i have no idea what the pairing name is so i'm just making up stuff

“Is Bruce in here?” Tim figured he might be— Bruce spent a lot of time in the children’s wing of Wayne Enterprises. There were a dozen or so kids in daycare most weekdays, and Bruce liked to hang out.

Tim liked to hang out too. They had nice snacks, and he’d known most of the kids since they were toddlers. And sometimes naps were mandatory.

“Conference call,” Damian told him. (For someone who claimed to hate naps, snackfood, kids, and humanity in general, Damian also spent a lot of time in the children’s wing.) “I don’t know where.” 

He went back to what he was doing, which was arranging a set of pewter soldiers into a complex model of a battlefield, presumably for the benefit of the preschooler sitting next to him. 

“What’s this?”

“The Battle of Issus, 333 BC.”

“Right, obviously.” Tim decided he was curious, so he settled down on the mats to watch.  Damian finished his model; he pulled a marker from the art table and used it as a pointer. 

“Okay. This is the Macedonian army, outnumbered but in the better tactical position, south of the Pinarus River. Their leader is Alexander the Great. And this—” He pointed to his enemy line. “—is the Achaemenid Empire. They’re about to lose.”

Damian tapped his marker on the Macedonian right. “This is the companion calvary, Alexander’s elite force, and they—” he cut off when he noticed his pupil digging in the toy bin, clearly distracted. The kid came up with a battered Transformer, which he set behind Damian’s lines. 

“Elliot. Alexander did not have robots.”

“But,” said Tim, rummaging through the box himself, “did he have wizards?” He pulled a bearded magician out of the tub and held it up for Damian to see. 

“You know he didn’t.”

Tim passed the wizard to Elliot. “But what if he did?”

“Drake.”

“How would that go?”

Drake.”

“Abracadabra, Alexander!” Elliot yelled, gleefully smashing through Damian’s entire left flank.

“Damn it, Drake.” Damian sighed in frustration— not quite the rise Tim was hoping for, but still something. He dropped Elliot’s discarded robot back into the box.

“I don’t know what you were expecting,” Tim told him. “Elliot’s four. He’s too young for— what is this— military history?”

“He was doing fine before you showed up.” Damian started to re-erect his soldiers, but he gave it up after Elliot came in for a second pass. “Which is typical, isn’t it?”

“Good one.”

“Thank you.” Damian crossed his arms. “Fine. I’ll bite. When is he supposed to learn this kind of thing?”

“High school? Maybe never.”

“That can’t be right.”

“Have I ever lied to you?”

“Frequently.” Damian rolled his eyes. “I’m getting a second opinion.”

“I’ll wait.”

Damian checked the room for potential allies. “Thomas?” he called over his shoulder, “You learned military strategy as a kid, right?”

Duke looked up from the book he was reading to a pair of kindergardeners. “Just you, man.”

“Told you.” Tim fished a bag of plastic ninja from the toy box and arranged them pointedly into a row. “How are you still surprised by this kind of thing?”

Damian glared at him. “Okay, first of all? I’m not a— hold on a second. Elliot!”

Elliot froze with a large, plastic dinosaur held aloft over the battlefield. He drew it sheepishly back to his chest. “Sorry.”

“Not in the calvary wing,” Damian told him. “You’ll scare the horses.”

“Here?” Elliot pointed to the front of the phalanx.

“Yes.”

“RAWR.”

“Aim for his center.” Damian turned back to Tim. “Anyway. Why are you still talking to me? I thought we had an agreement about unnecessary contact.”

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Timeloop Aftermath

((I decided to create a possible idea of what might happen with the Aftermath of this AU. It’s a brilliant AU, so many possibilities and great writing on your part (I also love your art wow)! So, here it is! I hope you like it!))

After the incident, everything in Jeremy’s life changed, and for the better.

After he told Michael about everything that had happened (using the journal as proof, even if he has to read it to him and persuade it to him enough to make him believe him), he was convinced by Michael to get the Squip out of his brain.

There was a whole shitload of stuff that happened (may possibly write it out), whereas Jeremy had to fight against the Squip'a forces, talk to Rich, and finally get that Mountain Dew Red to end it all, Michael being his main support.

Afterwards, with everything that had happened to them with the party and Squips, Jeremy finally seemed to be accepted by people. Not only did Rich come out as bi and started being good friends with Jeremy and Michael, he got them one step closer to Jake, Chloe, Brook and Jenna. Christine had taken a liking to helping Michael after the accident (Jeremy wasn’t into her anymore since he figured out his feelings for Michael, however he couldn’t help appreciate all the amazing things she did), and so the Drama Crew was formed, their friendship really unexpected and magnificent.

Not to mention that Jeremy and Michael had gotten together quickly. Jeremy visited Michael in the hospital everyday after the accident until he got out. Apparently Michael would have full blindness for up to a year, six-nine months at least, and then he’s have eyesight problems for the rest of his life (so, worse than needing glasses obviously, however he’d have partial blindness at times. However it wouldn’t affect him as greatly, and not as bad forever).

Despite the joking bets about how long they’d last, they lasted.. that’s just it. They lasted. They graduated, went to college together (They were cool in college, let me tell you,) and moved in together shortly afterwards. They went on dates, got a dog named Pac-Man (a stray Michael found on the street, what a furry,) , and eventually had a wedding! It was small but cute, the Crew was there, Jeremy’s dad was there, Michael’s parents were there, and Mr. Reyes was there for some reason. It was all amazing, life couldn’t go better for Michael and Jeremy Heere.

That’s the saying, you can only go up. But when you’re up, where else can you go? Well.. only down, of course.

Jeremy and Michael were in their early 40’s. It had been so long since everything happened, the two never imagined Michael’s sight could be so bad ever again. He had been able to see just fine since he had turned 31, despite still needing glasses. They hadn’t even costed the doctor in a whole year, they were so confident.

Confidence wasn’t enough.

Michael had always been insistent on driving himself places after he had gotten better. To practice driving again after getting better, he went to the grocery store to get stuff for the week for them every week, and he had just kept it up since. It wasn’t a big deal.

It had been September when this whole instance occurred. Jeremy sat at home on this Monday, when he had the work day off for Labor day. He sorted through the papers in his hands that was keeping him busy. It wasn’t business papers, oh no (he couldn’t work for a big business anyways, it reminded him of the Squip. Plus he just hated the thought of working in a cubical), these were adoption papers. Jeremy and Michael had been thinking about this for yesrs, and now they were thing of going through with this. He was reading through the different foster care systems near them, when he heard his phone ring.

Jeremy wasn’t one to let his phone go to voicemail unless he was really, really into something or just couldn’t reach the phone. This wasn’t one of those times. He was quite calm at the moment, normal, feeling alright..

He suddenly didn’t feel alright. With the sound of the stranger over the line telling him about the accident. Telling him that his player two had swivered off the side of the highway into a ditch in a frenzy. He was at the hospital. He was under-

Jeremy had stopped listening. Why? Because he dripped his phone on the way outside. Panic ran through his body as he sped out of the driveway in his car, cutting someone off and not caring for a single second.

He could barely breathe as he raced towards the hospital. He knew where it was from how many times he’s been there for this man and this man alone. This man he loved more than anything in the world. The man he saw die so many times before- but felt it so real this time that he felt like he would die right here and now if he didn’t make it to the hospital.

Adrenalin filled him as he crashed into the ER, frantically waving down anyone at all to tell him where Michael was. He looked insane, so if course, security had stopped him before a nurse had came to him.

“Where’s Michael? Where- I-Im married to him! I-is he ok?”

“Sir, were doing everything we can. Hes in a critical state. You have to calm-”

“I can’t calm down! I have to see him- h-he can’t die! I can’t let him d-die! Please!” Jeremy held back the word ‘again’. He also held back tears.

“Sir, I..”

Just then, a doctor stepped into the area. He talked to the lady at the front counter before making his way over to us. “You’re Jeremy Heere, sir?”

Jeremy nodded quickly. “Y-yes, where’s Michael? Is he ok? H-hes ok, right?”

The doctor had paused.

Jeremy felt a fear rush through him at this silence. “H-hes, t-tell me Michael’s ok! Tell me!” He persisted, his voice escalating.

The doctor spoke calmly, obviously rehearsed and drone-like. “I’m sorry sir. There was nothing else we could do for him. Michael had punctured his lung and bled to death before we could do anything usef..”

Jeremy felt his heart drop as the words sunk in. His thoughts seemed to stop, scream to a halt, not disappear, but a much , much worse feeling. The feeling of his whole life crashing down on him and fleeing him at the same time. His heart stopped, like everything else, for a pause that seemed to last for hours.

Then it all hit him. All of it. His heart came back, feeling an ache that only grew worse with every pump. His mind filled with the words of the doctor, the thoughts of his lovers death, the thoughts of Michael, Michael, Michael is dead.

Jeremy was crying. His cheeks were leaking as he pulled himself away from the other men. He stumbled back, still staring at the doctor. His vision became blurry as he started crying harder than every before, his breath becoming tiny gasps, his feet losing balance when he realised he was outside the hospital, on the grass. He brought his hands to his face, weeping and whaling profusely to himself, alone.

Everything came flooding back. And it all guilted him. He could have gone grocery shopping with him. For him. He could have taken him to the doctors to get checked up, seen that his sight might get worse. Checked that his lover was ok with a phone call, say “I love you, player two” one last time. The worst part was that he couldn’t remember the last words they had exchanged.

His mind was in such a spiraling state that he started thinking of everything bad that he ever did to Michael. He reached his deaths, he reached the looping. He remembered every death. He remembered his pain and how none of that pain was nearly as bad as it is now. Now was the worst day of his life. And there had been many bad days for Jeremy Heere.

He just wanted to see his face one more time. He wanted to see his lover, his player two, his alive husband, his best friend, his partner in crime, the most amazing person in the world-

“Or you’ll what?”

The bathroom. The light. The taste of shitty, terrible liquor threatening his mouth. And right in front of him, almost 30 years younger, was the love of his life. He teared up.

“M-Michael?”


(HOOOOO BOYYYYYY I AM. I AM DEC E ASED

I AM LIKE. LIKE THIS

I’M AM PHYSICALLY W EAK

That was really really really fantastic, wow!! I have had thoughts about making the timeline where Michael goes blind the final timeline, sort of like, there’s gotta be some sacrifices, but they don’t necessarily have to be someone dying, ya know? And just imagining all the fun stuff that he and Jeremy go through afterward, hoooo!

All I can think about now is Jeremy pushing Michael (who’s wearing like, shutter shades or a pair of ridiculous sunglasses probably) around in a wheel chair through school and Michael’s like “Move outta the way, bitches, I got an escort to class” and like. Once they recover they get comfortable enough to make blind jokes ppfffp
Although I do like the idea of Michael’s sight coming back eventually. Like the accident at Jake’s house was only temporary and he regains his sight after a couple months or a year or smth.

BUT ANYWAY BACK TO SCREAMING THAT WRECKED ME AAAA!! I just can’t imagine how awful that would be, to live thirty years and then be taken back in time all the way back to the start of the whole thing;; but now Jeremy can try to prevent the whole blind thing, yeah? (Maybe instead Jeremy ends up going blind :0)

STOP KILLING MICHAEL I say as I continue to kill Michael in multiple of my AUs haha–//shot

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS!! You guys are awesome continuing to shower me with fics and beautiful art and giving me more ideas for this AU I AM TRULY. TRULY BLESSED.)

anonymous asked:

hiiii idk why i'm so nervous but i really really wanna start writing fanfiction. ljke full out "woah this makes me feel stuff" fanfiction and i thought you'd be the best place to come for pointers because you're literally amazing but anyways do ylu have any suggestions as to 1. where to write it 2. starting tips 3. what not to do?? thanks!! i really really want to but i'm little scared to

OOOH, I WAS RECENTLY GIVING THE SAME ADVICE TO MEG BONNEY ON TWITTER. Okay, here we go. Let’s do this. 

How To Start Writing Fanfic for Beginners: 

  • Okay, so, the first thing we usually do is have a beta reader– someone who looks over stories and checks for writing flow, typos, and, most importantly in the case of fanfiction, characterization. You find one before you start writing so that you have a cheerleader who can talk about ideas with you and push you through when you feel like you wanna quit. This is a formality, though, and can be skipped. My one-shots usually are in the 20k+ range so I like to have three or four people look over them, but if I’m writing a 6k one shot, for example, I only have one beta reader.
    • I’m actually pretty sure that the origination of this practice actually came from everyone trying to figure out how to make friends in fandom. If you’re the beta reader on someone’s story, you’re automatically buddies. Google docs has made this way easier, though– it used to be long email chains. *shudders*
  • Step two, decide which host sites you’re going to post your fic on. Different fandoms are more popular on different fic sites. The most popular fanfic sites are http://fanfiction.net , http://archiveofourown.org (AO3, we call it), and sometimes tumblr, depending on the length of the fic! 
    • So, for example, the Percy Jackson fandom is really really into http://fanfiction.net (or at least was when I was writing for it?) That’s where you get the most reviews/comments and the most hits for that fandom. In the case of Teen Wolf/Stydia the most popular site is AO3, easily. But if the piece you wrote is a drabble (in the 1k range), you can also plop it on tumblr. If it’s in the 2k range, it’s acceptable to put it on tumblr under a “read more.”
    • For all these sites, you need an account, but AO3 is technically in beta mode (idk why; it’s been like that for multiple years?) and therefore you sign up and then have to wait for an invite. But it’s worth it because once you have an account, you can view the history of the fics you’ve read, bookmark faves, leave comments, and, of course, publish fics.
    • Unlike ffnet, AO3 also categorizes fics into fandoms, which is really really helpful if you write for multiple fandoms. Their sorting system is really good and really specific, which is why people use it. I think that, at this point, AO3 is undoubtedly the most diversely enjoyed site.
  • Here’s some things you definitely need to know about posting on AO3: 
    • (This is SUPER important), it’s considered REAL bad manners to tag characters/ships that aren’t the centric pairing. So, the fic is gonna ask you for characters and the ship. If you’re writing a fic where Stiles and Lydia are the centric pairing, you’re gonna fill in Lydia Martin, Stiles Stilinski, and then Lydia Martin/Stiles Stilinski. But say your story also has a few scenes with Scott? Either don’t mention Scott, or do “Scott McCall- Side.”
    • The reader should be able to clearly tell what type of fic it is by your tags. (Unless you don’t want them to know). You can create your own tags or you can use the site’s already established ones. AO3 tags can get slightly obnoxious but nobody’s going to call you out for that so enjoy. 
    • If your fic takes place within the bounds of the series, you tag it "Canon Compliant.” If it not only fits with the plot of the series but also takes place literally during the series, tag it “Missing Moments.” If it diverges from the plot line of the series, you tag it “Canon Divergent.” If it is after the series is over, tag it “Post-Canon." 
    • If it’s AU, tag the kind of AU it is. “Coffee Shop AU” “AU– The Hunger Games” “AU– Everyone Lives” “AU– Stiles is Olaf from Frozen and gets it on with Anna who is Lydia.” (Spoilers for my next fic.) (Just kidding.) 
    • ALSO when you’re posting, it’s a huge struggle because AO3 either requires HTML coded stuff (for italics, etc) or rich text. My suggestion would be either putting your fic on tumblr and copy and pasting the rich text from the finished post, or getting an account on ffnet and using their document uploader to c+p your fic into, then save it and copy and paste it into the rich text part of the fic loader on AO3
  • So now, ratings. 
    • Here’s what you’ve got: G,T, M, E. 
    •  G is like… no swearing, no mention of sex, you could read it as a bed time story to a 6 year old.
    • T is swearing, acknowledgment that sex exists, maybe some kissing (but you’re getting to shaky territory as soon as you venture anywhere remotely past second base) light, non-descriptive violence (there’s also a tag for violence under "archive warnings” because some people get triggered by it.)
    • M is lighter sex scenes (I would say anything that doesn’t describe genitalia? Idk, this is a real fine line. I think you’ll feel it in your bones. Or, bone, in the case of smut. 
      • Nailed that joke. 
      • HA GEDDIT. I did it again.
    • E is like, you’re going to hell for writing this, enjoy hanging out with satan in the fiery pits, I hope it’s worth it.
  • If you post on tumblr, tag appropriately. Tumblr tagging is different from ao3– you just tag to sort things, and so that the right people see your work. So, like, if you wrote a Stydia fic, obviously don’t tag it Sterek or Sciles because you’ll get hate, lmao. You can tag character names, but I would suggest you don’t tag “Stiles Stilinski” or “Lydia Martin” because the Sterk/Mrrish/Stlia shippers tend to attack you. Also, only the first five tags count.

And now, the Don’ts of fanfiction***

  • Make sure your spacing doesn’t look awful. 
    • It makes people not wanna read it 
    • You should know what regular spacing looks like. If you’re able to correct it so that there’s not eons of space between paragraphs, I would do that. 
  • Don’t say “Sorry for the bad summary I promise it’s better than it sounds” in your summary. 
  • “Their tongues battle for dominance” or other equally cliche dialogue
  • Original characters as main characters
  • Fandom crossovers are almost always rolled their eyes at in the fic community. Like, you can thrust your characters into a different universe, but normally, you can’t use the original characters. So by all means, write a Percy Jackson AU, but don’t make Fitzwilliam Darcy best friends with Annabeth Chase. 
  • POV SWITCHING IN YOUR FIC
    • Okay this is really delicate because some people can do it really well and some people can’t
    • Switching back and forth between character point of view within one section of your fic is really hard for the reader to keep up with and it tends to look clumsy. It’s a no-no. 
    • If you have divides between sections, that’s where you can switch POV. 
    • However, I tend to write almost all of my fics with just one POV. I pick Character 1 or Character 2 no matter how long it is. It’s cleaner that way. 
    • NEVER USE FIRST PERSON IN FANFICTION, IT IS UNIVERSALLY LOATHED. 
    • I need to remember this one– don’t describe clothes too much. You’ll sound like a cheesy YA novel. (I’m a hypocrite, okay?) 
  • Titles matter. Work hard on picking a title. I s2g it actually makes a big difference. Idk why. Titles. 

***Side note: All writing rules are all allowed to be broken. There is truly no such thing as a steadfast writing rule. The more comfortable you get with writing, the more comfortable you could be with breaking these rules. Does that make sense?

i-am-delta-s  asked:

I saw a fic for one of my other favorite pairings with a prompt that I thought would be perfect for Sanvers. Basically, person A is irritated by person B constantly correcting them in history class. So one day when person A questions person B's correction, B retorts, "Because I was there!" Because person B is a vampire. I just like the idea of Alex as a know-it-all vampire.

quick fic for funsies, hope you enjoy XD


After all, she wasn’t her student.

Maggie hated filling in for Kate. Hated it. She taught Chem 101 and 102 for a reason, the kids shut up and listened and followed directions or things blew up in their faces and they learned. But no, Kate, Kate taught history, and aside from the whole-white-washed-male-superiority nonsense of most history textbooks, these kids had questions she couldn’t answer unless Kate thought ahead.

Kate never thought ahead.

And maybe Maggie shouldn’t be calling them “kids,” she wasn’t much older than the freshmen in her classes, but she was working through her MS in forensics and she really did not have time to be doing favors for hungover ex-girlfriends. Asking detailed questions about the motivation of white men to destroy the world since Julius Caesar was not her cup of tea, and Kate, who knew all of this off the top of her head, never bothered to have notes beyond the powerpoint for “emergencies.”

As the redhead in the third row corrected her for the third time this morning, Maggie pinched her nose. She looked up at the tiled ceiling, in so much more disrepair than the science building, and let out a breathy sigh.

“Look, kid, I’m a science professor filling in. I don’t know why Kate doesn’t just cancel class. If you’ve done your reading, I’ve taken roll, just go if I’m so wrong.”

“What, and let these idiots learn alternative facts about history?”

“I’m teaching from the textbook, Danvers, why do you think it’s alternative facts?”

“Aside from the fact that it was written by a white male academic twenty years ago?” Danvers smirks, “Because I was there.

When Danvers smirks, her canines show.

Her canines show, and every desk around her suddenly scoots as far away as they can get.

Her canines show, and Maggie suddenly wonders why she never questions Kate’s need for her evening classes to be covered due to “hangovers.” Or how the hell her ex is still hungover at 7 o’clock in the evening, the pitch black of winter setting in around 5pm, when she was perfectly fine at lunch eating garlicky breadsticks at Olive Garden.

Maggie steps back and sits on the edge of the desk because it wouldn’t do to scramble out of the room like every instinct is telling her to do. Maggie is a scientist, goddamn it, and while vampires have been “out” for decades, this Danvers was her first chance at meeting one.

“When and where were you born, Danvers?”

“Midvale, 1846.”

“Uh huh. You wanna tell the class how a youngin’ like you knows what went down in 1812? Since, clearly, you were not actually there.”

Danvers tilts her head to the side and smiles charmingly. “My… mother was a seamstress in Washington from 1790 to 1815.”

“Twenty-five years and no one noticed she’d aged?”

“Powdered wigs and lead makeup.”

Maggie pursed her lips and nodded. She glanced at the clock, and at the textbook, before returning to the smirking vampire. She glanced down at her phone, hidden in the textbook, where Kate had yet to respond to her angry list of vampire emojis.

She slipped her phone out and snapped the book closed. “Switch places with me, Danvers.”’

That seemed to startle the know-it-all. “What?”

“Switch places with me. You know this stuff better than I do. Teach me something.” Maggie’s head tilts to the side. “I think the rest of the class could stand for a woman’s perspective on history anyway. I’ll deal with Kane later.”

Danvers is slow to stand, awkwardly moving her book and notebook off the desk. The other two rows of students drag their desks out of her way, expressing their distaste for the vampire without words. Maggie makes a note of who it was for Kate to deal with later, a non-white-woman substitute was not going to have any effect on lingering bigotry that didn’t exist until the woman outed herself.

As Danvers settles herself on the desk, an idea occurs to Maggie.

As Danvers shows more passion for the subject matter than Kate probably ever had, some of the braver students pepper her with questions. Some she can answer, some she can’t. A few of them have her calling her “mom” and putting the facetimed conversation on the screen so that the senior Danvers can show off some antiques that relate.

Maggie records it all, in case Kane wants to test them on it.

Also, because the flash of teeth every time Danvers smiled was maybe a little attractive, as was her passion for all things that usually bored Maggie to tears.

The class, as a whole, was actually rather reluctant to leave when Maggie called time. The bravest actually lingered with their questions, and Danvers seemed quite comfortable answering, although Maggie was certain she kept flashing fang on purpose just to freak people out.

Maggie waited until the last student left to ask Danvers out for coffee.

After all, Danvers wasn’t her student.

Feeling Alive- Part 2

Summary: Dance school!AU (or the Step Up/Pride and Prejudice mash up nobody asked for). Bucky Barnes is forced to take twelve hours of commercial dance classes to pass the year- and that just happens to be your regular weekly dance class.

Introduction

Part 1 (Slow Hands)


Stay

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Chapter 3/?: Stay

Word count: 3494

Warnings: Mild physical injury

I’m really astonished by the feedback for this! Thank you to everyone who’s liked so far and/or asked to be added to the tag list. And thanks as always to @systemfailuresunshine for putting up with me <3 See bottom for author notes!


You’re running late, again. Groaning in frustration, you seize your keys from the table and grab your bag from the floor where you’d dumped it on your way in. Trainers, water bottle, towel- all in there. Thankfully you’d packed everything you needed this morning, and, on the upside, at least it isn’t raining. You lock up behind you and check your pockets for change. A handful of coins rattles at your touch: you sigh with relief. You can get the bus to the studio. You heft your bag onto your shoulder and set off in the direction of the stop.

It’s Wednesday, and the weather has, thankfully, done a complete U-turn since last week. The sun has been shining all day, accompanied by the merest handful of puffy clouds. You’ve caught yourself staring wistfully out of the library windows more than once; at least until Nahid inevitably throws a balled-up returns receipt at your head to shatter your daydreaming. Right now, though, you don’t need to hurry- the bus isn’t due until quarter-to- so you take your time to enjoy the walk in the gilded evening light.

That enjoyment is cut short, however, when you round the corner and catch a glimpse of who else is waiting for the bus. You balk for a second, then pull yourself together. You’re just going to walk up to this collection of tall, beautiful dancers and act completely natural. Nothing to worry about whatsoever.

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The amazing @ketlingr and I are doing a sort of prompt game where the two of us fill the same prompt, just to see how different/similar our versions of it will be. I’m sure it’s gonna be lots of fun, so if you want to know the details check out this post or just follow the tag tonyprompt. And of course anyone who wants to give it a try is welcome to join in :)

For the prompt: “Why is there a rabbit in the room?”


“Why is there a rabbit in the room?” Tony asks no one in particular. He blinks, then does it again, but the rabbit remains the same. In fact, bar a twitch of its tiny nose, it looks entirely unimpressed by Tony’s antics. So, not a hallucination. He has wondered about that.

Well. That, and the fact that he’s woken up in a room he doesn’t recognise, with a dull headache and a terrible taste in his mouth that simultaneously makes him want to throw up and makes him suspect he already did. He’s also bound to a chair–with real rope even.

Huh.

So he has been kidnapped. By what is either a very old-school villain or a very new and inexperienced one. Tony wishes he could say he was surprised by this, or at the very least alarmed, but really, he’s been drugged or knocked out (or, on a couple of memorable incidents both) so many times, it’s really starting to get a little old. There’s just not the same excitement there he used to feel when he was fifteen and crawling through an old, forgotten tunnel in some backwards hut anymore.

On the other hand, there’s a rabbit. A pretty rabbit even, with brown, soft-looking fur and an adorable, little mane around its neck. Tony has to admit, he did not see this coming.

“What?” a voice asks in seeming confusion through the closed wooden door. And right, there had been someone talking to him, hadn’t there? It hadn’t been the usual villain-spiel exactly, but still close enough for Tony to forgo paying attention to it. Especially since wannabe bad guy hadn’t even shown his face.

Yelling through a door at your captive just doesn’t have the same affect, Tony can attest to that.

“There’s a rabbit in the room,” Tony repeats, absently noting that no, even on whatever stuff they’ve got him on, this doesn’t sound any less ridiculous. Hey, maybe they don’t have him on anything at all. “I’m not sure why. Unless it’s a new way of torture because I’m not ‘llowed to pet it? In which case ‘ts totally working, cause I wanna!”

Or maybe they have him on some pretty strong stuff.

There’s a moment of silence from his as of yet unrevealed captor, followed by a barrage of very impressive swear words.

Followed then by a very outraged, “I told you to put Smartie into her cage seven times, damn it!” that makes Tony’s head throb in protest.

“They named you Smartie?” he asks curiously and watches as the rabbit hesitantly scampers a little closer. It looks adorable and he might have underestimated the effectiveness of this torture method after all.

In the background, the shouting match between his captors continues.

“You know,” Tony says conspiratorially to the tiny rabbit a couple of minutes later, “no pain, no maniacal laughter, no threats to wipe out earths entire population and genuine concern for a cute-looking animal? Your owners are really starting to grow on me.”

Smartie continues to nibble on the tip of his shoe–but Tony swears there is an air of smugness in that nose twitch that has not been there before. For the first time he wonders, if maybe it’s not the cats they should be watching for the inevitable revolution?

And also, damn, what stuff did they give him?


I have no idea how I came up with this but here it is lol. Please check out ketlingr’s version here and I hope you enjoyed the ridiculousness that is this drabble :D 

Father shiro and Mother Allura x Child reader

Prologue is here : https://drabblesrus.tumblr.com/post/163308242786/voltron-fanfic

“Who wants to join?” Quarava asked.

Allura looked at the paladins, who seemed a little skeptical about having their DNA sampled by and old alien living in a hollow tree. “Well, if no one else wants to do it.” She said, standing up.

“Wait! Princess..” Shiro started, standing up with the Altean, “I will pair with you.” He said with a small smile. Their relationship had been under wraps for a while now, the only person really knowing is Coran. Quarava beamed and took their hands, inspecting them, “Excellent, two strong beings. The child of voltron will be something to be feared.” He said before taking a thin scalpel and putting a small cut on the tip of their pointer fingers. “Place your hands over the incubation chamber, and let a single drop of you or blood drip in.” He said before quickly running to get some bottled ingredients from the shelves.

“Lets see, they will have the fairness of an Altean, but the strength and will of the earthling donor, now all we need is something to call their own.” He mumbled to himself. Lance scoffed, “Why don’t you make them a graceful dancer.” He began with a laugh, “Like that could help anything.” The grayed man grinned and pulled a pink bottle down from the top shelf, “This should do it!” He said before dripping it in and closing the small chamber. The chamber fizzed and rocked and bounced, Shiro stepped in front of Allura in case the thing were to do something dangerous.

Once it opened, some fog cleared, and out popped a young child, looked to be about seven or eight years of age. They had (H/C) hair, with a white streak in their bangs. “I added in a bit of Amazon, so they may look like you, but they are actually quite strong.” Quarava explained. The child looked around at the group, and got a bit nervous. They were just born like two minutes ago and now there are all these people. They ran up and wrapped their arms around Shiro’s leg, him feeling the most familiar.

Shiro tensed for a moment, not used to sudden physical contact, and from someone so small. He picked up the child, “Umm… Thank you sir.” He stammered out before looking over at allura with a gleam of joy in his eyes. He never thought he would see the day that he would actually have a family. Allura was just as excited, to have an Altean child running around, sure it was only half but that meant their child was special, there was no one in the universe like them.

“What are you going to name them?” Hunk asked as they all walked back to the castle. “Yeah, and are you sure this will even work?” Kieth questioned. Allura tapped her chin, before looking over at the child, “I like (Y/N), what about you Shiro?” She asked her new partner in parenthood. “It does fit them. (Y/N) Shirogane of Altea.”

“Why you gotta make them sound all fancy and stuff? We can just call them (Y/N)…” lance shrugged. Allura whipped around to look at lance, “Are you saying my child doesn’t deserve an official title? They are of the Altean royalty, so of course they’ll have a title!” Pidge checked her watch, “You’ve had the kid for ten minutes and you’ve already gone mama bear Allura. You don’t even know what the kid is like because they’ve clung to Shiro since their creation.” Allura crossed her arms, “Alteans have a strong bond with children.” She said before they reached the castle. Tomorrow we will see what this child will be like in our lives, but for now everyone get some rest.” Everyone went off to their quarters to sleep, except for Allura, Shiro, and (Y/N).

“I suppose we should make a bigger room for the three of us huh? Or at least us together and our child next door?” Allura asked with a small chuckle, “That’s so odd to say but… I do have to admit I like it.” Shiro nodded in agreement before feeling the young half breed fidget in his arms. They looked at the both of them, “Are you my mom and dad?” They asked. That was the first thing they had said to anyone.

Allura smiled and nodded, “Yes darling, I am your mummy. And this loving man holding you is your daddy. You’ll be living with us from now on (Y/N).” She said with a soft smile. (Y/N) reached her hands out to touch Allura’s face, “You’re a pretty mommy…” Shiro looked over at the curious little one and smiled, “I think so too.” He whispered before setting them down. “Now lets get you to bed, we can get all sorts of things done in the morning.”

(Y/N) nodded and yawned, “You both can stay in my quarters tonight, there is more than enough space.” Allura mumbled, yawning a bit as well. Shiro agreed, they could think about plans tomorrow, but for now, they needed to rest up. Because having a child meant more sleepless nights than usual, with one more thing to worry about. Their own flesh and blood, and the constant fear of them getting hurt. But this was not only for bonding the entire team together as paladins, this was to bring them closer as a family, because they were all each other had until Zarkon was defeated and they could actually go home. But for now, this was enough for the Black Paladin at least.

End Chapter 1

(This is a continuation of my first post, the plain Voltron x Reader, and I wanted to do Shiro x Allura first because they seem like the most popular ship besides Klance. If this gets 15 likes ill post a part two, because idk how much people like this lol)

At the GRAYGROUND

Originally posted by 50shadesofgraylee

Simon Dominic request

Genre: soft smut idk

Word Count: 4,156 words (holy shit I wrote this much?) 😭

The place where magic takes place was in Gray’s very studio. The GRAYGROUND was your favourite place to visit within AOMG’s building. This was due to the the ambience it brought, the soothing atmosphere, the music lightly playing though the speakers making you feel things and the perfect place to make love. Yes you read that right. You were a bit of a thrill seeker, I wouldn’t say exhibitionist, more of an introverted version of it I guess.

Kiseok also known as Simon Dominic is a popular character with women. On sets, on shoots and basically around the world. His appearance, deep voice and rapping with sensual verses had people melting whenever they saw him. Since his arrival at AOMG, the re-birth of him was successful and females despised your position. Oh that’s right, you fit in here somewhere. (Y/N) formerly known as AOMG’s makeup artist.

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batfam christmas headcanons
  • Damian didn’t grow up with christmas, and thus finds most aspects of the holiday to be absolutely ridiculous. 
  • He scoffs at the ridiculousness of “an elderly man who invades private property just so he can leave presents for children who have made arbitrarily good moral decisions” and will scowl at every Santa he comes across. 
  • Jason always hated christmas when he was out on the streets because of the stark consumerism and what he viewed as empty messages of “hope” and “charity”, so he gets really broody around the holidays.
  • But his first christmas eve at the manor, Jason sat in front of the tree for hours, just staring up into the lights with teary eyes, because he finally had something to be hopeful about. 
  • Damian was forced to dress up as an elf for a charity christmas appeal that Bruce hosted, and he made more than one child cry that night by lecturing them on how *tt* obviously… Santa isn’t real
  • Bruce was of course dressed as Santa Clause, and the batfam never lets him forget about it. 
  • Babs took up knitting when she became Oracle, and one year she knit everyone ugly christmas sweaters that they never wore because they were that bad. She’s still salty about it. 
  • Alfred was the only one who wore his. And once she got a little better, she knit him a pair of gloves and a warm scarf as thanks. He wears them every year. 
  • Dick drank too much eggnog at the Teen Titans’ christmas party one year, and if you think he’s clingy when he’s sober, you have no idea. Donna and Wally have videos and photos they show to newbies, so everyone has a very mixed image of Nightwing.
  • Though his family was never really religious, Dick grew up going to christmas eve mass with his parents; and sometimes he and Alfred will go together to Gotham Cathedral’s midnight service.
  • When Tim was little, he organised a full-on investigation into the existence of Santa Clause, that culminated in a stake-out in front of the fireplace, and ultimately deduced that he was not real. He was like, four years old.  
  • Cassandra goes to the Gotham City Ballet to watch their production of the Nutcracker every year without fail, usually with Steph and Harper. (One year Bruce took her to see it, and she wouldn’t stop smiling for days.) 
  • Duke gives the best gifts out of everyone in the batfam. Even if they’re not expensive, they’re so thoughtful and scarily spot-on. He even made Damian momentarily forget his hatred for the holiday when he gave him an antique dagger he found on sale in a Gotham pawn shop. (Bruce was not happy.)
  • Snowball fights are now off-limits in the batfam. Last year, Tim took one to the face and it gave him a concussion. It is still unclear as to who hit him (it was Damian, goaded on by Jason). 
  • Dick knows the words to every single christmas song by heart. And his renditions of Mariah Carey still haunt the echoing halls of Wayne Manor to this day. 
  • Damian adopted (read: commandeered) a reindeer that was part of a Santa meet-and-greet, and could be heard shouting “take that you senile old imposter!” as he majestically rode off on it through the snowy streets of Gotham, the bells on its harness ringing into the cold air… 
  • Bruce reluctantly let him keep it. Its name is Lucifer.
  • It’s futile trying to bake christmas cookies with Steph, because she eats raw cookie dough by the spoonful. 
  • One year, they tried to make a gingerbread house together, but Steph ate all the candy and only left them a single gumdrop to decorate it with. But the house was burnt and collapsed anyways. Everyone blamed Tim.
  • The next year, they made sure Steph was distracted, and Babs was able to build a gingerbread house replica of Wayne Manor, complete with a bat-signal.
  • Dick and Damian reached breaking point their first christmas as Batman and Robin when Dick serenaded him with “All I want for christmas is my two front teeth,” and Damian responded by setting the christmas tree on fire. 
Gay Disney

See my thing is Disney is always trying to entertain us with these  little things they call TV shows(Not naming names) instead of giving us what we actually want. They took a big step when they had introduced a lesbian couple on GLC and with Disney’s history, for a period of time, I didn’t even know that they were a couple until I looked it up.

Disney has always projected this world of nothing but straight people and the one time they introduce a gay couple, I didn’t recognize it because I wasn’t use to it and didn’t realize it till I read about it.

Originally posted by disneyboost

Yes Disney, you introduced a gay couple for 15 minutes on a episode that aired nearly two years ago. Then proceeded to give us the same stuff you have given with an exception of a few good things here and there.

Originally posted by actinglikeabitchg4l

This is why bisexual or gay people are afraid to come out the closet. Because its people like Disney who always make it seem like this is what life is, nothing but straight people. But instead of doing that, why don’t you try to expand your horizon and start including gay characters in shows or movie, and if what you’re worried about is little kids seeing it, did it slip your mind that you have a whole other network for them.

Originally posted by ermahgerdkerfer

With Descendants, you have something that has potential for you to start developing even more as a network like introducing a gay character. I will tell you right now that Carlos De Vil is not straight.

But Disney always want to play if homosexuality doesn’t exist.

I’m sorry but I will freaking lose my mind and I am sure that many others will to if you pair Carlos with Jane. For one, that’s too expected and played out in my opinion and that I just can not see them together or even Carlos being remotely straight. I mean seriously? Carlos x Jane? Cane…

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What I had said earlier about the little kids not seeing it, heck, they need to see it to so they can realize that these people actually exist. See Disney likes to implant the idea in these kids head that gay people don’t exist and its a world full of nothing but straight people.

But then they walk outside and see a gay person or gay couple and are thinking to themselves that is not what Disney told them. They are looking at them like they are freaking aliens when they are just as human as the average straight person.

Like if this is what you were trying to prove, then what were we even arguing for over gay rights anyway.

Oh yeah, because gay people are humans to and just as normal as any other fucking person on this planet.

Originally posted by pitch-perfect-movie

This is the reason people struggle with coming to terms with their sexuality or think they are not normal because people like Disney put that idea in their head. they see it all over in these shows and think “Why am I not like that?’

They make it seem like this is how the world is and this is how people should act and that makes people look at themselves as if there is something wrong with them.

Originally posted by peteneems

See, you guys can do something about that. Starting with Carlos De Vil.

Carlos didn’t  have any real moments or connections with ANY female characters for the ENTIRE movie! Don’t even try to pair him with Jane because its just not right.

Carlos had moments with Ben and Jay more than I can count, because you can clearly see everyone knows and wants Carlos De Vil to be gay.

Originally posted by realitytvgifs

As for as what you do with the movie, I’ll leave that up to you. Now, I understand that even though Mal and Ben may be together, just as I am behind Carlos being gay, I am behind Mal being gay or bi.

So saying that, yes I would love me some Benlos up in that movie because again I am all here for gay or bi Mal. While yes there are some Carlos and Jane supporters, most people want him to be gay and either with Ben or Jay. I prefer Ben! I will settle for some Jaylos.

But at the end of the day, I will always be…

You want higher ratings for Descendants? Give the audience what they want.

And I am sure that what most audience members want is for Carlos De Vil to be gay and either end up with Jay or Ben.

Once again I am Benlos.

Because if you add some gay Carlos or lord gosh, SOME BENLOS… this is what you will get…

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Disney, give the audience what they want. Are you afraid to take the challenge?

You never know until you try…

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The Ghost (Part 1)

Steve x Reader (eventually)

Based on this prompt here: http://hymnofthevalkyries.tumblr.com/post/148148445176/hardboiledegg21-oh-man-i-need-someone-to-write

Requested by: Well, @hardboiledegg21 issued the challenge, and I accepted it. :P

Word Count: ~980 (short for an introduction :P)

Warnings: Swearing (foul-mouthed reader), Violence, Blood, at least for this first part (warnings may change as the story continues… possible future warnings of depression and smut. More than likely fluff)

A/N: Sooo, I decided to put this in parts, because I just have so many awesome ideas to go for this, and so many devious things planned. I don’t usually plan parts, and this will be my second time doing so, so I hope you enjoy???? I’m sorry it’s so short!!! I wanted a solid introduction for the character :P

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   You wandered the streets of New York silently, stalking your prey. To say you were one of the bad guys… a villain? Oh, they could be right. You usually targeted people you had a grudge against. You were a nobody, and the list you had was quite long. All your life, you had been kicked around by everyone you knew, and it turned you into a cold person. You didn’t kill your victims… you had something far better in store for them.

   You had no need for powers. Such a thing was such a common occurrence nowadays with all these superheroes running around (you mostly ran into Spiderman at times like these, but you had your run ins with a few of the Avengers and had given them a run for their money).

Your knowledge of weaponry was vast, and your quick reflexes made you someone that was becoming quite a handful. Your attitude caused some issues, but that whole cliché of ‘not being loved enough as a child’ was certainly to blame here. You were absolutely hard-headed, and no one could talk you out of what you were doing.

   You snuck up on your prey, a man about your age. Oooooh, it was one of the ones you had developed a small crush on, and he threw it in your face, laughing all the way. Petty? Yes. But you were going to make sure he never forgot your face. He looked nervous, probably sensing your rage from behind him. You weren’t expecting him to have the balls to carry a gun, but there it was, and you were impressed. He whipped around, and saw your face, he instantly paled. And shot.

   Now, did you really think weaponry and reflexes would make you that intimidating, and so hard to defeat? Oh no. Even as the bullet entered your skull, everything went white for a moment, before it all came back to light with a searing pain in your face and your head.

   Forgot to mention you’re immortal, well… sort of. You still got sick and aged, so your immortality really only worked on physical injuries, much to your despite. You thought living forever would be interesting. All these people you’re hunting? Thought you died in a car crash years ago. (So usually their minds would snap thinking they were being hunted by a ghost, and you’d leave them where they lay, screams of horror making you smile wide. Oh revenge is so sweet. And we won’t even mention the healing process from that one… ouch.)

   This wasn’t any different. Your newest victim fell flat against the wall, screaming and begging for your forgiveness. No one gave you such a kindness, why would you give it back? You walked over and leaned down, whispering into his ear. “Oh my sweet, old friend. I will continue to haunt you, until my last breath.” you sweetly cooed at him, before standing straight and walking off. You had a wild smile on your face at your victory, and you quickly ran into another alley when you saw the cop cars rushing to the scene. You got back to your apartment, closing the door behind you and turning on the news. “The Ghost” they called you, only because that’s the only name your victims gave. They were so mentally snapped by that point, it’s all they could think about.

   Now to take care of that bullet. You sauntered over to your bathroom, and looked in the mirror. There was the hole in your head from where the bullet went in, and you sighed softly. “Great, this isn’t going to be easy to get out…” you mumbled, finding a pair of small pliers. Man, you knew this was going to hurt, but you had to get it out so the wound could actually heal (Yeah, another flaw. Awesome.) You went into the drawer on your vanity and pulled out a rag, twisting it up tight and biting down. Couldn’t risk biting your tongue again, that took way too long to heal last time.

   You always hated trying to do stuff like this. No matter how many times you had to dig into your body to pull some strange thing out that prevented that super healing, it made your stomach churn and the cringing was almost impossible to hold back. You had to do it, though.

   Sparing the more gruesome details of the extraction (the blood, the pain… you know.), something went terribly wrong. The pain of taking the bullet out was bad enough, but this new pain? It was like nothing you had ever felt before. It was searing, like your mind was on absolute fire. The rag dropped out of your mouth as you let out a scream. (Luckily your little apartment was in an abandoned building… no one could hear you.) You dropped to your knees, and everything went dark in your vision.

   Was this what dying was actually like? The pain… it was so unbearable… and then? Nothing.

   Your eyes fluttered open for what seemed like the first time, and you sat up and held your aching head. You couldn’t remember why it was aching, or why there was blood all over the floor. How did you get here…?

   Shit… what was your name again?

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Tagging: @marvel-ash @bionic-buckyb @sebbytrash @abientotkindred @feelmyroarrrr @wholockiand @bovaria @petals-overdaisies @matthewmurrdock @marvelfanfichq @fvckingavengers @ayanemoonlight @anoril @bemystucky

StarkStrange Headcannon - Part 2
  • Zhou: I'm so in love with this pairing. Just, holy shit. I can't stop thinking of ways for them to get together and all the little ways they make each other happy. Also really want a scene where for what ever reason Rogers n his team are in the other room n they hear Tony n Stephen kinda muttering to each other then they just hear Tony gasp/moan "Stephen!" They aren't even having sex, maybe Tony just got pinned to the wall n kissed senseless. I just want the horrible discomfort the team feels while Rogers now knows what it's like to hear Tony call his name but knows that he'll never be calling foe him. (Am I petty for this? )
  • Me: Of course not!
  • Let's add to it, the team is all gathered around and Tony walks in and calls for Stephen and both Stephen and Steve turn to look at him but Tony only gives his attention to the sorcerer.
  • Or when the team is giving Tony a hard time, making request for stuff and not being very grateful (even though Tony has a full plate righty now) So Stephen joins Tony where ever he is (living room, lap) but puts up a barrier with out Tony knowing so Tony can't see people approaching (basically puts up a mirror image of the rest of the room)
  • Anyway so say Clint's being a dick and the second he comes off the elevator he's ranting at Tony "What the hell man ! You said you'd finish my new arrows yesterday and-" that's when Clint walks into the force field.
  • "What the fuck!?" And then he starts kicking and yelling at Tony who has no idea he's there and Strange is standing there staring at Tony who's looking at his holo screens. Strange never looks at Clint or the others that show up but his smile does turn a little smug every time someone does show up.
  • Zhou: Stephen is hella causal with affection. Always kissing Tony, hugging him, pulling him down to sit on his lap.Tony never accepts any invitations from the others to "reconnect." He's always got plans with Stephen.
  • Tony starts to notice that the others are leaving him alone more n more n happens to see Steve walking face first into the barrier in the Windows reflection. It's so hard for him not to laugh.
  • Me: Ugh yes ! I am a firm believer of second chances but I'm also very committed to keeping "bad" people out of your life.
  • Like for intense Natasha could be given a second chance. She supported him and believed in the accords but she also played neutral when she realized something more was going on and let Steve and Bucky go.
  • Where Steve and Clint or even Sam and Wanda never gave Tony a chance. Although they did take his money, gadgets and such yet when he asked you to compromise or listen you turned your cheek. Those kind of people don't deserve second chances.
  • Bucky could, he was innocent and just try to get better. I believe that Tony (after some good time adjusting and just getting a chance to grieve) would be a bigger person and extend a hand to help Barnes, seeing him as the victim that he is.
  • Scott is just a person that jumped on the band wagon cause everyone else was so he don't really matter. But really Tony is done with letting these "toxic" people leech off him.
  • I just need more Tony moving on, a lot of people write him as someone who would crave that connection with those people or he would forgive them and let them back into his life.
  • Where's the Tony that sees these people as ungrateful and no longer wants to be used while they call it Friendship and Team Dynamics
  • Give me Tony who is fed up with people who use him so he cuts them from his life. And when they need to be around each other he is simple Civil. You don't have to be friends to work together.
  • So while Team Cap is trying to be "the team" again or having "team bonding" or just do friend stuff Tony just looks at them like "I'm not your friend and I am no longer an active Avenger, simply a consultant to SHIELD. If you need anything SHIELD related you may send me an email but please do not try to things when we are just coworkers."
  • And then leaves a surprised Steve, Clint and Sam behind.
  • Zhou: Second chances are great, but you have to be careful with them. Natasha is going to have to work for her second chance, and that will be shot when Tony learns that she also knew about his parents and didn't tell him.
  • Sam Steve Clint n Wanda have been nixed. They're toxic and l think he's ready to move on. He deserves more than they gave him.
  • While I can sew Tony being the bigger person n offering help for Bucky, I think it'd be more of a "here is this person, they're the most qualified to help you." But I can't rally see them being friends. Because no matter what he saw Barns physically kill his parents. Do want matter that he was controlled, Tony saw him do it.
  • Yes! It's time for Tony to move on. Surround himself with new friends (or old ones. I'm a sucker for Strange n Tony having known each other for years and have a deeper friendship before they hook up) and Tony is done with trying with the old team. He doesn't want to be a part of it and he's happy where he is.
  • Me: yeah I like that Natasha has to work for it and then it be shot to hell. And I only like the idea of Bucky and Tony having a small friendship because it makes Steve SUPER jealous . Also I see Tony reconnecting with "old friends" like T'Challa, Hope Van Dyne and Bruce Wayne since their all in the superhero community.
  • Or all the new (teen) Avengers Peter, Kamala, and Donnie being little ducklings around Tony and he's a great mentor for them.
  • Sharon Carter is pissed that Steve hurt her favorite older cousin and refuses to talk to him.
  • Zhou: All of that. And he has biweekly chess games with reed Richards. Reed is determined to win at least once. And Doom comes by once every week or so to talk science and/or magic with Tony n Stephen.
  • Last thing she says to him "I need to gargle a gallon of bleach..." ((Sharon))
  • Me: Tony and Logan go to get beers together.
  • Zhou: Yes. I can see them being friends n playing pool while having a few drinks.
  • Me: Like they don't have deep meaningful conversations but they both know that the other would do anything if the other asked.
  • Like they have that relationship where Tony just looks at Logan , "I need a favor and you can't ask any questions."
  • Logan calmly says "I'll meet you in 10."
  • Also thinking about friendships Tony is friends with the Fantastic Four, him and Reed love to challenge each other and then often Sue will join him and Pepper for lunch. Johnny completely fanboys over Tony and is constantly taking selfies and posting them online, it irritates the hell out of Steve. And with Ben he just lends an ear to the man when he needs to vent his frustrations.
  • Zhou: Tony now has this huge support network. He regularly hires Gambit to break into various stark industries buildings to test the security. He talks science with beast and business with Angel
  • Me: Social Butterfly Tony that actually has a lot of friends that he keeps contact with and is well loved among a wide variety of people.
  • He even gets along with Loki so when they fight each other they keep a playful banter going and Loki doesn't kill people just fucks with the Avengers. (Aside from Tony)
  • Him and Xavier have a telepathic game of Chess going all the time. ((I always think about RDJ playing Sherlock Holmes and he plays chess with the bad guy and they don't use an actual board or anything))
  • Zhou: I love it!
  • He's one of the only outsiders that's welcome in the thieves guild. Mostly because of his friendship with Gambit.
  • He also has Matt Murdoch on speed dial. Never calls him for legal help. Just with random ass questions.

anonymous asked:

Hi, I really enjoy your blog. I saw that you were a teacher, and was wondering how you encourage your students to write? I really want to encourage my younger sisters, but I'm not really sure how. Thanks and have a great night!

This is such a sweet question–I love it! I don’t know how old your sisters are, but if they’re littles I really love this dude’s website, both to use directly and to steal from. He has tons of cool ideas, but my favorites for the 5-12 crowd are giving them blank island maps and asking them to fill them in with places and mountains and rivers and towns and whatever their tiny hearts desire, prodding them to name every single place and explain what it does (if they’re too small to write, I’d write it down for ‘em. The extra little kids have fucking incredible imaginations, and in five minutes of gentle questioning will build you an island where Wolverine owns a spa that contains a laser that once beamed Captain Underpants to the moon, and most of what Wolverine does at this spa is sit around and go “ARGH.”. Older kids sometimes have to be reminded that things can be awesome, instead of just plausible.)  He also has character mugshots with worksheets to explore–my favorite activity with smalls was having them create a character or two and then asking them what happens when that character visits the island. Plot almost always ensues. You then ask them to write it down, or you write it down for them, and they’ve got a story–and it’s been interactive and visual and hysterical the whole time, and they’ve got this awesome story map to pin up on the fridge later. 

If they’re more the 12-18 crew, I’d usually set them free to explore whatever they wanted–with prompts, if they want prompts. Like, I think the best writing advice at this age is honestly just to read a ton and then feel free to write if they WANT to. If they don’t want to, they can’t be persuaded. But reading a ton helps, and if they want to write but don’t know WHAT to write, googling “writing exercises” usually gives you some good stuff. If they’re more sophisticated, I’d give them a book of rad short stories, talk with them about what makes an individual story so rad, and then tell them to try writing a story with one of those ingredients. So if, for example, they happen to love Karen Russell’s Haunting Olivia, they might try writing a story that features a shipwreck, or a child’s POV, or a ghost, or a story with a pair of pink goggles in it. I usually discourage kids from picking MORE than one element–you don’t want to rewrite Haunting Olivia, you want to write something using one of Haunting Olivia’s awesome ingredients.) 

The key thing that i find to be true of kid writers regardless of age, the best most encouraging thing it’s possible to do, is to 1) ask if you can read their stuff 2) compliment the FUCK out of their stuff, and be sincere about it. I don’t care if it’s actually crap, they’re small and there’s always something awesome there. They can tell if you’re bullshitting, so find what’s awesome and be effusive about it. 3) ASK THEM QUESTIONS ABOUT IT. Don’t criticize them unless they’re asking for it, and honestly that’s probably not what they want an older sister for, in my experience. But almost all the writer kids I know are starving for someone to ask them about this amazing stuff they built in their brain, for someone to take them seriously and ask real questions. This is as true for the five year olds I worked with as for the college students I taught. Ask them questions, ask them followup questions, and again, be sincere. 

I hope some of that helps, and that you have a great night too. :) 

Dear Diarist

High school AU where Dean finds a diary, and it just so happens to contain his name - and details of the mystery writer’s intense crush on him. But Dean’s also got a crush… it’s too much to hope for that the diarist is Castiel, right?

happy birthday to @destieldrabblesdaily!!! love you Shirley <3

(read here on AO3 if you prefer!)

Dear Diary,

I think I’m a ghost. No one ever seems to see me at all.

Dean frowned, staring down at the first page of the book that he’d found on top of the lockers, pushed back out of sight. He’d never have found it at all, if Sam hadn’t taken his Physics textbook and hidden it up there, just to show off that he was taller than Dean now.

I don’t talk to anyone and no one talks to me. It’s not that they don’t like me, it’s that they don’t seem to see me at all. I swear I really am a ghost.

Dean stopped reading, frowning. Was this supposed to be an actual diary, or some kind of story? He checked the front cover of the book for a name, a clue to whom it might belong - but found nothing. He opened it up again.

One day, I think I’m just going to stand up and walk right out of class. And no one will even look up. I’m going to walk out of class and never come back and not one person at this school will miss me. And I won’t miss any of them, either. Except…

Dean leaned back against his locker and flipped the page, his attention caught. He wondered briefly whether he should stop reading - but then he got a glimpse of the next few words, and his curiosity escalated out of control.

… there is one boy. Dean Winchester, his name is Dean Winchester. 

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Ice Skates and Spontaneous Dates

Word count: 3,525

Author’s note: I’m turning this into a cute au fight me


Yuuri looked down into his cup of coffee as he stirred it lazily. The platinum haired stranger had walked through the door of his cafe once again, and he was doing everything in his power to avoid eye contact with him. He had been seeing him there for a few weeks and had no idea of how to approach him. His name was Victor and he always ordered the most exciting drink on the menu, his eyes full of life. Luckily, Yuuri wasn’t on duty today, so he could admire Victor in all his glory.

Yuuri didn’t have a crush on him, he convinced himself. He barely knew the man! All he knew is his blue eyes could pierce through his soul, and his smile could put the sun to shame.

Alright, maybe he had a little crush on him.

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untilterminalfailure  asked:

Hey, I'm about to run a VtR chronicle that's going to be a heist story. I've polled every Wiccan, every mythology buff, every fantasy novel reader I know - other than the Philosopher's Stone, no one can tell me of an artifact that can provide great riches. Barring this, my last resort, I'm just going to make one up, but I was hoping to find something with a premade backstory.

Hi untilterminalfailure. Thanks for your question!

There are a lot of legends of things, places, or magical rituals that bring about wealth and prosperity for people - which, given humanity’s obsession with personal property and ownership, isn’t very surprising.

A quick search about the resources I use often brought me to this page: Wikipedia: List of Mythological Objects.

Here are some of the examples that really stand out in relation to your specific request. Bear in mind I know little about some of them, so I encourage you to do further research on those that really grab your attention. I’ve added some notes when an idea came to mind to put a bit of a spin on it to better suit your needs.

  • Draupnir, a golden arm ring possessed by Odin. The ring was a source of endless wealth. (Norse mythology)
  • Vaidurya, most precious of all stones, sparkling beauty beyond compare, the stone worn by the goddess Lakshmi and the goddess of wealth Rigveda. (Hindu Mythology)
  • Nábrók (Death Underpants), are a pair of pants made from the skin of a dead man, which are capable of producing an endless supply of money. (Icelandic folklore)
  • Andvaranaut, a magical ring capable of producing gold, first owned by Andvari. (Norse mythology)
  • Philosopher’s stone, said to perform alchemy without an equal sacrifice being made, such as turning lead to gold, and creating something out of nothing
  • Jeweled Branch of Hōrai, a branch from a tree found on Hōrai, these trees of gold have jewels for leaves. One of Kaguya-hime’s suitor set out to search for the branch. (Japanese mythology). Sometimes it isn’t the thing itself that produces wealth directly, but what it can lead people to or produce indirectly. Never underestimate the value of selling something truly desired by many.
  • Glasir (Gleaming), a tree or grove described as “the most beautiful among gods and men”, bearing golden leaves located in the realm of Asgard, outside the doors of Valhalla. (Norse mythology)
  • Golden Bough, before entering Hades, Deiphobe tells Aeneas he must obtain the bough of gold which grows nearby in the woods around her cave, and must be given as a gift to Proserpina, the queen of Pluto, king of the underworld. (Roman mythology)
  • Golden apple, an element that appears in various national and ethnic folk legends or fairy tales.
  • Alkahest, a hypothetical universal solvent, having the power to dissolve every other substance, including gold. It was much sought after by alchemists for what they thought would be its invaluable medicinal qualities. Alchemy exists in many systems and its parallels with magic, rarity, and incredible abilities are part of popular knowledge. Sometimes its an ingredient, other times a secret technique could be what‘s truly valuable.
  • Ichor, is the ethereal golden fluid that is the blood of the gods and/or immortals. (Greek mythology)
  • Orichalcum, a metal mentioned in several ancient writings, including a story of Atlantis in the Critias dialogue, recorded by Plato. According to Critias, orichalcum was considered second only to gold in value, and was found and mined in many parts of Atlantis in ancient times. A material so rare, so sought after, that having even a little of it yields great wealth.
  • Golden Fleece, sought by Jason and the Argonauts. (Greek mythology). Could be the fleece, could be the sheep.
  • Pot of Gold, Leprechaun store away all their coins in a hidden pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. (Irish mythology) What if the pot wasn’t just a container, but somehow produced it as well? Imagine the worth to that secret, as well as the truth of how its done.
  • Purple Gold Red Gourd, a powerful magic gourd that sucks anyone who speaks before it inside and melts them down into a bloody stew. (Chinese mythology). Okay, so bloody stew may not be all that valuable to most… but what if it wasn’t stew it produced, but instead gave something sweeter. At least to those willing and able to pay its hideous cost.
  • Lance of Olyndicus, the celtiberians’ war chief who fought against Rome. According to Florus, he wielded a silver lance that was sent to him by the gods from the sky. Forgetting the fact that a weapon can be forged from an expensive material, or do something wondrous, what about its rarity, or the legends and meaning carried in its history.
  • Silver apple, magical silver apples can be found on the Isle of Apple Trees. (Irish mythology)
  • Lyngurium (also Ligurium), the name of a mythical gemstone believed to be formed of the solidified urine of the lynx (the best ones coming from wild males). Finally, something to do with all that lynx piss.
  • Toadstone (also Bufonite), a mythical stone or gem thought to be found in, or produced by, a toad, and is supposed to be an antidote to poison. They’re already killing stuff, why not turn its parts into something useful?

Well, I hope that gets you started. Have a peek at the original source page I posted for more ideas.

And check out Tabletop Gaming Resources for more art, tips and tools for your game!

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Cyber Love | Swanchester AU: Emma and Henry have been living their new cursed lives in New York for six months. Henry grows worried about his mom’s love life. Without her knowing, he creates a dating profile for her. When she gets matched with Dean Winchester, Henry sets up a face-to-face date for the pair.

“Macaroni and cheese tonight, or pizza?” Emma asked, making sure the crosswalk was clear before they crossed the street. “I figured I could whip up a big pan of those big twisty noodles you like and bake it with some crumbs on top.”

She waited for a response, but none came.

“Or… we could pick up a pie from Royal Pizza and pig out in front of a movie.”

Silence. She could almost hear the imaginary crickets chirping.

“Or I can make some chimera for dinner. That’s one part lion, one part serpent, and one part goat,” she said facetiously, finally looking over her shoulder to face her son and see what had captivated his attention so fully.

Henry shook his head, his eyes still glued to the screen on his phone as he followed her. “I’m listening to you. Mac and cheese.”

Emma slowed down her pace, wrapping her arm around Henry as they continued down the sidewalk. She sighed. “Ya’know kid, we had an agreement when I got you that phone. That you wouldn’t spend all your free time on it and when someone’s speaking to you, you look up.”

“I know, mom,” he replied, finally looking up to meet her gaze. “But it’s a, uh… a project.”

“For school?” Henry hesitated; Emma knew what that meant. “What kind of project?”

He reluctantly handed his phone to his mother. “Before you get mad and yell at me, just hear me out. I’m worried about you, mom.”

“Worried about me?” Emma’s brow creased at her son’s words as they stopped in front of their apartment building’s gate. Finally, she looked down at the screen.

A picture of her.

A few months prior, the mother of one of Henry’s school friends was taking a photography class and asked the pair to volunteer as models. One of the pictures of just Emma was on her son’s phone screen. She scrolled down and began to read the description under the photo.

“Emma Swan. Age: 30 years old. Location: Manhattan, New York, United States. Seeking: Men – wait a minute. Is this a dating site?” Emma asked, shooting her head up toward her son. “Henry, why would you – do you know how dangerous it is to put private information out on the web? We went over this when you got your computer.”

“I know, mom! But you need a boyfriend. You haven’t dated anyone in years.

Emma sighed, shaking her head as she unlocked the gate and continued toward the building. “First of all, I don’t need a boyfriend. Second, it is neither your job nor your responsibility to worry about my love life. It is not another one of your clever operations that you –“ Henry cringed slightly; Emma groaned. “Oh, you’ve already given it a name, haven’t you?”

“Operation Swan Match,” he said proudly, following his mother as they walked up the stairs. “Come on, mom. You don’t even go out on dates any more. I thought something was going to happen with that Walsh guy when we first moved here, but you pushed him away. You didn’t even give him a chance.”

Emma swallowed. Truth was, she had given him a chance. They’d gone out to lunch, but that’d been as far as it went. Something just didn’t feel right, and Emma had learned a long time ago to trust her gut. She cleared her throat. “I have certain standards, kid. And there’s no shame in that.”

Henry shook his head. “Just give this a shot. Look,” he took the phone from her and scrolled through the site, “I already found this guy who scored a 95% on the personality match. He’s from Kansas, but he travels a lot.”

He handed the phone back to Emma and she gave it a look. “Impala67? What a cheesy username,” she said with a scoff, unlocking their apartment door.

Henry chuckled. “Yours is YellowBug83.”

“Oh,” Emma said, embarrassed. She continued to scroll down his profile. “Dean Winchester. Thirty-five years old.”

“What do you think of his picture?”

Emma scrolled back up and looked at it closer. She shrugged. “He’s handsome, I’ll give him that. A little too blue steel for my taste, but still.”

“What’s blue steel?”

Emma chuckled. “It’s from a movie you’re too young to see yet.”

Henry grinned. “So you like him? Good! Because I already contacted him and he’ll be in town tomorrow with his brother to work on a job.”

“Henry! That’s incredibly dangerous and not to mention a mild form of identity theft. What if this guy is married or stores bodies in his freezer? I’m just not comfortable with the whole online thing.”

“That’s why you’re meeting him this weekend,” Henry said with a satisfied smile. “It’s dinner at that Ostria restaurant tomorrow. I’ve already made plans to spend the night at Tim’s, but I require updates to make sure that you’re safe.”

Emma exhaled deeply as she looked down at the phone screen, and then up at her son. “Fine. But if he turns out to be crazy, you’re grounded. Now, can we get started on dinner already? I’m starving.”

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“So, this woman thinks her cat is possessed by a demon,” Sam started, reading through the paper in his hands as he took a sip of his coffee, “because she’s avoiding her, giving her mean glares, and making demonic hissing noises in the middle of the night. That’s the case? That’s why we’re in Manhattan?” he asked his brother, sitting in the seat across from him.

“Mm-hmm,” Dean replied, holding his burger in one hand and his phone in the other.

Sam shook his head, taking another bite of his salad. “Sounds like a regular cat to me. Besides, since when did we start exorcising pets?”

Dean didn’t reply. His phone beeped; the third time in five minutes.

“Dude, you are blowing up. Who is that?”

Dean shrugged. “Just, uh, ya’know, those alert thingys.”

“For what?” Sam asked, creasing his brow.

Throwing his phone on the table, Dean sighed. “Uh, ya’know. Monster stuff.” Sam nodded unconvinced, then reached across the table and snatched his phone. “Woah, hey, come on! No, give it back!”

“Wa-what?” Sam asked, acting innocent. “Why?”

“Because privacy… and stuff.”

“Oh, privacy,” Sam said with a chuckle. He looked down at the screen, his mouth falling. It was the last thing he ever imagined. “You’re on a dating site?”

Dean stayed quiet for a moment, his lips narrowed in a line. Finally, he rose his hands in surrender. “You know what, yeah. Don’t knock it till you try it.”

Sam scrolled through his profile, then laughed. “Nice screen name Dean. Impala67,” he said in a deep voice, mimicking his brother.

“Alright, give it back. Come on.”

Sam continued to look through the site. He clicked on the conversation he was in, “Emma, huh? There are quite a few messages here. They sound pretty serious.”

A defeated sigh left Dean’s lungs as he finally dropped trying to hide it from Sam. He smiled, “Yeah, check out her page.”

Sam opened up her profile. “Wow. She’s actually really pretty. And, well… normal.”

“What does that mean?” Dean asked, his brow furrowing.

“I guess I was just expecting, um… less clothes.”

Dean chuckled, which surprised Sam. Dean didn’t always take dating seriously; his outings with women usually ended when he either ran out of ones or drove off after a night in the sack. The older brother took another sip of his beer before he continued, “Well, that’s how it started. But then I got paired with yellowbug83 and we scored a 95% on the personality match.”

Sam scoffed. “Yeah but that doesn’t exactly count if you use fake information –“ Dean’s brow creased. “Wait, you actually used real answers for this thing? And not just answers that would pair you with as many loose and freaky women as possible?”

“No – but that’s not a bad idea. I should have thought about that.”

Sam shook his head, going back to the phone in his hand to scroll through the woman’s profile. “She actually seems really awesome. Maybe… too awesome?”

“Is that bad?”

“No, it’s not bad. It’s too good to be true for a woman like this to be available.”

Dean scoffed. “I’m sorry, is it so hard to believe that an attractive, red-blooded American female could be interested in someone like me?”

“You realize there’s no guarantee that Emma,” he used air quotes, “is even Emma. I mean, for all we know it could be some Canadian trucker or 70 year old witch disguised as a model look alike. She probably doesn’t even live –“ he looked back down at her profile, rereading where she was located. “Wait a minute, she lives in Manhattan. Emma is the demon cat, isn’t she? We detoured four hours so you could get laid?”

Dean cleared his throat, fidgeting in his seat a little. “I don’t know, uh - hopefully. I mean, we’re gonna go out to dinner tomorrow night at some fancy restaurant. Which reminds me, I need to get the fed suit out of the back and hang it up.”

“Woah, fancy restaurant? Suit? This sounds like a real date.”

“Yeah,” Dean replied, wondering where the confusion was. “You know, I do know how to go on a date, Sammy.” His brother only stared at him, a look of both shock and confusion rest on his face. Dean sighed. “Look, just give me the weekend. I want to at least meet her, okay? The world isn’t gonna end because the Winchesters took a night off.”

I'm Fine

Pairing: Syndisparklez

Warnings: I am an inexperienced writer trying to write. Other than that, it is very safe.

Summary: Jordan got stabbed but didn’t want to bother anyone, so he decides to get a whole cake instead. Based off a prompt by @jordansgreenshorts. Enjoy.

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Cultural Appropriation Rant Alert, Cuz I'm Tired

I’m getting really mad at this effing community over this effing headdress.

I don’t usually stick my glittery nose into these shenanigans, but enough’s enough – I’m sick to death of y'all – always tryna run simmers out of town because they had the nerve to use non-Western CC in their games. You effing CC Nazis. And yet everyone wants to talk about how open-minded and liberal they are around here; let’s give all our money to some wheelchair fund cuz we care about people look how amazing our hearts of gold are – but then turn around and try to shut down blogs and call people out of their names who are just spreading awareness to people about non-white cultures and giving people rather beautiful CC to help represent different cultures; a refreshing change from all the effing Western contemporary clone CC we’ve been inundated with for the last 5 years. But it’s only because we’re concerned about not offending anyone. T_T The second a piece of tribal or cultural CC comes out everyone’s having heart attacks, like oh no you can’t use that, you can’t make that, that can’t be in people’s games; it’s appropriation and offensive and Jesus outta slap your mama and nonsense.

Shut. Up.

Cuz really it just sounds like a plot to erase all non-Western influence from a sandbox game that I must have misunderstood the intention of – to play as YOU see fit, to represent YOUR idea of what life is like and express YOUR ideas and creativity. Smells like white-washing to me – the more CC creators listen to y'all drivel is the less cultural CC we’ll have, and the more the Western Overlords win – I think it’s a conspiracy, and effing racist as hell! And it’s hypocritical BULLSH!T too – but fine. If that’s the way it is, I don’t ever wanna see another non-Indian sim wearing henna CC ever again – how bout that? ;) If I see one more bedroom-eyed sim rocking a mohawk fauhawk I’m cutting all y'all bedsheets in the middle of the night. One more white sim in dreads and big-hoop earrings and I’m peeing in your bathwater. ^_^

Bloody HYPOCRITES.

Meanwhile everyone who plays Cowboys and Indians are mostly little white boys anyway, so we should round all them up, too, huh? Ban Peter Pan and take down all the DVDs and VHSs and rides at Disneyland, cuz it’s appropriation. Let’s call SilFantasy and the EA Store Team and tell them to yank down their Native American sets at gunpoint while we’re at it, too, cuz it’s just SOOOOOO offensive to give a dying culture you only ever hear about during Thanksgiving actual exposure, so that people can remain aware of the great nations that actually existed outside of Europe before they were da*n near wiped off the face of the earth by effing racists out to erase their history and steal their land.

And this crap really only ever appears when it’s non-white CC, too. So if we’re American simmers, why are we decorating out lots with British phone-booth shaped coffee mugs and lockers with the Eiffel Tower on them? Ain’t that appropriation? Why even have a croissant or berets? It’s not ours. Right? Right? Eff outta here. I remember some mess about Gypsy CC that happened a while back, and telling Goth CC blogs that they’re satanists and to make “normal” CC instead, and there was the idiocy over the big hoop earrings and the gelled baby hair that y'all clowns freaked the eff out over, and of course there was that insanity telling an Asian CC blog not to post Hindu/Buddhist swastika CC cuz it was offensive/racist/whatever, like it’s their fault Hitler APPROPRIATED their religion’s iconography and used it to help spread his agenda. THAT’S appropriation, people. THAT’S offensive. (Omg the nerve of people). But the really big one was when y'all dragged Creaturefearsims on out of here for just *asking* for some new CC, and that was a shame before lord, it really was, especially since no one said a PEEP to SilFantasy or any other creator that made something sorta similar. Yet y'all played Castaway in TS2 with all that generalized Tiki grass-skirt luau stuff like your lives depended on it, didn’t you. T_T GTFO

I just really HATE it in my BONES when people try to tell others how to sim. First: it’s a game. Even when it’s some pervy straight up hentai stuff, hey, it’s their game, and as long as they warn people with tags it’s their right to kill as many sims and flash as many dingalings as they want. Second: this is a free country, a free website, and we all have freedom of speech and freedom of expression. Some things truly are inappropriate and straight up offensive, without contest. But dressing your sim in a pair of dreamcatcher earrings or a pair of moccasin boots or a feather headdress is not one of those things. Oh, because only the chief or the shaman or whoever could wear them – excuse me; only anointed royalty can wear crowns and yet you can google them and get a crapton off CC accessories for those, so shut up! All these Laurel Leaf accessories we have in TS3, yet if the ancient Romans were still around they’d’ve had all us thrown in jail, too! No one talks about that though. Tch.

I’m sorry. I’m not as articulate or toned down as I should be, and I know I’m about to get cussed the eff out by some sensitive smarty pants (who probably isn’t even 100% Native) in a hot minute, but this is crazy, people. 200% crazy. And I really feel it’s counterproductive to what the game is about in the first place. Trampling down the presence of cultural CC is offensive, in my books. I wish we had more. I’m tired of all the contemporary Western crap, I really am, that’s why I do fantasy. It’s a game, people. Stop the madness. Please. I’m gonna throw up, all these bleeding hearts.

Feel free to report my arse in 3, 2, 1