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mionkings · 5 months
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Wrong Twin Bozos 🙄
First ever DC x DP prompt because I've been getting brainrot reading yall prompts and I need a nap :> this is crac–
A classic twin Damian and Danny AU, where Danny ends up with the generic fuckery of having the GIW/Bad Parents!Fentons after him from a bad reveal gone wrong, Vlad outing him, or escaping after getting vivsected and injured badly.
Who Knows? But Danny's GOTTA GO-
Now in some scenarios, we get Danny hitting the deck and going to Gotham, to Batman and Robin aka Damian for help and revealing himself. But some au prompts I've seen of Danny ORIGINS about leaving the League of Assassins is via fake death, help or the pit, etc. Danny left for a reason that got him away with a new life- he's FUCKED if he goes to his bio dad and his twin brother, he tells himself =͟͟͞͞(꒪ᗜ꒪‧̣̥̇).
Going to Gotham aka the BatFam would blow Danny's cover, getting the attention of the League of Assassins after all this time is definitely not on Danny's to-do list. He's got enough on his plate, thank you :']
So instead, while Danny leaves Amity Park with the help of his friends, he doesn't aim for Gotham, he instead goes to hide in other cities such as Star City, Keystone City, or Central City. Honestly, doesn't even have to be a city, he straight up leaves the country if yall feel like it, guy deserves a break dammit. Can't have laws of legal torture affect you when you're in open seas ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Now cue Danny's pursuers scrambling to find the Halfa, a constant chase- that is until they finally get a photo of Danny, scowling with his green eyes, trying to hide his ghostly traits that mustve leaked through when the photo was taken in Gotham.
They begin to get ready.
It's time to capture the creature once and for all.
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virgamsysxvolumes · 3 months
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Sadako Coded
Sam Manson was one of the top gamers in the country. So of course she was invited to the annual Gamers' Gauntlet held in Gotham New Jersey. Most gamers outside of Gotham wouldn't risk the trip but Sam wasn't like most people and she had a security measure most other people just didn't. So she felt almost cocky leaving her boys behind to participate in the Gamers' Gauntlet despite her parents very vocal disapproval.
Things were going pretty great so far really. She was in the finals and had gotten into her zone, completely immersed in demolishing her competition without mercy. She'd already made two guys cry as she completely wrecked their bases. Which of course meant some putz with something to prove decided to crash the competition and rob the competition. Some muscle bound freak, Bane she was sure, that was delighting in attacking any poor nerd too slow to escape him.
Sam was infuriated but she knew she didn't have the kind of strength to put this asshole and his macho goons in his place. Unfortunately she'd need to pull in the big guns. She sighed and took the fingerless glove off her hand, the seal on her palm glowing in a vibrant green as she pressed it to the computer screen. The electricity in the entire building flickered twice before the only light came from the monitors.
A massive green eye opened up on each computer screen until the massive monitor in the center of the arena blinked and filled with static white noise and a white clawed hand slammed onto the glass from the inside. The hand was massive and slid down until it reached the frame and the fingers came out of the screen to grip it. The hand flexed as a form seemed to pull itself up from below and fill the screen.
Long snow white hair floated like smoking tendrils around a slim, shadowy figure. He reached his other clawed hand out of the screen the massive hand slamming onto the ground hard enough to be felt through the whole building as the being crawled his way out of the screen up to his waist, the rest of him still inside of the static screen. Everyone but Sam was frozen where they stood, hairs standing on end as every instinct inside of them screamed that they were facing death.
The figure glowed a pale whitish-blue, at last straightening to show their full head and torso. A sea of long white hair curled and floated around him, his skin like soft gray moonlight with vibrant acid green Lichtenburg figures streaking up his neck and part of his left cheek, his limbs were a little too long, and his eyes had black sclera and no pupils but large irises with a vibrant toxic green.
He wore a strange suit of black and white, the collar and hands, and waist were a snowy white that darkened into void black at the collarbones, elbows, and lower belly in a gradient. The screens all flickered and were consumed by static as the figure glared towards Bane.
"W̴̭͕͓͑̒͂͐h̷͕͙͔̻͂͐͑̒̏͑ŏ̵̢̪̦̹̭̅̉͛͝ͅ ̵̬̖̀̒d̷͇͚̪͕̞̞͐͐̂̇ä̶̡̢̧̢̹́̓r̴̟̩̮̠̯̺̚e̷̲̟͂̃̍̋ŝ̵̪͖̙̙̈́͝ ̵̮̉̈́̈́͂͒́t̴̞̝̖̑́ĥ̵̠͔͍̙̌̀̍͗́r̶̖̭̂͜ȩ̸̱̈́ą̴̓̓̅̓͗̇t̸̪̤̞̠͈̆͂͐e̶̥̋̕n̸͎̂̐̑̋ ̷̡͍͖̙͈̩̓͠m̸̰̒ỉ̷͍̩͂n̴͉̟̯̹̺̾̈́͘ȅ̵̥͍̘̈́͑͊͝͝?" Danny demanded his voice echoing and tripled over itself, the words a little distorted.
"You! You do not scare me!" Bane shouted digging his feet in and charging forward recklessly.
"P̶̛̫̭͇̅͗͜a̵̧̛͐ṱ̸̡̥͚͑͑͜h̷̩̦͊͊̕è̶̛͍̺̳̯̓̒t̸̗͈͋̆i̸̘͋͠ç̵̪̬̝̉͛." Danny said almost flatly, his face entirely unimpressed as he lifted one hand and slammed it down on the overly muscled druggie.
Danny hummed and then dragged the pinned man closer to himself his head tilted curiously. He lifted the man in a clenched fist like picking up a doll and turned him around to inspect him. He furrowed pale eyebrows and curiously poked at the tanks on the struggling human's back. In a somewhat callous move Danny simply yanked the tank of venom off the man's back and flicked it off to the side. Bane shrieked in anger, dismay, and some fear.
"D̵̟̦̆̋o̴͖̞͛͝ͅn̵͙̫͔̤͔̰̂͠'̷̧̖͓̇̇̎̚͘t̵̛̠̖̘̒͊̕ ̵̡̣̘̳̈́̂͘b̶̤͍̈̚̚͠ȇ̵̥̮̤̕͜ ̸̧̡̢̠̜͇́s̸͓̜͘u̵̝̰͓͚̗̬̕c̴̯̫͊h̶͉̯̮̉͌͜ͅ ̵̧̰̞͇̯͎̒͂̏̈́a̵̛̜̩̠͍͚̎̏͛͜ ̸͙͎̰͑̓͑̄b̷̢̯̳̀̍̓̾̒̑ͅa̵̺̱̬̓̾̏̕b̵̨̤̙̮̍̿ͅý̵̞̱̽͝ͅ,̴̛͍͍̣̓́ ̶̯̟̺͕͑͐͂̿̅̄w̶̹͕̳̪͐̈̓́h̶̘̓͋̍́y̶̱͖̞̤̜̗̿̋́̀ ̴̖͈͒ą̵̓͗̑̅r̵̢͚̃̎̽̈̑̑͜e̸̪͓̞̭͙͑́͐̄͒ ̸͙͚̈̈́͐̾y̷̥͙̔ō̵͙ǔ̶̯̦̭̹ ̷͚̹̮̦͑͋̈́̈́͝p̶͇̣̉̇̉́̂͘o̶͔̹͍͔͇̾̅͊į̴͙̗̼̬͂͊̒s̸̨̭̩͖͛̋͜ō̸̟̋̑̌̄n̸̪̲̰̖͗̉͗̅ͅi̸͚̻͑̈n̸̡̧̩̮̰͎͋̇̈́͗͗g̶̼͉̹͉͌͘ ̴͚̝̉͋̌̀̐y̶̰̰̌̄́̽̐͐ó̸̪͍̗̹́ũ̴̧̘̤͎̠̚r̷̘̯̗͈͌̍͒̏̿̕s̸̳̹̄̀͜͝e̵͛͜l̴̂͑͜f̸̜̣͎̳͐͝ ̶̛̦̝̦̙͈̜͐̂͑͝ă̶̛͓̭͕͌̈́̒ñ̷̖̭͍̮͖͒̓͝ỹ̶͔ẅ̵̮̥̻͔̰̂̔̽̍ą̶͌́̀̿̊ý̴̡̪͉̺̼̝̌̎͂͂͘?" Danny muttered somewhat petulantly.
Danny was a little surprised that the guy actually shrunk in his hand. He became a twiggy man in clothes far too big for him and it was quite baffling for the teen half-ghost. He turned the limp guy in his hand a couple times before losing interest and just dropping him off to the side. His glowing eyes scanned over the crowd of petrified humans and he barred his teeth his face going dead and horrifying. A bunch of them screamed and a few even fainted.
"Phantom!" Sam barked out causing the boy to flinch a little and smile sheepishly. "Stop being such a drama queen."
Danny chuckled with delight his form growing smaller as he left the massive monitor, his legs replaced with a black ghostly tail that faded near the taper. He flew over to her quickly and circled around her a few times to inspect her health before curling his tail around her waist, his hair floating around them as though he were underwater.
"Sorry, sorry." Danny apologized still giggling a little with glee at his little prank. He was much easier to understand, the echo much less than before. "They were just so spooked. Almost like they've seen a ghost!"
"Tch, anyone would be terrified of that face of yours." Sam scoffed teasing him.
"Booo, mean." Danny huffed pouting at her. She shook her head at him.
"Thanks for the save, but I don't think they're gonna bother finishing the tournament now." Sam lamented with a heavy sigh.
"Aw, bummer. That doesn't seem fair." Danny complained.
"Eh, that's what happens when a bunch of hypermasculine fuckheads decide they deserve to do whatever bullshit thing that comes into their head. There's a vegan smoothie stand I looked up nearby though if you wanna go get a smoothie with me. We just need to go see the staff and find out when they're rescheduling." Sam offered.
"Nice, should I go get Tucker? He'll be jealous if we go without him." Danny hummed thoughtfully. Sam paused before nodding.
"Yeah, you go get him real quick and I'll talk to the staff." Sam decided shooing him away.
"Back in a tic!" Danny replied cheerfully flying into the nearest computer.
The electricity returned to everything else in the building after he left, revealing that whatever goons that had followed Bane in had long abandoned him.
[Zalgo Text: "Who dares threaten mine?" "Pathetic." "Don't be such a baby, why are you poisoning yourself anyway?"]
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cyrwrites · 10 months
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Robin: Duo
Having both Bruce and Dick coming across two different kids at the same time was definitely not planned.
Jason had been passed the Robin mantle without Dick's permission… And Dick had definitely not taken the news well, when he had gotten the memo. But to be fair, he'd taken to call someone else Robin while he was living away from Bruce.
Someone that was his adopted son, Danny.
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cookierunauprompts · 2 months
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AU Prompt #8 - 💝💓
You stare up at the slumbering giant before you, painted in the soft glow of the moon within the forests of Beast-Yeast. Your body feels a subtle rumble with each rise and fall of the giant cookie's chest, yet nonetheless you steel yourself and get closer. " Shadow Milk Cookie..." You whisper, poking his cheek with your entire hand. He really had to stop sleeping in the forest, who knows what could happen to him? " Shadow Milk Cookie...!" Your heart almost catches in your throat when you see his eyes open, staring off into the distance before looking down unto your tiny body. It will never stop to stun you whenever you see him, his mere presence is just too... breath taking. " Reader Cookie...?" you can hear him sleepily mumble, a smile gracing his features as he stares at you with tired eyes. " Gee, whatcha doin' waking up a monster like me, hm? Aren't you afraid of getting eaten?" He teasingly cooed, trailing off into giggles at the end. " You know what I'm doing," You begin with a soft huff. " You need to stop sleeping in the forest when you go to sleep." " Oh?" He trailed off into a chuckle, slowly picking himself up. You almost lost your footing upon Shadow Milk Cookie's arm, yet he quickly relocates you into his hand as he props himself up with the other. " I thought you wanted me to get more sleep~ Somethin' about calling me a 'trickaholic'?" " That does not mean 'go sleep in the forest.'" You sighed, and yet you still accepted his sleepy morning kisses with open arms.
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Or, silly morning fluff with Shadow Milk Cookie.
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lightbulb-warning · 9 months
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Saiouma Not-week 2023 Not-Day 3: Bandages
chop chop, mend mend, kiss it better why dontcha!
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halfagone · 11 months
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!!! Damian gets into a fight with a sorcerer when he's out with the Batfam and he gets thrown across time and space, de-aging all the while, and he finally comes to a forceful stop when some lab in another dimension yanks him from the endless spiral out of control. By the time he lands, he's a baby, can barely stand on his own two feet, but retains most if not all of his memory. He's soon found by a pair of young adults, who decide to take him in until they can figure out who and where his parents are or what arrangements can be made to take care of him if there aren't any.
He quickly learns a number of things:
This is not his universe.
Batman does not exist in this plane.
His current guardians' names are Valerie and Danny.
They are NOT a couple despite acting like one. (Damian isn't going to question it, it reminds him far too much of many of his father and brothers' romances.)
He actually... kinda likes it here? (Not that he'd ever admit that.)
Meanwhile Danny and Valerie are co-parenting the shit out of this adorable little goober they found. Valerie swears she's going to go back to that nasty lab and kick each and every one of their asses. After all, they must have something to do with this! Danny has gotten so attached he holds Damian for a solid half an hour before he has to go to class/work. (It's not separation anxiety, he swears!)
Since Damian has a lot of memories, he knows how to do a lot of things but is trying to readjust with his new size and strength. It's still going, if very roughly. Occasionally he'll try to write something out to them, but it just comes out as doodles and Valerie and Danny think it's the cutest shit ever.
They hang every. single. one. on the refrigerator door.
Damian is much less amused by this. He could do far better pieces if he were just! Back! To! NORMAL!!!
Oh yeah, and the Batfam are really, really worried. And honestly a little terrified once the sorcerer tells them more about the spell they used on Damian. But hey! Damian is being well-taken care of and that's all that matters.
(Also someone breaks into their apartment once and Danny absolutely shivs the guy and it's in that moment that Damian accepts his new, unconventional family.)
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yakny · 5 months
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creator of the maggots eating away at my brain, and of the hope that eats my heart's pain, always consuming, always consumed.
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coldshare · 9 months
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A word To build a scenario around... Steam
thank you for the prompt, anon! ♡ here it is (with some gratuitous references to contagion... you know me)
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a character who's the type to prioritize self care over everything... who lives luxuriously, the type to resort to everything from expensive spa days to unwind, the type who's familiar with every natural remedy in the book, because really, even the slightest ailment is a perfect excuse to take it easy and even pamper themselves a little bit
the same character who feels themselves coming down with a terrible, incredibly contagious cold. but for whatever reason - maybe their boss urges them to come in (it's just a small cold, after all, and so much work still needs to get done), or maybe because they're just so confident in their home remedies to do the trick - they head to work anyways.
their desk becomes a mini pharmacy for the day - soft lotion tissues, three different tins of tea specifically meant to relieve cold and flu symptoms, herbal cough drops, a few cooling salves for their red, irritated nose, hot packs for their sinuses, a humidifier for the congestion. after all... if they're going to have to work with this cold, why not make their time here as comfortable as possible?
but still, despite every remedy, their cold turns out to be annoyingly persistent - they're just so congested they can hardly breathe through their nose, plagued with a tickle (not severe enough to catalyze a sneeze, in most cases, but present enough to be very distracting) in their nose which won't leave them alone no matter what. even worse, every sneeze is irritatingly unproductive; it does nothing to relieve the tickle - in fact, it almost seems to make it worse...
they make it to halfway through the afternoon where they decide they can't stand it anymore - they're not feeling too terrible, but this is certainly annoying, and that's enough of a reason for them to put an end to it once and for good. breathing in steam can be therapeutic, and even better, it's supposed to relieve congestion, right?
after a few moments consideration, they swipe the small vial of lavender essential oil off their desk. they've never been fond of this particular vial compared to the other essential oils they own - it always leaves them sniffly and teary eyed - but perhaps that would be a welcome side effect, just this once.
from there, they head into the break room and boil some water using the coffee machine (so what if they end up sneezing a few times, all over the coffee machine, misting the company countertops? it's not like they can control when they sneeze... with this cold, every sneeze just sneaks up on them; it's not their fault that they're not always able to cover.) they pour the boiling water out into a large bowl, drop a few drops of the lavender essential oil inside, and take a seat at one of the tables in the break room, which - aside from them - is thankfully empty.
the first breath of hot, fragrant steam does wonders for their congestion, which they can feel start to loosen for the first time, making their nose run. they haven't brought any tissues with them... perhaps that was an oversight, but the steam is just so relieving, they can't just stop now...!
the next few breaths, they can really start to smell the lavender, and... oh, the tickle in their nose sharpens with such intensity it takes them off guard.
"heh... hEhh... HIH-! hheh-Hhehh... heh... hehH..."
god, their nose tickles so badly; it's practically begging for relief. they lean their head down, taking another deep breath in through their nose.
"hehH... hehh-HEH-!" fuck, so close, just a little more... "hheh... HehhH.... hh-heh-Hehh-HEHh-!! HEHH'IIHHSHIEEEW!"
it's as if that first sneeze completely opens up the floodgates, snapping them forward - only for them to inhale a huge breath of hot steam. they wipe their nose on one palm, but even the slightest pressure against their nose seems to increase the tickle tenfold. everything smells like so strongly of lavender, it's - HEHh-! making them - heh-HEHh - h-have to -
"HEHH'ISSSHHIEw! hHAH'IITSHuUH! heh... heh-hEhh-HEHh-hHEH'TCHIIIEEEW! hH... hHIh! hahh-HAh-AHH.... AHH'IIIITTSCHHUueE!"
every sneeze absolutely drenches the table beneath them. they lift their hands to halfheartedly shield the first couple of sneezes, but with the number of particles that escape through their fingertips regardless, does it really even matter? it's not like anyone else is in the break room, after all. they turn their head aside to keep from spraying the table (even if all that accomplishes is spread their cold in the other direction.)
besides... don't they deserve to sneeze after having not been able to sneeze all morning, aside from the few terribly unsatisfying sneezes they'd had to put up with? isn't it only right that they get relief from this annoying cold as soon as possible? they need to get all the viruses out of their system to get rid of this cold... each messy, spraying sneeze sets them closer on the path to recovery. the tickle in their nose is really just there to help them sneeze out their cold as soon as possible, so why not coax it even further, make this process a little faster? really, they're doing their body a favor as they breathe in more steam, as they give in to the tickle in their nose, as they sneeze and sneeze and sneeze...
(maybe that's what they think, but they've left the air so utterly saturated with their cold viruses that it's no wonder that half the office comes down with the same miserable, messy cold in the weeks following, leading to more than a few dirty looks... after all, they brought their cold to work, and they hadn't exactly been subtle about it)
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echomimus · 1 year
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this feels accurate 😂😂😭
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i heard you
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lu-is-not-ok · 9 months
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Hong Lu doodle requests part 1/?
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manor-ghost · 10 months
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Orange propaganda and background liushen
Bonus under the cut (OOC warning for Qingge having game):
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quecksilvereyes · 9 months
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for the prompts:
it's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything + susan pevensie?
both you and @cosmicsnufkin asked for the same thing! my first instinct was to do post the last battle but then Susan's obsession with her ancient dictionary grabbed me by the throat, so here you go!
prompt from this post! feel free to pick one and send me a narnia character! I'll write you a little ficlet.
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Once, when Susan was almost Queen, and remembered how to hold her shoulders to prevent them from shattering, a glass drop held by its tail, the lion looked at her and yawned until its sickle teeth lay bare. Its spit shone red, and its tongue curled, barbed and beastly about the witch's bones.
"My dear child", it said, with a voice that could not have lived in those lungs. Its paws were, then, big enough to hold her entire, and Susan had not yet learned how to flinch. "Your brother has need of you."
Edmund, dead in the bloodied field. Edmund, sick with longing and sugar and spelled. Edmund, freezing. Edmund, with fireflower juice on his lips.
Sharp-tongued and gunpowder-still, his mouth set in a scowl. His brows furrowed. The only one of them who was not gifted a weapon, Edmund used instead his own bleeding hands and the scruff marks on the high points of his cheekbones where a ring was caught in a slap.
The beast looked at her. Its maw drew closed. The fur of its mane was still as it had been before it was shaved and its whiskers stood long and proud from its snout. There was, still, dust in its pelt. Sulphur in its breath.
Adam's bone did not break on impact. Adam's bone stood, shoulders drawn, mouth pulled tight and watched Adam's flesh wail.
"Are you like him, then?", she asked, and looked the lion in its beastly eyes.
The lion rumbled. "I am like many things. And unlike many more." It smiled, somehow, drew its mouth into a shape that would be a baring of teeth, on any other. In the soft light of the sun, its fur shone golden.
Susan watched her little brother, whose bones were yet fragile, and sharp where they broke, as he drew his first breath of three hours. "But you are like him", she said. "Only you didn't die on a cross, this time."
The beast laughed. "It doesn't have to be a cross. It just has to be an innocent." Its claws were dark with soil where they slipped against Susan's dress, caught in the weft of a silk finer than anything English she'd ever touched.
She looked at the beast, and at the melting winter in its jaws. It looked back at her, and blinked. Slowly. Measured. Susan tucked the glass tail underneath her cloak. "And you are?" She wet her lips. Listened to Edmund's rattling lungs. "Innocent?"
"Sometimes", said the lion. It flicked its ear. It hooked its claws into fabric. "No-one is any one thing, dear one. It doesn't much matter if it's Romans or witches. Human and creature both are what they are."
Susan thought of the dictionary in Professor Digory's library. Lucy's head in her lap, Peter's exasperated voice thick in the air, and Edmund's scowling face by the window. Boredom burrowed to the thick of her brain where it had sat, liquid, just below boiling until her voice had threatend to break out of her chest.
Divinity. noun: a divine being; a god or a goddess. see also: benevolence, omniscience, indifference.
Edmund, rolling his eyes. "This is boring, Su. Who cares what it means?"
Benevolence. noun: the quality of being well meaning; kindness.
Lucy, sighing as though the world had draped itself atop her small shoulders. "Can we go outside, Su?"
Omniscience. noun: the state of knowing everything.
Peter, pinching his forehead. "Susie, can't we play something else? You're the only one who is good at this one."
Indifference. noun: lack of interest, concern, or sympathy.
The beast, who had been smoke and legend for one hundred years, looked at Susan, and dragged its barbed tongue across bleeding bone. "Why did you leave?", she asked.
It weighed its terrible head. "It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything", it said, and its tongue dripped from its maw. "Tears are not so easily mended, child."
Susan looked at the witch, who lay, half eaten, and dead as her brother had been, in the blooming field. Her throat torn from her neck, her guts spilling from her molten dress, her bones - not white as she'd thought, but bloodied-pink - bared and snapped.
She did not answer. Beside her, the all-knowing beast lay its head on its paws and yawned until its teeth shone in the sun. Susan had stood there, breathing.
Unflinching, yet.
In 1949, Susan Pevensie buries her loves in a field of wild flowers. Her aunt taps against the frozen glass tail. It shatters.
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what-the-fic-khr · 1 month
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Hello I hope this ask finds you well! Happy to see the tea prompts again bc they’re so so so cute 🫖🥹
I have a fewww ideas.. bc I just love everything about your writing and I’m curious about your take on rooibos tea w/ Squalo orrr earl grey w/ Hibari (I absolutely adore the way you characterize himshdnshdjdh)
If neither of those suit your fancy, matcha tea with any character that comes to mind for ya? I’m excited to see your posts floating around again and know I’ll continue to love anything you pen for us🫧🤍
waaaaah thank you so much for your kind words, I appreciate it so greatly!!! I chose to do both because I’m in the mood to, and I’m so thankful for the support! I hope these are to your liking!
character/s: superbi squalo, hibari kyoya, reader-insert (gender-neutral)
word count: —
warnings: huh. nothing for once
prompt: tea prompts (rooibos tea, earl grey tea)
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rooibos tea; what’s their favourite thing to do with their s/o?
Squalo’s either a huge fan of resting or hates it entirely. for the sake of this, it’s not resting per se, but… he likes to relax with you, very specifically. even if he’s working; being able to actually relax is rare, and nice. watch for if he removes his sword with you around; he likes to do maintenance on it with you around because it’s not stressful, not work, and with you. it’s a sign of comfort and vulnerability
You were complaining about something, rolling around on the floor beside him as you went on and on. He didn’t care much about all the movement; you maintained a good distance so you wouldn’t knock into him.
“Besides, it was stupid to begin with and if they’d listened to me in the first place it wouldn’t have happened at all!”
“Mhm.”
You glanced over at Squalo, stretching your arms out to rest your head on. He glanced up at your silence, and his shoulders slumped. This didn’t stop him from polishing his blade, the action repetitive, calming, like habit.
“What?”
He huffed when you smiled in that silly, dreamy way you did when you were enamoured with something. It still had to take some getting used to, seeing it directed at him.
“Nothin’. You look so nice and relaxed for once. Boss is gonna kick that out a window once you’re done.”
He grumbled something under his breath at this. It wouldn’t last very long, but still. He felt relaxed, for once. The soothing motions of sharpening and polishing his sword was a comfort to him. You rolling around on the floor like a kid was a comfort to him.
“I’m not goin’ anywhere for at least another half hour.” Your eyes started to light up at this, and he almost laughed at the way you started kicking your feet back and forth in the air. “You’re stuck with me until then.”
“Favourite thing to be stuck with.”
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early grey tea; how did they court their s/o?
if he’s an adult, he’d be… a bit more normal lol. I think he’d be very careful while getting to know you, but he’d like to show you how strong and reliable he is. y’know, adult in the mafia kind of stuff. younger though, he’d be a lot more… of a loser about it. he’d want to make sure you can also look after yourself in the future with him! so he’d stick to you like glue at school, be suuuuper annoying and stuff. fight, probably.
“Can’t you go easy on me or something at least?!”
“Doing that won’t keep you alive in a real fight, will it?”
You made a loud noise of complaint, but you still got back onto your feet to return to your original position. Kyoya gripped his tonfa a little tighter, nodding to himself.
If you could not even get up and keep training, there would be no point in trying.
There was potential in you he knew was there, and he’d be damned if the one he’d grown attached to would get killed because you didn’t try to get stronger. It only made sense to him that the one who put you through this was him and no one else. No one else would take it seriously.
“Get ready, then.”
You whined, but steeled your shoulders. Your gaze on him sharpened, eyes narrowing, and he felt his lips twitch up into a smirk.
Exactly the spark he wanted to see.
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hamartia-grander · 4 months
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Just found out I could completely skip doing my final project in my film crit class and still pass with an A,,,, I'm not gonna do that because I actually like my professor but it's crazy how giving myself permission to purposefully write the shittiest paper I've ever written in my life with absolutely no consequences actually makes the assignment FUN
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ask-ursa-tonypeter · 2 months
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[fic: wicked love] and [fic: pyrite] what do the Tonys and Peters think about their multiverse counterparts or their respective relationships/dynamics? is there anything they might respectively envy?
PYRITE (BROTHERCEST) TONY AND PETER Tony: Hey, kid? Don't fuck our dad.
Peter: Oh my god, I wouldn't!
Tony: Look, it was worth saying. We don't not share some DNA.
Peter: That's different! You're… you. …And that version of you seems like a really good dad, too.
Tony: The bar is that low, huh?
Peter: I mean it! It seems like he makes the other me really happy.
Not that, um-- obviously we're not doing what they're doing-- they're like, together-together, and we're-- we're just-- s-so yeah, it's different--
Tony: …Yeah. Sure.
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WICKED LOVE (DADSON) TONY AND PETER Peter: …They're kind of sweet?
Tony, pained: Baby, no.
Peter: Well, I mean-- it's not the best--
Tony: Peter.
Peter: --it's bad, but I don't know, it seems like they both needed someone to talk to about stuff? Like… they could actually be good brothers, if…
Tony: If one of them wasn't molesting the other one? That 'if' is doing a lot of heavy lifting there, Atlas.
Peter: Maybe… maybe he really loves him, you know? Like you love me.
Tony: …
Yeah, sure. Maybe he does.
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wigglebox · 1 year
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Destiel Month - Day 6;
Trip (shopping!)
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