#and rewrote it twice

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part 16 - but I know where to start

“Feeling my way through the darkness, guided by a beating heart. I can’t tell where the journey will end, but I know where to start.” -Wake Me Up by Avicii

Regent Masterlist Part 15

Was it a cop-out to summon Jazz back to the Far Frozen? Yes. Did Danny particularly care? Nope! 

Jason was comfortable, propped up with a book Ghostwriter who had popped by to personally deliver. How the ghost had known about Jason Phantom wasn’t going to question, but he suspected GW kept an eye on the bookworms that passed through the Realms- or at least those close to the “Royal family”. Phantom wasn’t much for reading, not unless it was space-related, but he enjoyed listening to the Liminal man reading out loud. He had a brash voice, accented with a cadence like those from Crime Alley, but it only underscored the passion he held for reading. Phantom didn’t interrupt him once, not even when the halfa pulled out his ecto-phone and texted Ellie. 

(His little sister was in Kansas, spending time with another clone she’d literally run into.) 

Almost another full day's cycle passed before Phantom realized Jason had fallen back asleep, a book resting open on his broad chest and soft snores coming from the man. 

Yeah, he could see how he and Jazz fit together so well. 

There was just something about the Once-Revenant, a part of what made him Jason, that resonated with the Phantom. It’s what made him talk to the man as Red Hood, feel comfortable enough to stay in his company for so long, trust him with his older sister- the person who raised him. 

(Spent her birthday money to get him those cheap plastic glow-in-the-dark stars.) 

(Taught him how to read.) 

(Held him as the nightmares of his death shook him to his core.) 

(Did not fear him.) 

(Not as Phantom, Danny, or Dan.)

(Loves him.) 

(Mourns him.) 

(He would never tell her, but he understood how Dan could succumb to grief.)

(Jazz was his.) 

(His first friend, his true mother, his rock.) 

(She wouldn’t have claimed Regency without that tie.) 

Remix & Original chat 

Remix: Lol hows weenie Original:   jasons x3 ur size pipsqeak                    Remix:  ur point?  Original:  lol hes ok                                 frosty says he got hurt wth shrpnel                        new healed core + shrapnel = bad time Remix:  sucks 2 b him  Original:               so tru        Whre r u? Remix: omw 2 spain barcelona Original: ooh send pics if u need me call Remix: pics or nay gotcha txt u l8r luv u  Original: love u 2

Safely back in the living Realm and tucked away in Jason’s apartment, Jazz and Danny tried to investigate the bomb- unfortunately there was nothing for them to do but wait. 

On the upside, the Justice League was about to hit the UN full force with all the subtlety of a tsunami and who had front row seats to the drama? 

Yep, the Regent.  Jazz wasn’t exactly thrilled that her presence was requested, even though it was on the path to the desired outcome the Nightingale siblings had fought for, but both her soulmate boyfriend and little brother would be by her side as support. 

The Birds and the Bats Group Chat

Zombie: I lived bitch Spoiler-Alert: Jason!  Fly-Like-A-Dick: Little Wing!  Blood_Heir: Todd. Zombie: don’t sound too excited there demon brat.  Blood_Heir: Never.  Sleep_When_Im_Dead: Where have you been? Zombie: Stayed overnight at my Docs for observation.  Fly-Like-A-Dick: For three days? Blood_Heir: Fail to find that humorous Todd.  Zombie: wasn’t meant to be a joke brat.  I was actually at my Docs.  Zombie: Got a shovel talk from my girlfriends little brother too.                                     Spoiler-Alert:  Whoa GIRLFRIEND!!!! 😱 Jason!  Why is this the first were hearing this??? Fly-Like-A-Dick: Little Wing!!!!!! Quiet_Dancer: 🤗  Zombie:  At least Cass and Dickiebird are happy for me                                    Spoiler-Alert:  Ecstatic! But details! Now.                                                      Zombie: No.                                              Fly-Like-A-Dick: Is she a redhead??? Sleep_When_Im_Dead:  Jasmine Nightingale.                                                      Zombie: Babs.                                               Oracle_of_Gotham:  On it.  [member Sleep_When_Im_Dead has been blocked from the group.]  Spoiler-Alert:  too late!!!!!! Cass  with me! Quiet_Dancer: 🫡 Oracle_of_Gotham: DENIED Batdad:  Welcome back Jaylad.                                                        Zombie:                                           Old man       You and I need to have a talk with words                                              Fly-Like-A-Dick: battle stations everyone!!!

Council of Uncaged Birds

Queen_Regent: Ellie, I want you to meet Jason.  Officially meet him.  WanderingPrincess: eh??? temp said wasnt srs Queen_Regent: Danny No InfiniteStarPrince: Danny YES Frosty said they are  soulmates!!!!!! WanderingPrincess: 🤯😱 wha th fuck!!!1 Queen_Regent: language!  WanderingPrincess: ENGLISH imma get a shovel gotta undead weenie 2 bury.

Template. [user InfiniteStarPrince has left the chat]  WanderingPrincess: coward Queen_Regent: I have many regrets.  WanderingPrincess: u luv us 👻

Lady & Knight chat Lady: Jay remember when I told you I wanted you to meet Ellie?  Knight: She’s bringing a shovel isn’t she.  Lady: I love how brilliant you are.  Knight: I aim to please. 

Lady & Knight chat Knight: you patrolling tonight? Lady: wasnt planning on it Knight: wanna meet me? Lady: same time same place? Knight: you know it

The abolishment of the Anti-Ecto Acts officially happened at three pm on a dreary Gotham Tuesday. Jazz was cuddled with Jason on his couch, dozing off to his heartbeat as he read Pride and Prejudice for the thousandth time. The comfortable silence they had wrapped themselves in only occasionally broken by Jason turning a page was completely shattered when Jazz’s phone rang with the Ghostbusters theme song. 

“Danny?” Jazz answered surprised, “School isn’t out yet, what’s wrong?” She was greeted by Danny’s heaving cries as he replied. 

“Batman, he- he did it!” Danny sobbed, “He saved us.” 

It clicked then. The Dark Knight had completed the task he was entrusted with by a Spirit of Protection, the Once and Future Star King, and unknowingly kept the promise a ghost made to a young Jasmine Fenton. 

One day my son will stop this. All of this. You only need to be strong. Take care of yourself and your brother. I promise. 

She had waited years for the promise to be fulfilled, the sworn promise of the dead to a living child. Jasmine was a patient soul, but she had still been a child that night in Gotham. 

(The Drs. Fenton believing the stories about a ghostly vigilante patrolling the streets, a never aging child by their side.) (Dragging their children with them. ) (Hungry and cold.) (A dead man who swore his son would end their torment one day.)

(She should’ve known it wouldn’t come fast enough to save Danny.) 

How was she to know the ghost was speaking of the Realms inhabitants, not the abused and neglected children of Ghost Hunters? How was she to know that the hope such a promise kindled wasn’t hers to keep?  Jason wrapped his arms around her, the book set aside and her phone gently taken from her grasp to be put on speaker so they could both talk to her little brother. Danny had dissolved from heaving sobs to muffled hiccups, seemingly now that he’d shared the news with his sister. 

“He really did,” she muttered. “He really did it.” 

(The furry fucker actually did it.) (She’d known that he was going to try, but humans are stubborn creatures.)

A/N: Hi! Welcome to an update for the Regent. Just to be fully transparent with each of my readers - The Regent is still on Hiatus.

I have deleted so much of my writing because I don't like the flow/dialogue/pacing. Original ending thrown out and rewritten twice- still don't care for it. Who knew something other than Angst would be so difficult.

(Not me!)

Having said that, this entry is of course beta'd by the wonderful @meditating-cat who has put up with my random messages.

(You are amazing!)

(In all honesty, I wish I could just skip right to the ending because at least I know 100% I can get it just right....eventually.)

Thanks for reading and happy easter!

#dp x dc #dpxdc #dp x dc au #dc x dp crossover #jazz fenton #regent!jazz #hardcover ship #jason todd #anger management ship #jazz x jason #A new chapter! #this doesn't mean that the Regent is off hiatus #I am scraping so many chapters in fits of madness #i deleted the ending #and rewrote it twice #I still hate it #but hey #at least for now im working on the ANGST #because apparently I don't know how to write anything else #shame on me i guess #what even is sibling banter #i have no experience #I did name them Lady and Knight #because hint hint NUDGE NUDGE #Yes Beta read we live like Jason Todd!

[little-pondhead]

The Folly of Men -

Chapter 1: #355E3B

AO3 - MASTERPOST

[GENERAL TW: Swearing, lukewarm violence, lots of POV changes, and mild body horror.]

[Fair warning, guys: Canon is a ball pit, and I’m throwing a baby into it. I have no clue what's happening. Feel free to point out mistakes!]

-

Danny was starting to hate the color green. It was the color of death.

Green reminded him of the portal that killed him, and the electricity that was constantly humming under his skin. It reminded him of being on the wrong end of an ecto-blaster and having to dodge for dear life. It reminded him of choking plants that swallowed him whole and tried to turn him into fertilizer. It reminded him of his glowing eyes and how they seemed to take up his entire face when he looked at himself in the mirror.

And right now, as he lay weakly on his side, grasping at fresh wounds with shaky fingers as he tried to ice them closed, the green blood that was splattered everywhere reminded him he wasn’t human.

Not anymore.

-

Green was a familiar color to Ra’s al Ghul. It was the color of life. 

Green reminded him of the Lazarus Pits, mostly. When it was the reason he’d lived such a long life, how could it not be the first thing he thought of? Green also reminded him of his cloak and the warmth it wrapped him in during the cold desert nights when his wife was still alive. Of the beauty he saw in the natural world and why he wanted to protect it. It reminded him of his green eyes that have been passed down through his very few children and grandchildren. Green was the color of the al Ghuls and represented the power he’d amassed through centuries of hard work. 

And right now, as he stood before the Well of Sins, Ra’s was reminded of a secret contract that was buried deep within his personal records, and the monster he’d made it with. The Gardener, the creature called itself, was a being who had crawled out of a Lazarus Pit years ago in search of Ra’s. Its flesh was made from thorny vines and grasses intertwined, and its eyes were tiny red blooms that glowed and made him feel sick just thinking about it. It had forced him into the contract, exchanging power and knowledge in return for a promise of help in the near future. 

‘Near future,’ my ass. Timothy Drake's fleeting voice flickered in his mind, and he could only agree with his subconscious's crude words. It seemed like the only appropriate term as it had already been several centuries since the contract was made, and the being had yet to claim its part of the deal.

He watched, mind racing, as the Well of Sins started swirling frantically. He was alone, with his attendants on standby. Should he call them in? No. Whatever was causing the strange reaction in the pool had something to do with that contract. He could feel it. A power was tugging at his heart, drawing him closer to the edge of the green waters. He loathed to admit it, but this was beyond his scientific understanding. He just knew that every time he tried to look away and leave, his whole body felt like it was alight with flame.

So he stood. And he stared. For hours, possibly, before the first sign of something new caught his attention. A screeching sound was echoing from the bottom of the pool. It slowly got louder and higher pitched as the stone floor started glowing so bright Ra's almost risked the pain of glancing away.

A large head was making its way through the bottom of the pool. It went slowly to accommodate large shoulders, followed by a wide chest and narrow waist. The figure paid no mind to the churning of the Well of Sins and broke the surface of the waters with the ease of a seasoned swimmer. The screeching sound echoed wildly, bouncing unnaturally throughout the chamber, sounding more like incomprehensible words. Ra's wanted to plug his ears with wax and banish the figure back where it came from. Instead, he didn't even twitch an eye.

The Gardener stood before him. And it was carrying a body.

"Master of Lazarusss," it hissed, inclining its head in acknowledgment, but making no move to exit the pool. "Too long has it been, has it not? I've come to collect on my part of the deal."

Ra's nodded in return. Higher being or not, he refused to bow to anyone. "I've expected this, Gardener." He said roughly. Despite learning their language years ago, the sharp chirps and clicks made by the dead were difficult to sound out. It was like he was trying to mimic a broken radio. "Although it's taken longer than I expected for your arrival."

The Gardener clicked its beak in annoyance. "Don't give me flowery words, Pretender. It was not my choice whether to appear before you or not. The Scepter of our realm visited me long ago and commanded me thus; I only now see her vision behind it."

"I...see." He did not see, thank you very much. That was more information in two sentences than he'd ever managed to get from the Gardener. Were there others at play in this little contract of theirs? He did not like the idea of that. "And I assume this whole thing has something to do with the boy in your arms?"

The Gardener let out a low humming sound that seemed to originate from its chest and echo in Ra’s bones. It glanced down, turning the body over gently to let Ra's see his face. The boy was just a child, no older than sixteen. He was deathly pale and seemed eerily stiff, just as if rigor mortis had set in. His white hair was plastered to his forehead from the water, and his clothes were nothing more than rags. Thick green blood was leaking from several wounds and pooling underneath his skin. It wasn't hard to guess what the Gardener was about to ask.

"This is our Guardian and one of the last of his kind. His haunt is not safe anymore, and I task you with his care for the foreseeable future."

Without waiting for a response, the Gardener sloshed forward to set the boy oh-so-gently upon the edge of the pool, taking care that his thorns did not pierce the child. A few vines cupped his face gently as if the Gardener was sad about the boy's state of being.

The assassin made no move to step forward and claim him. "What iske?" He asked. Ra’s voice caught on the last syllable, and he had to repeat the question again properly. Annoying.

The Gardener didn’t seem to mind and just stepped back, relinquishing its hold completely. "He is our Guardian." It repeated. "Care for him well. His fraid will be on the hunt for him and return any harm tenfold. But earn his loyalty, and the power of the Infinite Realms will be at your fingertips. Good luck, Master of Lazarus."

With that, the Gardener disappeared beneath the waves of the Well of Sins, and the waters calmed. The only proof that someone had been there was the sopping wet teen that lay at Ra's feet.

Ra's stared at the boy. The tugging in his heart was a bind, he realized. And it was tying him to the boy. Well, caring for a dead child shouldn't be that hard. Despite his disagreement with Talia over the matter, Jason Todd had turned out just fine, hasn’t he?

With the contract heavy on his mind, Ra's turned and left the boy lying there, clicking his jaw and calling for his attendants to collect him. The Lazarus Pits had gifted him with a new heir, it seemed.

-

“WHAT DID YOU DO?”

In another world, a redheaded girl was on the edge of a rampage. Her scream echoed down the suburban street her house was on, and the neighbors sighed quietly and locked their windows shut, not realizing the severity of the question. They were used to this family's antics, and the girl's screaming as a result.

But this could not be written off as 'family antics.'

Jasmine Fenton, nicknamed ‘Jazz,’ was positively furious. Red-faced, she stood before her parents with steam coming from her ears and a bat in hand. 

“Jazzy-pants, we-” her father tried.

“Nope!” Jazz put up a hand to stop him. “Never mind, I don’t want to hear it. I already know.” 

She whirled around, tuning out her parents' protests as she stormed through their house. Correction, her parent’s house. If she had her way, Jazz would never see these metal and unloving walls ever again. Neither would her brother, once she found him. 

Her phone rang, and she flipped it open with a snap, leaving the bat at the end of the hallway. Only a few people had her number, and it sure as hell wasn’t her parents calling her. “What.” She barked, shoving the phone between her shoulder and ear as she dug through Danny’s closet. His bug-out bag hadn’t been moved. 

“It’s Tucker.”

“We have a code green and a code yellow.” She ground out. Good, the ecto-dejecto shots were up to date. The less time she spends in that god-forsaken lab, the better. 

“Fuck.” Tucker swore. Rustling was heard and she heard another voice in the background. “I’m putting you on speaker.” 

Jazz re-packed the bag quickly, adding in some non-essentials that she knew Danny would appreciate. After it was settled on her shoulders, she switched the phone back to her hand for a better grip. “Is Sam there?”

“I’m here.” The girl responded. 

Jazz tripped over her bedroom carpet in her rush to her room. She cursed but recovered and started ransacking her closet and drawers. “Good. One of you needs to contact Danielle. Our parents sold Danny out, and the GIW took him while I was gone yesterday. I’m going ghost and getting him back. Tell Danielle she’s in danger since they have her ecto-signature now.”

“We’re going with you.” Sam said firmly. There was more rustling, and Jazz guessed they were looking for their own emergency bags. “I don’t care how long it takes; we’ll get him back.” 

“Are you going to shut down the portal?” Tucker asked. 

Jazz paused, considering it. In the original plan, Danny was in charge of shutting down the portal while Jazz and the others took care of the Fentons, GIW, and everything else. It was personal for him; his final resting place. But now that Danny was missing, and they needed a reliable escape route. 

“Not permanently.” She decided. “I’ll figure out how to turn it off temporarily, or put a shield up, but Danny will need to be the one to make that call.” 

Tucker started typing furiously on his laptop, muttering under his breath until he got to the file he wanted. “Sam and I will take care of the town defenses, and Dani’s on her way from New Zealand. She’ll be here in a few hours. I’m sending you a bug; plug it into the Fenton’s security systems, and it’ll lock them out of the house for now. Only do it after you’re done in the labs. Sam’s gone off and is pulling some strings to get all the ghosts in town back to the Zone. I’ll start tracking Danny and shutting down all the Fenton and GIW equipment I can find.”

“Thanks, Tucker. I’ll meet you guys at Nasty Burger in two hours; pass that message to Danielle.”

“Sure thing. Oh, and Jazz?”

“Yeah, Tuck?” Jazz started counting her hidden wads of cash, making sure it was all there. They never wanted to believe the Fentons would go this far, but she was glad they’d made contingency plans just in case. 

She could hear Tucker’s silent snarl as he said his parting remark. “Leave enough of them behind for the rest of us.”

Jazz laughed, a little hysterical. “I’ll try.” She said, bidding him farewell. Honestly, she wasn’t even sure she could look at her parents ever again. But she knew, deep in her bones, that if they tried to stop her, there wouldn’t even be ashes left from the hell she would raise. 

-

Gotham was caught in a storm. It was one of those ugly, howling summer storms that threw water in your eyes and bit your skin with a vengeance. Damian squinted, trying to make out the sight of Spoiler and Signal through the rain, but even their bright uniforms were lost in the shadows.

He tightened his grip on his grappling hook as a particularly harsh wind tried to throw him around like a ragdoll. Water seeped into his collar, making him shiver. A beep echoed in his ear, and he risked taking one hand off the line to answer his comms.

"Robin," Oracle was practically shouting in his ear over the storm. "Signal made it to the Cave. Spoiler is rounding up Condiment King, and then she'll do the same. You can go back now."

Damian tsked. "Father is still out here," he replied. "I shall not return until he does."

"Robin-" Oracle sighed.

Another gust of wind made him grunt, and he cut the call to refocus on scaling the building. The only good thing that came from such a wild storm was that most of the villains were smart enough to stay inside. Splitting up in such conditions always left a sour taste in his mouth, but Damian understood it was necessary to cover as much ground as possible during times of emergency.

He wasn't sure this counted as an emergency, but Todd was certainly treating it as such. The citizens of Crime Alley were being hit hard. Enough to the point where Red Hood had openly invited the Bats onto his turf to help with the flooding and evacuation from some unstable buildings. Batman and Red Robin had gone, leaving Robin and Orphan to cover their patrol routes.

Finally, finding purchase on the rough brick, Damian quickly hauled himself up to safety. Some of his equipment was ruined, and his costume was soaked. Truly, this storm had come out of nowhere.

His comms clicked back to life. "Robin." Cain's clipped tone was somehow louder than Oracle's voice.

"I'm here," he replied, scowling at the oily mud on his shoes. Damned pollution.

"Home," Orphan said simply.

Damian scowled even harder. He could argue with Oracle without issue, but he barely won when it came to speaking with Orphan. "...Fine." He sniffed. "I shall return."

"Good." Damian could hear the smile in her voice. "Agent A has cocoa."

"I'll consider it." He said stiffly. He imagined his adoptive sister smiling slyly and glancing toward the sky before the comms switched off, leaving him to his thoughts again. After checking his grapple to ensure it still worked, he started picking his way through the building at a snail's pace, letting himself get distracted whenever he spotted someone in trouble. The Batcave would be warmer and dryer than the streets, but not everyone had a dry place to return to. Every little bit helped in the long run, and even Damian wouldn't pass by a lost child in the rain.

The only thing that bothered him more than the dark clouds overhead and fresh hail on the way home was the unnatural feeling on his spine. It felt like someone was watching him, judging him. But when he looked, nobody was there.

-

The stars were gone.

Danny felt weightless as he floated, staring at the space where the stars were supposed to be. He felt lighter than normal. Danny was surrounded by colors that flowed and ebbed like the tide, taking him deeper into this mysterious space. Golden fish and silver deer wove past him as fire and ice trailed behind, and yet he couldn’t seem to muster up the energy to get up. He just laid there silently. A bone deep exhaustion was settling into him, but sleep refused him.

“Ghost Child.”

Oh, Danny was dreaming. He was already asleep.

He didn’t turn his head, nor acknowledge when the stars returned to his line of sight. The stars wrapped around him like a curtain, cutting off the rest of the dreamscape. Two bright eyes, burning like red giants, peered down at him as thin hands cupped his body.

“Ghost Child.” The voice repeated again, speaking in his mind even as the words were swallowed by the silence of space.

Danny turned his head slowly. “Nocturn,” he murmured. These too, were snatched from his throat and lost. The cold seeped into his chest and he hiccuped. He couldn’t speak. Not that he really wanted to.

Luckily, Nocturn seemed to understand him just fine. He cradled Danny gently, bringing him closer to his chest. Something shifted in the fabric of space, and suddenly Danny was being laid to rest on the smooth stone of a crescent moon, as pearly white as his own hair. He sighed as the coolness of the moon seeped into his body, soothing aches and burns he didn’t remember getting.

“Where are we?” He wanted to ask.

Nocturn blinked slowly at him, his face twisted down towards Danny. His ram’s horns glinted as a glowing blue jay landed on them and started preening itself. Danny wanted to fly with the bird. His body didn't move.

“Sleep, Ghost Child.” Nocturn hummed. The moon vibrated beneath Danny, soothing the electric currents that kept him awake no matter what he did. Danny’s eyes started sliding shut as Nocturn’s song wrapped around him like a lullaby.

The others… Danny’s mind whispered.

Are safe. The song replied. Rest, young guardian. Your people are safe. You did well.

That was all he needed to hear. Danny let himself fall into slumber, relief flooding his mind. Yes, his people were safe. He did well. He deserved some rest.

As the young ghost fell into a dreamless sleep, a real sleep, Nocturn gently tucked the boy in with a blanket made from his own starry robes, shifting the fabric once more to hide away his core, and the boy who was resting on it. The bluejay on his head chirped indignantly from the movement and flew away, leaving a trail of smoke behind.

Nocturn paid it no mind. Warnings from Fate were never a good idea to ignore, but the bird was but a memory of a life that had long since passed. It only stuck around because of the dreams that kept feeding it. The ghost let his lullaby continue as he returned to his work, taking care to move slowly.

Undergrowth was taking care of his physical body, so he would care for the boy's mind. Vortex was off to round up the little ghostlings who had scattered like dandelion seeds, and the Master of Time was keeping an eye on the rest of Phantom's fraid while they rampaged in the mortal realms. After the stunt he pulled to protect the Realms, it was the least the elder ghosts could do.

-

"Is the boy awake?" Ra's asked sharply, entering the private rooms he had set aside for the boy.

The attending nurse, an older man born with no tongue, bowed his head and signed, 'No, sir. Vitals are off. He is a cold corpse.'

Ra's regarded the boy. It has been several weeks since the Gardener dropped the boy off in his care, and he hadn't awoken once throughout the entire time. He truly looked like a regular dead teenager, if you exclude the unnaturally white hair.

The Demon's Head bent over the boy's bed, tugging open an eyelid to see if he would react. Nothing. However, he noted the boy's eyes were green, which he was mildly pleased about. Green was such a lovely color, and this boy seemed surrounded in it.

A sharp knock echoed from the door, and Ra's granted the other party permission to enter. His best phlebotomist, a man named Paz, entered, holding a stack of papers as thick as his thumb. He bowed to Ra's as soon as he saw him.

"The results?" Ra's asked.

Paz immediately handed over his work, fully confident that Ra's understood everything he'd written. "For all purposes, the boy is dead." He said in a thick accent. He spoke in halted Arabic, as he'd only lived in 'Eth Alth'eban for a short time. "He has no circulation. No heart to move blood, or lungs to breathe. We must move him every hour to prevent postmortem lividity. He has undergone an extensive autopsy process, but it seems it was stopped before his brain was removed. No organs remain in his body otherwise.”

Ra's examined the papers. They were reports from different scientists and doctors, all of whom had been assigned to examine and work on the boy. Most of them said the same thing. The boy was dead and had been for a while. If the Well of Sins didn't do anything when he first exited the waters, what good would it do now?

He flicked his eyes up. "But you think otherwise," he stated.

Paz nodded enthusiastically. "The boy is dead, but his blood is alive!" He tapped a green folder that was poking out from the bottom of the pile. Ra's shuffled the papers off to the nurse and opened it. Printed off charts had been scribbled over with Paz’s frantic notes, documenting his thought process.

The phlebotomist rambled excitedly as his boss read his work, gesturing wildly. “It’s incredible! Most of his red blood cells have died off, and he has an abnormal amount of white blood cells, which indicate some kind of infection. But his plates-“

‘Platelets.’

“Platelets,” Paz nodded his thanks to the nurse for correcting his speech. “The boy’s platelets are still alive, and are actually trying to heal his injuries! We recorded a time-lapse last week to confirm it. The process is incredibly slow, even compared to human healing, but there’s a difference! Because of the absence of red blood cells, the plasma left in his body has practically doubled in volume, even though there’s no circulation to keep it moving. We’ve noticed a collection of stem cells at the base of his skull has started growing as well, and whatever it’s producing is being released into the body at regular intervals.”

“What kind of cells are they?”

“Unsure. At first, we thought it was cancerous in nature.” Paz tapped the corner of the folder again, prompting Ra’s to turn the page. “And while these cells are certainly growing as fast as unchecked cancer, rather than doing harm, we’ve taken samples and noted that they’re merging with whatever original matter has been left in the boy’s body. Bonding, like glue! The healing process is periodically speeding up with every release, the plasma has started circulating on its own, and the white blood cell count is diminishing. Honestly, I’ve never seen anything like it! It’s filling in for everything that’s missing, and keeping what is there, alive. Dr. Vanessa hypothesized that within the month, it may even start replacing the boy’s organs.”

Ra’s looked up from the research. “These photos look like plant cells, is this an example or actual recordings of the activity?”

Paz wrinkled his nose. “Those are evidence of the activity. For some reason, cellulose is present within his body, and the mysterious stem cells seem to be a mix of both plant and animal matter. It’s hard to track even with our technology, but it looks like the cellulose is forming a sort of…skeleton? Frame? I’m not sure what the right word is, but Dr. Vanessa says they might start regrowing in another month. If that’s true, this would be a huge breakthrough in the realm of organ transplants and other medical fields!”

The Demon’s Head hummed, flipping through the work again and considering the man’s words. “Very good,” he praised. Paz beamed like a child at his words. “Unfortunately, I shall be releasing you of your duty, and your tongue is too loose for your head.”

“What-“ Paz’s eyes widened as he gurgled, his words cut off. Ra’s twisted his wrist, driving home the dagger he’d planted in the man’s heart. He had no use for men who talked too much.

Paz fell to the floor, convulsing as he tried to weakly remove the weapon still sticking out of his chest. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he went pale as his blood seeped out onto the floor.

Ra’s barely spared the dying man a glance, taking back the extra stack of papers from the nurse and neatly stepped around him to exit the room. “Clean that up,” he said over his shoulder.

The old nurse bowed his head, waiting patiently for the foolish doctor to finish dying before he got out the mop.

This is why the nurse had survived so long; he knew how to stay silent.

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[Nocturn tucking Danny in to rest. Ghost speech says, "Rest well, ghost child"]

#pondhead writes #the folly of men fic #dpxdc #long post #really long post #no beta we die like Danny #I rewrote this three times #this was gonna be longer but the plot got away from me so we're doing more than one part now #the whole point of this is to get me back into writing more so i guess it's working?? #i literally did so much googling for this #even watched timeline videos but i'm pretty sure i'm still wrong #literally what is dc lore anymore #i'd rather learn about kingdom hearts lore at this point #literally I am summoning all of my brain snails to bring this together #not medically accurate!!! #I am not a doctor I just took biology twice

[atsoomi]

The lights are off when you come home.

The door creaks open, and you'd be complaining about the annoying noise if you weren't so entranced by kuroo's lips on your own, hot and demanding.

The arm around your waist guides you through the doorway while his other arm feels around the door until it's securely shut with a loud click.

You push kuroo against the now closed door aggressively and he smiles against your lips, letting you take the lead. The kiss is warm and wet with your perspiration, so intimate that it makes your stomach burst with butterflies and so hot that it makes your skin burn. The hands that rested on his chest come up to grab the collar of his white button-down shirt, trying to pull him impossibly closer. Your chest is flush against his as you push yourself against him harder, trying to match his height if only for a moment.

His hands go from your waist to the back of your neck, and your sclap tingles pleasantly as he weaves his fingers in your hair. He maneuvers your head against his to ensure his tongue reaches every crevice in your mouth and you almost let out a muffled moan when he bites down on your lower lip.

The fire in your stomach keeps growing as he expertly twists his tongue in all the right ways. His hands descend to your hips, rubbing gently at the sides, and keeping you in place in spite of your incessant squirming. Realizing that his arms are strong enough to keep you in any position he wants to doesn't help the growing hunger.

He continues to skillfully mold his tongue against yours, drawing out all of his favorite noises from your dark burgundy lips right into his mouth. He continues kissing you until your hands come up to his shoulders to physically push him away.

You break apart breathlessly, and you're met with red flushed cheeks and half-lidded hazel eyes that you've grown to love immensely. He smiles at you with lipstick stained lips and your knees feel like jelly.

"Hey," he whispers as you lean forward to place your forehead against his.

"Hey yourself." You whisper back, mirroring his smile.

His arms wrap tighter around your hips and you welcome the physical affection with a soft peck on his lips. He chases your kiss when you pull back and you let out a quiet giggle.

"Actually," you start, "I'm quite hungry. I think we have to stop for a few minutes."

You slip from his hold and you're out of his arms before he can process your words. And while he stands by the door, flushed and flustered, you make your way to the kitchen.

"You.. you can't do that!" He snaps, coming to his senses as he jumps to follow you.

The sight of him with dark marks on his neck and lipstick-stained shirt makes your heart race again and you know you'd give into temptation if you keep looking at him, so you turn to the fridge hastily.

"I can, I just did."

He leans back on the counter as you rummage through the fridge, back turned to him. Looking at your backside right now is a terrible idea, he does it anyways.

"You're cruel."

You turn around with a tub of leftover pasta, a cheeky grin gracing your face. "You like it."

His grin grows to match your own, eyes chasing you as you walk over to the microwave. He watches you set the timer for 10 minutes like a cat watching its prey.

Once you click 'start' and the microwave starts humming, he's on you in the blink of an eye, pushing you back against the counter. He wastes no time in joining your lips again, eagerly drinking in the gasp of surprise you let out. And other noises after that.

You breathlessly pull back for a second, "you have ten minutes tetsurō."

He grins at you, "ten minutes it is."

#do u guys think they ever ended up eating the pasta #personally i would stop whatever for the pasta thats just me though #clicking post without reading it 100 times this is new... if u see any typing mistakes do tell because i rewrote this twice #kuroo fluff #kuroo x reader #haikyuu x reader #kuroo tetsuro x you #kuroo scenarios #haikyuu kuroo #kuroo tetsurō #hq kuroo

[child-of-the-nights]

Could u please do some domestic Aro Volturi headcanons?🥰 thx

Absolutely! ^^

A/N: The mate is human in this one but let me know if you'd like a vampire mate version.

TW: None

Domestic Aro Volturi Headcanons

~Reader is gender neutral~

Since vampires don't require food, cooking isn't something Aro does. Now, I do believe that The Volturi has some human staff outside the secretaries. In fact, I think that there are some cooks in the palazzo and they serve food for the secretaries (kind of in a 'free lunch' way).

But if Aro's mate insisted on wanting to cook, who was he to deny it? If he had the time, he would even linger around to see what they are making. Aro has seen thousands of minds and has useful information tucked away in his own. That includes some tips and tricks on cooking.

I fully believe he would help them out with something if they asked him to. He would ask for a favor in return of course, but that's a story for another day.

His mate struck gold with this ancient vampire when it comes to domestic stuff. Why? Because Aro is curious about MANY things.

So when it comes to his mate doing something to keep themselves busy while Aro is working, he would be delighted to hear them ramble about it. Crocheting? Oh yes, he had seen some people do that. Redecorating their room? Aro would love to help them with ideas if they cannot decide on something. Whatever it is, he is ready to share his opinion.

Whenever he is free, he likes to take his mate to his private library. Now, I'm not saying Aro is a hoarder, but he kind of is. As a result, his mate should expect to find a wide variety of books on various domestic themes. After all, who wouldn't want to learn about the ancient art of tea-making?

He also loves fashion and had tried out most trends. What I'm saying is that Aro would love to share his clothes with his mate if given the chance. Heck, he would even dress them up himself if they let him.

What Aro would most appreciate is if his mate could provide him with new information. He just wants to know everything, regardless of what it is about. I mean, with his mind reading ability, it's not that difficult for him to find it out, but he just loves hearing them say it.

When it comes to sleeping, he usually stays by their side until they are asleep. If he doesn't have too much work, that is. If he has time, he would read to them or cuddle with them. He finds dreams to be incredibly fascinating and would enjoy watching them like "movies".

Aro would never expect his mate to clean their room because they have staff for that as well, but if they insisted, he would gladly let them. His eyesight is far superior to that of a human, so they can expect some snarky remarks about how they missed a spot. But it's only a joke. Aro actually enjoys listening to his partner singing their favorite song while tidying the room up. He would never make them feel bad about themselves.

Gardening, on the other hand, is bittersweet for Aro. His sister used to garden a lot, and it reminds him of those times. Nevertheless, he offers advice to his partner when they ask for it. While they are working, Aro might even share some interesting tales about his sister. He gently reminds them to respect his sister's work, or more precisely, what's left of it. For everyone's sake.

Overall, I think he's a great mate to have when it comes to domestic things.

#aro volturi x reader #aro volturi headcanon #aro x reader #aro volturi #the volturi #volturi x reader #the volturi headcanons #the volturi x reader #the volturi kings #the volturi kings x reader #twilight x reader #twilight headcanon #twilight #i have literally just realised after like months that for some reason a previous version of this was pasted right before the one i rewrote #idk what went wrong but i fixed it now so the same headcanons wont appear twice #anyways #it was weird

[maxislvt]

Teddy Graham

Summary: You and Wanda had been...well, something since highschool. You considered Wanda a friend, but friends don't do the things you did with Wanda. You never really got the chance to figure out what Wanda was to you before she graduated and left you behind. Fortunately, she makes it clear as day when you meet again in college.

Warnings: Drug usage (just weed), pet names, smut, corruption kink(?), fingering, strap ons, possessive behaviors, drug usage during sex, please tell me if I've missed anything! There are no gendered terms but R does have a vagina.

You and Wanda had an odd relationship, to say the least. The two of you met at a party during your Sophomore year of highschool. Though she was a junior and you'd only got to see each other in the hallways or briefly during lunch, you two go along well. The next year was a bit more complicated. You had two classes together and were able to talk a lot more. You were overjoyed to see her everyday, but your friends were heavily against it. They'd just barely tolerated her present during your Sophomore year and by the time your junior year started , they couldn't stand her and were happy to see her leave.

Where you saw a pretty girl with a soft heart, they saw nothing but a scumbag with a weed dependency. Wanda wouldn't deny it either. She was no good for you. You were innocent. You trusted too easily and saw the good in even the worst people, she understood why your friends were so keen on keeping you away from anything they deemed dangerous. Too bad that only made Wanda want you more.

It wasn't always a sexual want. When you two first met she just assumed it was just one of those things where upperclassmen "adopted" their underclassmen. She didn't remember exactly what it was that made her crave you in that way. Maybe it was watching you struggle to straddle during a game of truth or dare. It could've been those few short kisses you two shared during seven minutes in heaven that one time. It didn't really matter. What did matter was that Wanda made a promise to herself. If she couldn't have you to herself, she'd make sure to ruin you for anyone else.

Yet again, your innocence got the best of you. You were so excited to hang out with Wanda you didn't question a thing. It didn't bother you that no one was home. You didn't think twice when she'd locked her bedroom door. You were eager to sit in her lap when she offered. You didn't bat an eye when her hands began to roam under your shirt. Your only complaint was when Wanda finally snapped and pinned you down to the bed. Even then, your only concern was that you didn't know how to kiss someone. So, she taught you. Her sweet little bear was so happy to learn. She would've taken you right then and there had you not gotten so overwhelmed.

Unfortunately, things had quickly gone south your senior year. Distance plus packed schedules made it nearly impossible to keep talking. Not only that, the tension between Wanda and your friends had finally boiled over. They never stopped you from speaking to her, but they successfully shamed you out of even texting her in private. Wanda eventually let go. She assumed it'd just be some highschool fling she'd get over later in life.

Yet, there you were, standing in the corner of a frat house while everyone around partied their hearts out.

She did a double take the first time she laid eyes on you. Your locs had gotten longer and you'd dyed your hair, but it was still you. Even after a year and a half, you still greeted her with that same overenthusiastic wave like you did in highschool.

"Hey, sweet bear, long time no see?" Wanda had expected you to be a bit distant at first. Maybe she'd get a side hug and generic smile. She was not expecting you to flash her the brightest smile and nearly tackle her into a full blown hug. She cracked a smile and gently rubbed your shoulders. "Yeah, I missed you too."

You couldn't control the smile on your face. "I'm sorry, it's just that- wow this is crazy! I haven't seen you in forever and I didn't even know you went here, it's just, ah!" You pulled away from her and looked into her eyes. "Oh right," You let go and motioned towards the boy standing next to you. "This is Scott, he was the senior I got grouped up with during disorientation!"

Wanda couldn't help but pull you closer. "I wish you would've told me you were coming, I wouldn't have let you roam around campus by yourself." Her arms wrapped around your lower waist. "I think you and I have a lot to catch up on, don't you think?"

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It didn't take long for Wanda's obsession to resurface. She couldn't help it, really. You'd just fallen right back into her arms and the two of you had quickly gone back to your old ways. It was much better the second time. No one could take you away from her anymore. All she had to do was claim you. Of course, with no competition around, she found herself taking her sweet time with it. There was no harm in teasing you a bit.

When Wanda invited you over for dinner that night, it was just so she had an excuse to take care of you. Really, she just wanted you to have a nice home cooked meal and cuddle up after an exam. She couldn't help but toy with you when she saw you toy with her rolling tray.

"What, you've never seen weed before?" Wanda sat down on the couch across from you. She watched as you naturally scooted closer. Her arms snaked around your waist.

You shook your head and rested your head on her shoulder. "You were the only one I knew that smoked and I never went to parties after you left." The second Wanda didn't reprimand you for your nosiness, you began to open the little baggie. A quick sniff was all it took to send you into a coughing fit. You handed back the bag and covered your nose. "I don't like how it smells."

Wanda took the bag from you and patted her lap. "Come on, I'll show you how to roll." Her legs spread and let you get comfortable for a bit. She bit the inside of cheek to stop herself from commenting on your obedience. "I know it seems hard, but my sweet bear will make me proud." She leaned forward to grab the grinder, making sure to press her breast against your back.

You let out a sharp exhale through your nostrils, but kept quiet. You ran your fingers over the bear engraved on the top. "So, did you buy this because of me or have you always had a thing with bears?" A giggle escaped your lips despite the pinch Wanda gave you. You let the older woman place a few nuggets in the grinder. "So I just push down and twist?"

Wanda's hands interlocked with yours and guided you to the proper motions. "Don't push, it'll break apart weird and won't grind right." She whispered her instructions right into your ears, letting her accent slip just enough to get squirm. After a bit of twisting Wanda opened the bottom of the grinder. "Awe look at that, you did amazing." She nuzzled into the side of your neck. "Can you open up that cigar for me?"

You slowly picked up the cigar and the razor blade. Thankfully, Wanda could sense your nervousness and guided you through the process of cutting it open. Your eyes wide when Wanda pushed the empty paper towards your mouth. You hesitantly ran your tongue across the paper. For a moment, you watched Wanda. Let her fill the wrap and reroll it with ease. All you had to do was bend down and lick again.

Wanda leaned forward and grabbed the lighter. She ran the flame down the side a few times before she turned the top towards you. "Wanna hit?" She chuckled darkly, feeling you tense up in her lap. "Don't worry, I won't pressure you." She gently tapped your thigh signalling for you to move. "I'm sure the food is done by now, just relax for now."

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Wanda was in your head. She had you right where she wanted you. You were desperate for her touch. She hoped the first time was a little more romantic. Ideally, it would've been after a nice date. When you were all giddy and relaxed, she'd pull you close and have you the way she wanted. She couldn't tell if that was the weed or the romanticism talking.

"Do you remember the last time I had you in my room like this," She asked softly. Wanda took the blunt from between your lips and took a puff from it. She let the smoke out rush over your face and watched you squirm hopelessly. "I taught you how to kiss, you were so cute."

You had gotten a lot cuter. It was as if everything she loved had increased tenfold. "Have you gotten any better?"

A familiar burn worked its way across your face. It was embarrassing when anyone asked about your sex life. "I mean…I never really got a chance to try after that." The gentle warmth of Wanda's hand on your arm eased your nerves but did nothing to the hot pit in your stomach. Wanda never failed to make you feel that way. You thought it was wrong at first. Wanda was just a friend. People don't think about their friends the way you thought about Wanda.

Before you could get lost in your head, she kissed you.

The way you two kissed was so natural. Your lips move in sync with Wanda's. You opened your mouth just the way she liked when she bit your lip. Your legs wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer, just how she taught you. She overwhelmed you, but you enjoyed it. Wanda knew your body like the palm of her own hand. She groped you in all the right places and dominated you with such ease. You couldn't help but melt underneath her.

"Awe, you're so good for me. You haven't forgotten a thing." It was hard to go slow with you. The urge to grind against you so you'd feel the strap she hid under her sweatpants just so she could see you stutter and beg was too strong. Her thumbs rubbed small circles on your hips. "I've waited so long to have you like this." She tugged down your shorts and immediately zeroed in on the dark circle on your underwear.

You nervously closed your legs. Wanda gently pushed open your legs and situated herself between them. "I'm sorry, it's just…I'm a little nervous." A shiver went down your spine when you caught Wanda's hungry stare. You'd seen it a few times. It was only ever brief glimpses. Maybe you'd been a little too antsy in her lap or too friendly with some boy she'd never met. It was a little scary, but you liked it.

Wanda ran her hands up and down the side of your thigh. "Don't be shy, sweet bear. I promise I won't tell anyone about this, it can be our little secret." Her thumb immediately found your clit and began rubbing circles around it. She let her fingers go lower and press against your entrance over the fabric. "You're gonna take me so well."

You watched nervously as Wanda removed your underwear. "Can you take something off too, this is really embarrassing." Your eyes followed Wanda's hands as they moved from your hips to the hem of her shirt. Your hand reached out slowly only for you to quickly bring it back to your side.

"No, it's okay, you can touch." Wanda grabbed your hand and placed it on breast and squeezed. A moan escaped her lips when you rolled her nipple just the way she liked. She leaned forward and began grinding against your core. One of her fingers eased itself inside of you with nearly no resistance. "Oh, you're gonna take me so well,"She said with a husky voice.

You shuddered and rushed to cover your mouth. You'd touched yourself before, but Wanda's fingers were much longer than yours. They reached deep inside and made quick work of you. The coil in your stomach grew tighter as Wanda spoiled you with another one of her fingers. She spread them apart before pistoning them inside you at a steady pace. "Please, please, please," You begged when Wanda began to pull her fingers out of you.

"Shh, I'll give you whatever you want but you have to be patient." Wanda pulled down her pants and let the dildo spring out. She ran the tip up and down your slit just to watch you squirm. She collected more of your slick on her fingers and used it to coat the length between her legs. Her hands moved to the backs of your thighs and pushed them forward. "Now, be a good bear and keep your legs wide open for me, okay?"

You nodded obediently and held the back of your knees. It was an uncomfortable position. Your body had never stretched in such a way. The only solace you received was a few kisses and the soft promise that Wanda would help once she filled you up. "O-oh wow, that's big," You forced out through gritted teeth. You were thankful for the few moments Wanda gave you to adjust to the new form of intrusion.

Wanda stiffly leaned over and put the blunt in your lips. "Just take a puff, it'll help you relax." She stroked your hair and placed a gentle on your lip as you took a puff. She placed the blunt back on the nightstand and held your thighs again. The first thrust was dreadfully slow and shallow. Wanda continued at that pace until you began whimpering. "Oh, you're such a needy thing."

"Can't help it," You whispered softly. You whimpered again as Wanda finally bottomed out. The sensation of being stretched out was orgasmic in itself. Your hips rocked forward in a desperate attempt to meet her thrusts. Wanda had gone a little deeper, but her pace was still slow. "Fuck, Wanda, that feels so good."

Wanda's thumb slowly rubbed circles against your clit. "I'm gonna be the only one to see you like this, understand?" The possessiveness inside her only grew the more you begged for her touch. She finally got you. You were her needy little sweet bear and she could do whatever she wanted to you. "I've waited for so long to have you and now you're mine forever."

Your heart swelled. It probably wasn't normal to be turned on by such words. Maybe it was the weed, but you couldn't deny how hot it was. To finally understand what all those dark stares meant. It was arousing. "Hnng, fuck, Wanda I'm yours. I'm all yours I promise!"

Wanda struggled to keep herself calm. She wanted to ravage you. Mark you up and slut you out like no tomorrow. She knew you wouldn't be able to handle it just yet. "I'm gonna make you my slutty little teddy bear and you're gonna love every second of it, aren't you?" One calculated thrust into your gspot and you've tumbled over the edge into an orgasm.

A moan ripped through your throat. The quiet whimpers were replaced with yelps and other noises you'd never made before. Your eyes clamped shut. as your orgasms racked over your body. Wave after wave of endless pleasure as Wanda continued to guide you through your first orgasm.

Wanda took note of the way your eyebrows knitted together and pulled out. "Shh, we're done now sweet thing. Just relax." She lowered your legs and messaged them a bit. Finishing up with only one orgasm hadn't satisfied her in the slightest, but she needed to go step by step. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up."

You stretched your arms out and wrapped them around Wanda's neck. You let her guide you to the bathroom and sit you down on the toilet as she prepped your bath. A fuzziness had formed around your head and clouded your thoughts. You were in no capacity to speak, let alone think for yourself.

"Who would've thought, my sweet bear's a light weight."

#wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff smut #wanda fanfic #wanda smut #wanda maximoff #stoner!wanda #wanda maximoff x you #rewrote this twice n it's trash

[bleedingichorhearts]

𝕯𝖚𝖆𝖑 𝕬𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖑

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: Don’t forget them so easily, please?

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.

TW // None?

“Careful, she is very different from what you’ll remember her from. Quieter.”

I heard the man in the dining room of this small vintage manor speak and a few mumbles following. My fingers dragging over an open book of photos in the hallway. Barely skimming over the old, withering photos of the couple who lived here and a child that I have yet to see.

The boy looked like a wild spirit to deal with. His brown hair, messy in each one with at least a twig in his hair in each photo. Bright green eyes that look so happy to be in each taken photo with a big smile in each one.

Was this their son? Grandchild?

Gently flipping a page of the photo book over, I slowly skimmed down the many photos of the people in it. Seeing how their memories taken in by a single photograph captured the happy days, the sad days and the frustrating days. Showed even the smallest detail in one single moment. A single flash.

“What do you want us to do?” I heard the lady of the house ask while I flipped another page in the photo book. Doubling back when I saw a picture of two, identical Astartes.

Both were painted red and dark silver with a big pair of horns curving upward from their helmets. Their armor, branded with unknown symbols and sharp, silver edges. Old, weird… scriptures hanging from their horned pauldrons. The top part of a parchment wrapping around a chain connecting from a small horn to horn on their pauldron. Holding the scripture’s securely in place along with 2-3 humanoid skulls hanging on a chain that crosses their chestpiece.

Word Bearers, I tap my finger on the dusty photo. There was something about these two Astartes like I known them before, but I don’t recall ever coming close to a Word Bearer.

Perhaps, I’ve seen them around? Astartes are known to travel far. I thought, lifting my fingers up from the book and rubbed the dust off of them. The smooth-like texture combining with my skin.

No, that doesn’t seem right. I feel like I knew their names. What they liked to do, and what they didn’t like to do. They were… friendly. A mirth to be around when they came around.

I stared back down at the picture, trying to decipher the Word Bearers in the picture. Their green visors glowing dimly underneath the layer of dust covering the photo. I know these Astartes. Their names are on the tip of my tongue, yet nothing pops up in my mind. Like I never truly known them before, but I do. I do know them.

A deep coo down the hallway catches my attention as I turn to look. Seeing one of the Word Bearers in the picture leaning down to get through the archway without catching his horns on it.

Why do they seem so familiar?

Another coo sounds out behind me while I turn to look at the other Word Bearer. Their green visor glowing brighter in the dim hallway than it did in the photo as I looked between the two. Unsure what their motives would be.

Did they know me, when I didn’t know them?

The first one that appeared cooed again, quieter this time as if I was a skittish little thing to them and stopped a few of their paces in front of me. Extending his gauntlet out down to my level.

I looked up and down between him and his gauntlet. Still unsure, but admired the symbols branded into his armor for where I stood, big and small. I wanted to touch the symbols, skim my fingers across his plating. See if they were carved in or goldwork, but it didn’t seem like a good idea to get close to those silver, sharp edges of his armor.

The Word Bearers softly thrums almost as if he encourages my thought to touch his gauntlet. My eyes looking up to him in questioning. Did he really want me to touch him and his strange symbols?

He tilts his head, his horns nearly taking off a picture on the wall and whirs quietly. Seeming like he was agreeing to my strange, unspoken question to him.

Slowly, I reached my hand forward for his and watched him closely for any denial of his encouragement as he stays still like a brick. Never moving when I reached for him. Never moving when I placed my hand into his red gauntlet, carefully avoiding the sharp edges while I just felt how smooth the armor really was.

Dragging my fingers around the carved symbols in his cold armor. I completely threw my logic out the window. Becoming endorsed with carefully tracing the edges and tiny symbols of detail into the palm of his armor. A little shiver going through him.

I feel like I have done this before.

The Word Bearers lightly purrs and slowly steps forward a little more as I look at the size difference of my hand and his armored one. My hand lying flat in the palm of his gauntlet, barely covering up anything within his.

Then the Word Bearer moves his hand, shifting his gauntlet in my hands as I flinch away from it. Taking me out of my admiration while the other Word Bearer rumbles lowly behind me. My head turning to look at the other Word Bearer for a moment while the two seemed to quietly talk to one another in their language.

I flinched again when I felt his cool gauntlet cup my jawline. Though, not as harshly as when I did the first time when he moved his gauntlet. My hand coming up to grab the thumb of his gauntlet. Stopping him from pulling away.

That split action felt….

Looking between him and his gauntlet again. I slowly inched my way closer to his gauntlet. Hesitant, but wanting that same feeling again. My cheek pressing against his cold plating, the scent of petrichor pulling me in and before I knew it, I was nuzzling against his gauntlet. Enjoying the steady feeling it gave me and his musky scent between his armor plates.

Oh, this-

This feels nice.

A little, surprised sound left me when the Word Bearer swiftly picked me up in his arms and lifted me up to his chest. My hands carefully finding a spot on his pauldron that I could hold on to without messing up his scriptures and chain placement while I looked down at his green visor. Coos, and purrs leaving their bigger forms as they took me somewhere else inside of the manor.

“Welcome back, little love.” One of them hums, accent thick with Arabic. The one holding me carefully nuzzling into my stomach as we enter a room. A nest of sorts.

#story #introduction #warhammer 40k #space marine husbandry sentience #fanfiction #x reader #reader insert #space marine #space marine x reader #adeptus astartes #adeptus astartes x reader #word bearers #no name for you yet #can’t put Arabic down in here #no they not gettin laid #just cuddles #rewrote this thing twice

[suddencolds]

almost done... 🙏

#before yvverse i was never the kind of person to write 4-6k word chapters #i have been writing this chapter since february 6th #it was agonizingly difficult... line by line crises type of difficult D: #i still have no clue how people like write thousands of words in a day and then hit post 🥲 i have spent so long on this. i think i spent #an hour this morning writing one paragraph #but now that the finish line is in sight i just feel so ready to post it (even though it is not done. and needs at least 500 more words #on top of editing) #anyways. apologies for yapping 🙇‍♀️ #in terms of difficulty... i feel like writing this series has been eye opening to me as to what i find difficult to write? which is #interesting. fool me twice pt5 was also hard for me in the sense that i rewrote it no fewer than 5 times... and this installment was hard #in a different way. T_T i want to claim victory! but not yet! i haven't earned it #anyways... please expect the next chapter at some point over the next week (and if it's not there i have likely fallen into another crisis)

[rosieofcorona]

it might be time to quit my job fr

#RANTING IN THE TAGS IGNORE ME #but it's straight up unbearable I hate it here #like twice a month my team is expected to learn and implement a brand new stupid fucking task that we've never heard of or done before #and the company constantly increases expectations and decreases resources #and then I'm supposed to “hold them accountable” as their manager bc we have taken on a dozen new tasks w/ no external support???? fuck off #I literally JUST singlehandedly rewrote our manual from scratch not even a month ago and already we have like half a dozen changes to make #hey siri how do I beat ass professionally

[chippuyon]

How do you feel about episode 10?

Anon I hope you know I had no idea it was out yet and rushed to open it as soon as I saw this I AM IN SHAMBLES

Ok so as I was going through the op again remember this shot?

A metaphorical barrier between Kazuki and Rei and Miri, which makes a LOT more sense now that we know Misaki is taking Miri back. The act of holding the frame symbolizes kazurei's efforts to give Miri the happy life she has now, but they are outside the frame while Miri is inside. They can look in, Miri can't look out. They can't touch or interact with each other anymore.

On to the actual episode lmfao can we talk about how Misaki made herself look so cool and motherly in the kitchen when it turns out she was just microwaving a convenience store meal in the microwave I laughed so hard.

(Also Kazuki's line about there being nothing worse than somebody else messing around in your kitchen just solidified my ocd hc for him this man is sooo ocd adhd coded)

So this episode we learn that Misaki is about to die which, WOAH, was not expecting that. It adds a lot more gravity to the situation and is a believable motivation to take your daughter back. But, again, this does not mean she should be Miri's mother. Because once she grows up Miri will have to constantly be reminded of the fact that she was abandoned by her mom when she was 4. Kinda fucked up!

I do appreciate that Misaki is willing to spend the rest of her life dedicated to Miri, but, as Rei and Kazuki say, it's still just about her. She's only approaching Miri now because she's about to die and doesn't want any regrets before then. But Misaki is right too, their work is dangerous, and on top of that they're being actively targeted right now. The writers did a good job setting up the moral dilemma. The most important factor here though is Miri's happiness, which to her includes both her Papas and Mama so we'll see how that goes.

(That said, if Misaki does end up taking Miri back for good, isn't that cruel? To abandon your daughter, then take her back and properly care for her, while knowing you're just going to leave her alone again sooner rather than later.)

(Another interesting tidbit is Kazuki telling Misaki not to smoke. We know Rei has given up smoking, at least around Miri. Maybe a hint about who will be the best fit for Miri in the end?)

Then there's the family outing which was so adorable and chock full of references to past eps. Love this silent exchange between Kazuki and Rei what are you guys talking about up there let me into your heads...

AND THIS SHOT WITH THE CHRISTMAS WREATH ABOVE THEM GRAHHHH the final ep is gonna be during Christmas and parallel Kazuki catching Miri in ep 1 I just know it.

This dynamic where Kazuki is all too ready to give up on his happiness because he's already lost it before so many times versus Rei who doesn't want to accept it because *this* is his first happiness is juicy as hell and I'm gonna need all the fanartists and fic writers to step on it cause damn!!!

Kazuki putting his scarf around Miri like the cat :( sobbing ueueue need the cat and Miri to return to them later. And as if this ep wasn't painful enough they really had Kazuki closing it on THIS goddamn line

Like just shoot me in the head at this point it would hurt less.

#i kept pressing ctrl+z and losing all my progress on this post btw #rewrote it twice crying #GOOD EPISODE HURT WHERE IT MATTERED!!!!! #chip chips #buddy daddies #long post #sorry non-bd followers..... #buddy daddies spoilers

[tickle-bugs]

For the warmup prompts can you do Beetlejuice and Lydia (platonic! I do not ship them romantically in any way whatsoever) with the dialogue of “I bet I can get you to say my name.” If not, I totally understand!

So for people who haven’t seen/listened to the musical the vibe is completely different from the movie LMAO less “this is our weird uncle beetlejuice the family won’t talk to him he’s wanted by the feds and can’t come within 500 feet of the house” and more “cool but still weird cousin beetlejuice who collects strange rocks, is always in danger of being actively actively on fire, and is wayyy too into dark humor”. It’s a good show! If you like comedy musicals with a rock lean to the soundtrack, you’ll probably like it. It’s got a Little Shop of Horrors sensibility to it, I think. 

If anyone tags this as ship w/ Lydia and Beetlejuice I will crawl out of your screen like the girl from the ring and gnaw on your bones I’m so serious

AU where the plot of this show doesn’t take like. A week LMAO. Basically Lydia hasn’t said BJ’s name yet but she also hasn’t decided what to do with her dad yet. So they’re at an impasse. Lydia regularly goes to hang out in her haunted attic and lament because Delia won’t go up there, thus making it safe. Beetlejuice keeps doing Say My Name-style ad pitches to get Lydia to summon him properly but he’s not very good at it. 

EDIT: FORGOT THE BODY HORROR WARNING OOPS!! It’s very mild but just in case anyone needs it <;3

Full-Time Spectres

Lydia’s life is far from conventional, perfectly so, but she’s started to adapt to the strangeness in the walls of her house. She doesn’t have the one ghost she wants most of all, but she’s got three that do just fine for entertainment and scheming purposes. She’s gotten used to the cold spots, the occasional flicker of the lights, and Adam’s habit of walking through walls rather than doors--he figured out that he could and never wanted to stop. 

Some things she’ll never adjust to, though, like her attic being strewn with scraps of brutalized board games.

Monopoly’s been pinned to the wall with a knife, Ludo sits perfectly still on a shelf with suspicious-looking green liquid in the shot glasses, and a chess board hovers in the air, eternally aflame. It’s a massacre and she doesn’t know where half of these things came from. 

“What’s, uh…what’s happening here?” Lydia kicks the door shut behind her. The door creaks open. She kicks it closed again with a frown.

Adam looks up and squints at the door. His eyes dart around as if he can see the schematics of it and diagnose the problem from halfway across the room. Lydia allows herself a tiny smile. 

“Adam’s teaching me to play checkers.” Beetlejuice beams, which is unsettling in itself. 

“Well, I tried to reach him to play chess, then a few other things…it didn’t go well.” Adam pushes his glasses up his nose and surveys the board in front of them. He captures one of Beetlejuice’s pieces with a triumphant little ‘aha!’.

Beetlejuice takes a long, pensive look at the board. Very thin tendrils of smoke curl out of his ears as he tries to decide which piece to play. Adam, sweet Adam, goes to help him make an advantageous move, but Beetlejuice shushes him. 

“What are you doing?” Lydia sidles over to Barbara, who fumbles with an old lamp. She sets it down before she can shatter it. 

“Well, it was going to be a surprise but…” Barbara gestures excitedly to a small nook in the attic. She’s rearranged various boxes of her former belongings to build a shoddy sort of booth. A heavy, ugly floral curtain hangs precariously over the doorway. 

“It’s a dark corner!” Lydia gasps sarcastically. 

“No—well, yes, but it’s supposed to be a kind of mini dark room? I don’t know much about them but I know you’re always taking pictures.” Barbara shifts awkwardly.

Oh. Oh. 

Lydia cradles her camera in her hands, running her thumb along the outside. The pebbled texture is a kiss to her fingertips. If she concentrated hard enough, she can remember the feeling of her mom’s warm hands over her own, showing her how to hold the camera. 

“If you don’t like it—“ 

“You made this for me?” She whispers. She tries to swallow the lump in her throat. 

“Still workin’ on it, but yes.” Barbara gestures lamely. 

“You…didn’t have to do that.”

“Yeah, well, I’ve got nothing but time. Might as well use it right.” Barbara shrugs. Lydia bounces on her toes.

“I’ve still, um, gotta clear out all of our junk. Adam and I don’t need it anymore, not really, and you need room to breathe. I know it’s not much, but--”

Lydia crashes into Barbara for a hug. She’s icy to the touch, but her touch is the most comforting thing Lydia can imagine. Barbara pulls her in close, cradling the back of her head with her cool hands. There is no heartbeat in her chest, but Lydia can feel that it’s not empty.  

A memory of her mother prickles at the back of her mind. She pushes it down. 

“Do you want help?” Lydia pulls away and looks towards the dark room, ignoring the twinge of grief in her gut. She can see its potential around the edges.

“It’s your surprise! You can’t help with that!” Barbara gasps, affronted. 

The curtain falls heavily from the hooks and thumps into the ground. A plume of dust kicks up and Lydia coughs. 

“Okay. Maybe you can.” Barbara scratches her head. Together, she and Lydia hoist the heavy curtain back into precarious-looking hooks embedded in the wall. As they back away from it, silently begging it to stay in place, Beetlejuice sits up ramrod straight. 

“Adam, Barbara’s throwing away your coin collection,” Beetlejuice gasps and points over Adam’s shoulder.

“What? They’re vintage!” Adam whirls around. Beetlejuice moves a bunch of pieces around, making a bunch of captures, and eats a piece for good measure. He winks at Lydia. She fondly rolls her eyes. 

“You know I would never.” Barbara says. Adam deflates. She kisses his forehead. He grumbles a little but accepts it.

When Adam turns back to the board, Lydia has the express joy of watching him go through the five stages of grief in real time. He looks from Beetlejuice to the board in sheer despair. 

“Why do you keep eating the pieces?” Adam puts his head in his hands. 

“Because, Adam dearest, it makes you mad.” Beetlejuice pats his shoulder solemnly. Lydia snorts.

“Well, I’m officially out of games.” Adam pats his thighs and stands. He ambles over to Barbara and appraises the curtain. He puts his hands on his hips and starts muttering about supports and tracks. Lydia tries to follow along but her eyes near-instantly glaze over. 

“Sooooo, Lydia.” Beetlejuice slides over to her. “Have you given my offer any more thought?”

“You still haven’t given me a convincing argument. Calling yourself ‘the worst of the best’ isn’t exactly a glowing review.” Lydia wrinkles her nose. 

“These two like me!” Beetlejuice points at the Maitlands. Barbara gives a teasing ‘meh’ gesture just to see him splutter in offense. She laughs softly. 

“I’ll admit, I’m coming around on him.” Adam chuckles. 

“Thank you, Adam. Mwah.” Beetlejuice blows a kiss in his direction. Adam turns a little pink and goes back to working on the curtain. Barbara whispers something in his ear that makes him turn even pinker. 

“They like anyone. I’ve met cardboard with stronger opinions than them.” Lydia scoffs, then turns. “No offense.” 

Adam and Barbara both shrug. 

“Fair point. Counteroffer: you hate your dad, I hate your dad, let’s kill him.” Beetlejuice gives his most enthusiastic jazz hands. Lydia stares at him blankly. 

“Denied.” She pushes his hands out of the way. 

“On what grounds?”

“On the grounds that you suck. Your fate hinges on me and you can’t even get me to say your name. You spend all your time cheating at board games because you need me more than I need you. That’s pretty lame for a big, scary demon,” Lydia says mockingly, curling her fingers into claws. When Beetlejuice gives her the finger, she gives two right back with a smirk. 

“Lydia, be nice,” Barbara chides, goosing Lydia’s side. She yelps and smacks her hand away. 

Beetlejuice gasps. Lydia slowly meets his sparkling eyes. 

“No.” Lydia points at him. Beetlejuice smiles slowly, wicked and full of mischief. 

“I’ll kill you. I’ll bring you back to life just to kill you--”

Lydia steps back, Beetlejuice steps forward, and all hell breaks loose. Lydia springs over a pile of Maitland junk and ducks under Adam’s arm. She shoves him into Beetlejuice’s path.

Beetlejuice simply picks Adam up and deposits him elsewhere like a Maitland mannequin. He squeaks and leaps out of the way of their chase.  

The two of them circle each other around an unbuilt dining room table kit, Lydia just barely keeping out of arm’s reach. She bolts past a dilapidated spin-your-own-yarn kit and dives through Barbara’s legs to hide behind her. 

Beetlejuice stops and visibly considers the consequences of doing the same. Barbara gives him a withering look. He tries to circle around her, but Lydia’s excellent at moving her around like a meat shield. Beetlejuice visibly starts scheming. 

Barbara looks at Lydia, looks back at him, and slides out of the way. 

“Barbara!” Lydia screeches in outrage but there’s not enough time to screech and run. He grabs her and pulls her into a bear hug. 

“Thank youuuu, Babs!” Beetlejuice grins at her. She shakes her head fondly and honorably discharges herself from the battlefield. 

“Hey Lydia…I bet I can get you to say my name.” He cackles evilly. Lydia hisses at him, but damn it, she’s already giggling nervously. He swoops his hands over her stomach, wiggling his fingers but not quite touching. 

“B-Beetlejuice!” She squeaks and rocks up onto her toes in lieu of running. 

“That’s one!” He singsongs, finally touching down on her stomach. She folds into his hands—unwise, really—and curses Beetlejuice to the high heavens and below. 

“Think we should help her?” Adam leans over to Barbara. They both watch Lydia worm around in Beetlejuice’s arms, not making much of an escape attempt despite the volume of her threats. 

“Nah.” Barbara moves a crate of nearly-unused embroidery hoops out of the way with tender care. The curtain collapses again. Both Maitlands sigh. 

“Beetlejuice, you fucker!” Lydia growls, but quickly loses it to laughter. He’s doing this infuriating little pinchy-thing to her sides, one that makes her leap clear off the ground each time. She tosses her head back and cackles, her whole face scrunched with the force of it. 

God, she hasn’t laughed like this since…well, it’s been a while. She’d forgotten that she could. 

“Eh, that probably counts. One more!” Beetlejuice finds a deathly spot on her lower ribs and decides not to leave it alone. 

“Beeeeeeeeeeeee--AHHH!” 

“Hm, yeah. See, now we’re gonna have to start over.” Beetlejuice tasers her sides, right at that spot, and feigns disapproval. Lydia makes a noise at a pitch audible only to dogs and demons. 

Crunch. 

Lydia’s foot connects directly with his face in a frankly-stunning high kick. He drops her roughly. Something goes flying across the room and hits the wall with a quiet thump. Barbara gasps sharply and covers her mouth in shock. 

Beetlejuice touches his nose—or rather, the space where it used to be, and a thick hush falls over the attic. Everyone’s eyes drift to the nose, now fallen among jars of the most rancid-looking kombucha on the face of the earth. It twitches plaintively. 

He laughs, loud and boisterous. His lack-of-nose whistles as he does. Adam picks up the fallen nose and gags before tossing it to Lydia and wiping his hands on his shirt. 

“Got your nose,” Lydia giggles weakly, depositing it into Beetlejuice’s hand. 

“Nice shot.” Beetlejuice chuckles, uncomfortably nasally, and shoves his nose back into place with an awful crack. He takes a long, wheezing inhale and gives her a thumbs up. 

“So…” He sidles close to her, bringing back the jazz hands. 

“No.” 

“Yeah, that’s fair.” He sighs. 

“Lydia, are you alright?” Delia’s voice curls faintly up the rickety staircase. She climbs up, but not all the way—Lydia can tell by the shuffling of her awful shoes. 

Everyone freezes.

“Lydia?” 

She opens her mouth to answer Delia and Beetlejuice squeezes her sides. She yelps and whirls around, but he doesn’t even have the decency to feign innocence. He just does it again, waiting for the precise moment she goes to speak. 

“Y-Yeah, I’m o-okay.” Lydia wrestles with Beetlejuice’s hands, her voice shaking with barely-restrained giggles. 

“Oh god, please don’t make me come up there.” Delia’s ‘whisper’ is anything but. Beetlejuice snorts. 

“I’m fine! Just, uhm, doing spring cleaning.” Lydia calls back, stomping on Beetlejuice’s foot. He doesn’t even flinch. 

“Okay.” A long, heavy pause from Delia. 

“You can go now!” Lydia yells. Delia’s heels click quickly down the stairs, back towards the dreary living. 

“You’re insufferable,” Lydia hisses at Beetlejuice, punching his shoulder. He holds his hand over his heart and gives a grand, sweeping bow. When he stands up, he smacks his head against the dagger in the wall. Lydia snickers at him.

He turns around like a penguin, never one to do things normally, and makes a delighted noise at the pierced Monopoly board. He pulls the knife out of the wall and pokes his finger with it a few too many times, fascinated with the sharpness of it. 

He stretches, makes a bunch of vague measurement and aiming gestures, then lobs the knife straight upwards. It lodges into the ceiling with an enthusiastic ping! The blade warbles with the force of it.

Beetlejuice slaps the Monopoly board down on the floor and plops down in front of it. Adam bemoans the state of the attic ceiling as Barbara consoles him. 

“Wanna play?” Beetlejuice snaps his fingers and the board changes, shifting into black, whites, purples, and greens. Graveyard moss creeps along the edges of the board. Monopoly components spawn into existence on the board, appearing in puffs of fog and comically-quiet wails of the damned. 

“Sure.” Lydia sits opposite him. She pokes at some of the moss. It sprouts to meet her touch. 

“If you get stabbed, you lose?” Beetlejuice casts a cursory glance to the still-wobbling knife. The blade shifts slightly out of the ceiling. 

“Deal.” Lydia sticks her hand out to shake. Beetlejuice takes it with gusto. 

“You guys wanna play?” Lydia turns to the Maitlands. Barbara and Adam look at each other, communicating in that telepathic way of theirs. Barbara grins and leads Adam over to the board to sit. 

“I call thimble!” Adam reaches for it. Beetlejuice swats his hand. Adam reaches again. Beetlejuice swats him a little harder. 

“You can’t have the thimble. I’m the thimble.” Beetlejuice pinches it between his fingers. 

“Can I have the thimble?” Barbara leans close to Beetlejuice and looks up at him through her lashes. Lydia never would’ve guessed that a demon could blush, but sure enough, Beetlejuice’s face takes on the slightest bit of color. 

“I sense that I’m being manipulated.” He narrows his eyes. 

“Is it working?” Barbara smiles. 

“Yep.” He slaps the thimble into her hand. She passes it to Adam. He beams. Beetlejuice rolls his eyes but his gaze lingers on them for just a bit too long. 

“Well played, Babs. Well played.” Beetlejuice scoops up the racecar piece and frowns at it. Its tiny metal form melts and reconfigures into a small hearse. Satisfied, he places it right next to the cat piece—Lydia’s, of course. Barbara takes the top hat with pride. 

When Beetlejuice jumps Adam for his extra get out of jail free card—of which there are a suspicious amount in Beetlejuice’s version of the game—Lydia laughs and swipes a bit of Beetlejuice’s money. Adam’s hiccupy cackles are the backdrop for Barbara robbing the bank in broad daylight, taking as many bills from the tray as her heart desires. 

Lydia’s life is certainly very strange and painfully unusual, but she wouldn’t trade it for the world. She can only hope that her mom will love being part of the attic’s menagerie of ghosts and ghouls as much as she does. 

#this...this got out of hand #rewrote it twice so it might be a bit of a mess but i think i got to mash together the concepts i was leaning between #hope u enjoy it anon!! thank u for this!!! #my fics #beetlejuice musical #ticklish!lydia #lil bit of adam at the end too but im not gonna tag it #lydia deetz #adam maitland #barbara maitland #beetlejuice #not gonna tag delia either but bless her heart #not explicitly ship but. i think adam barbara and beetlejuice hold hands sometimes idk #tried to include a couple easter eggs/references i hope ppl enjoy those hehe #also bj is just so much fun to write. funky lil freak

[korokeea]

what I have so far on the splatoon au

Connor will be one of the Agents (any previous agents in splatoon do not exist). I’ll have him be Agent 3–which u guessed it— means he’ll be an Inkling.

Risa will be a fellow Agent although she’ll be an Octoling raised in the Octo army and the schools of the Octolings underground who managed to escape and was found by the Admiral.

The Admiral will be the Captain Cuttlefish of the au and will obviously be an Inkling.

Lev I haven’t decided, I think I’ll either make him a sub species or an Inkling.

Roland will be a fellow Agent BUT I’ll make him a Sharkling (get it??? cuz of the tattoo???)

Roberta will be in charge of Kamabo Co and Cam will be one of the test subjects (thank u @luckytidbit).

SIDE CHARACTERS:

Hayden: Inkling | Argent: Inkling | Nelson: Inkling | Grace: Inkling | Trace: Inkling | Starkey: Octoling | Divan: Octoling or sub species | Una: Octoling or sub species | Sonia: Inkling. |*

*I cannot guarantee I’ll included some of these characters because of I’m not a professional writer and cannot remember to include the characters <3

#still working #rewrote this twice #unwind au #connor lassiter #risa ward #unwind fanfic #unwind dystology #unwind #unwind fic #au

[when-sanpape-arts]

Imperfect Combo: Chapter 3

In which the question is posed: what is the point of dance dance revolution if not a tool for emotional suppression?

Chapter: 1 / 2

#succession #tomgreg #tom wambsgans #greg hirsch #fanart #illustration #digital art #artists on tumblr #tomgreg ddr fic #this one was a bit of a beast. i rewrote it like. twice sbsjjs

[lovedazai]

this fic is kicking my ass

#ive rewrote it twice already im so >:( #ready to cry a little bit im ngl !!

[imnotsimpingyouare]

me rn

#kimetsu no yaiba #kny #demon slayer #Im gonna fucking kill someone #why did you do this to me #Actually i rewrote it TWICE #DID THAT SHIT TWICE DAMMIT

[the-converse-high-top]

you know the lenin mausoleum, right? well, I have something for you.

one morning one of the mausoleum's staff members notices that there's a part of L missing and through the hole they saw that he was actually a red velvet cake. later that day a grim finding is made in one of the locker rooms in the building, a dead body is found. on the floor, the night guard completely still, his fingers have something white on them. it's like the guard has licked his fingers after having eaten something. as the person, who discovered the corpse, slowly moves their eyes to the guard's mouth, they notice the whipped cream on his lips... all these years the staff had been embalming and conserving a red velvet cake!

you wouldn't eat an over 100 year old cake

😱 :omfg:

i wonder what happened to the real body 🤔🤔 and yeah i would eat a 100 year old cake as long as it wouldnt kill me (rip to the security guard but im built different) :p this is reminds me tho of the time that they realized that mao's body was fake too 😆 it was crazy

this is the way ive heard the story told:

years ago, the one of the watchmen guarding the building where mao's body is on display noticed something strange. He saw that the coffin had been disturbed. But he didn't say anything for fear of being accused of having done it himself. The next morning, though, visitors complained that the body looked strange. That it looked like it was melting. Upon further inspection, it appeared that they were right. The body was melting! It was quickly removed for further investigation and was secretly replaced with a wax figurine. Once the body was thoroughly studied it appeared that the real body had been replaced with a chocolate replica, similar to the kind that the chocolate guy on tiktok makes. So the story goes, some of the staff ate part of his body, and soon after developed auditory and visual hallucinations. It was never clear if they did find the body again. For all we know, they're still protecting a wax figurine made in the likeness of mao's dead body. Who knows if they'll ever tell anyone?

#expertly written!! #i rewrote mine twice and still i couldnt get it to sound as sinister as yours 😅 #you should write more often 🥹 #asks #elsa my beloved <3 #unreality

[biskael]

finally kissing the person you’ve been pining for .

kiss memes . not accepting . @guadanya

HE KNOWS THERE IS A MONSTER , AWAITING AT THE EDGE OF HIS HEART . a beast that had torn through his flesh , and ripped him to pieces . curling within the cavernous walls of his emptied gore , where’s angelflesh once had been . it couldn’t be named , this wicked sensation . couldn’t be spoken aloud . he figures he is far too close to god to make it so . that why , when he had run so many of his kind through the blade of his sword , he would give him another glance ? a gaze so weighty and powerful , intense and burning , it seemed there existed no others . the world , emptied and slaughtered around them . a hunter and a monster . what would they do , should they have the world to themselves ? chase each other in this vast place unheeded , gorging themselves on their bodies . entwining in crimson .

and he knows he shouldn't have stepped through its glowing bars , to stare into the abyss-black eye of this monster . but this cage is his creation . a realm unto torment . his domain , a perfect , wretched gaol .

nnoitra’s single eye bores into him . he is angered , tired .

“ I could fucking kill you right now , “ the arrancar seethes , drawing nearer & nearer to his captor . his words are tinged by an animal’s click , a guttural noise at the surface of his throat . “ rip out your throat with my teeth . what makes you think I’d ever listen to a quincy , huh ? “

quilge stands sharp & composed , even as Nnoitra circles him . what a fascinating quarry . sizing him up like he’s meat to feast upon when the kill is over . “ you would never get out of this cage if you did , “ he admits such a damnation so casually . “ it persists after my death , arrancar . “

the other’s face looked so suddenly pained . a thought he hated , being trapped in here until he died , the Quincy’s corpse at his feet . and how he’d eat him , piece by piece . gorge on the angel’s holy flesh , so sweet and rich , afflicted by a maddening loneliness . dying here beside him . his teeth ripping through his veins full of light , godliness .

“ that thought doesn’t please you , does it ? “ the jailer continues , drawing the sharp point of his foot between the arrancar’s pace . he moves quick , his hands upon him in an instant . an iron maiden’s embrace , capturing him further ; what sort of tortures would be bestow upon him now ? throw him against the wall & chain him up ? use some sort of strange device against his skin ? another hot blade ? useless . everything he’d tried so far had been useless , never piercing his hierro .

“ you’re so dreadfully stubborn , “ Quilge curses , the crimson of his lenses flickering what dim light remained here . “ but , I am , as well , quarry . “ and his smile is thin , sadistic . “ tell me . how long have you waited for this ? “

close enough to kill . breathing tempered . but neither of them indulge in it , then . another heavy moment passes , full of death and despair . that one would leave here alone , unquiet ache ruling over their souls . why , why had I done that ? what was that feeling ? the jailer’s lips captures his own , scathing his flesh with a deep , bruising kiss . sudden and full , heavy with want . lips pushing against lips . tongues snaking forward . tasting . harder , and harder , hands gripping and pulling . don’t let go . they both taste crimson . biting into each other between wanting breaths , sudden moans . soft , plush lips ridden with teething marks . bitten , swollen & pink . the jailer’s black lipstick smeared . spittle hanging by strands . again , again and again , indulging . he’s right . he’s wanted this . had craved this daemonic taste so deeply . the desire drives him mad . perhaps , the both of them , the way nnoitra clings at him in return . pressing hard against him in earnest , wanting moans filling the hunter’s mouth . both pouring themselves into the other . eat me , drink me , crush my marrow between your teeth . desire me , fulfill me , keep me at your side forever . want me . please , tell me you want me . that i am lovable , and i can love you back . there wasn’t enough words to silence this need . words were never enough .

kissing until the two of them are drunk off the scent of their blood . the taste of the other burns down their throats , slow & seeping . the monster’s scent is sorrow . the monster’s scent is longing . quilge’s hands grip at nnoitra’s jaw , drawing both nearer . it wasn’t long before the arrancar was slammed against the glimmering bars of his cage . his lithe spine arches , the arrancar’s hips bucking hard into the hunter’s . cursing under his breath as the brutal kiss lingers on . it was everything as he’d imagined it would be , knowing how cruel this man was . a viscous turn-on , something dark sending a delicious shudder through nnoitra’s body . nothing gentle about how he loved , how he moved . that leather grip roaming across his flesh . he couldn’t feel his sweat-slick skin . and it drove him mad , too .

“ since I first saw you —— i knew . “ nnoitra answers from the pit of their desire , in a moment before he consumes him again . his hunger , only sated for now . and the rest fails him . a dark , primal want tears through nnoitra again , and suddenly , he cannot image himself apart from this man . had anyone else ever made him feel so vulnerable ? something he cannot forget . and what he wants from him , even more . a selfish , burning need so desperate it could kill . touch me . kiss me . fuck me . want me . please , please . want me . make me feel again .

like consumption . deep devouring . a forbidden union . passion that left marks . quilge stops , breathless , the bloodstained strand of spittle snapping between their intense gap . drinking their scents , their breaths . another kiss here , another there . soft moans coiling against the other’s ears .

the hunter smiles against the bruised , bitten flesh of their passion . catching his breath gently , a quiet moment between them . “ quarry . “ a command , not something to be disobeyed . “ let me hunt you again . “

#i rewrote this twice actually :) #and ofc their first kiss is ............ nasty . #PHEW . #they're insane & in love <3 #donotlookforfilter #nsfwtext cw #bloodtext cw #cannibalismtext cw #ASK TO TAG . #anyways . *explodes*