What if the reason Rocky adds "question" and "statement" to the end of his sentences is not because of Eridian grammar but because he can hear the reasonably monotone text to speech voice and decides that it would be impossible to tell the difference between the two because Eridian is such a melodic language so the tonal difference between a question and a statement is quite severe and important so he's making the difference abundantly clear cause them being practically the same couldn't possibly make sense.
I’m thinking about writing this fic but I’m new to the fandom so I’m hesitant.
Somebody lmk if this is worth writing or if it doesn’t fit the characters…. THANKS!🫶🫶🫶
Superbat AU: (No superpowers)
Begins Bruce Wayne working as a detective for the GCPD, he is the best detective in the entire city. Very well known everywhere. While he’s solving cases for them he’s been secretly building up a case to expose the corruption of the GCPD. BUT he gets caught somehow (working out detials) and b/c he’s such a good detective the GCPD can’t just fire him. Instead of firing him, they decided to send him to a same town that’s just had a murder and the sherries department there has been requesting help. (Town is smallville) (GCPD Seneca Bruce as like an informal putting him on leave)
SAME TIME THIS IS HAPPENING IN METROPOLIS: Clark Kent is a reporter for the Daily planet, when he finds out there’s been a murder in his hometown he is shocked, he’s even more shocked and confused to find out Gotham is sending their best Bruce Wayne, to lead the case. Clark decides out of concern for his hometown and curiosity of Wayne leading that he’s going to write a story on it. So he goes to Smallville
(so far this is just plot building)
THIS IS WHERE I HAVEN’T exactly worked out the details: Bruce is NOT happy to be doing this but he’s still going to solve the case. Working in Gotham has created a dislike for reporters so when a reporter named Clark Kent offers his to help the case in Smallville, Bruce immediately says NO. (And there will be a lot of angst between this, Clark super friendly outgoing reporter, Bruce ‘I work alone’ detective). Bc Bruce is an outsider to Smallville nobody is very open to him leading the case and he discovers he’s struggling to get information from people because of this. He realizes that he actually needs Clark (bc Clark’s not an outsider) to solve this case and get the information he needs. And YES THEY WILL SLOWLY START TO LIKE EACHOTHER AS THEY WORK TOGETHER. I can promise good build up
Hihi hi!!! I’m quite new to your blog, but I’ve been searching for people who write for Q and I love love looove the way you write.
Okay. This a bit of a stretch by what do you think about a Spider-Man Quackity au?? Like I’d love to see him in a spider suit all sweaty and beaten up after a fight 😫
Spider-Man!Alex coming home to you<3
Alex was the sweetest, kindest and loveliest boyfriend you could have ever asked for. That much you knew. You'd met him in early September, that brief moment where summer fades and welcomes in the new season of fall. You'd shown up bright and early to class, and that was precisely the moment you'd bumped into Alex.
"Oh, I'm sorry! Are you okay?"
You were dazed, landing flat on your butt from the impact. Alex crouched down and offered a hand, which you took with flushed cheeks. "I'm fine! Really, umm…"
You trail off, your eyes catching on his worried gaze. He had big brown eyes, ones that caught the sunlight and reflected little specks of gold. His hair fell loosely, and he swiped his bangs out of his face before swallowing, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.
"Sorry, it's Alex. I mean, I'm Alex. Let me help you get all of that," he adds before crouching down and collecting your books. He stands, bouncing on his toes before holding them out to you expectantly, a goofy grin on his face.
"Thanks, and I'm okay. It's nice to meet you, Alex. Are you also in this class?"
"Yeah, yeah. Chemistry 100 should be pretty chill, right? Would you wanna sit together?"
He had this hopeful look on his face, and as more and more students passed by to enter the room, you found yourself nodding in agreement. Alex didn't seem so bad; in fact, you found yourself liking him the more you talked. "I'm down!"
Alex's smile was boyish, and he sniffed before taking the lead to guide you both inside the lecture hall. That was how it started, and it all unraveled from there.
It all happened so fast. One minute, you were friends. Desk mates. The next? You were kissing in your dorm room, fumbling around and taking off shirts to feel that blissful skin-on-skin feeling. You'd stumbled around, caressed and made out in a fiery heap on the creaky twin bed. It made sense, the two of you together. Like peanut butter and jelly, your friends remarked playfully. Alex grew to be the love of your life, and nothing would change that.
Yet, somehow, a spider bite took your love and flipped it on its head.
You still weren't used to the gore. Alex being Spider-Man was something you could almost get behind. He was nimble, agile, funny and seemingly loved his new powers. At the same time, you were anxious and worried.
Those awful videos would resurface, and you'd watch in horror as your boyfriend was slung around, picked up and slammed down, his body skidding a few feet across pavement. You were always rooting for him, even if you were just watching from a measly livestream on some sketchy website. It was quiet and under your breath, but there, "c'mon, Alex. Please, be safe."
Yes, you had screamed "watch out!" at your phone many, many times. You'd watched through the slits of your fingers as Alex stood up again and again. He'd swing around, and use his agility to slam into the opponent; catching him off guard just enough to wrap him up in webs. A sigh of relief would escape you as the knowledge that he'd be coming home sank in.
Rushing to your bedroom window, you hastily flipped open the locks and shoved it open. He'd be coming any minute now. You wait by the window, fingers tapping on the windowsill impatiently. That's when you hear it. That familiar "thwip" and Alex's face appeared in the window before promptly collapsing through and onto the floor.
His body feels like it makes your apartment rumble, and you squeal as you sink down to the floor with him. He tugs up his mask, and there's a still moment where you're both just looking at each other. Adrenaline swirls in his eyes, and he pants out.
"Hey, beautiful. How are ya? Did you eat? I'm starving, I could order something right now—"
"Be serious, Alex! I just watched that villain beat the shit out of you."
Alex scrunches his face up, sitting up on his elbows as he retorts with a smirk, "that was before I beat his ass. I know you liked that part, didn't you?"
He pushes his dark strands from his face, his hair free and wild. Mussed from the mask, he smooths it down and grins at you. God, it made you flush from your neck to the tips of your ears.
"That's beside the point. Anyway, I was worried about you! Are you okay? God, fuck that guy!"
Alex laughs at your enthusiasm, at how genuinely you cared for him. He scoots closer, eyes flickering between your innocent eyes and pouty lips.
"Fuck that guy," he affirms before sweeping down and capturing your lips in a sugary kiss.
You hold onto him immediately, and he groans when you tug on his hair. It makes you shiver, and you have to pull away for air. Alex puffs a loose strand out of his face before tilting his head. His gaze was enchanting, and time slowed down as you gazed at him.
"So, wanna order takeout? My treat," he croons before eyeing you. "Maybe a little dessert before that, too."
How A Vision Saves the Galaxy(or Anakin makes bad choices but they're not as bad as they could have been)
Not me thinking about teenage Anakin being slammed with a vision of order 66. No other context. Just the fact that he will march on the temple, with an army at his back and kill everyone who stands in his way.
Just the fact that Obi-Wan loves him but will try and stop him. Anakin is can't blame his master, the man who raised him.
Anakin knows in less than five years the jedi will be gone and he will have done it. (He will have done it and been happy about it)
He doesn't tell anyone, doesn't breath a word of it. Because then the jedi would have to get ride of the threat. And as much as he understands why they must do that. he doesn't want to die.
But he knows the time is ticking, that at some point they will have to kill him. He has a rough idea of the time line, he knows the count down he has to make.
(He doesn't want to die and he's a selfish person, a terrible jedi for choosing to live over everyone else but force he wants to live. So he will take every single ounce of time he has, until he has to make the choice. But he will not allow himself to become the man in his vision).
Anakin mediates reguarly now. Doing his best to cling to the light. He pracitces being the perfect jedi, just like how his master would want him to be.
(If he builds a faulty lightsaber, one that anyone could turn off. If he stops practicing his forms as much as he used to, then that it is for him to know alone. Becuase deep inside, Anakin was terrifed he wouldn't be able to make the right choice, and then the jedi would have to take him down)
He nods alone to Palpatine's words when he talks about how great Anakin is, but he doesn't believe it. How can he? He knows he falls, that he marches on the temple. It's strange, once he stops belive Palpatine about that, he realizes that a lot of what he says doesn't make any sense.
It's strange, but over the next year or so, Anakin does his best to limit contact. Obi-Wan is happy about it, but oh is he worried about his brave wonderful padawan, who seems so afraid, but he wouldn't talk to Obi-Wan no matter how hard he tries.
In this world, Anakin smiles at Padme, and thinks shes an agnel. But he does not take it any further than that. No matter how much he might want to. (He will not let the future he sees come to pass. But force does he want as much time as he possible can. It would be cruel to only love her for a few years.)
Geonosis happens. Dooku happens.
(Only Anakin knows that his faulty saber was to blame for why Dooku cut off his hand. He can't help but be pleased by it)
The War begins. Anakin is knighted against his better wishes. Palpatine is so happy about it and Anakin is disgusted. He knows the war will change him, that it will make him so much closer to the man he sees in his dream.
The day he learns Rex's name, he pulls him aside. And tells him in no uncertin turns, that if his eyes ever turn yellow that Rex has to kill him. No questions asked, no hestation. It will doom them both. Anakin knows this, he hates it. But the thing is, it is the two of them verse the whole jedi order. (and the clones to, because the jedi are the only ones who will defend them). Rex agrees, and Anakin sleeps a little easier at night.
"The spy who loved me"
A notification pings through the room. His stare flies from Marc to the small black phone, lying next to him on the kitchen island, exactly where he set it down before cooking. Marc’s attention also shifts and Vale freezes as he looks at the lit up screen.
Moments go by, moments that feel like eternities, before Marc turns around and reaches past him the phone. “Uccio.”, is the only thing he mumbles. “Thank you.”, Vale answers, trying to get a smile back on his lips as he takes it, and then watches Marc turning to the sink to fill his glass again.
We could have a situation.
His eyes fly up again, meeting Marc’s apathetic stare, and then down at the clearly readable pop up message. With a small twitch he unlocks the phone, intentionally holding it in a way Marc can’t see the screen anymore, and skips through the following messages, relieved this part wasn’t shown.
Your bounty reoccurred.
His mind starts spinning, his throat dries out as he combines the hints. His thumbs tremble just a little as he types out the answer.
