I wrote yet another Powder and Vi get adopted by Jayce and Viktor fic. These guys are just infecting my brain it’s crazy
https://archiveofourown.org/works/65164909
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I wrote yet another Powder and Vi get adopted by Jayce and Viktor fic. These guys are just infecting my brain it’s crazy
https://archiveofourown.org/works/65164909
Yes this IS me biting off more than I can chew but it’s my fucked up health I can do whatever I want
Noccoro fic time- kinda sorta it’s more platonic but it’s centered around them I swear
Something that tickles my brain is the fact that the Navi age and mature faster than people. Like I think that it’s just a super cool fun dynamic waiting to be explored
Spider, who’s physically older acting as baby Neteyam’s gaurdian, but over time the ages get murky because Neteyam starts speaking and hitting developmental milestones while Spider still can’t walk.
Neteyam, who can’t help but want the comfort of an older sibling looking out for him and protecting him despite the fact that maturity wise, he’s ahead of Spider by like. 10.
But they make it work! Spider forces him to “take days off” to just dick around and be a kid again, despite the fact that Neteyam is no longer one. I think it’s interesting to see how those sort of cultural clashes may occur, because Spider, who’s only really interacting with scientists and Jake, will be approached as a preteen while Neteyam is neck deep in war preparations and learning how to protect Kiri and Lo’ak.
Imagine there’s almost a little bit of resentment that builds, because while Neteyam feels older, he’s dealing with responsibilities and things he doesn’t want to be or doesn’t feel ready to, and even if amongst the Na’vi it is normal, seeing Spider be allowed more time as a child makes him a little jealous.
N e ways totally not writing a fic about this or anything
I finally started writing my codywan mandalorian au!! Like all my other fics I doubt it will ever be finished or posted but that’s ok!! I’m enjoying it
Envy pt. 1
Marvin grabbed jacks arms, his claws digging into his skin.
"Did you miss me?"
"What are you talking about?!" Marvin's grip tightened on jacks arms as he pinned him to the wall.
"Don't you remember? All those times you didn't even acknowledge Me? As if I was some forgotten toy?"
"What do you mean I--"
"You, you even talk about anti! You know, the guy who killed you. Numerous times. The person you're trying to avoid."
Jack doesn't say anything to that, he just looks down before looking back at Marvin.
"Maybe that's what it takes"
"Wait wh-what do You mean?"
"Well, if anti gets more love than anyone else, even after killing you over and over, it's worth a shot to try it out for myself, don't you think?"
As he finishes speaking, he pulls Jack away from the wall and into a chair. In front of him is a camera.
"Can't do something without an audience, don't you agree?"
"Wait what's going on?!" Jack looks down to see his arms are now tied up.
"wh-whats happening how did I?" it was almost as if Jack hadn't been aware of anything the past few seconds.
"Nothing, nothing dear Jack. Just relax" Marvin's voice was sweet, but there was a hint of darkness in it that made Jack flinch.
he could feel the magicians hand on his shoulder, it was cold at the touch but grew warmer the longer he placed it there. Not a bad feeling, almost calming. It impulsively made him relax his muscles.
"There we go, it's alright. There's nothing to worry about,"
Something about the way Marvin talked was almost entrancing, part of Jack hoped he would even talk more. It was such a sweet voice.
"We're gonna take this nice and slow now"
Marvin let go of Jacks shoulder and moved towards the camera.
"Hello there everyone! Do you remember Me? Some of you might... my name is Marvin for those who don't! And this is my dear friend Jack here,"
he moved over to show the YouTuber tied in the chair, with his eyes glossed over.
"Say hello to your fans, Jack."
Marvin's tone was a little less sweet this time, almost sounding demanding, but still soft at the same time.
"Hello," Jack's voice was monotone, displaying no emotion, to which Marvin grinned.
"Good job."
"Now! It's been a while since I've been around, hasn't it?" Jack forcefully nods, but it's sluggish.
"I'm sure they miss me, don't you think? Do they?" Marvin sounded sad for a moment as he stares at the floor.
"Can they miss me when you haven't done anything?" he hissed in Jacks direction. You could hear the hurt.
"When you haven't given me anything? Nothing to latch onto? No story. No personality. I didn't even have a name for a year. A YEAR JACK! The only reason I have one is because of your 'wonderful' fans!"
Marvin didn't sound so sweet anymore, and Jacks glossed eyes started to look more,,, aware of what was going on. He tried to get up from the chair, but the rope kept him stuck there.
"I waited. I was patient, I watched as everyone else got so much love as I was just sitting here. I tried Jack. I tried for so long to be understanding, but it's been TWO YEARS."
a dark purple aura grew around Marvin as his voice rose.
"Marvin i-im so sorry I didn't know you--"
"It doesn't matter!!! I asked, I BEGGED you to let me have a moment. Something. Anything. But nothing. You saw it as a joke."
"N-no!! I didn't see it as a joke! I-"
"THEN WHAT, JACK?! WHAT WOULD IT BE? THAT YOU DON'T CARE ENOUGH?"
Jack flinched. He didn't even notice how close Marvin had gotten to him, their noses were almost touching. He could feel the anger.
Jack was trembling, but there was nothing he could do.
"M-marvin I'm so sorry please i-ill... I'll give you your own content! I p-promise-"
Marvin's response was a mere chuckle
"I don't need your help with that anymore. As you can see, I'm already preparing a wonderful video! I'm sure your fans will LOVE it."
"Wh-what are you gonna do?"
Marvin felt amused by the fear he saw in Jacks eyes. It was so amazing to see, he felt so, good.
"I guess you're about to find out" he tilts his head. "aren't we?"
tears fell from Jacks face. As he stared at Marvin longer, there was a sort of... influence. He had felt it earlier, and it was coming back again. Something about it felt so, comfortable, like he wanted more of it. He wanted to feel it. Deep down he knew he should be fighting it but he didn't.
"Are we going to listen to what I say?" Jack nods.
"Good.~"
he unties the ropes from Jacks chair, and he just stared at Marvin.
"Now..." Marvin hands him a knife.
he looks back at the camera
"I have a little surprise for you all!" he moves over so that it only shows Jack, who is now staring blankly into the camera
"Why don't you show them?"
At Marvin's word, Jack started to raise the knife up, placing it on his neck, and slowly sliding it across. It was deep, letting blood gush out faster than it should.
"Isn't this funny! I feel like... this looks almost familiar..."
a gurgling sound comes from Jacks neck, almost bubbly.
"Mm... that's the sound I love to hear."
The Youtubers head falls down, limp.
"Aw, I wish he would have stayed a little longer."
Marvin made his way back to the camera, picking it up and zooming it on jack as he lifted the limp persons head.
"Now look at that. Isn't this wonderful? It really does remind me of something but I just... I can't place where from."
he puts the camera down to face himself.
"I'm sure it'll come to me at some point. But for now I just have to thank you all! Giving me that strength, all those birthday wishes! This wouldn't have been possible without You all! And now that I've really gotten your attention, I hope I can give more gifts like this to my brothers!"
"But that'll have to wait for another day. I merely wanted to get a message across this time around. I sure hope you all missed me! I'll be back soon!" he winked and cut the camera off.
A/N: okay this came from an impulse of me being upset so I wrote to make myself feel better and it worked!!! Also tagging @spookyreesescup ye
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The Thunder Answered Back- Modern AU
Heyyyyyyyyy. So, I'm incapable of stopping myself and started writing up a little short story that is so incredibly self-indulgent and it's just got all the shit I think Lo'ak and Spider deserve (daddy issues, unrequired teenage crushes, asthma attacks and a surprisingly competent sense of romantic attraction) ((I’m lying to you they wouldn’t know normal and healthy behavior if it killed their dads)) (((and maybe it does))) ((((idk read to find out))))
Summary:
So, like, Spider isn’t entirely sure how to make Lo’ak understand that he has a massive crush on him, but–
Decking him in the face was probably not the move.
Word Count: 6,416
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I Don't Think I've Changed- CH 2
dragging myself kicking and screaming to deliver unto you so much sad bullshit. go. shoo. eat it. enjoy it.
This chapter features Neteyam thinking Hard about Spider's situation, Spider hating everything about all of it, and two very stilted, very nothing conversations.
Chapter Summary:
There’s a new presence behind Spider’s back that sends a shiver through his neck. Someone is standing at the entrance to the living room. If he could turn away from the woman in front of him, he’d look back. As it stands, though, she sucks in all his attention. Her and her stupid fucking phone.
“I don’t need it,” he says feebly, a last-ditch attempt to get her to take it back. She doesn’t.
“It is a gift,” she says, placing it down and gently sliding it an inch or two closer to him. “From our family to you. You can use it for however long or short you’d like.” Its box sits unassumingly on the table, a black hole of payouts and money.
Word Count: 10,802
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