I WAS going to draw an entire comic based on the new movie, buuuut these seemed more fun ATM and they’d fit better into the theme anyway, so have some TOS AU ft. Trouble with Tribbles! :3 What’s funny about Star Trek is most episodes could honestly fit into the Voltron universe? The whole Space Travel to bring peace to many worlds is very compatible uwu But I also wanted to play with who would get what color (since I’ve seen others doing the same) so Star Fleet uniforms for everyone! And Galra!Keith makes an appearance again X’’D (Yes Allura’s the Captain!)
As for the crossover portion…
Have two half-aliens (theoretically, in Keith’s case) who cannot understand jokes for the life of them ;w; Also, Gravity Falls reference ahahaha is it crossovery enough yet??
vital question: do the robins in your batcanon wear the booty shorts or nah
Haha, nah! Just very tight pants. The first Robin costume was a modified trapeze costume, so there were probably bright colors and bare arms and maybe a bit too much sparkle, but not a lot of teenage boy legs. Early Dick Grayson aesthetics like:
And then Bruce would have modified it further to involve actual body armor and minimal bared skin and proper gloves and LOOK if you would just WEAR A COWL you would leave A LOT LESS FORENSIC EVIDENCE everywhere you fucking go HAIR EVERYWHERE and Bruce is just so irritable about the whole fucking thing WEAR A HAIRNET YOU AWFUL CHILD DON’T JUST BACKFLIP AWAY FROM ME WHEN I’M TALKING TO YOU put on some real fucking boots you’re going to get tetanus i don’t care if you can’t grip things with your feet, that’s not what feet are for oh my god just wear black you’re a fucking technicolor target right now what did i ever do to deserve this
(alfred sips tea in the distance)
and the first thing Dick does when he moves out is get a more practical fucking costume and grow his hair out and it’s like a double whammy of irritating the shit out of Bruce and all future Robins must live in the brightly-colored shadow of the costume Dick refused to give up
I was just thinking about that trope of authors using foods like “chocolate” or “coffee” or “cinnamon” to describe a character’s skin, and then I wondered what would happen if they did the same with white people. Here’s what I came up with:
Her eyes gleamed like tiny pieces of cucumber in a smooth, clear face the color of uncooked chicken.
His creamy skin was the precise shade of day-old shortbread that would not be out of place in the apartment kitchen of some nursing home in the suburbs.
Their legs, pale from lack of sun, were the color of a suspiciously pink iced latte, with perhaps a bit too much milk, but sufficiently caffeinated nonetheless.
People always raved about finding their soulmate, but not
just because it meant that they had found their one true love. It was because
it made the world technicolor. You
spent your life dreaming about what these colors were, living through a black
and white haze, while people who had found their soulmates spoke on and on about
these mixtures of colors you had no idea what they looked like. When your world
became technicolored, that meant that you had seen your one true love in person.
Suddenly, everything that once was a shade of gray, black, or white, now had
splashes of greens, reds, yellows, and every other color under the sun.
You dreamt of that day, but you also didn’t let your life be
hindered by the lack of color. You enjoyed your black and white lifestyle.
Listened to music, made friends, and enjoyed being alive, but everyone always
talked about how they wished to find their soulmate so their world would become
emboldened with vibrancy. Sighing, you listened to your friend go on and on,
she had recently been at the market, when she say a guy and her world changed.
Y/N, it’s so hard to
describe! It’s like living in a new world! We are going to the movies tonight! She
shrieked and you chuckled. Reina was always like that, she seemed to become
over excited about every little thing, which is what you needed in your life.
She was the positive ray of sunshine in your rather dull world, but now she had
found her match and you knew that it meant she would slowly slip away.
Well I’m glad, Reina. I’m
going to need to meet this extraordinary guy! You played the happy best
friend as she squealed into the phone.
Oh, but I was supposed
to go to the BTS concert with you tonight! She said with shock. I totally forgot! She exclaimed and you
sighed. A concert alone just wouldn’t be any fun, but you had practically
killed to get these tickets.
Uhm, it’s okay. I’m
sure they’ll have a comeback. It’s not every day that you meet your soulmate! You
tried to play it off, but you heard her sigh.
You’re still going
right? She asked and you took in a quick breath. You wanted to go, but now
you had lost your partner in crime. Y/N!
You have to go! You love Bangtan! She stated the obvious. You rolled your
eyes. You did love BTS, they were just the perfect fluffy group of guys that
made your dreary world more vibrant with their music. You sighed again.
I don’t know. Concerts
alone are no fun. You murmured, but Reina was not having it.
You’re going. She
said sternly and you knew she would make you go, even if it meant her and
Prince Charming were going to follow you to the arena. You nodded.
Fine fine. You
mumbled and she giggled in the receiver.
As you got ready, you wondered why you were going alone.
Slipping on a simple gray tank crop top, ripped jeans, your Adidas shoes, and a
baseball cap, you looked like the most chill fan ever. As you walked into the
arena, you saw millions of Jungkook, Jimin, Yoongi, and V t-shirts. You shook
your head as you clipped your simple Hobi pin to the waistline of your jeans
and walked in, handing the guard your ticket. As girls screamed and cried
around you, you sneakily took a swig from your flask. If I’m going alone, I am at least bringing a little liquid courage. You
mumbled to yourself as you took another gulp. The warmth of the alcohol seemed
to wash over you, as you heard the music start to play.
You had paid for front row tickets, so you sat with an empty
seat beside you, while fans pushed to get closer to the stage. As each of the
guys came out, you felt your eyes scan the stage for your bias.
J-Hope. You heard
Namjoon scream into the mic and your eyes widened as he ran onto stage. He
seemed to scan the crowd, then like magnets your eyes met.
You blinked a couple times because the world started to change
shades. The black and white scene that laid before you was now morphing into something
completely different. Bursts of colors you had never seen before seemed to
splash into view as your eyes blinked fervently.
What the fuck is going
on? You asked yourself as you looked up at the stage. The lights were
changing colors, it was all too much to really grasp.
Hobi? You heard
Jimin’s voice ring through the speakers and everyone seemed to go quiet as Hobi
blinked quickly. Hobi hyung, are you
okay? He whispered to his elder who grasped Jimin’s arm.
Uhm, I can see color. Hobi
murmured into Jimin’s ear and Jimin’s eyes went wide.
You saw your
soulmate?! He asked quickly and Hobi looked around the stadium.
I must have, but how
the fuck do I find her? He asked frantically while Jungkook and Namjoon
tried to distract from the scene.
Guys, we have a show,
we will figure this out later. Yoongi said as he ushered them back to their
places on stage. Hobi looked around the large arena, in complete awe at the
world he was now seeing. Various colors and a rainbow of lights graced the
stage as Hobi went through the routines and songs. He wanted to drink in the
sight, but he constantly skimmed the audience to see where his soulmate might
be, this was a sold out show, so finding you was going to be difficult.
You walked out of the arena, you head spinning from
everything new. You scrunched your eyes closed as you tried to calm your
breathing. Pulling out your phone, you dialed Reina.
Hello? Her voice
rang in the other end and you sighed.
Reina, I can see in
color. You murmured and heard her gasp.
Wait, you found your
soulmate at the concert?! What’s he like?! She asked and you shook your
I don’t know, I don’t
know who it is. You mumbled and she went silent. I was just looking at the stage as they announced the guys and then
boom! Everything changed. You explained and she took in a sharp inhale.
Y/N, you know what
this means right? She asked and you shook your head, trying to wrack your
brain of what she might be thinking.
You would have left the room without ever saying a word if DK didn’t grab your wrist. You would have left the room without saying any of those awful things you had said if DK didn’t grab your wrist. You would have left the room without making a scene, without breaking your heart, breaking DK’s heart, and inflicting damage on the other members who you had grown to love if DK didn’t grab your wrist.
You might have set a record for how fast someone could slip on a pair of shoes, the anger had bubbled in your stomach and if you didn’t get to your car within the next few seconds you might just explode. The dorm reeked of sweat, that was one thing you remembered clearly, the rest all seemed like a blur.
DK’s large hand wrapped around your wrist, preventing you from leaving. You had told him you didn’t want to make this a bigger deal than what it was; if he wanted to break up with you then go right fucking ahead, but don’t act like you can still be friends. “Babe,” he cooed softly, trying to calm you. You looked around the room, Woozi and Hoshi were watching TV and Vernon was reading a book next to them. “Stop ignoring me.” His thumb gently rubbed the top of your hand, and that’s what caused you to snap.
“No!” You shot back as tears began brimming in your eyes. You kept a pathetic attempt to keep them from tipping over your bottom eyelids, but they stage dove down with only your florid stained cheeks to catch them. “How do you expect me to be friends with you DK, you mean the fucking world to me! Are you a psychopath? Was I really the only one who felt this way?”
It was entirely silent except for the TV droning on in the background. “What, DK? Now you have nothing to say? You can never shut your goddamn mouth and now all I hear is that TV.” This is where you wished you stopped talking. You couldn’t meet his eyes, you were sure if you met them there would be tears, you were sure the boys in the living room where watching this like it was a reality TV show. “I- I wish I never met you! I wish there wasn’t a you!”
From that moment on you could only remember fragments. His eyes, which you saw out of the corner of your eye were the color of autumn, maybe because they were growing dark much too soon and things seemed to be dying in the iris. You had never worn your sorrows on your sleeves, but in that moment you wore them like ripped jeans and you could see all the mistakes written on your skin that he once got to hold. And if you listened past the TV, past your angry yells, and DK’s quiet sobs, you could’ve sworn you snapped. Just like that.
Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Y/N Ackles (Reader),Genevieve Padalecki (mentioned), Tom Padalecki (mentioned), Shep Padalecki (mentioned)
Pairing: Jensen x Pregnant!Reader, J2 Friendship
Warnings: Gory Halloween Decorations, Coffee denial (yeah I was out of beans as I wrote the first half of this) Hormones, Pregnancy (is that a warning), Semi Public Sex, Quickie. Unprotected sex (but they are married and she is already pregnant so…) NSFW Gif under the cut.
Wordcount: 3100ish (or 3112 for Steph :P)
A/N: I knocked three challenges out with this one. I hope that is okay guys.
This is my entry for @thethingwewrite’s Relationships and Friendships challenge where my pairing was J2 (friendship). Tia gave me the prompt: “Cover my back!” Broke the word limit with a bit, but only by 100 words. Sorry!
It is also my entry for @supernatural-jacklesColors of Fall Writing Challenge where my prompt was Halloween Stores and my chosen pairing was Jensen x Reader.
It is also my last hiatus prompt for @one-shots-supernatural challenge which is kinda sad. It has been one hell of a ride - thanks Kayle! The prompt is: “With a face like this I can get away with anything.”
Thanks so much to my amazing sassy lil sis Rach aka @mysupernaturalfics for betaing - Sass - this for me.
NO HATE TOWARDS DANNEEL - ASSUME SHE IS HAPPY WITH SOMEONE ELSE. THIS IS FICTION!
You had always loved Halloween, something you shared with your husband but for entirely different reasons than him.
You loved the colors, the lights and the way your street changed into something out of a horror movie. You saw the beauty in the horrific scenes on each and every lawn, while he loved scaring the crap out of kids, teenagers and the occasional parent.
You on the other hand loved the lights and the pumpkin carving. A discipline Jensen had put you to shame in last night, but you hardly cared.
You had loved the quiet time with him. Or what had started as quiet times and had ended in a food fight and sex on the kitchen floor. Neither of you had been able to keep your hands of each other for long over these past few weeks. It wasn’t like you hadn’t always been a passionate couple, but before you had gotten pregnant you had both had a decent amount of self control. Since you had gotten pregnant and especially since you had started to show, he hadn’t been able to keep his hands to himself for long. You couldn’t blame him entirely though, with all the hormones coursing through your body you spend every waking moment either wanting to kill him or jump him.