, Din leaned one hip against the counter across from where you were, leaning his elbow on the countertop.

Dropping to the ground with a groan, you squished up under the fixture, turning everything as tight as it would go. “Okay. Try that.”

You heard the valve on the wall squeak as it turned, then the water turned on, the swoosh sound traveling along the wall before it reached the fixture, then all you heard was the hiss as water sprayed everywhere at high pressure around each bolt.

“Dank farrik! Din! Turn it off! Kriff! Son of a mud scuffer!”

Din’s head popped into view after the water went off, his voice warbling on a held back laugh. “Are you okay?”

Pulling a gloved hand down your face, you flicked it toward his visor with a curl of your lip, spraying his helmet with water droplets.

“Today is just not my day,” you mumbled, going back to tighten the bolts further and puffing water off your lips as you did.

“At least it was just water this time and not coolant.”

You leveled a dry glare on him, moving only your eyes his way as you kept at your work under the sink, voice droll. “At least.”

Rising to your feet, you swiped some wet strands of hair back out of your face. “Okay, try that- You know what? Actually, let me.”

Flicking the switch on the wall on, you reached for the movable spout and pulled on the little extendable hose, pointing it directly at Din and pulling the trigger. It hit his beskar with a hollow, drawn out ping until the stream stopped, and you tilted your head. “This was much more satisfying in my mind.” Your eyes flicked up to his helmet. “This probably wasn’t the smartest thing to do, was it?”

“You’re my head of strategy and tactics. You tell me.”

You straightened your head to look up at him. “What are the odds I’m not walking out of here before you do something in retaliation?” Resigned to your fate, it was more of a statement than anything.

His head tilted like yours had been. “I like those odds.”

You both stared at one another for a long moment before jerking into action.

Din was much faster than you. He pulled you down to the floor as you laughed loudly, protesting as he pinned you close to the pipes and loosened one of the bolts, water shooting all over the floor underneath you. Then he grabbed the hose, spraying you like you had him.

You’d just gotten the nozzle turned back on him when the water began to peter out, turning to only drops.

Both of you were breathing hard, chuckles tumbling out in spurts as you stared at each other.

“Happiness looks good on you, Din. You should run for your life more often if it brings you this much joy.”

He snorted out a laugh, shaking his head as he sat across from you in the puddle of water on the floor. Reaching down, he splashed some of it on you, making you drop your jaw in shock, quickly snapping it shut before returning the favor.

The laughter died out on softer chuckles, both of you staring at the other in companionable silence.

“Do you want to go back?”

The question caught you off guard, making you scrunch your nose in confusion. “Back? Back where?”

“Home.”

You arched a brow. “To Mandalore? I mean, yeah, eventually, when it’s safe for you and the kid, but-”

“No, not there. Home.”

“Oh.” You looked down at your hands. “I hadn’t thought about it much.” That’s a lie. You thought about it most nights right before you fell asleep. Your mind would betray you, wandering down long forgotten lanes of memory and nostalgia when your defenses were low.

“That’s a lie,” you admit softly, looking back up into his visor. “I think about it. Often. Not on purpose. Not longingly. Just….” You look back down to your fingers as you worry them, smiling fondly. “I had this place I liked to hide when I’d play with my friends. They never found me. I turned it into my own secret little base of operations. Stored snacks, stashed little treasures like rocks and odds and ends I’d found.”

Your smile slipped slightly. “It’s where I went when…. It was the only time someone found me there. They knocked over my pile of treasures.” You looked back up at his visor with a weak smile. “I know that sounds stupid, with everything that was going on, but…. I just remember,” your gaze flitted over his shoulder, “I got so mad. How dare they.”

Eyes floating back over his T, you let out a huff of broken laughter. “The Mandalorians took care of the troopers before they took me too far. Jet packed me out of there before I could even think to ask about my family. I had no idea what was going on…. By the time I realized, no one knew anything, and we were already in hyperspace.”

“If you remember the name, we can go back-”

“We can’t,” you interrupted. “It doesn’t matter.” Tightening the bolt under the sink needlessly, you spoke quickly. “I appreciate it, Din, I really do, but the Empire erased all mentions of my planet shortly after. All the charts, gone. Only maps of star systems with giant voids where my home used to be.”

Din reached out to put his gloved hand on yours, stilling your movement. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.” You shrugged, turning back to the pipes. “I’m fine.” The tool clicked as it ratcheted the bolt tighter. “I’ve moved on.”

“If it helps, you’ve made this bucket of rust a home for me and the kid.”

Grunting with the last turn of the bolt, you let your arms fall to your lap with a plop. Turning your gaze over to him, you stayed silent.

“Ever since the last Crest was blown up, we haven’t had a stable place. Even Mandalore didn’t feel like home, just somewhere that was safe for the time being. And that safety was mostly due to you.” You looked down at your hands, needlessly studying the tool. “Now, we’ve been on the run for a week in this shitty ship- yes, I said shitty- working to get it livable, and I haven’t felt so at home in months.”

“Din-”

“I’m not done.” You snapped your jaw shut, nodding once. “Before the kid, I was alone. Then it was just me and him. We didn’t need anyone else. Now…. Now I don’t know. Somehow you found a way under my armor, and it’s like I carry you everywhere I go, even when you’re not with me.”

Looking up at him through your lashes, a lopsided grin started up your face. “Are you comparing me to a virus?”

He sighed, sitting back. “One of the nasty ones that’s hard to shake.”

You held a hand over your heart in mock flattery. “Why, I think that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

Both of you laughed softly, Din leaning back on one hand, the other propped up on his bent knee while you sat cross legged, tossing the tool back and forth between your hands.

It was comfortable. You’d never been one for silence, even though the life of a Mandalorian often contained multitudes of it. But as you sat there across from your ruler, your charge, your friend…. The silence almost seemed to flicker, like the birth of a star on some distant chart. Something both foreign and familiar. And you didn’t want to look away.

“You know,” Din began, his voice softer than all the times before, “I know it’s only been a week, and I’ll admit, you drove me absolutely crazy those first few weeks back on Mandalore.” You laughed softly. “But there is no doubt in my mind, after everything we’ve been through in such a short time, and how much Grogu absolutely trusts you and thinks you hung the moon….”

“He’s a good kid,” you mumbled, looking over your shoulder toward the bunk.

“It would be an honor to have you join our clan.”

You froze, your eyes drifting to the side as you stared absently at the wall. “Din, I couldn’t-” You turned to face him again, but he cut you off.

“You have no signet yet. Whatever you choose, I will respect. If you want to forge your own path, that’s fine. But if you want to go forward wearing a mudhorn, nothing you could do would make me regret that.”

You thought for a moment, head tilting as you looked at him. Leaning back, you rested on the palms of your hands behind you. “Anything I do over our time away from Mandalore, I would do in service of the Mand’alor or to protect his clan. I can think of nothing nobler than protecting one’s own.” You bowed your head with a small smile. “I would wear it with honor.”

Din gave a single, firm nod, leaning forward to extend his right hand. You mirrored him, clutching his arm just above his vambrace tightly as he did yours.

“Ni dinui ner runi at gar bal te adiik. Ni ven’cuyi cabur bal aliit. Ni ven’dinui ner oya’cye bah gar.” You grinned at him and winked. “Gar ru’gaanade jatnese be te jatnese.” (“I give my soul to you and the child. I will be protector and family. I give my life for you. You have chosen the best of the best.”)

“Cabur. Aliit. Ni dinui ner runi at gar. Ni ven’cuyi cabur bal aliit. Ni ven’dinui ner oya’cye bah gar.” He tilted his head to the side teasingly. “Gar ru’gaanade jatnese be te jatnese.” (“Protector. Family. I give my soul to you and the child. I will be protector and family. I give my life for you. You have chosen the best of the best.”)

You chuckled. “Only the best will do when it comes to family.”

A soft huff of amusement passed through his modulator. “Couldn’t agree more.”

Just then, Grogu began to climb up over your free arm, babbling about something as he went. “Well, hello there,” you mused quietly with a smile, looking down at him as you cradled him to you with the arm he was scaling. “Did we wake you up by being too loud while we were trying to fix the water?”

Looking over to his father, the child saw your arms still clasped, and his eyes widened. Jumping down out of your arms, he walked over under your grasp, and reached up when he was in the middle with his right hand, almost as if supporting both your arms from below. He looked between the two of you with sparkling eyes and a growing grin.

You were a clan of three.

Xxx

Finishing up the last shelves above the workbench area that also doubled as a small kitchen, you turned your head at the sound of footsteps coming up the ramp.

You smiled when you saw Din making his way toward you, BD running the opposite way down the ramp after helping you get everything level. His visor followed after the droid as they passed, BD looking up at him with a chirp while it continued on, before Din gave a gentle shake of his head in amusement, then turned back to focus on you.

“Just finishing up these shelves then this whole side of the Crest is done.” Turning back to the shelf, you made sure it was stable as you continued. “I thought we could move on to the bunks next, maybe dual task with the cockpit. I think I could drag Peli in here while her droids work outside. We should make a trip to the market for supplies now that we have some storage in case we need to make a run for it anytime. I don’t want to get too comfortable here….”

Looking across your shoulder at him, you arched a brow. “You’re quiet.” Your brows narrowed together. “Even for you.” You turned to face him fully, both brows raising in concern. “Something wrong?”

Glancing down at his hands as he closed the distance left between you, you noticed his right hand splayed fully open, fingers stretched to their limit, before they curled in slowly, making a relaxed fist like his left hand, which clutched something loosely at his side.

Taking your hand in his, he pressed his palm to yours, something with pointed edges digging into the fabric of your glove. “I know it’s not beskar, but until we get back and can do this properly, I hoped this would work.”

Closing your hand around the object, a string hung down haphazardly through your fingers. Pulling your hand toward yourself, you turned your palm up and opened your fingers to reveal a pendant of a mudhorn made from various ship parts.

A gear was the large part of the head, two halves of a broken gear made the jaws, and a few other parts you couldn’t recognize as they were hammered down flat to make up the horn and the rest of the head. The shiny silver caught the light of Tatooine’s dual suns as it poured in from the open ramp and you moved the pendant gently side to side to admire it.

“I made it with…. It’s parts from the Crest and the N1,” he explained, before mumbling, “Shiniest things in this place.”

You laughed. “There’s one thing shiner.” Reaching out you thumped the side of his helmet with your finger, earning you a soft snort of laughter.

“Thank you,” you spoke quietly, studying the T of his visor before looking back down to the pendant in your hand with a lopsided grin. “It’s perfect.”

Slipping the cord over your head, it sat just above your chest plate, over your flight suit, the gleaming metal a sharp contrast to the dark material. Looking down at it, making sure it sat right, you tilted your head back to look at him straight on. “Aliit ori’shya tal’din.” You held his gaze while adding softly, “A clan of three.” (“Family is more than blood.”)

His head tilted to the side just slightly. “Jatnese be te jatnese.” (“The best of the best.”)

Xxx

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Ignihyde: Snowy Days

So Ortho is totally platonic in this part! Also I definitely recommend reading it since Idia and Ortho’s parts kinda go together. They can be read separately, but I wrote them to be read together.

Disclaimer: All characters in this series are aged up. For more information about my version of this world and the type of reader you can expect, please do a quick read of THIS post.

Ignihyde: Snowy Days

There was something to be said about those in Ignihyde’s dorm; they didn’t like doing fun winter activities. They enjoyed the cold and how it was good for their electronics, but actually going out and having fun was something foreign to them. The only one who seemed to be excited at the first falling of snow was Ortho who had a childlike wonder about it and all the things he could do, but he never actually got to do the fun things he dreamed of due to having nobody to do it with. This had to change.

Idia Shroud

You knew something had to be changed once you saw how sad Ortho looked. He had been messaging you earlier about wanting to go out and build a snowman with you and his brother, but Idia was being stubborn again. You walked into the dorm just to watch Ortho knocking on Idia’s door.

“Do you want to build a snowman, brother?” Ortho asked, shuffling outside the door on his jets, “Ramshackle’s prefect is here…” Ortho managed to say and you heard something from inside the room, “Please?” Ortho said and you could tell whatever was being said was negative. Ortho looked down before turning, noticing you arrived.

“You’re here!” Ortho said happily, flying over to you, “I am sorry, but Idia won’t be joining us.” Ortho said, making you chuckle.

“Yes he is, don’t be silly, Ortho.” You said before humming, “Why don’t you put on some winter clothes. I know you don’t get cold, but it makes the atmosphere better, right?” You said and Ortho looked confused.

“Sure…but Idia said he wouldn’t be going and I couldn’t sense any lies from him.” Ortho said and you hummed.

“Sense any lies from me?” You asked, leaning down to face him. Ortho looked at you, before his eyes widened.

“If you insist, then I shall get changed.” Ortho said as he left you in the hall. You approached Idia’s door and knocked on it, announcing your presence.

“Alright Idia, imma give you to the count of three to open the door for me.” You said, knowing it was locked since Ortho didn’t just barge right in there.

“I’m not going out there; it’s too cold.” Idia groaned, from behind his door.

“Good news, the invention of a coat has been around for centuries just for these weather conditions.” You said, before clearing your throat. “One!” You said, and Idia shouted to go away, “Two!” You said louder, waiting to see if he’d be smart. It was silent and he clearly hadn’t gotten up, “Three!”

Fun thing about Idia was, despite how much technology he had, he had one simple flaw. His door was just that…a door. No specialized locks or mechanisms. No metal paneling on the inside. It was just a normal door. Which meant when your foot violently kicked it, with all the force you could muster, it just slammed right open and broke off a hinge or two. It was also an old door. You knew he could afford to get a new one, so you didn’t feel bad at all.

“What the fuck!” Idia said, looking horrified that you literally broke his door down.

“I gave you the count of three, didn’t I?” You asked, walking over to his desk and putting your hand on it.

“You broke my door.” Oh, now he was annoyed.

“You broke your brother’s little heart. I think my crime is forgivable, in comparison.” You said, placing a hand over your chest, “Now come on, put on some warm clothes and then we’ll leave.” You said, making Idia groan.

“Fine…” he murmured, getting up and going to his closet. He managed to find an even bigger and fluffier jacket than what he normally wore. He tossed his other jacket off, but before he could put on the new one, you had walked over to him. He hummed, looking down at you before noticing you placed your hands on his chest.

“I promise I’ll give you a reward, if you stay out with us for an hour.” You told him. He felt his cheeks warming up at your proximity and his blue hair flickered the same shade of pink at the ends.

“I uh what do you…” Idia said before you cut him off with a quick kiss to his lips.

“There, a sneak preview. Now come on, Ortho is probably waiting at the entrance.” You said, patting his chest and leaving.

Ortho Shroud

Ortho was almost vibrating from excitement as you all made your way out to the fields of the school. Since most people were long gone for the holidays, it left you guys and a handful of other students. Thankfully, for Idia at least, this meant nobody would be outside to witness unless they decided they needed to take a stroll at this exact moment.

“Ah! What should we do first?” Ortho asked, as he ran over to you. He had been smart and changed into his athletic gear so his blasters wouldn’t melt all the snow around him. The snow crunched under him and he seemed to find it fascinating, stomping a bit to hear the noise more.

“How about we build a snowman together? We brought supplies to decorate it, after all.” You said, holding up the bag you brought from Ramshackle. Ortho buzzed happily while looking around; the small boy pointed at an area across the fields.

“There, that would be perfect over there!” Ortho said and Idia sighed.

“Wouldn’t it be fine anywhere?” Idia asked, as Ortho hummed, before shaking his head.

“We need to make sure it's flat so we don't have to worry about rolling the larger balls up the hill, and we need to check to make sure when the wind blows that the snow from the trees won’t fall onto it. So over there is best.” Ortho concluded. The three of you made your way over, for the most part, it was pretty easy.

Ortho had the strength to help lift the larger balls on top of the snowman, and soon you had a pretty good looking one. You finished it up with the eyes, nose, and of course a top hat. You stood there and smiled at your creation…well two of you did.

“Is that all? Can we go back inside?” Idia sighed, watching his breath fan out. You huffed as you shook your head. You loved the man at times, and he did make Ortho happy, but god damn was he hard to convince to have fun if it didn’t involve video games. You couldn’t help, but ball up some snow and toss it at his face.

Idia froze for a moment, blinking as the snow fell off his face. He then turned to you with a glare, “What was that for?” Idia said and you snickered.

“Oh, I was just thinking a snowball fight would be an amazing way to spend time out here…right Ortho?” You said, chuckling at how annoyed Idia looked.

“A snowball fight! Thank sounds like so much fun…can we, big brother?” Ortho asked, Idia couldn’t exactly say no…but not for normal reasons. Idia grabbed a ball of snow and tossed it at you, as hard as he could. It slammed into your chest and that was it.

Ortho, being the good boy he was, just laughed while chucking snowballs at everyone, meanwhile his brother and friend were currently trying to murder each other, with hurling balls of packed snow at one another.

It took an hour, before you guys decided to call it quits, the snow freezing your entire body as you made your way over to Ramshackle. Your dorm would sadly be warmer than Ignihyde with the fireplace roaring at all times this time of year.

Ortho chuckled as he opened the door for you and Idia, both shivering from the cold. Idia walked in first, but Ortho stopped you, before you could enter.

“Hey, whatcha need, bud?” You asked Ortho who tugged at your jacket.

“I wanted to thank you for helping get Idia out and playing with us…” Ortho said and you swore your heart leapt out of your chest. You chuckled and bent down, giving the robot child a kiss on the forehead.

“Anything for my little brother.”

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do you have favourite Crocodile face?

the one he makes at the end of chapter 540, vol. 55 is seared straight into my soul. he almost went }:3 and I cannot deal with it like a normal human being. I love his facial expressions, those sad eyebrows are *chef's kiss* 💚🐊

Ah yes, this one, right?

It's a hilarious expression and definitely an underrated one kjshdfjgkghf Like we've seen him smiling plenty of times before this, with that classic evil grin we all know and love, so something about this panel is so funny to me, like if it wasn't for the hollow look in his eyes he'd look almost mischievous here and I love that. He's up to no good and he knows it dsjkfhgshdfghkdjf

IDK if I have a favorite expression from Crocodile, typically my favorites are just the really meme'able, funny expressions and this man does not have any of those to offer (which is fine really), and really every panel he appears in during Impel Down + Marineford are fantastic, Oda kept us so well-fed

I think I'll give a shout-out to this panel though, because while I think this man was already irreversibly changing my brain chemistry (while I was falling down the Crocodad Rabbithole and re-reading Marineford obsessively), I think this is the panel that finally kind of broke me

Like I think it was this panel (from chapter 577) that finally made me go "wait, am I losing it or is Crocodile kinda handsome" lmfao

#Moon posting #Asks #Sir Crocodile #Breaking my ''one ask per day'' rule because I can't be bothered to post something proper today #Similar shout out to chapter 566 when Croc stops Ace's execution #That fucking close-up panel of his face is just. Oh no #It's just so funny though because like. Frankly Alabasta Crocodile could be so fucking ugly sometimes #And Toei REALLY DID NOT DO THIS MAN ANY JUSTICE EVER #John Toei looked at Crocodile and decided they were going to make him the ugliest motherfucker on the fucking planet #Literally Ep 1086 is the first time Toei actually did this poor bastard justice. He looks more like Marineford Croc than current Manga Croc #Meanwhile Oda decided to make him the most handsome man on the planet in Marineford for no reason other than he could #And while I've rewatched Summit War a few times I had NEVER gone back to re-READ the arc #You think 13-year old me in the year 2008 had any interest in this middle aged man? OF COURSE NOT #I'm just saying. I think the whiplash of ''Sir Crocodile Handsome?'' that I'm still recovering from is justified

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dinkedupfink · 1 year

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eleventh doctor x gn! reader

character: 11th doctor (doctor who)

request? no

wrote like the last part of this half asleep so im sorry if it kinda sucks lololol

There was rarely a moment where you had nothing to do with the doctor around - but rare didn't mean never, in fact, at the moment you were just scrolling through your phone with nothing to do.

The doctor was under the control panel of the tardis, occupying himself with whatever new fix or upgrade he had to do to it, and you were sitting on the stairs that lead from the panel to who-knows-where. There wasn't much noise other than the low humming of the tardis, the doctors occasional banging two devices that you could never even begin to understand the function of together, and a few videos from your phone.

You got bored of your phone pretty quick and put it back in your pocket before hopping down the stairs to the doctor. Finding a place to sit, you settled down cross legged with your elbows on your legs and head in your hands.

Staring at the doctor was something that wasn't too rare of a sight when you got bored, and it was the most that you thought you’d ever let your romantic affection shine through.

Yes, romantic. You’d had a crush on the doctor for quite a while now, but you weren't going to tell him that - no way, firstly, crushes was what you’d say if you were what, 7? And secondly, he probably didn't like you back in that way, and being friends with him was enough for you if you had to be.

Today though, it was different. Instead of just letting you carry on staring and minding his business, he looked over at you with a lost face. He put down his gadgets and walked over to where you were sitting. The place you were sitting was technically the floor, but it wasn't under the control panel, so it was higher, and it went up to around the doctor's waist.

When he stopped right in front of you, he first put his hands together, before putting them somewhere else, and then finally deciding to cross them with a little frustrated noise.

“Why do you stare at me so much? I mean- not that it's a problem, except if i was a karmot, then it would definitely be a problem, they take it as a serious crime- wait no back to my question. Why?” he said, sounding like he’d been thinking about it hard, which came as a bit of a surprise to you, since it looked like he didn't even notice most of the time.

“You just have a nice face” you said with a shrug, which wasn't very out-of-character of you, but still dusted his cheeks a bit pink since it was the first time it was directed at him. You could be very blunt at times, pointing out if you thought something was nice, even when it would embarrass most normal people to say it.

He uncrossed his arms before putting one hand on his hip and the other combing through his hair, and released a sigh. It was times like these where he just wanted to give you a big smooch on the lips, but did not because he just didn't know your feelings for him. Even with your straightforward nature, you were surprisingly hard to read, and it was part of what intrigued him about you.

Suddenly, he put his arms down on the floor at your sides, looking directly into your eyes and you felt yourself slowly heat up, your eyes widen, and your jaw clenching slightly. He didn't usually come this close to your face. You also took your hands away from your face and put them down into your lap, fiddling with your fingers.

A moment or two went by before he finally broke the silence with a phrase you’d never thought hearing from him of all people aimed at you.

“I love you.”

When your jaw dropped slightly, he slowly raised a hand to hold the side of your face, observing your reaction. “You- you mean it?” you said slowly, still processing the words in your head and making sure that you didn't mishear it for something else.

With a light smile he gave you a little nod, and you put your forehead down against his, raising one of your hands to put it on top of the one holding your face.

“I love you too.” you answered, now smiling softly down at him. He smiled back and non-verbally asked permission when his eyes darted down to your lips for a second before looking back into yours, and when all you did was widen your smile, he took it as a yes and locked your lips with his.

It was slow and soft, showing only the love that you and him felt for each other, and he honestly just thought about how he should've told you sooner with how good your lips felt against his. Pulling away, he just grinned and you returned with an equally as happy smile of your own.

“So why’d you decide to tell me now?” you asked, still looking into his eyes with love but an underlying layer of confusion in yours, and he thought of why. Why was it? Was it because of that gaze which anyone but him of course would mistake for just curiosity, but it had a hint of longing? Was it the way that the soft tardis lights shined just the right way on your face and made it even more ethereal than usual? But he didn't really care, just happy with how it turned out.

His grin turned into a smile, and all he said was “There was about a 50 percent chance that you’d reject me, and a 50 percent chance you wouldn't, so I decided ‘why not take the risk?’”

#doctor who #11th doctor #dw #gn reader #11th doctor x reader #eleventh doctor x reader

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fxlling13 · 2 years

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What you deserve.

13 x fem reader

Warnings: smut, violence???

Synopsis: the doctor takes you to a party. However, you see something that makes you not so happy.

"A party?" Anyone could hear the questioning tone in yasmines voice. Though, I couldn't blame her as both Dan and I were just as confused.

"Not just any party. A royal wedding." The doctor sounded extremely enthusiastic about her idea and whilst it sounded great, our plans usually turned south.

"How do we know a bunch of sontarons won't ambush us mid event?" Accent strong, Dan crossed his arms, his brows raised in skepticism.

"Well you could always bring your wok?" It was hard not to laugh at yazs' comment and he sent a glare her way.

"Hey, this event is fixed. Meaning nothing will change." She told us, leaning on the console with confidence.

"And that's definite?" I asked, looking at her with amusement. Mouth scrunching up slightly, the doc huffed.

"Ninety-nine point nine, nine ni-"

"OK ok! We'll go!" Dan laughed, putting his hands up in defeat. Jumping up, the doctor ran around, flicking levers and pushing buttons. Eventually, the ship took off with the engines whirring powerfully. Watching from the side, I admired the blonde as she piloted her ship with ease. The look of concentration on her face, her slender hands taking control of the situation so easily and the way her tongue poked out the corner of her-

"Nice view?" Flinching from the sudden voice, my head shot left and I saw yaz trying not to laugh. Growing embarrassed that I had been caught, I cleared my throat and tried to look inconspicuous.

"I'm just, watching how to do it, kinda." My failed attempt at a smooth recovery only resulted in her cackling quietly.

"Oh stop it. You don't have to pretend. Anyone can see it." Blinking at the taller, my eyes shot left to right.

"See what?"

"That your pining after her." Dan suddenly appeared on my other side and I groaned in frustration.

"I'm that obvious?" They looked at each other and shared a look of agreement.

"To us you are. She's either really oblivious or just pretending not to see it." Taking in her words, I peered back over to the doctor and saw her inputing some details into the console.

"Are you gonna tell her?" Sighing, I shook my head and looked at Dan sadly.

"Theres no point."

"Well why not?" Before I could respond to him, the doctor came bounding over to our little huddle.

"You're all very quiet, sharing secrets?" None of us replied, looking around her with big eyes and sealed lips. After a minute of silence, she shrugged and broke out into a smile.

"Never mind. We'll land soon, go get ready and we'll meet back here in fifteen minutes." Shocked, we looked at each other.

"What's the dress code?" Yaz was wary, not wanting to be too over or too under dressed.

"Elegant, black tie? Go with that."

After rifling through the wardrobe, that was naturally installed within the tardis, I decided on a short, silky, sky blue dress. With matching Mary Jane heels. Very cute, classy but all dressy. There was a lace panel just below the bust which, was slightly low cut. It fell just above my mid-thigh and I finished it off with a pendant. In all honesty, I wasn't the most confident and it felt as though I genuinely looked disgusting. Maybe it was all in my head but hey, I couldn't fix that view myself. Brushing the cherry gloss across my lips, I added a spray of perfume before heading back out to the console room. No one else was there yet, just me. I was thankful for that and stood next to the console, grazing my hand over the miniature tardis figure that spun round at any mention of danger. Letting out a sound of recognition, I beamed up at the sentient space ship. Footsteps echoed from a distant hallway and they were drawing closer, quickly.

"I do not remember these being this difficult, where did my elastic one go? I swear this ship will be the death...of...me." The doctors words faded out as she stepped into the room. Golden eyes landed on my figure and I suddenly became even more self conscious. For a moment we stared at each other. My eyes wondered over her body without me even realising. She was wearing loose black pants the cinched in at the waist. A cream shirt was tucked in, not so neatly but then again, this was the doctor. The top three buttons were undone and a black tie, yet to be fastened, hung round her neck. Of course, she wore a long, ebony suit jacket to finish it off. Clearly, she loved that style. Finally, the doctor moved and walked up to me.

"You look-" She paused, looking me up and down several times.

"Awful?" I finished for her, giving off an awkward laugh and gazing down at the ground. Brows furrowed, the blonde reached up and ran her fingers through my long hair.

"I was going to say beautiful." Blushing, I think you could see the disbelief written on my face by the look she gave me.

"I'll give hell to anyone who tells you otherwise." Grinning at me, I felt myself relaxing somehow. Gaining a little confidence, I took her hand from my head and held it between us.

"You scrub up nicely doctor." Suprised at my compliment, a small smirk settled on her lips. Now my attention was on them, a thought came to mind.

"Actually doctor, would you like some lip gloss?" Taking a step back, she thought for a moment before nodding. So, I moved away and went back to collect it.

Once I had returned, the others were waiting now as well. They looked just as fancy and smiled at me once I'd appeared. Yaz saw what I was holding and nudged Dan slightly so he'd notice as well.

"Hey doctor, we'll land us okay?" The doctor looked up and saw me, nodding at them once she did. Pulling me off to the side, I could faintly hear them arguing about who was in control. Obviously yaz.

"Want me to fix your tie first?" I offered, seeing as it was still undone.

"Oh, yes please." Handing her the gloss, I began to button up her shirt. Ignoring the way my fingers brushed against her collar bones, I swallowed down my nerves. I was so close to her and her scent surrounded me. Old books and custard creams. She was gazing down at me with a slight intensity, a power we all knew she possessed. Taking hold of the material, I began to knot it correctly and pull it into a tie. Straightening it out, my hands ran down her front tentivley so that it looked presentable.

"Sorry." I spoke quietly, nervous she'd feel invaded or exposed.

"Its quite alright love." My head shot up, only to see a smug expression on her face. Had she been looking at me like that the whole time? Raising her hand, she handed me back the pastel tube before I had time to think. Opening it up, I began to apply a thin layer to her lips with precision. Though, I was shaking slightly. Luckily, I got it done neatly.

"There, all done."

"You know, there was another way I could of gotten some." The doctor said casually. Confused, I looked up at her until it clicked. Maybe. Surely she didn't mean-

"After all, you've got enough on to share." Not giving me any time to recover, she bounced back over to the controls just in time for us landing. Collecting myself, I went over to the small group.

"So, I think we should stick together?" The doctor suggested, stuffing her hands into her pockets. Yaz looked at me with an expression I couldn't read before linking arms with dan.

"I'll go with dan, have fun!" She practically dragged him out, not giving us any choice in the matter. Turning to me, the doctor held out her hand and I took it instantly. Together, we walked out of the tardis and into the biggest ballroom I'd ever seen. There were golden pillars in each corner of the octagonal shaped room. A large window was in the centre so we had a veiw of the universe outside. It wad beautiful. She lead me over to a quieter corner, where we could watch people dancing, interacting and other celebrations going on.

"I'll go get us drinks alright, stay here." Nodding at her, the taller strolled across the room and over to, what looked to be, a bar. There was a male behind the counter, with orange skin and spikes for hair. The place was full of a variety of aliens, including myself I supposed. To them at least, humans were the aliens. Glancing up, I immediately saw how the man had taken hold of her hand and they seemed to be laughing together. She looked really happy. Of course. Why did it even cross my mind that she'd want me. A stupid little human who follows her every call because, why? Because I fell in love at first sight and I can't tell my pathetic heart how to behave. Seeing him lean in closer, I grew angry and balled up my fists. I didn't need to see this. Turning my back to the scene, I took a deep breath and rubbed my face harshly. Stupid, stupid,stupid.

"Hey. Sorry that took a while." The doctors voice came from behind me.

"Everything okay?" Snatching the drink from her, I spoke more harshly than intended.

"Absolutely perfect." Eyes widening, I ignored the doctors startled look and tool a sip of my drink. I think she began to explain what it was but I wasn't listening. He was still looking at her. Why was he staring at her? Gripping onto my glass so tightly, a few people around us gasped once it shattered in my hold. The doctor apologised before giving me a stern look.

"What's the matter?" Not saying anything, she grew impatient and grabbed my wrist. Ignoring my protests, she pulled me out into the corridor so we were alone.

"Tell me what's wrong."

"Theres nothing wrong!" I yelled in defence, finding the carpet particularly interesting to look at. All of a sudden, her hands were on my shoulders, pushing me against the wall. Now trapped between her and the tapestry, I had no choice but to see her face. It made me cringe internally, begging myself not to blush or give it away.

"I'm going to ask you one more time. What's going on?" Tone demanding, I pressed my lips together in resilience. Nothing could make me tell her, it would ruin everything. Once she found out, things would be awkward and- Every thought I had melted away as I felt her lips press against my own rather roughly. Nevertheless, I kissed back instantly, body practically reduced to putty. It was intense, we moulded together perfectly. I could feel each one of my defenses dropping. Sadly, she pulled away, leaving me breathless.

"Tell me." Tears welled up in the corners of my eyes. Surely if she did that, the feeling had to be mutual. Or was she just that cruel?

"He was flirting with you. And you looked happy about it." Letting go of my shoulders, I slumped down as the doctor looked thoroughly confused.

"What are you- oh. You mean, the bartender?" She questioned, gazing at me with intent. Nodding, I sniffled slightly and hugged myself for comfort.

"He was touching you and you were laughing." Cupping my cheeks, the doctor lifted my head and gave me the most heartfelt smile I'd ever seen.

"What am I going to do with you huh?" Bewildered, i tilted my head in her hold. Much to my pleasure, she pulled me in for another kiss which I reciprocated immediately. My arms wrapped around her neck, drawing her in closer. Our bodied were pressed against each other, no room remaining. Unfortunately, I had to breath so it was cut much too short for my liking.

"It was you. Always you. I don't care about anyone else, especially not a man." Hearing her confession, I threw myself at her and held on tightly. I'd been dreaming of hearing that for months. Encircling my waist with her arms, she lifted me with ease and pressed my back onto the wall once again. Pulling back from the hug, I stared down at her (due to now being at a higher level).

"So, you get jealous easily?" Rolling my eyes, I huffed a little.

"I had every right to be. He was all over you." Smirking, the doctor tutted playfully.

"Less of the attitude." Feeling challenged, I tangled my hand in the tie, pulling her closer. A gasp escaped her lips at the sudden movement and cut of oxygen. My legs wrapped round her waist to add fuel to fire.

"Or what doctor?"

"You really wanna know?" Her voice was an octave lower as she mumbled against my lips. Instead if a verbal response, I just nod and tried not to seem too disappointed when she put me down. However, she did intertwine our fingers and drag me along until we got back to the tardis. I barely had time to process her flipping a switch as I found myself being taken into her room and the door slammed behind us. Sitting herself down on the bed, she pat her lap expectantly. Not needing to be told twice, I straddled her thighs and wasted no time in accepting her invitation of another kiss. Our tongues clashed as I pushed the coat off of her shoulders. Throwing it off to the side, the doctors hands wandered across my body and up my chest.

"Dont think I didn't notice how you were looking at me." She stated, beginning to kiss down my neck.

"Or the way you felt me up." All I could do was hum in response as she nipped at the skin, proceeding to leave adequate size marks in her path. Pulling on her tie, it came loose enough for me to rip it off. As her fingers fumbled with the zipper of my dress, we parted ways to catch our breaths. The dress fell from shoulders, leaving my front exposed. I felt myself turn red from this, the doctor was staring intensely. To distract myself from this, I wrapped the tie round the back of her neck and jerked her forward rather aggressively. All she did was chuckle in response, hands crawling up my front and her forehead pressing against my own. Finding my hips, she sat me on her left thigh. Getting impatient, I trailed kisses down her neck, settling at the crook of her neck and biting down gently. The doctor groaned quietly, digging her nails into the now exposed flesh of my hips. When did she lift my dress? That didn't matter, all I was focused on was marking up the side of her neck. At some point, she had begun to rock my hips backwards and forwards. The motion elected a moan from me and I could tell she was smirking. Trying to focus, I searched blindly for the buttons on her shirt and practically tore them apart.

"Now, now love. Don't be too hasty." Ignoring her words, I hurled the garment across the room but froze suddenly. The doctor had grabbed my wrists, causing me to look at her expectantly.

"I said, slow down. Relax." Taking a deep breath, I wrapped my arms round her neck and smiled shyly.

"I'm sorry." Shaking her head, she laughed and released my hands. Kissing my lips softly, I barely had enough time to register the doctor operating my hips again. My moans were swallowed down as the kiss grew more intense. Pathetically, I whimpered, my head falling down against her shoulder. Grip becoming firmer and the movements harsher.

"Relax, you're doing so well." My heart fluttered at the compliment, nails pressing into her back. Something clicked in her brain and the doctor smiled smugly. Picking up the pace, she spoke smoothly into my ear.

"Such a good girl hm?" Whining, I nod dumbly and bit down on her shoulder. Grunting, the blonde bucked her thigh up and I came suddenly with a cry of her name. It took a minute to catch my breath and the doctor cupped my cheeks lovingly.

"You okay love?" Nodding, I beamed as she kissed my lips repeatedly. I squeaked as she flipped us, laying me down on the bed and hovering over me.

"Dont relax too much. We're not done here."

Nestled in the dark blue sheets, I watched as the doctor fastened up her boots loosely. Her shirt was only partially done up and her hair wasn't the neatest. Sitting up, I pulled her close and ran my fingers through the blonde locks to make it presentable.

"Dont be too long." Smiling, she leant down to kiss my lips before heading for the door.

"I'll grab yaz and Dan, come back then we'll be off and I'll be right here for as long as you like." She reassured me before disappearing. Sighing happily, I stretched out before hopping up and putting some cosy pyjamas on.

Making her way through the crowded ballroom, the doctor searched around for her companions.

"Where did you disappear off to pretty lady?" Freezing, she turned to see the barman from earlier.

"That's none of your concern." Giving him a polite smile, she went to leave but instead got stopped yet again.

"Oh but I thought we were getting along well?" There was a tone of flirting in his voice and it caused the woman to cringe.

"You thought wrong then, clearly. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to find my friends." Scoffing, the man looked her up and down, taking in her appearance.

"Are your standards that low you fucked an earth worm?" Eyes narrowing, the doctor stepped closer. Tilting her head up towards the creature, she sucked in a shirt breath.

"I'm sorry?"

"Come on. I saw you whisk that human away. Why would you even bother with such a lowly species?" The doctor felt her eye twitched but kept her cool up.

"I dont care for your opinions." Giving out a 'tch', it moved forward and grinned, sharp teeth showing.

"And I don't care for the opinions of women. Especially women who mess around with little earth girls." Her jaw clenched, nails digging into her palm. It was never this hard when she was a man. Then, she used to be able to do whatever without complaint.

"Shut your mouth."

"I'd understand if she was a looker. But it was hideous to see. Are you that desperate that you settled for a worthless ug-" having enough, she finally snapped and punched him right across the face. He fell to the floor with a harsh thud, alerting the people around.

"Doctor!" Yaz called out in shock, having just seen the whole thing. Both companions rushed to her side, looking at the man on the ground. The doctor chuckled at his expression, crouching down to his level.

"Sorry, were you saying something about her?" Quickly, he shook his head in hopes of not aggravating her further. Giving off a fake smile, she stood once again.

"Have a good day sir. Come on you two." The doctor was patronising him, she became cheerful once her attention focused in on her friends. Giving them no time to comprehend what just happened, they followed her back to the tardis.

"Doctor? What happened?" Dan asked, eyeing her up and down. Pulling out the tardis key, she looked at them both.

"What do you mean?" She opened the door and walked in, immediately starting up the machine to take off.

"Well for someone who's against violence, that looked pretty, well, violent." He continued, crossing his arms with an accusing look. Once the ship had taken off, the doctor tucked hands away into her pockets and looked between them both.

"Somtimes, people deserve it." She said with a sigh, leaning back against the console. Yaz raised her eyebrows.

"So, what have you been up to?" Rolling her eyes, the blonde waved them off and headed for the corridor.

Upon hearing the door open, I sat up smiling.

"I dont know if you wear pyjamas but I got you some out. Just incase you wanted to." Picking them up, she changed into them. I watched shamelessly. No point in being shy now. Once finished, the doctor climbed into the bed beside me.

"You took a while. Everything okay?" Humming, she slipped her arms round my waist and rested her head on my chest.

"Yes, I just punched someone." Eyes widening, I almost jumped up; if it wasn't for her laying on me.

"You what? Doctor!" I scolded, confused as to why on earth she'd ever do that. First time that we met, she gave us the lecture on never hurting anyone.

"He deserved it. Said some things." Now even more confused, I began to thread my fingers through her short hair.

"What did he say that was so bad you punched him?" I asked, wanting the full picture. This was very unlike her.

"He was talking nonsense. About you mainly. I'm not going to let that happen." Feeling touched, I let out a small laugh then kissed her head.

"I dont deserve you doctor."

"I'm exactly what you deserve."

#doctor who x y/n #doctor who #the doctor x reader #thirteenth doctor x reader #13th doctor x reader #13th doctor smut #13th doctor x reader smut

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the-magpie-archives · 1 year

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Okay so this October just gone I went to a panel at comicon that Jonathan Sims was speaking at, and it was great! I'm obviously a fan of his work and some other great writers were on it too, so I really enjoyed it. During this panel, Jonathan said something along the lines of 'A really unnerving piece of cover art can go a long way to prime your audience'. So I thought "huh yeah that makes sense!" yknow, however the phrase goes, we all do judge a book by it's cover to some extent and it definitely helps to be in the right mood for what you're about to read. But I don't think I really fully understood until just now exactly how right he was.

I'm a uni student so obviously I'm pretty broke, but I'd been wanting to read Thirteen Storeys for ages, so you can imagine my excitement when I found a second hand copy for £1.50! It wasn't in the great condition, but it was good enough, and I'd take any hardcover for that price!

The arrival of the book happened to coincide with my sleep schedule being even more messed up than usual, but this was kinda welcome in context! I love horror, but I read a lot of it so I'm a little desensitised; this combined with doing ghost hunting for fun means that horror media is the best for me when I'm sleep deprived and on edge.

As expected from the first couple chapters the writing was excellent and the story delightfully engaging, but to my pleasant surprise it was really quite creepy! And made all the more enjoyable by how relatable it is. For some reason though, chapter three really got under my skin. Stuff with kids freaks me out in general, that creeping sense of dread as the story builds up to its climax, and an odd memory from (much hated) church as a child all built together to make it stick in my mind for the entire day, and following night.

I mostly read late at night so when I picked the book up again to carry on, I was still thinking about chapter three, still freaked out, and still sleep deprived as hell. I kept thinking about the woman I bought the book from, I'm not sure why. I guess I was thinking about kids and wondering if she had any that would've messed with the book to get it into that condition, but whatever. I kept reading, enjoying it just as much, if not more for the lingering taste of chapter three.

By the time I put the book down it was around 3am, and i was pleasantly spooked enough to go to sleep. I don't know why but I stopped for a moment to look at the cover, partially examining the marks and scratches, partially admiring the design.

That's when I saw 'PENNY' written messily on the back and when I tell you my heart DROPPED. I don't know what I thought! But my 3am mind was racing, scared as FUCK. Had this random woman's kid read the book? Had they just decided to scribble out the first name they read when they opened it? Why that one!?!? Why could it not be LITERALLY ANY OTHER NAME???

And that is when I realised that it is PART OF THE FUCKING COVER ART. Well played Sims, well fucking played. In one simple design detail I was forced through the entire emotional journey of the story again in SECONDS. I could've dropped dead. (though to be honest, someone found dead clutching a copy of the book would probably be good publicity considering).

So yeah, moral of the story? Good cover art can do ALL MANNERS OF THINGS to your audience. For my sake, use it wisely.

#Jonathan Sims deserves to know that the cover art of his book scared me in that moment more than I've been scared by real actual ghosts #Kudos to whoever thought of that because holy fucking shit #It genuinely had me terrified and nothing does that these days #It's also worth noting that I wrote this post like‚ just after it'd happened‚ hence the aggression 💀#I forgot about it for a few months but I think it's funny so it's coming out of the drafts #thirteen storeys #Jonathan Sims #Jonny sims #horror books #horror writing

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captmickey · 1 month

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Noticing the “Open” sign on your shop, I mosey in to talk.

- Favourite act of Three Adventurers?

- The secrets to bear in mind when mapping out a comic page?

- Creativity is most fun when ________.

- Share a behind the scenes moment from your art/writing. (I blank out if asked questions like this, but maybe one will come to mind while answering another question?)

- If you were a fan creating a favourite quotes page from your works, what would be some of the quotes you’d collect?

-How far can Link’s ears toggle? What is the range of those things?

(Pick and choose any of the above!)

1 - Favourite act of Three Adventurers? Ooooh... hmm, I feel like it'll change as I go further down the line, but so far it's a tie between acts 5 and 7. Five because it forced me to get creative with how to distinguish the boys when they're one person (and I'm sorry, but I love Effie so much and I miss her as well as Giggle). Seven because I really did try to do better with pacing, I got to explore more with Guybrush within 3adv, how all of ya'll reacted towards Mako (and me clapping my hands like a seal with each week), and because I FINALLY got to do the cool action shot I've been dying to do since I started 3adv- which was Graham shooting the ice arrow as he's shot out of the water.

2 - The secrets to bear in mind when mapping out a comic page? DO. NOT. CLUTTER. LESS IS MORE. I have to scream that at myself and then go "Can this panel, if it's not working for the page, be pushed to the next page? Does it add anything? Can it be scrapped? Can a different panel be scrapped or even merged?" and go from there. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't, but I try to make my panels cohesive and not a jumble of too many panels. Also reeeeeeeally helps to have the speech bubbles easy to follow and lead the eye. I read it somewhere once and it kinda lived in my head ever since.

3 - Creativity is most fun when ________. When you do it for yourself. I know it's more appealing and even rewarding when others respond or give feedback (I'd be a liar if I didn't admit of being guilty of wanting it), but it's super important and critical and even liberating when you create things for yourself first. I read somewhere, I think it was Alex Hirsch or Rebecca Sugar (or both and I'm combining the two) how when they made their shows, they did it as a something that they wanted to see and refused to budge for the fans, so I take that to heart when I make things. It might not be everyone's cup of tea, it might even anger or frustrate or have them throw a fit how it's not what they want... but when I'm making things for myself, it becomes way more fun and I don't feel so pressured. I even might surprise myself with what I'm able to pull off and that, as a creator, is so much fun.

4 - Share a behind the scenes moment from your art/writing. I have too many, ha ha. But one in particular was how I recently broke out of a writer's block of sorts of Act 8 of 3adv. Mainly I was on my way to work and honestly it was just.... a very ridiculous Looney Tunes-esqe kind of scenario with Guybrush that made me burst out loud in the car that I had to share with my sister (she is the only one that knows the entire spoiler for all of 3adv and tragically the one I bombard for feedback) and she, bless her so much, slam-dunked with an even dumber idea that made us both laugh super hard and things began to click so perfectly that I got to writing again after um... actively avoiding it. So when the act drops, and you see a joke that seems almost TOO cartoonish.... I apologize in advance.

5 - If you were a fan creating a favourite quotes page from your works, what would be some of the quotes you’d collect? You're really making me go through my works aren't ya? Ha ha, lets see.... off the top of my head that is posted and not, y'know, a WIP. From Act 7: The pirate’s jaw tightened slightly before he gave a smile that dripped with venomous resentment. “I did, actually. In fact, I’d say I thought it rather well considering you were more focused on beating me up both physically AND emotionally! Wow, who’d a thought a simple pirate such as myself could do such a thing!” From Perspective: Number Two slammed the final nail in the coffin as Number One bursted out laughing, unable to contain himself. Did that boy really bring that in and thought it was a ticket? Who was the trickster that convinced him it was one?! The other guards laughed alongside him, but he simply had to leave the Theater out of fear that he would appear to be more unprofessional than he already was, laughing the whole way out.

From This Can Be Explained: “Okay, so don’t freak out–”

“Guybrush, there’s a dead body on the floor! How can I not freak out?!” Link shouted. From Sea of Adventurers: “Although… you two made it very clear that the seas doesn’t run in your veins.”

“How so?” Graham asked, sounding somewhat insulted, even though it was the truth.

“You two screamed the entire journey from where you initially washed up to this town when you witnessed the kraken and sharks.” The Pirate Lord explained. “You also crashed your ship repeatedly into the deck, anchored in the wrong place and at one point managed to set it on fire.”

There are more quote that I'm blanking out on... but I am curious what ya'lls favorite quotes are.

6 - How far can Link’s ears toggle? What is the range of those things? Pretty expressive! But mostly it goes up and down, not back and forward. I think I showed its range?

But yeah, it's rarely super high up but it does perk up when extremely happy, twitches when he hears noises and droops when annoyed, scared or bummed. But by default his ears is like.... juuuuuuust partially up, always listening. I ah........... realized it became canon when it happened in Breath of the Wild. So of course I made it canon in 3adv.

#mickey squiggles #the three adventurers

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Would you consider Xavier partially responsible for what Hank's become?

"The man is the foremost telepathic talent on the planet. If there's anything I've done that he takes umbrage with, he knows where to find me, and he knows exactly why I did it."

Partially responsible is absolutely what I'd call it, yeah. For starters, Charles snatched Hank up at the age of 17-19, wiped his parents and girlfriend's minds of his existence, and cut them all out of his life for his safety. If he wants to claim he isn't responsible for what Hank ended up doing, he can explain why he decided he was going to supplant Edna and Norton as his sole parental figure.

Now, Hank decides to go with Xavier here, because he does want to contribute, he does want to make a change in the world, because ultimately he believes in the Professor's dream.

But.

It's a fractious relationship.

Like, this is going to have a psychological effect on a teenager. This is going to give him trust issues, this is going to make him feel uncertain and alienated and under pressure. It's also worth noting that Hank, unlike almost all of the rest of the O5 (you could argue the point with Bobby and Warren, but it's certainly true of Scott and Jean, especially in the Krakoan era) never really broke away from the Professor's politics.

He never had a moment where he was able to really walk away from the Professor, denounce him or give him what for, and you could reasonably make the case that it's because the Professor kinda traumatised him here, or at the very least, made Hank dependent on him. He's constantly seeking his validation, his approval, and it colours his teacher's pet tendencies in a very different light.

And while Hank continues to have a fruitful relationship with his actual parents over the years - honestly, he has maybe the healthiest and most loving mom and dad in the Marvel Universe - there's still a degree to which he never, quite, walks away from Xavier. Where he never quite became his own man.

Oddly enough, one of the best examples of this comes during Joss Whedon's Astonishing X-Men run, during the Danger arc. There's a kind of rule that you should be aware of, whenever Hank is in a comic, and it's this: if Hank McCoy is not speaking, then there is a reason that he is not speaking.

Go back and read the issues where they're first talking about the mutant cure. Scott, Emma, Kitty, Logan, they're all talking up a storm, and Hank is just dead fucking silent. No-one notices, no-one brings it up, you just get these panels of him staring out the window. Logan maybe seems to notice? But he leaves it, until Emma tells him what Hank's thinking the next day. He doesn't engage.

Emma just brought up murder, and Hank isn't even paying attention. Because he's emotionally compromised, and he doesn't care about the conversation, he is in his own head, and he does not have anything to contribute. And no-one notices. Even though Hank normally can't shut the fuck up, they just. Don't notice. But this isn't an isolated incident.

The Professor just admitted to oppressing and weaponising a new form of artificial life, a mutant, and everyone has something to say, except Hank. He just looks forlorn. He looks lost. He looks emotionally compromised, because he is dependent on the Professor, and he cannot bring himself to throw scorn upon him.

He's not wired that way. Maybe on some level he's afraid, maybe on another level he's just hurt and unable to articulate it, maybe he just wants to sort it all out in his head, but this is legitimately one of those moments where who doesn't talk is as important as who does. And you see it again during the Utopia era.

Hank is the only one who stands by Xavier's side.

Because that is the way he's wired. There's almost an argument to be made that Scott and Hank are Xavier's favourite sons - the man he chose to lead and steer his dream, and the man who he moulded most in his own image, whether he realised it or not.

The revolutionary and the assimilationist.

Two brothers who used to be so incredibly close, and then it all fell apart - and to be clear, Hank has so many reasons to start hating Scott during this era (no matter what you think of how right Scott's actions may have been, guess what, you can be making all the right tactical calls and still be a fucking monster), but I would absolutely say that the way Scott treated their 'father' is up there and in the mix.

In a more competent version of All-New X-Men, this dynamic, and the fact that 'Scott' killed the Professor, would have been more key to Hank and Scott's destroyed friendship, but instead, it's - all sort of vague, because Bendis' version of Hank is ill sketched out and emotionally inconsistent. But we do get shades of it in Hickman's New Avengers.

This is one of those things that really annoys me about especially the X-Men Reddit - is that they love to point out Hank taking part in this version of the Illuminati, running around being 'amoral super scientists' (they aren't, actually, they spend SO much time agonising over every little decision), even though it isn't even his choice, really. He got drafted, just like he did into the X-Men, and yes, he technically had a choice to leave, but he's in a place where he doesn't feel as though he truly can.

Because of the Professor.

Again.

And eventually, he does start realising just how much the Professor has hurt him, has broken him, has ruined his life, in ways.

There is so much that Hank could have been. He had so much potential, to be anything he wanted. But the Professor chose him. Plucked him from the crowd, and told him, you're going to be this.

In some ways, Hank welcomed it. In other ways, it frightened him, and I don't think it's a coincidence that he's the first X-Man to leave, both temporarily (after he gets nearly beaten to death by a mob in Uncanny X-Men #8), and permanently, when he leaves to work for the Brand Corporation. He's almost always leaving, because he doesn't want to be there. It doesn't suit him. It hurts him.

It poisons him.

And when we come to Krakoa, well . . .

There's a more interesting version of X-Force that more thoroughly investigates why Beast goes the way he does, and it would require talking about Scott and about the Professor, and of course Logan, and the fact that, through their actions, they've taught Beast several things.

That violence works.

That if people disagree with you, by all means try other methods, but change their minds if you must.

That no-one will ever give you what you want, no-one will ever free you or leave you alone, unless you make them.

But instead, it's all off-panel. Xavier just keeps covering for Beast. We don't even see them talk. Beast kills an entire country. Beast's space prison. Every awful little crime against humanity, and Charles has to know. How could he not? People keep telling him, and even if they don't, he's the premiere mutant telepathic talent on the planet.

How could he not know?

The answer is, he does.

And so.

What's the final word, Charles?

Mhm-hmm.

Maybe he's aware just how much he's responsible for this.

Maybe he's just protecting one of his favourite sons. His best pupil.

But no matter how you cut it, he IS responsible.

Just as a lot of the Quiet Council are, frankly, but let's be real here, Xavier is the leader. He is the head of state. Ultimately, it's on him.

And I do want to clarify that this isn't an attempt by me to shift blame away from Beast, because his whackadoodle bullshit garbage characterisation is still canon, as much as I despise it, and while I personally read it as a completely insane break from reality, that's not what's been put on page. He ultimately is responsible for his crimes.

But.

He did not act alone.

#vinial453 #verse: each of us is a nest of lies #outofmuffins

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I have DND in like, an hour and a half, so I gotta make this prompt/idea dump quick.

DPxDC ideas to dump on anyone who wants to hear!

This one is focus on a little piece of Jason and Danny’s revivals.

So, first, Jason. Jason has had multiple things attributed to his revival, so I gotta clarify his first. For this idea, I wanna focus on the one that is basically this; Superboy-Prime (alternate version of Superman from Earth-Prime, which is a world devoid of any superhumans. Superheroes are comic book characters there. He gets the powers of Superman and, over time, his morals twist into much darker and villain-like morals. There’s more to him, but I won’t get into that) basically punched reality hard enough (at some point) that a lot of things happened as a result, including Jason reviving, but the panel that shows this stuff makes it look like reality broke like glass. So, I imagine that that leaves some sort of mark of Jason. He’s alive because of reality literally getting broken. (Like, don’t get me wrong, I love the Lazarus Pits stuff and all, but I wanna see more about the reality shenanigans of Jason’s revival)

Danny is kinda in a similar boat of having a funky relationship with the fabric of reality. He died and revived WITHIN A HOLE IN REALITY OPENING UP INTO ANOTHER REALITY. That’s gotta have some funkier side effects than just being a powerful halfa. Vlad is a powerful halfa and he only had a blast of ectoplasm thrown at him. Danny had reality tear open on him.

(I only brought Danny up because this thought process technically counts for him as well. But, he actually has this used much more than Jason.)

I’d love to see these details used more. Like, are they walking tears or breaks in reality? Can anyone tell that they have funky reality stuff going on? Are they a danger to reality? Is the reality stuff a danger to them? Is it like an open wound? Can it be worsened? Can it be treated? Would they die (or worse, stop existing) from it being treated? Do they get anything from the funky reality stuff going on with them? Does it fade without causing problems? Or does it remain in the background in a way that they don’t even realize that something is off about them until something happens and now it’s this big thing they have to deal with? Would their reality funkiness be the same or different?

And for DPxDC? Jason could be a halfa or he could just be some undead (maybe not even a specific type of undead beyond having been revived) that feels funky, funky in a way similar to Danny that gets Danny’s rogue gallery thinking that Jason is like Danny and either decides to mess with him (like they would with Danny) or try to get him to meet Danny (whether that’s to make them friends or otherwise is up to the writer)

Why don’t we jump on other places in the DC universe as having high ectoplasmic levels? Like, (in some stories, like, I’m not sure if this applies to the common consensus honestly) Central City had that wave of energy from the particle accelerator that activated a bunch of peoples’ metagenes, and I’m pretty sure that it also killed some people. There’s also the Black Flash, who is basically a grim reaper for the speedforce, who’ll appear in Central Coty (due to the multitude of speedsters there). Central City can be reasonably stated to have, at least, rising ectoplasmic levels. The cities that face alien invasions would reasonably have a lot of deaths and therefore a lot of ectoplasm. We can use a lot of other cities as settings. Also, I’d love to imagine the different possible city spirits people could come up with? Like, I’ve seen Metropolis done a few time, but besides Metropolis and Gotham? No other location spirits. Like:

Themyscira: Probably an old/wise warrior. She’d be set in her ways (considering how Themyscira is), but like, who knows?

Central City: Probably a young one if existent (at least, younger than Lady Gotham)? I imagine this one changing to be like the Flash family or scientific because the two notable things about Central City, that I remember, is science stuff and the Flash family.

Metropolis AND Smallville: So, I’ve seen some people play with the idea of the spirit of Krypton going and becoming Metropolis’s, but like, what if they became Smallville’s instead? Since, that’s where the Last Son of Krypton was raised and all, and where Kryptonians go as a safe space, and the spirit of Krypton probably needs the retirement to a small town. Metropolis could probably get a city spirit that reflects both Superman and Lex Luthor (Superman and Lex are the big names for Metropolis and both shape Metropolis in different ways. Yeah, Lex isn’t the best person, but he does cause some good things to happen for Metropolis. I imagine that the two are equally defining characters for Metropolis) instead.

I just, enjoy the concept of city spirits and spirits that embody a place.

This idea here is less of a prompt and more of a thought. What if Boston Deadman had no idea about ectoplasmic ghosts? Like, imagine having to need someone to magically make you visible, and then finding out about a whole other sect of ghosts that can be both visible AND tangible that can also have the same powers as you, just as a common baseline. It’s just hilarious to me to imagine how vindicated Deadman would probably feel to find out that he could’ve become that type of ghost instead, but no, he just had to be a magically bound one instead!

Idea for those who don’t like Jason just casually being cured of Pit Madness. Genuine attempt to heal him leads to Jason going catatonic again. Play with that as you will.

Hope y’all have fun with these. Feel free to mix and match, or recommend pieces of work that already have these or something similar.

#dpxdc #prompt #If you can’t tell #I’m a bit of a Jason Todd fan #I honestly made this whole thing for the first idea #then I had more ideas #but that first way rotating in my head for a while

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