#gas mask siblings

[kyanitedragon]

They pick on him so much

#tokyo ghoul #gas mask siblings #ichimi #jiro #sante #kazuichi ​banjou #tg #tg ch 50 #tg ch 51

[mollycustard]

Little nightmares 3 just got announced and I am giddy omg I cannot wait I have made the entirety of 2024 an Callander event called bad dream small year I’m so exited WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Wooooooooooo

#pink #pastel #pastel pink #goober #creature #dessert #little nightmares #little nightmares 2 #i’m so exited #2024 #horror games #spooky #baby doll #mirror #crane I think? #baby piano #gas mask #crow #sibling #Spotify

[hoodielord]

Green eyes in the fear fog.

For half a second, Steph thought today would be a decent day. But no, not in Gotham.

Steph's current events professor, who was also the head of student affairs, had offered extra credit to help give college tours. Look, she had to take the extra credit she had to, even if it meant that she had to be a tour guide. It wasn't hard, just annoying.

The group was small, only five people, but two of them stuck out. A brother and sister. The brother was the definition of adoption bait blue eyes, black hair, vigilante tendencies withholding. The sister was at least as tall as Jason. She had orange hair just like Babs, you'd think they were related.

Anyways, Steph's new mission was to make sure the kid and Dick never met. The kid would not stop making puns. Some of them earned him a laugh but some earned him a smack from his sister.

"Aw, come on, Jazz, it was funny."

"You can do better." she shrugged.

" Sounds like a challenge." A wicked smirk appeared on his face.

" Danny, please don't."

"Challenge accepted."

Yep, I'm definitely keeping him away from Dick.

But something was off about them other than looking at the crime capital's university. They could probably be metahumans. Their eyes seemed to slightly glow blue. They carried themselves as they had already expected danger. I mean, it pays to be prepared, especially in Gotham, but they aren't from here.

If the siblings weren't already on a list B has they should be now. Jazz had been almost ecstatic when we were moving through the psychology department. Danny was practically bouncing off the walls when it was time to go through the engineering and physics departments. Definitely should keep an eye on them.

It was reaching the end of the tour in the cafeteria. Another weird thing about the siblings was their reaction to food. They seemed to have this sort of optimistic curiosity like they were happy to have food to eat, but at the same time, they were poking to make sure it wouldn't attack or something.

Talking with the siblings was interesting too. Danny was buzzing about the engineering department. He went into a great rant about a project that Wayne Enterprises was working on in the aerospace engineering division. Maybe she should keep him away from Tim, too.

The conversation died quickly when a shriek rang out from down the hall. Steph turned quickly to see green fear toxin fill the cafeteria. Swarms of people ran for the exits knocking each over. She quickly dug through her bag and pulled out her gas masks, one for her and her backup.

"Jazz? Jazz, where did you go?" Danny called. They must have gotten separated.

Damn, she needed another one for the siblings. She shoved her spare into Danny's hands.

" Put the mask on and head for the exit."

"But I need to find Jazz."

"I'll find her. Put the mask on and go." Steph yelled as she went further into the fog. Quickly, she sent an alert to Oracle. Signal is on patrol right now, but more bats might show up.

It was dense she could barely see in front of her. There was some noise up ahead. Someone was screaming. The yelling grew louder as she rounded the corner.

"Stop! Get away!"

It was Jazz. She was practically growling. Her fist slammed into the concrete wall, leaving a deep impact. She was clearly affected by the Fear gas. A meta affected with fear gas, not good.

"Stop! Don't hurt him. He's not a monster! He's my little brother!" Jazz had gone from fury to sadness as she practically begged for her hallucination to stop haunting her.

If it wasn’t the meta thing it was whatever she was hallucinating that caught Steph’s attention. Definitely on B's list now.

"Isn't it interesting what fear does to the mind?"

Steph saw Scarecrow emerge from the fog.

"I saw you in the psychology department. Your eyes lit up like a fire. But now they are clouded with fear."

A chill went up Steph's spine. She quickly checked her mask for leaks but didn't have any. Turning her attention back to Jazz and Scarecrow, she saw something. Green eyes shifted inside the fog. They looked like a predator hunting its prey. For a second, they look like Jason's.

From behind Scarecrow, the eyes stopped, and a figure emerged. A baseball bat slammed into Scarecrow's face, knocking him to the floor. The figure came into full view now. It was Danny his eyes were glowing green.

He knelt down to Scarecrow.

"You really don't have any brains. Do you Scarecrow? If you did, you wouldn't have hurt my sister." His voice was downright, frigid.

He turned and rushed over to Jazz who was still trying to convince her hallucinations to stop.

"Jazz, it's okay. Come on, I'm fine. It's okay." His voice was soft and gentle as he helped her up. Jazz mumbled a little as she stumbled down the hall.

Steph quickly caught up to the siblings slinging Jazz's arm over her shoulder.

"Sorry, I couldn't help earlier," Steph spoke quietly.

"It's fine. Not everybody can be a hero."

Steph wanted to laugh at the irony of that statement, but she just nodded.

"Sorry about the tour too."

"It wasn't all bad."

" Oh, the rouge attack and poisoning wasn’t bad?" Steph asked sarcastically.

" Our hometown is haunted and our community college is funded by my godfather. And he is a rich fruit loop.”

‘Ghosts?’

“You know Gotham University is funded by Wayne Enterprises right?”

“Annoying crazy fruit loop or weird himbo? Hmmm. Yeah, I’m going to have to go with the himbo on this one.”

Steph laughed at that one. Bruce is going to want to hear about this but she’ll keep him away from these siblings for a little while.

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp #Danny and Jazz visit colleges #Steph is the relucent tour guide #Had a vivid image of Danny emerging from the fog to beat Scarecrow pop into my head it turned into this. #why does my brain get ideas when it is time for me to sleep why?

[chaotic-minds-think-alike]

Biiig image hopefully it like translates well but oughhg vultures,, Info/hcs about them below: (warning- long/wordy post)

General information:

Their entire lifecycle is based off bugs and thus they go through instars or larval stages of growth before they eventually cocoon and pupate and finally emerge as fully fledged adults

Through some strange modifications to their genetic and biological code, the ancients were able to make them grow their own biomechanical components through ingesting inorganic and organic material

Much more detailed under a microscope, their biomechanical structures are layered as if they were 3D printed on, but include interwoven organic components such as nerves and blood vessels

Vultures are opportunistic and will even result to cannibalism

Hatchling / 1st Instar:

multiple hatchlings will hatch all at once in a single clutch and immediately fight each other, eventually killing and consuming the loser, thus resulting in only a few grubs surviving

Nutrients gained from their siblings and material eaten from the environment around them is used to form the headpiece as quickly as possible

the modified head is used as its primary defense in the larval stage, calling adult vultures in hopes that it'll deter it's attacker- though the vultures that do arrive are most likely not the parents and will eat the grub at any given chance

5th Instar:

By now the grub has eaten as much nutrients as it could and will soon undergo pupation

The grub's first four legs have elongated to aid in travel as they will seek refuge in high perches where they will hide away and cocoon

They are swift and hard to spot in this stage because of their grime covered coat

Pupation / Near emergence:

After spinning its cocoon, the silk hardens and thickens into a tough ball

The silk is woven in with specific nutrients that promote plant growth to further hide the cocoon

After an undetermined amount of time, the cocoon gradually expands as the pupa grows into the adult form; the expansion leaves translucent areas where the silk is thin

Adult Vulture:

The engines and mask are a result of a mixture of bone-like material and metal-like material and are very hard to break

They are aware of how strong their own mask is so they stray from fighting each other, only ever attacking another vulture if they've lost their mask; this is an instinctive behavior both driven by their opportunistic nature and seeing a maskless vulture as sick or injured

As with the majority of creatures, the skin of a vulture is smooth and porous, but instead has patches of hair-like protrusions

Through a mysterious process, vultures are able to synthesize various chemicals to aid in flight, namely helium gas, which is pumped into the feathers

This process brings toxic byproducts: chlorine and iodine gas, which is forcefully expelled alongside the helium through the engines and out of the creature

A vulture's engines are raised occasionally to allow more airflow and a faster exchange of gas as standalone they accumulate these chemicals regardless of exertion

The feathers of a vulture are akin to swim bladders and are inflated with helium gas to allow the creature to fly, the feathers retain their flat shape but the skin is expanded and shows the true colors of the wings, when deflated the feathers are black in color

When on the ground, the feathers of a vulture are deflated and much tougher, their wings will curl into "fists" as they walk, occasionally extending their wings to grab ahold of things with their prolegs

Previously as a grub, they had 4 developed legs before they pupate, the mid legs turned into a pair of weak grabbing arms, mainly used to preen the creature

The grub's last pair of legs became fat reserves

The jaws of a vulture are pretty animal-like and only have a top and bottom jaw, they also have pedipalps which are used to preen, grab, and feel things

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King Vulture:

Unknown as to how they originated, bear slightly different genetic coding compared to normal vultures, namely noticed with the mysterious brand on their masks

the vulture is larger to accommodate a second pair of lungs solely used to power the harpoon mechanism

The harpoon is shot via a swift expulsion of air similar to a sneeze, through the cables that they stiffen and expand, sending the harpoon flying at dangerous speeds

Relaxation of the cables allows them to slowly retract back on their own

#myart #rainworld #design #concept #rainworld vulture #vulture #king vulture #bugs #insect #rainworldbuilding

[demonic0angel]

More Jazz Forms (click for clarity)

TW: disturbing content, body horror

1) Head only Jazz

+ She is a head that walks on a bunch of mysterious tentacles. She’s inspired by a CN novel called “Let the Villain Go” in a chapter where a demon pops up and is described as a head that walks on tentacles (I may be delulu and remembered it wrong).

+ Around 900 feet tall. Most of the height is her tentacles, but her head is still around 100 feet tall.

+ Jason is a little obsessed with how huge she is. When he is away, she stays standing over his apartment like a creepy water storage tank. Nobody can see her except liminals and ghosts, so she remains undetected by Jason’s side.

+ She is generally peaceful and doesn’t move much. She is a relatively quiet being with no explicit ability to defend herself or attack. I imagine her to be very dreamy, despite her piercing stare.

2) Celestial Object Jazz

+ She is a quasi-stellar radio source, AKA a quasar :)

+ Impossibly large and infinite. She is so big that her gravitational pull is pulling apart a piece of the universe. Jason thinks that she’s beautiful, and he looks for her every night. He uses special technology to see her on Earth and when he can, he sneaks onto the Watchtower to look at her.

+ The mass of the black hole that she is made of is around 150 billion solar masses. She is located extremely far from the Milky Way within the largest galaxy of the universe. Since she is technically both the black hole and the gas that surrounds it, she won’t be fading for awhile.

+ Her origin is unknown in this idea (but is related to her siblings, who have all become celestial objects themselves). Her existence is extremely old and that is partially Clockwork’s fault.

3) Corrupted Jazz

+ She has become corrupted from years of ectoplasm, death, and generally instability. The tentacles that come from her stomach is actually just pieces of her soul that are trying to reach for others. She calls for help, but no one but Jason has been reaching out.

+ She cannot be around people for too long, or she causes insanity, violent mood swings, headaches, auditory and visual hallucinations, paranoia, nosebleeds, and general weakness, even if they cannot see her. Jason is somewhat resistant to her, but she heavily restrains herself so the effects of her existence won’t hurt him.

+ She tries to stay away from Jason, but bc she’s so clingy, she watches him from a distance. Her presence brings shadows and darkness, so he’s also been getting a reputation of scaring criminals to pissing themselves whenever he comes by.

+ Her body is covered in shadows, but she glows a little from the ectoplasm, so her silhouette can be vaguely seen.

4) Monochrome Jazz

+ Inspired by Lady Dimitrescu and Hachishakusama

+ She dresses in all black and her skin is pale as well. A hat and face mask cover all available skin on her face. Any skin below the neck is also covered.

+ She is around 9 feet tall. She stalks Jason whenever she can and always follows him around. She is extremely hostile and dangerous and does not hesitate to attack when she feels even the slightest but threatened. She is also completely mute.

+ She is both a ghost and an urban legend, hence why she looks like that. Underneath her mask is a mouth of razor sharp teeth like a moray eel.

5) Wolf Jazz

+ Inspired by Jason’s Red Hood motif that is similar to Little Red Riding Hood. That’s also why I associate Jazz with so many canine themes :)

+ Black fur, several pairs of eyes, and two sets of deformed ears. I am debating whether or not she also has 3 pairs of legs.

+ She follows Jason around like a dog, but does not behave like a pet. As such, he can’t order her around unless she wants to listen to him. Thankfully, she likes cooperating with him and the two of them terrorize the criminals of Crime Alley.

+ She is around 4 feet tall when standing on all fours, but when she stands up on her hind legs, she is around 9 feet tall. She is very fluffy.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #jazz fenton #danny phantom x dc #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc #dcxdp #jason todd #anger management #jason x jazz #anger management ship #hardcover ship #I researched so much so jazz could be a quasar #celestial object au #tall jazz #body horrow cw #tw blo0d #cw blood #tw body horror #man why does jazz follow jason around so much

[return-of-a-space-cowboy]

You're just like an angel p1 (Yandere Miguel O'Hara X female reader)

I was not immune to the simping, different to my usual but I hope you guys enjoy

Warning: slight nsfw

"Hey I'm sorry but I'm gonna be stuck on a late shift at the scrapyard tonight. I have some noodle packets in the cupboard you can use to cook dinner tonight" you messaged your siblings as you got onto your scooter.

"Hope you have a good night (Y/n)" one of your colleagues said as they walked past you.

"You too" you replied as you put your phone away and started your scooter.

You hated lying to your siblings but you had to do this tonight, a shipment like this from Alchemex wasn't going to happen again in a long time. You had to get your hand on more of their materials to further the inventions you were working on. Perhaps you'd even try to improve that suit of yours. You'd have to at some point, the rumors of 'The Vulture' were going around now as well as a new superhero called Spiderman, he'd certainly be an issue if he got in your way now.

You drove all the way to a storage house. You got off your scooter and hopped off before heading inside.

"Good evening Maggie" he greeted you by the fake name you'd given him when you rented out the storage room.

"Afternoon Thompson" you replied as you made your way to the front desk. He handed you your key and you made your way to your designated storage room.

You unlocked the padlock and pulled the roller door up. A single duffle bag and a Jerry can were inside. You kneeled and opened the duffle bag and pulled out your gear and inspected it. You hissed at the dents in your armor plating. You knew this was inevitable with aluminum but you had no lightweight alternative you could afford.

You tried it on and all the mechanisms seemed to work well so you packed it back up except for the lucky green pilot jacket that you'd received from your grandfather before he passed away. You put that on before grabbing the bag and Jerry can before leaving.

"I don't understand why you don't just keep that stuff at home, you always seem to need it," Thompson said as you handed back the key.

"I'm just afraid one day my granddad's air force memorabilia will get damaged or stolen at the apartment I and my family live in, so I leave them here until I go out to the veterans' gatherings," you explained.

"Well that makes sense, you must love your granddad a lot" he replied.

"Yeah, he was my role model. Having these helps keep his memory alive" you explained, it was a partial lie, the jacket was a treasured piece from your grandfather and he was the person who sparked your love of engineering.

"Have a good night" you said before leaving. Your next stop was a gas station to fill the jerry and your scooter before driving out to New Jersey along Route 95. Alchemex had cut a fair chunk of the road off so they could drive safely as well as a fair amount of security from what you heard. You put on your armor, and heavy-duty gloves and filled the jetpack with petrol, and wiped it down putting it on. Then you put on the makeshift gas mask you had made with an aluminum cover in the shape of a beak before putting your earplugs in and grabbing your binoculars and keeping an eye on the road.

Eventually, you saw the headlights in the distance and you put on your goggles and grabbed your bag with some tools before pulling the wire to start the engine and pulling another to open the wings. You ran in the direction of the wind and soon took off. You flicked a lever on the back to put it to a higher power.

You used the wire for your wings to steer you forward until you were above the truck. You hovered above it, determining the best spot to land. If you were too close to the front or back the security drivers would see you so you had to be meticulous. You managed to land in the middle of the trailer, turned your jetpack off, pulled in the wings, and quickly grabbed the blowtorch from your bag to burn a hole into the metal. Once done you stood up and slammed your foot in the middle causing it to fall.

You jumped in and put your blowtorch to the side as you started going through the various boxes of equipment. You took some motherboards, some strange-looking cells that you assumed were batteries, a few miniature glass computer monitors, and a speedometer. You had just grabbed your blow torch and put it in your bag when you heard a screech and a smash just seconds before the truck violently shook before it began to roll. You were tossed around and into the walls before blacking out.

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You woke up with a pounding headache. You sat up and kept your eyes closed as you tried to ride your headache out. Once it started to fade you opened your eyes to see you were in a plain white place that seemed like a warehouse. You looked around for your bag but couldn't find it.

"Where the hell am I?" You asked yourself.

"Somewhere you don't belong" a deep voice responded that made you freeze up for a moment. You looked around for the source only to see a bright red light heading towards you. You luckily dodged and looked towards where the light had come from to see a figure dressed in a suit of blue and red. Your mind thought it was that supposed Spiderman but it wasn't the same suit. It was very similar though, a copycat maybe?

"Hey Spiderman, I don't know where I am. I'll just leave and we can just forget about this right?" You asked. Something else was thrown towards you and you sprinted behind one of the shelves. You looked back at what he threw, it seemed like some kind of forcefield cage. Something straight out of science fiction.

"Ok, so I'll take that as a no?" You muttered as you put your earplugs back in and pulled the wires hoping to God it didn't get damaged in the crash. It started and you tried to fly through the top shelves to avoid whatever he was using but another red light was launched your way, this time you weren't so lucky. That red line managed to stick to your jetpack lever and turned it off. You screamed as you fell but were stopped last second by another red line. Another removed the earplugs.

You looked up at him now noticing his suit was glowing almost as if it were a screen. What kind of tech did this man have?

"You're quite the amateur," the man said as he pulled you up. This was definitely not the same Spiderman the news had been talking about. That was for certain, they made the one on the news seem like a novice.

Once he pulled you up you were quick to throw a punch to his face. He didn't even try to avoid it, he didn't even react to it.

You threw another, this time however he caught your fist.

"Why don't you just give up?" He asked you slightly amused by your attempt to hurt him.

"No! I know you're going to take me to the police! I can't get locked up!" You screamed in desperation, there was something so pathetic in your desperation yet at the same time he found it a little admirable that you'd even try to fight back against him.

You kicked and punched as hard as you could but nothing seemed to affect him. Within a blink of an eye, he returned a punch to your stomach and you collapsed In front of him as all the air left your body. You were gasping for air as he dropped another cage thing onto you.

"I'm not taking you to the police," he told you, you should have felt relieved but you didn't, surely he wouldn't let you go so easily. You tried to get up but then you felt the worst feeling imaginable, like your entire body was being stretched and stabbed at the same time. You screamed out in pure agony before passing out from the pain.

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You woke up again, this time you were in a dark room, and the only light was from the platform. You looked down at yourself to see you had been tied to a chair with only your undergarments on.

"Hey, where the hell are my clothes!" You screamed. The platform began to lower and you saw that Spiderman again, this time he wasn't wearing the mask. Olivey skin, dark eyes, and brunette hair all with a well-sculpted face to match. However, it was apparent that he was quite a bit older than you were.

"They're folded in the corner, had to make sure you didn't have any other devices on you" he explained in a neutral tone as he made his way towards you. His accent made his words roll pleasantly but you still could not trust him.

"So why am I here? don't you think I'm a little below your league to be wherever this is?" You asked.

"I just have a few questions to ask you" he replied as he stood just a few feet away and observed you with a scrutinizing gaze. You tried to keep calm but he could see how nervous you were. You certainly weren't like any of the anomalies he'd met before, you were far less confrontational.

"If I can go home then I'll answer them," you said.

"It all depends on how you answer them" he replied

"Name?"

"(Y/n) (L/n)"

"Where are you from?"

"Brooklyn"

"Occupation?"

"Working at a scrapyard, is that all? These questions don't seem important enough for you to know" You asked him after the first few rapid-fire questions. You could have lied but you were not in the position to do so, he could very well have all the answers and is just testing your honesty.

"Do you use The Vulture as an alias?" He continued as he disregarded your question.

"Well, I don't personally however that has become something the public has begun to use for my crimes" you explained. It was clear to him you weren't a real villain, at least not yet. You weren't without flaws but in comparison to the Vulture from his universe you were a Saint. At this point, he was genuinely intrigued by you.

"What about your past?" He asked.

"Nothing remarkable, I just lived in a low-income family for all of my life" you replied.

"Really… I don't think an average crook would go to the effort you have, what made you?" He asked.

"You want to know?" You questioned.

"I need to know as much as I can" he replied.

"Well… my family has always been rough, my father didn't want a baby but my mum insisted on keeping me so my father left her before I was born. I ended up being the eldest of three with my siblings from different fathers. From a young age, I was fascinated by machines and wanted to be an engineer. I pretty much studied my ass off, especially after my mum's late fiance died in that car accident. At that point, I knew I had to get a scholarship if I had any chance of helping my family, so I tried to ace pretty much everything I could to get a scholarship from high school. I was told by all my teachers that I'd get that scholarship…" you explained as you felt your blood boil and heart race from anger.

"but on graduation day that scholarship was awarded to none other than the principal's own son. He could have easily afforded to send his son on his own dime but no, he had to take my one chance… my one chance to help my family get out of all the poverty we'd been living in!" You Hissed as your knuckles turned white from how hard you clenched them.

"Getting a job after high school was a struggle but I managed to find one at a scrapyard. It didn't come without its obstacles but I persevered. Eventually, I realized that nothing was going to get better from just perseverance and a smile on my face like I'd been told all my life. Clearly, I had to do things the dirty way if I ever wanted to get out of my situation. That's when I turned to stealing in an attempt to make my inventions, however, I could only get so many materials from scrap so I had to figure out how to get my hands on better materials. That's when I made that" you explained as you pointed to your jetpack that had been placed on the floor. However, you noticed that a similarly designed flight harness was on display along with other pieces of tech on the wall.

"I guess my design wasn't as original as I thought…" you nervously chuckled, you were a little disheartened at the discovery. You sighed as you turned your head to the other side to look at the ground.

Miguel had tried his best to avert his gaze from your body. He really shouldn't have been thinking of what he was but the thought of those lush legs wrapped around his hips or his cock sandwiched between those subtle breasts. He was cursing himself, you were someone he had only just met, and a villain at that.

He was only brought back when he heard you scream as you glitched.

"What was that?" You asked between panting.

"You're glitching, it's because you ended up in a dimension you don't belong in" he explained.

"Dimension?!" You exclaimed. This really was some science fiction stuff you got yourself in.

"Yes and this is where the main questions begin," he told you.

"How did you discover a portal?" He asked.

"I have no idea, the last thing I remember is the truck I was in rolling" you explained.

"You didn't see anyone different at all?" He asked.

"Nope, not at all" you replied.

"Can I leave now?" You asked. Sure he could have let you go, you didn't have any information on the anomaly that entered your dimension. However, you were still a personal interest of his.

"I can't right now, I still have my suspicions about you," he told you in a stern tone.

"Please, I gotta look after my siblings and I'll lose my job if I don't get back soon" you tried to reason.

"I'll let you go in a few days," he said before your restraints were removed. You quickly hurried to your clothes to put them back on.

Once you were back in your clothes he handed you something, a wristband.

"What's this for?" He asked.

"It'll stop you from glitching for the day" he explained before another cage surrounded you. You placed the wristband on and inspected it.

Now you wait, hopefully, you'll be sent home soon.

#yandere #yandere miguel o'hara #miguel o'hare x reader #spiderman 2099 x reader #x reader #yandere miguel o'hara x reader

[fcthots]

I'm literally tearing up this morning at the idea of Tim sitting in the cave, trying to get some important work done like usual when suddenly a wave of darkness ascends upon the cave. Like something out of a horror movie, dread washes over Tim as he fearfully creaks his head around to see Gus sitting on the chair, looking over Tim's shoulder—MENACINGLY.

I had so much fun writing this.

It was 5 am and everyone else had gone to bed. There was a fear gas attack and while no one had been unable to put on their rebreather, the manor was still on lockdown, though, just to monitor in case of any delayed effects. Tim wasn't supposed to be on the batcomputer but it was important! He was doing research on the new chemicals Scarecrow had added to his toxin and if their addition changed the effects of the formula as compared to the original. As it turns out, he was right. It seemed that now prolonged exposure could cause delayed effects. Fuck, Tim loves being right! He starts recording any other new effects the toxin may have.

A chill hits him. The hairs on the back of his neck raise. He can feel eyes with malicious intent watching him. After being robin for so long, he knows what the stare of a real threat feels like as it watches its prey. Fuck. Someone must have gotten into the cave. He thinks of yelling for Kon, but Kryptonians can't hear into the cave. His family is all asleep in their respective bedrooms, and there's no one that can get to him in time. He hasn't acknowledged their presence yet, so he could pick up his phone and pretend to send a funny text to a friend but actually text the other bats, but that could also backfire if his intruder swooped in while he was vulnerable.

Deep breath in. Deep breath out. Maybe his rebreather was cracked. Maybe this is all just delayed fear gas effects. Maybe one of his siblings hadn't handed all of their gear off to be washed and he's just getting a mini whiff of the gas, and that's why he feels the eyes of a predator on his back.

He hears something rustle.

Ok, so not a hallucination, probably. Auditory hallucinations usually take exposure to copious amounts of gas, but maybe this was all part of the new strand.

He could feel them getting closer. He slowly wraps his hand round a battarang that was left on the desk. He can't see anything in the reflection of the screen. On the count of three he has to turn around and face his opponent.

Three. Fuck, he's exhausted.

Two. He's too tired to be doing this.

One. Bruce is gonna kill him if he dies.

Go.

He turns around and stands all in one motion, staying as low to the ground as possible. He doesn't have long to take in all of his surroundings, so he does it quick. This would be so much easier if he had his mask, which can track the heat of body signatures, but he took it off so Alfred could clean it. He really hopes Alfred isn't the one to find his body.

He doesn’t see anything in his immediate line of sight. He keeps his body moving, so he's a harder target. He looks everywhere else. Nothing. Maybe it's an LOA assassin. Ra's needs to get off his dick already.

But he looks even in the spots where a ninja would be trained to hide, and... nothing. Nothing at all. An alarming amount of nothing. By his calculations there was an 85% chance that it wasn't a hallucination. He drops his fighting stance. He did forget to factor in his sleep deprivation...

As soon as his guard is down, he is immediately attacked from behind. He whirls around and drops back into a fighting stance. His training kicks in. Don’t look at the affected area first, look at your attacker first. He ignores the pain in his leg and looks to where they would have to be standing and...nothing. He looks down to his leg.

Fucking Gus.

"Get off of me, asshole!! Why are you even here? Can Jason seriously not sleep without his cat fucking night?" Tim tries to peel Gus's claws out of him where Gus's limbs are wrapped around his leg. "Ow! Fuck! Don't bite me! This is why I don’t pet you. Get. The. Fuck. Off. Of. Me."

He finally tosses Gus off his leg and Gus runs away impressively fast for a cat if his size.

Tim yells out across the batcave, "I never thought I could hate a cat until I met you!"

#saph’s love letters #jason todd #jason todd x reader #saph’s thots #red hood #red hood x reader #jason todd imagine #jason todd x you #39yuki #red hood imagine #red hood x you #jason todd crack #gus the cat #jason todd x reader crack #red hood crack #red hood x reader crack #crack

[heartfullofleeches]

Can u like the post or hashtag for the casino group??? Ik that clover the bunny rabbit dude is there but my memory is a lil foggy

Yeye. Links to the main tags and the existing individual ones + some brief descriptions on everyone we have so far-

Clover [he/him] - Pathetic meow meow Rabbit demon man. Was a devoted Christian before his demise. Timid, somewhat cowardly. A magician who messes up a good percentage of his acts - also a hopeless romantic search for the other half to his heart and act. The dagger that took his live is still embedded in his chest - the wound bleeds profusely when removed

Hearts [they/them] - Acrobat Clown. The new head of security after Spade stepped down. Unlike their coworker who abandoned the role due to their violence when taking care of unwanted guests, Hearts is a trigger happy mess looking for any reason to strangle someone with their ribbons. Limbs are doll pairs - the ribbons they use for their performances are woven throughout their entire body flesh and not. Does not like to talk about what happened to their limbs.

Diamond [they/them] - Disgruntled bartender. Wears a gas mask they refuse to take off due to the effects their eyes have on mortals and lesser demons. Their saliva is a powerful toxic that in micro doses can give folks a nice buzz/act as an aphrodisiac. Grumpy asshole. Hates their job, hates the casino. Really wants to kiss someone, but at the same time they don't due to the whole poison thing.

Spade [any pronouns] - Head of maid staff. Invisible without their face makeup and clothing. Stoic, a person of few words. Secretly has a love for cute things which is once reason why they were glad to hand over their role as head of security to Hearts as it meant they could wear the maid outfits. On friendly/sibling terms with the Aces

The Aces [they/them] - A group of four assistances assigned to the other four. Pretty much hive-mind with some minor individuality between them. Still, they are connected mentally and almost never act alone.

Queen [he/him] - A signer at the casino. Siren Demon. Has a on land form, but rarely leaves his tank as the lack of water dries out his skin. Flirty, uses his voice to lure wandering mortals to his tank. Whether he eats/drowns them or befriends them depends on the humans actions.

King [She/her] - Big ass dragon lady. Another entertainer at the casino - the undefeated champ at the knight tournaments held. Loud, thickskulled. So many scars it looks like she got tossed in a blender.

Mr. Devil: Owner of the casino. Dealer. Only knows how to play blackjack. Seriously, what are they doing here? Tries to make the casino a safe space for humans, demons and everything else in between and not - but is nowhere to be seen when things go wrong.

#Devil casino #The Aces #♥️ my oc #♣️ my oc #♦️my oc #♠️ my oc #Queen my oc #King my oc #yandere oc #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere x reader #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #male yandere #yandere x you #female yandere

[desideriumwriter]

Anyone Else But You | Chapter 1 | F.W

Chapter Summary - The introduction to all the reasons why reader despises the Weasley twins, especially Fred Weasley.

Pairing - Fred Weasley x Fem!Gryffindor!Reader

Category - enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, slowburn

Content Warnings - animal abuse? (fred & george feed a firework to a salamander.) 

Word Count - 1.5k

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There’s no one who irritates you more than the Weasley Twins. 

They’re loud, immature, unreliable, clumsy, arrogant, touchy, careless, childish, stubborn, just genuinely stupid. It’s as if everything you hated had been mixed together and formed into two tall, redheaded, teenage boys. 

Ever since you started your first year with them, it’s felt as if they’re the most agitating people in the world. Now you're all in your fifth year, and they’ve only gotten worse since then. 

It’s bad enough that you got put in the same house as them, you also somehow got multiple classes with them every year, and that your parents were friends with their parents. But, what added fuel to the fire was that they knew you didn’t like them, that you found them annoying and unfunny, and that only made them pester you more.

Yet it was surprising you were able to make friends with their younger brother, Ron. He didn’t care about your hatred for the twins, he agreed sometimes on how they would take their “pranks” too far, especially with him. He spilled to you about the plenty of times they used his phobias against him, when Fred turned his teddy bear into a spider when he was younger, they practically fueled his fear of spiders, or when both of the twins tried to get him to make an unbreakable vow when he was only five.

Ron also told you about how they tormented his other siblings as well.

George once admitted (proudly) that he and Fred attempted to shove Percy into a tomb while on a trip to Egypt, however, their mum caught them in the act, and they put beetles in his soup. They let off a dungbomb under their elderly aunt's chair on Christmas day. Even though you heard about their elderly aunt being unpleasant and unsympathetic, it’s risky to scare a 107-year-old with something explosive.

They would mess with their older brother Charlie, who studies and takes care of dragons now, by hiding his books about dragons or pretending that they accidentally destroyed them.

The twins seemed the most lax with Ginny, you didn’t hear about too many mean pranks being pulled on her. They would scare her by jumping up behind her with creepy masks on or steal all her food off her plate when she wasn’t looking. She was probably the favorite sibling to them.

There were so many more events that gave you more reasons to hate them.

In their first year, they set off a dungbomb in one of the corridors, the smell wouldn’t go away for days, it lingered through the air and anyone even remotely close would unwillingly get the strong, foul, disgusting smell of it in their nostrils, also if you walked through the gas, the smell would stick to you. 

They fed a firework to a salamander, they wanted to ‘see what would happen’. You accidentally and unwillingly witnessed it, making the mistake of choosing to study at the lake that day.

They’ve hidden and messed up Percy’s Head Boy badge, they nearly made their poor brother cry because of it.

At the end of Second year, they set off the last of their Filibuster Fireworks on the train ride home.

They constantly stole items from other classmates, including you. There have been multiple times your textbooks and/or notes have gone missing for several days. When your stuff would magically appear on your bed in the dorms, there’d be a note attached to it saying “Thanks for letting us borrow this!” or something along the lines of that. Also, little doodles and drawings on the sides of your notes and sometimes your textbook.

Sometimes they wouldn’t even put your textbooks or your notes on your bed, they’d hide them. Putting them in your nightstand drawers, under your bed, behind the curtains, inside your closet, on top of the closet, and even inside of your pillowcase. You remember the first time they hid it there.

You had stayed up far too late studying in the common room, there was a test in Snape’s class in the morning that you definitely weren't ready for. You decided maybe you should go to bed after your head nearly hit the table you were sitting at for a third time due to you falling asleep.

You closed your notebook and gathered your supplies, heading up to the girl's dormitory. Too tired to put your things away properly, you put them on the floor next to your bed. You turned off your lamp and flopped down onto your pillow. Instead of feeling a cool, soft, and comfortable cushion touch your head, you hit your head on a large, solid, and heavy textbook.

You hissed out loud in pain, causing a few girls to groan and stir in their sleep. You sat up and held the side of your head which was now stinging, you wouldn’t be surprised if you got a lump the next day due to how hard your head smacked into it.

You turned back on the light next to your bed, you looked at your pillow, noticing the large rectangular shape inside it, you could see the cover of your textbook with a small piece of paper stuck on it through the sheer fabric. Angrily, you took your textbook out of the pillowcase, taking the folded piece of the paper that was on the front and opening it.

Thanks for letting us borrow this! Sweet dreams!

                                      Much love, F and G!

You would’ve screamed and stormed your way over to the boy's dorm to beat both of the twins with the book if it wasn’t past midnight and if you weren’t in a room of sleeping girls. All you could do was put the textbook with the rest of your things and go to sleep angry, or at least try to sleep, now that you were wide awake and your head was throbbing.

Anyways, they also cheated all the time, they’d constantly bug you for answers in the middle of tests when they didn’t even need them. You hate to say this, but they were insanely good at potions. It makes sense how they created all those sweets. They would be able to fly through the tests in less than ten minutes at least, but they didn’t, they were lazy, so they’d mooch off you. When they’d get caught, they’d both blame you, which nearly got you in trouble with Snape several times.

Speaking of professors. They would mess with them. They threw snowballs at the back of Professor Quirrell's head. But, after learning the truth about what was going on with Quirrell under the head scarf. Maybe that could be the only thing they’ve ever done that was somewhat valid. It was still bad for Quirrell, he was already taking enough sneering from students the entire time he was working at the school, he was just being used as a vessel.

But that's not the point we’re talking about here. 

There are way too many reasons for why you hate those redheaded twins. You didn’t understand how people put up with them, how they found them entertaining and funny. They were embarrassing. You hated how they excused themselves from responsibility. How they claimed everything they did was a “joke” or “prank” to get out of trouble.

It was like your brain was programmed to put you in a bad mood anytime you thought of them or were around them. Your eyes would roll annoyedly at the sight of them. You would get snippy and aggressive if they even tried talking to you. You did everything in your power to keep yourself away from them for the sake of your mood.

Their entire existence made your blood boil. Fred especially. He’s the worst out of the two of them. But there’s a difference between him and George. Fred is the instigator, George smooths things out, but that doesn’t mean he’s not trouble though. George is less annoying, only a bit less annoying. He’s nearly as annoying as Fred, but it seems as if Fred is more determined to get on your nerves.

And he is. You can tell.

He becomes louder when near you, constantly taps on your shoulder, asking for something when he already knows you won’t give him whatever it is or pretends like he didn’t, he also throws things at you and pretends that he doesn’t, lies or says things wrong on purpose just for you to scoff and correct him, calls you nicknames that you hate, teases you for whatever he can find, it’s as if he nitpicks anything you do so he can use it against you to annoy you, he does every little thing that peeves you only because he wants to get some type of reaction out of you, and the only reason on why he does it? He thinks it’s funny. 

Fred isn’t completely fond of you either.

He knows what bothers you, what gets on your nerves, what makes your blood boil, then he uses it against you, to piss you off. You’re not sure how exactly he knows so much, but just somehow he does. Either it could be because he knows legilimency (which is very unlikely) or it’s that he’s just been listening in on your conversations with friends.

Whatever, what you are sure of is that you can’t stand the Weasley twins. You hate the Weasley twins. You hate Fred and George Weasley. You hate Fred Weasley. You hate him with every bone and muscle in your body.

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taglist: @sublimepenguinpeach-blog @five-seconds-flat @nal-leo-17

#fred weasley #fred weasley fic #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x fem!reader #fred weasley angst #fred weasley smut #fred weasley series #fred weasley fanfic #fred weasley fluff #anyone but you #anyone but you series

[silversainz]

first everything ✦ LH44

summary: first everything with Lewis

notes: first time trying this lmk how you like it!, There also might be some errors, as I had to finish writing this on mobile sorry!

First date with him: he honestly seems like the type to let you pick the restaurant, so you feel more comfortable eating there. let’s you pick the sitting area, pick the appetizers etc. at first you’re both very quiet, not really saying anything to each other, being way too shy to say anything. but Lewis is the first to start up a conversation about how your days been going, asks about your mom, dad or siblings, work etc. and so the rest of the night is filled with laughter and memories you’ll both want to remember forever.

second date: is 100% a beach or yacht date, he’ll set and plan the whole thing for days, or weeks. Until he had everything perfectly planned out. he’ll have a dinner table set up on the head of the deck with candles, roses, wine, and your favorite food. he’ll honestly buy you a pretty outfit and cover your eyes with his hands, as he leads you on the head of the boat where everything was at. within the night as you both are chatting away he’ll casually slide a black box over to you, when you open it, it’ll be a beautiful necklace that’ll leave you speechless.

His first time staying at your place : after so many dates and many late nights staying on the phone together till you both fell asleep. You and Lewis finally decided to take your relationship to the next step and stay over at one another’s place. The first time he sees your apartment he’s in awe, because how similar you and him design your apartments. but besides the point, when he stays over for the night best believe he has a whole list of stuff he wants to do. build a fort? yes have a movie marathon? yes, have a random bake off yes. also cuddle sessions for hours, while you both chat away about the most randomness stuff.

your first time staying at his place: since he had stayed at your place it was only fair that you stayed over at his apartment. like him staying over at your place, he’ll plan out a list of things you both could do when you’re staying at his, doing late night face masks? Yes, having a cook off to see who can make the best (vegan) pizza? yes, going to the gas station at three in morning to get snacks, yes. he makes you feel right at home when you’re staying with him. always gives you some of his hoodies, in case you forgot some. gives you space when you’re changing. you staying with him honestly felt so right he’ll probably not want you to go back to your place, he’ll want you to stay with him forever.

first kiss: first kiss would probably be after your first date, you and him would be walking back to your apartment, after the date. it was cold, so you and him were holding hands, laughing about everything, completely forgetting that you were still on your first date, honestly feeling like you’ve been on your 4th one already. as you both approached your apartment it felt kinda sad, the night was still young and you both had a lot of bottles of wine to keep your minds racing and busy to even think about sleep. so it’ll be like a cheesy movie, he walked you to your door and now you both stood there, quiet, that is until, you decide to invite him into your home. Again like a rom-com you asked him if he wanted some water, only to turn around and see him giggling a shit-ton. you both being way too tipsy, you start giggling with him. the moment felt right and so he stopped giggling and walked up to you, softly crashing his lips on to yours. the kiss felt right, soft, gentle, warm. it was something you’ll definitely remember when your sober.

first ‘time’ with him: first time with Lewis would probably come a little unexpected to be honest. you both were a little over three months into your relationship. still a freshly new relationship, You both decided you wouldn’t want to rush into things, so you took things slow, honestly loving that a lot more than rushing. He’d ask if you wanted to spend the night at his knowing you had a spare change of clothes at his. the night felt right, it felt like you both moved in with each other. he’d make dinner while you cut up the vegetables, you both would be laughing about something, while drinking beers and feeding each other food like a movie scene. but as the laughter died down, and you and him were cleaning up, Lewis would cheekily pick you up and sit you down on the kitchen counter, no words needed to be said as he settled himself in-between your legs crashing his lips on to yours, the mixture of beer and lust overtaking your minds. he would be gentle with you, like you were a glass and afraid he would broke you. clothes would be tore off and thrown somewhere on the floor, soft sounds of moans and groans would fill the room as you left scratches up and down his back, while he whispered sweet nothings in your ear

first I love you: it’ll come after he won a race. he had invited you to go watch him race for the first time, as you had always said no, nerves not really that qualified to watch the man you loved race around in a fast car knowing anything could happen. when you finally said yes. you’ll arrive at the paddock, meeting all his friends, teammate, and all the other people in the garage. he’d be getting ready to race, everything on and car ready to go. as you watched him drive off your nerves did not slow down. but they did stop once you saw the checkered flag and his car finishing first. it’ll be, in his eyes, a perfect moment. everybody was cheering him on his he ran towards them celebrating the win with him. he would then run over to you, picking you up, swinging you around while planting kisses all over your face, and then the word would slide off your tongue so casually, a simple “I love you” being told in his ear by you, would have him stopping everything, and like in those movies, he’d take off his helmet dropping it to the floor, while crashing his lips on to yours, whispering I love you over and over, until somebody had to drag him off of you to go to the podium, but even while being dragged away from you he’d still be shouting I love you.

meeting his parents: throwing up, and having a panic attack is what you felt when Lewis suggested that you should meet his parents, having been going out for almost a year now, it was only right. but despite what you felt you said yes, not wanting to sound rude or disrespectful if you said no every time he asked if you wanted to meet them. so when the time came for you to meet them, Lewis would proudly show you off to them, which Honestly helped you step out of your comfort zone and talk freely with them. his moms and dad would constantly ask about when you’d both have children, ask about your own family and what you did for a living. his parents adore you, even if they met you for ten or five seconds, they already adore you, and they already consider you apart of the family.

Meeting your parents: now meeting your parents is a pain, not from your parents, no, from your two younger brothers. they are very overprotective of you and disapprove of everyone you date (they are ten and twelve), so when Lewis meets them, they immediately give him the what do you want with my sister talk which makes him laugh, but gives them a little speech about how much he loves you and how he brought them gifs, which immediately makes them like him. your parents on the other hand absolutely adore him, mostly because of how much you talk about him and how happy he makes you. and without even needing to question him or even sit him down and talk to him, they already consider him apart of the family and expect him to visit them when you do.

editing on mobile sucks so I'll fix it in the morning, also I’m happy with everything on here, except the meeting your parents so lmk if it makes sense or doesn’t and I’ll change it up a bit

#lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton fluff #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton x you #lewis hamilton drabble #lewis hamilton fanfic #lewis hamilton imagine #f1 fluff #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 x you

[hypnoneghoul]

dewdrop who is absolutely terrified of fire...

cigarettes and weed turned to vapes

gas stove in the ghouls' kitchen was switched to an electric one

the fireplaces were bricked up and there are now only radiators for heating

if the power goes out in the abbey it's just dark because they can't use candles

it took months for him to be able to even exist with ifrit and alpha in the same room

if someone is cooking, especially meat, they must be so careful to not burn it because if they do the smell will give dew a panic attack

he doesn't attend mass or any celebrations in the abbey because there's always shitload of candles, he barely walks around it after dark at all

when siblings or other ghouls want to have a big bonfire he tightly shuts his curtains and shakes curled up in bed in the complete darkness

and well, the pyrotechnics... he knows he can't disappoint the clergy or he'll be on his way back to the pit in no time. him or someone else. he cries under the mask, every damn time, but hes nothing if not a good actor... right?

but

he finds a kind of comfort in the fact that once phantom gets summoned he's not longer alone in that. dew wasn't there for his summoning, there was fire involved, and it was... rather traumatizing. one side of phantom's body is severely burned and well, he's not the biggest fan of fire after that either. so in those terrifying moments when there's a big bonfire outside, when dew used to sit alone with his fear... now they sit and cry together

#the band ghost #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #hypnone's hcs

[truelazymaker]

I ended up redesigning Asahi to match the aesthetic of being a cultist. He still refuses to wear a robe though. He only uses his jinglebell grenades to spread the red gas faster during invasions and is second choice in combat. His main choice of combat is now his fists and claws after being able to use his inherited powers from his late mother (A space rider that specialises in inhumane strength). His fingers are permanently stained with the blood of all the Space Riders he had killed from his rage and hatred.

His lore has changed as well, he now has a great hatred towards Space Riders. The reason for it was that time he witnessed a crew of Space Riders (Will not specify which crew though, let's say a random one he hasn't seen or heard of) defeat his father and capturing him after. From there, he developed a hatred to all Space Riders because they took the only person that genuinely cared and loved him.

He thinks of the cult as his family, he would cook meals or make snacks in secrecy and give it to cultists that he knew of. He became addicted to the red gas in order to calm himself from his own rage. Once he is in full effect of the red gas, he often hallucinate of being his younger self, he felt much happier that way.

Without the red gas effects:

Without the mask:

[Thousand yard stare]

And something random, his thoughts about the other cultists:

Gilded (belongs to @qxurugosk): He admires Gilded, he is always attentive whenever they gave orders or commands. He doesn't complain or question the tasks they gave to him. They are one of the cultists he leaves meals or snacks anonymously from time to time.

In simple words, he admires them as his higher up and is very much obedient to them.

Mrs. Unnamed (belongs to @fishy0bishy): He often mistakes this cultist with his late mother, so he frequently had to apologise for it. For most of his life, he had little interactions with his late mother before she passed away. So, she was the closest to a mother figure to him. She is also one of the cultists he makes a meal or snack for and gives anonymously.

In simple words, he thinks of her as his mother but seems too indenial to admit.

Lazy Priest (belongs to @novalizinpeace): He thinks of her as his older sibling, she is the unfortunate one to be the first person to witness him drop his act and become all childish for half an hour before apologising to her for another half hour. She always get the short end of stick when it comes to his tantrums and raging about not being allowed to maul a Space Rider to bits.

He thinks she finds him annoying, so he compensates by giving her some of the meals and snacks that he makes anonymously.

He still wholesome despite being a villain huh-

Space Riders AU belongs to @onyxonline

(I forgor to do oop-)

#space riders au #oc #poppy playtime au #gilded #gilded space riders au #Mrs. Unnamed #Lazy Priest #mrs. unnamed space riders au #lazy priest space riders au #despite changing his lore he still wholesome

[idyllcy]

don't say yes, run away now

word count: 1.2k

summary: wedding crashing and eloping with your best friend. yep. sounds about right.

You don't know what you're doing here.

You sit in the front row of the wedding venue, speaking with the guests, head spinning and a little worried. You don't like what you were tasked with doing. Tim could have asked literally anyone else, but you suppose this is the universe's way to body slam you into unrequited love even harder than it had before. You spot a couple of his siblings and fiddle with your fingers as they wave at you. You don't know if they know that you're crashing their brother's wedding. God. Would you get called a homewrecker by the media? What a nightmare. You don't even want to think about it.

Maybe Tim would take care of it for you. You know. Like he used to.

The cryptic message relayed to you from Oracle was a little. What was it? Scary? You're a vigilante, not a wedding crasher or homewrecker. You wonder if you should make a big fuss about it. Well, Tim did say he would take care of whatever backlash you would get. Maybe you should get Jason to... he should play Speak Now. You think. You should at least have a little fun with crashing your best friend's wedding. Tim would be amused. You're sure his future in-laws would not.

"Jason," You pull on his sleeve, the man tilting his head at you. "Are you on piano?"

"Yeah."

"Can you play something for me when I stand up?"

"Stand... are you crashing the wedding?"

"Red Robin." You mumble. "Oracle. News. I don't know. I think Tim wants me to."

"Oh, then you'd be doing all of us a favor. Luther's a nightmare all of us have. His daughter would get mad, though."

"Yeah. I thought I'd crash the wedding as dramatically as possible." You mumble. "Vigilante outfit and everything."

"What."

"I'm crashing. My suit is under my clothes right now."

"Oh. I'm invested. What song, pray tell."

"The.. the Taylor Swift one."

"The chorus?"

"Yeah."

"I gotcha." He grins at you. "Tim will handle everything else. We promise."

"His publicist is going to kill me, though."

"I know." Jason lowers his voice. "You and me both."

You leave halfway through the walk-in, pressing your mask to your face and leaning on the doorframe once the bride and groom step onto the podium.

"Speak now or forever hold your peace." The priest calls.

You glance at Jason as he eases into the song almost too naturally, and you clear your throat, all eyes turning on you. You catch Tim's amused expression, and you hear Dick laugh in the front with the rest of the batboys, all while raising a brow at the bride in amusement. You didn't think it'd come to this, but you suppose it's your specialty.

"I am not the kind of friend, who should be rudely barging on a white veil occasion." You fight the laugh that's about to break into your voice as you continue. "But you, are not the kind of boy, who should be marrying the wrong girl."

Tim laughs at the podium, tugging his hands away from his fiancée as he tilts his head at you.

"So don't say yes, let's run away now!" The laugh breaks past your lips as Tim runs toward you, grabbing your wrist and making a run for it through the giant church doors. You hear his family cheer in the background as their voices fade, and Tim pulls the car keys from his suit pocket, pressing the gas as he leaves his bride alone in the hall. You laugh as you hold onto your seat.

"Thank you. That was very in character of you."

"You know," You pick the mask off your face, a grin on your face. "You owe me for this."

"And what might I owe you?"

"A favor, maybe." You shrug. "You have the clothes?"

"Backseat."

You peel the suit off, reaching for the hoodie as he continues on the road.

"Am I going to get in trouble with your publicist?"

"I'll deal with it." He hums. "Anything else you need me to do?"

"I don't know..." You shrug.

"You know, we should get married in a courtroom on the way."

"Oh my god, are we eloping?" You feign a gasp.

"Is that what you want this to be?"

"Only if you want it to be." You grin.

"Alright. Let's hit the courthouse."

You hold onto the handrest as he swerves, a couple of cars honking as he speeds again.

"I never thought Bruce Wayne's middle child, CEO of Wayne Enterprises, would elope, but here we are."

"Oracle's calling." He hums, pressing his earpiece. "Yeah?"

"Where are you two?"

"Eloping." Tim grins. "Is Bruce going insane?"

"He currently owes the boys a couple thousand dollars."

"They bet on this?!"

"Jason wins. He bet that you'd crash it with a Taylor Swift song."

You purse your lips in amusement.

"Well," Tim hums. "We're headed to the courthouse to elope right now."

"Alright. Be home for dinner."

"We're going on a road trip too!"

"For your honeymoon?"

"Sure." Tim pauses at the red light, handing you a marriage contract. "Fill that out while I drive."

"You have your passport?"

"I have my licenses. Do you have yours?"

"Yeah."

"There we go."

You scribble down the information for the two of you as he drives around Gotham, and you grumble as you finish at the courthouse.

"Done?"

"Scan it over."

You lead him into the courthouse, hoodie and shorts on, handing the paper and IDs to the worker.

"Eloping?"

"Yeah." Tim hums, fixing the cap on his head. "Make it quick."

"Not human trafficking, right?"

"Nope!" You grin. "Completely consensual."

The marriage is quick, the witnesses and court officiant signing the paper for the two of you, and Tim snaps a photo, sending it to the family chat as the two of you get back in the car.

"We look terrible." You laugh at the wedding photo. Tim's in a white suit, and you're in a hoodie and shorts.

"We can prepare an actual ceremony when we come back."

"Tim?"

"Hm?" He turns to look at you.

"Are you doing this because you want to avoid the marriage? Or are you doing this because you actually like me?" You pull on the strings of the hoodie.

"Both." He hums. "Why'd you think I told you to crash my wedding and not one of my brothers? I'm sure Damian would have been more than willing to ruin the marriage."

"I don't know," You shrug. "I figured you didn't ask them because it'd be suspicious for family to crash your wedding."

"I asked you because I planned for the two of us to elope. Your feelings are not slick."

"Yeah, I figured." You reach behind you for a can of cola. "Want one?"

"You're way too relaxed for someone who was panicking earlier."

"It's called speedrunning the five stages of grief. Do you want the cola or not?"

"Yes please."

"Do you want to stop anywhere before we hit the freeway?"

"Where's the first stop?"

"Two hundred miles."

"We can stop at a gas station along the way." You mumble. "Now drive, my newly wedded husband."

"Anything for you."

#tim drake x reader #red robin x reader #every time I post a tim fic on this website I lose a year of my lifespan why is it so scary to write for him #dc x reader #☾.fics

[lumibuns-blog]

Um I was wondering if I could get a part two of Abbachios sister. Where she meets the rest of the gang. Please, if you don’t want to tho I understand

Ofc I would love the bucci gang is my favvv

Abbachios sister meets the bucci gang

Bruno

Adopted

He immediately sees the similarities between you and your brother when other people see you as complete opposites

Takes it upon himself to introduce you to the gang and make sure your comfortable

He does a head count to make sure everyone is there and gets extra panicked when he sees your not there

Attempts to stop abbachio from teasing you but it hardly ever works

Giorno

He's so sweet so you have no idea why your brother seems to be so angry with his all the time

He tries to spend time with you and make you feel as welcome as possible because he know how hard it is to be new to the group

Tells you *the story* of what your brother did when he first met him and gets a kick out of you scolding him

Loves to take walks with you and tries to convince you to take your gas mask off at least a little bit to smell the ocean air

Fugo

Very interested in your stand and its abilities

Sees you as a younger sibling as well and doesn't mind cleaning up after you

Much more tolerant to you than the rest of the gang but isn't afraid to scold you when you do something stupid with Mista and/or Narancia because it always seems to be the three of you getting in trouble

Mista and Narancia

They Immediately asks you for story's of what abbachio was like when he was younger and tease him for it

Always trying to pull you into whatever stupid thing they're up to

So so happy that your healing doesn't hurt like giorno's does

Just like the whole gang they accept you as one of them and are happy to see how abbachio has mellowed out just a bit now that you're here with them

#jjba #jjba fluff #giorno fluff #giorno x reader #abbacchio x reader #abbaccio fluff #mista fluff #mista x reader #bucciarati x reader #bucciaratti #narancia fluff #narancia x reader #fugo #fugo x reader #fugo fluff #bucci gang #bucci gang x reader #part 5 golden wind #jjba part 5 x reader

[bisexualraichu]

since purgatory is ending here is a messy list of random BOLAS?!?!?! moments I liked since they were my main POV

- THE GAS MASK DEATH CULT!!! It was so iconic and I can imagine them just acting like normal when they go home but once in a while making some unnerving reference to the Gas or something 😭 haha remember that time we were in a cult guys that was crazy... *eyes twitching bc of toxic gas abstinence* they will never look at a gas mask the same way again and neither will I

- It was so sweet how much more they bonded and how they mostly tried to log in together. It was surprising how much Charlie logged in this event even off-stream, but even if it isn't his typical gameplay style you could tell he just enjoyed spending time with BOLAS?!?! :')

- All the Dadza jokes lol Loved it when Phil would log off and they'd just be completely lost and be like WHAT DO WE DO NOW??? DO WE FALL AND DIE??? DO WE GIVE EVERYTHING WE HAVE TO BLUE TEAM??? DO WE INVITE BADBOYHALO OVER?? LMAO

- Also Baghera sometimes playing a bratty kid and being super happy whenever she got Phil's approval 😭😭 and the way how this relates to her lore and how she never had a real childhood WAWAWAWAA

- BAGHERA'S CHAINSAW!!! the stuff of Quackity's nightmares LOOL please giver her a chainsaw at Quesadilla 👉👈

- Girlboss gatekeep gaslighter Jaiden... that day she just kept dying and playing up the damsel in distress card and then got kidnapped by the Blue Team AND THEN kidnapped the Green Team(?)'s goblin by complete accident that was so funny lmaooo

- The entirety of Day 2 from Red POV felt like a sitcom episode lol Like Charlie's POV in particular was insane, when he kidnapped the fucking NPC and then chased Quackity and then they tried gaslighting him in global chat akkasjdkkdkd and all that culminating in their first win after a rocky start, that day was just pure CINEMA

- CARRE THE ARGENTINIAN BEAST !!! even if he didn't log in as much I think him being there for the first days was crucial for Red's morale lol, love the way he would mostly play silently and then unmute to say something unhinged, the "ay papi" clip is a one shot kill for me even when I know it's coming

- The fucking "HOLY SHIT KILL YOURSELF" from Jaiden with Charlie going "LET ME GO!! LET ME GO!!" while everyone else equally died in the bg when they got a disaster in day 1...... that clip is everything to me

- THE FUCKING BARKING AND CHANTING EVERY TIME THEY GOT TOXIC GAS AJSJDJDJAK???!?!?

- Ok the Egg War event in general was so cool. Foolish's castle was the true star of the show and it was great how he and Cellbit worked together to make the perfect fortress. And Cellbit's strategy of not showing the egg's location on-stream made me even more tense as a viewer because I had NO IDEA whether green team was getting close to the egg or not

- Slimeriana reunion! That happened. In the Global Spawn Pool. Yeah. Let us never speak of it again

- That clip of Cellbit oneshotting Tina and her scream being cut off 😭

- The clip of Phil just leaving a serious discussion with Fit and BBH and then seeing Baghera laughing hysterically and her saying "PHILZA GET IN THE VC!! :D" and he gets in and they're just playing loud vaccuum noises while mining sand lmao

- When everyone was discussing the egg statues on VC and Bagi and Cellbit were yelling at each other(in RP) and Bagi called him her brother and Phil went "YOU GUYS ARE SIBLINGS???" and then Cellbit muted her, peak sibling behavior

- Tubbo saying "okay gay murder boy" and Cellbit responding "hows fred btw" and Tubbo logging off LOL I just love every moment of qCellbit and qTubbo being toxic gays towards each other

- oh god how could I forget, CELLBIT BEING DISTRACTED BY ROIER'S MUSCLES DURING THE EGG WAR I HATE THEM😭

- And finally, something I'll really miss from this event: when the server would close and all the CCs would hang out together in VC and talk about the day and play games together :'')

could list more but I'm tired and just going off memory. anyways rip purgatory it was def exhausting but overall i did have a lot of fun(definitely more than the election LOL)

#qsmp #qsmp team bolas

[onedaughterofman]

Cold (Fire Ghoul x g/n reader)

Summary: Since Imperator refuses to spend more money on calefaction, it's always cold inside the Ministry. The fire ghoul finds a way to warm you up.

Tags: Rated T, there's no adult content here just a few innuendos and sexual tension. Sodo tries to set the reader on fire but he's only playing (mostly). Ghouls being some sort of cryptids. Sodo being a little shit.

It’s cold.

So. Fucking. Cold.

The tips of your fingers are almost blue, practically ice to the touch. It shouldn’t be this cold. It’s not even the worst part of winter yet, but Imperator insisted on having an iron fist control on the calefaction. The prices are excessively high this year, she said, and there’s no money to waste on the bills.

“Wear a sweater,” she advised, and you tried hard to fit as many long sleeve shirts and sweaters under your habit as you could.

Still, the cold inside the Ministry is ruthless. Wrapping a blanket around yourself helps a bit, but it gets quite uncomfortable when you need your hands to fulfill all your duties around the building. Besides, you almost destroyed it when you leaned too hard on the radiator, causing the whole living room to smell like burnt fabric.

Imperator wasn’t happy.

The mug between your fingers is pleasantly warm, full of tea. You lost count of how many hot beverages you drank today, hoping (to no avail) to bring some heat to your internal organs. Entering the kitchen, you walk to the stove and turn on the burner, placing your frozen hands near the flames. If Sister surprises you wasting gas like this, you’ll never hear the end of it.

A loud sound behind your back makes you flinch, causing your fingers to almost touch the fire. Turning around quickly, your eyes focus not on Imperator, but on one of the ghouls.

Is this better, or worse? You’re unsure. The Nameless Ghouls are curious creatures who mostly keep to themselves. They don’t go around socializing with the rest, unless you manage to attain a certain level inside the Clergy.

Definitely, they don’t merge with the rest of the Siblings of Sin on a daily basis. Pupils staring right at the silver mask, you follow each one of his movements. You caught glimpses of their faces, accidentally and only in the dark, but their similarities with humankind still surprises you.

Their earthly body is something so akin to a human, but so different, nonetheless.

For a long moment, the ghoul only stares at you. Those light, blue eyes pierce your soul, sending shivers down your spine. You swallow once, twice, but nothing undoes the knot in your throat.

At long last, he moves. One step after the other, the ghoul walks around the table without looking away from you. The measured steps and his tense body language remind you of a predator stalking a prey, of a cat playing with a mouse before meal time. None of those thoughts are welcome, especially when you are alone and trapped between him and the counters.

The ghoul stops when he’s right in front of you. He’s not taller than you, but there’s something about his presence, some strong pulse of energy that causes you to feel small. It’s reasonable. You’re merely a human, staring into the unwavering eyes of an eternal, demonic being.

The silence in the room is solemn, like a cold blanket. All the typical rumble of the ministry has died down, and you wonder where the rest of the Siblings are at this hour.

Almost in slow motion, the ghoul tilts his head to the side, pupils digging holes into your face. You back away as he leans closer to your face, examining your reflection on his silver mask. If he senses your uneasiness, there’s nothing to give it away. The ghoul inches closer, and closer, until the edge of the counter digs on your back and his hips almost press over yours.

The smell of something burning hits you first. Then, the heat. Your body crashes against his when you move away from the stove, noting how the flames have grown tall and now dance around the burner in a frenzy. The ghoul’s shoulders move lightly, in what you can only describe as a chuckle, and his eyes shine with amusement.

“You!”

Your voice is airy, faltering as you fight to regain your breath. There’s a burn mark on your habits, maybe even a hole. The ghoul’s fingers move around the flames, not caring about the heat, making them curl and sway around his hands.

Oh. A fire ghoul? That makes sense. You heard stories about him, very few of them good. Most of them unhinged.

“Me?”

The voice surprises you. It’s… softer than you might have imagined, way too sweet and innocent. That tone doesn’t match the coldness of his eyes or the mischief of his attitude.

Yet, it makes sense. These devils are charming, seductive, full of deceit. They need to be so, in order to convince humans to make deals with them, to give them what they desire the most.

Any word you might have had dies in your throat. Fingers grazing the scorched material of the clothes, you back away as he resumes his stalking, head leaning from one side to the other in slow motion. It’s frightening, the feeling of an uncanny valley that penetrates your body and urges you to get away from him.

“What about me?” He repeats. You can hear the amusement and teasing in his voice.

“You did that, right? You burned a hole in my habit!”

Again, the way his shoulders move tells you he’s laughing, but not a sound comes out of his mouth. He blinks once, then twice, in a slow motion that reminds you of a cat. “I thought you were cold,” he states.

Those words only fuel the anger inside your guts. “Not cold enough to be burnt alive!”

“Why not? Doesn’t it feel good, the heat on your skin?” He’s playing coy. It’s just a mimic of innocence, a theatrical display. You know it. He knows it.

The ghoul doesn’t wait for an answer. “Then, again. You humans are so fragile and sensitive. Not that I despise it, but it’s just hard to control myself.”

He takes one step, then another, and there’s not enough space between the two of you to make you feel secure. He’s not aggressive, just mischievous, but he’s stronger and more powerful than you and could probably get away with doing anything he wishes. Papa is not here to save you.

“And you’re here, alone, shaking from the cold. I tried to be nice,” he continues, taking another step. You feel the anger rise again, and this time don’t back away.

If he wants to play, at least you need to stand your ground and prove him not to mess with you. He’s supposed to help around the ministry, to assist Papa during the tours, not to torment Siblings of Sin inside their own home. “No. You know better,” you say, practically tasting the bitter lie in his previous statement. His eyes are clear, and there’s no regret in them, no kindness.

This time, he laughs. “Right. Maybe I don’t want to control myself around you. Maybe I like to set pretty little things on fire. Can’t blame me when it’s my nature.”

And you can’t. You know of certain incidents, of things spontaneously combusting inside the Ministry and on the stage. Fire ghouls are nothing but like hellfire, impossible to control, hard to contain, wild.

This one is not different.

Step by step, he approaches you once again until he halts right in front of you, harsh gaze locked into your eyes. You feel it in your stomach, inside your bones and in your soul. A shiver travels down your back, dying somewhere near your legs.

“You know, it’ll only get colder from now, but you can reach me if you need to,” he speaks, beginning to walk away from you. “Call me when you feel alone, and I’ll show you other ways to keep your body warm.”

Slowly, his tongue licks up one of his fingers. He never breaks eye contact, gifting you a satisfied smile full of glistening fangs before he leaves. As he exits the room, the flames in the burner calm down, but the fire in your guts remains uncontrollable.

PD: This is my first time writing a Ghoul. I kinda wanted them to be a bit human-like and a bit scary, with an uncanny valley feeling. I also wanted him to be a little shit.

I must admit I still don't know how to write the Nameless Ghouls. The characterization always feels off. Anyway, hope you enjoyed it! Ask box is open is you want to say anything, no need to be shy ♥

#ghost fanfiction #ghost x reader #sodo ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #fire ghoul #dewdrop x reader #sodo x reader #nameless ghouls #ghost band #ghost bc #the band ghost #my writing #my fic