@gravity-wall said : “Sometimes life deals you a bad hand, but you can still play your cards right and win.” Kazuya's wistful glance seems to be looking past Nix for the moment. Focusing in only when he remembered to, later than it should have.
"I know that all too well.." There had been plenty of incidents where the odds were stacked against her and Nix had to use what she had at her disposal.. Or just plain old determination to see things through. Though she took a moment to look up at Kazuya and frowned a little. "Hey, are you alright? You seem.. a little spaced out. Do you need a minute?" Sure, this place she had arrived in had been dangerous but she could defend herself for a while if the other needed some time alone.
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Send 🩹 to patch my muse up after a fight.
The unfortunate problem of having to use this form for battle to keep up the charade of being human is that it got injured. Easily. She could heal herself easily once she was away from the prying eyes of her companion, but for now she'd just have to deal with the pain.
She had hidden it well. Covering up the area that blood was seeping out of with a cloth to keep the red liquid from seeping out onto her garment, and she kept secretly pinching herself to keep herself from passing out, but she couldn't deny that.... her body... hurt. It wasn't a sensation she was entirely used to. She was used to her body mending itself almost immediately.
They had just been about to stop for the night when she just felt... heavy.
"Let's stop here--Zelda? Zelda!" Link's voice felt distant as she felt her form crumple to the ground. She tried to will herself awake, but she just felt tired. Ah, how fragile these flesh bodies were...
She awoke an unknown amount of time later, propped up against a tree.
"Wha..." Her voice raspy and weak. She felt warm, but also cold, ad then suddenly stinging, "Agh!" She hissed, her eyes shooting open to find her companion pressing some type of plant to her side.
"Calm down. You act like you've never had to use a salve before." He frowned, "When were you going to tell me that Lizalfos got you? Or do you just enjoy being irritatingly stubborn?"
She winced. He had a point, but this wouldn't have been a problem if she wasn't stuck posing as a mortal, but he had been irritatingly hard to shake.
"S...shut up..." She muttered softly. Link simply huffed at her as he took bandages out of their supplies. Tonight was going to be a long one.
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@wildxcardrebel said: 😈 for Queen
send 😈 to bite their cheek. | Accepting
Queen and Joker were situated in the resting area in Mementos after a few victorious battles. While they were chatting about what to do next for a while, she suddenly went quiet, lost in her thoughts. Her university mock exams were fast approaching and she wasn't sure if there was a chapter she had missed while studying or if there was enough time.
Suddenly, a pain in her cheek snapped her out of it and she gasped, her eyes immediately turning to him who had bitten her cheek. Lightly, of course to grab her attention. It's no secret that they had grown closer, but that was still such a weird way to do so.
"H-hey! What was that for?! I was thinking!" She rubbed the sore spot, then sighed. "...Sorry for ignoring you, though. I'm alright. Shall we move on or... do you want to talk more?"
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phoebe grabs logan's arm because they are scared
While Logan would admit the sudden loud bang of someone setting off and illegal firework was off-putting, he quickly looks down at the woman who grabbed his arm with a questioning expression. “I know the muscles are nice lady; but you mind tellin me your name before you get anymore familiar?” He says in a flirty yet teasing tone with a light smirk.
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Nightwing why are you warring a cape? Well for the baby of course! Dcxdp
This takes place in the same universe as my fic Mother of the storm and her star child.
A few years have passed and Danny is completely settled in and moved to bulhaven with dick. Eventually around the time he’s Turing 9 he insists that he wants to go out at night with dick. Dick is hesitant but Danny insist, pointing out how his abilities would make him the perfect recon detective. Dick can no longer argue when Danny beats both Damian and Cass the first day of training and he is out out in the field.
Danny hose out in his ghost form and picks the name phantom because it feels right and now nightwing patrols with a bird if his very own for the first time in a while. Danny is very good on patrols, he sticks close to dick often clinging to him and hiding behind him when dick is interacting with people. He’ll often turn invisible but it still doesn’t fell like enough to dick. He quickly released that he missed the cape and the layer of securing it added when Damien was his Robin.
So nightwing starts wearing a cape, and the people of his city starts coming up with all sorts of theories for the sudden change. The range from him practicing because he’s taking over the cowl to him hiding new gadgets. Very few have seen Danny and those who have are often not believed because, “nightwing had glowing eyes under his cape!” Is not very believable.
He doesn’t wear the cape all the time just when he has Danny, the cape is long the outside is black but the inside has a blue and black feather design so it looks like wings when he glides. It has a feature where it retracts in to a role on his back when he need more freedom of movement. And I’m addition to the cape he now has an extra loop hanging form his belt for Danny to grab on to as the hop rooftops. (Danny can will him self to weigh nothing so dick tends to pull him along as he floats any way)
As the news of dicks sudden costume adjustment is circulating he has to come to the watchtower with B for a mission. Danny tags along hiding in his cape like all the Robin had before him with Bruce. Meanwhile Bruce is totally not going all mushy over his grandson he is totally normal about this. All of the Leagers keep giving dick looks.
Until flash finally ask
Wally: so um nightwing what’s with the cape? I thought you hated them?
Dick*with a bright smile across his face*: it’s for my shadow!
Wally: your shadow? How is a cape ganna hide your shadow.
Dick: no not my actual shadow it’s to hide my bird.
Diana: your bird?
*Dick flares one side of the cape revealing the feathered pattern underneath but nothing else is visible hidden under the cape*
Wally: I don’t se-
Dick: whistles like a bird call
Danny slowly fading in to view giving the league a small wave as he scrambles to hide behind dicks legs: Hello
Hal: really Bruce another one!?
Dick Smiling at the small boy in his cape before closing it : nope this one’s all mine!
Meanwhile John Constantine who is present for this mission is freaked the fuck out. Because that kid with the flowing white hair and glowing freckles is definitely not human. And worse than that from what he can sense it’s pretty darn powerful to. He watches as all of his coworkers are working to get the boy out from hiding cooing over him.
Clark: he’s looking a lot better nightwing
Wally: Waite you already new about him?
Clark: yes the boy is nightwings child I’m guessing he only is just now joining the team
Diana: what’s your name little one?
Danny poking his head out of the cape: phantom my name is phantom
Fuck why was that name familiar? Oh shit that’s right John had heard rumors of the new ghost king and a prince milling around the infinite realms this must be the little ghost prince. How the fuck did dick end up with him? Waite sups said that was dicks kid, hold did dick?
John: ha Oh my god! You crazy fucker you fucked the ghosts king!
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Creative Hubris takes another unsuspecting victim.
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already seeing people who clearly don’t understand that a lot of us who are upset about what happened to marwa in this episode aren’t upset about the characters’ in-universe morality but the real life misogyny and racism in the way that this plot was handled lol
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Why the FUCK didn't Sasha apologize to Quinni.
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I've seen a lot of posts about orphaning vs deleting vs posting anonymously and people exhorting authors to never ever delete their work, and I think they always make me cranky because of this:
Whatever emotional attachment a reader has to a fic will never be stronger than the emotional attachment the writer has to it.
Maybe it's not true of every fic (and I have orphaned a couple fics in the past), but writing is frequently an emotional task. The act of putting your own creations out there is an emotional act, and one that can leave you feeling very vulnerable.
I struggled for a while wanting to delete some of my works. Knowing that people would read twenty of my works in a day and move on without so much as a word made me incredibly uncomfortable. Those twenty fics comprised an entire year of my life, an entire year of daydreaming and imagining and composing. Those were all my bus rides, what I thought of as I fell asleep, where my mind wandered when I did chores. It felt like having strangers walking through my brain, looking around silently, and leaving.
I'm not going to say everyone feels that way, because I know many people do not. My point is that in putting their work into the world, authors are putting pieces of themselves into the world, an act that can leave them feeling very vulnerable, and therefore it is their right to delete it when that becomes too difficult for whatever reason. It's not a moral failing, and it's not even really taking away something from readers. Sometimes the things we enjoy are ephemeral. Easy come, easy go.
Fandom really needs to ease off on people who delete their fics.
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# 𝒓𝒄𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅 ; continued from here.
❝ axl? ❞ erin calls out for what feels like the hundredth time even as her throat begins to close in on her, dainty hand carefully pushing the door to the master bedroom ajar. she hesitates, lingers in the threshold and struggles to calm down her racing heart. she’s beyond terrified of what might await her inside. it’s three in the morning. the clock is still ticking in the distance. tick. tick. tick. and even children know that all horrible things always happen at three in the morning. this house smells like death — the thought crosses her mind involuntarily and refuses to leave. the air is stale and there’s something dark, sinister lingering in it. ❝ @rcsechild? i’m coming in, okay? ❞ maybe he’s asleep, like most people would be at this ungodly hour, and that’s why he’s not answering, and she’s just so paranoid.
but as she steps inside, she finds the room’s been abandoned. much like the living room, the dining room, kitchen, pantry, downstairs bathroom… pale moonlight pouring in through the tall windows being the only source of light because she hasn’t yet mustered enough courage to turn on the bedside lamp. large shadows dancing between moonbeams, pretending to be what they’re not and sending chills down her spine. it’s like a dream, she thinks, a nightmare. everything’s so vivid and real, and yet it almost feels like she’s standing beside her own body, watching it unfold while having absolutely no control over what happens next. she’s growing numb because she’s had this feeling all night, keeping her wide awake — not that she’d manage to sleep otherwise, she doesn’t remember the last time she got more than two hours of undisturbed rest. a voice in the back of her head telling her to go check on her husband. legally, he’s still her husband. their lawyers have already drawn up divorce papers, but they remain unsigned. at least on her end. why? she can’t explain it.
pale blue eyes scan the area reluctantly, having already adjusted to the dark. what is she looking for? a gun? a noose? traces of blood? his feet sticking from the closet? but the room is empty. the only thing that she finds is an envelope, and for a brief second it almost feels like relief. that is until her brain reminds her that most people who commit suicide usually leave goodbye notes… her hands begin to shake as she picks up the envelope and turns it over. she lifts the unsealed flap and pulls out a single folded sheet of plain white paper. she doesn’t really want to read it. part of her is tempted to rip it apart, stand up and run for the door, never look back again. but before she can stop herself, her fingers are already unfolding the paper, gaze landing on familiar handwriting as her body sinks into the mattress. she reads it, every single word. once, twice, three times… over and over and over again. the tremor in her hands increases and she has to lower them, place them in her lap to stop the letter from flapping about in front of her eyes, giving her an even bigger headache. she smooths it out, smearing droplets of water across the paper. water? but — she begins to hyperventilate, not even realizing that there’s tears running down her cheeks. the ink spreads and words blur as more teardrops roll down her face and fall onto the letter.
for the last goodbye… he’s killed himself. he must have finally done it. that’s why he’s not answering her. she’s come here but it’s too late. it dawns on her all at once, that feeling she’s been having… a person knows what the other half of their soul departs — he’s gone. she so selfishly left him, a broken, suffering shell of a man, blamed it all on him and he’s ended it. it’s all her fault. she couldn’t be the wife that he deserved, couldn’t love him how he needed to be loved. she’s read countless of letters written by him, but not one has ever sounded this final. she folds it and tries to put it back in the envelope, but her hands are trembling too much and all she manages to do is cut the pad of her fingertip on the sharp edge. she gives up, crumples it and tucks it into the pocket of her jeans. her mind’s switched off, and her body’s acting on its own accord, moving almost automatically. her legs are weak, trembling as she stands up, as if they were made of jello. he’s here somewhere… and suddenly she thinks she knows exactly where. the one room that she hasn’t set a foot in since that halloween night. shiloh or willow’s nursery. and god does she dread going there…
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batman really just be saying shit. "killing the joker will make you the same as him"
like oh yes of course. you're definitely on par with a man who's killed thousands of innocents because you killed one person. bitch please. you're telling me bruce being a pussy enabler is why thousands of people die at the hands of one person? he should just go to therapy after killing the joker if it's that big of a deal. if you're gonna take on a role as serious and God-like as Batman/hero, you need to accept that you have to do immoral and messed up things. there's no reason to really make batman so strictly Moral if the supervillains he fights really show no shame in mass murdering and torturing innocents- innocents in a city that he swears is his and his to protect.
in a universe like dc where supervillains (+people who work with chemicals that aren't usable in the real world) exist and absolutely cannot be tied down in prison, killing is likely one of the only ways to keep cities safe. like sorry but batman has to kill the joker, a mass murderer, if he wants gotham to become a safer place. it's that or create an indestructible prison that no villains can escape from no matter what. which surprisingly hasn't been made yet, from what i know, despite all the amazing tech bruce has and can afford
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