other tag game, thank you @sacrificedagoat and @sixeyedsharks for tagging me! i am forever tickled when this happens 🥰
Last song: Layla - Derek and the Dominoes. Great cover. Better than the original.
Currently (re)Watching: Rewatching ER S7, and about to start either the Scarpetta adaptation or maybe The Boys.
Current Obsession: Look. It's The Pitt. We all know that. To be more specific, I think I am currently obsessed with the little fauxcest let's all be more fucked up wave that's happening.
Currently Reading: It'll be the newest chapter of My Service Dog Dennis next, but I also just read the latest chapter of DrSquidLove's incredible Big Boy Panties. Huge rec. Go read.
Currently working on: My current big WIP is Carved Myself Too Close (To Bone). I'm so close to finishing it, it's gonna crack 200k. I also have a ton of delicious filthy stalker and fauxcest prompts in my inbox that I really wanna do justice.
Last Google Search: an img search for the 'why not both' el paso girl.
I shan't tag anyone else bc I just used a ton of tags in my last post, but thank you so much for letting me play, guys!
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Okay, so I'm coming here after reading "I Ain't 'Fraid of No Ghost!" and I just need to say that I love it so much. The characters, the banter, the balance between the comedic and serious moments - immaculate, I'm so in love. It really feels like an episode of Ninjago, in a way? Obviously a bit more mature, but Lloyd being compassionate while still having sass, Jay making to touch the tomb of the FSM himself, the jab at Travis and his power of camo cargo shorts - all of this I can easily see being in the actual show!
And the relationship between Morro and Lloyd! From Lloyd begrudgingly saving Morro and both of them being annoyed about it, to Morro slowly realising that he fucked up and he cares for Lloyd, patching up his wounds and scolding him for binding and then demanding the gang of ghosts release his cousin, Lloyd saying that he does hate Morro but wants to save him anyway, Morro willing to stay behind to make it up to him and Lloyd screaming at him that HE is the one who decides how Morro redeems himself, and he wants him to do it by being a proper cousin, them merging to combine Energy and Wind elements to escape, Morro saying the Green Element finally chose him is just beautiful. Wonderful mix of humour and heart.
But also! I saw you have another au, "Who You Gon' Call?" where Morro and Lloyd team up from the start, and I really need to ask about that. I love the way you write this duo and am very curious to how they would work together with so much less animosity and tension between them. Especially regarding Wu, because Lloyd is totally gonna bring Morro home.
Akljhlwk;jdhjke;lfjk thank you!! I'm glad you liked it so much 🫶🏼
As for the second au, it's a s5 rewrite au. Essentially, the preeminent's influence keeps ghosts in a constant state of anger and hostility, but once he's freed from the realm, Morro sort of comes to his senses. He decides to fake-kidnap Lloyd and double-cross the ghosts he's with in order to break the realm crystal. both he and lloyd have a weird savior complex and don't tell anyone about this plan (Lloyd because his dad literally just died and Morro because he doesn't want to return to Wu until after he's 'redeemed' himself first). The bickering cousins of all time. I've been meaning to make this my next halloween fic so... hopefully this year lmao
I've spent most of the morning on Ao3 and tumblr reading old comments on my work. Oh the glee, the cackles of seeing what I've done to folks. Ah, the confused horniness, the shook and horror, the repentant lust. Truly, it's been my pleasure twisting your minds while leading you astray. >:D
Hi, hello, I’m the original avatrice footy anon, and I’m just…absolutely besotted with what you’ve already given us. Ava as an enthusiastic goal scoring terror who can’t track back to save her life is perfect. Captain Beatrice, the world’s best and most dedicated footballer who also immediately agrees to have pizza (at her own house!!!) with her new teammate is also perfect. Thank you with the whole of my football loving, recovering half Catholic, one-of-my-favorite-sounds-is-when-a-boot-hits-a-ball-just-right heart.
[a tiny bit more for u as i chug along!]
/
you storm into coach superion’s office, your chest simmering with anger. it’s not the first time this has happened, and you know, unfortunately, that there’s no way it’ll be the last, but this club has treated you pretty well since you joined it.
‘hello, beatrice.’ she puts down her ipad. ‘sit?’
you keep pacing, too upset to stay still, which is why you started playing football and doing martial arts in the first place when you were a child.
coach superion just leans back in her chair and waves a hand.
‘have you seen the club’s latest instagram post?’
she lifts a brow.
‘okay, fine.’ you unlock your phone and step up to the desk, hand it to her.
she looks for a few seconds and then scoots it back to you. ‘what’s the problem?’
‘we won the last game, as a team, and so did the men’s side, and they posted ava and michael salvius together.’ not together together, really, just a funny photo of them during lunch, smiling over taco bowls in their training gear.
‘yes. they both scored in the last game though. ava, a hat trick even.’
‘i was there. i assisted two of those goals.’
‘i was quite happy with your performance, as always, beatrice.’
you don’t even know how to put into words the feeling in your body, like an open-handed punch to the wall, or getting stepped on with metal studs.
‘beatrice,’ coach superion says, gentle, and you hate it.
‘i just — i hate that ownership and social are so… enthusiastic about using conventionally attractive white players in our promo. and, come on, men’s and women’s promo together? you have to know what people will think.’
‘do you think that?’
you feel your cheeks flush, tamp down the ugly stinging in your hands at how hard ava had laughed at michael’s joke during physical therapy recovery yesterday, how they like to get dinner together sometimes. you know they’re friends, but — 'i'm not jealous.'
coach superion pauses and blinks a few times, then says, ‘i agree with you, about how our club should not only promote white players. and, as i always have, i can promise you that i will do everything in my power to make sure that doesn’t happen. you, and mary, and dora, and camila, are so important to our team and are at the heart of our success.’
you feel a little bolstered by the words; you have found a home here, and you trust coach superion — but you feel a different kind of upset and angry, one you don't think you really have the capacity or bravery to explain.
as always, coach superion seems to know that, though. ‘but, beatrice, beyond that,' she says, 'i think you have a little sorting out to do on your end.’
you fight back the very unprofessional instinct to just groan. ‘i’ll — i’ll see you tomorrow. thank you for your time.’
you can see coach superion fighting what you’re sure is a laugh at your expense, but you just stand straight and nod.
‘don’t forget, you have a presser with silva tomorrow before the match this weekend.’
great. ‘yes. thank you.’
‘have a good evening, beatrice.’
you leave before you demolish even more of your dignity.
/
the presser goes just about as you’d thought it would: ava is the furthest from media trained but charms the room relentlessly — she’s funny, and smart, and can answer questions in four languages fluently. you are media trained, and ava defers to you for some of the harder, more complex questions about tactics and style of play. things are going fine, and you think you’ll be able to make it out blessedly free of anything annoying, but then —
‘for ava,’ a reporter says, and ava nods. ‘you have a great friendship with michael salvius, it seems, one that’s very popular on social media. can you tell us a little bit about that?’
you’re about to jump in, because what the hell, but then ava frowns.
‘michael is my friend, yes. he’s kind, and i enjoy spending time with him. we think of football in similar ways.’ it’s diplomatic and you’re pleasantly surprised. ‘but, if you’re insinuating that we might be more than friends because we eat lunch together sometimes and were in an instagram post, not only are you definitely wrong, but that’s just really fucking gross and weird.’
you should step in: you’re captain and a media veteran, but ava’s on a roll, and who are you to stop her, really?
‘beyond that, michael and i are both white players, and we’re both new to a club that is really diverse, on both the men’s and women’s sides. if you’re looking for a face of this team, and this club, and even football itself, you have beatrice right here.’
you take a sip of your gatorade immediately to hide the blush you feel all over your face.
‘she’s the best player i have ever played with,’ ava says, and when she looks over at you and smiles you can’t help but smile back. ‘i enjoy spending time with her, and she’s kind. i think she thinks of football in a far purer way than me, but i have something to learn from that too.’
‘i believe, most fundamentally, in tracking back on defense,’ you find yourself saying, almost involuntarily, and ava rolls her eyes good-naturedly while the room laughs.
‘i’m looking forward to continuing to make sure the women of color i play with have space and the accolades they rightfully deserve. i’m very honored to be on this team.’ ava smiles at you, like she really means it. ‘any other questions?’
/
‘thank you,’ you say, as you’re both walking back to the locker rooms.
ava rolls her eyes. ‘idiot reporters. i don’t really care about the post, because michael is my friend, but, like, what the fuck.’
‘well, michael is easy on the eyes.’
it takes a second to snort a laugh. ‘what are you, like seventy?’ she elbows you playfully. ‘but anyway, i meant it. you are kind. i hope we’re, you know, friends?’
‘we are,’ you say, a little desperate feeling in your chest at the word. ‘yes.’
’sick,’ ava says. ‘also, there’s promo for pride month, right? soon?’
it’s late april, so — ‘it should be on the schedule for next week.’
‘cool,’ ava says. ‘well, i’d like the set the story gay and be in it at some point, if that’s okay.’
this isn’t exactly groundbreaking information to you, but you can’t hide the way your hands shake and you have to swallow. ‘you’re gay?’
‘no,’ ava says. ‘bi, queer, whatever. not particularly passionate about being cis. but my pun wouldn’t have landed quite as well.’
it takes a second for you to, like, be normal, but you end up laughing, a real laugh, far more relieved than you want it to sound. ‘thanks, for sharing.’
ava grins. ‘you gonna be in it with me?’
you never have before; every year, mary and shannon were leaders for pride month, and you happily orchestrated everything behind the scenes. you kneel for the anthem and always wear a rainbow armband and you never post anything personal on social media; you’ve never had a partner, so you’ve let people believe what they’ll believe so far.
‘i — i’m not sure,’ you say, will your voice to stay steady. ‘i’m not sure i’m… ready, to be out like that.’
‘that’s cool,’ ava says. ‘totally up to you, you know i support whatever you want. but, i’m just saying, we would make one hell of an instagram post. think of the comments on that.’
you feel a little lightheaded at the prospect of the world speculating you and ava silva are dating, but in a way that’s calm. ‘well, maybe.’
‘you’re beautiful and hot, bea. don’t forget it. and, like, so am i, so…’
you roll your eyes. ‘and humble, your most inspiring quality.’
‘hey,’ she says, ‘i scored a hat trick two days ago.’
‘i assisted you on two of those.’
‘exactly my point,’ she says. ‘we make a great team.’
she winks and you just shake your head, not bothering to fight the smile on your lips or the warmth in your chest.
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i listened to c2 of naddpod first, then c3 to listen live. so it’s very fun to listen to c1 now and hear the early stages of murph trying to wrangle this party.
