The "came Back Wrong" Trope Except Like... They Didnt. Like This Mad Scientists Wife Died, And So He

Not someone saying Steve and Robin as Team Rocket, i can't-

Prepare for trouble!

And make it double!

To protect the love of queerish friends!

To unite allies in laughish dumb ends!

To denounce the issue of the Heteronorm!

To extend our love in platonic form!

Robin!

Steve!

Team Rocket has feelings and talks while high!

Surrender now, and prepare to cry!

horrid morning ideas

Came Back Wrong dark!fic with Izzy getting revived after a month underground

only it's told from Ed's perspective

and you don't know if Izzy actually came back wrong or if Ed is just unable to accept that there's a happy ending here/is trying to convince himself this isn't HIS Izzy so he doesn't have to actually put in the work to properly apologise and make amends/is freaking out because Izzy is starting to critically think about everything Ed did to him and realising that, no, he didn't deserve to be abused like that, and Ed cannot handle the thought that Izzy might CHOOSE to leave him and would be in the right to do so -

I want Ed spiralling deeper and deeper into uncertainty, questioning his own judgement, leaping to wild conclusions, spying on Izzy to try and compile evidence, the works!

And then you have Izzy - who's either slowly coming to terms with the fact that what Ed did to him and the crew was never Izzy's fault, and starting to put distance between him and Ed because he wants to return to his real family, the crew... OR WHO LEGITIMATLY CAME BACK WRONG AND THE TWISTED THING WEARING HIS BODY IS TRYING TO MENTALLY DESTROY ED

But we as the audience don't know and Ed sure as fuck doesn't~

>:D

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

the worst part of the second round of trials the mages put Geralt through actually came after the fact.

he lost his human ears. his ear holes moved up his head and he grew actual wolf ears over them, but his old ears were cut off once he was awake and concious for it.

he grew a tail. once they were sure it was done growing, they strapped him down to a table and cut it off. he was awake for that too. the damage to his nerves was so bad, the instructors went behind the mages backs and got an exile from aretuza to reverse the removal of his tail. he doesn’t let anyone touch it.

he grew dogteeth. the mages pulled out the smaller ones so newer, larger ones would replace them. Geralt’s mouth aches for years. he can’t speak through them, he cuts his tongue trying to talk, can’t open his mouth enough to chew, can’t stop his jaw from shaking, can’t sleep for the bone deep pain at the slightest movement of his mouth.

his jaw trembles when he cries.

when he grew furry swathes over his chest, belly, and back, the mages tried strapping him down and skinning him. again, awake and given nothing for pain. Vesemir, who did not particularly care for children at the time, charged into the room before they could pull their knives from the cleansing fire and killed them.

Geralt flinches when anyone tries to touch him, even in simple affection, for over a century.

so. when Geralt is through all of his changes and emerges a witcher juvenile, the first of this new witcher-kind, he takes to standing guard outside the trial room and keeping the mages at bay. holds both his swords, annointed in Hanged Man’s Venom, between the remaining mages and the helpless boys beyond. he cannot stop them from making more witchers, but there will not be another like him.

Eskel is the one to tell him that they will begin putting more boys through secondary trials after Geralt reaches maturity and is sent on the path and cannot interfere. they even have a specific boy in mind to start.

Geralt packs up his things, sneaks into the pups’ room, and steals Lambert away into the mountains just before dinner. Eskel covers for them. not that anyone notices the disappearance of two children with Kaedwen’s army making it’s way up the Killer.

and after the pogrom, Geralt and his stolen brother return to the keep, and find Eskel and Vesemir. with no mages to uphold pretenses for, they form a family to survive. Geralt grieves their lost brothers, doesn’t say he’s glad the knowledge of the second trials was lost in the chaos on the sacking, but Vesemir doesn’t need him to.

and if Lambert favors Geralt, clings to his brother well past the age any boy would otherwise, looks to him for protection from nightmares and monsters alike, for approval of his choices on the Path, and love in spite of them at times, well, Vesemir isn’t in a position to do anything about it.

Love how the four options after gay divorce are Jesus, dictator, emo, and existential horror

“Don’t ever do that again.” (more)

Well, where else am I going to find an enemies to lovers sapphic fantasy with badass characters, angst, hurt/comfort and the promise of a happy ending? Huh? The local bookstore??

My universal answer is „Nothing you know. -then ingnore", what's yours?

Devastated doesn't even cover it.

I'm never trusting a cishet writer of queer people again.

For someone who had given up on being happy, of being whole. For someone who only existed for someone else because there was no reason to be alive (I certainly wasn't worth anything beyond the service I could render to others), Izzy Hands gave me hope that it was never too late to be your true self.

He found love, acceptance, and he was beginning to take those tentative few steps towards being whole. He didn't need Ed. He was worth something all on his own.

And they killed him.

They killed the old, disabled queer who had lived a hard, lonely life where his only purpose was to be someone's loyal attack dog, and was finally finding happiness, a family.

"It's about belonging."

"This is a story about queer love, about queer joy."

But not if you're old, disabled, battling with the scars the world has left on you, had to do things to survive. The best you can hope for is to apologise to your abuser and then find peace in death.

Queer joy is only for the right kind of queer.

muzzled mutt