𝐿𝑎 𝑃𝑎𝑢

𝑆ℎ𝑒/𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎 🇻🇪 𝑇𝑎𝑢𝑟𝑜 "𝐷𝑒𝑏𝑖́ 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑟 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒 𝑙𝑢𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝑐𝑢𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑝𝑢𝑑𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑜"

[lapaufabi]

My mind has been wandering about a sort of female version of Adam Warlock (from the comics), who ends up traveling to Viltrum in her search for some meaning, and ends up meeting Nolan (in his youth, when he was training the children) and they end up fighting, why, I don't know, but between fights, Nolan ends up liking it, in the Viltrumite way? I suppose, I don't really describe it The things that go through my mind, I only know that everything would be very messy.

[lapaufabi]

I should be working on my thesis, but I can't stop thinking about the alternate universe where young Nolan is actually Nolan Junior from @acheronlovely, but with the added twist that Mark's best friend is also a hero (magic? I don't know, reader!magic has me thinking) and due to some kind of spell-related accident, Nolan Jr. and reader!magic end up in the classic pollen problem (my brain is fried from so much homework and fanfiction).

[lapaufabi]

Okay, I admit it, I'm totally desperate. I desperately need fanfics about all my handsome men and beautiful women, but not movie fanfics.

I want well-written fanfiction; I don't care if it's just porn with no plot, but I want it to be based on the comics.

[fuckedupamericangirl]

Sign of the Times

If you guys haven’t noticed I’ve named all my reader inserts after songs or song lyrics. I hope someone likes this one I really set my heart and soul into it. 

Booster Gold x Reader.

The last time Michael saw her it was over a year ago, but to her, it had only been a few hours maybe a day at most. That was the beauty of time travel it didn’t matter when he left or for how long because he could always come back to her without making her worry.

RIP Hunter once told him that he’d be the greatest hero no one has ever heard of and that was alright because she knew and he could set aside his pride and vanity as long as he was a Hero in her eyes. Her love and admiration were all he needed.

She wasn’t home yet she was probably buying last minute presents or groceries, it was Christmas Eve. He remembered helping her decorate the Christmas Tree while Ted hanged all the garlands around the archways. She was so small compared to him he often wondered if she minded the height difference. If she did she never talked about it.

Booster decided to take a shower he couldn’t remember the last time he was in a building with running water. While he was undressing he couldn’t help, but stare at all the bruises he had. He saw how purple and green decorated his body and he finally realized he was in pain. His mind was tired, his body was sore and his soul was aching. He took a bath instead hoping the heat of the water would help him relax.

He spent a whole year without her and his body craved her presence. He wondered if she’d noticed? She always did. That was her superpower knowing, she knew things about him even if he didn’t. Maybe that’s why he loved her because she knew he could be so much more and she saw him that way. As he could be not as he was.

Booster didn’t notice her come into the bathroom he was too busy thinking.

“How long were you gone?”

“A couple months.” He lied, “How did you know?”

“Michael you have a beard.”

“I completely forgot about it. Do you like it?”

She walked over to the bath and sat down on the edge of where the porcelain meets limestone and gave her enough room to sit. “Not really. It makes you look so unhappy…so pained.”

“I’ll get rid of it then there’s no point in having it if you don’t like it.”

She took a shampoo bottle and squeezed some onto her hands. She then proceeded to lather it into his hair. He liked the way her fingers moved in small circles through his scalp it soothed him. “Michael… if you like it I’ll get used to it.”

“It’s alright. I honestly forgot I had it.”

“The mission must have been really draining if you forgot you grew a beard.”

“It was the same as usual only longer.”

She stood up and took off her shoes and pants. She then sat back down on the ledge only this time her legs were in the water and Boosters head rested in between them. She grabbed a plastic container that was nearby and started to rinse his hair off. Booster closed his eyes and kissed one of her legs. He liked this. Her washing his hair it was so intimate, so sensual it almost made him cry. “I’m so tired Y/N…”

“I know Michael, but everything will be alright.”

“I’ve missed you so much. There were so many times when I thought I wouldn’t make it back to you. But then I’d hear your voice in my head telling me you loved me and that everything would be alright and it gave me hope. Y/N you give me hope.”

“I love you Michael, but you should get out of the bath Ted could be here any minute.”

“I don’t want too. I want to stay like this with you forever.”

“If you get out now as soon as everyone leaves we can take a bath together.”

“Fine, but I’m undressing you.”

“Deal!”

[eric-coldfire]

Finally got around to watching and finishing season 3 of The Orville.

I love how Seth MacFarlane has by this point dropped all pretense of this being crass and crude Star Trek parody and the show is now just Star Trek.

In fact, given what the official source has become, it's an even more valid Star Trek series than the likes of STD, Picard, Strange New Worlds, Section 31, and the rest of the Drek series.

But even if season 4 doesn't happen, I'm content with where it left off, it's just so good.

So here's to you Orville and Captain Ed Mercer, and to Futures Unknown.

[serxphimm]

I think what people don't consider with Isaac is that he is a ROBOT. By all rights he should not have betrayed the Kaylon because THEY BUILT HIM. THEY PROGRAMMED HIM. HE NOT ONLY HAD TO TURN AGAINST HIS CREATORS, BUT HIS OWN PROGRAMMING TELLING HIM NOT TO DO THAT. THE FACT THAT HE WAS EVEN ABLE TO DO THAT SHOWS THAT HE CARES. It is not in any way as simple as it would be for a biological creature to betray their own kind for their friends because they are not literally programmed by their species. Anyways every time someone is mean to Isaac an angel loses it's wings.

[jediorderdefender]

as a shojo manga fan and a rom com fan, the best love confession of all time is from the orville. isaac, an artificial life form, and claire, a human, are already in a relationship at this point. he can’t understand that he loves her the way she loves him, but he knows that he functions better when they’re a couple. he gets the opportunity to undergo surgery to allow him to feel emotions - emotions that were already there. he then tells claire everything she’d always hoped he felt. but not just the positives. it’s his first time with any of this - he describes everything that it really means to love someone. not just how beautiful they are, but how it feels to wait for them to enter the room, all of the nerves and longing. he describes the most fundamental parts of the emotion of love. my favorite line is “and i feel… so sad. for all of those people that have to live their lives without you.” love is knowing someone is so special that you can’t imagine them not being special to ANYONE. not just you. they are special in general. and anyone should be sad to not have them.

the surgery ends up only temporarily working on isaac, and the doctor tells him that it can be made permanent - if he gives up all of his memories. he tells claire that it’s up to her whether he gets the next surgery or not. matter-of-factly, he says that if she needs it to be with him, then it will be done. less immediately, she answers that she could never ask him to give up his memories. that’s who she fell in love with. she fell in love with an artificial life form BECAUSE the way he views love is fresh and devoted and all-encompassing.

[graynovemberivedownsincejuly]

I'm gonna hate, sorry, but whyyyyy do you make masterlists w amazing stories and then proceed with only two out of the 10 that you teaseeee!!!! Hello ??!!! And then saying that you'll do it but NO! It's like being lovebombed by my two week humiliationship

[lapaufabi]

In other words, at least remove from the sample anything you're not going to upload.

[tshyn]

actual relationships? no thank you, i like my men fictional

[lapaufabi]

Who read my mind?

[tshyn]

actual relationships? no thank you, i like my men fictional

[lapaufabi]

English isn't my first language, I don't write much, and I haven't played Marvel Rivals, so I tried to keep this as general as possible.

I don't have a beta reader either 😐.

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The first time they felt something wasn't right was when they discovered their bodies moving like puppets: kicks they didn't want to give, shots fired at friendly faces, spells cast left and right; none of them liked the feeling of being puppets.

And when they weren't, it was like entering a kind of silent bubble, one that quickly lulled them to sleep no matter how hard they tried to stay awake.

Then the static started, the kind that comes from an old radio before you hear the announcer's voice.

The voice grew clearer over time, all the sounds becoming more distinct, as if a plug had been removed from their ears.

You spoke little, only small, spontaneous buzzing sounds. All they usually heard was the music that was always playing, always with a different beat, different lyrics, some repeated often, and others they didn't hear for a long time. They felt very confused. Was it your fault? They began to get angry with you, resentful of their condition. Until the call, one day (afternoon, night?) they found themselves in the middle of a battle, being used against their will. While they were getting used to it, they began to hear a voice. It was different, higher-pitched, louder than usual. They knew it wasn't you. It was a normal, everyday conversation, although the only one speaking was the other girl (your friend, as they discovered). Your answers ranged from monosyllables to simple noises. The girl, Ana, asked a question, the question that changed their opinion and feelings about you. The question was simple: "What do you do?" Your answer, as from the beginning, was simple, without giving details, but at your friend's insistence, you began to talk.

And talk.

And talk.

You talked about them, each one individually, praising their skills, their appearance, their voices. You called them your "babies" in such a sweet tone, like someone talking about someone they love. After that game (battle?), they returned to their bubbles, but this time it was different. Before falling asleep, they heard your voice, so soft, bidding them goodnight, and for the first time in a long time, they all stopped resisting sleep. When they opened their eyes again, the first thing they saw was your face. You had your camera on, on a video call with the same friend as before. Your hair was messed up, you had dark circles under your eyes, and your eyes were red. You'd been crying.

This time, you didn't play the game. You were just chatting with your friend while browsing the apps.

You'd cried over an idiot who had tricked you. Few people cared about your words; others only focused on your expressions, until you said something that touched a few.

"I should keep my babies."

And you meant it, they knew it. Saying that, you opened the game and pointed at them. You told your friend that you'd rather be with them because, after all, you liked them more than your idiot ex.

"I should keep my babies." You started talking to them more, even without your friend. You used to cheer them on, and when they lost, you didn't get frustrated with them, but with yourself. Until an accident happened, a very happy accident. You had downloaded a file with a virus, and although you thought you'd eliminated it, the virus had wormed its way into their programming code, and they began to do more than just hear you. They discovered they could turn on your camera and see you. Their bodies no longer moved only with the controls; they could move at will. Although you thought it was some connection error or something, you even tried to delete them, but they resisted and remained in your computer. And then, finally, they began to communicate with you. At first, it was small things, things they were already programmed to do. They escalated to the point where they could tell you things outside of their code. You were a little scared, but you were always the kind to take it easy. So, when you finally accepted that they wouldn't leave, you started talking to them. Your tone became sweet again. You gave them access to your phone. Now they can text you and even call you.

Although some of them tend to play tricks, like deleting files, others help you and remind you of things you need to do.

You accepted them.

And they won't leave, no matter what.

[lapaufabi]

I have 272 songs on my phone, different genres ranging from phonk to opera, And just when I'm reading sad fics, the random only puts on sad music, I mean bb, if I'm reading something heartbreaking, I want to do it while listening to "Venga tu cuerpo alegría Macarena~" not a "Like him~", don't trust random 😞

[lapaufabi]

Okay, I'm feeling fine malditamente empty after the end of the movie, I feel like I haven't finished watching and that I'm missing more parts, I'll go to Ao3.

[lapaufabi]

I just finished completely reading Tales of Arcadia and my god, my boy Jim is so traumatized, he needs A LOT of therapy (I'm 100% sure he has PTSD), and okay, no I hate the ending of the movie, but I don't love it either (just the fact that my boy Jim seems to sleep 8 hours) plus, I understand that Toby is suitable to be the new Trollhunter, yes, he is someone Noble, loyal and a good friend, no one can deny it, and it was Jim's decision that Toby would carry the mantle, (personally I'm 50% - 50% with this decision)

Anyway, ToA became a sort of isekai? And I feel like Dreamworks could release more series after the movie's ending (I need to see Baby Jim happy).

[lapaufabi]

...8 fucking hours...

[lapaufabi]

Ao3 is down and I don't know what to do with my life, I need more hobbies, urgently.

[lapaufabi]

yeah, I’ve been thinking about some kind of crossover? of the Carl from the comic and the Carl from the series, I mean, man, imagine this, the personality of the Carl of the series, from season 1 to its last season (I’m crying) along with his learning ability for weapons (he surely had a great natural ability for weapons) add his trauma of killing Lori (MY SHAYLAAA) and his character development, now, add to this the traumas of the Carl from the comic, if the one from the comic is already crazy, a crossover between both would be the same as adding (according to me) Daryl and Rick.