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"It is day 962 of Groundhog Day, and I have learned Japanese well enough to hold a conversation, have read through 1256 books that I've found in the local library, I've tried out 684 recipes I've found online, I have petted every cat and dog in this godforsaken town (attempting the raccoons next!), and I have seduced the hot (virgin!) baker 189 times. Still no idea what the universe is trying to tell me, but I'm doing fine."

stuck in the time loop but i just use it as a free day off. im not even trying to get out. i am teaching myself to knit. i am crocheting. i am cooking. not even doing anything crazy. just escaping capitalism for a week. day 375 and im not sure what lesson it's trying to teach but i've taught myself to hand make lace so all is well

Can you imagine if Zuko hadn’t shown Uncle Iroh the Appa flyer and Uncle had just stayed home. How the whole stealing the Avatar’s bison plan would go?

First Zuko removes Appa’s chains (except for like two chains for steering). He knows that you have to say yip-yip by now, and Appa has no problem letting him climb on, they take off… The moment they are above the lake Zuko notices that he has a) nowhere to take Appa and b) no way to steer him away from the Gaang, whom Appa is currently flying towards at top speed.

The Gaang are delighted to see Appa rescuing them from the Dai Li, and then they notice the still-disguised Blue Spirit clinging to his back. And only Aang knows who the that is. Sokka and Katara are like ‘the Blue Spirit, of the Wanted Posters? Wanted mostly for crimes against the Fire Nation? Noice.’ Then Detective Sokka asks if he is even the real Blue Spirit or a copycat, because what are the chances of the original ending up in Ba Sing Se, so far from his first appearances, right?

Meanwhile Aang has been making his classic ‘I’m not mentioning something that I really should’-faces, and huh, what Sokka says makes sense. He kind of wants to believe it too, seeing as they’re about to storm the palace and there would be no time to deal with Zuko, if he were here. So hopefully it isn’t him! (He is still ready to protect his friends from maybe-Zuko at a moment’s notice, of course.)

Anyway, Zuko manages to keep his mouth shut (the Blue Spirit disguise kinda helps with that), and he reluctantly has to admit that fighting the whole Team Avatar right now might not work out super well, but he also can’t just leave and try again tomorrow. And that’s how Zuko gets dragged along when they depose Long Feng and tell Kuei about the war…

He gets home in the evening and has to explain to his worried Uncle that he has technically helped the Avatar with a coup. The Blue Spirit is officially an Earth Kingdom hero now and has been invited to join the Earth King’s personal security. He doesn’t even have to take the mask off or talk (they can give him some paper to write when they really need to ask some questions) because Kuei doesn’t realize that isn’t exactly normal hiring practises for royal security. It’s still a prime information-gathering opportunity, though. Yes, he knows it’s dangerous and he even told the Earth King (in writing) that he has to work for his uncle and that’s how you were invited to serve tea to the Earth King, Uncle! (For real this time.) (Safety concerns are suddenly a lot less important to Iroh.)

(This is the best case scenario – worst case, the Gaang realize who he is, kick his ass, and later they tell the Earth King he has infiltrated Ba Sing Se and now the City Guard, the Dai Li and maybe the Army are searching for him. Fortunately they don’t know where he lives, but fat chance of being able to work at the new Upper Ring teashop with Uncle.)

me and @alliestrawberri made up a little fic of spock secretly making jim some dino chicken nuggies in the microwave behind mccoy's back and spock's face is lit up like that scene in lego batman 🍗 he bought the microwave at an antique shop in san francisco and has been hiding it under his bed for emergencies...gonna draw this soon

(I wanna continue it more so here's my take on what else would possibly happen)

Suns thoughts run amuk just as they always do when you return. Filled with fear and turmoil for you, afraid each time will be the last.

Through the dark he took you thinking of how you always look when your memories of the lives you've spent together, always surprised and always an adorable flush across your cheeks.

Each time Sun made sure to never reveal the story behind the circlet or who it came from. Being a slightly lower being than those before him he wouldn't dare test it and risk losing you.

Though this time was different. Sun regretted never telling you of his origin or how there was greater than even he. He felt like a liar just like him.

His hand squeezes a bit tighter around your hand. Perhaps he could finally tell you and all the worry would just be in his own mind. Perhaps he could keep you if he told you.

Eventually you stop and the inky black that surrounds you shifts into what seemed like a surreal oil painting of a dark forest. You look to find a gazebo and a table with all your favorite foods and flowers to decorate.

"Is it still to your liking my Sunbeam?"

Sun looked down at you with calm eyes, you nod grinning from ear to ear. You each take your seats and begin to snack on the food in front of you.

Sun watched you for a moment considering something and admiring you all the same. You admired him as well.

He always looked so... unreal.

The rays upon his head glittered gold in the light that came from nowhere in particular. His eyes are somehow incredibly gentle while still looking mechanical. His outfit looking like something straight out of a Grecian God history book looking as if one touch from it would put you to sleep immediately.

Sun cleared his 'throat'. If that's what you would call it. Clearing your prior thoughts you were brought to attention.

"I must share with you something I have not in any life of yours before."

The circlet around your head constricted ever so slightly causing Sun to twitch only barely escaped your notice.

"The circlet is from another being, greater than I."

Your eyes widen, something must have changed in between the time it took you to return. It had.

"Every time you return to me you see another being who is my equal, my brother. We are but the same coin not different sides not different at all as you know. The one above us gifted us the circlet to keep the one we love with us for longer than just a moment. He promised us a life with you filled with happiness and joy. He lied."

Suns hands tightened into fists. If he has human flesh you have no doubt his knuckles would be white right now.

"He did not specify that every time you will go mad and reincarnate to be given the same choice."

You feel the snake on your head hiss in warning. Fearful you reassure him that it's alright that you will do this a hundred more lifetimes if you get to see and spend time with him again.

Sun sighs and looks away.

"You shouldn't want to. You deserve better my precious sunlight. The circlet is from our older brother, Eclipse. He is far older and bigger than the both of us combined. In telling you I'm..."

He paused for what seemed like a century. You felt your mind whirling suddenly, voices starting to whisper just beyond your sight. Maybe he stopped maybe you just couldn't hear him anymore. Every time you went through the beginning of madness it didn't get easier.

You tried to nod and focus on what he was saying, but he turned to three then six. He sounded muffled and distorted like a radio underwater. He put his hands to the side of your face coming back to one.

"I'm making it impossible for you to return."

Suddenly the world around you quieted and stilled.

"That's not funny."

His face didn't change.

"No. You would never. Moon made you. He persuaded you to do this for 'my own good' or some other deluded reason!" Hurt and rage settled in your stomach and began to rise. Sun knew it would hurt, but he didn't account for how badly. For it was his idea after all.

"The first moment you chose the circlet it made it to be you will always return to this place to be given the choice once you reach a certain age. Have you not noticed your peculiar luck on always finding us? I refuse to lie any longer, you deserve a life of long happiness and freedom not to be doomed to repeat the same things because of our own greed."

Now your blood was boiling.

"Who are you to make the decision for me?! I have chosen you time and time again!" A thought bloomed and drained all the blood from your face.

"Are you...bored of me?"

Sun never looked so heartbroken, so empty.

"Sunshine... I would never tire of y-"

"No, but you made this decision where I can't come back after I go mad! Take it back." You start to shake with fear. You grab his arms and begin to shake him as well. "Take it back now!! I don't want to be without you! Either of you!"

Sun was so lost. He just stared at you and looked like began to tear up. He brought you close to his chest and began to rumble.

"It's what's best for you-"

"Starlight."

Moon slithered behind you holding you close and sandwiching you in. "I see my brother has told you our little agreement, the snake bites." Moon was always more cryptic than Sun, more tricksy. Sun tensed at the close proximity and tried to shield you from his grip. He was eager to have you in his arms as long as he had left with you.

The hair on the back of your neck stood straight up. He was too close and too knowing right now for your liking. He felt overwhelming right now. Moon and you had a peculiar relationship after all these lives most would be a predator/prey sort of teasing and a few more would be protective and easing you into the madness instead of a harsh decline.

These didn't matter as he bend over your shoulder so close to your ear before saying from what seemed like all directions.

"Let's see if this time you choose me my starlet."

The world around you came crashing down. Colors blinding black and blue and gold and yellow. Screaming and crying. Not just gods staring at you not just demons staring at you not just cryptids staring at you. Everything stares at you picking your skin apart bit by bit. Falling sky's. Falling ground. Wet above you coming down pooling below you trapping you in. Not feeling your own body. Feeling everything around you. So many hands touching you. No escape. No feeling. No breath. No sight.

Snap

You always had a huge fascination with Eldrich beings. The idea of something so much bigger and greater than you was so comforting. It made you feel almost safe in a way.

You always imagined there would be one like all celestial bodies, the sun, the moon, the stars. Because of this love for the night and beasts greater than yourself you loved to pour your time into cryptid hunting and anything of the sort.

One night before an expedition there was a loud slow knock at your cabin door. You hadn't invited anyone on this trip had you? You look out your window to find...

Nothing.

You scoff probably some pranksters from the nearby campsite, though that would be a pretty lengthy walk for them so you open the door. After finding nothing amiss you look at the ground.

A deep blue book with orange fading to yellow edges sat at your feet. It smelled very old and very different from any book you've ever felt.

You open the first page. It was scrawled with a language it looked like no one had ever written or would be capable of writing, not intentionally. In the corners of the pages there were little emblems of a sun and a moon you stroked over them with your thumb a smile crossing your features for reasons you didn't know.

Then suddenly you were back.

(that was the most I've written in a short amount of time since my last fanfic. Holy crap. I really hope y'all like it! Especially the OP. I loved your dream and I just had to add! It was too good not to)

HI THIS IS- OKAY I’M JUST. I HAD THIS DREAM.

And in the dream I was a Y/N living in a new DCA AU called the Snake Holder AU. The whole premise was that Sun and Moon were like. These ancient beings. Not gods. Not demons. Not cryptids. Just. Around since the beginning of time.

Anyway. These beings. If you happened to be foolish enough to go looking for them. They would ask if you wanted to live. No one was allowed to know they existed, so you had to choose to live with a terrible burden or uh. Get taken out.

Side note: They spoke in a very interesting way. They would constantly finish each other’s sentences and there wasn’t quite rhyming, but it did feel poetic?

Anyway. I’m standing at the end of this hall, looking left and right down pitch black corridors.

“Do you want to die….” Moon begins.

“Or do you want to love?” Sun finishes.

Love? I think. Shouldn’t it be ‘live’? And I’m sure he’s made a mistake. Like, that seems so… not correct. Well. What do I have to lose?

I turn and go left, towards a faint orange glow.

“So be it,” Moon hisses.

“So it is,” Sun agrees. And out of the dark comes Sun. Wow. Tall. Imposing. Very pretty. Obviously mechanical, I can see the joints of his fingers. But somehow he still looks kinda soft.

He’s holding a circlet. What’s it for? I’ve no clue. But as he stops before me, I can see the circlet is a snake, and it’s got little flowers and intricate details. And just looking at it I’m like “oh this is very important.”

Sun puts the circlet on my head. He smiles at me.

“We’re so happy to have you back.”

Back? I’ve never been-

And then I am STRUCK as if by lightning. This tidal wave of memories passes over me. I have been here before. In a past life. Apparently in every past life. Apparently that’s our cross to bear. Every life I show up to this hidden place and every life I choose to live.

And over time Sun and Moon have fallen in love with me, but I never live for long after receiving the circlet.

Because the snake is actually a curse. But every time I return Sun HAS to put it on me. It’s not something he gets to choose. I choose it. The dream was very vague about why the snake circlet is such a burden. I got the vibe that it was tied to a much older, more dangerous ancient being. And the circlet would allow that being to… corrupt the mind, you could say.

Anyway. Here I am. With this ancient being that loves me. With this circlet I cannot remove. He takes my hand and guides me into the dark.

“We have much to discuss.”

He looks happy to see me. But I know. Deep down I know that he wishes I wouldn’t choose the circlet. It is agony for them to watch me slowly go insane time and time again.

But I keep doing it.

And I know, looking up at him, exactly why.

It’s because I want to be with them. And I don’t care what it costs.

DCxDP fanfic idea: Ecto-Specialist

Danny Fenton gets sent by his parents as a Fenton Ecto-Specialist at the request of the Justice League. They would have gone themselves, but unfortunately, every other Fenton had come down with the flu.

Danny was happy about his ghost immune system because this meant he could present Ghosts in a much more favorable light. He left behind all his parents' weapon blueprints and research reports.

He switched them out with his PowerPoint, ghost notes, and interviews he managed to obtain from the friendlier spiris. He arrived to the Hall of Justice, was given a special access pass and was told to set up in a board room.

He nervously plugged everything in, smooth down his suit, and practiced his speech. He's given presentations before, but they have always been school assignments. It was still nerve-wracking, but at least everyone else had to give the exact same topic for the same five to six minutes requirement.

Here, he was going to speak before some of the best heroes of the world to convince them that ghosts were sentiment. To prove they should have rights.

No pressure.

"Hello, I'm Danny Fenton. I'm going to speak about Ecto-beings and their vast culture within the Infinite Realms, " He says to the empty chairs. He pauses for a moment before, as if though he was gathering the attention of a audience before pressing the clicker abd watching his slide move.

"What are Ecto-beings?" He makes a gesture, that he once saw Tim Drake do on TV. It was a smooth wrist roll that he thought look sophisticated. "They can come in all shapes and sizes. Some are naturally formed from their environment, others are born to Ecto-beings and a few or deceased spirits. But they all share a core build from ectoplasm. That's what classifieds them as-"

"Maybe start but explaining what ectoplasm is" a voice cuts him off. Danny is not proud of the high pitch scream that releases from his throat. He is even less proud that he jumps so badly, he ends up tripping over his feet and falling over.

Bell-like laughter, fills the air, and Danny swings his head to the doorway only to further choke on his spit. Standing there looking like a Greek god is Tim Drake.

The very person he was attempting to imitate.

"Are you the Fenton Works representative?" Drake asks, strutting in with a wink. "I'm here on Wayne Enterprises behalf. We may be doing a joint charity effort for Ecto-beings rights. I'm Timothy Drake. And you?"

"I ugh, I'm Danny. Ugh- Danny Fenton. My parents own Fenton Works." He scrambles to his feet, flushing dark red when Drake smiles. "I'm presenting today. I was um practicing?"

"You're doing great" Drake assures. "Just remember to not stand in front of the screen. You want people to ready your bullet points."

"Oh." Danny drags his podium over. He cringes when he realizes that causes it yo scrap against the floor, leaving two long lines.

Drake's grin widens. "It has wheels. You just press the little lever on the right"

Danny wants to die "right. Sorry"

"Nothing a wax machine can't fix." Drake tilts his head, studying his face before asking,"Want to get a quick coffee to calm your nerves? They sell a great brand in the cafeteria"

Danny rubs his hands "Coffee makes me more nervous but thank you"

Drake's smile flatters before it switches back. "Icecream then?"

"No thank you. I run cold naturally and ice cream makes it worse"

".....how about afterwards? We could go watch a moive? Dinner?"

"I would, but I'm supposed to stay in the hotel my parents rented for me. They'll know if I'm not."

The other teen nods and looks a bit disappointed. "Alright, you can't blame a guy for trying . Well, good luck with your practice. I'll be back in an hour for the presentation."

Dannybwaves goodbye, trying to slow his fluttering heart rate. He just spoke to Tim Drake! He can't wait to text Sam and Tucker.

It's only after re-running the presentation once, about thirty minutes later, that Danny jolts in place "HE WAS ASKING ME OUT?!"

"Who was?"

For the second time that day, Danny released a high pitch scream. It's much worse to find Wonder Woman fighting a amused smile standing in the doorway instead of a Teenage Hearttob.

He hasn't even started. Maybe he should have fake being sick, too.

😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️

More Than Just A Body (Swap)

Thinking about a post-body swap Sterek fic.

One that fully takes place after a body swap has already been reversed (like, a sequel to a non-existent fic--where they swapped bodies, had to live as the other, got switched back, yet didn't get together by the end--that's constantly alluded to, but we never actually get to read), so we only see the aftermath.

Derek is super irritated and snippy for days after they get back into their own bodies. Stiles thinks it's because Derek feels pissed and humiliated he had to relive to highschool with insufferable teenagers, be helplessly human and weak, and generally listen to authority again (his dad). It definitely bums Stiles out to think that Derek found living his life so deplorable that he's still angry about it. So now both of them are upset and sort of avoiding each other.

It isn't until two weeks later, when their stand-off is starting to effect pack business, that Stiles gets fed up and confronts Derek.

"What's your deal, man? You've been super shitty ever since we swapped back. It's been two weeks. How can you still be mad about living as me? What, was doing the dishes and being forced to write 5,000 words about the Louisiana Purchase seriously that terrible? Look, I'm sorry you had to deal with my stupid, tissue-paper body for so long, but you can't just-!"

And before you know it, Derek has him shoved up against a wall. He's still pissed, yeah, but, for some reason, he also looks...hurt and broken inside.

"Your body isn't stupid, Stiles! It was the best thing to happen to me in years!"

Stiles is stunned speechless. Derek's fingers are trembling around the grip he has in Stiles' shirt. There's so much pain in those green-blue eyes that it actually aches to look in them. It looks almost like grief.

Like Derek is in mourning.

Derek's not crying, but his eyes are definitely shinier as he continues, "You have no idea what you have, Stiles. What I had. For the first time since the worst fucking day of my life, I got to do normal things, like chores and sports. Not a single person expected anything of me o-or looked to me for answers. I didn't have to worry about fucking up and getting people killed, because the smartest guy I knew was taking care of my body like it was something precious. And all I had to do in return was live your beautiful, quiet life. A life where someone gently woke me up for school and nobody found me too intimidating to get close to.

"I got to know what it was like to be loved by a father again, Stiles! To say the words 'I love you, too, Dad' when I didn't think I'd ever get another chance. I-I got to be hugged and have people smile at me like they were glad to see me and I'd get to look in the mirror in the morning to the sweetest smile at the start of my day and hear your voice every time I talked. It was perfect." Somehow, Stiles has found his face streaked with tears even though the tears valiantly sticking to Derek's lashes still haven't fallen as his voice breaks over his words.

"A-and now? All I get to wake up to is me." The word is spit out with acid and venom. "I get to wake up alone in a cold, silent, empty, concrete room and look at a face in the mirror that makes me sick. I get to go back to my pathetic fucking life where I have to choose between literally fighting against an endless wave of people out to kill me or using my family's blood money to buy myself a microwavable dinner for the night. The only difference is that now...now I'm haunted by the feel of your fingers through my hair, your arms wrapped around me," at this, Stiles can feel his heart cracking apart at the thought of Derek using his body to simply hug himself, "y-your voice telling me that I'm going to be okay, and just-just the sight of your skin and your eyes and-and-I just, I can't, Stiles, I-I can't-!"

Stiles is clutching Derek so tight to him in an instant, tucking him into his neck and slowly lowering them to the ground as Derek collapses and sobs into him.

---

Once the tears are all dry, Stiles finally picks up the courage to be vulnerable too. He owes it to Derek.

At least it'll be easier now that he can't see the werewolf's reactions.

So, as he's stroking the other's hair, Stiles tells him about how he wishes Derek could see the man he fell in love with the way Stiles can.

He tells him about how he fell in love with a man whose heart is so big and full of kindness that he physically cannot stop himself from helping people, no matter how much he likes to pretend that he doesn't care.

The man he loves is powerful, resilient, and stronger than any one person has any right to be, yet so fragile as to be afraid of loving someone too much because he might be shattered.

The man Stiles loves is smart, sassy, thoughtful, stubborn, awkward, grumpy, sweet, and so so deserving of hugs and smiles and kisses and praise, because Derek is and has always been more than just a body.

Stiles tells him about how, during their swap, he made sure to take warm baths with nice smells, nap in cozy blankets, and massage his hands and feet with lotions because Stiles wanted to take care of Derek's body as much as he could while he got the chance. He did it because he wanted to help Derek and this was the only way he thought he could.

If there had been even the slightest indication that anything more would've been well received, Stiles would have already done it. All he wants is permission.

"Please...let me take care of you?"

---

So, slowly, day by day, Stiles enfolds Derek into a gentle life.

Stiles is Derek's strongest advocate, his extra set of hands to help carry his burdens, his pillow, his introduction to new things and new people.

They're always wrapped around each other, all the time, almost like Stiles is scared of Derek getting cold.

Despite the confession, things remain G-rated for a while. Cuddles, hand-holding, caresses, just touching. Shy kisses eventually make an appearance after some time, but they remain sweet, loving little things.

Stiles makes it perfectly clear that he's fine waiting to make a move until he's sure being intimate can't possibly be mistaken as anything else. He needs Derek to understand that this isn't obligation or pity. Stiles loves Derek. And Stiles is going to take his time because he wants Derek to feel loved beyond his body, no matter how long it takes.

By the time Derek feels whole again, now living with the Stilinskis and smiling softly as a default expression, they find themselves in front of the bathroom mirror having their first time together.

It's definitely not kinky. Mostly reverent, full of "It's okay, I'm right here", fingers laced tight together, flashing eyes, and a bit of emotional tears. It's gentle and assuring, with promises of never being alone again, and whispers of "so beautiful" and "so sweet" and "so perfect". Climax is rewarded with praises, hands stroking up arms and down backs, and "I love you"s are slurred through dropped fangs and traded back and forth between kisses

But as expected, finally having sex doesn't magically make Derek love himself. It's still a long road. Because even if Derek doesn't completely hate his life anymore, there are those hard days where he still has problems with 'being Derek'.

And maybe one day Derek will learn to love the body he lives in.

Until then, Stiles will just have to love it for him.