BE NOT AFRAID.

Just gonna leave this here.

Oh no, not a link where you can watch the entirety of What’s New Scooby Doo! Who on earth would post something like this???

And one for 46 different Scooby Doo movies including the beloved live action one from 2002 and it’s sequel, Monsters Unleashed??? For shame of me!

old polish* names are metal as fuck, cause they can literally mean something like "the destroyer of peace" (Kazimierz), "the rage has come"(Przybygniew), "the one that praises killing/murdering" (Morzysław), "the one that does not know peace" (Nieznamir), or, my personal favorite, "the one that avenges his comrades" (Mściwoj).

it gets even more badass - because the pre-christian slavic traditions and language were rather poorly documented, and throughout history, there have been attempts to erase the records, we can't actually know for sure what exactly some of them were supposed to mean, or how were they used. we're left with names that could belong to a demonic antagonist in a fantasy book, their sound harsh, their origin shrouded in mystery.

*many of those are names in other slavic languages, too, but i'm talking specifically old polish names because i am polish and that's the language i know the most about.

Confirmed AU's/Iterations/Canon Divergents for the main bracket (P1)

I will not be @/ting the creators until the final bracket is made.

Redline

Bloodbath

Cupcakes!Separated AU

Snapdragon AU

Two Souls

Mutant Chompy

Colorcoded

Shell Shocked

The Eldest Brother

Dagger From The Mirror

The Night

Fusions

Mystic Forest

The Great Skittle Heist of 2105

Addams!Rottmnt AU

Cass Apoc Series

Life Mission: Save My Brothers

Never Better

A Tale Of Spirits

Portal Chaos

Sep!Leo AU

Ghost In The Shell

Rotten Reflections

Extended Family AU

Celestial AU

Battle Scars

Empathy is Learned

Even More Disaster Twins / EMD

Nothing Left To Lose

How Did We All End Up Here

The Blood in my Veins

Totpocalypse

EZ’s Turtles

Falling From Dawn

B.E.A.S.T

The Higher You Are The Further You Fall

Programmed Obsolescence

Call Me Here (I Will Appear)

The Last Ronin Becomes A Discord Admin

Cupcakes!Feral Leo AU

Shards AU

I May Be Invisible But I Still Look Good

Where Did The Years Go?

Full Lair

Unraveled AU

Rise of the Parallel

Ordered from most voted to least (aka twice)

Does anyone have their favourite Sky fics they wanna share?

Mainly cause I want to update my reading list

totally not because my sanity is slowly dripping from my soul and I need substance.

Every single time I see a take that amounts to "if you write about X happening, or like fiction where X happens, you like X" I'm reminded of this one time I was at a casual friends house as a young kid. We were in her room, pretending to "be orphans" escaping from an evil orphanage and having to take care of each other and fend for ourselves. It was all very Little Orphan Annie/All Dogs Go to Heaven and based on the 80s pop media.

And this girl's mom comes in, hears what we're playing and gets all MAD and UPSET. She says that if we play act something, it's because we want it to happen. So her daughter must WANT HER TO DIE.

First off lady, we were 6 year year olds, so take it down several notches. We barely had a concept of mortality for fucks sake. She made us feel so guilty and ashamed, because she was taking our game personally.

Now I have a 5 year old. And sometimes she looks at me and says "pretend you're dead, and I have to -" Whatever it is. Some adult task she's assigned herself.

And it's just so transparently obvious that she's practicing the idea of having to do things on her own. Which is exactly what 5 year olds are supposed to do. I actually find it very flattering that the only way she can envision me not being available to help her is to be literally deceased. Otherwise, obviously, she wouldn't have to do scary hard things alone.

It's a natural coping mechanism. She's self-soothing about what would happen if I wasn't there by play-acting independence in a perfectly safe environment. She's also practicing skills she needs, and making up excuses for practicing them on her own, without taking on the responsibility of being able to do them by herself all the time yet.

Humans mentally rehearse bad this in their brains all the time. We can do that by ruminating- going over worries over and over again, which tends to lead to anxiety and helplessness and depression. Or we can do it with a sense of play- by recognizing that the fiction is fiction and we can dip our toe into these experiences and expose ourselves to bad things without actually being injured.

My daughter does not want me dead. And I don't want bad things to happen in real life. But fiction and pretend help me face the horrors of the world and think about them without collapsing or messing myself up mentally.

I haven’t posted in a hot minute so accept this little ficlet I wrote back in January.

Part two is in the works guys I swear I just got crushed with finals 😭

Anyway- Four and Sky go to a market together. Sky has a good time and Four doesn’t.

788 words, no warnings!

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Sky loves the markets in other times. Seeing what the surface becomes… seeing the way people interact with one another and help each other survive.

Four despises markets.

He’s not sure why, he’s not sure what happened, if the smith is just shy, how he manages his job with his hatred of smithing… but the teenager does.

Will make excuse after excuse to not go with them into a market, lagging behind and avoiding attention at all costs whenever he’s forced.

So when he’s paired up with Four to get information from townspeople in the market…

“Let me do something else.” Four begs Time immediately, something like fear in the smithy’s eyes.

Time gives him a soft look. Says something softly that he can’t quite hear, but Four goes tense.

“Please. Something- anything else. Anything. Please.”

Time must refuse, because Four looks… defeated.

Stalks back to his side, where he’s sitting at the table, pulling his stuff towards him and aggressively attaching knifes to his body.

“Remember you’re not killing anyone. You’re getting information.” Wild chuckles, but Four shoots him a harsh glare that stops the champion and anyone else from commenting.

He swallows nervously as Wild gives him a look that screams ‘good luck.’

But he waits for the smith, and the teen follows him out the door to the market square when he leaves the inn.

“I’m not talking to anyone.” Four says aggressively, leaving no room for disagreement.

“Alright. I’ll do the talking, you want to gather supplies?” He asks gently.

Four blinks at him, then seems to remember he’s angry. Nods curtly, glaring at a rock in the path.

So that’s how they make it work.

He walks up to a vendor, talking and making conversation as Four looks around.

All day.

It gets hot, the sun bearing down on them.

Four seems determined to maintain his grumpy demeanor, hood pulled and arms crossed despite the heat.

“Let’s take a break. Get something to drink, maybe a snack.” He offers, out of breath.

“I would rather get this over with.” Four says quietly, nearly in a whisper.

“Fifteen minutes.” He pleads, sweat trickling down his temple. “It’s hotter than Din’s mother out here.”

Four does not laugh or even smile. He does, however, relent reluctantly.

They find a vendor making fresh juice, buy two cups, and find a shady orchard and buy some apples and rest under the trees.

Four remains grumpy and quiet, glaring in the direction of the town tensely.

“What did Time tell you?” He asks finally, trying to break the mood.

A straight up nasty scowl. “I need to ‘work on my social skills.’” Four says with little air quotes.

He can’t help it- he laughs.

Four’s cheeks turn bright red, glare turning to him.

“Sorry!” He pleads immediately, still smiling. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Really. It’s just… well… you’re not social. At all. This whole time you’ve been hostile and… scary. We were all terrified of you when we met you, man. We were so relieved when you finally started warming up to us. You’re straight up scary.” He smiles again.

Four’s glare makes way for a soft, confused frown.

“I’m not scary.”

But it’s said like a question.

“I don’t have good experiences with people.” Four elaborates quietly. “I just… protect myself, I think.”

He nods slowly. “I understand that. But… aren’t you lonely?” He asks quietly, thinking of how desperately alone he felt… when he was like that.

“No.” Four says shortly, and he believes him. “No. I have everything I need. The friends I want, my grandfather… some small friends. It’s not lonely.”

“There’s a difference between not being alone and not being lonely, kiddo.” He says softly, and Four pauses.

Looks up at him with eyes that look… almost red in the harsh sunlight. “I know. I’m not. Really. I’m happy. With how everything is for me. I like the people I have around me, and I kick out the ones I don’t.”

He laughs at that, grinning at his friend.

Four blinks again.

“Never change, Four. Never change.” He grins, offering an arm.

Despite the heat, Four leans into his chest with a soft sigh. Let’s him wrap him in a hug, staying like that until the juice and snacks are long gone and the sun is nearly setting.

“Ready to head back to the inn?” He asks, glancing down at the smithy and pausing.

“Oh. I guess so.” He says aloud, smiling softly.

Four’s fallen asleep at some point, head resting on his shoulder. Probably heat exhaustion, despite their break to combat it.

Well. No big deal.

He stands, carefully, gathers their things, carrying the smithy back to the inn with the others.

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Fable SMP: “the Void is welcoming. It is the origin of life and parent to all that came after. The void is gentle and kind and loving. Its embrace is soft and long awaited, and it watches over us all with supportive words and an encouraging touch.”

Bound SMP: “OH GOD OH FUCK OH FUCK THE VOID IS INFECTING THINGS OH GOD ITS EYES THERE’S SO MANY EYES OH GOD ITS GOING TO KILL US THE VOID IS RIPPING THE WORLD APART WHY ARE THERE EYES OH GOD-”

I’m a sucker for tiny Time, fluff, and found family tropes….

Athena’s Uncles