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Dcxdp Danny phantom and klarion are friends.
Danny as the ghost king who loves to prank loves teaching a younger appearance klarion all kinds of fun gags and tricks of magical nature. It's like the younger sibling he always wanted. And is a nice break from some of his royal duties. But things have been a little busier than usual they haven't gotten to really get out and have fun. Danny is 30 looks 20. Klarion is looking 14. But in the thousands for age.
Klarion is bored and upset. He wants time with Danny to himself. No interruption from clockwork or the eternal. Other ghosts. No one. It's not fair. He needs a plan to sneak Danny out of the infinite realm, hide him and not be the fall guy when they get caught. Because it's clockwork they will be caught it's the when. He needs someone else to do the summoning work. But who and how.
He lands on John Constantine. Clockwork doesn't like him much. And Danny inherited all the old kings claims. So he be able use that if things got dicey. And klarion is not a fan either of the jerk. To buddy buddy with nabou. So he has a fall guy to blame for the summoning. Just needs to setup a prank so good that John thinks he has no choice but to summon someone who could destroy the world.
Takes him a week to land on act like I'm gonna do it so he has to first. Easy. And he can brag to a bunch of villains to really drive the urgency. Perfect.
Plan worked like a charm. Maybe to good though. John got a bunch of heroes to help. No good no good. John is lieing to his super jerk friends. Klarion can see the seal. It will make Danny weaker and lock him to the jerk like a dog on a leash. Not to the artifact he said they could lock him away with. He's gotta fix this quick. He drops in the pawns he recruited to distract. While discreetly changing the ruin on the summoning without mucking it up so it doesn't work. All while fighting zantana, and racing the circle lighting up.
The summoning is completed. But something obviously went very very wrong. Klarion has teakle distract zantana while he goes over the summoning again to see what he shifted. Oopsie. The ruin for shrinking power turned to shrinking age. But thats ok. It can be fixed later. Maybe. Probably. He didn't get the teather changed before it set. But that's an easy fix by killing Constantine. But his friend is here. And now they can really play. So it's all good. Klarion is ecstatic. So much so teakle runs to him as he shrinks causing one of the supers to over swing on an attack on his familiar.
But Danny needs a minute. As he blinks wearily on his feet. Rubbing at his face. Ugh summoning. He hates summoning. And this had to be a strong one. Because he couldn't resist like most of them. Whatever once the brain fog clears he'll be good and can really give the jerks who did a real stern talking to. Or maybe he'll scare them. That sounds better. Standing infront of him is a blonde man looking like a dirty drunk cop dective from TV. Who is gapping at him as a cigarette burns on the ground at his feet. This guy has to be like a gaint too cause Danny has to really crane his head back to look up at his face. There is a bunch of commotion going on but he's to focuses on this weird feeling he has towards this weirdo. Who seems like he's confused. Maybe it was an accident. Whatever. Danny still isn't happy. He puts his hands on his hips. "Hey jerk face! What do you think your doing?" Then Danny's eyes went wide. "Oh by the ancients is that my voice! What's wrong with my voice!" Danny now clutched his throat before waving his arms wildly at the creepy man. "What did you to me you weirdo! I sound like a baby!"
"It a bloody fucking child."
"It's bad to cuss infront of kids Constantine." Someone else says outside the circle.
Danny's head snaps their direction. Danny's eyes widen as he puts his hand into view looking at himself panic taking over and he looks around at all these tall people looking at him or fighting. He opens his mouth to scream in fear or frustration he doesn't know till he hears a voice he recognizes.
"Don't wail, don't wail!" Danny closes his mouth and looks around for the source.
"Klarion?"
"Sorry my bad. I messed up change the circle so it wouldn't weaken you. And well oopsie " klarion rushed into the circle hugging little Danny tight. "But you are here. So now we can play." Klarion gasped as he pulled back from Danny. "I can be the big brother now!"
"Noooooo, klarion I was already a little brother. I wanted to be a big brother more." Danny whined. His white hair flopping over as he rolled his head in complaint.
"To bad. I'm the big brother now. We are gonna have so much fun. You just have to get rid of this looser so we can go do our thing." Klarion gestured towards Constantine.
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A Day With Jay- (Jason Todd x sister reader, Bruce Wayne x daughter reader) Bruce is left with no other choice but to leave his youngest child in the care of his second eldest
Welcome Home- (Batfamily x batsis!reader) You were the one to make the decision to run away all of those years ago, so you really have no one to blame but yourself for the situation you now find yourself in
↳ Now That You’re Home- (Batfamily x batsis!reader) After finally getting home, things can’t be expected to go back to normal right away. You were gone for far too long
Hey Brother- (Batfamily x batsis!reader) Family strengths are always proven in the worst situations
Way the Cookie Crumbles- (Batfamily x child reader) There’s a tradition your family has, and it’s about time you introduce it to the newest member of your chaotic family
Rooftop Run- (Jason Todd x sister reader, Dick Grayson x sister reader) Your practice runs late, but turns out you weren’t even at practice. And your two older brothers start to worry
Family Dinner and Other Catastrophes- (Batfamily x batsis!reader) You didn’t exactly know what to expect when you brought your girlfriend to meet your family for the first tim
Little Flinches- (Damian Wayne x best friend reader, Batfamily x teen reader) A change in your behavior makes Damian begin to question things
Back Again- (Jason Todd x sister reader) Jason was back, but there was one person he was the most terrifed of seeing
Disaster Twins- (Batfamily x batsis!reader) When Bruce adopted you and your brother, he didn’t expect for as much chaos to ensue as it did
History Repeats Itself- (Batfamily x reader platonic) You go to your best friends with news, but their reactions are less than pleasing
Silent Night- (Batfamily x reader platonic) During a small Christmas get together, you were asked an unexpected question
Holiday Secret- (Batfamily x reader platonic) You give Damian a very unexpected surprise for the holidays
Holiday Hero- (Damian Wayne x reader platonic) You presented Damian with a gift before giving him the heartbreaking news
Most Wonderful Time- (Batfamily x reader platonic, Wanda Maximoff x daughter reader, Vision x daughter reader) An idea came to you suddenly about the flashbacks you had been having of your past life <crossover>
Sleigh Ride- (Damian Wayne x reader platonic) Damian wasn’t happy when he heard who you were spending Christmas with
Tis the Season- (Damian Wayne x reader platonic) Things get to be too much during Damian’s Christmas party
Possession- (Batfamily x batsis!reader, John Constantine x reader platonic) Nobody believed you when you told them there was a demon, but it wasn’t exactly a good thing that you were able to prove them wrong
Twice Cursed- (Batfamily x reader platonic) You aren’t able to hear as well as normal, and it freaks you out
Heartbreak- (Batfamily x batsis!reader) You’ve been in love with this boy forever, but he doesn’t return your feelings
What They’re For- (Dick Grayson x reader platonic) You were always the best friend that Dick needed, even if he didn’t always deserve it
Sulking at the Gala- (Batfamily x batsis!reader) You absolutely hate going to galas. You’re always miserable during them… right?
Never Grow Up- (Batfamily x batsis!reader) Your family might have grown over the years, but your bond always stayed the same
Safe With You- (Jason Todd x sister reader) Jason tried to keep you safe, he really did
Promotion Rejections- (Bruce Wayne x reader platonic) There is a sense of respect between you and Batman
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Hello and happy Sunday, friends! I hope it's been a great week for everyone! It's been hot as balls here with humidity to match, so I've been holed up inside perfecting my hermit-ism (I am a legendary hermit, I legit have messages in my inbox asking if I'm still alive.😂)
With that being said, I've been working on a lot in my moments of mental clarity! Not only with stuff here, but I'm getting back into photography as well, so I guess that's exciting 😬. I'm also working on a character profile for Kyla, my OC from HCTS that I'm fairly pumped about.
Okay, below is the stuff I beckoned you for 🤣😘. I guess you could expect at least one of these this coming week, hopefully maybe probably. Per usual, there's more than six sentences and everything is subject to change and probably will because helloooooooooo, it's me. 🤷♀️
One bad word below (thanks, Kyla.)
In this part of HCTS, Bastien asks Liam if he'd like him to contact authorities (regarding Constantine's whereabouts), Liam says we don't want the same thing happening as last time. So, I wrote a little one shot to fill in that blank. 😬 It's called An Apple A Day.
After a time, a loud engine could be heard in the distance. As it got closer, Liam realized it was a semi hauling something to them. The truck stopped a ways away and started backing up. He saw what it was that was being carried, but had no time to register it as the trailer started heading directly for one of the statues at the entrance to the garden.
"No no no–" Liam started, but the loud shatter as the marble hit pavement cut him off. The driver got out and apologized profusely, to which Liam could only clench his jaw and nod. It wasn't that the statue was important, the issue was the gathered press still taking pictures of the ordeal; he knew he was going to have to get creative to try and explain this.
Next, here's a peak into the next part of Here Comes The Sun ☀
Kyla handed Constantine his pole and he took it with wide eyes. “You didn’t tell me you were a professional! That was record time!”
Kyla shrugged. “I guess it’s one of the only good things I picked up from being raised in Farmville.” She chuckled.
A bark of laughter escaped Constantine, but he started coughing immediately after. Kyla quickly grabbed a bottle of water and handed it to him with a concerned expression. He took a swig, inhaled a few deep breaths, and finally calmed himself. He sat his drink down, grabbed his pole, and launched his line into the water as if nothing happened at all.
Kyla stood watching his every move, unsure of what to do. The pollen probably isn’t doing any good for his lungs. We should go back. Constantine sat back down in his chair and rested the pole close beside him; he let out a content sigh, closed his eyes, and raised his head to look up at the sky. He looks so fucking relaxed… Trent didn’t come down here, so maybe this is fine. Yeah… this is fine. I’m not going to mess this up for him.
Last, here's a excerpt from Ghosted titled The Apple Banquet.
“No.” Bertrand firmly responded as he pulled himself from Maxwell’s embrace, “You are not to blame here whatsoever Maxwell… In fact, I may be more at fault here than you..." He took a deep breath and quietly said, "I… I'm afraid I may need to come clean about something…"
Maxwell immediately moved and stood next to Liam with a furrowed brow. Liam felt his heart rate increase and stepped forward instantly. "What do you mean?"
"I… I worry you may find out anyway during your investigation, and I feel after my other atrocious actions I may as well come clean and take my punishment."
Bertrand was suddenly yanked up from his seat by Liam's strong hands. Liam held Bertrand by the collar of his sweater and pulled his face to eye level, nearly lifting him off his feet. "What did you do?"
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I don't know who I'm supposed to tag, so everyone is getting it lololol. However, please consider this your open invitation to share anything you may be working on, and please make sure to tag me in return if you do! (No pressure, but FEEL ALL THE PRESSURE 🙃)
Ghosted tags - @ao719 @txemrn @imashybish @queenrileyrose @kingliam2019 @riseandshinelittleblossom @dcbbw @tessa-liam @twinkleallnight @amandablink @cordonia-gothqueen @sfb123 @jared2612 @harleybeaumont @bebepac @charlotteg234 @busywoman @malblk21 @angelasscribbles @bascmve01 @iaminlovewithtrr @hopelessromanticmonie @mysticalfangirl @umccall71 @fuckitweball0000 @differenttyphoonwerewolf @lovingchoices14 @emersyn-in-cordonia @aussiegurl1234 @karahalloway @the0afnan
HCTS tags - @ao719 @queenrileyrose @tessa-liam @angelasscribbles @kingliam2019 @differenttyphoonwerewolf @bascmve01 @busywoman @belencha77 @mysticalfangirl @nestledonthaveone @lovingchoices14 @lunaseasblog @malblk21 @sfb123 @twinkleallnight @emersyn-in-cordonia @walkerdrakewalker @tinkie1973 @queenmiarys
#the royal romance#king liam#liam rys#choices the royal romance#trr#choices trr#trr au#choices#liam x riley#liam x oc#trr liam x oc#liam x mc#ghosted#here comes the sun#six sentence sunday
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The cat of dreams. Chapter 7
Pairing: Morpheus x FemaleReader
Rating: PG
Words: 1600
It past already a few more days, when I tried to write and waited for Melody to check me by. And when I sounded knocking on the door, I thought it was her.
“You are right about the time”, I started, but words died when I saw with fear that it was Corinthian. He was standing so casually as if he just paid me a visit.
“I found you”, he smirked.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, trying to figure out what should I do. Melody won’t help me. It only endangered her. Should I call somehow Morpheus? Or trying to talk this guy not to murder me?
“I was looking for you obviously”, he said. “I didn’t expect that, so it took some time”.
“Why did you look for me?” I asked. “And how did you find me?”
“Are not you going to invite me into the cup of coffee?” he smirked again.
“No”, I said. “I don’t invite suspected people, who follow me”, it was bold. “What do you want really”.
“I am looking for your black cat”, he said.
“I gave it away to my friend”, I replied. “I don’t have it anymore. So you can stop following me. Goodbye”.
“Yes, I could figure it out”, he said. “But perhaps, you can…arrange our meeting”.
“Meeting?” I asked. “With a cat?”
“Yes”, he smiled. “Perhaps, he got quite attached to you”.
“I don’t think so”, I said. “It’s impossible. And you are breaking my vocation”.
I tried to close the door in front of him. But he stopped me and tried to get in. I didn’t know how he find out where I am. I hoped Melody is alright. And I was afraid of what he can do to me.
“I just want to talk he said and broke in”, he said. “You know that he wasn’t the cat actually. I need you to call him”.
“I can’t do it”, I replied. “I didn’t see him since he left me”.
“Oh, I am sure, he will come to your rescue”, he said.
I thought a glimpse of the light, and it turned out to be a knife. I felt like I can’t breathe. I need to go away from it. And I tried to run in desperation. But he quickly caught me.
“Get away from here!” I heard a voice. It wasn’t Morpheus. And it wasn’t Melody. It was a young woman with dark hair.
She began to read something in Latin and it stopped Corinthian. I couldn’t lose a chance and run away. He was surprised but not for long.
“I’m not a demon, you can’t hurt me”, he smirked.
“We are going to find out it”, said the woman. “I just need to stop you for some time. I am sure I can do this”.
“No human will stop me”, Corinthian said.
“And I’m not just a human”, she said. “Run”. She said to me and began to recite some spells in Latin again.
The nightmare tried to fight it, but it was hard for him.
“Maybe, some seal will stop him”, I suggested.
But it would take time, and he will try to catch me. Then I quickly took a log, that was lying near the cabin, quickly moved to him, and strike his head. He fell on the floor. Good, the nightmare can be hit unconscious.
“Smart girl”, said the woman. “He won’t be unconscious for long, so we need to seal him or tie him up”.
We found the rope somewhere in the cabin and she tied him up. Then she stood up and looked at me. She was young and pretty.
“You came just in time”, I said. “Thank you! But…who are you?”
“Johanna Constantine”, she smiled. “Dream of the Endless sent me to help you. I was following this bastard, but he was clever and quick”.
Morpheus didn’t forget about me. This thought made me happy somehow. It means that he should come back.
“You know him?” I asked. “Did you see him?”
“Yes, he found me, because I have something of his stuff”, she replied. “And then he asked me to watch out for you”.
“Is he going to come?” I asked.
She looked at me with understanding just like Lucienne.
“You are in love”, she said. “With him”.
“What?”I blushed, but I realized that she was right. I did fall in love with him. That is why I missed him so much.
“I saw that look before”, Johanna smiled. “And I can’t blame you. He is so hot, handsome, and mysterious. Just be careful. Relationships with some supernatural creatures often don’t end up well. Though he cares for you”.
“Oh”, I said. “I…didn’t think about a relationship yet”.
“He should come”, she answered my question. “At least to take this guy”.
“Can I offer you tea?” I asked. “Or coffee. While we are waiting”.
“There is no need for waiting”, suddenly Morpheus appeared just near the cabin. “Thank you, Constantine, for keeping her safe”.
“You owned me, Dream of the Endless”, she smiled and prepared to walk away, but I stopped her. I need to do something else.
“Johanna, can you please check if my friends are okay?” I asked. “Corinthian have to get this knowledge from someone”.
“Of course, but you will own me too”, she smiled.
“Then you need to leave me a number”, I smiled back.
“I will find you”, she smirked and walked away.
And then I can look at Morpheus, who was watching me. He was as handsome as before. And he was mysterious in his dark coat.
“Do you want to court her?” he asked.
“What?” I laughed. “No, I just thought she can be a good ally or a friend”.
“Oh”, he said. Is that a relief?
“I’d rather be courted by you”, I smiled. “I thought I won’t see you again”.
“It can be a dangerous idea”, he admitted.
“What? Not seeing you again?” I asked.
“No”, he replied. “Me courting you”.
“Why?” I asked. “Because of some stupid rules?”
“They are not stupid”, Morpheus said. “Look, we are not even in a relationship yet, and you are already in danger because of me”.
“And you saved me”, I smiled. “Or sent Johanna to save me”.
He touched my cheek and the skin was electrified where he touched me. I was yearning to kiss him. He was even more ethereal and handsome now.
“It’s still a risk”, he whispered, still touching my skin.
“It’s a risk I’m willing to take”, I replied.
And then he kissed me. His lips were so soft, warm, and gentle. He cupped my head with his hands and I melt into his touch. And if someone asked me, I would say it was worth the danger and the risk.
I could kiss him all night, but then Corinthian coughed. He soon will wake up. And Morpheus made a step back.
“I should take care of him first”, he said. “Before he hurts someone else”.
“Are you going to come back?” I asked.
“As soon as possible”, he smiled softly. “My kingdom needs the repair after my absence. But I will try to find time”.
“I will wait for you then”, I smiled back and kissed his cheek.
He smiled again, then turned to Corinthian and in the whirl of sand, took the nightmare with him. His kiss still lingers on my lips.
“Olivia!”, I heard Melody’s voice. “Oh my god, are you alright? What happened?”
“I’m fine, what happened to you”, she said. “Someone knocked me, while I was working. Then a woman helped me”.
“I’m so glad, you are…alright”, I sighed. “It’s this guy that followed me. He found me here somehow. But that woman, Johanna, saved me. Then Morpheus came and took him away”.
“Morpheus? The man you like?” she asked.
“Yes, and he also kissed me”, I smiled dreamily.
“You are over hills in love, friend”, she smirked. “So you are not in danger anymore?”
“I think so”, I replied. “But I need to call my other friends. That guy knew where to find me. And I need to know how. Did you tell anyone that I’m here?”
“No”, she said. “Maybe someone could overhear our conversation?”
I called Jodie and she said, that one guy asked about me. And then someone broke into my house. I sighed.
“Perhaps, he followed me home and then noticed that I went away”, he said. “Perhaps, he found some notes that could lead him here”, I said.
“He broke in and followed you”, Melody was scared. “He is more dangerous than I thought. You should call the police”.
“There is no need any more”, I said. “Morpheus took care of him. I don’t think this man will bother me ever again”.
“So do you need me to stay with you tonight?” she asked. “Or are you going to wait for your mysterious prince tonight?”
“I don’t think he will come tonight”, I sighed. “So I will highly appreciate your company”.
“I just need you to move to another cabin”, Melody said. “I can’t stay here, knowing that that psychopath attacked you here”.
I didn’t mind and with her help, we moved to another cabin. Melody ordered food and asked one of her coworkers to keep an eye on whoever wanted to interrupt us.
“So, are you going to return home now, when everything ends, or stay till the end of vocation?” she asked.
“I think I stay”, I replied. “I don’t want to return home after a break-in. Not yet. But I desperately want to see Morpheus”.
“I can help you with distraction”, she smiled. “And I’m sorry you weren’t safe”.
“We couldn’t predict it”, I said. “Don’t blame yourself. He was dangerous. I’m glad, he didn’t hurt you”.
“Well, my head doesn’t agree with it”, she said.
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so, me being me and having to read everything and watch everything the man is in, just so i can form my own opinions on it, i went and watched seasons four through six of dc's legends of tomorrow. i saw the first season and some of the second when it was initially airing, but no john in that, so.
i don't think i could ever imagine someone other than matt ryan portraying john, and i think that's? pretty unanimous across the community. i don't think i've seen anyone be like "he's TERRIBLE for john constantine". i watched constantine when it was originally airing ( when i was just a little thirteen year old </3 i blame him for the way i turned out ), which took me down this rabbit hole, but this post is about legends, so here goes.
i think one of the things i didn't like was that john was on a team to begin with. once i got past that, i enjoyed a lot of the characters- like sara lance, who i loved to begin with from arrow and stuff, nate heywood, who just seems to be the guy everyone likes and this general force of positive, "roll with it" kind of energy that i liked and how he took things with stride but this isn't about him, charlie who is a punk rock fate with the coolest outfits and a mostly strong will and incredible defiance and when she left i was kicking and screaming but at least she is happy, and zari 1.0 who became my wife from the moment she started speaking which is partially probably the reason why i really did not like zari 2.0.
anyways, i really like the references to hellblazer, whether they were slim or not. for example, they mentioned the whole "killer" thing from his father. which brings me to the scene that made me like. cry a lot. genuine tears in my eyes. where john is at a bar, and his mother is on the other side of the counter and he went there just to see her. granted, he gets kicked out for trying to kick his dad so hard in the balls that he never has kids, but paradox, as zari so loveily explains ( sorry i am in love with her. it shattered my heart when she almost got married. nate's on thin ice, he's lucky i like him ). BUT THEN MY WIFE GOES AND GIVES HIM A PHOTO OF JOHN AND HIS MOM LOOKING HAPPY TOGETHER. what a lovely woman.
this post is meant to be about john, so forgive my tangents on zari, love of my life.
ANYWAY. there was this. i also particularly enjoyed john's insistence on wearing his own little outfit ( trenchcoat. tie. you know, his usual ) around all the time, throughout time periods, because he's a bit of a weirdo. either he has twenty of the same outfit or he doesn't shower. i am choosing the former. but they do have this moment that i found kind of heartwarming, where he puts on the camp counselor uniform for "the kids" he claims, but then literally within the first twenty minutes of the episode, he's back in his old attire and running around bullying people and hypnotizing children. seems to me he reverted back to his bullying kids self. then he gave his life force to save a kid, and almost died in the process. which he says something like "i'm not letting another kid die" as a reference to astra. i liked this, but seeing john in a camp counselor uniform made me go "whaaaaat".
when ray ended up in hell and john went to go get him, he comes to a choice of saving astra or ray and immediately, without hesitation, he chose astra. this decision doesn't seem to affect ray much later on though, and i am honestly not sure if he remembers it even though it showed both his spirit and young astra's, though it could have easily been some sort of illusion or whatever. honestly, i think he'd do it again. and i liked that there was this little anticipation where everyone is like "oh, he wouldn't, right? he wouldn't leave ray here." yes he would. and he did. even if it was only temporary.
there are references to his lung cancer, but in hellblazer, the man not only smokes after he's cured of his lung cancer through absolute deceit and gets revenge on gabriel afterwards, but he smokes during it, if i recall correctly. nothing could get that man to give up a cigarette. hell, there was a point in hellblazer where he was literally only going to save the world because there was going to be a lack of cigarette shipments if he didn't ( then, you know, everyone showed up and that changed ). which is why i think, even though it'd be great if this idiot stopped smoking, it was weird to have him stop smoking as a result and to have fucking zari 2.0 ( hm. i still really do not like her. i do not think i will be persuaded to like her. ) get him on a juice cleanse. you're going to sit there and tell me he was attracted to this girl who is a social media influencer BUT HE WASN'T ATTRACTED TO THE FIRST ZARI? fake. on his part. i just didn't see their relationship. i didn't like it. but then again, i don't really agree with most john ships. regardless. this one i really did not like.
then the ending of season six, i think they just wanted a way to get him off the show. i know he lost his magic, but the addiction, the fact he went cold turkey, then got? what? taken over by his "evil" subconcious and went and betrayed the legends, even though he's supposed to love zari 2.0 soooo much? yeah, no. i mean, john does do what benefits him, but i don't think he would have so readily injected something into his veins from a guy he knew was not a good guy and would definitely do something to get him out of commission without some sort of backup plan to save himself and scam the other guy, because that's what he does. show me his reputation, because this isn't all it is, heartless betrayals after confessing his love to some random social media influencer. then he became a mushroom, then he died, then he came back, then he ran off and? didn't even go back to his own time? so i don't really know what happened to him or where he ran off to. i am quite honestly so fucking confused about his send off.
anyways, if you don't focus on characterization too much, it's an enjoyable show, and while it's fun, it's really fucking confusing and i'm still not sure i'm quite understanding the plot in it's entirely because honestly that show felt like i was smoking something without actually smoking it. if that makes any sense to anyone.
#john constantine#dc's legends of tomorrow#ZARI <3#zari 2.0.#sorry idk how else to differentiate the zaris#sara lance#nate heywood#charlie#idk man its long but ngl i was so fucking confused 90% of this show#it's fun! just confusing#no it wasn't confusing because i didn't watch season 3#it was confusing in general
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Will you finish the vampire Damian fic?
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Damian looked around the small diner, taking in the eclectic decor with a curious expression. Not that she blamed him, a hole-in-the-wall place like this probably wasn’t his usual fare. Raven smirked at him from behind her coffee cup, watching as his eyes darted from wall to wall, taking in the kitschy decor. Above the diner counter, there was a framed picture of the Virgin Mary hanging next to a picture of JFK, both of them staring condescendingly at the couple in the booth by the window. His lips twisted a little before he glanced back at her, obviously waiting for her to say something.
She took a long sip of coffee, letting him stew in silence and his own thoughts as a kind of half-punishment. There was something almost satisfying about watching him try to piece together her life since she’d left. It was a world he had been a part of for so long, and now he seemingly knew nothing about her. Damian was going to have to learn about who she was all over again, and he had no one to blame but himself.
"You look overwhelmed.”
"No, not really. I just never took you for a greasy diner person."
He finally looked back at her, and Raven watched as his features softened just a fraction. A muscle ticked in his jaw and he reached for his own coffee, taking a slow sip. Raven watched as bright, morning light slid over his verdant, green eyes. It was disgusting how beautiful he was, and she felt an old, familiar shiver slide down her spine. It was the same shiver she felt every time they had a moment alone together in the tower. Every half-smile he sent her, every soft-spoken affirmation, every casual touch - that fluttering shiver he gave her was still there after all those years.
And it frustrated her to no end. She wanted to be angry at him, and he deserved her ire after everything that had happened between them. But… seeing him again, hearing his low voice, watching the way he looked at her… it made her want to forget the things that happened all those years ago. She wanted to forgive him.
"So…"
She glanced at Damian and watched as the sun lit up his warm, olive skin. Her heart turned over and she took a small, calming breath, sipping on her coffee. “So?”
“What’s next?”
“Well, we’ll need to go to Bialyia first to get a few supplies, and then we’ll need to go to Markovia and track down your… ah, sire?” She shrugged and shook her head. “The spell is easy enough to cast, but we need to find whoever you fought and force their consent to allow you to turn you back. And you can’t… eat anything until we do that.”
Damian gave her a flat stare. “I wasn’t planning on it.”
“Based on how long we’ll be gone, it’s going to be pushing the limits of your strength of will.” Raven took another bite. “And… I’m going to need to reach out to Constantine.” The name tasted like bile in her mouth. “Unfortunately.”
“You don’t sound so happy about that.” Damian lifted an eyebrow. “You always complain about him, what is it between you two.” He glanced across the table at her, leveling a dark stare. “Another friend? One who stays over?”
“No!” Raven made a face and reeled back from him. “Gods, no. Constantine is not allowed in my apartment - ever. Our history is… complicated. He took me in for a bit after I left the tower, helped mentor me and control parts of my demon. But… now some people think that we work together, and…” She sighed, remembering that while Constantine was generally an asshole, he did have a heart and he had taken care of her. “He leaves scorched earth wherever he goes.”
“Ah… scorched earth. I get it.” Damian stared at her still. “I’ve heard, and not just from you.”
“That’s pretty common. Constantine wants to try to protect the world, but he’s adept at making bad decisions, and honestly he’s kind of a dick to everyone he meets, so I have to tread lightly wherever I go. I’m never sure who he’s pissed off… or who he’s slept with. I swear that man has an ex’s list a mile long.”
Damian chuckled and Raven realized how much she missed that sound. There was something musical about it - a slow rumble of notes that sounded like far-off thunder. Her heart ached as she remembered their time together at the tower, before things had gotten complicated. She remembered laying on the roof and looking at the stars. Part of her wondered if they would have been anything outside of friends, but now was not the time to question that.
Although, she wasn't sure exactly when the right time would be to question it. Maybe never.
The silence consumed them for a while. Raven could feel his thoughts start to spiral out of control, and she reached over and tapped the back of his hand with her own. He jerked and looked over at her, his eyes narrowing.
“What?”
“You’re lost in your own thoughts over there.”
“Just… thinking.”
“About?”
“You… actually. Thinking about what happened to you after the tower.” He was so blunt about it, that it made Raven look over at him, her eyes wide.
“You’re thinking about that? Now?”
“Yes.” Damian shifted, unsure of what to say next. “I’m wondering what your life was like, after the tower. What I should have done to prevent you from leaving.”
“I appreciate the sentiment, Damian, but I’m fine. Constantine took me in for a bit, and I tutored under him and a very reluctant Zatanna. After John drove me nuts for nearly two years I left, and then opened my shop. It’s all very cut and dry.”
“I should have… I should have been there for you.” Damian sighed as if defeated. “I should have listened better."
“You listened as well as you could at the time, and you’re here admitting to your mistakes. Baby steps, Damian. You don’t need leaps and bounds to heal what’s happened between us, just a little time and some patience.” Raven stared at him with a half-smile before glancing away. “But, I appreciate the sentiment.”
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That Rare Arctic Thunderstorm: Ch19 (on AO3)
Happy Flash Vanishes in Crisis Day, one and all!!!
FULL FIC LINK HERE
“Okay, one last time, just so we’re clear.”
Cisco rubbed his sweaty hands over the front of his overshirt, nodding at Harry outside the room in the basement sublevel where both the breach and Grodd were kept. The ARGUS guards had herded the maintenance staff to the upper floors and were supposed to keep the rest of the facility safe while Team ColdFlash handled the meta-gorilla. What members of Team ColdFlash could be spared to deal with him, that was.
“Caitlin’s keeping an eye on Grodd’s vitals,” Cisco recited, straightening up. “While you help me direct the breach to the right place.” He reached into his hoodie pocket for the experimental glasses he and the Earth-2 scientist had been working on in spurts for the last few weeks. “I still think this is a really bad idea.”
“We don’t have any other choice,” Caitlin said quietly. Her shoulders were stiff and she hugged a tablet to her chest tight. “Everyone else is still helping Barry and Len evacuate and secure Iron Heights. Ronnie’s manning the Waystation alone. Well, with Constantine.”
“If that Brit can be taught how to type on a keyboard, that is,” Harry commented disapprovingly. “That spellwork of his was fascinating, but the rest of his skills seem to have peaked in the previous century.”
“Hartley shouldn’t have thrown him into our comms system like that.” Cisco made a face. “It’s not exactly beginner-friendly.”
“Neither is this.” Caitlin pressed the door panel button and they stepped into the room as one cautious unit. “Don’t forget, we have to be non-threatening and calm the whole time. If Grodd wakes up, we have to project that we’re here to help, not hurt him.”
“Hopefully, it’ll be enough to convince him not to scramble our brains.” Cisco laughed nervously. “That and seeing someone who looks like the Doctor Wells he knew.”
“Thanks for the reminder,” Harry said drily. “Let’s just get this over with.”
The room hadn’t changed since Cisco had last seen it, minus the armed ARGUS guards. On the platform right in front of the large, glowing breach, Grodd lay on a low, oversized metal table with reinforced steel wrist and ankle cuffs. He had a collar too. Several monitor wires were hooked up to him, along with a thick-tubed IV drip. Cisco recalled Caitlin and Shawna protesting the sedative dosage ARGUS had been using on Grodd, but he couldn’t blame the paramilitary organization. He still couldn’t get over how the gorilla in front of him was a lot bigger and meaner-looking than the one that he’d known before the particle accelerator explosion. The slow rise and fall of his broad, barrel-like chest made Cisco’s heart jackrabbit even faster.
“Testing! Hello, can you guys hear me?” Cecile’s voice was barely a whisper on the comms piece in Cisco’s ear. The district attorney was monitoring them from Professor Stein’s office, since Drs. McGee and Quale had to pretend nothing was wrong in front of the board.
“You can talk a lot louder than that,” Cisco told her, holding onto the railing as he climbed the short flight of steps onto the platform.
“Alerting Barry and Len has to be our last resort,” Caitlin added. “They have to know we can handle things without them too.”
READ THE REST OF THE CHAPTER HERE
#flash vanishes in crisis#this is a new holiday#oh look an update#coldflash#leonard snart#barry allen#captain cold#the flash#cw the flash#cisco ramon#caitlin snow#harry wells#grodd#gorilla grodd#fanfiction#wip update#the author regrets nothing#let's get apeshit
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20 questions for fic writers
How many works do you have on ao3?
Technically 20, not counting the Evil Story that I gave away to another writer because it was making me miserable. I have 19 under this screen name, and an anonymous one-shot posted under a different screen name that only one very clever person has successfully identified.
What's your total ao3 word count?
1,912,721.
Don't look at me. I know I have a problem.
What fandoms do you write for?
Just Lucifer (TV)
Top five fics by kudos:
Unwritten (I don't think anyone is surprised by this), currently at 3,102
Detonation, currently at 3,073
Tell Me Something I Don't Know, currently at 1,756
Unassailable, currently at 1,586
Revolution, currently at 1,318
Do you respond to comments?
I do, although I'm never really sure what to say beyond a really heartfelt thank you for reading, or to explain a character's mindset or actions if someone seems particularly upset.
What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Happy endings are a contractual condition with my demons, but there was a Maui one-shot prompt that had kind of an ambivalent one, so I suppose that one. Ourobouros.
What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
I think Revolution is the ending that makes me want to cry happy tears.
Do you get hate on fics?
I... don't think so? Most of the hateful comments I get (which are few, to be fair!) are mostly directed at specific characters or their actions, or sometimes even canon. Those either get defended, deleted, or ignored.
Do you write smut?
... unfortunately. Deckerstar is quite insistent about it.
Craziest crossover:
I don't do crossovers, unless you count Constantine popping up briefly in Unwritten.
Have you ever had a fic translated?
Not fully, though I've had a start on Detonation, and a couple of other queries. My stories are long beasts, so I really can't blame anyone for not wanting to stick with that onerous task.
Have you ever co-written a fic before?
My demons are solitary creatures, much like myself. They don't play well with others, and they have very specific ideas about how stories will go and will not be gainsaid.
Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I'm aware of. I've never looked, but I assume if someone else noticed, they would have said something.
All time favorite ship?
I'm not a big shipper, which is why it's so surprising that Deckerstar has nested so comfortably in my head.
What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
The only one I hope I never finish is the Evil story, that I managed to pawn off. I want to finish the two stories I have in progress and never start another. That's the goal. I just have to figure out how to revive my demons long enough to make that happen and then put them down again.
What are your writing strengths?
As you all know, I'm not really a writer, so I don't know that I really have strengths, but... maybe characterization? Getting their voices and mannerisms right. Probably angst?
What are your writing weaknesses?
Uh, same caveat here, but probably action. Plot. Smut. Emotion.
Thoughts on dialogue in another language?
Well, Lucifer speaks every language, so it makes sense to include some if it fits the story. I try not to use too much, because it's always going to be obvious that I'm using Google Translate. If anything, I'll let him speak some Spanish with Miss Lopez here and there, because I do speak a little bit of that.
First fandom you wrote in?
Uh, Lucifer. As Eve said, "First and only!"
Favorite fic you've written?
Rebehold the Stars, my favorite word-child!
Thanks for the tags, Kat and Sox! This was fun! I think you guys have already tagged most of the other writers I know on here... Wollf, do you do you want to play? @thewollfgang
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i’m late to watching constantine: house of mystery but i really hope that this budding trend of making john’s horrors his own mental health as punishment doesn’t become the typical thing.
that short was really just 30 minutes of trauma porn that was eventually blamed as being john’s fault because of his own trauma with his past experiences and i’m... livid. someone really sat down and wrote that john getting murdered by his loved ones over and over again for centuries was.... all his fault, in a situation that would have otherwise been a happy dream sequence? and then to have him apologize for his fucking trauma, only for him to beg for death at the end and get swallowed up by the universe? for the flashpoint plot irt apokolips war that shouldn’t have been john’s doing in the first place????
like i get it, john constantine is a tragic character, john has canon mental illness, and hellblazer content is supposed to fall into the horror genre. i get it! but this... isn’t how you do it. we need to be careful about ableism in horror. you don’t have a mentally ill character be blamed for their suffering.
#john constantine#hellblazer#constantine: house of mystery#i kinda wanted to go into how hellblazer 2019 did this too#like obviously it was written way better#but the catalyt of the run started by johns mental illness conjuring up the reality#dont attack me if my tags dont make sense im havin a drink#ALSO WANT TO TALK ABOUT HOW THEY WASTED ACTUAL HELLBLAZER 1989 STUFF ON SOME SHITTY SHORT
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Colin's brother Colt Masterson has heard from him, now it's time to talk to the other two in his office...and it doesn't start well...
A headache was starting right behind his eyes as Colton Masterson looked out of his office window to the street below. Maybe it was a tumor and would take him out quickly. The coffee in his mug wasn’t going to help much to alleviate it, nor were the ibuprofen he’d almost chewed a few seconds earlier. This day was going to be pure shit, there was no way around it. All he could do now was pray that someone assassinated his client for one of the many sins he was guilty of, no matter whether he could be proven that way in court or not As he waited for his partner and their paralegal to make it into the office, he considered hiring the assassin himself. Fuck, who was he kidding? He was considering doing it himself.
Colt had sent text messages to Dimitri Andromedev and Abbigail Cresthaven an hour ago, as soon as he’d reached the office and gotten his temper under control, a small feat in intself. He’d been on the phone with his brother, Colin, the entire way from his penthouse to the office; getting screamed at for ever having Constantin Rakeovich as a client and somehow blamed for the current situation that was transpiring with Colin’s intern. Colt had never been one to back down from Colin, he actually enjoyed pissing his brother off and did it very effectively, but this wasn’t a situation where he wanted to further antagonize the other man. There wasn’t much he could argue with what his brother was saying, and he hated that. While they were not close, hell they barely could tolerate one another, they were still the only blood that either of them had left on the planet and there was something to that. Not liking Colin was a whole lot different than tolerating someone threatening someone close to him or even his brother, himself.
As much as the Masterson brothers were vastly different, they were also very much alike. The longer the time stretched on, the more anxious Colt became and he began to pace from one side of his office to another. One hand ran over the stubble on his jaw, his elbow perched on his other forearm that was across his chest. Anyone that knew him knew this was his pensive stance, and approaching him required announcing yourself first so he didn’t take your head off for breathing. When deep in thought or ruminating on a point of a case, it was how you’d find him. What was rolling through his head now was what the fuck his brother had done to have one of his interns being tortured, most likely to death? And what was going to happen to Colin when they ran out of parts of the young woman?
This was the condition that Colt was found in when Dimitri made it into the office. Not one to be summoned, Dimitri wasn’t happy about it happening now. What had crawled up Colt’s ass to have him demanding his presence as the ass crack of dawn at the office? He had been doing surveillance work to dismantle a case against one of their clients for the entire night. It had been after 2 AM when he’d gotten home so being up and at the office less than six hours later was not making him happy. Not that the Russian was ever truly in a good mood, but this morning was especially foul.
“Trying to wear the carpet out so we have to replace it?” Dimitri stopped at the door watching Colt pace. There was something wrong, the man in front of him’s whole demeanor just screamed it. Arms crossed over his chest, until Colt shared what the fuck was going on, he was going no further. As stubborn as the Masterson brothers could be, they paled in comparison to Dimitri.
“Yeah, because that is what I wanted you here for.” The sarcastic bite in Colt’s voice had Dimitri’s brows raising, but he said nothing. “Sit down. We need to wait for Abby.” Colt’s demeanor was brusk. He wasn’t in the mood for Dimitri’s sarcasm or bitter wit this morning. Normally they had a rapport that flowed easily, but after the call from Colin, his mood and entire day, week, month, life was spiraling. He might hate his brother, but he wouldn’t wish what Colin was going through on anyone.
“I’ll stand. You pace. Get whatever is up your ass out of it before she gets here.” It was not a request, it was a command, and one that now held the heavy Russian accent that he normally hid perfectly. Dimitri’s jaw also had tensed. Many would miss it, and that would be a mistake. “Last thing she needs is your moody ass ruining her day any more than your demanding text first thing in the morning did. I still don’t know why she puts up with you.” Dimitri leaned up against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest. Colt was as tight as a bow string and if he snapped, he’d prefer there be a buffer between him and the only sane one in the office. He hadn’t been lying when he said he didn’t know why Abby put up with Colt, fuck why did she put up with him either?
Running late, Abby was the last one to the office. She’d been half way there when she’d gotten Colt’s text and she knew she would be. Normally punctual, it seemed like everything conspired against her and there seemed to be far more police on the streets than usual. Not that it mattered too much, but it meant that traffic was more snarled than usual. Add it to why she hated her commute, but loved where she lived and where she worked.
Rushing into the office, she was greeted by the sight of Dimitri’s back in Colton’s doorway. She’d worked with them for five years, and in that time she’d learned to read both of their body language. While to some Dimitri might have looked relaxed against the door frame, to her he looked like a predator who was calculating the best way to strike. That was never a good situation. The last time she’d seen him like that, they’d had to have a bookshelf in Colt’s office replaced from a client’s ex-husband being put into it.
“Oh geez! I’m the last one here. Sorry guys, I can’t seem to be anywhere on time today.” Abby hustled into her office and dropped her coat and purse in her chair before scurrying back towards where Dimitri was standing. “You can dock my pay again if this is considered late. I’m so sorry!” She hurried over, this wasn’t how she wanted the day to start.
A droll stare was cast over at Colt who had finally stopped the fucking pacing. “You dock her pay? EVER?” There was a growl to his voice, Dimitri was NOT amused by that bit of information. Good god, was the man daft? “I hope you’re paying her a ton of overtime as well then.” The woman worked long hours and while Colt was the one responsible for her pay, Dimitri figured it was far less than what she was worth. He had never considered the fact that Colt would actually dock her pay for anything, not after all this time and it just being the three of them.
A hand ran down his face as Colt looked at his partner. Great, now there would be a fight over what he paid their assistant. “No, I don’t dock her pay.” He’d told her he would, yes. He never had. He wasn’t stupid. If she left, they’d be lucky to find anyone who would last a day with their combined temperaments anymore. He knew they were damn lucky she’d stayed for the five years she had. Once she passed the bar, he had a feeling they would have to make her a partner as well, or they’d lose her. Not something he wanted to think about at the moment.
“Yes, I pay her overtime. I’m not looking to have to hire another one.” Colt swore he could hear Dimitri’s teeth grind. For someone who stood up before a judge or jury and made legal arguments for a living, that was probably the worst phrased way he could have put that. He just sighed, the hits were not going to stop coming today. He held up a hand. “Before you say a god damned word, asshole, it has NOT been a good morning, and you KNOW what I meant.” Maybe instead of someone assassinating Constantin, he could have them take him out instead.
#bending the law#my writing#original writing#chicago#fiction#new writing#original fiction#original story#writing#new chapter#chapter 7#colt#dimitri#abby#crime fiction#writeblr#my ocs
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BUSTAFELLOWS Part 5 - Scarecrow Route
Scarecrow is so cute, I love how he was even more excited for Teuta possibly winning the award and getting autograph sessions, and then he became even more nervous than her lmao. I found it adorable how they looked at the results together. Oooh the white bikini with blue denim shorts is pretty cute!! I still prefer Helvetica's since I find this one a bit plain but I guess it kinda suits Teuta haha. Honestly, when I first started Bustafellows, I thought the game was about the guys cooperating together dealing out their forms of justice hahaha. I know it's not now, but I'm kinda happy to see that Scarecrow is doing something interesting even if it's not necessarily about justice. I love how Teuta kept haggling with Scarecrow on how much money she gets for helping haha. Teuta was so reliable when she got that informant guy to talk more and verify his information source!
I wonder if Scarecrow has a split personality? Anyway, Teuta preparing a proper Christmas party for Scarecrow was so sweet!! Aww, Teuta and Scarecrow playing the piano together was cute. Lmao when he went for the kiss on the cheek as "good luck" for kissing under mistletoe right after he said he wouldn't be like Helvetica hahaha. Considering how much thought and effort Teuta put into planning the party though, I'm sure he really wanted to thank her and show how happy he was in his own shy way haha. Rather than his back story, I'm more surprised that Scarecrow's real name is actually Crow!! Anyway, I do feel bad for Scarecrow, he was young and didn't know the consequences of being a cracker for that organisation and it ended up causing him trauma due to his father's death and all the torture he went through when he told them he wanted to leave. For Scarecrow's sake, I'm glad Shu kinda exposed him and got him to open up to everyone and not feel like he has to hide everything about himself. Must have been a real shock for Scarecrow to have blamed himself for his father's death for so many years only to discover that his father is actually alive and probably the hacker that helped him back then, and is probably a slave to Constantine and them to protect Crow? I felt so terrified for Teuta when Crow gave up on struggling in the water when she was trying her best to give him air and save him.
I think it's really sweet and kind of Teuta to care more about Crow than her own well-being, but it's also very dangerous, so I'm glad Shu stopped her tbh, I mean, Crow nearly strangled her to death! It's sad that Teuta felt like she had to be strong for Crow even though she was still really scared😭 On the other hand, every time I realise how important all the guys and Teuta are to Crow and how he truly considers them family because he was all alone before and hated that makes me so sad for him. He wants to protect his family and yet something out of his control is making him endanger them instead, he must feel terrible. Even though I feel like the drama with Constantine was solved wayyy too easily for something that was supposed to be so big, I'm happy that Crow and his father Kyle are both safe and got to share their thoughts and feelings with each other so I guess it's nice. Honestly, Crow isn't my type but the confession and stuff was kinda cute I guess haha. Crow's bad ending was very sad though. Honestly, I felt like the way to get to it was dumb though, like Teuta could still have told him the code and try to "stop him" by telling him how important he is to them etc but yeah. I can understand why Crow would choose to end things knowing that his appearance and existence made his dad die "twice" and right in front of his eyes too. I think that video showing how his father begged them to let Crow go before getting killed was the worse because it was on an eternal loop, that was just cruel.
Crow may not be conventionally "cool" but I agree with Teuta, him giving her the gelato she liked more and stuff like that is cool enough for me haha. I love how Kyle and Crow are finally catching up on their father-son relationship, it was especially cute when Kyle bought Crow picture books and stuff because he wanted to give him a present but didn't know what to get, and only realised afterwards that Crow is an adult now and not a child anymore. But knowing that these books etc were things Crow's mother wanted to read to him before he was born makes the presents very sweet. Teuta and Crow bumping their teeth into each other when they try to go for their first kiss is exactly what I expect from Crow and her lollll. Sharing their first kiss alongside the New Year's fireworks is such a romantic thing, I can imagine that being one of Crow's dreams haha. Lmao when Crow said he would want to eat her sandwiches everyday and Teuta said she doesn't want to make them everyday😂😂😂 Lolll at the mud fight, they're such kids😂 I don't blame Mozu for getting mad at them, I can't imagine the mud in the car and everything omggg. Crow researching, watching videos and doing image raining to try his best to make a hamburg steak for Teuta is the cutest thing ever, I would be so touched by all that effort even if it tasted bad haha.
Overall, Crow’s route was all right. It was cute but I guess I wasn’t too into the drama in it, especially with Crow’s trauma and stuff. But I did enjoy seeing the guys work together because that’s what I really wanted to see in this game more lol. But yeah, I think it was adorable to see Teuta be with someone “less mature” and kinda grow along with but also be super silly with. He’s still not my type, but I appreciated how sweet it was to see how nervous Crow would be, but also how adorable it was to see how hard he tried to do things to make Teuta happy, he’s such a cinnamon roll haha.
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{OOC Rambles - Characters/Groups I'd LOVE to interact with - RP Blog Rules}
{Not even gonna lie, I have a LIST of characters I'd love to interact with, but if not, it's perfectly fine and I wanna rant about them. Here it is, enjoy my list, and the fact it's technically all Batman characters/DC related ones is fun-}
{Also I apologize for a LONG post, but I'm in ramble mood-}
~==Characters I'd LOVE interacting with at some point==~
-Batman Characters-
Riddler, {Due to interacting with a few/one that I'm pretty sure was pretty chill}, Scarecrow {Same deal, honestly also Crane is hella interesting}, Black Mask {I know one I haven't interacted with in a LONG time, love 'em}, Prof. Hugo Strange {Not even just because of my OCs backstory, I love and hate Strange, in a good way}, Two-Face {Cause it'd be very interesting}, Penguin {I blame loving how Gotham had him, but I'll interact with any version honestly}
Poison Ivy {Honestly, I just love Ivy as a character}, Harley {I'd prefer the version of her who isn't with the Joker, cause honestly Harley/Ivy is best couple}, Music Meister {Honest. TO. Gods. I LOVE this character}, Jeramiah Arkham {I blame a OLD RP I did somewhere else, they were pretty cool, even if my character HATED his guts.}
Mad Hatter {Any version is good, honestly, just I stay away from the creepy versions of them, aka where it goes into territory that me no likey/aka really perverted for some reason??}, Red Hood {I love Jason Todd, he's such a shit-}
The Court of Owls {O.M.F.G. I love the group as a whole, it also SCARES me, which is good}, Professor Pyg {Dude scares the shit outta me, honestly, but he fascinates me as a villain.}, Bookworm {I love a lot of the old Batman Villains, he's one of them}, Louie The Liliac {Idk what it is with guys with coloured suits-}
The Flamingo {I recently found out about this guy and I'm like- BRUH}. James Gordon {I mean come on, my character is meant to work at the GCPD, this would be fun and interesting}, Harvey Bullock {Again, pretty sure my character would know him, but it'd be up to whoever is playing him on how he feels about her},
Mr. Freeze {This man has ALL my sympathy, I love how he got his ending in the main Arkham Games, let this man be fuckin' happy-}, Catwoman {She'd be pretty cool to interact with}, Lyle Bolton {I remembered RPing with someone as him and I loved interacting with them}
Any of the Batman honestly, and their allies, they're all wonderful, and I love it when people play multiple characters, heroes, villains, all of them.
-In General DC Characters-
John Constantine {I blame a friend for getting me into him and HONEST to GODS, this right bastard of a man has been living rent free in my head for the last few weeks, all cause he kicked down the door and said he's staying-}, Zatanna {Love her, she's cool}, Any Green Lanterns {Big fan of them}. I'll add more to here as time goes on.
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{Whew, that's a list. But, I honestly would love any characters, I mostly do DC characters, BUT depending on the fandom, I will do Marvel though I know NOTHING about it minus some stuff. Any superhero characters, super villain, anti-heros, etc. all game for RP, even OCs in Gotham City in general or the DC Universe as whole}
{Whenever RPs start, just ask for rules since it will be different per session, but in general it's these as the in general interaction rules.}
No killing my character{s} without consent. {That should be obvious, it's no fun if the only character I got is dead}
2. No Mary Sues for the love of all that's holy. No one is perfect and like, I know my limitations since I want to have FUN.
3. No god-modding. {The only information that should be known really is she works at the GCPD, other information like Strange knowing is moreso from old stuff that happened and I enjoyed it, hence fuel for any of those characters to use for RPs}
4. Don't rail road the rps into uncomfortable situations, aka uncomfy irl, and control my character without consent. (Unless its a defined path/part we both have agreed to do).
5. If I say something is uncomfy to me during a RP, like OOC uncomfy, I'd rather it not continue.
6. I know y'all got traumatized characters, she's def one now, but if ya do stuff involving certain ones tag it accordingly/spoiler/allude loosely to it cause I got peeps who I follow that don't need to see that.
7. Any 'spicy' things are automatically fade to black if approved at the earliest point, mostly cause again, got peeps who don't need to see it and I just want a fade to black cause I'd rather continue from an after-point.
8. No sudden shipping, ask me about it first. {I'm perfectly fine with wholesome shipping/Fluff/Angst, that stuff is 100% fine. Cause it's hella nice and fun, and in the past she's actually been shipped with Riddler and Scarecrow, I DO remember that, but she doesn't always have to be shipped, being friends with characters first and chemistry between them is important before leaning to sailing that shipping to them.} {Now, if an old muse shows up and they happen to be one I shipped her with, absolutely you're allow to bring that ship back}
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{Other than that, there's specific rules for specific RPs that'll pop up, have a lovely day, ya'll.~ If I forgot anything, just let me know.}
#{ Ramblings }#TheGheistMistress#{ ooc }#blog rules#rp rules#{ ooc post }#{ dash commentary }#{Second original post of 2024 ayy-}
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mod!harry potter x dc
Death looks away from the universe for one second to take care of some personal business. When they look back, the multiverse is broken. They decide to send their new bridge, the Master of Death, to go and fix it.
Harry did not sign up for this.
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"So, let me get this straight."
Harry tried not to grimace. The blonde Brit who'd had the misfortune to catch Death's eye looked on the verge of an aneurysm—and really, he couldn't blame him. If he'd been told by an interdimensional sort of deity that all the suffering he'd endured throughout his lifetime was actually one giant mistake, he'd want to shoot the messenger too.
John Constantine, occult detective and twice-damned soul, massaged the side of his head. No one else could see Harry, but Constantine had applied a spell to freeze time the instant Harry had been dropped in—literally—so there were no other active humans in the rowdy bar save for the two of them.
"You're saying this," the wizard said, waving his hand to gesture to...everything, "is because your boss...blinked. And their siblings, the 'Endless', fucked over the entire multiverse in the span of that one, single blink?"
"Er," Harry said. "Pretty much."
John leaned backward over the bar. He closed his eyes. "I can't do this sober," he declared, reaching out to rummage through the shelves behind him. "Morgana's left tit!" The bottles wouldn't move. Time being frozen meant that there were some...unique restrictions on the surrounding environment.
John flopped over, splaying out on the bar. "Just kill me now," he moaned. "Why would you tell me that? Are you outta your bloody mind?!"
"I mean, the world was supposed to reach this stage eventually," Harry attempted to reassure. "So it's not really like, forbidden knowledge. The only difference now is that it's reached a point where Death can do something about it."
John shot him a dirty look. "I don't give two fucks. Bugger off, bitch." Then he flipped him off.
Harry sighed again and looked down at his very, very long list of souls. "I'll put you down for an IOU then," he said, scribbling down a note on the weathered parchment. "If you ever want to cash it in, just call for me. A reaper will connect your request to me."
"What do I even qualify for?" John's face scrunched. "A bloody get-well card?"
Harry perked up a little. "I have a brochure here—"
"Never mind." John slammed his face back down onto the bar. "Gewr outd."
Harry sighed.
The next home visit didn't go much better. Probably because he'd directly appeared in the person's home.
"Please just listen to me," Harry all but pleaded. "It'll be quick. Ten minutes, max. I promise."
Wally West couldn't do much more than cross his arms thanks to the sticking charms Harry had cast on him, but his glare was deadly enough to make him cringe.
"You get one," he said in a low voice, his wife guarding her heavy stomach with a wary look in her eyes. "And if it turns out to be bullshit, you won't get enough time to regret it."
"Congratulations!" Harry blurted out. "You're eligible for death benefits!"
Wally punched him.
"He punched you?"
"He punched me."
Superman laughed, his cape swaying gently in the wind of the barren planet Harry had taken him to...to avoid property damage and all that. "You must've really spooked him. Flash usually isn't one to punch and run."
Harry shot him a withering glare. Clark managed a sheepish grin.
"To be honest, there isn't a lot I'm allowed to offer you," Harry admitted, shaking out the brochure with Clark Kent's benefits from his sleeve. "I mean, Ra already pretty much covered everything with you Kryptoninans. Indestructibility, laser vision, flight, the works. Is there anything else you want?"
Clark thought it over. "Not really," he admitted. "I'm happy with what I have. The simple life's all I've ever really wanted, y'know? Well, maybe not all the time, but it's good." He smiled. "I've had a good life."
Harry scrutinized him. Then he snapped his fingers. "I got it. How about this? I can give you this." He summoned a small glass cube, containing a single seed-like core in the middle.
"What's this?" Clark asked, holding the cube up to get a better look at it.
"That's Krypton."
Clark nearly dropped it. Luckily, he caught it before he did. "It's what?"
"To be exact, it's a world seed with a nearly identical formula to Krypton," Harry elaborated. "Here's a manual on how to raise it. Normally, it'd taken a few millennia to grow, but the version I gave you is already mature. It'll be around the size of a small moon, so pick a good spot for it, okay? It won't be big enough to sustain a whole population, but it'll show you some of the sights you missed out on." He dropped a thick tome in Clark's lap.
"I—" Clark stared at the cube in stunned silence.
"If you decide you want to return it, just call my name," Harry informed him. "Since I chose it for you, you'll get a free pass. Otherwise, just follow the manual, and you'll be good. Okay?" He didn't wait for a response. "Great! Looks like we're all done here then. I'll drop you back off."
"Wait—"
Harry snapped his fingers.
"I already told you," Jason Todd glared, "I'm not falling for your cheap ass scam. Go bother someone else. You're ruining my vibe."
Harry pinched the bridge of his nose. "I already resurrected your adoptive mom from the dead. How is that not enough proof I'm the real deal?"
"Yeah, for like five minutes," Jason scoffed rebelliously. Harry felt like strangling him. "Any scammer could do that."
Harry wanted to scream. "You know what? Fine. If you don't believe me, I will bloody prove it to you—"
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Bad Romance Chapter 24: Party of Five
Series: Bad Romance
Fandom: The Royal Romance
Pairings for series: Multiple
Paring this chapter: Riley x Drake, Riley x Liam, Liam x Max
Rating: R (no lemons, just general adult themes)
Word Count: 1,946
Warnings for this chapter: None, for once lol
General blanket warning for series: Smutty, Lemony, Some amount of toxicity, but maybe it's being worked through? This is a hot mess express; none of this is canon. You’ve been warned.
My other stuff: Master List.
“So,” Liam said, once they were all seated and drinks had been handed out, “A toast is in order. To Drake, and to his victory!”
“Mmm,” Drake shook his head, “To Riley, this was all her. I literally just showed up for court.”
“Nope.” Riley said, “To Rashad, whose legal expertise carried the day.”
“Can’t we just drink to all of it?” Max asked.
“We can and we will!” Liam declared laughing as everyone lifted their glasses and drank.
“So did you know dropping the tidbit about me asking Drake to watch out for her would turn the tide or was that a happy coincidence?” Liam asked.
Rashad smiled smugly, “Well, there is no actual legal precedent, since it was an informal request and she wasn’t engaged to you at the time, but….I knew it couldn’t hurt.”
“Especially since you’d already spoken to General Broadus before the hearing.” Riley supplied.
“You did?” Drake looked up in surprise.
Liam shrugged, “I simply advised him that was in everyone’s interests to move things along and get you a speedy resolution. I may have mentioned how distraught I was about the situation in general and how much my father, his old golfing buddy, the one that basically handed him his commission was distressed as well.”
Drake raised a skeptical eyebrow, “Constantine was distressed?”
“Eh.” Liam shrugged. “I may have exaggerated just a smidge.”
Drake laughed, the first real laugh anyone had heard from him in days. He hated the nobility and the rigged system, but he wasn’t sad to have it work in his favor for once. His face grew serious again as he twisted his glass around.
“What is it?” Liam asked.
“I was just wondering….why did you help me? Was it because Riley asked you to?”
Liam stared at him liked he’d just been hit. Then he nodded, “I guess I deserved that.”
The food arrived and the conversation paused until the waiters disappeared. Then Liam continued, “While yes, Riley asked…no, ordered…no, I think threatened me was more like it….that’s not why I did it. I did it because you’re my oldest and dearest friend, because what happened only happened because you were doing what I asked you to, because it was the right thing to do. I always have your back, Drake, even when I’m angry with you. And I’m sorry that my recent behavior has given you reason to question that.”
Drake regarded him for a moment then nodded his head, “Thanks.”
“You know it was Liam that arranged for an entire guard unit to be out of the country on special assignment just to keep six of them out of that courtroom today.” Riley told him.
“What?” Drake looked back and forth between them.
Liam shrugged. From what Riley had told him, it had taken all six to pull Drake off Tariq, who had already been dead by the time they’d arrived in the room. That fact, spoken in open court, would make it look like Drake had lost control, which he had. But Liam didn’t blame him for losing it, all things considered.
“Hey,” Max decided to break the tension, “You know the lantern festival is coming up soon, that’s going to be so much fun! Riley put me in charge of the decorations, and I’ve ordered some peacocks for the grounds-”
“Yes!” Riley gushed, “Rashad, did you receive your formal invitation to the pre-festival dinner party at Valtoria?”
“Yes, I did and thank you for that. I would never miss a chance to see my favorite queen to be.” He responded.
Riley snickered at that, and the conversation lightened and flowed more easily as the chatted about the festival, the revisions that Riley had planned for Valtoria and Liam’s upcoming business trip.
“I’m trying to get as much done as possible before the wedding, so I won’t feel guilty about taking two weeks for the honeymoon.” Liam smiled at Riley affectionately.
Across the table, Drake stiffened as his eyes caught Riley’s. She looked back but her face betrayed no expression. She didn’t want to start a fight with either one of them, not while they were supposed to be celebrating. She hadn’t brought the honeymoon up to Drake yet. If she tried to explain herself, or comfort him about it in front of Liam…well, that just seemed like a recipe for disaster.
Instead, she changed the subject, “So, Rashad, you mentioned your work with Sloan Enterprises, I heard they were looking to acquire Mansingh Transglobal.”
That conversation took up the rest of dinner. Liam listened politely to Rashad while Drake kept shooting scrutinizing glances at Riley, who pretended to be interested in corporate mergers.
“Are you absolutely sure we can’t interest you in dessert?” Riley asked when Rashad excused himself.
“No, thank you, Riley, but I really need to get back, I have a conference call with Tokyo later tonight. But thank you for dinner.” He leaned down and kissed her cheek.
“It was the least we could do.” She went up on her tiptoes to hug him, “Thank you for helping him.” She whispered in his ear.
“Anything for you, you know that.” He responded as he returned her embrace. He pulled her tight against him for a second then pulled away and waved at everyone else on his way out the door.
“What about you three?” She asked as she sat back down, “Dessert?”
Drake shook his head, “Couldn’t eat another bite.”
“I’m fine, love, but you get some if you want.” Liam reached over and took her hand in his.
Drake shifted in his chair, his eyes falling to their clasped hands, then flicking to Riley’s face then over her shoulder to the wall as he sighed.
“I could eat.” Max told her, “We could get some chocolate mousse, you like that.”
“Ok.” She agreed.
“Drake.” Liam turned back to his best friend, “Now that you’ve been reinstated, will you return to the King’s Guard?”
Drake blinked. “You’d want me to?”
“Of course! I mean…if that’s what you want.” Liam replied.
Drake’s eyes snapped back to Riley’s face. Clearly, she hadn’t told Liam her plans. Just like she hadn’t told him about the honeymoon. Of course, he knew there’d be one, he just hadn’t given much, or any, thought to how long it would be. He actively tried to avoid thinking about the upcoming nuptials of his best friend to the woman he was in love with.
“I…haven’t given it much thought, to be honest.” That was a lie. The question of what to do next, to take, or decline Riley’s offer, was all he thought about lately.
In the three weeks since she’d amended, not broken, the marriage contract with Liam, he’d thought of little else. She still found her way to his room on a regular basis, and he still let her in. He was weak when it came to her, and he knew it. He knew he needed to put some distance between them if he was ever going to get any kind of clarity, but he couldn’t leave court, at least not until the hearing was over and things were resolved, one way or another, with his career and with the charges that had been hanging over him for the last three months.
“Well, think about it. I understand if you would rather go back to general Royal Guard duty after….everything. But Drake, I am sorry I wasn’t there for you, for both of you. I understand what this whole thing dredged up for you, Drake. None of us have forgotten Sierra, we all loved her too.”
“Thanks, Li, but I don’t want to talk about that right now. I just…I really just need to go.” He pushed his chair back and hurried from the room.
“Drake, wait!” Liam called out as he stood up.
Riley stood as well and placed a hand on his shoulder, “Let him go, he’s going through a lot right now.”
“I know.” He looked at Riley, startled, “Wait, he told you about Sierra?“
Riley nodded, “Yes.”
Liam stepped back, stunned. He was shocked but maybe he shouldn’t have been. Drake didn’t talk about his personal stuff to anyone other than Liam. At least, he never had before.
Guilt stabbed through him at the realization that he hadn’t been there for him, of course he’d needed someone to talk to about it, of course what happed with Tariq had trigged those memories, that pain. He hadn’t been there for either of them, not his best friend nor the woman he loved. Of course, they had turned to each other. Who else had they had?
He’d been so blinded by his own fear and pain, that he’d completely ignored theirs. He dragged his eyes from the floor to her face as shame and guilt flooded him. Her eyes were locked on the door Drake had just walked out. The look on her face was heartbreaking. She wanted to go after him, and she should.
“It’s ok.” Liam’s voice faltered a little, he cleared his throat and tried again, “Riley, love, it’s ok. Go. He needs you right now, more than I do.”
“What?” She blinked as she turned her head to look at him, “Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure.” God, what a selfish ass he’d been.
“I don’t know how long-“
“That doesn’t matter right now and I’m deeply ashamed that I wasn’t, and haven’t been there for him through this ordeal. Or for you. Riley, I owe you far more than a paltry apology, but we can talk about that later. Go. I’ll be fine.”
Max stepped up beside him and placed a hand on his shoulder, “It’s ok, Ri, I can stay with him. If you want me to, I mean.” He directed the last part to Liam.
Liam looked up at him then placed a hand over his and nodded, “Yeah, I’d like that. I mean, if that’s ok with you.” He turned back to Riley.
A grin the size of Texas broke out across her face, “Are you kidding me? I would love that!”
“We don’t have to do anything; Max can just be there to keep me company-“
“Comfort him-“
Riley laughed at the awkward expressions on their faces, “Stop it, both of you! Do whatever you want. Then tell me about it later.” She said with a wicked grin, “I love that the two of you are getting closer, emotionally and physically. I couldn’t have dreamed up anything better.”
She threw her arms around Liam and hugged him tightly as she giggled, “We’re a throuple now.”
Liam hugged her back with a short bark of laughter, “I don’t even know what that means.”
“Max can explain it.” She smiled at him as she turned and threw her arms around Max.
“Take care of him.” She whispered in his ear before pulling away.
“I will. Now go, make sure Drake is ok.” He answered her.
She was going to go. She would have gone even if Liam had pitched a fit about it. She would have gone even if she’d had to duck her guard detail again. She would have gone and dealt with the consequences later. But something had shifted in Liam, she could sense it. The Liam she’d fallen in love with was still in there somewhere, and that Liam cared more about the man who’d been his best friend forever and his emotional needs in the moment than his own jealousy or insecurities, and that gave her hope. Maybe things could be fixed, in time.
“Thank you.” She directed to Liam as she opened the door and stepped out into the hall.
#bad romance#angelasscribbles#choices fic writers creations#cfwc fics of the week#drake walker#liam rys#maxwell beaumont#the royal romance fanfic#the royal romance#trr#choices#choices stories you play#drake x mc#liam x mc#maxwell x mc#bad romance riley
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the only satisfying solution to this love triangle is honestly just sascha finding out about how deeply ismail has betrayed ava by choosing constantin over her, thus being reminded of how many times he has felt shitty because of ismail choosing their "cooler" friends of him to hang out with at parties and also being upset about how much ismail has hurt and bullied ava to a point where he completly turns away from them romantically (and might even withdraw from their friendship).
not only would that plot show that all of our actions have consequences and no matter how much we want to turn things around n blame our faults on others to live with a better coincidence, it was ismail's decision to turn their back on ava and betray her in a way that is absolutely traumatizing and this decision was not made and forced down their throat by constantin. but it would also mean that there's finally a character on the show who chooses ava over any of the characters who have hurt her. sascha wouldn't be the next friend of ava who ends up dating someone who participated in bullying her (no shade to fatou its just that the whole situation was and still is complicated) or who might understand her hurt but still minimizes her feelings by staying close friends with her former bullies (zoe).
i would honestly be so upset if they give us all of these moments between ava and sascha where you can see how happy this friendships makes ava and how she feels absolutely comfortable in his presence just for sascha to be the next person who's upset about what happened for a few days and then tries his best to stay friends with everyone and convinces ava to just go along with all of them hanging out together n being friends etc. ismail can learn to let go of constatin and realize that they need to live without them in order to grow and become a better person themselves while they're also facing the consequences for what they've done by other ppl letting go of them/putting some distance between them (obv. that also means that druck doesnt make them face the consequences solely through sascha but that ava gets to speak for herself! not needing to forgive and forget shit! n having saschas support as an addition to that!)
#druck#dont really care what they do with lou and ismail then like. honestly dont think that setting their romance up while at the same time#dealing with these heavy topics is the best idea but if needing every main to have a LI is the hill the writers want to die on then#i would rather have them go for lou n ismail than sascha and ismail#but imo opinion they should pull an arthur season move in the sense of#giving ismail a moment that now is not the best time for a relationship. and that they need to grow on their own for some time
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peculiar prompt: soulmate au where your dick is the same exact length as your soulmate’s (i guess everyone has a dick in this universe idk 😂) anyways drarry discovering they are soulmates in whatever convoluted way you would like!
Nine and Three Quarters
Summer weddings were an unlikely tradition for a family that ran high to freckles and sunburns, but Harry didn't mind. Usually.
This wedding, though, he'd have just as soon not attended. It wasn't that he harbored any romantic intentions toward Charlie, but seeing him so bloody happy made Harry keenly aware of his own solitude.
Charlie and Constantin fed each other forkfuls of cake and grinned. They were perfectly-matched. Identical white short sleeve dress shirts and gold waistcoats, sparkling blue eyes and mirrored grins as they threatened each other with blobs of icing, much to Molly's horror.
Their matching gold rings felt like an extension of the tattoos on the underside of their left forearms. Charlie's was a dragon, of course. Constantin's was a crouched hippogriff. They were exactly the same size, but different designs and colors.
Forearm tattoos abounded among gay wizards, but it had taken seeing Charlie and Constantin together for him to notice the pattern. A plate of cake floated to his table and set itself down in front of him. He picked it apart with his fork, separating the layers of frosting out from the the cake, then mashed the fluffy cake down into a pellet.
A breathless Charlie flopped into an empty chair next to him and surveyed the wreckage on his plate.
"Got a grudge against that cake?"
"Huh? Oh. No. Sorry."
Charlie slid Harry's cake away, probably for its own good. Constantin and Fleur fox-trotted past, and one of them reached out to ruffle Charlie's hair.
"No date?"
"Nah." Harry licked his fork clean, rolled the bits of cake around in his mouth, and wished he'd have eaten the slice.
"Still doing the playboy thing, eh?"
Harry shrugged. "I guess."
Charlie huffed a laugh. "You guess? What else would you be doing at clubs?"
Harry shrugged again.
"Well, if you get tired of it and want the name of a really good soulmate tattoo artist, let me know." Charlie wiped up a dab of frosting off Harry's plate and popped his finger in his mouth. "Until then, enjoy hunting in the dark."
Charlie rose to leave, but Harry reached out and grabbed him by the buckle on the back of his waistcoat.
"Soulmate tattoos?"
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"But I thought the tattoo went on my arm."
Harry kept his hands in his jeans pockets, just in case the man decided to help him disrobe.
"It does..."
Bushy grey eyebrows rose in speculation, and the man's brown eyes squinted at Harry, unsure of whether Harry was playing a prank, playing dumb, or playing at nothing.
"So why would I take my trousers off?"
"Riiiggght," he said slowly, gently spinning back and forth on his stool. "Why don't you tell me what you do know about soulmate tattoos."
Harry hooked his thumbs in his pockets and looked around the tattoo parlour for clues, but there was nothing but drawings on the walls. Pictures of forearms, too, all with differing sizes of beasts and creatures on them.
"Uhm," Harry started, "they go on forearms." The man nodded and motioned for him to continue. "And... they're... magic?"
The man shook his head and sighed. "The death of gay wizard culture, I swear. I blame that app."
"Wait, there's an app for-"
"Soulmate tattoos are the size of the wearer's dick."
Every tattoo Harry had ever seen ran through his head at once, and he stood slack-jawed for what felt like hours.
The man continued. "And so part of getting one is getting your dick measured. Professionally."
"I... Uh..."
"Men lie on the app. That's why all these boys are running around thinking they don't have soulmates, but older men know better. Back in the day, we'd just walk up to a bloke, line our arms up, and pair off."
Harry looked at the ceiling and tried to imagine a scenario in which that didn't sound both terrifying and oddly comforting.
"Why would you line them up?"
The man stared at him for a long. fucking. time.
"Soulmate dicks match, kid." He grumbled something about the Internet. "Now do you want the tattoo or not?"
"I... Uhm... Maybe later?"
"Suit yourself."
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There had to be a better way to do this.
Harry balanced on tip-toe, focused on his dick with one eye, and dipped his quill. His tongue peeked out a corner of his lips as he concentrated on tracing around his shaft.
Was the quill angled accurately? Was the nib too far from his skin to be accurate? Was width even relevant?
He let out a held breath and dropped down to his heels. The paper on his desk was an embarrassment.
"Looks like a fucking caterpillar," he grumbled to himself.
Maybe they made enchanted quills for this.
--
The nook of art supplies at Flourish and Blotts was overwhelming, but it smelled good. Needle-sharp enchanted nibs sounded like a terrible idea. Image-grabbing paper sounded equally dangerous. What if he got his dick stabbed or absorbed into a piece of paper?
Someone cleared their throat behind him.
"Can I help you?"
Draco Malfoy met his eyes with a hesitant smile. He looked strangely at home surrounded by paper and ink. He wore a rumpled black t-shirt that advertised in bold white letters "Truth Quills: The Reign of Error Ends Here".
"Uhm... maybe?"
"What kind of project are you working on?"
"I'm... just... tracing something?"
Draco nodded and reached up to grab a pack of nibs just above Harry's head. The Dark Mark on his forearm caught Harry's eye. It wasn't a Dark Mark anymore. The skull wore a crown of red roses, and the snake had been filled in with vibrant yellow and blue markings. Harry decided it looked a bit like a Grateful Dead album cover. But prettier.
"These are good for most projects if you're just starting out."
Draco handed him a plastic box with more thingamajigs than he had any idea what to do with.
"Uhm, okay. Thanks."
"No problem." Draco's eyes wandered down to Harry's forearm and his smile faltered. "Anything else?"
"No, I think I'm good."
--
He wasn't good. He was nowhere near good, and he had black ink all over his dick. Also on his hands, and the table, and the floor, but those were less important.
"Looks like a goddamn Holstein dong."
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"Alright," Draco said, and his smile was bordering on a smirk. "But what's the reference? What are you trying to trace?"
A dozen dick-shaped things came to mind, and Harry blurted, "A banana."
Draco did not laugh. Not with his mouth. Just with his eyes. His t-shirt today said "Blink Ink: Drier than your ex" in jagged black script.
"Mm hm," Draco squeaked through his nose. "Is accuracy important?"
Harry let out a relieved sigh. "Yes."
Draco cleared his throat and schooled his face. "Here."
He handed Harry a Truth Quill. "That ought to give you an accurate outline of your... banana."
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"Hot damn!"
Harry held the outline of his cock up to the light. Damned if it wasn't perfect. He laid it face-down on his forearm and frowned. How was he supposed to get it onto his skin?
--
Draco faked a cough and covered his mouth and nose with his hand. "Pardon?"
"I need to transfer it."
"But a backlight won't work because..."
"Uhm... it can't... light can't go through the... other... thing."
Draco's t-shirt today had a frilly, looping font that said, "Nearotica: Almost There."
"Dare I ask what material you're transferring this banana onto?"
Harry focused on Draco's forearm, and the curve of the roses, and the sinewy body of the snake.
"Uhm... leather?"
Draco shot him a challenging look Harry didn't understand. "I suppose you'd want a cautery tool for that."
"Uhm... okay."
--
He wasn't okay. He had two burned dots on his forearm, and a hole in his paper at the base and tip of the outline.
Over a hundred galleons spent, and all he had to show for it were what looked like two mosquito bites that were exactly one penis-length apart.
The hell with all of it.
--
Harry dropped bags of barely-used art supplies on the store counter, and Draco's chin snapped up. He cocked his head and looked at the bags while Harry read his t-shirt: "Thrill Your Darlings: Tropes and Nopes."
"Didn't work out?" Draco asked.
Harry bent down, rested his elbows on the counter, and shook his head. "Can I return it?"
Draco shrugged. "Store credit, since it's all been opened."
Harry buried his face in his hands. "I'll take it in coloring books."
"I'll throw in some markers."
Draco shot him a pitying smile and stood to collect the bags. His eyes caught on the two burn marks on Harry's forearm. He set his elbow next to Harry's and pressed their wrists together.
"Huh," Draco exhaled. He rolled his tattoo against Harry's forearm. The peak of the rose crown touched the mark nearest Harry's wrist, and the snake's tail met the other.
Harry stared at their arms, wide-eyed and panicked in the best way.
"Is it-" Harry started. "Do they, uhm..."
"I... do believe so. If your banana outline was accurate."
Harry gulped. "It was."
"Huh," Draco repeated. "Well, in that case, there's a giant mandala coloring poster I've had my eye on, but it's a bit much for one person."
Harry let a grin spread across his face. "Consider it sold."
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