The Autumn Court is nothing that Jimmy expected, and worse than Tango could have possibly feared. As they find themselves suddenly drawn into a political dance, there's only one person who can claim to truly have been prepared for the road ahead.
Happy Solstice!! May the exchange of the daylight between the hemispheres be more peaceful than whatever is going on with these guys :3
here is lil a jasico idea i thought was funny thats been bouncin round my skull, it is yours if u are so inclined
a superhero au wherein jason is besties with nico and has a crush on him... and jason has lightning powers and a vigilante superhero persona. nico is a fanboy about jason's hero alter ego, and somehow jasons support as a hero (fellow heroes, the people in his earpiece back at his hq) fall so that literally everyone else in their friend group know that the alter ego is jason, realise that jason has a crush on nico, and encourage nicos fanboying to tease jason
jason tries to approach nico as his hero self in one of those typical 'the person i like is in danger, i will save them and also chat em up a bit', but plot twist, between nerves about his crush, panic from nico just being in danger and trying not to reveal anything, he just absolutely fumbles the interaction to the point where nico loses all interest in the hero. jason thinks if he cant even manage anything when nico literally totally admires him he basically has no chance. meanwhile, something jason said during his awkward flop moment caused nico for whatever reason to be like 'hmm mayhaps my feelings for my bestie go a little deeper than i thought? i shall have to investigate further'
sorry if thats like, too much, like i said its been BOUNCIN around in there for a whike
ANON PLS COME BACK now this is bouncin in MY head. I haven't stopped thinking about it since you sent it in. It only took so long because there were so many ways to take it. I want to write more for this au, this is so fun. Anyway... hero infrastructure abounds here because I have been thinking abt HENCH again.
Never meet your heroes, Nico reminded himself, staring at the paused video on his computer screen. In the still image, Tonitro looked as put-together and gorgeous as always. His wheat-blond hair was rakishly askew.
Probably in a breeze of his own making, Nico thought sourly. He clicked away from the photo, having gotten everything he needed for his report. Jason would be here any minute, and Nico wanted to clear his mind of the encounter with Tonitro before he got there.
Nico hated to admit it, but he'd really let himself down. He had built up an image in his mind based on Tonitro's public persona, and he had fallen for it, hook, line and sinker. It was the same thing that he was always warning his fellow students against doing with vigilantes, and here he was, having done the same thing with Tonitro. And why? Just because he was a fully licensed hero? Nico shook his head. The licensing procedure needed an overhaul anyway, how he could have forgotten that in the midst of his hero worship was beyond him.
He saved his paper and shut the lid of his laptop with an irritated flick of his fingers. Beside it, his phone buzzed with an incoming message.
Jason: going to be a few minutes late, sorry. Villain traffic on 101.
Nico blinked, surprised. He swiped for his notifications, in case he'd missed something while he'd been thinking about (read: stewing over) Tonitro.
He hadn't. Which meant that Jason was there before even the media managed to be. Nico tapped out a quick message, crossing his fingers that Jason would see it before he had to duck for cover.
Nico: see if you can get me any usable pictures before the hounds get there
He didn't try and remind Jason to be safe. It wasn't his place. Jason knew better than any of them the dangers that heroes could pose, having had his last job be completely decimated by one of Waterspout's fights.
He'd been honestly surprised when Jason hadn't gone to the Heroes Union for help with his unemployment assistance after that disaster, but he'd claimed that the agency he'd been contracted through hadn't had the insurance to cover it. That had been both irresponsible and downright stupid enough for Nico to get distracted and go on a rant about liability. He frowned. Now that he thought about it, he didn't think that they'd actually finished that conversation. His phone buzzed.
[Jason] aww want the best pics of your bf??
Nico grimaced. That meant Tonitro was there. He hadn't gotten around to telling Jason the truth about Tonitro's sparkling personality.
He yanked his laptop back toward him and opened up a new tab to one of the more reputable news sites. It took three refreshes of the page until—there, in big red letters, the words LIVE FEED hovered above a video embedded at the top of the page.
"We are live from interstate 101, where known villain Pontifex–" Nico grimaced. Pontifex was a piece of work, but he let the words fade into the background as he leaned in toward his monitor. There didn't appear to be any damage to the bridge itself, and the chopper was too far from the fight itself to make much out. He could, however, see the rescue crew leading the evacuation efforts. Charmant stood on the cab of a semi truck, presumably where Tonitro had dropped her, her bright outfit a shining beacon for anyone who needed to find their way to her and her ever so charming voice.
As Nico watched, his elevated heart rate calming just a bit at the sight of the evacuation going well, the feed went fuzzy.
A flare of lightning and the deafening roar that followed it crashed to earth, taking Pontifex with it.
The camera turned from Charmant, and the grainy image of Tonitro hovering in the air, still crackling with electricity, focused into sharp clarity as the cameraman recovered.
Despite himself, even Nico had to admit that as the sole point of light in the thunderous sky, Tonitro looked impressive.
He had nearly relaxed, hopeful that the hero would have Pontifex well in hand soon, when the first wave hit the bridge, and the cameraman zoomed in on a blur of blue and orange.
Nico's stomach dropped, and his heart rate picked back up. Cold terror wrapped around him like shadows. He was moving before he even finished processing what he saw.
On paper, Tonitro and Waterspout were the city's most effective team. They had the highest villain capture rate of all other registered hero teams combined.
On paper, they also had the highest dispersion rate for infrastructural damage.
And they were on a bridge.
Nico swore as his fingers fumbled on his Bluetooth earpiece. He must have hit Jason's number twelve times before his fingers finally slid onto the call button by sheer chance.
He had his keys in hand and helmet on before the phone even rang once.
Even if the evacuation went perfectly (it never did), Jason wouldn't have a car by the time Tonitro and Waterspout were done with Pontifex.
Nico just had to hope that he could find his friend in the chaos that was sure to follow.
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Had to stop it there because I couldn't for the life of me decide if I wanted to actually give Nico superpowers of his own or not. I have plot bunnies for both options, and this idea is just never going to leave me alone now!!!
I didn't even get to the jasico proper bc I can see like eight different directions that I want this to go and just.. ooh it's so fun!! Thank you again nonnie! 💕 feel free to let me know your thoughts and onions and whether or not you'd like to see more of this au!
Pearl has a long afterlife ahead of her, but with BigB at her side, eternity doesn't sound so bad. When her past comes back to haunt her (instead of the other way around), she realizes that even though she thought that she'd come to terms with her murder, old ghosts rarely stay buried.
My fic for the @trafficrarepairzine! This was so much fun to write, thank you to the mods for setting all of this up!
The Oraculum was a shop, much like any other in the world, in that it made its main trade in the purchase and sale of books and book-related paraphernalia. In every other respect, it was nothing much like a shop at all.
It was more of a prison.
This work was written as part of the @mcytblrholidayexchange for @follow-the-compass-home!
“I’ll be ten yards away,” he repeats, his voice hoarse. Jimmy couldn’t—he was joking around.
“Ten yards too far,” Jimmy muses.
Or; it's the first game of the last season Tango will ever play.
Thank you to @stygiansauce for this epic banner!! :D
“You're the one who listens to me.”
Tango's heart stopped clean in his chest, instantly captivated by the merman’s voice.
"Yeah," he said, his voice a croak in the silence.
or; Tango was going to die tonight.
This is a (late) birthday gift for @mellioops. Hope you enjoy it lovely!! <33
Thats all. My apologies to the public that have no clue what this au is. I will not provide context and Im sure Kitkat wont either.
While im here, have some advice from the Stiggy, be sure to check your oil levels every two to three weeks even if yoi don't have a leak. This is by using the oil dip stick and you should do it to keep track of if you have a leak, an oil eating car, or need a top up before its oil change time.
Okay byeeeeeee
Xoxoxoxo Billy strings anon
everyone listen to Billy Strings Anon, checking your oil regularly helps keep your engine functioning and helps with your overall gas mileage, too!
For the I Wish You Would Write a Fic Where... game, have a Fantasy AU False snippet :3 It's not as long as I wanted it to be but I can't make too many executive decisions without consulting the rest of the crew sdflkjkd
False woke up as the sky outside of her window was beginning to lighten. Ten minutes til dawn, she reckoned, by experience alone. It had been a habit of hers since childhood—waking as soon as the sky brightened from indigo to grey—so that she could watch the way the world exploded into colour. She had tried, once upon a time, to get her siblings to join her. Lizzie loved the sun only after it rose, no matter how many times False had tried flattery to compare the pinks in the sky to her sister’s hair, and Jimmy—
Jimmy had never had the patience for it.
Now, False rolled over, turning her back on the window, and tried not to let the sunrise choke her. She closed her eyes to the way the room lit up and pretended she didn’t know exactly how many sunrises she’d missed. Exactly how many sunrises since the attack on the palace. Exactly how many sunrises since Jimmy and Lizzie and—and everyone she had ever loved had been killed.
The red of the sunrise would never look the same again. That was fine.
She would never look at it again.
It was another thirty minutes before the light on the opposite wall was the same steady shade, and there was a knock on her door.
“Your—False?” Cleo called, softly enough that it wouldn’t wake Fase if she was sleeping. “Are you awake?”
There was no point in pretending any longer. False rolled to her feet and went to the door.
Anyone can feel free to send me something like this (or, less specific than this XD since Stiggy already knew about this au)
