#BLEEDING ON THE EARTH OF THE HOME THAT MADE ME A HERO

[cocoaletta]

this is like, the fifth time i’ve played fable 2 and everytime sparrow dies that second time i

#you were only a child the first time i killed you #but then again so was i #man #fable and fable 3 will never have the same emotional reach that the second game had #i watched my girl die twice #sparrow didn’t deserve any of this #SORRY HUST ME AND MY DOG BLEEDING OUT ON THIS HILL #RIGHT OUTSIDE OF THE TOWN I GREW UP #BLEEDING ON THE EARTH OF THE HOME THAT MADE ME A HERO #Goddodkdke #LUCIEN TOOK THE OTHER HEROES AWAY TOO SO SPARROWS JUSR ALONE #fable 2 #fable 2 sparrow #fable sparrow

[randomshyperson]

Enchanted - Wanda Maximoff Oneshots

Summary: The new Avengers welcome party takes an unexpected turn. Wanda is delighted and tries to make a friend. | Based on “Enchanted” by Taylor Swift.

Warnings: mutual pining, really fluffy, emo wanda being a shy mess with a crush, they are both teenagers in this btw, hints of social anxiety. | Words: 4.913k

A/N-> Yes, I’m writing about worthy!Reader again, sue me. It has a certain resemblance to an abandoned one that I posted here a while ago, but this time they are strangers to friends. This is also totally influenced by the new version of this song.

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The party setting was not one that Wanda would choose as a favorite, and frankly, she had little desire to be there.

But Steve and Natasha insisted she joins, after all, there were reasons to celebrate besides the almost obligatory socializing and marketing for Earth's most famous team of heroes; their latest villain, Ultron, had been successfully exterminated. And in addition to the conflicts, there were new members on the team. Given the circumstances, and the recent destruction of her home country, neither reason would be enough to get her out of her room, but it was Natasha who convinced her to celebrate what truly mattered: Pietro was alive.  

Somehow, the twin managed to make the broken leg an extra charm to his character, and the crouched figure dressed in an expensive suit courtesy of Stark Industries - an image that would make the teenage version of Pietro Maximoff have a fit of outrage - turned into the soul of the party. Unlike her brother who seemed overjoyed by the spotlight, Wanda hurried to find a corner as soon as she entered the tower hall packed with guests, her heart racing for every glance and flash of photographers interested in the newest Avengers.

The evening wore on with polite celebrations and a battle of egos conversations; it all seemed very political to Wanda, but not in the same way as it had on her rebellious afternoons in Sokovia, with all the ink and posters and protests, and more about fake smiles and passive-aggressive accusations, people in suits reminding themselves of the cost of the Avengers' existence, and an almost drunken Tony Stark bragging that money was no problem.

It was exhausting in its entirety, but Wanda managed to find a decent and entertaining distraction which was watching Pietro and Sam bicker for the attention of the guests. At the same time, Natasha kept her company at the bar. 

The widow's voice calling her attention made her take her eyes from her twin supported on crutches to her newest teammate. Wanda was still a bit uneasy around Natasha - Her own guilt about the confrontation in which she invaded the other's memories, in addition to the moment of being scolded for a borrowed jacket made her feel embarrassed, even though Natasha had been very kind around her since then and had even been the person to lend her the red dress she wore tonight.

"You were tense all night, Maximoff." Commented Natasha not teasing her, but as a friendly remark that made Wanda sigh. The redhead glanced at Pietro before turning her attention back to the younger girl, her gaze softer. "It was just a scare, Wanda. He'll recover, and before you can miss him, your brother will be causing trouble again."

The joke drew a smile from her, weak but still true. Wanda tried to take Natasha's words to heart, hoping that the reaffirmation would push away all the nightmares she'd had with the memories of her brother bleeding in a destroyed Sokovia, dreams created by her fears that her brother's masked savior wouldn't have arrived in time.

Natasha cursed suddenly, and Wanda stared at her curiously, only to discover the widow staring at something behind them, at the entrance to a party that was emptying as the night wore on.

“"What the hell is this little shit doing here?" Grumbled the widow and Wanda frowned, surprised that although it was a swear word, the anger didn't carry over into Natasha's gaze. She looked more worried than anything else.

Looking back, Wanda saw a singular figure. The band T-shirt, even if hidden under a pallet, brought a faded, confident tone to the figure who greeted with polite smiles and made their way to the bar with such familiarity that Wanda immediately understood that whoever the person was, they had been to the Tower many times before.

But Natasha came out from behind the bar at a hard step and met you halfway, close enough for Wanda to see how Nat grabbed your wrist and hear the words whispered in a scolding tone.

"What are you doing here, Y/N?"

Your posture was not intimidated one bit - You freed yourself from the tug effortlessly, smiling and adjusting your jacket.

"I was invited, of course."

Natasha narrowed her eyes, assessing your response during the seconds you looked around, smiling and waving to a few people. "I'm going to kill Tony."

You sighed impatiently. "Come on, Mom, it's just a party-" 

The term made Wanda's eyes widen, almost unable to resist the urge to raise her head and fully expose her spying on the conversation. Natasha didn't let you finish, walking off at a harsh pace toward the iron man on the other side of the room.

With a roll of your eyes, you ignored that and made your way to the bar. 

Wanda noticed a few things quickly as you reached out beside her to grab a bottle of booze from behind the counter. The first was that you were certainly not the legal American age to be drinking and this explained the checking glances you threw around before stealing the drink, and the second was that your complicit smile toward her made her heart forget how to beat properly.

"Sorry about that, Natasha is quite the doting type of mom." That was the first thing you said to her, as you moved close enough for Wanda to swallow dryly at the intrusion of your perfume into her senses, intoxicatingly attractive. You smiled again, propping your elbow on the counter beside you to extend your hand to her. "I am Y/N, by the way. And you're Wanda Maximoff, right?"

Jesus, keep it together. She thought, feeling her face heat up at the attention.

If Pietro saw the disaster, he would be laughing at her face, and knowing that her brother was just a few feet away ready to mock her, made Wanda suddenly gain a little confidence.

She confirmed who she was and as she shook your hand, she added, "I didn't know Natasha had any children."

You chuckled relaxedly. "It's complicated." You replied, releasing her hand to grab the beer bottle you left resting on the bar. "She's not my birth mother, I'm more like a souvenir"

Wanda frowned at your rather vague answer, ready to inquire when before you could take a sip of your drink, someone took it from you from behind your shoulder - It was Clint Barton, also wearing a suit and with a smug expression of repression.

"I'll take this." He chuckled, ignoring your sigh of protest and approaching to greet Wanda quickly before turning his attention back to you. "And may I ask what you're doing here, kiddo?"

You snorted impatiently, putting your hands in your pockets. "What do people do at parties, Barton?" You returned naughtily, but Clint grinned, shaking his head.

"You know Natasha is going to give you a hard time for this... in addiction to drinking-"

"What drinking? You didn't even let me taste it." You interrupt grumpily and roll your eyes when to further irritate you, Clint takes a long gulp. With a sigh, you lift your chin toward Wanda. "I'm just getting to know the new Avengers, it's not a crime to make friends." You commented, offering Wanda a wink that made her swallow dryly. 

Great, of all the people she could meet in a new country, she was going to have a crush on the Black Widow's daughter. Her luck always improving.

"Kiddo, you know the rules-" Clint tried to reason, but you huffed impatiently again.

"God, you guys are such hypocrites!" Despite the clear irritation, your tone remained controlled. "The Maximoffs are what, months older than me? Yeah, Barton, I read Fury's files. Honestly, this is ridiculous! Stark is also trying to recruit that fourteen-year-old vigilante, but suddenly if I want to join the team it's the most dangerous thing in the world! I only came for the party, but I'd be happy to get a thank you for the last mess you put yourselves in! I don't know, like a "thanks Y/N for saving my life" instead of a "you're too young to be here", Uncle." Your venting made the man lower his head, sighing in agreement. 

The archer tried to call you over to ease things, but you had already left the scene, annoyance stamped on your expression. With another sigh, this time in defeat, Clint returned the bottle to the bar and touched Wanda gently on the elbow.

"It wasn't the best way to meet her, but I hope you don't get a bad impression." He tried to joke, but Wanda only needed five seconds to reflect on your words to understand exactly who you were.

"Clint, she's helped us in Sokovia, didn’t she?" Inquired the girl with a certain desperation. "She’s the one that saved Pietro?" 

Barton smiled proudly. " Yeah, that's her." He confirmed to which Wanda sighed softly. So many days wondering how she could find and thank the mysterious person who ensured her brother's safety and the closest thing to a father figure she had at the moment, only to have you stand in front of her and get tongue-tied.

You disappeared in the midst of so many guests, and Wanda gave up searching with her gaze when Clint called her back to get her attention.

"You'll have time to say thanks." He commented realizing the whole thing and smiling softly. "If Y/N gets what she's been pushing at for years, you two should be roommates. And well, whenever she's not at school, she's around."

Wanda absorbed the words attentively, feeling her curiosity rise. "Oh, really? And how old is she again?"

"She wasn't exaggerating, Maximoff, she really is only a few months younger than you and your brother." Clint replied casually. Although he was looking around, old habits of an agent, he seemed willing to talk to Wanda. "The only reason she's not the youngest Avenger is because Natasha doesn't want her to be on the team."

The information makes Wanda frown. "Why is that?"

Clint smiles, shrugging. "Safety, of course." He gently rebuts. "Aliens and bio-nuclear warfare isn't exactly the right place for a teenager."

"Still here I am.'" Wanda retorted without sounding really annoyed. Clint hesitated before sighing. 

"It's different, Wanda."

"Of course, Clint." She retorted with a fresh bitterness on the edge of her stomach. "She matters."

Barton grimaced, moving a little closer and staring her in the eye. "Don't jump to conclusions without knowing the full story." He began. "These are different situations. You and Pietro are enhanced young people without a country to go back to. And of course your safety matters to me. But we've had this conversation before, Maximoff. When you faced that army, you chose to be an Avenger, even though you can resign from this position whenever you want, you are a very strong girl who I would trust on a battlefield. But Y/N is 17 years old and the most action she's seen in her life was at the drive-in of The Future Terminator ." Clint commented but Wanda looked away, catching your figure again, this time greeting Pietro who recognized you far more easily than she did. The hug he gave you made her look at Clint seriously.

"I think you give her little credence." She retorted, impressed with her confidence in defending someone she didn't even know. "She made a difference in the last fight."

Clint laughed dryly. "She's already won you over, hasn't she? She's a born talent." He teased, smiling at the pink tint to her cheeks. "And speaking of talent, I have to admit, that kid has plenty of it. Natasha trained her of course, but never let her go into real action. And well, she's always been very observant. Tony has a sweet spot for her, taught her everything he knows, and if you ask me, he spoils her a little. But I can't blame him, she gives us those puppy dog eyes and it seems like no time has passed. We're all old and she gets what she wants from those soft adults."

The warmth and nostalgia of the veteran's words made Wanda smile as well. She let a moment pass before commenting:

"Earlier, Y/N said something about being... souvenir." And the phrase drew a hearty laugh from Clint.

He shook his head in disbelief before retorting, "It's a long story..."

"It's not like I have anywhere else to go." Wanda jokes it's kind of dry humor, but it makes Clint chuckle weakly. He settles into the chair next to her and assumes a thoughtful expression.

"Well, I guess it all started in Budapest..."

It's not like she needed any more reasons to like you, but nonetheless, Clint gave all of them and more. The story was brief but much appreciated; Natasha found you by chance, the joke about being Souvenir now made sense and Wanda wanted to laugh at your dry sense of humor so similar to hers. A professional Russian spy is given a second chance and while she is trying to gain the trust of the people around her, she encounters an angry child during an infiltration and elimination operation. Unlike everyone on the team of military and guilty billionaires, you were just a civilian with no options. Born into a family made up of people who made all the wrong choices and compromised your safety. Enter the Shield, with two agents who were determined to bring the only survivor home. 

Wanda immediately understood Natasha's responsibilities and desperate desire for your safety. 

Clint's narrative grew vaguer, and he got quieter as he drank more. Wanda didn't need telepathy to know that the archer was thinking about his own kids, and with a tired smile, he took a last sip of his beer and offered her a pat on the shoulder.

"Time for me to go home, Wanda." He commented, looking around at the practically empty party room now. They had been so wrapped up in stories about the past that he had barely seen the party ending. "Whatever you need, give me a call, okay?"

Clint's goodbyes were always like this, and Wanda just returned the smile. 

Alone at the bar, she decided to make her way to her twin brother who was now sitting on one of the couches. The whole way there, she tried to keep her racing heart in check on account of the person in the opposite seat.

"[...] And all that for her to kick me out of bed the next day!" The end of Sam's story drew laughter from the group, and Wanda tried to go unnoticed and find a corner, but once you were close enough, you adjusted yourself on the couch.

"Hey, there's space here." You offered gently, tapping the free spot next to you and with all the attention on her, Wanda could only accept the invitation quickly, squeezing in next to you on the couch. 

Sam, who didn't mind the momentary attention stolen, continued to tell stories of failed date nights, tales funny and embarrassing enough to keep the group entertained. Wanda was too busy trying not to look like a complete mess and hiding her own expression from her curious brother to pay attention to them.

Before she could realize it, she had stood beside you in complete silence for half an hour, just listening and forcing smiles whenever Pietro tried to include her in the conversation at the mention of some memory they shared. The party officially ended as the night wore on until only those who were part of the team were left in the room. And well, you.

"Hey kiddo, come on, I'll drive you home." It was Natasha already with a jacket over her dress and keys in hand. The information that there was a home beyond the tower stuck in Wanda's mind, and she had to force herself to stop imagining what the black widow's ordinary life as a single mother would be like. 

Instead of getting up, you sank further into the sofa, stretching both arms out on the support of the furniture. Wanda was sure her face was the color of Natasha's hair, but she didn't dare look above her own lap, being sure that Pietro would notice if she did.

"Thanks, Mom, but I'm going to stay a little longer."

Natasha sighed wearily. "Kid, please." She insisted but you didn't lose your slouched posture.

Instead, you let your arm fall over Wanda and Sam, each on your side. "I just made new friends, come on!" You justified, squeezing them both for a moment. Wanda bit the inside of her cheek hard, "And tomorrow is the weekend!"

The widow didn't look persuaded at all, but a certain iron man mimicked the gesture you made with the other two, hugging Natasha sideways as his free hand brought out a little cocktail.

"Don't be so grumpy, Romanoff." Tony teased. "It's not like Y/N is twelve. In fact, I already bought her an eighteen birthday present."

The information made you get excited, and get up to try to get more information out of your uncle about that surprise gift. 

Wanda let out a breath she didn't even realize she was holding when she no longer had your arm around her, and as she raised her eyes and met her twin's curious gaze, she knew the color of her cheeks had worsened.

When Thor was drunk enough to keep talking about Asgard, and Natasha's keys were hanging over the hammer on the table, you yawned in the middle of a joke.

Steve chuckled, shaking out his hair and exchanging a quick glance with the widow talking to Agent Hill across the room.

"It's late, let's call it a night, Avengers." Announced the captain, receiving a chorus in protest but far too tired to counter more willingly. 

Wanda herself was missing her heels, practically asleep against the shoulder of her twin brother, who was in one last round of improvised poker with the Falcon.

"Party killer." Tony teased with his eyes closed - He had been woken from his nap by the voice of the captain, who laughed at the comment before offering his hand to encourage you to get up from the couch.

The next few minutes were a blur in Wanda's mind until everything came back into focus at once. She was holding the crutches with her magic and helping her brother to stand when she heard you mutter something about sleeping in the tower. Suddenly, your sleepy figure tripped over the table leg, and instead of a tragic accident with the hammer static in the center, everything crashed to the floor.

The Mjolnir rolled a few inches away from your body, and you laughed embarrassedly, half of Tony Stark's punch in your jacket. 

"Damn, let's hope she didn't scratch your toy." Joked Sam, but Thor was half pale looking at you in shock.

It was Rogers who lifted you like a knight to the rescue, but when he tried to duck to retrieve the hammer, the item didn't care to flinch. 

Suddenly the whole group understood what had happened while you were distracted by the punch damage to your new suit.

"Sorry, Uncle Tony, I think it's going to stain..." You muttered upset, raising your eyes to the room of adults staring at you and breaking into a confused laugh. "What?"

Thor swallowed dryly. "Hm, kid, can you... pick up the hammer for me?"

You shrugged, ducking down at the same moment. "Yeah, sorry, I didn't mean to knock it over." And you lifted it without any difficulty, extending it to Thor who looked about to pass out and didn't make a move. You made a confused face. Opening your mouth to question, you had no chance to do so as Thor was already looking at Natasha.

"We have to talk." He pointed at you next. "The three of us."

Nat sighed and grabbed the hammer from your hand, tossing it into Thor's lap who caught it just in time to avoid hitting him in his most sensitive parts, grimacing at the redhead.

"See? It's no big deal. I can lift it too, so don't even try to give me that look."

"Natasha-"

"No. She's a kid, Thor! Don't even start, we're leaving!"

"Romanoff!" Insisted the god, but he had to get up to follow the figure of Nat, who had grabbed your hand and was practicing running away down the tower.

The rest of the team stood in an embarrassing silence, being able to hear the heated discussion in the hallway of the other three for the next few minutes until Steve cleared his throat.

"I think it's best if we each go to bed..." 

"Shush, popsicle." Cut Tony impatiently. "We just found new rulers of Asgard."

"Yeah, let us hear it." Insisted Sam and Steve got no support from anyone else, everyone too curious to give privacy to the discussion that seemed close to ending.

A moment later, Thor returned with a smile on his face, and next to him, a widow with her arms crossed. "We have a proposition to make." Announced the blond man, giving the smaller one a gentle nudge. 

Natasha sighed stubbornly. "It's against all my wishes-"

Thor snorted good-naturedly, nudging Natasha's face like an older brother and ignoring the other's protest to excitedly tell the room: "Everyone has seen that little Romanoff can lift the hammer, and well, this is the greatest proof of honor, strength, and dignity a warrior can have and I think it's more than enough to give that girl a chance to be part of the team like she's always wanted since she was a rude little brat-

"Thank you, Uncle." You cut in with a laugh as you came into the scene again. Wanda saw that you were now out of your wet suit, the t-shirt gave way to what looked like one of the social shirts of the party waiters and was clearly an improvised outfit by the way half the buttons were still being buttoned.

Thor suddenly wrapped you in a corner hug, looking very proud and the gesture made you chuckle. "They grow up so fast, don't they?" He commented tearfully, to which you shook your head.

"I would still finish school, and there's college too, but Thor thinks he could train me like the Asgardians. That is of course, if you guys would accept me into the team. What do you say?"

The group grinned affectionately, and as Steve Rogers sniffled softly, Tony opened his arms excitedly.

"Of course, you can be an Avenger! Come here!"

As the adults moved to hug you tight, the new members stood watching politely, smiling at the scene. Pietro, now standing next to his sister, leaned in to whisper:

"I saw the way you look at her.” He said, and Wanda bit the inside of her cheek, trying to hide any reaction. "You totally have a crush."

"Shut up." She snapped sullenly, ignoring her brother's chuckle.

Your inclusion in the team gave energy for one last round of drinks - non-alcoholic for the underage trio - in celebration. And around three in the morning now, Wanda could barely keep her eyes open.

She walked Pietro back to his room, worried that he would stumble on the way and ignoring her brother's jokes that he would speed up before he could hit the floor, and only after he was comfortable under the sheets did she leave the room towards her own.

She eventually found out that Clint didn't lie. In fact, you were her roommate, and well, she felt a little embarrassed to interrupt a moment of reconciliation between you and your mother, who was kissing your forehead before letting you go to rest. The widow also offered a smile to Wanda who nodded absently, and thus, the two of you were left alone in the hallway.

"Hey, Maximoff."

The brunette smiled, scratching her eyes softly. "Hey, new Avenger." She managed to joke, eliciting a shy giggle from you. It was clear that you were pleased and excited, and Wanda wished she could say that she wasn't affected one bit by the gleam in your eyes, but that would be a lie.

"I'm still sort of digesting that one. It seems surreal." You comment, scratching behind the back of your neck. Steve's act of ruffling your hair left earlier that evening gave you an air of domesticity that made Wanda's breathing catch. Damn it, Pietro was right. She was a goner. "I know the situation is quite different, but I guess you must be nervous too, right? Your brother at least, acknowledged that he is."

Wanda blinks in surprise, stealing a glance at Pietro's door. He hadn't confessed this to her, but it made sense that despite everything, he was nervous about becoming a real superhero.

"Yeah, I guess." She retorts, crossing her arms. "I think it feels more real when we're fighting together."

You chuckled softly, hiding your hands in your pockets. "Don't let my mother hear you. She's still processing that part." You joked, getting a soft laugh from the other, the sound bringing a soft color to your cheeks that Wanda doesn't notice, too busy hiding her own. "Hey, total change of subject but do you go to school?"

She blinks in confusion, "What...?"

"It's just that it would be cool to go with you!" You quickly clarify. "Since we're similar ages, I figured we could be classmates..."

Wanda shifts the weight of her foot awkwardly, clearing her throat. "Hm, I fell behind." She interrupts, frowning slightly. "You know, the schools stop with the conflicts and the bombings. And then Hydra came and the tests and it didn't make sense for either me or Pietro to keep studying anymore..."

"Oh, yeah, that makes sense. Sorry." You mutter clearly embarrassed that you brought up the subject. Wanda uncrosses her arms, not knowing what to do with her hands. "God, I'm so stupid."

"It's okay, you were just curious." She tries to reassure you, receiving a nod and a forced smile.

It was your turn to switch the weight of your feet and to take your hands out of your pockets to cross your arms. "Sorry, sometimes I speak without thinking. And I think too much, so often the lines slip out before I finish thinking about them... Anyway, I read your file, and I know the basics of history so of course it was inappropriate to ask such a stupid question and-"

"Y/N." Wanda interrupted you with a somewhat impressed laugh. She had just realized that you were as clumsy with social interactions as she was. What a great pair you would make. "It's no problem, really. It's... sweet that you care about my education. I think Stark is taking care of it, with the whole paperwork thing, you know? We'll probably have a tutor, me and Pietro, I say."

"Sure, that makes sense." You comment with a sigh. "And tutors give homework, right? I'll be around, we'll be able to help each other and everything."

Wanda chuckles tenderly, nodding. She's exhausted, but she doesn't want this night to ever end. "That's a great idea, detka." She lets the nickname slip, begging the gods that you let it go. But of course, you choke and turn pink, consequently bringing warmth to the other's face.

There is a timid pause between you before you mutter.

"My mother taught me a bunch of foreign languages growing up." You recount quietly, staring at your feet as Wanda stares at a dot in the hallway. "But I wanted to learn Sokovian to meet the new Avengers. It's cool if you want to call me that...I like it."

With her face very flushed and her heart racing in her throat, Wanda could only nod and hum in agreement, her shyness drawing a small laugh from you.

"Risking a second inappropriate question tonight but you wouldn't have a phone, would you?" you quibble, to which Wanda quickly denies. You nod. "I figured not yet. I'll get one for you, and for Pietro too. That way we can keep in touch, you know? I can send you memes, or homework cheats. Or movie recommendations. We can even create a superhero Instagram page for you."

Wanda giggled shortly, nodding clumsily at the tenderness of your gaze and the concern for her entertainment. "You are so silly..."

You narrowed your eyes in amusement, pointing at her. "Let's see if you'll say that when I turn you into a social influencer." You joked getting another hearty laugh from her. 

During the next pause, filled with complicit giggles, Wanda knows you are staring and you are doing the same and before it gets awkward, you clear your throat and break the charm, returning some of the space you broke by instinct during the conversation.

"It's late, we should get to bed before the captain comes to do it." You remark and Wanda nods in agreement, even though she wishes she stayed. 

"We'll see each other tomorrow. Right?" 

You agree so quickly that your neck snaps. "Of course, t-tomorrow. Yeah, 'can't wait." Wanda smiles tenderly, nodding before walking away to her own door.

She enters first, biting back a silly smile that struggles to fill her own face.

Alone in the hallway, you have the same problem.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #elizabeth olsen x reader #marvel imagines #wanda maximoff

[the-ferocious-kittyrose]

Hazbin Hotel Ep1 Rewrite

Okay, let’s get the shit I like first out of the way. Animation? Beautiful. Art style? Iconic. Music? Pops off.

Okay, now the fun part…

First let me just say, I adore biblical lore. So when I see something changed from the og lore, where I think the og was more interesting, I cannot let it go.

(I’m gonna focus on the Charlie storyline in the episode)

1. The Backstory

Let’s start with the first scene, the backstory of Lucifer and Lilith. In the show, they got some of the timeline and motivations wrong. I understand that the story is sugar coated, but hear me out.

“Once upon a time, there was a dazzling kingdom protected by golden gates, known as Heaven. Home to beings of pure light. Angels that worshiped good and lived in peace and harmony under the rule of God. The most beautiful of the Angels was Lucifer. He was a dreamer, with fantastical ideas for all creation. But he was restricted by God and the elders of Heaven, for they felt his way of thinking was dangerous to the order of their world.

Outraged by this injustice, Lucifer gathered an army of Angels, and declared war on the kingdom of Heaven. The battle raged on for centuries, but in the end, Heaven reigned victorious. As punishment for their betrayal, Lucifer and his army were cast out of Heaven. Banished to a crumbling wasteland, where the light of God could not reach. But Lucifer would not wallow in failure. From the barren landscape he rose a beautiful golden palace, crowned himself king and crafted a plan to share his freedom with God’s newest creation. Humanity.”

(I like to imagine that when Lucifer and his army fell, their wings burned up, leaving scattered feathers everywhere. In order to fly to Eden, Lucifer gathered these burned feathers and turned them into a new pair of wings for himself. They were black, messy, and trailed billowing smoke, but they could fly.)

Now for the Lilith part of the story. The more popular interpretation of her is that she is the first wife of Adam, but there is another version too, one where she is Adam’s second Wife after Eve. I personally prefer the latter because I can’t see anyone sinning or getting cast out of Edan before Eve eats the apple.

“He approached the garden of Edan in disguise, and offered the forbidden fruit of knowledge to the mother of humanity, Eve, who gladly accepted. But with the gift of knowledge and freedom, came a terrible curse. Evil bleed into the earth, and humanity was infected by darkness and sin.

For her disobedience Eve was cast out of Edan, to the dismay of her love, Adam. To appease him, the Angels crafted him a new bride, Lilith. Lilith was beautiful, with a voice so enchanting even Lucifer was mesmerized, but she was strong willed and refused to be subservient to her new husband. She fled from the garden, and rather than chase her, Adam found the tree of knowledge and bit into the forbidden fruit, so he could follow his true love, and be with her once more.

Lilith wandered, lost and alone, until she was found by Lucifer. Enamored by her beauty and iron will, he gave her his heart and made her his queen.”

Then you have the bit about Lucifer becoming depressed while Lilith thrived in Hell. I hate this! I was looking forward to a demonic Mortica and Gomez, not another Stolas and Stella. Plus, I’ve never been a fan of uwu sad misunderstood Lucifer. He is a complex character, but too often he’s over simplified by people who read Paradise Lost in high school and misinterpreted Lucifer as a tragic anti hero who was treated unfairly by the evil Angels. Lucifer can be tragic, even sympathetic. He can be fun and a caring father. But don’t forget that he is king of Hell. He is the prince of pride. He has an ego the size of east Texas and waged war against God himself.

And let’s not forget that in the show he is the head honcho over a strict cast system that encourages violence, allows the worst of the worst to take power, and leaves the hellborn races at the bottom at a severe disadvantage.

In this rewrite, Lucifer and Lilith essentially switch places, except Lilith isn’t a pathetic push over, she’s an incredibly famous rockstar, who’s always busy and not around often, but still has a bigger role in her daughter’s life than her husband, who’s been mia doing king shit.

And the last thing we hear about in the intro monologue is that the exterminations happens to prevent Hell from rising against them, which while that may be the case, don’t have Charlie say it!!! That realization for her would make the entire hotel superfluous! Charlie has to think that the problem truly is overpopulation.

2. Meeting with Adam

Let’s start with Adam himself. I hate this character. Especially as an adaptation of Adam. Yes, Adam is misogynistic. He expected Lilith to be subservient to him, but he wouldn’t be the frat boy type of misogynist, he’d be the old school chivalrous type. Grandpa style sexism. And shouldn’t the father of humanity care about his descendants? It doesn’t make any sense for him to be an executioner. He should be the leader of the guardian Angels or something.

In this rewrite, Adam is not the leader of the executioners, instead it’s the Angel Dumah. Dumah is the angel over the wicked dead, and he was appointed by God to torment sinners in Hell.

I want him to be an actual intimidating antagonist. He rarely speaks (his name means “silence”) and has many eyes (is described as having a thousand eyes)

As for the exorcists, they are Angels, but not actual dead humans wearing mask. They just look like that. Dumah is described as having tens of thousands of Angels of Destruction at his disposal. That’s what the exorcists are going to be, but instead of thousands, I’ll give him five. They don’t speak and are hardly sentient. They stand on top of the tower like gargoyles, until they “come to life” for the execution.

“But it’s a comedy! Shouldn’t they be funny?” No. It’s all about how characters react to them. The Litch in Adventure Time is a good example of this.

So obviously the meeting goes a lot differently.

Charlie gets a call, looks at the number, and excitedly tells everyone to, “shooooosh!” She takes the call nervously, saying, “yeah! Okay! Yes! Of course! I’ll be right there! Thank you SOOO much!!!” She hangs up and happily tells Vaggie that Dumah requested a meeting with her. Vaggie is nervous and says she should probably go with her, but Charlie says that she’ll be fine and tells her to stay and work on the commercial. She leaves excited that the Angels may finally be taking her seriously.

She makes it to the clock tower’s board room, where Dumah sits silently at the end of the table. Charlie nervously starts to greet him before she realizes they’re not alone. The Angels, Gabriel and Uriel have come from Heaven, for a meeting with Hell’s princess.

Uriel remains professional, politely bowing her head as she greeted Charlie. Gabriel on the other hand, threw his arms out, happily yelling, “Charlotte!!!” He wrapped her in an uncomfortably tight and awkward hug, saying how much she’s grown since he last saw her. He’s like a chill but estranged uncle meeting his now adult niece who he hasn’t seen since she was a baby and has no memory of him whatsoever.

Uriel watches the whole thing in embarrassment. She tells Charlie that Dumah had contacted them, regarding some, “interesting,” ideas about the extermination.

Charlie starts with her pitch, but Gabriel insists that they should take some time to catch up first. He claps his hands and summons plates of food for everyone. When we cut back to them, Gabriel is in the middle of telling the story about almost getting his ass kicked by Joseph when he told him his virgin wife was pregnant.

Uriel cuts him off, saying she doesn’t need to hear this story for the eighth millionth time. She turns to Charlie, exasperated, and tells her to get on with the pitch.

Charlie says that she has a potential solution for the over population problem in Hell. Uriel, Gabriel, and Dumah look at her blankly. Gabriel asks, “overpopulation?”

Charlie goes on to explain that she knows overpopulation is a big problem, but 275 sinners were executed this year alone and she just can’t stand to watch her people be slaughtered anymore.

Uriel asks if she’s suggesting an alternative, and Charlie very excitedly pitches her idea for the hotel. Uriel and Gabriel wear a matching “wtf” face and look back and forth at eachother like, “does this girl know what she’s suggesting?”

As Charlie is finishing, Uriel is visibly annoyed. She interrupts Charlie, complaining that this is ridiculous and has all been a massive waste of time as she stands up to leave. Charlie tries to stop her, saying, “please, you don’t understand.”

Uriel snaps back, “no, you don’t understand! They had their chance in life and they earned damnation.”

Charlie responds, “you're wrong. Sinners made mistakes, sure, but everyone makes mistakes.”

Uriel pinches the bridge of her nose (or where a nose would be on a person) “a mistake happens once. It’s an accident, an error in judgment due to naivety. Of course mistakes can be forgiven, but we’re not talking about mistakes, are we? These sinners had a choice, and they chose to live in sin.”

“A choice they now regret!” Charlie defends.

“It takes a lot more than regret to be forgiven.” Uriel says coldly. “It takes remorse.”

Gabriel chimes in, “she has a point, Charlie. It’s easy to make someone regret their actions, but to have them feel true selfless remorse, that is much more difficult.”

Charlie furrows her brow and starts to look defeated.

“But perhaps not impossible.”

Charlie beams with excitement. Gabriel explains that this is a big decision, too big to be made right now, but if she can successfully redeem one demon, they will allow her to come to heaven and pitch her idea to the entire Angelic court. Uriel tries to argue, but Gabriel just says they’ll discuss it later. Charlie gives him a tight hug before he and Uriel disappear.

As she turns to leave, Dumah puts his hand on her shoulder. This is the first time he’s moved in the entire scene. He stares at her coldly and says, “the only reason you’re here is your father has spared you from the executioner’s blade. If I had my way. Each and every one of you would be slaughtered.”

Charlie stares up at him. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

For context, part of the reason Gabriel and Uriel were initially confused by Charlie’s proposal is because they know that Lucifer is trying to keep Hell’s population as high as possible, in preparation for the second war with heaven. That’s why he and the other princes of hell work to manipulate humanity and temp them towards sin (i.e. succubi and incubi). That’s why he arranges marriages between powerful demons to make powerful demon children (i.e. Stolas and Stella). He needs as many demons possible for his army if he’s gonna have a chance at winning. So obviously, sending sinners to heaven, aka the opposing force, is the LAST thing Lucifer would want.

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RP SENTENCE STARTERS INSPIRED BY "THE TICK" MULTIMEDIA

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COMICS

"The local ninja union has demanded shorter working hours and free dry cleaning."

"Ninjas aren't dangerous. They're more afraid of you than you are of them…"

"Well, keep driving, we're late as it is! I mean it's not like we hit a collie or anything."

"The alligator is the cow's natural-born enemy."

"Hey, don't knock crazy. The Romans were crazy, and they got all the girls."

"I refuse to accept criticism from someone who's hiding under a table."

"You're pretty uppity for a sidekick, pal."

"A freak with money ain't hardly a freak at all."

"I may be an evil genius, but I can't predict every giant lizard that might wander by."

"Mindless street violence has a place in this country, but this isn't it."

"I have cosmic powers beyond human comprehension, much less yours!"

"You guys aren't going to perform bizarre medical experiments on me, are you? I've already been through that whole rigamaroo and it's a bad scene."

"…they're the most vile, deadly creatures in the known galaxy… they bleed acid, they exhale sulfur, they're covered with poisonous spiny needles… if you even pronounce the name of their species you get a rash…"

"Sorry about dinner guys, I'm not used to alien food either. I'll see if I can't get you a pepto or something…"

"No one sends [NAME] anywhere. Fate is my only master. Destiny signs my checks!"

"Oh, if there were gravity I would hang my big head in shame."

"[NAME], do this! [NAME], do that! Clean my superconductors, read me a story, scrape the carnivorous barnacles off my back."

"We'll (hack!) let 'em know (koff!) who they're (koff!) dealing with…(hack!) oh, man! [NAME], [OPTIONAL TITLE] (koff-koff!), that's who! (koff! hack!)."

"You're just like a gang of salesmen going crazy at some cheap convention in Reno. You guys make me sick!"

"That's the most disgusting super power since that guy who had to eat three cans of vanilla frosting to burrow through the earth like a prairie dog."

"National Public Radio called us 'Heroes for the '90's' and they used lots of irony."

"I am here to fight evil and exchange good-natured barbs!"

"Men and women in skin-tight costumes… cavorting without shame! That is not what the founding fathers had in mind."

"Your opponent killed a nun in a brawl! And you still only won by 300 votes."

"Hmm. Single syllables! A formidable opponent..."

"Thank goodness. This reinforces my simplistic world view."

"Those aren't squeak toys --- they're giant mutant hell rats!!"

"No need to be mean just because he's deranged."

"Can I help being puncture-resistant?"

"Now I'll have my revenge on the man who killed my drug lord husband and put our children in loving foster homes."

"This is the quietest mess I've ever made."

CARTOON

"Yeah, well, don't count your weasels before they pop, dink!"

"I hate broccoli, and yet, in a certain sense, I am broccoli."

"He weeps for he has but one small tongue with which to taste an entire world."

"You know why super villains are so unhappy? They don't treasure the little things."

"I am through being your sidekick. I'm through being your pudgy comic relief."

"And that's just it, Doc - my mind has always been my Achilles' heel!"

"I am mighty. I have a glow you cannot see. I have a heart as big as the moon. As warm as bathwater."

"We are a public service, not glamour boys. Not captains of industry. Keep your vulgar moneys."

"You're not going crazy. You're going sane in a crazy world!"

"Honk if you love justice!"

"And you've got to get a good spiral on that baby, or evil will make an interception."

"Now you're doing it on purpose. How juvenile."

"I'm not panicking, I'm exhibiting my new invention, Room-Temperature Fire!"

"Look! The marshmallows aren't even toasting! They remain a comfortable sixty-eight degrees!"

"Are you aware your roommate is a hideous monster from another dimension with evil plans for world domination?"

"Listen, a good roommate relationship is based on a respect for privacy."

"A day job? In an office? My worst nightmare come true."

"We'll grow old and die before we're even born."

"The eyes play tricks like tiny round devils."

"Well, can you... blow up the world?"

"Egad. I hope not. That's where I keep all my stuff.

"The night is young and we have umbrellas in our drinks."

"Supermodels usually don't date guys who live in the dirt."

"Let us not forget the lesson that we can learn from this, that man was not meant to tamper with the four basic food groups."

"It's starting to smell a little like danger in here, or heavily-fried food."

"Special delivery! Oh, [NAME]! The thrill of modern postism!"

"Not baked goods, Professor; baked bads."

"Crime has a Bossa Nova beat."

"Can't lose my name, it's on all my stationery!"

"Their Achilles' heel is the noogie!"

"We're sworn to protect The City. And we're just going to have to face it: that includes the sewers."

"What was with the lobsters? I thought there were alligators in the sewers. I was ready for alligators."

"Don't make us bite you in hard-to-reach places!"

"So she says to me, do you wanna be a BAD boy? And I say YEAH baby YEAH! Surf's up space ponies! I'm makin' gravy… Without the lumps. HAAA-ha-ha-ha!"

"Ah, savory cheese puffs, made inedible by time and fate."

"And my middle name used to be Helping People [FIRSTNAME] Helping People [LASTNAME]."

"I don't know the meaning of the word "surrender". I mean, I know it, I'm not dumb… just not in this context."

"I'm about to write you a reality check. Or would you prefer the cold, hard cash of truth?"

"Wait a minute, you. I heard about people like you. Are you saying you don't believe in Santa Claus? And you call yourselves superheroes?"

"Cloning is a precise science. That's why I use the Clonerizer. It costs more, but you get what you pay for. My own recipe calls for a generous portion of Dr. Thrakk's Secret Cloning Sauce, a pinch of oregano, 'cause you know a little goes a long way, and last, but not least, your toenail. Mix well aaaaand voila."

"Science in those days worked in broad strokes. They got right to the point. Nowadays, it's all just molecule, molecule, molecule. Nothing ever happens big."

"Well, once again, my friend, we find that science is a two-headed beast. One head is nice, it gives us aspirin and other modern conveniences… But the other head of science is bad. Oh, beware the other head of science, it bites."

"And so, we learned that gambling is bad and yet in a certain sense, isn't life itself a gamble? You can never be sure of anything. Like who would have thought that dolphins could go bad and that fish were magnetic? Not me, no sir, not me."

"When evil is afoot, and you don't have any arms, you've gotta use your head. And when evil is ahead and you're behind, you've gotta do the legwork. But when you can't get a leg up, you gotta be hip. You gotta keep your chin up, and kick some--"

"Destiny, that finely-shaped engine of the universe with the warm hands and the tasteful footwear, pushed you, wings and all, into my path. We were meant to be together, friends to the end. He has a three-pound brain, and it's all smarts."

"I'm sure millions of viewers out there are just wondering what it's like to wear the tights of justice. Well, it's tingly and it's uncomfortable, but it gets the job done and, oh, the job of it."

"So once again, we find that evil of the past seeps into the present like salad dressing through cheap wax paper, mixing memory and desire."

"Thank you for teaching us all that love is thicker than most bodily membranes. But not quite as sticky. And that a heart full of love is better than a body full of people. Merrilly, the feet that carried us on the heart's path today will be the feet that soak in the steaming brew of happiness tomorrow."

#RP MEMES #Sentence Starters #Superhero RP #Supervillain RP #Sci-Fi RP #Comedy RP #Cartoon RP #Comics RP #DC Comics RP #Marvel Comics 616 RP #The Tick RP #long post

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Solar Opposites: Mighty Solars The Movie Ch. 12

Meanwhile, on the Silver Cop planet, Maverick was checking on Earth. Until he saw the video of the Mighty Solars that made him growl.

Maverick: I thought we got rid of them! presses an announcement microphone Bullet, Zelda, Loo-Loo, Aqua! Come!

Bullet, Zelda, Loo-Loo, and Aqua enter.

Zelda: Yes sir?

Maverick: Those Earthlings are still alive!

Bullet: What?! Where are they?!

Maverick: Earth-4!

Maverick shows the location as they give corrupted Silver Cops growl and prepares to take off.

Maverick: This time… these earthlings are ours!

Loo-Loo: Time to kick ass!

Meanwhile, Louise is making cakes. Until suddenly, he hears the Silver Bullets from the communicators. Evil Terry sees her and watches her while Dr. Weatherstone approaches her.

Zelda:*communicator Everyone knows the plan? Right?

Aqua: Yeah. We destroy everyone.

Louise: What?

Louise picks up the telephone and gasp as he listens closely with Trevor and Weatherstone.

Maverick: communicator Good. Make sure no one stands in our way. And if the Mighty Solars come, wipe them out.

Zelda: Yes, sir.

Louise drops the communicator as Evil Terry comes in.

Evil Terry: What’s going on?

Alice comes in in her normal formal clothes.

Alice: What’s the problem? What did I miss?

Louise: The Silver Cops are after the Mighty Solars!

Evil Terry: What? You mean the corrupted force from outer space? We gotta stop them.

Alice: Huh?

Dr. Weatherstone: But how?

Suddenly, the new human members of the Mighty Solars show up.

Evil Terry: Whoa.

Principal Cooke/???: Need our help?

Later at school, Human Yumyulack, Human Jesse and Sonya were about to head home until, they heard a crash.

Human Yumyulack: Holy shit. What was that?

Sonya: I don’t know. But this sounds like trouble?

Human Jesse: Come siblings! We got work to do! Stacy G! Mark! Come with us!

Mark Melner: Okay!

Stacy G: comes in gasping in joy M’lady! It is my honor! salutes

Human Jesse giggles. The three siblings head to the restroom. Yumyulack and Jesse turn back into their normal Shlorpian selves and the three sibkings turn into their Mighty Solars forms and flies off while carrying Mark and Stacy G. Meanwhile, Nova is eating a takeout until she sees the news.

New Reporter: Without police to stop the Silver Cops after being molded by platinum silver, we are begging you, Mighty Solars! Where are you?!

Nova looks at her glasses and puts them on as she transforms into her super suit and flies off. Later, Bullet and Loo-Loo are at an abandoned warehouse, until Randall, Kevin, Darcy, Jamie and Sherbet arrives with Alice.

Randall/???: Hey!

Bullet and Loo-Loo turns around and sees the quartet with Alice.

Bullet: Who the fuck are you guys?!

Jamie/???: Call me Firewall! lits up

Firewall does his own super hero pose as he hits Loo-Loo with fire. Loo-Loo laughs crazy as she speeds up to him, only to be shot by Darcy’s star powers.

Darcy/???: Sonar Woman is lighting up the stars!

Sonar Woman does her own pose and throws Loo-Loo to Kevin, who now goes by Balanight and throws her to her wall as canisters fall on her as she screams. Miss Frankie uses her claws to attack Loo-Loo.

Loo-Loo: Got you- gets stabbed and bleed to death by Miss Frankie’s claws and thrown to the canisters as the canisters explodes on her corpse

Bullet: LOO-LOO!

Bullet roars in fury, only for a pair of jellybeans to throw on them as they exploded thanks to Sherbet.

Sherbet/???: You have tasted the sweetest wrath of… Fizziepop!

Fizziepop does her own superhero pose. Bullet growls and tries to harm her, only be thrown by Nova after she bust in here.

Sherbet/Fizziepop: Nova?

Nova/???: Hey Sherbet! Stay away from her!

Bullet: Why you?!

Nova attacks Bullet. Then, Nova grabs Bullet and throws him, then Bullet gets sucker punched by Randall, who creates a black hole tornado that twirls Bullet around as he screams. Then Bullet falls to the ground as he growls at Randall.

Randall/???: Taste the black magic of… Blackhole!

Bullet charges at Blackhole, causing Blackhole to let out a girly scream

Janice: offscreen RANDALL!

Bullet turns and sees Janice as Blackhole looks lovingly at her while romantic music plays on the background.

Randall/Blackhole: to himself quietly I think I’m in love…

Bullet: What you gonna hurt me?! charges at Janice

Janice shrieks but then suddenly teleports as Bullet misses her.

Janice: Woah…

Bullet: What?! How?!

Janice feels confident and lets her hair down. Janice then teleports again and punches Bullet in the face while Blackhole makes another black hole.

Bullet: What the fuck?

Blackhole blushes at Janice with her hair down. The Blackhole opens a pile of arrows that stabbed Bullet’s legs as he falls to the ground.

Nova/???: Give it up Bullet! You can’t win!

Bullet: I am never going back to prison! If I am going down… YOU’RE COMING WITH ME!

Bullet stomps his foot as the building falls to the ground but then a boulder falls and it crushes Bullet to death as he screams.

Randall/Blackhole: Let’s get the fuck outta here guys!

Firewall, Sonar Woman, Balanight Blackhole, Fizziepop, Miss Frankie Nova and Janice escape the building as it collapse. Sherbet then hugs Nova.

Sherbet/Fizziepop: Thanks for coming for me Nova. If I had a family with a super powered mom, that would be amazing.

Nova grows concern as Fizziepop flies to meet up with the others.

Nova/???: What does Sherbet mean by if she has a family!

Darcy/Sonar Woman: Oh she’s an orphan.

Nova/???: Orphan?!

The scene then cuts to Vil-Gil-An-T, Fung-irl, Nighthowler, Cooke, Ms. Perez and Mia meeting up with Trevor, Louise and Alice. The two hooded figures watch from behind.

Jesse/Fung-irl: Where’s Evil Terry? I thought he was with you guys.

Principal Cooke/???: He and Dr. Weatherstone are on their way to stop Bullet!

Ms. Perez/???: Right now, let’s focus on-

Then suddenly, Zelda and Aqua appear as they stomp on the ground. Pupa heard the commotion and transforms into Mighty Pupa as he flies over to help his siblings and friends. Meanwhile, Korvo is busy fixing something until he starts coughing.

Korvo: coughing

Terry: Korvy? What’s wrong?

Korvo suddenly coughs out blood.

Terry: Oh no. You should rest honey. Korvo nods I’m sure the kids will figure out what’s wrong.

Korvo keeps coughing. Black Mirror sees him and grows amazed. She then flies off while “Don’t Tell Me” from Disturbed ft. Ann Willis plays in the background.

Sister Sisto/Black Mirror: Perfect timing.

Black Mirror sees a witch’s tent and flies in and sees Marissa.

Marissa: To what thy owe the honor of this visit?

Sister Sisto/Black Mirror: I need a potion.

Marissa: What’s the occasion?

Black Mirror chuckles evilly.

Sister Sisto/Black Mirror: Do you have one based on Mundanes?

Marisa gasp.

Marisa: Why yes? Which kind?

Black Mirror chuckles evilly.

Sister Sisto/Black Mirror: Let’s just say…. Mega.

We then cut to Evil Terry and Dr. Weatherstone.

Dr. Weatherstone/???: See him?

The camera then shows Weatherstone suddenly in her own suit.

Evil Terry: Don’t worry. Not yet. But eventually.

Dr. Weatherstone smiles making Evil Terry blush.

Dr. Weatherstone/???: Thanks for me saving me…

Evil Terry: Anytime, beautiful.

Dr. Weatherstone blushes. The scene then cuts to Zelda and Aqua getting ready to fight with Vil-Gil-An-T, Fung-irl, Nighthowler, Cooke, Ms. Perez and Mia. Alice looks back n forth nervously while Trevor and Louise watches in worry.

Zelda: Prepare to die!

Yumyulack/Vil-Gil-An-T: In your dreams! Cooke?!

Principal Cooke/???: On it and call me Trailblazer!

Trailblazer does his own pose as he blazed and punches Aqua.

Ms. Perez/???: Alright! My turn!

Mia/???: watches as Perez flies off to help Trailblazer I am so in love…

Ms. Perez uses her fire powers but Aqua evaporates the blast with her water powers as she snarls.

Yumyulack/Vil-Gil-An-T: Eat this!

Vil-Gil-An-T uses his laser eyes as Zelda leaps up and uses her powers. Luckily, and suddenly, Nighthowler’s arm starts glowing digitally and cyber as her arms suddenly stretch and she grabs her brother and puts him down after the fireballs miss.

Zelda: You think that can stop me? You’re pathetic. And your family is pathetic.

Sonya/Nighthowler: gasp in joy Guys! I have elasticity in my arms!

Jesse/Fung/irl: Great job sis’ now let’s take care of this pest!

Mighty Pupa flies down meets up with his siblings. The hooded figures watches form behind.

??? #2: Is that…Yumyulack?

The hooded figure gasp as she looks at Vil-Gil-An-T. Then, she looks at Fung-irl, Nighthowler and Mighty Pupa.

??? #1: I got this. Stay here.

??? #2: Okay.

The hooded figure walks up to them and removes their hood to reveal… But then she got hit by Aqua before she could reveal herself. Mia gasp and uses her x-ray and gets out a bazooka as she fires a middle at it.

Aqua: Grrr! You bitch!

Mia/???: Let’s just say. I’m a Navigator!

Zelda: You’ll never defeat the Silver Cops!

Navigator does her own pose and Ms. Perez meets up with her with Trailblazer.

Ms. Perez/???: Looking good!

Mia/Navigator: blushes Thanks. Take it from here… Core Burn!

Aqua: Wait. Who is Core Burn?

Ms. Perez/Core Burn: Me!

Core Burn does her own super hero pose as she blast Aqua with her powers. Alice and Trevor gets excited, but then Trevor sees a green glow next to him.

Trevor: Wow. You’re glowing.

It turns out be from Louise.

Louise: Thank you.

Trevor: No no no! Louise! You are really glowing! You’re green!

Louise looks around her body and gasp. She then suddenly starts growing a bit bigger and muscular as her skin suddenly became green magma lava.

Louise: Oh no… grows a little as her clothes make a tear with a suit underneath it Trevor?

As Louise finishes growing a bit bigger and muscular, her clothes tear up and it becomes a suit. Alice gasps.

Trevor: What’s going on?! What’s happening?

Louise/???: I think I’m turning into a lava lamp!

Suddenly, Louise shoots green lava at Zelda who ducks. Then suddenly, Alice screams and accidentally shoots a red electric arachnid web that ends up tying up Aqua.

Alice: What the hell?

Zelda growls and punches Vil-Gil-An-T to the ground. Mark and Stacy G gasp while peeking through the wall.

Mark: Yumyulack!

Jesse/Fung-irl: Bro!

Pupa/Mighty Pupa and Sonya/Nighthowler: Yumyulack!

Vil-Gil-An-T growls as he stands up.

Zelda: Got you now, Qausarblast Jr.!

Zelda grabs Vil-Gil-An-T by the throat as he grunts.

Yumyulack/Vil-Gil-An-T: Let! Me! GO!

Zelda: laughs evilly This fight is cute and all, but it’s time to die, just like the rest of them!

Fung-irl tries to save her brother but gets grabbed by Aqua.

Jesse/Fung-irl: Yumyulack!

Aqua: Shut it, you brat!

The hooded figure gasp as her eyes glow icy pink and the hood tears apart into pieces in a bright icy pink light. Then suddenly, just before Zelda could finish her off, a huge black muscular hand with icy pink tips on the finger tips punches her in the face as she lets go of Vil-Gil-An-T.

Sonya/Nighthowler: Whoa!

Pupa/Mighty Pupa: Oooh!

Vil-Gil-An-T then falls into someone’s arms and gasp upon seeing something unbelievable. Vil-Gil-An-T turns around to see…

Yumyulack/Vil-Gil-An-T: Aunt Janiz?

Jesse/Fung-irl, Pupa/Mighty Pupa and Sonya/Nighthowler: gasp

Super Shlorpian Janiz: Hey, kiddo? Miss me?

The other heroes came and gasp once they see something shocking while the second hooded figure removes her hood and reveals herself to be Kimber. To their suprise, Janiz is a Super Shlorpian, but bigger, muscular and black.

Ms. Perez/Core Burn: Who is this woman?

Yumyulack/Vil-Gil-An-T: She’s my aunt.

The Others: WHAT?!

Super Shlorpian Janiz: Sorry I was late honey.

Sonya/Nighthowler: Who’s this woman?

Super Shlorpian Janiz: pointing to Sonya Who’s that little girl?

Jesse/Fung-irl: Oh that’s our new human sister. Sonya.

Super Shlorpian Janiz: Well, hey there, little lady.

Sonya/Nighthowler: giggles I never had an aunt before!

Super Shlorpian Janiz: And I never had a human niece before! gasp upon seeing Fung-irl and Mighty Pupa Oh my god! My beautiful niece and baby nephew! hugs them So nice to finally meet you!

Pupa/Mighty Pupa: Auntie!

Jesse/Fung-irl: squeals in joy I always wanted an aunt! hugs Super Shlorpian Janiz So nice to meet you!

They then hear Zelda groaning as she gets up.

Zelda: Ugh! Seriously, how many of you guys do I have to fight?!

Vil-Gil-An-T chuckles.

Super Shlorpian Janiz: Oh, I’m the only one who matters. You see, you mess with my nieces and nephews and now… I am going to fuck you!

Everyone stared with blank faces with crickets chirping in the background.

Miss Frankie/???: Huh?

Alice: Well this got interesting.

Yumyulack/Vil-Gil-An-T: Uh, it’s actually fuck you up, Aunt Janiz.

Super Shlorpian Janiz: Oops. Sorry honey. kiss Vil-Gil-An-T on the forehead

Zelda growls as she and Super Shlorpian Janiz starts fighting.

Super Shlorpian Janiz: laughs as she misses a fireball Miss me?! laughs as she fires her icy breath at Zelda Over here! flies up as Zelda growls; mimics foghorn noise Catch me if you can!

Jesse/Fung-irl: Wow! How cool is our aunt?!

Miss Frankie/???: Mega cool!

Super Shlorpian Janiz grabs Zelda as she struggles to break free.

Zelda: Grrr! You ice breathing motherfucker!

Super Shlorpian Janiz: Think fast!

Zelda snaps and fires down there as the kids fall. Luckily, Super Shlorpian Janiz caught them right on time.

Super Shlorpian Janiz: I got you kids.

Stacy G sits up from the blast, only to get a spike on her arm. Luckily, Stacy G took it out but suddenly, her arms starts turning into a body armor with spikes on them. Back with the kids and Janiz, they gasp upon seeing Zelda.

Yumyulack/Vil-Gil-An-T: Aunt Janiz! Look out!

Super Shlorpian Janiz gasp. But then suddenly, Vil-Gil-An-T’s eyes starts glowing purple.

Super Shlorpian Janiz: Yumyulack?

Sonya/Nighthowler: Are you okay bro?

Vil-Gil-An-T’s skin then turns black as he grows bigger and muscular as his horns and wings appear. His suit tears up as he roars and fires his ice breath at Zelda who falls down. Vil-Gil-An-T is now a Super Shlorpian.

Jesse/Fung-irl: gasp

Pupa/Mighty Pupa: Yumyulack!

Sonya/Nighthowler: Do something! Help Auntie Janiz! Our brother has turn into a monster! You have to help?

Super Shlorpian Janiz: Hey hey hey! It’s okay it’s first time! It runs in the family!

Jesse/Fung-irl: We know that! But how can we seal it away?!

Super Shlorpian Janiz: You can't! It's a life source. WIthout it, he'll die.

Jesse/Fung-irl, Sonya/Nighthowler and Pupa/Mighty Pupa: What?!

The aunt and nieces and nephews landed where Zelda struggles to get up.

Super Shlorpian Yumyulack/Vil-Gil-An-T: You come at me… and my family… don’t forget! punches Zelda numerous times You’re in my house!

Zelda gets knocked out. Super Shlorpian Yumyulack breathes in and out as Super Shlorpian Janiz calms him down. Then, Louise approaches her friends and daughter.

Stacy G: Mom?

Louise/???: Hey sweetie.

Ms. Perez/Core Burn: Damn Louise, what happened to you?

Louise/???: Don’t ask.

Super Shlorpian Janiz: How does mercy taste you little bitch?

Zelda: No. You don’t get to fucking end this. I’m a fucking silver cop! I’m the fucking silver bullet and y-you’re some fucking demon or something! We started everything on the Silver Cops. All of alien-kind came from these fucking nuts! You all should be facing mercy from us, you Disgraceful! Disgusting! Fucking! Losers!

Suddenly, some neon magenta spikes pop out of Zelda’s intensities as she screams.

Jesse/Fung-irl: Whoa!

Miss Frankie/???: Uh, you got something sticking out of your… your thing there.

Zelda falls as she finally dies and the spikes revealed to be from Stacy G.

Jesse/Fung-irl: Stacy G?!

Stacy G looks around and then her whole body becomes a body armor.

Stacy G: Wow!

Louise/???: Oh my God… honey! I am so so… proud of you! Come here! hugs Stacy G, who laughs

Super Shlorpian Janiz: Looking good, girl!

Aqua: NOOOOOOOOO! Zelda! Zelda! Stay with me, Zelda! Zelda!

Mia/Navigator: It’s over…

Super Shlorpian Janiz: Now take your little friends distorted AND GO HOME! normal voice Please.

Aqua: All Silver Cops! Fall back!

But, just before Aqua could escape, a huge H20 water plasma hand appears and grabs her as she falls to the ground. Then, a huge bell falls on Aqua who gasp and it crushes her. The others turn around and sees Trevor, now a walking water plasma. In his own superhero suit.

Trevor/???: Guys look! I’m a walking ball of water!

Louise/???: Trevor?

Trevor/???: What do you think baby?

Louise/???: smiles My hero…

Louise and Trevor kiss. Then, suddenly a magenta glow appears as it reveals to be Stacy G, now in her own suit.

Stacy G/???: Oh uh, this place could use less leaking.

Fung-irl gasp in joy as she embraces Stacy G. The two superhero girlfriends look at each other and then kiss just like Ember and Wade in Elemental.

Louise/???: I knew it! I knew it! My nose always nose! laughs

The heroes laugh, but Super Shlorpian Yumyulack tearfully embraces his aunt while Kimber comes out of hiding and smiles while another pink glow appears.

???: Can I come out now?

Super Shlorpian Janiz: Oh yeah. Come on out.

Then something appears magically alongside Kimber. Another pink AI assistant as she sings on a high note.

EVA: singing Hi!

Super Shlorpian Yumyulack: EVA?

AISHA appears with MAX and gasp.

AISHA: EVA?! tears of joy burst in her eyes

EVA: Hey, cuz!

AISHA laughs in tears of joy as she embraces her cousin. EVA then notices AISHA’s new Shlorpian body.

EVA: Woah! You look good!

AISHA: Thanks Cous. But come on, we have to help Evil Terry.

Back with Evil Terry and Maverick, the two are staring at each other at the edge of the cliff.

Maverick: Now come on. I am sorry. I should’ve never destroyed Earth. touches Evil Terry’s face You Shlorpians deserve better…. really evil and manipulative Idiot!

Maverick then pushes Evil Terry as he grunts at the edge of the cliff. Luckily, Weatherstone sees her signal and flies down there. The people gasp as the cops appear.

Maverick: He jump! Did you see?! He jump! He-he t-tried to drag me with him! He jump! He jump! He jump! groans He jump!

The cops handcuff him as Evil Terry, now going by the name Shifter, watches from up the building and smirks and leaves with Weatherstone. Later, at Janiz and Kimber’s place, it’s for the kids and their human friends to know.

AISHA: Guys, I am so sorry we haven’t been honest with you. There’s something you guys should know and you’re not gonna like it,

Miss Frankie/???: What is it?

Principal Cooke/Trailblazer: Yeah. Why are you guys here? How did you get there?!

Jesse/Fung-irl: And why did you say the Super Shlorpian is a life source?

Kimber: It’s a long story. But we have something to tell you and you’re not gonna like it.

MAX: Korvo is in grave danger!

The others gasp.

Cherry Smithers/???: What? What do you mean he is in danger?! What happened?!

AISHA: Kids, there’s something we need to tell you. The Super Shlorpian Korvo sealed away… is his life source.

Janiz sighs.

Super Shlorpian Janiz: It’s true. It is.

Kimber: Your father is dying. And without the spirit, he’s gonna die.

Fung-irl gasps as Vil-Gil-An-T tears up.

Sonya/Nighthowler: Dad! hugs AISHA

Pupa/Mighty Pupa: Papa…

Super Shlorpian Janiz: We’re so sorry we couldn’t tell you sooner…

Vil-Gil-An-Til starts sobbing hysterically. Janiz turns back into her normal Shlorpian self as she comforts Vil-Gil-An-T.

Janiz: I am so sorry...we didn't wanna tell you because Korvo was so happy...

The kids and the adults however understand deeply and approaches them while sheepishly smiling.

Kimber: You were also so happy when Sonya came and... we just couldn’t bare to break your hearts.

MAX: And I am probably guessing Korvo is scared too?

Yumyulack/Vil-Gil-An-T: sniffles Yeah I bet he was. Guess he was scared of releasing his own beast.

Others: Yeah. I agree. Poor Korvo…

Fung-irl suddenly looks determined.

Jesse/Fung-irl: Come on guys! The Mighty Solars doesn’t give up! They never ever give up! Look, whatever is happening… Cherie, Montez, Kevin’s wife and kids and Pezlie comes in We can still do this!

Miss Frankie sniffs and cries tears of joy.

Miss Frankie/???: sniffles She’s right guys…But Korvo is dying! We can’t be the Mighty Solars without him!

Janiz: Don't worry. All we have to do is put the spirit back in him!

Cherie: Guys! What’s going on?

Jesse/Fung-irl: Cherie! You’re here!

Fung-irl runs up and hugs Cherie and then tickles Pezlie who giggles.

Janiz: Oh friend of yours.

Yumyulack/Vil-Gil-An-T: Yeah...

Cherie: Why yes. And *refers Pezlie* Korvo and Terry’s goddaughter. Their nanny saved Nova’s life and ours.

Janiz: What? Oh my God, picked up Pezlie as she laughs Hi, I’m your godfather’s sister. So nice to meet you.

Pezlie coos as she touched Janiz’s face.

Janiz: She's so precious...

Cherie: Thank you! Wait, you’re Korvo’s sister.

Janiz: Yep.

Montez: We got the others’ text! What is it?!

Principal Cooke/Trailblazer: Korvo’s in trouble!

Janice: Big trouble!

Miss Frankie/???: He’s dying!

Kevin’s Wife: What? Kevin, what do you mean he’s dying?!

Janiz: He sealed away his Super Shlorpian spirit and now there's a high chance that he will die.

Cherie: What?! Oh no! We gotta save him!

Montez: We’re coming with you guys! We may not have powers! But the Solars have helped us throughout our lives and yours!

Janiz: Don't worry. I have the spirit right here.

Naomi: comes in with Alice We would love to join you.

Randall/Blackhole: Quick! Show us the spirit!

Janiz opens the box.

Others: Whoa!

Jesse/Fung-irl: Aw, it's so cute!

The spirit starts whimpering because he feels Korvo’s life source weakening, which the others identify. Janiz gasps.

Janiz: Oh no, I’m afraid Korvo is starting to run out of time! We must move! Quickly Mighty Solars!

The kids then grow determined along with their friends.

EVA: Count me in too! We are family too!

MAX: Count us in!

Kimber: Me too!

Jesse/Fung-irl: Mighty Solars, let's save Korvo!

Sonya/Nighthowler: And our homes!

Pupa/Mighty Pupa: Hooray!

Yumyulack/Vil-Gil-An-T: Mighty Solars! Move out!

Mighty Solars: Right!

Meanwhile, back with Korvo, he began to check on himself through a breather connected to machine.

Korvo: What is wrong with me?

He starts calculating on himself, until a huge electric spear breaks the labtop as he gasp. He turns around and sees Black Mirror as he turn into Quasarblast.

Korvo/Quasarblast: Get away from me or-

Quasarblast then keeps coughing out blood as Black Mirror pins him to the wall.

Sister Sisto/Black Mirror: Looks like someone is finally powerless.

Korvo/Quasarblast, What do you want?!

Sister Sisto/Black Mirror: Finally! I got you now Quasarblast! gets out the potion Now here is my deal. You need to live, right?

Korvo/Quasarblast: More than anything...I-

Sister Sisto/Black Mirror: Here is our deal! All you have to do is take this potion, and obey me now. Or, I’ll find a way to harm that fucking pathetic husband of yours, along with your four little brats, crazy hillbilly nanny of yours, those humans and your sister as well!

Quasarblast gasps.

Korvo/Quasarblast: What?! falls down No! Stop! Don’t hurt them!

Sister Sisto/Black Mirror: THEN DRINK THE POTION!

Korvo/Quasarblast: Just promise you won’t hurt my husband and kids! And my friends!

Sister Sisto/Black Mirror: Don’t worry… I won’t… because… opens the bottle…. YOU’RE MINE NOW!

Quasarblast takes the potion and chugs it down. But then, he starts growing bigger and muscular as his skin turns black. His suit rips apart into pieces as he cries out in pain. Black Mirror laughs like a maniac.

Korvo/Quasarblast: voice deepens as cyan marks appears around his body and he starts growing even more bigger and muscular as his eyes glow aquamarine WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?!

Sister Sisto/Black Mirror: Oh, nothing. I made you a better person.

Korvo/Quasarblast: TERRY! GGGGRRRRAAAAAAAH! TERRRRY!

Sister Sisto/Black Mirror: Oh quiet. He's not here to save you.

However, Terry and Phoebe hears Korvo screaming along with Parker and Monica as they head upstairs.

Parker: Korvo, what's- sees Mega Mundane Korvo and gasps

Mega Mundane Korvo roars tearfully as he whimpers in pain but is still dying.

Phoebe MacCarthy: Oh my God! Korvo!

Terry: Korvy...

Mega Mundane Korvo roars as he breaks down in tears and Black Mirror laughs evilly. Terry growls at Black Mirror and turns into Mighton.

Terry/Mighton: WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY HUSBAND?!

Sister Sisto: Oh cool your jets. He's just gonna die anyway. Move on.

Phoebe MacCarthy: What?! No! turns into Starburst We won’t let that happened! Reals him you crazy bitch!

Sister Sisto/Black Mirror: Make me.

Monica then turns into Lightspeed as she gets ready fight. Then suddenly, Parker presses something on a watch. She turns into her own cyber super suit as she smiles.

Parker/???: Don’t forget about Venus Tip!

Venus Tip does her own pose as she shoots cyber arrows out of her cyber crossbow.

Terry/Mighton: Nice suit Parker!

Parker/Venus Tip: Thanks.

Suddenly, Mega Mundane Korvo roars he destroys half of the house and Black Mirror gets on top of him while laughing evilly.

Sister Sisto/Black Mirror: See you never, Mighton!

Mighton watches tearfully as Mega Mundane Korvo runs off to the city. But, however, after looking at his family photo, Mighton refuses to back down and never give up for his husband.

Parker/Venus Tip: What do we do now Mighton?

Mighton wipes away his tears.

Terry/Mighton: eyes glow orange SAVE! skin turns black and he grows bigger and muscular as his suit tear MY! voice gets deeper HUSBAND!

Venus Tip gasps. Mighton turns into a Mundane and heroically roars. Mundane Mighton then growls in pleasure.

Mundane Terry/Mighton: Say… flexes his right arm as it glows orange marks This form ain’t half bad!

Starburst laughs.

Phoebe MacCarthy/Starburst: Wow! You got orange marks? What does that mean?

Mundane Terry/Mighton: It means I'm a MEGA MUNDANE, BABY!

Mundane Mighton then starts growing even more bigger and muscular as he moans in pleasure.

Mundane Terry/Mighton: OOOOOOOH YYYYYYEEEEEEEEEESS! IIIIIII FFFEEEEEEEEEL SOOOOOOO GOOOOOOOOOOOOD!

Phoebe/Starburst: Whoa.

An orange streak appears on Mighton’s back as he fully becomes a Mega Mundane and roars. Mega Mundane Mighton looks at his body and laughs.

Mega Mundane Terry/Mighton: Man… I feeel soooo fucking horny right now!

Jesse/Fung-irl: Terry!

Mega Mundane Mighton looks down and sees his kids and the other human Mighty Solars, along with AISHA, EVA, MAX, Kimber and Janiz.

Mega Mundane Terry/Mighton: Janiz? Kimber? EVA?

EVA: Hi Terry! So nice to finally meet you in person! Your husband mention to us about you!

Mega Mundane Terry blushes and smiles.

Kimber: Thank goodness we found you! We have to save your husband!

MAX: He’s gonna die!

Janiz: Terry! We have to put the spirit back into Korvo!

Mega Mundane Mighton gasps.

Mega Mundane Terry/Mighton: What?! Why?! Why does he need the spirit back?!

Janiz sighs

Janiz: Terry, it’s time we tell you.

Janiz turns into her Super Shlorpian form and flies to Terry sadly.

Mega Mundane Terry/Mighton: Whoa… you turn into big buffy Super Shlorpians?

Super Shlorpian Janiz: Yes and… our lifesource as well.

Mega Mundane Mighton gasps.

Mega Mundane Terry/Mighton: What?!

Vil-Gil-An-T sheds a tear.

Yumyulack/Vil-Gil-An-T: It’s true… Terry, Korvo is dying.

Kimber: Without the spirit, he’ll die! We gotta return it to him!

Mega Mundane Terry/Mighton: Shit...

Mega Mundane Mighton then sees Mega Mundane Korvo roaring. Despite the revelation, he is still determined to save his husband!

Mega Mundane Terry/Mighton: Well there’s no time to lose! Mighty Solars, let’s save my husband!

Mighty Solars: Yeah!

The heroes fly off heroically to the city as Super Shlorpian Janiz starts to grow amazed by Mighton’s bravery and humility.

#solar opposites #solar opposites au #solar opposites: mighty solars the movie #solar opposites: mighty solars #solar opposites mighty solars #mundane Korvo? #korvo/quasarblast #janiz solar opposites #super shlorpian janiz #super shlorpian korvo #aisha solar opposites #eva solar opposites #max solar opposites #kimber solar opposites #super shlorpian yumyulack #yumyulack/vil gil an t #mundane terry #terry/solar flare #evil terry/shifter #phoebe/starburst #monica/lightspeed #principal cooke/trailblazer #mia/navigator #ms. perez/shout out #jesse/fung irl #pupa/the mighty pupa #sonya/nighthowler

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Paint It Black (3) Helping

Robin disappeared three months ago. Now, Jump City's crime rate is mysteriously being taken care of by a normal, albeit strange, teenage boy who goes by the name Black. As the Titans befriend this lunatic, they begin to see a correlation between him and their missing leader. Will they be able to find Robin, or will Black turn them all insane as himself? [Actually, does not contain an OC]

Ao3

Starfire went out for patrol. She hadn’t really wanted to, as she hadn’t wanted to do anything lately. But she’d feel worse if anything happened to a civilian when she could help. 

Or if there was a clue to Robin she missed. 

She shouldn’t have worried so much. The evening patrol was quiet. As she passed, people smiled and waved. Even on the unpleasant side of town, the men that loitered on stoops gave her nods as greetings. 

“Any word about your boyfriend yet?” Some guy asked. 

“I am afraid not.”

“Too bad. Hey, keep your chin up, Space Chick. You guys still make this city a good place to live.” 

Starfire smiled widely at the man. “That is what we have always strived to do!” 

Starfire ended her patrol at the South pier, where the amusement park was. This place held fond and now painful memories for her, as she and Robin had shared many evenings at the park. It was nights when heroes weren’t needed, and they could just be teens. Robin brought her here to share some of the joys of Earth. 

They were in their fall season, and in just a few short weeks, they’d be closed until spring. Starfire hadn’t gone at all that year. Most of the season, Robin had been gone, and in the early season, he’d been emotionally absent. Distracted by whatever ended up making him go missing. 

“A walk down the pier will not hurt,” she tried to convince herself. 

But it did, a lot. As she wandered, her gaze would fall upon the stalls where she’d relive a memory of Robin trying to win her a stuffed animal. 

Eventually, she was so downtrodden, she was too sad to fly. In order to get home, she’d need something to pick her mood back up. 

The cotton candy cart was open. 

Starfire sat down at a bench near the end of the pier with her treat. Yes, some fun sugar would be just enough to get her back. 

“Oohh! A pink cloud! Don’t mind if I do!” A hand ripped off a piece of her cotton candy. 

“Excuse me!” Starfire snapped, not in the mood to deal with rude people. 

But Black sat next to her on the bench, looking out over the ocean with her. Her anger disappeared fairly rapidly. 

“Oh, it is only you, Friend Black.” 

He turned to her, a huge smile on his face. “You called me your friend!” 

But instead of a jovial response, Starfire gaped at him. She hadn’t noticed at first, but now she could see the far side of his face was covered in blood. 

“You are bleeding!” 

“I am?”

“Your face! It is quite graphic!” 

He felt around, and touched the blood. “Ohhh that’s why people were giving me those looks! That makes more sense now.” 

She fretted over him, trying to figure out how to fix it. “What has happened? How did you end up in just a state?”

“Oh, I took a stabaroni to the noodle. No bigs.” 

“A what to the what?”

“A knife to the head.”

“A knife!? Friend Black, you must come with me to the Tower and get fixed up!” 

“Oh I’m fine. Happens all the time.” 

This made Starfire even more terrified. “No! I shall take you home and Raven and Cyborg shall fix you up! You cannot run around with an open wound on your head!”

“What about your cotton candy?”

With one swipe of her three foot long tongue and a gulp, the rest of the cotton candy was gone. 

“Hot.”

“Now please, come with me!” 

Black leapt into her lap. “I’ll go wherever you want me to go, Sweetcheeks!”   

Starfire didn’t care about his flirting, and scooped him up into her arms, and took off into the air. 

“Wh-wh-whoa!” Black wrapped his arms around her neck. “We’re flying!” 

“It is the quickest way home!” 

“Wait! Hold me by the waist so I can hold out my arms!” 

“No!” 

“It’ll be funny!” 

“You are gravely injured, Black!” 

“Booooo!” 

They landed on the roof of Titans Tower, and Starfire set him down gently. “Please, wait here and don’t move!” 

He looked around the open rooftop that was easily twelve stories off the ground. “Where would I go?!” 

Starfire rushed inside and zoomed through the halls. She headed to the medical wing, and took out her communicator on the way. 

“Starfire to all Titans! I found Black while out on patrol! I have left him on the rooftop, and he is gravely injured!” 

“Rooftop? Our rooftop?” Beast Boy asked. 

“How injured?” Asked Raven.

“I believe he needs sutures! He said he was stabbed!” At this point, she had reached the medical wing and started gathering bandages, the suture kit, and whatever else she thought he’d need. “I am gathering supplies now. I must also add, he smells quite bad.”

“How bad we talkin’? Beast Boy bad?” 

“Hey!”

“Worse than Beast Boy!” 

“HEY!” 

“I’m on my way to the roof,” Raven responded. 

Starfire hurried to gather everything and flew back to the roof where Raven and Beast Boy were already waiting. Black was sitting propped up against a wall. 

“I don’t know how to help,” said Beast Boy. “But I’m here.” 

“Here,” Raven threw him a rag and water bottle from Star’s supply. “Clean his face.”

Black looked relatively calm despite his wound. 

“Uh, here dude.” Beast Boy wetted the rag and started dabbing the blood off his cheek. 

Black just turned his cheek towards them, a patient and somewhat dim-witted smile on his face. 

“I’ll sanitize and numb the area,” Raven hovered her hand over the wound. “Stitches may still hurt, but this will ease the pain.” 

“Gee wiz guys! This is awfully nice of you. I kinda like my face, so I didn’t want it to fall off.” 

“Whoo!” Beast Boy recoiled. “You weren’t kidding, Star. He reeks!”

“Moldy boy say what?”

“I’m not moldy!” 

“I smell an infection. Black, do you have any other injuries?” 

“Oh so many, Mrs. Magpie! But no worries. They aren’t so bad. But this one…” he tapped his temple. “This one’s pretty nasty.” 

“Alright,” Cyborg declared, coming up to the roof. He started putting on nitrile gloves. “Where’s my crazy buddy?”

“Borgy Boy! I got a boo-boo!” 

“You sure do, kid.” He opened the suture kit Starfire retrieved and prepared the needle and thread. “BB, can you hold the rag to his head? Put pressure on it. Star, when I start stitching him up, I will probably need you to hold him still so he doesn’t jerk away.”  

“I have that handled!” She slid in behind him, arms around his shoulders. 

“Oh, this is nice. I don’t get hugs very often!” 

“Here we go,” Cyborg raised the needle. 

Black’s eyes widened and true, unrepentant fear scrawled across his face. 

“He’s gonna bolt,” Raven observed. 

“Not under my watch!” Starfire strong-armed him to her chest, and then used her hand to turn his face and keep him steady. “I am sorry to man-handle you, Friend.” 

With the needle out of his vision, he calmed slightly. “You can man-handle me all day, Kim Possible.” 

Cyborg pulled the first stitch and Black winced. “Oh!” Then the next one, “owie!” Then the next. “Ouchie!” And then the next—

Black let out a string of profanity that was so foul, it made everyone pause. He hurled slurs and horrible derogatory names. Then, he breathed. “I mean, ow.” 

Raven returned her healing magic to his wound and his anger started to wane.

Beast Boy dutifully wiped more blood away. 

“Hey, I get the need to swear, but I’m not gonna take you calling me those names, got it, pal?” Cyborg said sternly, putting in the next stitch. 

Black winced again. “So so so sorry, Baby Borg. Won’t happen again! Ouchie!” 

A few more stitches, and Black behaved, making cutesy sounds of pain before Cyborg either hit another nerve, or the pain was just too much. 

“MOTHER–” and Black let the stream of profanity go as he thrashed in Starfire’s arms. 

“I do not need to knock you unconscious, do I?” Starfire asked, giving him a hearty squeeze. 

Black struggled to breathe for a second, because of Starfire’s grasp. Then he calmed down. “I’m sorry, it just really freaking hurts!” 

“Did this one too?” Beast Boy pointed at the scar on his mouth. Both scars were on the same side of his face. 

Black flexed his cheek, thinking about it. 

“Mmmm can’t remember.” 

“It looks like it’s still healing,” Raven commented. “How long did you say you’ve been without your memories?” 

He shrugged. 

Cyborg put the final stitch in his head, and started rubbing an antiseptic cream on it. “Make sure you keep this clean, okay man?” 

“Okie dokie smokie!” 

Then, while Starfire still had him pinned, Cyborg examined the scar on his cheek. He stuck a finger in Black’s mouth and felt the inside of his cheek. 

“‘AY! ‘Osh a ig iea?” Black garbled. 

“This wound went all the way through his face. It looks like it was crudely stitched up. But it mostly healed. Not much to do about it.” 

Black blew a raspberry. “You could have warned me before probing me!” 

“And if I had, you would have bit me,” Cyborg argued. 

“You have no proof!” 

“How do you feel?” Starfire asked, releasing him. 

Black felt the stitches in his hairline, before Cyborg smacked his hand. “Ow!”

“Don’t touch it!” 

“I feel…better. Thank you.” 

“Do you need a place to crash for the night?” Beast Boy asked. 

“Nah, I got a place.” He looked at Starfire. “You mind flying me back home, Beautiful?” 

Starfire gave him a smile. “That, I can do. If you are sure.” 

“I’m sure.” 

“Here, just in case.” Cyborg gave him the first aid kit that had bandaids and alcohol swabs in it. “Try not to get hurt any more, okay?” 

Black tucked the kit inside his coat. “No promises Borgy-Boy.” Then he broke into a dead sprint towards the edge of the tower. 

Starfire shrieked and flew after him, catching him just as he cleared the edge. He whooped with joy as they took off into the air. 

“He’s going to get himself killed,” Raven said drolly. 

—

Starfire flew Black over the city, holding his waist like he had requested the first time. He had his arms out and continued to cry in excitement. “Higher! Faster!” 

“Perhaps we shall some other time,” Starfire argued, “for I do not wish to make your wound worse.” 

“Kill joy!” He reached up and grabbed her arms. “StarStar, can you drop me off at that tall red and black building?”

“The Wayne Tower?”

“That’s it!”

“Whatever for? It is far from where you said you were living!”

“I need to do something.”

She swooped down, letting his feet touch the roof. She let him go when she was confident he had his balance. Even then, she returned the grip he had on her arms. “Are you certain about this?”

“Yeppers! All good!” 

She did not let go. She landed next to him, her brow furrowing. Something inside of her was screaming, demanding that she disobey him. “I am sorry, but I simply must take you to your home. You should rest.” 

Black’s dopey grin slowly faded away into a scowl. He tilted his head down, his eyebrows now partially obscuring his eyes. “I insist.” He said darkly. 

“As do I!” 

His grip on her arms turned painful, as he pulled her closer. “Let me be clear…” 

Starfire panicked at this change of tone. Sure, she could handle herself in a fight, but his grip was violent and unyielding.

“I have been watching you and the others for a while now, but you never noticed me. I let you meet me. I let you help me tonight. I allow you to see me. But when I don’t want you to find me, you won’t.” 

“B-Black? You are…hurting me…” She winced at his grip. 

“Then I know you’re listening.” He pulled her closer still, and forced her to meet those insane blue eyes that were filled with trauma. “You’re going to go back to your tower and tell the rest of them I was delivered safely. You will not tell them you dropped me off here, and you will not tell them what I have said.” 

“But–”

His nails dug into her skin. “DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!” He screamed. 

“Y-yes!” She cried. 

Instantly, he let go, and a friendly smile returned to his face. “Great! Bye bye Twinky Star!” He turned and jumped within the giant ‘W’ sign on the building, and seemingly disappeared. 

Starfire, unsettled and quite upset, used any happy memory she had to get her back to the tower. 

When she returned, her teammates were still on the roof, talking. She landed, the haunted and stricken look on her face obvious to everyone. 

“What’d the weirdo do?” 

She took a shuddering breath, the truth lodged in her throat. “As far as you all know, I dropped him off at the abandoned hat factory as he requested.” 

“As far as we know?” Raven inquired. 

“But…that is only what he asked me to say. He actually had me drop him off at the Wayne building downtown. When I insisted that I should take him home, he…changed.” She looked down to her arms, where little crescent shapes from his nails were visible. “He became…dark. He said he has been watching us, and we see him only when he allows it. Even tonight, he sought me out for help. It was…quite frightening.” 

“I believe it!” Beast Boy nearly shouted. “Did I tell you guys that he noticed me following him as a fly?! There’s no way he could have known!” 

“Raven, is he perhaps an empath? Or have powers similar to yours?”

“I could try to read his mind again when I see him, but I don’t think I’ll be able to. His mind is just…fragmented.” 

“We’re dealing with someone way more dangerous than initially thought.”

“So he stalks us. He’s a crazy fan! At least he’s stopping crime!” 

“Or so he wants us to think,” said Raven. “If that’s all we’ve ever seen him do. If he's been watching us, he might be trying to find a way to take us down.”  

“We need to find a way to figure out what he’s up to. There is a possibility that he really is a fan and doesn’t want his crime fighting to get in our way. Slim chance, but it shouldn’t be ruled out.” 

"Maybe we should ask him to stay with us. I mean, we have extra space now. Be easier to watch him,” suggested Beast Boy.

Starfire stomped in anger. "Are you trying to say you want to replace Robin?!"

"No! No! No!" Cyborg held his hands up in defense. "We would never replace Rob! I think he’s just saying, Black needs a lot of help and if we can at least get him off the streets, we should!"

There was a long pause as the team thought it over.

"Like Terra?" Beast Boy piped in.

"Yeah…"

“Since when do we house homeless psychos?” Raven asked. “It’s more than we usually do. We can help him get into a shelter.” 

“No,” said Cyborg. “That kid seems like the type to not stay in a shelter. He’s trying to be independent. He’ll probably get kicked out.” 

“It might be worth a shot just…inviting him over? Maybe one night at a time?” Said Beast Boy. 

“And he’s got talent,” said Cyborg. “You should have seen him fight. He really handled himself.” 

“We should help if we can,” said Starfire. “...don’t you think Robin would think so?”

There was a pause before everyone mutually agreed.

—

“I can’t believe these booger flingers don’t let us put in pick up orders anymore,” Gizmo said, waiting for their fresh pizza to cool down. 

Mammoth didn’t wait, and started eating the steaming pie. “Probably memorized our number and know we never pay.” 

“Don’t know what they think making us sit in is going to do. I’m still gonna dine and dash.” 

The conversation ended quickly as Cyborg and Beast Boy joined them at the table. 

“Great! What do you pit sniffers want?!” 

“We haven’t even done anything!” Mammoth protested. Then, a little quieter, “yet.” 

“I need a favor,” said Cyborg, his eye pinning Gizmo. 

“No stinkin’ way! Me, do you a favor? As if!” 

Cyborg was not deterred. He placed the SD card onto the table. “You know how to recover corrupted video files?” 

Gizmo scoffed, “Of course I know how to do something so simple, you carpet muncher.” 

Beast Boy snorted. “Dude, you know what that means?” 

“‘Course I do! It means you’re a pea brain and you can stick that card up your—” 

“How about a trade?” Cyborg offered, calmly. “I’ll buy your pizza here, and spot you for the next time.” 

Gizmo paused. A trade? Very interesting… “How about you pay for our pizza, and—” He grinned, “I want Robin’s files on us.” 

“Deal.” Cyborg said easily. “I’ll pay for your dinner now. You can have the files when the job is done.” And he got up. 

“Hey, what’s on this thing that’s so important, anyway?” 

Cyborg hesitated, but figured Gizmo would probably watch it anyway. “Clues to find Robin.” 

Gizmo scoffed. “You think Bird Brain is still alive?” 

“No,” Cyborg hung his head. “But we still want to find him.” 

After they left, Mammoth looked at the card on the table. 

Gizmo picked it up, and popped it into his computer right then and there. 

“You’re gonna do it?”

“Free pizza is free pizza.” Then he smirked. “And I’m wildly curious.” 

—

The next evening, Black took his normal patrol. The stitches on his head were hidden under a knit cap with a hole in it (from the dumpster). He looked just as grungy as the people he passed on the street. 

As he walked through town, he came across an electronic store and saw the news playing on the assortment of screens. It showed five teenagers. Four of whom he recognized.

"There has still been no news of the whereabouts of the Titans leader, Robin, since his disappearance four months ago. The team has issued a statement."

Starfire's face showed up on the screen, her expression grave. "Please, if you have any knowledge of his location, please let us know. We miss him a great deal. Not only was he our leader, but he was also our friend. There is a reward for his return, and if a criminal gives us a tip, we will do our best to have their record cleaned up."

"Starfire?" He asked, looking at the screen.

The newscaster continued. "While the case of the missing leader has yet to be closed, the mayor has allocated the funds to build a statue in honor of the teen hero. The word memorial has been passed around, but the mayor insists this is in honor of Robin and his team."

"Robin?" Why did that name seem so familiar? Why did it make him so angry? Before he realized it, he had punched through the window. Passersby looked at him in concern.

"Leave me alone!" He shouted, covering his face in his bloody hands. His vision blurred and faded as he ran off.

By the time he came back to his senses, he was at his makeshift home, the abandoned hat factory. He took a breath and gathered his emotions. As usual, he couldn’t remember what happened during the duration of his journey here. He couldn’t even remember what route he took. A normal person would have been deeply disturbed by the lapses in lucidity, but Black was not a normal person, and was rather used to it at this point.

What he wasn’t used to, however, were a pair of guards with guns standing in front of the factory. Technically, he had made his home inside the comically large hat that was on top of the factory as decoration, but he did occasionally sneak into the factory on colder nights. 

“What’s good, my dudes?” Black asked, strolling up to the guards. 

“Beat it kid,” one said with a growl. 

Black did not leave, but considered these men more, strolling past them with a finger on his chin. 

The guards were armed, but they were wearing suits like ushers in a theater. Complete with red cumberbuns. 

“You gentlemen look dapper! Is the factory getting back in business?” 

“I said scram!” The guard said again. 

“What kind of guns are those?” 

“The lethal kind.” And one of the guards raised his weapon and aimed it at Black. “Not gonna tell you again, get lost!” 

“You’ve said three different things,” Black argued. “Beat it, scram, get lost. What do you want me to do?” 

“Is this kid stupid?” One guard asked the other. 

“Clearly.” 

“Okay, but like, I live here. Not here, but in the hat. I fixed it up nice too! So if this place is back in business, I think it’s only fair that I pay rent. I have a few nickels?” 

A voice called from inside, “What in the name of Houdini is going on out there?!”

“Nothing boss, just a dumb goth kid!” 

“Black?! Is that you!?” Beast Boy’s voice followed a beat after. 

“Man, get out of here!” Cyborg called. 

Oh, so this was a super villain thing! His first big break! 

“Ohhhh…” Black nodded sagely. “I see what this is.” 

“Then you have to the count of 3! 1…2…–”

Black sent a fist one way and a kick the other. Striking one enemy in the face and the other in the balls. Ball man dropped his gun and curled up while face man shot a few rounds into the air. Black followed up on face man with a karate chop to the throat, punch to the stomach, and escorted his face into the pavement. Ball man started to recover, but not quickly enough before getting donkey kicked in the knee and then slammed backwards into the wall, unconscious. 

Black then went to the now-unguarded door, and threw it open. 

Inside, he saw his friends dangling together from a variety of colored ribbons in the center of the room. They were encased in a dark energy, while surrounded on the outside by several more of those well-dressed guards with guns. A man with blue skin and a top hat stood on a crate on the edge of the room. 

“Black, you must leave!” Starfire yelled. “This is not a fight for you!” 

“Ah! So this is the little street Batman I’ve heard so much about!” The villain, Mumbo, laughed. “By all means, I’d love to see you try anything. The Titans walked right into my trap, and unless you have anything remotely helpful, they will die. And you will too, unless you turn around and walk out.”

Three guards changed their aim from the Titans to Black. 

Black put his hands on his hips. “You aren’t being hospitable.” 

Raven scoffed. “This kid is going to get himself killed.” 

Mumbo just laughed. “Not only am I not hospitable, but I’m outwardly hostile! Did you miss that?!”

Black frowned hard. “I really freaking hate clowns.”

“I’m not a clown! I’m a magician!”  

“Then why do you look like a strange Smurf-Pinochino crossbreed?”

Mumbo turned purple and literal steam blew out his ears. “Oh so he thinks he’s a comedian! Kill him!” 

“No!” Starfire shouted. 

But Black merely darted behind a stack of crates, taking no shots. The henchmen continued firing on the crates, splintering the wood. 

“Cease fire!” Mumbo called after the crates were nearly destroyed. “That should be enough. Besides, ammo is expensive. No need to waste it on a little pretend hero.” He waved to someone to go check. 

“Boss, he’s gone!”

“What?!”

“There’s an open vent over here!” 

A voice called angrily from the ceiling. “Get your bitch ass out of my basement, ya goober!” 

“He’s in the ventilation system!” Mumbo called. 

The henchmen started shooting at the exposed aluminum ductwork. The sprinkler system got hit and water started raining down in the room. 

“Stop wasting bullets you idiots!” 

The moment they stopped shooting, Black popped out of the vent directly above the Titans, now gray and fuzzy from dust, and descended the scarves like a Cirque Du Soleil acrobat, contorting into inhuman shapes. 

“Black, seriously, you’re outnumbered! We all are!” Cyborg warned. 

Black just laughed as he continued to twist and flip, cutting the fabric with a pocket knife as he descended. He hit the dark aura that surrounded his friends, expecting to be able to move into it. 

“Hey, what gives?”

“That’s Raven’s shield, it’s the only thing keeping us from being shot!” Said Beast Boy. 

“Then how the beans am I supposed to rescue you guys?”

“You aren’t!” Said Cyborg, “we’ll figure a way out, but you need to go! We can’t protect you!” 

“Black!” Starfire shrieked.  

Black heeded her warning, and swung on the scarves to avoid the bullet aimed at his back. Then he glared at the henchmen that had shot at him. “It’s rude to interrupt a conversation!” He leapt from the shield and took a flying kick at the henchman, drilling the man with his heel and knocking him unconscious. 

Black wasted no time in his next attack, artfully flipping through the air to pounce and attack the next goon. 

“What are you waiting for?!” Shouted Mumbo. “Shoot him now!” 

“I can’t get a clear shot without hitting the others!” A goon called as Black soared through the sky and careened two skulls together. 

“Screw the others! I want that heckler dead!” 

“Raven, this side is clear!” Starfire announced as she finally burned through the scarves holding her. 

Raven released one side of the shield so Starfire could help Black. Beast Boy turned into a beaver and finished gnawing through the half burnt scarves holding him as well. 

“No!” Mumbo lamented. “I had you! They said you were all a bunch of unorganized morons without Robin!” 

Beast Boy turned into a rhino to clear the side that Raven and Cyborg were on. Raven was then able to free herself and Cyborg. “We’ll take that into consideration to be more careful next time we think we have a feeble old man cornered.”   

In a last ditch effort, Mumbo cast a spell at Starfire, catching her in the air in a cocoon of vibrant scarves again. He sent her crashing into a stack of boxes in the back of the warehouse. Anyone who knew the alien, knew she was fine. But Black didn't.

Almost immediately after the crash. Black screamed in protest, the sound startling everyone. "NO!!!" A look of sheer anger scrawled across his face, his eyes alight with hatred. He ran full throttle at the magician, screaming.

Mumbo let out a girlish shriek and tried to shield himself. Black did a double front flip and came up underneath his arms, locking his knees round the man's neck. The boy turned his hips violently and threw Mumbo around, and cranked him down to the concrete.

Cyborg came running when he heard his neck snap and him scream in pain. Mumbo laid on the ground, crying. The last three henchmen that had been fighting stopped and put their hands up. 

"DON’T. TOUCH. HER!" Black shouted in Mumbo’s face, speaking between punches. "NEVER. TOUCH. HER!" He kicked the man on the ground, then brought his foot up, preparing to smash his heel into his head. 

Starfire, who had already recovered, grabbed Black by his shoulders and pulled him back. "I am fine, friend. Do not fret!"

"You are a very bad man!" Black spat at the magician.

"P-please…I-I can't feel my legs…" After that attack, Mumbo had reverted back to his old man form, his magic faded away. "Help me!" He weakly grabbed Cyborg's arm. "I'll give up crime forever! Just-just get him away from me!"

"What is your problem?!" Beast Boy yelled at Black. "Don't you know anything?! You could have killed him! He's a thief! That's hardly worth the death sentence!"

"Oh, I'm sorry!" Black shouted with sarcasm. "But I thought my best friends' safety was most important! What about a thank you?! Or perhaps a Burger King coupon of gratitude?" Tears collected in his eyes. "I guess I don't really have any friends!" He turned and ran out of the warehouse.

"Wait! Black!" Starfire called.

"Later, Star! Mumbo needs medical attention!"

The alien watched dismally as the insane boy disappeared into the shadows.

The paramedics and police came and left. Mumbo had officially retired from crime, left with no choice, since he was now paralyzed. His henchmen that were still conscious were arrested, and some gave statements. In all, a bizarre end to a Titan battle.

The team began to shuffle into the car when Starfire looked up to the top hat atop the building.

"Coming Star?" Cyborg asked.

"No. I wish to talk to Black. I shall meet you all at home later."

Cyborg nodded at her request, and soon they were gone. Star floated up and hovered a few feet from the hat.

The hat was hollow, a fine shelter if you could get up to it. Black sat as a lump. His collar nearly covered his head, and he had his back to her.

The last time they had been alone, he had shown her a different side to himself. A cold, dark, cruel side. It made her defensive, but not unwilling to help this boy. 

"Black?" She asked.

"Frankie died," He replied.

The Alien hovered over to look over the boy's shoulder. In his hands lay a pigeon, unmoving. "I am sorry. I can not imagine the feeling of losing a pet."

"It feels like I stepped on a lego." He sniffed. "Unforgiving." He stood up quickly and clutched the bird. "IT'S THE CIRCLE OF LIFE!" He then chucked the dead animal hard into a nearby building. "I rather enjoy a good round of Angry Birds." Then he dusted off his hands, smiling normally, like nothing bad had happened in the last hour. 

Starfire cleared her throat and lowered to kneel on the roof. "I want to thank you for coming to our aid. And at the end, for standing up for me, but you did not have to. When I came to this planet, I created a massive crater in the asphalt, and came out without a scratch. It will take a lot for something to hurt me. We were working on a plan to get free, but you were most effective."

"Will I be sent to jail?" He asked, finally looking up at her with worry.

“I do not believe so, so say the police. Mumbo will need to go to a treatment facility instead of prison. We will take care of this.” 

"That’s good." He rubbed his eyes. "I feel very icky."

"Are you ill?" She reached out and touched his forehead.

"I felt like this after Green Boy yelled at me."

"Beast Boy," she corrected.

"Yeah, him."

"I think, perhaps, you feel guilty."

"Guilty?"

"It is the feeling one gets after they have done something they know is wrong. I think you are feeling upset with yourself. But, you did not know, and it was an accident."

"I'm…I’m not all there." He stated, pulling his hat off and ringing it in his hands. "I know. I have moments where I lose lucidity. I think that might be insanity. But I want to be a good insane. Not a bad insane. I was so close to being a murderer tonight. That scares me…more than clowns scare me." He nodded to indicate it was very serious.

"Is there such a thing as a good insane?" She asked.

“If there is, I will be the first.”

She smiled at that.

"You should smile more often. It gives me goose pimples."

“What made you jump in to help us? It seemed as if you did not hesitate to do so.” 

He scrunched up his face in thought as he laid back on top of the roof. “D’know. I saw the guards outside with guns and I just like…knew what to do. Everyone kept telling me to leave, but that seemed like a dumb thing to do.” He shrugged. “I am a pretty big fan of clunking people.” 

"Black, why don't you come back with me to the tower?" She took his hand. "We can help you. Maybe you can even remember who you used to be."

He shook his head. "No, no. I can handle myself. I like it here, in my hat. And I don't want to know who I was. He gives me nightmares that I don't want to have."

"I understand. I was hesitant to accept help when I came here. But, if you ever need anything, just let us know. I'm sure we'll be seeing much more of each other."

He looked at himself. "Except I don't have any other clothes, so unless my shirt rips off, I don't think you'll see much more than this."

She giggled. "Have a nice evening, Black."

He stared at her hard with his piercing blue eyes. His glance was calculating, unsure. His brows furrowed. "Starfire?"

Her eyes widened. "Y-yes?" At that moment, she wasn’t sure why, but she thought of Robin. Mumbo had been a great distraction, but the way Black said her name, it reminded her…

He pursed his lips, but that look of intense concentration faded away. "I've puzzled and puzzled until my puzzler was sore. And there's something about you that I've known from before."

"Is it the friend you told me about? The one you said you loved?"

"Maybe. But then again, what is love?"

Starfire blinked, not really knowing how to answer that.

"Baby don't hurt me," He sang as he bobbed his head.

She laughed, not really getting the reference. "Farewell, Black."

"Too-da-loo, Starfire."

#fanfiction #paint it black #teen titans #tt animated #robin #starfire #robstar #beast boy #cyborg #raven #dick grayson #koriand'r

[elenavr13]

ISWM/Engineer Mark Playlist

97 songs

—

Space Was Cool- Gregory Brothers & Markiplier

The Last Goodbye- Gregory Brothers & Markiplier

Space Is Cool- Gregory Brothers & Markiplier

Space Is Cool (Orchestral Version)- Gregory Brothers

Warriors- Imagine Dragons

Centuries- Fall Out Boy

Born For This- The Score

Sail- Awolnation

Rise- Katy Perry

Mr. Blue Sky- Electric Light Orchestra

E.T.- Katy Perry

I Want You- Mitski

The Galaxy- The Galaxy

End Of The World- Neoni, Arcando, ThatBehavior

Black Out Days- Phantogram

Softcore- The Neighbourhood

Space Girl- Frances Forever

Love Me Not- Whitney Woerz

All Of The Stars- Ed Sheeran

Space Oddity- David Bowie

The Foundations Of Decay- MCR

Sign of the Times- Harry Styles

Astronomical- Svrcina

A Sky Full Of Stars- Coldplay

Believer- Imagine Dragons

Alligator Sky- Owl City

Made of Stars- Hovi Star

Here To Mars- Coheed & Cambria

My Universe- Coldplay & BTS

Notion- The Rare Occasions

Enemy- Imagine Dragons

Moondust- Jaymes Young

Far From Home (The Raven)- Sam Tinnesz

My Demons- Starset

One Last Breath- Tommee Profitt & Nicole Serrano

There’s A Hero In You- Tommee Profitt ft. Fleurie

Here We Stand- Hidden Citizens

Immortals- Fall Out Boys

Die For You- Starset

Trials- Starset

As We Fall- League of Legends

Mad World- 2WEI

I’m Not Afraid- Tommee Profitt ft. Wondra

Shooting Stars- Bag Raiders

Shooting Star- Owl City

Talking To The Moon- Bruno Mars

Ribs- Lorde

Sure Is Fun- Shinedown

Venus- Sleeping At Last

Where You Go I Go- Fight The Fade

Mercury- Sleeping At Last

Atlantis- Seafret

Pluto- Sleeping At Last

Earth- Sleeping At Last

Into The West- Annie Lennox

Bones- Imagine Dragons

Counting Stars- One Republic

Bleeding Out- Imagine Dragons

Whatever It Takes- Imagine Dragons

Late Night Talking- Harry Styles

Astronomy- Conan Gray

Habits- Genevieve Stokes

Waiting On The Sky To Change- Starset

Hope- Shinedown

Sorrow- Sleeping At Last

Starlight- Starset

How To Save A Life- The Fray

Romantic Homicide- d4vd

Here With Me- d4vd

One Damn Good Mistake- Miss Benny

Stolen Dance- Milky Chance

The Loneliness- Måneskin

Death Bed- Powfu

To the Universe- MISSIO

Do You Still Love Me Like You Used To- MISSIO

Gilded Lily- Cults

Anger- Sleeping At Last

Heart- Sleeping At Last

Two- Sleeping At Last

Three- Sleeping At Last

Saturn- Sleeping At Last

Already Gone- Sleeping At Last

Back to You- Flower Face

Everywhere I Go- Sleeping At Last

Ship in a Bottle- Fin

Fine- Lemon Demon

Meteor Shower- Cavetown

Love Me Again- John Newman

Just a Man- Jorge Rivera-Herrans & EPIC Ensemble

Into the Unknown- Starset

Satellite- Starset

Astronaut- Simple Plan

Epoch- The Living Tombstone

Ricochet- Starset

Invisible- Linkin Park

Slip Away- Perfume Genius

#youtuber ego #iswm #iswm captain #in space with markiplier #iswm head engineer #space mark #iswm engineer mark #character playlist #engineer mark x captain #markiplier

[mommyymunson]

The Freak's Superhero//Chapter one: Escaping His Grasp (An Eddie Munson Fanfic)

There was a lot the town of Hawkins didn't know 

about their reality. From the other dimension right  

underneath them that seemed to bleed into their 

own, to the shaven head girl with 

telepathic powers that did all she could to stop this 

other dimension's monsters from 

killing all of their precious town. This nightmare, 

that those who knew of it called the 

"Upside down", had been lasting for over three 

years now, and now a new threat was upon

our heroes. His name was Vecna. Or at least, that's 

how they knew him. See, I knew him as

Henry. 

As stated though, there's a lot that the town 

of Hawkins isn't aware of, not even my 

sister 011, nor her friends. and that was Me. 

Hi, I'm Dr. Brennar's little experiment that 

he kept to himself, telling mostly no one of 

my existence. 

His special project, the one he had the most

faith in as a weapon against the Commies. 

Against the whole world. 

My name is 000 or Zero. But there was 

something that no one could've known, not 

even myself. 

It was that I was about to fall hopelessly in 

love with Hawkins own favorite Pariah, the 

town misfit, 

and the biggest freak: Eddie Goddamn Munson.

The screeches of the Hellish bats that swirled through the air outside and the searing, throbbing pain on my wrists were the only things that kept me grounded at the moment. My vision was blurred from the fog that seemed to be in a constant state around here. All I could smell was the overwhelming stench of rotting blood.  I've been trapped in my own personal prison for the past three years. Or at least that was my best guess, being in the past of Hawkins present didn't allow me to keep great track of time. My arms and legs bound by the flesh-like vines that He had full control of, never straying from my tired limps. My body covered by the Earth's dirt and grime that seemed to make my physique its new home. Knees and calves growing new bruises and cuts by the hour from being dragged around to where they're needed. My head hung low from the lack of energy my anatomy could barely be able to produce. But, not low enough to where I was bowing before him, resolve holding enough to be able to maintain that at least. 

For the past three agonizing years of my captivity, there wasn't a whole lot I could do but sleep whenever my mind eventually gave out and slip into the subconscious where my powers lied. The true monster known as Dr. Brennar had found many different ways my mind could produce unfathomable, scientific reactions and outcomes to any wimp or thought I had. Magic is what most would call it. He made much of use of me before I had finally snuck out of his controlling grasp. 

One of the telepathic powers I had been born with was basically, eavesdropping. I could walk among, converse, and listen to anybody I chose. It was almost as if I was there with them, like my soul was wandering around like some useless ghost. Majority of the time it was used for information, but in my early teens I was able to start manipulating the area around those I had come to "haunt;" opening a door, lifting a cup into thin air, those kinds of things. The only downside was that if I went to that extend, my powers were rendered useless for several hours. It knocked me practically unconscious from how much energy it had used. To the despicable mind of Hawkins labs very own Doctor Jekyll, although he loved to act like he was Mr.Hyde, he wanted to use me as some sort of an assassin. There would be no evidence, no fingerprints, no cops coming to poke their noses in his affairs. 

I was only fourteen when I had managed to flee the unforgiving, white walls of the blood stained laboratory of Hawkins. Surviving by pick-pocketing from strangers wallets, stealing whatever food I managed to slip out of grocery stores, and sleeping in unoccupied or abandoned houses. I had met another girl like me during that time, she taught me everything about the outside world that I had failed to learn in the tiny space of the Lab. Was on my own for two years before a certain ruthless, blonde haired man opened a gate to hell and entrapped me close inside. At least, he used to be blonde and a man for that fact. 

He had come to enlighten me that my sister, 011, had trapped him down here when he tried to kill everyone in Hawkins Lab, including my other brothers and sisters, and even Papa. The lightening that was always ablaze, and the countless days he had spent in the Upside Down had turned his body into this creature of hell. But his mind was the same twisted and evil form it had been as you last remembered. He had me bound stiff and unyielding ever since. Keeping me alive by feeding my starving self whatever murky water he could find and forcing me to consume the bats that were flying above my very head now. 

The only thing that kept me going was the memories I had "shared" with the sister I had never met. When 001 had told me about the powerful child that was able to best him, my curiosity of course, was peaked. That was how I had found out about my sister eleven. How she escaped the Lab just like I had did so long ago, how she had become close with her friends that hid her from Papa; especially close to a certain, certified nerd Michael Wheeler; how she defeated a "demogorgon," how she had become like a daughter to the Chief of Police, Jim hopper, how she and her friends defeated the mind flayer twice, and lost her powers. I had seen it all, been with her for every bruise, every tear shed, every smile formed, everything. She had given me a reason to fight without ever even knowing of my existence. 

It was now 1986, three excruciating years I've been imprisoned down here. I had tried many times to get away from this red and black abyss, to escape his grasp, but was always sucked right back in. I had gotten as close as to forming my own gate but not being able to make it in time, his vines wrapping around my torso and dragging my almost lifeless body back to my confinements. Barely being able to feel the sun again or smelling air that wasn't foul. 

001, or Vecna as El's dork group liked to call him, was now becoming active though. Carrying out  the plans he had had for so long. It had started with a girl named Chrissy, then a boy named Fred, and now It was El's precious friend Max. I could feel her presence when she had stumbled into Venca'a firm hold. Feeling absolutely powerless to help her as she just managed to break free from him. Hell, I couldn't even help myself, how could I help her. Still, I breathed a sigh of relief as I watched her go through the portal, back to her own consciousness. It wasn't until I heard the the loud creaks of the stairs being stepped on that the relief had left me. 

"Don't be too excited, my dear. She won't get very far from me and you know that. You haven't even been able to leave me, what makes you think she has a chance?" his deep, bone-chilling voice had rung in my ears like a bad headache. When I didn't make a move to answer or respond to him in any sort of way, one of the vines entangled itself around my neck, forcing my head upwards to look at his body hunched in front of me, his eyes holding a sort of anger and fascination as he gazed down at me, "you'll be staying with me for all eternity, Zero; by my side as I have the last few we need join us."

His figure stood back up and welcomed the many vines that struck his body over and over as they lifted him up again, his brain finding his next helpless victim. Ever since I had the unpleasant occurrence of meeting him, his eyes always held a passion, an obsession with making me his. His to control for whatever fucked up fantasy he had. Which included taking over Hawkins with the Mind Flayer's powers at his beck and call. 

My consciousness began to dissolve over time, more countless hours falling from my fingers. I was so used to the helplessness that seemed to swarm me. Like Henry said, I couldn't even help myself out of this, nor did I barely have the resolve to do so. I was only snapped out of my daze of self-pity when I heard a familiar cry brake the silence. My neck snapped forward once I realized who that scream erupted from. Max. He must've been able to bring her back already so soon. With every victim he took, he grew stronger, fast. But what could I do about it? My eyes could barely keep themselves open and my limps begged to be given any sort of rest. 

The powers that consumed me worked on their own, showing me all of Eleven's and Max's friends surrounding her floating body, now in a different location than the cemetery. Their faces stricken with unimaginable worry and terror. Screaming their lungs out as her body hung right above them, just out of their grasp. Almost as if my own conscience gave me a slight nudge forward, all I could think about was seeing El among them. Her own face painted with tears that streamed down her flushed cheeks, as she tried all she could to stop the inevitable. One emotion that I haven't felt in a long time start to brew inside me. Like a candle that seemed to be completely snuff out start to flicker and come back to life once more. Determination roared through my chest, drowning in it. My physique may have been exhausted but the adrenaline that coursed through my veins gave me the energy to run a marathon. Hissing from the ache on my wrists and ankles, I snapped out of the flesh-like vines that screeched from being torn apart. Standing for the first time in what felt like forever and raising my arm to the wall of the old Creel residence, I wrenched my barricade away, wood crackling from the pressure and falling to the floor. Taking one step at a time with as much urgency I could muster, I had finally made it to the newly formed hole. Max had been suffocating on the vines controlled by Vecna as he stood firm in front of her. He had been prepared for another escape as he kept himself a safe distance away from her face so she couldn't take a bite out of him, foiling his plan a second time. The few precious seconds that we both had were dwindling, I had to act now. 

My abilities surged as I hurled the levitating pieces of scrap from the air and crashed them against his unexpecting body. He flew back until he collided with a near by wall, stunned from the sudden attack. Using what little time I had left before his realization settled in, I leaped from the building and caught up with the terrified red head that had already started sprinting. Her eyes glazed at me for a quick second, her face contorted in an unreadable expression before putting her focus back on the path ahead. 

"You both won't get far." it seemed 001 had realized what had conspired as I heard the garbage I had thrown at him come hurling in our direction. 

"I'll protect you, just focus on getting back to them!" I shouted out as I took a few of the fragments that were coming at us at a rapid pace, and flung them right back at him, winning a bullseye. Using the remaining pieces, I constructed a makeshift wall behind us as a guard; they fell into place like a game of Tetris. This would give me a few more much needed seconds to pull open a gate out of the fabric of the space in front of me. 

"No!" There was shuffling behind me but I didn't take my concentration away from the gate that was almost fully open. This was the closest I've ever gotten and I could feel the hope beating in my chest. Max had just gotten to the portal back to her mind as she turned to me with a worried look, I screamed for her to run and she stepped through. I could feel the tears that began to sting and fall through my lashes. Twirling my body right in front of the gate, I pushed back the vines that were darting at me from behind; and let my body fall backwards through my one way ticket to freedom. 

Instantly feeling the heat from the overpowering sun from above and the clear air that began to fill my lungs, my body tumbled into the rocks and sticks that littered the earth beneath me. I tumbled down the mountain until my instincts kicked into high gear and I used my nails to claw at the ground. Slowing down my fall enough to be able to flip back onto my feet; back onto flat flooring. At long last being able to catch my breath as my lungs felt like they were on the verge of collapse, I took in my surroundings and held in a quiet sob. Feeling the small patches of grass that sprouted underneath me and noticing just how blue the sky was; how full of color and life everything around me was. My lips tugged into a relieved smile before it was quickly wiped off my face by the snapping twigs in back of me. My neck snapped in its direction only to be welcomed by six others staring at me. Looking like they were just waiting for something to happen, although nothing did. I knew exactly who they were from my snooping abilities. Dustin, Robin, Steve, Lucas, Nancy, and finally Max who still had left over tear stains on her freckled face. One of them started to speak to me before quickly snapping their mouth shut as I swiftly stood and began to walk in the opposite direction. It felt wrong to just leave but I couldn't get involved with them when I knew what their plan was. I've been stuck there for three years, I can't risk concerning myself with them and getting dragged right back, I just couldn't. 

"She..She saved me in there, I don't know if I would still be here without her. She stopped him, she has powers just like El used to." Max suddenly spoke up to the group but i just kept walking. Not daring to turn around because the second I did, I knew I wouldn't be able to stop myself from helping. 

"Are you Eleven's sister? Were you in there with her? In the Lab?" The voice which I knew as the ex-toothless boy named Dustin uttered out, I still walked and stayed silent. After not getting a response from me, I heard two sets of footsteps following after me before one tugged on my arm to stop me. Because of the trauma that I had just experienced in the upside down, my head flew back to the one that kept me still; my hand raised in defense as a reflex. It was Dustin that held onto me, flinching back in alarm at the possibility of me hurting him with my mind. I didn't intent to scare him, I was just so used to having the anxiety of expecting pain. After a second of realization, my hand went back to rest at my side; his head perked back up when he noticed no pain or flying back into a nearby tree. His hand that still rested on my wrist gently pulled me to him, his calloused fingers rubbing against the still open wounds that made permanent markings on my flesh. I groaned from the pain as he quickly realized, his palm flying off and he mumbled many apologies. Grabbing my appendage in protection, my tired eyes landed on his sorrowful ones. His eyes were true, pure and completely obvious of honestly. The staring lasted only a second before abruptly turned my body away once again, although this time I didn't start walking. My brain going through an endless cycle of what to do as the boy spoke once again. 

"Does she speak or..?" he turned over to Max who had been the other that joined me by my side. 

"Of course I speak, you idiot." my attention went right back to him as soon as it had left, crossing my arms in front of my chest at his accusation. My face contorted in a somewhat glare as the person I expected least spoke up. 

"What did he do to you in there?" Nancy Wheeler, the intelligent moralist of the party, questioned me. For some reason, my heart strings were tugged at the worry that plagued her features. A sigh that seemed to be held in for far too long escaped from my lips as I trudged toward her. I can't believe I'm doing this. Everyone immediately went on alert at what could possibly be my next move, but I just continued my journey to her awaiting self. 

Now, a talent that Papa didn't seem as curious about was my transfer of the past. He thought it was useless considering it couldn't be used to gather information nor kill his opponents; but for me, it was useful in saving time like this current moment. Time, as usual, was of the essence. As long as I had some sort of physical connection or touch to the receiver, I could relay old memories of my own with my own choosing, or collect any of theirs. The best way to describe it, is the old saying how when someone dies, their life flashes before their eyes in a matter of seconds. It was exactly like that but I got to choose what details I shared with the class. It also took a bit longer than a few seconds, it depended on how much info I gave them. So when I finally was able to reach the older sister of Mike, I hesitantly raised my hands up to her face and cupped her cheeks with them. Her eyes searching mine with confusion and expectation, everyone else sharing the same looks amongst themselves. Closing my eyes and concentrating on the power that swirled through the veins in my cerebrum, I finally unleashed the energy into her; her eyes going completely white as her head shot back from the overwhelming flow of images that weren't her own. For her, it was almost like watching an entire movie in less than two minutes. When I had opened my lids again, I could see Steve and Robin running over to me panic, probably thinking I was harming her. But the look on my face made them slow. My eyes being completely blown out in black, no grey left within them. Blood vessels popping almost inhumanly around them. To them, I probably looked like I was mutilating her; although their movements stilled completely when Nancy lifted her small forearm, signaling them to stop. 

"Don't..It's okay, I'm okay," Her palms then enveloped my own on her cheekbones, "It actually feels kind of nice, It's warm." 

A small smile formed on her lips as I took her in complete shock. No one had ever told me that they liked my talents. At least not in the way of using them for their own selfish gains. A small tint of pink stained my appearances while the last few flashbacks transported to her. Almost like snapping out of a trance, we both lost the connection when my hands left her. I felt almost exposed as she now knew mostly everything that had transpired from the entirety of my life. Unable to make eye contact, I shifted uncomfortably in my place before her, waiting for whatever answer she was going to have to the strange intel. The last reaction I expected her to have though was to wrap her arms around my shoulders and pull my body to her, coating me into a warm embrace. I completely froze, unable to move from the unfamiliar feeling of affection. The only sort of "love" that I ever experienced in the time I was in that scientific prison was when the guards, nurses, doctors, or Papa held onto my hand as they led me from room to room. Probably for another stupid test or lesson to make us more powerful. It was a form of control on their part though, tricking an innocent mind into thinking they were the good guys because they wore honest smiles and kind auras. 

"I'm so sorry, Zero. I'm so so sorry you had to go through that, alone nonetheless." The pretty, curly haired girl squeezed me even harder as I heard slight sniffles follow her apology. Was she crying for me? That was a concept that I couldn't wrap my head around. I wasn't used to anybody having empathy for me because my hardships, goodness being a foreign concept to me. As I was lost in thought and before I could find the courage to finally join in her hug, she pulled back from me, now holding her hands to my shoulders as another form of comfort. I was right, there were a few stray tears that had fallen from her soft, blue eyes. I couldn't say anything though, my mind was racing endlessly as her confusing actions gave me many questions and very few answers. Why would she cry for me? What exactly was it that made her feel such sadness that wasn't even her own? And especially, why did she care so much for a complete stranger? 

"I understand now why you were so on edge, and I don't blame you for wanting to run away when you first saw us. I can't imagine how messed up everything was for you. Well, I can since you just showed me all of it; but I could never imagine being able to survive all of that myself. The wounds and scars that you had and have, mentally and physically...it must have been so hard for you," Her gentle words did little but baffle me further, but she still continued, "and I don't want to seem like one of those monsters that tried to use you; but we could really use your help. You know the most out of anyone about Vecna, how he acts and how his mind works. Not only that, but without El and her powers, we are all but defenseless against him. From what you showed me, you're incredibly powerful and we could really use that strength. But I want this to be your choice, and I will not fault you at all for whatever you decide. But I ask of you, please help us, in anyway you can." 

Her gentle eyes gave me great pause as I contemplated the words she had just spoke. What was I doing? Why was I actually thinking about my decision, I can't do this. I can't see him again, not ever. I want to help them, I really do but what will the events that unfold cost me? 

"Uh.. so what exactly did she show you?" The coiffed hair boy, who I believe was Steve Harrington, whispered out. 

"I'm moreso curious about these so-called 'incredible powers' wheeler was taking about." An unfamiliar voice said, with a slight chuckle in his throat. 

There was another man there that I hadn't noticed before, but now that I had noticed him, I shamelessly couldn't take my eyes away. His hair was a deep brown, almost black shade that was grown long in soft sets of curls. His outfit was anything less than a punk rock style, sporting a denim vest and leather jacket that was thrown over a white, devil baring T-shirt. His jeans were ripped at the knees and his sneakers dirty from the mud that lay beneath them. Eyes that stared straight at me a dark chocolate brown that held much mischief in them. The damned smile though was what I couldn't stop staring at, an almost shit-eating grin covered nearly his whole face. Before anyone could notice, I quickly snapped my head away from the crowd. Almost not being able to cover the deep crimson that saturated my cheeks and neck. 

I knew I shouldn't be boldly checking out this random guy in the group, but It was entirely involuntary. This wasn't like me in the slightest, I never let men have any sort of effect on me. Well, all but one man. But the second I saw the pleading looks of the children and the breathtaking rockstar, I knew I had no chance. 

Heaving a heavy, almost dramatically long sigh, I pinched the space in between my brows and turned to Dustin. 

"Well, you gonna lead the way or are you gonna make me do that too?" Flashing him a cheeky smirk, his face crinkled into an adorable grin before grabbing my hand once again, guiding me to his destination. God, people around here were really into touching, huh? 

"So are your powers like Eleven's or do you have different ones? Are you more powerful than she is? How come you look so creepy when you do that brain, memory, transfer thing? Do you like eggos as much as El does?" Dustin's questions seemed to ramble out of his mouth faster than he could think them. 

"I'm already starting to regret this." I huffed, shaking my head once again. Although his insistent interrogation was slightly driving me insane, I couldn't help the small smile that seemed to remain on my lips.

(Hi guys! Hopefully you enjoyed my first chapter, obviously this is gonna be a fix-it fic and I’m gonna change some things around in the plot as well; let me know what you guys think of my lil ole story and Ill be posting chapter 2 soon :^)

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[cyanide-mustard]

My Hero (Eddie Munson X OFC)

SPOILERS FOR STRANGER THINGS SEASON 4 VOL 2

Taylor is there when Eddie Dies. There is no happy ending, just death, angst, and sadness.

Just a quick little blurb about Eddie's girlfriend, Taylor, being in the upside down when he dies.

“His trailer should be just up here,” Taylor said, Nancy, Robin, and Steve trailing behind her. The four looked worse for wear, with angry red marks around their necks and disheveled clothes. The metal bat in Taylor’s hand made her whole body tilt slightly to the side. Her arms were tired and her whole body ached. As soon as they found Dustin and Eddie, they would go home. She and Eddie would go back to her house, shower, and then sleep for however long it took for them to wake up from this nightmare. 

Eddie’s trailer was in view as they stepped foot out of the forest. A smile found its way onto Taylor’s face when she saw the two figures. Confusion quickly replaced the smile on her face when she sees Eddie’s body lying on the ground and her feet pick up into a jog that quickly turns into a sprint. Her leg buckles but she manages to regain balance and continue racing over to her boyfriend.

When she is within arm's length she takes in his body. He has bite marks on his torso and she can see flesh from where he was bitten. She brings her eyes up to his face and she catches sight of his neck. She winces at the red and bloody ring that wraps around his neck. She rests a gentle hand on his cheek.

“H-Hey Eds” She chokes out. His soft eyes brighten at the sight of his lover, he places his hand on top of the one she has on his cheek. 

“Hey Sweetheart,” He says softly. He looks at her like she is the brightest, most beautiful star in the sky. A tear slips down Taylor’s cheek as she feels his hand on her shake slightly. She goes to help him up.

“Come on baby, we gotta get you some help” She begins to put an arm under his shoulders. She looks at the others for help but they don’t make any move to move Eddie from his spot. 

“Guys, come on, give me a hand. We need to get him to a hospital” She pleads to her friends. They look at her with a sense of hopelessness. She’s startled by a hand on her cheek.

“Sweetheart, I’m not gonna make it.” His body is trembling and his hand has lost what little warmth it had moments ago.

“What are you talking about! We’re gonna get you out of here.” Taylor looks around frantically for something to stop the bleeding or help from her friends.

“HELP ME! PLEASE” She screams while her tears fall heavy down her face. If her eyes weren’t blurry because of the tears in her eyes, then she would be able to see the hopeless and lost look on her friends' faces. 

“I love you so much, please don’t forget how much I love you.” His words are faint and she almost doesn’t hear him. Eddie places a cold metal into her hand. It’s the ring he always wore on his right ring finger. She clutches it in her hand and her eyes fly back to his face, not wanting to waste one second not looking at the love of her life.

“Eddie please stay. Y-you promised, you promised we’d always be together, don’t leave me.” She sobs, holding onto him like a lifeline. She brings her other hand to his head, rubbing the top of it in an attempt to soothe him as his trembling worsens. He flashes a small smile to her before it begins to fade.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. I love you, I love you” His eyes darken “You’re my hero Eddie”

A second passes, then his body goes limp in her arms. She brings her head to his chest, clutching his body. Strangled sobs leave her throat. However, she doesn’t get a moment before the ground beneath her rumbles. Nancy and Steve lift Taylor off the ground as it begins to crack open. They start to pull her away from Eddie in an attempt to get to safety of some sort. 

“Wait no, we can’t leave him here” They push her harder away as she tries to dig her feet into the ground and reach her arm out to his body.

“NANCY, STEVE PLEASE, DON’T LEAVE HIM HERE! DUSTIN!” The cracks open up even more, swallowing the earth in its path. “ROBIN PLEASE, DON’T LEAVE HIM HERE, PLEASE!” She begs. She glances back at him, watching in horror as the earth cracks underneath him and swallows him whole. Taylor cries out as the man she loves, loved, more than anything disappears right before her eyes. 

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[sunny-days-and-warm-mournings]

The moon hangs low

From broken strings from the sun

It's rays glassy and unbridled.

The earth rumbles underneath metal and hollow homes

Just to hope for something to be holy for—

And tell me, martyr child,

Would the world burn for us?

Are we mortal

With these vast lungs and white foundations,

The iron in our veins and the pleasure from our core, the ice in our eyes,

Tell me, child, boy of feathers, broken boy, playing in the dark, bleeding and trying,

With poems in your palms and verses in your skin, with words to bring down nations, with eyes to bring down kings,

Are we mortal—

Or are we just unsatisfied apoplectic?

A little gift for @heroes-in-the-dark for the 101st chapter that came out a few days ago!

I was feeling a little ominous so I just made this on the spot, but sorry if I made some grammatical errors lol.

The latest chapter was awesome and heartbreaking, but I hope to see more :D!

(Also I'm trying to think of a title for this thing, so if anyone got some ideas or recommendations, comment/reblog!)

#quotes #cryptic writing #writing prompt #dark writing #poems and quotes #creative writing #poem #my poem #fumikage tokoyami #bnha #mha

[suicidejack]

Bite Me Til You Bleed

Most people have no trouble at all beginning a new contract, or starting a new job, but I always seem to encounter the most unlikely obstacles. About 20 years ago it got to be too much. It seemed impossible to keep up with all these formal expectations like keeping a damn government issued drivers licence/ID card, and a "social security" serial number card so they can count the fucking beans. The military industrial complex "misappropriated" way over 30 TRILLION dollars during the Bush administration. That's thirty thousand billion. Thirty thousand thousand million dollars is missing from the American treasury, enough to make us all rich. There was no account for where it went, so they just flew some airplanes full of relatively innocent people into some buildings full of other relatively innocent people and killed thousands of them, and oops they also burned up all the evidence pertaining to where the missing 30 TRILLION dollars went. And they got the added bonus of creating this New World Order. Terrorism was not even a word 40 years ago. It was created to scare the shit out of people. Scaring the shit out of people generates lots of money. I suspect there was never any bad guy named Osama Bin Laden, I think some guys with black ties made him up. They created this evil villain for all the masses to fear and hate so they wouldn't see what the real story is. Then when they didn't need Osama anymore, they just killed him off and declared themselves heroes for doing so, even though there is no evidence that he ever existed. It's Disaster Capitalism. America creates a problem, like an energy shortage, or a failed economy. We salt the earth so nothing will grow and we wait until they are starving and destitute and then we step in with our underpants on the outside of out long pants and we put our fists on our hips and as the sun reflects off the Red White and Blue we declare something like "Fear not oh pathetic and poverty stricken third world! We are here to HELP you!" Then in a quieter voice we say really fast, "Stay in your homes. Do not talk to anyone outside your own families. Pull the shades down on your windows and do not look outside." When we have secured the populace, we effectively "solve" the problem that we created, and we install our own capitalist industrial complex right there and sell it back to them. We proudly declare ourselves heroes because now they have Starbucks and McDonalds. God Bless America.

Bite me til you bleed.

[angelwithshotgn]

{lewis tan; genderfluid ; he/they} hey isn’t that KAI YOUNG? the 35/1000+ year old FALLEN ANGEL and a song that plays when you see them is ANGEL WITH A SHOTGUN by THE CAB. They are known to be PROFESSIONAL and WITHDRAWN. They have been in VALDEZ for 2 years and always remind me of    a sheriff’s badge worn on leather belt, trained killer turned hero, trying to blend in to an unfamiliar world, a quiet room to hide away in. what secrets will they discover?

BASICS.

NAME.　malachai

ALIAS. 　kai young.

BIRTH DATE + AGE.　unknown | 35 / 1000+

ZODIAC. 　 unknown

GENDER.　genderfluid

PRONOUNS.　he/they

ORIENTATION.　demiromantic / demisexual

SPECIES.　fallen angel, archangel former

OCCUPATION.　interim sheriff.

BIRTHPLACE.　Heaven

FAMILY.　GOD father, GODDESS mother, ANGELS & FALLEN siblings

APPEARANCE

FACECLAIM.　lewis tan

EYES. 　 black 

HAIR. 　 black

DOMINANT HAND. 　 left.

HEIGHT. 　 six foot three.

BUILD. 　 muscular.

TATTOOS. 　 various.

SCARS/BIRTH MARKS. scars where wings used to be

TIDBITS

malachai was created in heaven, not born, appearing at the same time as all of his other siblings. he was made an archangel, and genetic twin to the archangel michael. he did what he was designed to do, until about 1000 years ago when he had seen a beautiful human, seen her from Heaven and often went down to visit her, falling in love with the mortal. while he was twins with michael, malachai was close with his brother lucifer.

the angel went to go visit her once again, his siblings stopped him. he wasn’t supposed to interact with humans, it was the rules, he wasn’t even supposed to leave heaven. so he’d been banished from his home. having his wings ripped out from behind him as he was expelled from heaven.

when he woke up, he’d been laying in a bed, found by an old couple, who when asked him about himself, he didn’t have any answers. not that they could know. they told him he’d been found in the snow, naked and surrounded by bloody snow with stray feathers surrounding him. they’d collected the feathers for him, thinking they were of importance to him, which they were right. they were what was left of his wings.

they treated his wounds, wrapping bandages around his torso to keep the wounds from bleeding out - which later healed faster than what would have for a human. he left their home, taking on the name kai young, the last name being the old couples, and he never found her again, the girl he’d fallen for. 

he later learned that his “sibling” lucifer led a revolt in heaven, against their father’s rules and against the order of things, getting himself and others of their siblings expelled from heaven, much like kai had been years before.

almost 500 years later, kai meets ezel somsi, and started spending more time with her, not having to return home anymore. but things started to change when he learned what exactly happened to an angel when they fell. they lost their powers, their purpose, so when he learned that ezel had been attacked and tried to save her by healing her, he couldn’t. instead he used his new abilities to manipulate the vampire who’d attacked her to turn her. he wasn’t going to spend eternity on Earth without her.

but ezel didn’t know he was the one who made the vampire turn her, or that he himself wasn’t human. so when she turned, she took off, angry that she was stuck like this, hating what he had done to her. and he left, realizing that what he did to be with the woman he loved, to save her, was her undoing.

#valdezhqintro #❛ 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐠𝐮𝐧 — kai young | intro.

[intoloopin]

⭐ – for everyone!

GIO.

Dani, you chose VIOLENCE. I tried to pick ones I haven't mentioned before!

⭐️ ── a theme song.

TAESONG:

Oh baby here we are, I made a wish on shootin' stars / It would be so tragic if we abandoned this part, no / Baby we've journeyed too far / No U-turns my sweetheart.

He loves this fucking group so bad, God bless his heart and soul. Get these dudes OFF HIS KITCHEN.

MINWOO:

But it's just that I fell in love with a war / And nobody told me it ended / And it left a pearl in my head / And I roll it around every night / Just to watch it glow / Every night, baby, that's where I go.

Mitski just can't stop writing songs about him, it's so silly of her.

SEUNGSOO:

Maybe it's in the gutter / Where I left my lover / What an expensive fake / My V is for Vendetta / Thought that I'd feel better / But now I got a bellyache.

He can't make a single good decision to save his life.

HARUKI:

One hug of yours can solve so much / Don't give me a single reason to run away because I don't want to / Be yours or be sincere? You want me? I'm at your mercy / I don't feel things halfway, baby, I go overboard.

Someday he will quit self sabotaging! Fingers crossed!

DYLAN:

So many balconies and no one ever uses them / So many balconies and no one ever uses them / Your nostrils are bleeding chocolate out / You're eating chocolate.

It's all about being terrified of the past, present and future with Chihoon.

GYUJIN:

Speak to me the language of love / The language of violence, the language of the heart / This isn't the first time I've asked for money or love / Heaven and earth don't ever mean enough.

He just gets it. He knows exactly what's going on.

O.Z:

Never seen a hero like me in a sci-fi / But I'd save a life if I thought it belonged to you / Mary Magdalene would never let her loved ones down.

I am so normal about how much Zhiming is the whole Magdalene album at his core. So normal. No one has ever heard a thing about it or anything.

HANJAE:

I know that I ended it, but / Why won't you chase after me? / You know me better than I do / So why didn't you stop me? / Why didn't you stop me.

Local man wants to feel wanted so bad it makes him sick, would rather be struck by lightening then communicating it.

J.J:

And I've always been too smart for that, but you know what? / My heart was not, I took it like a kid, you see / The cool kids voted to get rid of me / I'm ashamed of what it did to me / What I let get done / It stole my fun, it stole my fun.

It's so spot on about everything he is and been trought that it sounds biographical. Anyone can really roll his eyes at him and kill.

HAEGON:

I've been traveling so long, I don't think I can hold on / Where were you when I needed you the most? / Now I'm sitting here with a black hole in my chest / A heartless, broken mess.

Yikes, dude. Yikes.

#&& ⠀ [ . . . ] hound on a hunt ⠀⸻ q&a . #I love going to their playlist so much. 200+ songs of pure insanity.

[moxfirefly]

I don't see many who ask for it and I adore the last one you did.

So IF it strikes your creative juices to do so, I would love another Abe Sapien NFSW with a female reader.

I don't have a specific scenario in mind, I thought I would leave that to something that may have been brewing in your mind for awhile. Eh, maybe bonus points for reader being regular bystander type person. But no real emphasis on that.

Again, only if the mood strikes you. I am the type that can only write when it hits me, the story, the timing, etc, so I like to give others a out if the mood never strikes them.

Adore and worship your writing 💞💞💞

Some Abe loving? Heck yes my dude! Also big fan of your stuff! I think this is the first time I have you in the inbox 💕

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

There’s many things that have stricken Abe. He feels things perhaps even more strongly than many could. The super hero gig brings a lot of emotions to the forefront, is he just a well treated captive with morals? Maybe. It’s protecting mankind something stands for? Most certainly.

Still doesn’t make the job any less harder.

And sure some civilians would rather spit at him and his comrades, treat them as less, as freaks.

Which brings him to right now, hiding behind a strangers couch while the authorities speak to her.

“Are you sure you didn’t see anything suspicious?” The too well dressed agent ask once more. You shake your head.

“Like I said, I heard noises but I wasn’t about to stick my head out the window” Actually you had, and that’s when you saw blue and large black eyes. The supposed cop writes something down, gives you once last glance behind your shoulder before thanking you for the cooperation.

The evening had gone from completely quiet to a few shouts and gun fire, which was common in this neck of the woods but when you chanced a glance and saw Abe (he had politely introduced himself) you noticed the wound on his arm.

“I think you’re clear, for now at least” You whispered as you locked the door, Abe slowly stood from behind the couch, large eyes blinking.

“I cannot begin to express my gratitude….” You held your hands up and shook your head before he could continue. “I just, it felt wrong to leave you out there and much more to turn you in” Your eyes followed the blood on his arm, it hit you again and you jittery went about looking for a towel or anything whilst apologizing profusely.

Between stopping the bleeding and getting a crash course on suturing with dental floss and a needle, the hours had passed between that and gentle speaking. Abe had explained who he is and what he does. His busted up communicator had been the first problem of the night, getting separated from his team had been the second. Your superstitious brain had its way upon learning that creatures of all sort (good or bad) basically roam the earth.

“Have you ever thought about leaving?” You had asked over a warm cup of coffee. Those bottomless eyes of his had twitched slightly.

Abe’s thought of it. Packing up randomly and just leaving. To see how true it is that he’s the last of his kind, the last of his family.

When a stranger says it, it feels sort of possible.

Doable.

He shakes his head instead, the edges of his mouth betraying only slightly. “No, I can’t” He leaves it that and you silently accept it.

Curiosity gets a hold of you as you tentatively pressed an index and forefinger to his forearm. He’s naturally cool, insanely soft but firm. You smile genuinely surprised, if anything mesmerized by the look of him.

You did always feel at home in the water. To see somebody who, for them, the water was first nature for them. Well it made all those stories your nana would tell you about the sea life feel so real. Just like that you let both fingers trail down his forearm, a gentle path without words.

And yet it spoke so greatly to Abe.

“I’m not a mermaid” He laughed softly, your wide eyes too comical for him to handle.

“Forgive me, but I have other abilities that allow me to… well to read you better” Did he just admit to being a mind reader?

You swallow, embarrassment tinting your cheeks and a hand still resting atop his own. Abe, not wishing to, read every alarmed thought and even ones that would’ve made him blush if he could. His hand held your wrist gently. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you” His apology was genuine, you shook your head with a shy smile.

What a strange turn of events the night had been. After some chatter and another pot of coffee, Abe was standing to take his leave. He had to somehow find his way back to the main camp, from there alert everyone that he was safe and had just been taking shelter.

In the company of a beautiful lady.

He swallowed, absently he ran a hand over the bandages you had so carefully wrapped around his arm. “All things considered, I’m glad you showed up at my window” You walked him over to said window, you both chuckled.

“All things considered, thank you for helping me… I fear I wouldn’t have had the same luck with the family of four beneath you” That pulled another series of chuckles from the two of you. There was an awkward pause, Abe stuck his hand towards you. You licked your lips and shook your head.

Instead you wrapped him up in a hug.

It left him quite stumped and not many things stumped Abe. Slowly he wrapped his arms around you, palms resting at the middle for your back. You thought about how nice he felt against you and it was enough to make his body feel something.

You pulled away gently, fingers lingering over cold scales. Those big dark doe eyes of his blinked in their unique inquisitive way.

Something inside of you said, ‘screw it’

Abe feels lips against his own, soft and unsure but nevertheless, perfect.

Kissing didn’t seem like something he’d ever partake in, needless to say it didn’t mean he often thought about it.

And now, with your lips against his own, he feels so much more than just your curiosity. He feels the shape of you against him, hands cupping his cheeks, the gentle tug to bend just enough to better kiss him. It’s almost intimidating how wrapped up he is in it.

When you seize with a gentle final press to the bottom of his lip, Abe’s forgotten his original intention of bidding you adieu.

Instead, he captures your lips once more and chances upon a firmer kiss. You follow it, follow the shyness and inexperience but the mechanics are there, the knowledge is there and you sweetly guide him in the dance of it. You find yourself pressed against the very window he was about exit out of and the cold of his skin in front you rivals the cold of the glass behind you. He’s firm, not at all jacked up like your past lovers but there’s an enticing strength to his lean body.

There’s something even more enticing how the blue of his skin contrast against your own human tone. The buckle of his belt digs into your navel when you urge him closer, lost in his cold lips. That very hand that could read anything it touches, finds your neck and lingers in warmer flesh.

You want him. It’s insane but you know you want whatever may happen.

He reads that, it makes him shudder because up until now he knew no one would ever consider him to be a lover.

And yet here you were, pressing your lower half against his own and letting a soft moan scatter inside his mouth and down his throat. It goes straight to his gut, so much more lower and it’s enough to make him stop and consider you once more.

“I want to…” He already knows the ending to that sentence.

“You, you don’t know me” He’s trying to find a inch of reluctance somewhere inside of you.

But he finds none.

Just lust, just need.

Just the thought of him and what lies beneath his-

Abe swallows, dark eyes blinking when he feels the palm of your hand against his stomach. “You said you’re the good guy in all this, yeah?” Your voice is teasing, nails tempting him further when they scratch closer to the buckle of his belt. Abe only nods, head tilting down to watch that very hand unfasten it, his weapon and other utensils fall.

“Then, unless you don’t want me, I don’t see why we can’t” Your tongue snakes out to lick your lips and Abe follows the movement.

“I- I do” A part of him feels shameful, feels he’s taking advantage but it’s not the case? Is it? Just insecurity trying to claim him once more. He feels your hands grasp his wrist and guides them to your chest-

Oh that’s, they feel very, very soft.

He goes in again, kissing you just a little more feverishly, enjoying that noise he swallowed not too long ago again.

Somewhere between more kissing and curious hands he has you bare before him and you’ve just finished nudging his shorts with the heal of your foot. The glass behind you in already hot, somewhat steamed with your body heat. It’s tricky and he’s self conscious but the few glances you sneak between the two of you find you even more in lust with the shape of him. You sit on the windowsill and bring him in closer.

You wrap a hand around him and feel his head drop against your shoulder with a shudder. Careful about it, you pump him a few times to get a better sense of his size. “I’ve ne-never-“ You kiss his cheek, kiss the worry away. “It’s okay, want me to lead?” You ask softly against his neck with another languid stroke to his shaft.

Abe nods against your shoulder blade.

When you lead him in, slide him inside with little to no issue, he’s gut punched by the warmth. How tightly you engulf him, the pulsating that has him stuttering his hips and sighing. You wrap your legs around him, a hand shooting up to grip his shoulder. He sees your head thrown back, resting against the glass a picture of eroticism he’s read about.

But here? In real time? With everything that’s coursing in him?

No book could ever amount to this.

He kisses you again, feels more words and cusses filtering into him, breast tightly against his chest and god he’s making you feel this. You watch those bottomless eyes watch every inch of yourself move against him. The wet slide of him leaving and entering you with each thrust picking up more and more. The slap of yourself against the window echoes along with the noises you both make.

You grip his waist with your legs, keeping him locked in place, wanting more of this intoxicating feeling, the coldness of his skin contrasting against your warm one. It’s so good, fuck it’s so good.

His hand finds your own, lifts it above your head not in a show of possession. More so in an intimate need to connect further with you. You hold his hand, grip tightening the more you feel yourself closer to release. With the way he’s breathing you know he is too, the wonderment that he’s probably never done this hits you hard.

“Y-you’re-“ Your mouth opens. “Doing so fucking good” You manage to finish off in the midst of a moan.

And that breaks Abe apart.

Has him burying his face in your neck, a whimper and something you barely make out as a competent sentence. He cums just like that, glued to you, surrounded by your scent and the feel of your hot sweaty skin. He manages to keep going a few minutes more to have you cumin. Abe feels that, the way you tighten and constrict around his cock and the oversensitivity is enough to hook him.

You both try catching air, eyes glued to one another.

A quiet understanding that this simply can’t be the last of it.

#hellboy #abe sapien x reader #abe sapien #abe x reader #Abe Sapien x female reader #Abe x female reader #requested oneshot #exovapor #ask #ns*w #bprd #abraham sapien

[redrobin-detective]

Ok, I’ve tried and tried and tried to write this fic because I see it so clearly in my mind but it’s just not going no matter what I do. But I don’t want the idea to die with me. The closest this came to being written was exile which was an attempt to bleed out some of the energy of this au.

Anyway, so it starts off vaguely similar to canon only more aggressive. There had been underlying tension between ghosts and humans for a while, the dead jealous/angry at the living for disrespecting them. The successful creation of the Fenton ghost portal (and another halfa) was considered an act of war and so the ghosts responded in kind. So basically all of S1 occurs fairly close to canon except ghost attacks are more violent and have increasingly more consequences as time passes. Also the attacks aren’t just in Amity Park with ghosts becoming a worldwide issue but Amity is a focal point. Regular people know the ghosts hate them though they don’t know why. Phantom is very much a controversial figure as he is a ghost but also clearly is fighting off the more violent ghosts. 

One day, not long after the events of Control Freaks, Amity Park wakes up to find three of their own are gone. Danny Fenton, Sam Manson and Tucker Foley are nowhere to be found. There’s a massive manhunt, the parents go on TV and beg for information but they cannot be found. Curiously enough, town hero Phantom was also missing. There’s some evidence they left of their own volition so the Mansons and Foleys eventually relent that the kids fled on their own. The Fentons are 100% certain the kids were stolen/killed by ghosts as a statement. And the fact that Phantom went missing around the same time means he was the one who killed them. Jazz knows Danny was Phantom but had no idea what was going on and knew her parents wouldn’t listen she just, kept quiet and privately tried to piece together what happened. 

Three years pass and finally it looks like the Ecto War is coming to a close. Young, naive ghosts attempted to raise Pariah Dark in a bid to win. It went disastrously but Phantom (who was periodically spotted around the world, deep in the worst battles of the war) and group of loyal allies subdued the king. By the law of ghosts, Phantom was named heir apparent and he declared that the fighting would stop. Humans and ghosts would have to negotiate and co-exist in peace. But he’s not king yet, no he needs to be crowned at the place where it began, Amity Park’s Fenton portal (”where it all began” has a double meaning of the beginning of the war but also symbolically where Phantom began as Kings assume the crown where their living life ended to show their abandonment of their first life and the commitment to their second). Amity is NOT happy to hear that their former hero is coming home.

Amity has been through the wringer, ghost attacks got pretty bad. The Fenton’s throw themselves into their work to cancel out the grief, they create a group of ghost hunters nicknamed the Reds (for their red blood, ghosts are nicknamed Greens) to control the threat. Valerie heads the young adult division and is considered one of the best, she drops out of school to devote herself to it full time. Oh also her dad is now the Mayor as most have died or didn’t want the job. There are still people who like Phantom and see him as a hero (a lot of Casper Kids) but it’s generally an unpopular opinion in town. Maddie and Jack are ready to obliterate the ghost that took their son’s life the moment he’s within city limits. It’s a powder keg ready to blow. It all comes to a head when Phantom and his entourage arrive.

First off, Phantom looks very different, much less human looking than when he left. He’s clearly aged like a normal teen but his eyes look much, much older.  His skin is dead white with a blue tinge to it from his ice core and his aura is super cold. His hair is longer and is very misty that kind of swirls around him and his has fangs and claws. When he’s deep in battle or his obsession, his sclera turn black and he looks scary af. His entourage is ghosts who have sworn loyalty to him, who he picked up along the way after battling beside them for 3 years. Fright Knight, Skulker and Frostbite are recognizable allies. They are not happy that their future King is back in Amity (secretly fearing they’ll lose him once more to his human life). J&M have a shot and are going for the kill when they see something that shocks them; Sam and Tucker are in Phantom’s entourage.

There had been whispers that Phantom interacted with humans, that humans were in his inner circle but this is something else together. And so are Sam and Tucker. Sam is Phantom’s General, she is talented and collected and half feral. She used to be a pacifist but the trials of war and understanding that peace sometimes needs to be fought for made her compromise. She’s covered in scars and an extremely talented fighter. She’s missing her right hand up to her forearm, she can form a ‘phantom limb’ (basically borrowing ectoplasm from her future ghost) to do some things with some powers. Tucker is the support, he uses human and ghost tech to organize, weaponize and generally keep things running. He’s covered in homemade tech (shields and weapons and computers) and he rarely removes. Both he and Sam have kinda forgotten how to interact with and really BE human after so long among the dead. They had attempted to conceal themselves but they had forgotten how strong parental love and recognition is. J&M want to know about Danny, the teens don’t know how to respond but assure them he’s alive. Phantom can’t bring himself to look at them.

This is where I start to lose track of things but there will be parallels of Valerie/Maddie vs Sam as female warriors on opposite sides who are willing to go behind, possibly compromising the things important to them, for victory. Tucker will be contrasted against Jack/Jazz as the one making weapons but also generally keeping the human parts of the team mentally/physically afloat. *Severe* PTSD for all three of them. They’re also unnaturally codependent on each other, get super anxious when one of the trio is out of sight and sleep in a big cuddle pile. They will fucking Kill You if you look at one of them wrong. Vlad will be involved, he had been jailed for war crimes but convinced Walker to stage a coup to overthrow Danny and take the crown before he’s actually declared King and is too powerful. Vlad is more unhinged here, more ghost than human (a hint on what could happen to Danny if he’s not careful). He is eventually defeated but he sacrifices his life for ghost power which, in the end, is what makes him able to be beaten.

 There’s lots of ideas on what it means to be live or dead and where the divide really is, is it a heartbeat or it is how you choose to use your existence. On how duty shouldn’t mean you need to give up everything. Because Jack and Maddie believe that Phantom killed their son and, in a way, they’re right. Before they left, the ghost war had gotten so bad and the rumors of Dark being resurrected were going around. Amity attacks were at an all time high, people in their school were being killed just because Danny went there. He realized he had to choose between Fenton or Phantom and he chose to protect the world. He abandoned his human identity and went off to fight in war. Tried to convince Sam and Tucker to stay but they followed him through hell and back. Because Danny spends so much time as Phantom, Fenton is severely neglected. His long hair is cool and floaty as Phantom but is unkempt and stringy, hanging in his face as Fenton. He’s wan and underweight and looks like a walking corpse. He knows his human half will give out soon if he doesn’t give it more attention but he just can’t there’s too much to do, too many people to save.

It would end with Danny being outed to the town, not the world, just the town. Jack and Maddie need to recon with the fact that their boy DID leave of his own choice but only because their failure to protect him (from both the portal and ghosts) made him feel he had to take all this responsibility on his shoulders. Danny also has to recognize that he (and Sam/Tuck) can’t do all this on their own and they can trust and rely on the people around him. Phantom is crowned King but he decides Amity will be his base. The trio eat more, sleep some, catches up on school all the while continuing their duties as King and court. The ghosts also see that Phantom’s humanity isn’t a weakness but a strength and will bring peace to the Earth/Zone so they also take some of the burdens off his shoulder. 

Basically I load up heavily with angst at the beginning and end with all the love and comfort imaginable. I just can’t fucking figure out the middle and my motivation will not let me write this shit out. But I can’t let this AU die bc it fucking keeps me up at night.

#behind me dips eternity #god I want to write this but its just not going #Ive been trying for over a month #I cant finish the outline #I've only gotten a paragraph into actually typing #but there are so many vivid images from this fic that live rent free in my head #was lowkey thinking of comissioning an artist to depict Danny bc I've tried and its not coming out right and it drives me INSANE #bc this world is very vivid to me #i love it even if it hurts me #anyway here's wonderwall

[edenmemes]

misc poetry sentence starters

❝  one gets so used to one’s own horrors, one forgets how they must seem to other people.  ❞ ❝  you remind me what love lives in this skin.  ❞ ❝  you are the most phantom-like of all; you are a mere dream.  ❞ ❝  i’m not telling you a story so much as a shipwreck—the places floating, finally legible.  ❞ ❝  the world was made so we can find each other in it.  ❞ ❝  the night isn’t dark; the world is dark. stay with me a little longer.  ❞ ❝  i want you desperately. i want your strength and your softness, your hands, all of you.  ❞ ❝  is that too much to expect? that i would name the stars for you?  ❞ ❝  against your cheek my hand is warm and full of tenderness.  ❞ ❝  the world grows green again when you smile.  ❞ ❝  your share of pains would fill a sea.  ❞ ❝  i’m so stuck on the ‘was’ of people.  ❞ ❝  what i love in you is your power of loving, a bit wild, a bit primitive, but absolute.  ❞ ❝  i like figuring you out. you are so human and puzzling.  ❞ ❝  the unwillingness to try is worse than any failure.  ❞ ❝  you wanted happiness. i can’t blame you for that.  ❞ ❝  i did violence to my own heart.  ❞ ❝  i don’t know how to stay tender with this much blood in my mouth.  ❞ ❝  like a magpie, i am a scavenger of shiny things: fairy tales and dead languages.  ❞ ❝  and here you come with a shield for a heart and a sword for a tongue.  ❞ ❝  you kiss the back of my legs and i want to cry.    only the sun has come this close, only the sun.  ❞ ❝  sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof you’ve been ruined.  ❞ ❝  when will it cease, this monstrous rage of yours?  ❞ ❝  i will plant my hands in the garden. i will grow, i know, i know.  ❞ ❝  i had it all and i want it back again.  ❞ ❝  i don’t care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual.  ❞ ❝  we are two reflections that cross swords with each other.  ❞ ❝  as for me, i am a watercolour. i wash off.  ❞ ❝  do you dare send me away as though you were were waiting for something better?  ❞ ❝  my dear, you are in danger of being burned by your own flame.  ❞ ❝  i am three oceans away from my soul.  ❞ ❝  you, occasionally, glimmer with a light i’ve never seen before. it frightens me.  ❞ ❝  i went to sleep last night so i could see you.  ❞ ❝  even the eyes of gods must adjust to light. even gods have gods.  ❞ ❝  how much can you change and get away with it, before you turn into someone else, before it’s some kind of murder?  ❞ ❝  it does me no good to be good to me now.  ❞ ❝  i may look alright, but if you were to look more closely you wouldn’t find a single healthy bit in me.  ❞ ❝  i must clothe myself in other worlds.  ❞ ❝  suffering is the privilege of those who feel.  ❞ ❝  sorry about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine.  ❞ ❝  the vigor, the fire, that enables you to love and create. when you lose that, you’ve lost everything.  ❞ ❝  i can be bold, because i have you with me always.  ❞ ❝  you are shaking fists and trembling teeth. i know: you did not mean to be cruel. that does not mean you were kind.  ❞ ❝  not that i want to be a god or a hero, just to change into a tree,  grow for ages, not hurt anyone.  ❞ ❝  i laughed today. for a second i was unhaunted.  ❞ ❝  you are sunlight through a window, which i stand in, warmed.  ❞ ❝  there’s something electric in your blood.  ❞ ❝  you say you are broken,   but broken mirrors like you create the most beautiful patterns of light.  ❞ ❝  time doesn’t obey our commands.  ❞ ❝  i love you quite passionately, and with a touch of tragedy.  ❞ ❝  to feel anything deranges you. to be seen feeling anything strips you naked.  ❞ ❝  i love you --- like a storm bursts overhead --- i must confess it; all the more fiercely because you burn and bite.  ❞ ❝  and i have seen rivers, not unlike you, that failed to find their way back.  ❞ ❝  i am less a god now that you’ve touched me.  ❞ ❝  your words are gentle; but my blood runs cold to think what plots you may be nursing deep within your heart.  ❞ ❝  you said i killed you --- haunt me then.  ❞ ❝  your soul is frail and solemn, loyal and spring-like.  ❞ ❝  you look like you’ve eaten the sun, like you drank so much sunlight you’re drowning in it.  ❞ ❝  strangeness is a necessary ingredient in beauty.  ❞ ❝  you will hear thunder and remember me.  ❞ ❝  ever think it’s possible for us to be happy?  ❞ ❝  and i would wonder across all the deserts of this world, even after death, to search for you.  ❞ ❝  since we’re bound to be something, why not together?  ❞ ❝  i am ashes were once i was fire.  ❞ ❝  this mouth will destroy you the moment you mistake it for something soft, for something that is yours.  ❞ ❝  it’s no easy thing to bear, the weight of sweetness.  ❞ ❝  kill the light! i’d rather wallow in the dark.  ❞ ❝  i have thought of you often since the darkness.  ❞ ❝  with your presence the sun becomes irrelevant.  ❞ ❝  there is no god left in this skin. there’s just the ash. just the ash.  ❞ ❝  open your eyes, look more sharply, see me as i am.  ❞ ❝  what the hell is tragedy? i am.  ❞ ❝  i’ve got a lot of feeling for you. you’re kind.  ❞ ❝  how beautiful it is, how beautiful, that glow before the stars break.  ❞ ❝  so much to do today: kill memory, kill pain, turn heart into a stone, and yet prepare to live again.  ❞ ❝  i am myself. that is not enough.  ❞ ❝  i may be mad, god-seized, but i will stand outside my madness.  ❞ ❝  my power, which to me is still a curse ---  ❞ ❝  ocean sea with its caressing swell; it has so often cooled my heart.  ❞ ❝  do you bathe in perfume, and dry yourself in light?  ❞ ❝  i like you; your eyes are full of language.  ❞ ❝  let me tell you what i do know.    i am more than one thing and not all of those things are good.  ❞ ❝  you are the cause and the cure --- both.  ❞ ❝  i have kisses for the back of your neck.  ❞ ❝  your beautiful glance is unbearably cruel.  ❞ ❝  we might meet again, someday between dreams at dawn.  ❞ ❝  suffering is a terrible fire; it either purifies or destroys.  ❞ ❝  lately it hurts more to imagine you are a stranger rather than a destroyer.  ❞ ❝  and i say to myself: a moon will rise from my darkness.  ❞ ❝  since you walked out on me, i’m getting lovelier by the hour. i glow like a corpse in the dark.  ❞ ❝  i will not whine. i will obey and be forever still.  ❞ ❝  you move like the moon.  ❞ ❝  my eyes ache with the weight of unshed tears.  ❞ ❝  in your eyes, the fires of twilight.  ❞ ❝  do not haunt my soul; i have done well forgetting you.  ❞ ❝  i am no one. i cannot love. it’s in my blood.  ❞ ❝  you’re wearing your armor to protect your heart. who can blame you? it only makes sense in a world like this one.  ❞ ❝  you are not real. you are a dream of a dream.  ❞ ❝  there are so many things i’m not allowed to tell you.  ❞ ❝  i am indeed a shameless, evil-minded and abominable creature.  ❞ ❝  come this evening --- i am eager for stars.  ❞ ❝  i am on fire with that soft sound you make, in uttering my name.  ❞ ❝  i want you mostly in the morning when my soul is weak from dreaming.  ❞ ❝  to me you are the desert and the sea; everything secretive.  ❞ ❝  i thought i was wounded to the core but i was only bruised.  ❞ ❝  it is a dead heart. it is inside of me. it is a stranger.  ❞ ❝  i live --- but i’m mutilated.  ❞ ❝  if there is a light then i am going to swallow it.    if there is a god then i’m going to make him cry.  ❞ ❝  i am condemned to be a saint or a monster: unable to be the one, unwilling to be the other.  ❞ ❝  you will open your wounds and make them a garden.  ❞ ❝  i come home --- and i feel like a ghost returning its haunt.  ❞ ❝  i planted roses, but without you they were thorns.  ❞ ❝  everything inside me is in revolt.  ❞ ❝  how this darkness soaks me through and through.  ❞ ❝  give me my robe, put on my crown; i have immortal longings in me.  ❞ ❝  say something dangerous like i love you.  ❞ ❝  listen, are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?  ❞ ❝  in times of crisis, we must decide again and again whom we love.  ❞ ❝  breathe the scent of little, earthly things. let the twilight touch you.  ❞ ❝  my heart is just like the ocean, has storm and calm and tides.  ❞ ❝  you became for me a sacred being, not to be touched save in adoring thoughts.  ❞ ❝  gods are stubborn. so am i.  ❞ ❝  is it better to out-monster the monster or to be quietly devoured?  ❞ ❝  there’s something soft in me. i killed it and it’s rotting.  ❞ ❝  beware. beware. there is a tenderness.  ❞ ❝  half gods are worshipped in wine and flowers. real gods require blood.  ❞ ❝  i’m alive. like a wound, a flower in the flesh, the path of aching blood is open within me.  ❞ ❝  you dangle on the leash of your own longing; your need grows teeth.  ❞ ❝  i have it in me...to scare myself with my own desert places.  ❞ ❝  my mouth still houses century-old magic.     in my ears i hear a ringing and singing and no god.  ❞ ❝  keep talking. i’ll keep walking toward the sound of your voice.  ❞ ❝  i’m full of poetry now. rot and poetry. rotten poetry.  ❞ ❝  this skin is sick with loneliness.  ❞ ❝  memories are sharp. they bite. i have spent most of my life trying to grow a thicker skin just to make sure i would not bleed out whenever i felt those teeth scrape up against me.  ❞ ❝  i wonder if i will ever find a language to speak of the things that haunt me the most.  ❞ ❝  after fury, what do you do with the remains?  ❞ ❝  come on, dance with me. the earth is spinning. we can’t just stand on it.  ❞ ❝  let’s admit, without apology, what we do together.  ❞ ❝  try to find the right place for yourself. if you can’t find it, at least dream of it.  ❞ ❝  it takes grace to remain kind in cruel situations.  ❞ ❝  i am too full of life to be half-loved.  ❞ ❝  today you want nothing because wanting comes too close to feeling.  ❞ ❝  there’s nothing more terrible, more alluring, more mysterious than love.  ❞ ❝  heavenly wine and roses seem to whisper to me when you smile.  ❞ ❝  my soul is devoutly and wholly under your spell.  ❞ ❝  will you see the human in my being?  ❞ ❝  if i had a flower for every time i thought of you…i could walk through my garden forever.  ❞ ❝  part broken part whole, you begin again.  ❞ ❝  i don’t know if love’s a feeling. sometimes i think it’s a matter of seeing. seeing you.  ❞ ❝  i wonder which will get you killed faster, your loyalty or your stubbornness?  ❞ ❝  whether you come as a lover or an exeutioner, i am ready to receive you.  ❞ ❝  i think i understand your longing. it looks so much like mine.  ❞ ❝  i’ve had so many knives stuck into me. when they hand me a flower, i can’t quite make out what it is.  ❞ ❝  i like the sea: we understand one another. it is always yearning, sighing for something it cannot have; so am i.  ❞ ❝  do i not live? badly, i know, but i live.  ❞ ❝  something of you stuck with me. a splinter.  ❞ ❝  i clung to your hands so that something human might exist in the chaos.  ❞ ❝  sometimes i shut my eyes, and shut my heart towards you, and try hard to forget you because you grieve me so, but you’ll never go away. oh you never will.  ❞ ❝  my golden love, if only you knew, what precious honey you are for me.  ❞ ❝  i had an old wound once, but it is healing.  ❞ ❝  always this in-betweenness, this almost, this it might be that...  ❞ ❝  when i close my eyes, i see you. when i open my eyes i want to see you.  ❞ ❝  dark as it is --- you see, that little flickering, is the light of my soul.  ❞ ❝  am i a monster or is this what it means to be a person?  ❞ ❝  i am talking about evil. it blooms. it eats. it grins.  ❞ ❝  sapphires are those eyes of yours, ravishingly sweet.  ❞

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