#has been brought to bug justice

[chantryexplosion]

so like i’m not sure if that’s like a known glitch or has been talked about before but i was playing awakening again and noticed that while for everyone else with high approval it says (warm) ,, for justice it says (love) ???? what is happening here did i accidentally romance an unromanceable character 

#i'm like ....... 🤨🏳️‍🌈? #justice is there smth u would like to tell me #dragon age #dragon age origins #justice dragon age #✨.txt #if this is a bug thats too bad bc im taking it and running #also this probably definitely has been brought up before but again im kinda new here hi this is my second time playing this game #ALSO THIS EXTRA GETS ME BC OF HOW JUSTICE SAYS HE WANTS TO HAVE SOMETHING LIKE KRISTOFF AND HIS WIFE HAD ?????

[bluerosefox]

Courting Chaos (to Balance)

A KlarionxDanny brain worm that has spawned

Tim Drake, aka Red Robin gets kidnapped suddenly and very randomly by Klarion in the middle of a JL and others meeting.

Leaving with a

"I'LL RETURN HIM WHEN HES NO LONGER USEFUL JUSTICE LOSERS!"

And fire and chaos in his wake.

While the JL, and others scramble to figure out what Klarion has planned this time, Tim manages to break free of whatever Klarion had used to kidnap him only to find himself on a couch and Klarion nervously petting Teekl on his lap while also sitting in a chair across from him.

When Tim goes to demand to know why Klarion kidnapped him Klarion finally speaks.

"Okay, I wanna strike a deal. I won't bug you or your little Young Just US buddies if you help me ask someone out..."

"...What the fuck Klarion?" Was Tim's only response.

-x-x-

So it turns out, every so often the three main entities and actual factions of Order, Chaos, and Balance get together to well discuss things happening in certain Realms, worlds, and timelines. Basicly to touch base, see where everyone was at. Etc etc.

Order was Order. Chaos was Chaos.

Very simple.

Both could be bad. To much order caused restraint and could snuff out growth. To much Chaos could get out of hand and cause ruin.

Both could be good. Order help stabilizes worlds and builds their future. Chaos allowed creativity to roam and brought forth wonderful things.

And Balance.

Well Balance was the very scales that kept both sides in check. They were neutral grounds. The ones that normally oversaw the meetings as well. And despite their low numbers they held powerful entities that more than made up for it.

Balance did their best to keep things in check, sure they do have their own preference sometimes and allowed the scales to tip a tiny bit but always corrected it later if it tips to much.

It was at this meeting, a meeting even Klarion knew better than to do anything too chaotic, pranks were fine but nothing too much, and had been chatting with a newcomer to the side of Chaos (Danielle, call me Ellie, Phantom. She did some heroing on the side but liked causing chaos in her wake to do so, he liked her so far though.) When the bells for the side of Balance to appear announced them.

Ellie had smiled brightly and said her brother was coming with his mentor, turns out her brother was apart of the Balance group which meant that he was strong, strong enough to need a mentor.

He watched as the members of Balance walked, teleported, flew, and other means into the meeting halls. And then froze when his eyes caught sight of him.

Floating next to a blue skined being that was switching ages was a beautiful otherworldly person.

Snow white hair that wisped upwards oh so softly. Glowing green eyes that were cat-like with their piercing glance. A galaxy cloak hanged around his shoulders and seemed to shift with each movement. Star like freckles decorated his face and seemed to glow a soft bluish white. A crown made of ice and aurora lights floated above his head as well.

All in all Klarion couldn't keep his eyes off of the being at all. He nearly spat his water out when Ellie commented that was her brother Danny, or rather.

High King of the Infinite Realms, Daniel 'Danny' Phantom. The Great One. Defeater of the Tyrant King. The Halfa. The Peaceful End. The Balance of the Undead. (And his mentor was the Ghost of Time itself. THE very Keeper of Time, Kronos original form himself.)

Klarion honestly didn't know what to think or rather what emotions he was feeling when he spotted Danny, nor why his face felt so hot and red when the young man looked over at them and smiled. (He was smiling at Ellie but Klarion for some reason hoped it was for him as well)

It wasn't until halfway in the meeting when a rather ingenious prank that Klarion, Ellie, and a few others had set up went off... thing was it strong enough that it had hit Danny's side of the meeting and had hit him.

Now, again pranks were okay but only after the meetings. It was one of the few rules many, even those in Chaos, took seriously because once it was done and over they could go do their things. So for it to happen in the middle of a meeting means someone set their time on the prank wrong and add the fact it hit a person on the Balance side...

Yeah not good.

Only...

Only instead of getting angry, even Clockwork who was seated next to Danny was chuckling, Danny threw his head back and laughed about it. And his laugh... was very cute.

And before he knew it, Klarion had already fallen.

-x-x-

"So yeah.... Since you have a boyfriend and know how to date in this modern age, I need your advice."

".... Klarion just because I'm dating Bernard doesn't mean I know how I did it..."

"Bernard? I thought you were dating that one Supes?"

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dp x dc #blue rambles #crossover #writing ideas #random idea #danny phantom dc #KlarionxDanny #ngl kinda based Klarion crushing off how my parents meet #they were at a party due to their siblings and my ma mentioned she was walking around and heard my dad's laughter above everyone's #said she really liked his laugh and found him at the party #very loosely based on my ma getting her crush on my dad #anyways Klarion is crushing hard #he cant ask Ellie though. He may have just meet her but he can sense shes gonna be a gremlin about it #so he goes to the one person he knows is a in a relationship! in the modern age too! #only he kidnaps Tim and well... #chaos #meanwhile Danny gushes to his friends about a cute chaos lord he spotted at the meeting #he wants to talk to him but Ellie is being a troll and not telling him anything about her new friend

[another-goblin]

Breaking News. Chief Justice of Fontaine has been arrested for, I don't know, like, trespassing into Fortress of Meropide's waters?... Illegal poaching of Lumitoile? Zooming around in a freaky way in the dark at his increased sprint speed like a weird cryptid that he is?...

(portrayed here in his "magical fairy glitch" form)

I decided not to draw him having his mugshot taken. He's embarrassed enough.

(I mean these stars are nice and soggy, what's not to like)

(bonus)

He brought something for Wriothesley too.

Wriothesley's the first character I'm actually prefarming for. I think it's a great way to ensure I won't get him though. And yes, characters eat their local specialty accession materials, you won't convince me otherwise.

btw what's the deal with punchy guys and bugs. I'm still gathering Onikabuto for Heizou

#genshin impact #my stuff #neuvillette #wriothesley #I actually panicked when he got caught in the ray #I didn't know you can get arrested

[sc0tters]

Your Best Listener | Ethan Edwards

summary: Ethan learns about your biggest secret, but when you learn he knows. your reaction is better than expect, so what happens when you offer to lure him into it with you?

request: yes/no

warnings: sexual themes, blow job, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), consensual use of recording device, use of the word cum, soft choking (yes I very much so got carried away with this one)

word count: 2.7k

authors note: to the person who requested this, you are so creative! I hope that I’ve done it justice, I don’t know what you call someone who records sexual audios cause pornstar really didn’t feel like the right option. hoping this isn’t the last request you make though because I’m like in love with your mind.

It had been on Ethan's mind for days.

It plagued his thoughts to the point where it kept him up at night staring at the ceiling as the voices in his head made him feel shame. He knew that the second he heard your voice he should have clicked off of the page, letting it go into the history of his laptop never to be brought up again. But when you let out a moan it suddenly caused Ethan to be sent into a whole different ball park. So rather than leaving, he stayed. The boy made a burner account so that you'd never have to know about what he was doing, so that it could be his little secret that he knew about what you did.

How he knew that you made sexual audios and posted them online.

Ethan realised that you had been doing this since just before the two of you moved to Michigan where you in fact became friends. He honestly had to say that he was shocked. You were the quiet girl who he had to bug for two and a half months before you finally spoke to him. The girl who would sit in the back of the class, the girl who would avoid pres because she hated small talk? That was you, so when he saw that you had racked up over 10,000 followers and over 100 clips that you recorded over the duration of your account, Ethan had to say that it was a nice surprise.

It was over a month ago that he learnt about this account and it made him laugh that you had a schedule even for this. The Canadian thought it was overkill when he learnt that you had your days that you did face masks, days that you shaved, and now days that you uploaded too.

Thursday at 7pm was when the new video would come onto your account, the only problem about this particular Thursday was that you asked him to hang out.

Sure he loved hanging out with you, it was something that he always looked forward to but on Thursdays Ethan wanted nothing more than to be sat in his room, under his warm sheets as he listened to your newest post.

You loved the power of intimacy that the account had shown you, how both men and woman alike enjoyed listening to you. The array of posts that you made were everything from mini role plays to your personal favourite where you were the listeners bossy little girl. You were naturally a total sub when it came to being in bed with someone else, so having the space to be dominant was empowering to you.

So when Ethan came over he was totally unaware of the fact that you were wearing one of your favourite outfits to record in. A matching blue lace set that had a gem in the center between your breasts. The reason why you had recorded one today was because you were going on a girls trip for the long weekend that was coming up and it meant that you weren't going to had time to record.

You and Ethan had been sat scrolling through the various movies that you had yet to view on Netflix as the clock struck 7.

The Canadian had been so caught up in picking the perfect movie that he didn't realise the time and as a string of notifications came through his phone he muttered a simple "can you check those for me?" The request was simple and innocent. And you already knew his password so as you lifted his phone up your eyes went wide to see what was said.

yourbestgirl has posted !

When you went quiet for an uneasy amount of time Ethan looked over your shoulder "shit," he mumbled as he realised that he had been caught out.

It was safe to say that you were embarrassed that he had found this but you wondered if he knew it was you "I should have told you that I knew about it," now that's a real what the fuck moment.

You had the moment to deny it but there was a burning question in the forefront of your mind "you ever gotten off to my clips?" You asked as you placed you hand on his thigh as you slowly began to rub up his leg, it wasn't a question that was far fetched as he had to follow you in order to get those notifications.

Ethan let his head drop back as he was surprised that you weren't freaked out by this "yeah," he repeatedly nodded as he unintentionally let out a whimper.

The hockey player wasn't one to be submissive but he seemed to enjoy those clips of yours the most "you like thinking of me as you get yourself off?" You were so forward because you were honestly turned on by this.

And after watching Ethan in the teams preseason efforts -especially the one by the football field where he lost his shirt at one point- you had started thinking about him when you recorded "so so much," he groaned as you were palming him through his shorts.

As he watched you smirk batting your eyelashes at him Ethan thought that he was going to pass out "thought about recording those clips with you." The Canadian confessed causing you to stop.

Throughout all of those recording sessions not once did you ever think about finding a partner to work with you. It was almost like you would have a special guest on the channel "you want to record with me?" You pulled away being serious in your question.

You had never heard of two people recording audios, this was a whole new ground of uncharted territory "only if you'd be comfortable with that." Ethan didn't want to cross anymore lines than he already had.

It was like a lightbulb had gone off above your head "we could make it like a threesome," the idea just fell from your lips as your filter seemed to quickly disappear as you two spoke about this.

Now you had never had a threesome before but you did know that it was a pretty simple set up. You and Ethan would play the happy couple and the listener would fit the role of your friend that walked in on you two. It almost meant that you actually be able to just do anything you were meant to do to the listener to Ethan instead.

The hockey player was almost touched by the proposal "something tells me that you've been thinking about this too," he smirked as he brushed some of your hair out of your face letting his fingers brush along your jaw before he leaned in to place soft kisses against your jaw.

You reached down to grab your phone as you let out a moan "e," you quickly went to type a message to your roommate "how long do you think we're gonna need?" You asked as you motioned to the message, you had already typed an hour.

Ethan looked at you as he sent you a glare "could make you come in ten," he shook his head "like to see you try," you shot back with a smirk.

It was like one of you recordings came to life "just let me know if you get uncomfortable or want to stop at anytime." Your voice was serious as you grabbed your mini microphone that you used to record. The long cable was thankfully still connected to your laptop meaning that all you had to do was press record "we've been wanting to try this forever," Ethan started by actually answering your consent request.

You smiled as you could see how he was a total natural in this "you think they can handle it baby?" You asked as you took your shirt off so that you could clip the microphone to the strap of your bra.

It was a sight that made Ethan swear that his dick was about to explode "go show what your mouth can do," he smiled as he leaned forward to kiss you.

It was a soft moment that made your knees buckle "you wanna be a good little listener?" You giggled as you dropped to your knees and began to unbuckle his belt.

Ethan clicker his tongue "play nice baby," he warned as he watched you drag your fingers along his boner. It was a sensation that caused him to tense his thighs "you're so desperate that I can't even tease you." You pouted looking up at the Canadian before you leaned down spitting on his cock as you began to use your hand to get him off "be a good girl and give him your mouth then." He repeated the phrase as he was desperate to feel your mouth on him.

Nodding you placed a kiss on the tip of his cock before you put it in your mouth.

Your tongue swirled around as you managed get to the base of his cock. Using your nostrils to breathe as your eyes began to water "being such a good girl for them," Ethan cooed as he ran his fingers through your hair as he helped you begin to let him fuck your face.

He let out a groan as he wiped one of the tears away from your cheek "it's all for my good little listener," you pulled away and as you spoke you made sure that your hand was making sure that Ethan wasn't lacking any type of attention before you used your mouth again.

It should have been embarrassing how fast he was reaching his high but you were beyond talented. You knew how to press your tongue flat against the bottom of his cock, how you would lightly massage his balls giving them the occasional squeeze, how you would take so much of his cock in your mouth to the point where you were gagging around it. You knew how to bring a boy to his knees in a matter of minutes.

That's why you felt so proud of yourself, your ego continued to be stroked by the boy as you caused him to reach his high "shit fuck fuck." Ethan repeated the string of words as he felt his body shake when his hands clenched around your hair forcing you to swallow everything that he had shot into your mouth.

You used your thumb to collect the drop of cum that was still on the head of his penis before you sucked on your thumb when you got up "I'm sorry," the hockey player apologised as he watched you smile.

Letting out a soft sigh you shook your head "that was so hot," you murmured as you kissed him.

Ethan let out a groan as he could taste himself on your lips causing you to make the mental note of editing the audio before you released this.

You softly pushed him onto your bed as you let out another giggle "you got a condom?" You asked as you saw that your box was empty.

That felt like the world was playing tricks on the boy "nope," Ethan groaned as he wanted to pull his hair out of his head.

Thankfully for you, you had seen your spare plan B pills that were still in your drawer "I'm on the pill and I've got these," you pointed out as you were happy with the resolution.

Ethan was now thinking that the day simply couldn't get any better "you sure?" He asked as he didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable.

You nodded as the idea of him fucking you raw was making your wetness pool in your panties "want you to fuck me so good," you mumbled as he kissed your stomach as he pulled your thong down.

Ethan moved you onto the bed as he sent you a final look asking if you were sure about what he was doing. You nodded dropping a gasp as he trailed his cock over your clit making sure to tease you "don't tease me please," a beg came from your lips as he slipped into you.

It took you a moment to readjust to his sheer size before you squeezed his arm motioning to him to start moving again "right there," you groaned when Ethan placed his thumb on your clit in an attempt to make you come quicker.

Yes Ethan was a man with an ego but he also knew when he was a man on the losing end of a battle. And fucking you raw whilst he was still sensitive from his first orgasm meant that he wasn't going to last very long "liking how warm my girls pussy feels." He grunted as he dug his fingers of his other into your side.

You let out a moan as you propped yourself onto your elbows "so good," you murmur before you kissed him.

The had that was on your waist moved to your throat as he pushed your back flat onto your bed as he put the slightest amount of pressure around your throat.

The boy was careful to not suffocate you as he didn't want to restrict your oxygen but rather slow the blood flow from your body to your brain sending you into that hazy mood "wanna be filled to the brim," you confessed as you wrapped you hand around his arm making sure that he didn't move his hand from your upper body.

You were truly on cloud nine as you were feeling so many new sensations due to the lack of a condom "got such a pretty mouth," Ethan's thumb quickened it's movements on your clit drawing another whimper from you. 

Locked your legs around his waist you couldn't help but let him be in total control "look at her so ready to come," he cooed as you squeezed around him making him groan "doesn't like letting you survive when she's close," he pointed out as the feeling of your pussy was similar to your mouth, warm and slick.

The access that you had given him was paying off as he got the chance to feel every crevice of your core "hitting you so deep," the hand that was on your clit moved to your stomach as he placed his palm down with pressure.

It caused you to nearly scream "gonna come," you announced as your own two fingers managed to find their way to your sensitive nub.

Ethan nodded "right behind you," you had been squeezing him so tight to the point where he could see stars.

You let out this cry "fill me to the brim." You barely got the words out before your orgasm hit you like a truck.

There was a gush that Ethan felt from your core before it loosened around him and that caused him to shoot his cum deep inside of you "Jesus gem," his hand fell forward onto the other side of you as he stopped himself from collapsing when he pressed stop on the recording.

You were absolutely fucked out as you struggled to keep your eyes open "I'm gonna get you a towel okay baby?" Ethan's words ended with a kiss to your temple that cause you to nod "did so good for me," he called out whilst in your bathroom.

He came back to see what could only be described as heaven. It was the site of your bare pussy as both of your releases slowly oozed out of you.

The warm wash cloth felt like an angels kiss as you let him do it "I should get going before she gets back." The hockey player mumbled as he handed you his hoodie sensing that you were cold.

That was what you didn't want to hear him say "new business partners spend the night," you shook your head as you leaned in to peck his lips.

This side of you was something that he could get used to "and when exactly did you establish this?" He asked as he slipped his boxers back on.

You sent him a playful grin "as of like thirty seconds ago."

#ethan edwards x y/n #ethan edwards x reader #ethan edwards imagine #ethan edwards smut #hockey imagine #nhl imagine #nhl oneshot #hockey imagines #hockey smut #nhl smut #umich smut #oneshots #imagines #amber writes fics

[corroded-hellfire]

Pretty Girl - Eddie Munson x Reader

Note: This is for my darling @munson-blurbs 💚 I told her that if she finished the big project she was working on in time, I would write her anything she wanted. Not only did she finish on time, but she did it damn near perfectly. I am so unbelievably proud of you, Bug. I’m always in awe of your intelligence and work ethic. I hope I did justice to what you wanted, and I hope you all enjoy it as well! Also, I hope that I used the academic terms I included correctly, but if I didn’t, we’re just going to ignore that lol

Request/Summary: Eddie × Bookworm!Reader where Reader is stressed because of a massive project she has to do. And she keeps talking about all of this academic stuff that makes Eddie's head spin. So he does what he does best: fucks his smart girl until she's dumb

Warnings: smut, p in v, unprotected (wrap it up), oral f!receiving, slight daddy kink

Words: 2.4k

Eddie’s just hanging up the phone as you step into your shared apartment after a long day on campus. Letting out a huff, you drop your backpack down on the kitchen table, and books and papers come spilling out.

“Ugh,” you groan, running your hands down your face. Eddie frowns and walks over to the table as you slump down into a chair. 

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” he asks as he takes the seat across from you. 

With a sigh, you shake your head. “S’nothing.” Eddie raises an eyebrow and tilts his head. You can practically hear him asking if you really expect him to believe that. “Just school bullshit. You’d think people studying for their doctorate would be a little more serious than some people in my class. But you don’t want to hear me ramble on.”

“Uh, yes, I do,” Eddie says, leaning forward on the table. “You know I think it’s sexy when you talk all academic. My girl’s gonna have her PhD.”

The salacious wiggling of his eyebrows has you cracking a smile. Relenting, you sit up in your seat and begin to tell Eddie about the irritants you’ve been dealing with.

“So, we have to utilize these things called literacy based behavior interventions…”

Eddie rests his chin on his fist as he listens to you. He’s picked up a lot over the years and is able to identify so many more words that you say than he used to. Sometimes though, he still gets a little confused.

“Well, then that brought us to the Social Identity Development Theory…”

Nodding, Eddie is almost positive he knows what that is, but he doesn’t want to interrupt you to double check. 

“But after all this, he admits he doesn’t really understand qualitative vs. quantitative methodology! I have absolutely no idea how this man even became a BCABA.”

I know this one, Eddie thinks to himself. Board Certified Assistant Behavior Analyst.

“Then he kept saying ‘phenomenology’ instead of ‘pedagogy.’”

Now those, Eddie did not know. He can see you getting more riled up though, so he knows it’s time to intervene.

“Baby, baby, hey.” He reaches over and tugs on your hand, nodding for you to come over and sit in his lap. “It’s okay, you just need to relax.”

Reluctantly, you push yourself out of your chair and let Eddie pull you on top of him. The way he smirks up at you lets you know he’s about to get frisky even before his large hands slide up your thighs. Rough, calloused fingers dig into the plush of your denim covered legs. 

“I think my smart girl needs me to take care of her, doesn’t she?” Eddie pouts up at you. When you nod in return, your boyfriend removes one hand from you and brings it back down to deliver a harsh smack to your ass. “Use your words, baby.”

A whimper escapes your throat as you tighten your legs around his hips. “Yes, Eddie. Need you. Make me feel better.”

Tightening his grip on you, Eddie stands up from the chair. A squeal escapes you as you tightly wrap your arms around his neck. A smirk of satisfaction on his lips, he carries you into your shared bedroom. Gently, he lays you down and lets you get comfortable before he’s crawling on top of you. Eddie tugs on the hem of your shirt, and you sit up enough for him to slide it off of you. Then he works down your body, taking off every piece of clothing in his path. Moving back up your body, he goes to press kisses against your neck, but you stop him with a yank on his own shirt.

“Me too?” he asks with a chuckle. 

“Yes.” The adorable pout in your voice has Eddie acquiescing, stripping down so he’s just as naked as you are. 

“May I continue?” After letting your eyes slowly roam up and down his bare body, you give him a nod of approval. 

“You may.”

He chuckles and leans in and presses his lips against the juncture where your neck and shoulder meet. The kisses start off soft and sweet but turn wetter and needier as he moves down to your collar bones. Moving further down your body, he attaches his lips to the underside of your breast. It’s his favorite place to leave hickies on you and from the way his mouth is moving against the sensitive skin, you’re sure that’s what he’s doing now. 

As the first moans tumble out of your mouth, Eddie switches breasts to give the other one the same attention. Your hands tangle in the curls that are splayed out over your naked chest, your fingers coming up to scratch at Eddie’s scalp as he continues his journey down your body. His kisses trail down your stomach, to your belly button, then further and further down until he stops just shy of where you most want his mouth. 

“So needy,” Eddie says with a chuckle as your hips begin to move, looking for some sort of friction. You let out a whine and give a tug to Eddie’s hair. A guttural groan sounds deep in his throat. “Playing dirty, huh?”

“Need you so bad, Eddie,” you say through a whimper. The way you look down at him with wide, imploring eyes has his cock twitching between his body and the mattress. 

“Relax, my beautiful little genius. I’m gonna help you feel better.”

You’re not given a chance to respond as Eddie moves down and wraps his lips around your clit. One of your hands comes out of Eddie’s hair to grip the sheet you’re lying on.

“Fuck,” you moan. 

Eddie’s tongue expertly works over your clit, moving at the speed and pressure that he knows drives you wild. Using his hands to spread your legs even wider for him, he nudges his nose against your sensitive nub as he licks at your entrance.

“Jesus, baby, I’ll never get used to how fucking good you taste.” It’s not unusual for Eddie to take his time when he’s going down on you. He likes to ravish you, gathering every last drop from you that he can. The only reason he pulls away from your sopping pussy is to praise you on how sweet you taste or how wet you are for him. 

Now, Eddie’s taking even more care than normal to make sure you’re feeling good. Lazy strokes of his tongue over your clit pairs with him slipping two fingers into you. The moment he curves them up inside of you, he’s hitting that delicious spot that has you seeing stars. There are few things Eddie knows better than your body—it’s the only thing he’s ever actually enjoyed studying. He knows it as well as he knows his own body and is able to bring you to the brink on his terms and in his time. 

“M’close, Eddie.”

He knows without you telling him, though. You both know that. The way your walls clamp down around his fingers, the way your breaths hitch as you lose yourself in the feeling. With one last rub of his fingers against your inner wall, the wave of pleasure crashes over you and has you whining out your boyfriend’s name over and over again. 

“That’s a good girl,” Eddie coos as he works you through your bliss. As your moans subside, he slips his fingers out of your pussy and pops them into his mouth. “Mm, fuck, baby.”

“Eddie,” you whine, trying to catch your breath.

“What, my princess?” He crawls up your body and presses gentle, barely-there kisses along the column of your throat. “You already cock drunk? I haven’t even been inside you yet, sweetheart.”

“Y’make me feel so good.” Your hands reach up, grabbing at any expanse of Eddie’s pale skin that you can.

“I’m here, baby,” he assures you, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek.

“Wanna feel you.”

“Aw, does my pretty girl want my PhD?” Eddie teases with a smirk. “My pretty huge dick?” Before you have time to respond, he leans down and slots his mouth over yours, immediately licking into your mouth. Using his other hand, Eddie lines himself up with your entrance and slowly pushes inside.

Eddie’s mouth swallows your moans as you feel him stretch you out deliciously. Above you, your boyfriend meets your sounds of pleasure with his own at the feeling of sliding into the wet warmth of your pussy.

“Shit,” Eddie mumbles against your mouth. “So fucking tight. This is all you needed, right baby? Just needed your daddy taking care of you.”

Words seem too hard as Eddie pulls his hips back before thrusting back into you again and again. You’re dissolved to whining and whimpering in response to his question, which has him smirking down at you. 

“Mm, look at that,” Eddie muses as he grips your hip. “I may not be a genius like you, baby, but this I’m pretty good at. Fuck my smart girl ‘til she’s dumb.” Not only does Eddie know what to do to your body, but he knows just the words to say to get you hurtling towards another orgasm. 

Every generous inch of Eddie moves inside of you, the ridge between the head and shaft dragging against all the spots that have you arching your back. A strong hand slides up from your hip, making sure to caress every inch of skin it comes across as it makes its way up to your mouth. 

“Open up.”

Immediately, you do as you’re told, and Eddie slips two fingers into your mouth. Not needing to be told what to do with them, you begin to run your tongue around his fingers, swirling it around the tip as you soak the digits.

“God damn it,” Eddie says with a huff of laughter. “You’re gonna make me cum before I want to. Gotta get my girl off again, first.”

A small smirk on your face, you release his fingers with a pop. He reaches down and rubs his fingers over your clit, eliciting a breathy moan from your lips.  

“That feel good, baby?” Eddie goads.

“Y-Yes,” you stutter, your eyes closing in ecstasy. 

“Want you to cum for me again, my good girl. Think you can do that?”

“Yeah,” you breathe out. “So close.”

“Cum on my cock, baby. Want you to make such a mess of me. Cream my cock.”

“Fuck,” you groan, fingers digging into Eddie’s back as his thrusts become sloppier, a tell-tale sign he’s close as well. “Want you to cum too, Eddie.”

“Oh, don’t worry, princess,” he says with a laugh. “‘Bout to cum so hard in your pretty little pussy. Gonna fill you up so, so good. You’ll feel me dripping out of you for days.”

“Shit,” you hiss, and Eddie picks up the pace on your clit. “Fuck—E-Eddie, I’m gonna cum. Fuck, I’m coming.”

The clenching of your walls around his cock has Eddie losing his composure, groans and mutterings of your name falling from his tongue. 

“Shit, baby—m-me too.”

Your bodies move together as the two of you ride out your highs with each other. Eddie’s head drops down and buries into your neck as his body stills on top of yours. Reluctant to pull out of you, Eddie busies himself by pressing sweet kisses against your skin.

“How was that, my love?” Eddie whispers against your ear.

“Was perfect,” you tell him, a lazy smile on your face. “Don’t want you to move.”

Eddie chuckles. “Me neither. But I was thinking we could get all comfy and I’ll hold you as close as you want me to.”

“Can’t get much closer than we are now,” you point out, making Eddie laugh again. 

“Good point. I’m gonna get us cleaned up though, okay?”

Eddie forces himself to get out of the bed and brings back a warm washcloth. Gently, Eddie cleans you up before working on himself. He leaves the room to throw the washcloth in the hamper, but you figure he gets sidetracked because he takes longer than expected. When you see him balancing a bowl of popcorn and two bottles of water as he walks back into the room, you see why. He sets the snack down on the bed and rolls one of the water bottles your way.

“I was thinking,” he says, turning his back to you and walking over to the television resting on your dresser. “We should watch a movie.” It seems like he already had one in mind as he plucks one from your small pile of VHS tapes. Eddie pops the tape into the VCR and strolls back over to the bed. He holds the popcorn bowl so he doesn’t knock it over while he gets situated. As soon as he lifts his arm, you’re cuddling up into his side. Sweat sticks to both of you even after you’ve cleaned up, but you tuck yourself into Eddie’s side regardless. He places the bowl of popcorn on his thigh closest to you as you rest your head on his shoulder. The familiar sweet scent of your strawberry shampoo brings a smile to his face and a feeling of warmth and comfort settles over him. 

“Oh, you put Tommy Boy on!” Your face lights up in glee as you point to the television, as if he didn’t know that you were referring to the movie on the screen. 

“I know how much you love it,” he says, a smile on his face at how happy it made you. 

Cuddling up to his side, Eddie grabs a few pieces of popcorn and holds them up to your mouth. Giggling, you eat them out of his hand like a horse being fed hay. The two of you lazily feed pieces to one another as you watch the movie. When the bowl is empty, you nuzzle your face into Eddie’s neck. The smell of sweat, weed, and his minty shampoo floods your senses and has you more relaxed than you’ve felt in days. Only a few minutes later, Eddie can feel your breath against his neck as it comes out in long puffs. A smile grows on his face at the realization that you’ve fallen asleep.

Carefully, Eddie moves the empty bowl of popcorn to the bedside table and slowly maneuvers himself so he's laying down, keeping you held in his arms. He pulls your body as close as he can, keeping his promise of holding you as closely as you’d like.

“Goodnight, pretty girl. I love you.”

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[storiesbyrhi]

Witch!Reader x Bat/Vampire!Eddie Munson Series Masterlist The Grimoire The Timeline

Warnings: canon typical violence, horror genre typical violence/some infrequent gore, swearing, animal death, no beta, death in childbirth (mentioned, not described), abusive parents, suicide, spiders/bugs, grief/mourning; light smut; warnings updated each chapter.

Synopsis: No witch has stepped foot in Hawkins since 1845, but when Vecna opens the ground and poisons the town, a voice begins to call to you. Have you been brought back to this cursed place to heal the townspeople’s wounds, to save a hexed bat that always finds its way to you, or to redefine your history with a reunion 150 years in the making?

Chapter Summary: Pulling strings and aura reading. 3124 words.

1986

Hedy Lamarr: Golden Age movie star and inventor. George Antheil: avant-garde composer and inventor. Together, at the beginning of World War II, they developed a radio guidance system for the Allied Forces that could employ frequency hopping technology in order to overcome the issue of the Axis Powers’ signal jamming. Decades later, their innovation would become the basis for Wi-Fi and Bluetooth tech.

The Hollywood dinner party Hedy and George were both invited to would mark their meeting in 1940. Hedy hadn’t planned on attending.

“I hear you won’t be the only free thinker there, Hed,” Abby sing-songed from the passenger seat of Hedy’s car. “Maybe you should go. And besides, Janet’s parties are always so fashionable. I’m sure even more so now she’s married that little costumer designer of hers.”

And with that, Abby had pulled yet another set of strings. It was what she excelled at. Mostly, that was a good thing. She was a good witch. However, you hadn’t always seen eye-to-eye, especially since she was prone to stealing your clothes. When she cleared her throat, you noticed she was wearing the purple lace top you loved. Not lost on the road trip to Hawkins then.

“While it is in a witch’s nature to romanticise… well, everything... I must redirect your attention to what is clearly the most critical issue…” Abby started. She shot you a look. “Where is your angelic vampire now?”

Gillian looked at Sally. She had assumed you’d left Eddie in Hawkins. Certainly, he couldn’t be within the walls of the coven. A vampire couldn’t cross the hidden forest threshold.

You felt Kelsey move closer to you, standing behind you, closing ranks.

“Somewhere safe,” you told Abby.

“Can’t be more specific than that?”

“Fuck, Abby, does that matter?”

“I just want to know if you’ve made the same mistake twice. Did you bring a fox into the henhouse again?”

“I resent the implication of being a defenseless hen,” Kels complained.

The witches were talking among themselves once more, Abby planting a seed of fear in the coven. Eyes darted around, often flicking to you with accusatory stares. Your stomach was churning and Eddie was pushed as deeply into the corner of your pocket as he could go.

“Doesn’t this boil down to – do the means justify the ends? Because we have never abided by that before,”

“If the ends are the survival of the coven and the safety of the humans, then yes!”

Arguments were breaking out across the hall.

“Why didn’t she tell us about the vampire as soon as she happened across it?”

“Because we are a coven, not a hive mind. We are allowed to explore and learn for ourselves.”

You couldn’t gauge if a consensus was forming. Questions were coming hard and fast.

“Can we trust any of them again?”

“Where is the justice?”

“If it really is good, if… he has a soul… were there others?”

“What else have we been wrong about?”

“Even if it is good, what if it makes more, and they are the monsters we used to know?”

The tension was continuing to build. Those in the coven who were conflict-avoidant began to filter out of the hall. Whatever happened, what conclusion came, they would accept unconditionally. Other witches who had hitherto said nothing, began to share their opinions with those near them.

A voice called from within the crowd. A demand to be brought closer. Guðrún sat in her enchanted rocking chair, letting it glide just above the ground until she came to a stop before you. She was the oldest in the coven, having lived lives upon lives upon lives.

You knew Guðrún would scold Gillian and Sally later. To keep her in the dark about such important matters showed her a deep disrespect. That matter would be settled in private, among friends. You, though, the way she looked at you was as cold as ice.

“You are a healer. A rare and special gift for a witch. It comes as no surprise that you believed you saw life in something undead. When you tell your story, conviction yellow. Beloving pink.”

Guðrún was the only aura reader of the coven. Ancient wisdom gave her additional senses.

“But now. As you stand. Green turning bad. Not yet deception. Something concealed.”

Don’t break eye contact.

Don’t hold your breath.

Don’t roll over and show your soft belly.

“Too many. Too many hues. What is concealed… It is a… void. Not black, but a vacuum.”

Guðrún’s gaze trailed down to where Eddie was in your pocket. She couldn’t see him, but she could see the empty space around him where an aura should be.

Sally had figured it out the night before. The way you sat, careful of the way your jacket draped over body. Other physical cues. It was that, and that she just knew you. You’d never be parted from Eddie again. She kept the secret from her sister.

Gillian worked it out only then, following Guðrún’s line of sight. “You couldn’t unhex him completely? He returned to the bat form?” she asked you, stepping closer, ignoring the coven’s growing sense of anger and terror.

You said nothing.

She narrowed her eyes. “No. You did. But… This is how you got him through the gate… A trick of form?”

Realisation rippled outwards. For a moment, curiosity and anxiety were radiating from the coven in equal measures.

“If it is good, such a well behaved creature, then show us,” Abby called.

“He is not a show dog, Abigail,” you spat at her.

“Obviously not a dog. A bat. You’ve always had a penchant for the poetic. It’s a bit on the nose though,”

“Shut the fuck up, Abby,” Kelsey growled.

A strange sort of anticipatory silence fell across the hall. You knew what they were all waiting for.

…

1986, a few days earlier

“It smells nice,” Eddie commented.

He was sitting on the couch behind you. You’d dragged your coffee table altar closer to it, so you could sit between his legs on the floor and do your work.

“It’s the sage. You always say something when there’s sage.”

Your protection spell for Eddie had been finished, but in the eleventh hour, you had a stroke of inspiration.

The potion was a total risk. It was more guesswork than witchcraft. Almost a Hail Mary. You’d probably be throwing up into the mix out of stress if Eddie wasn’t gently playing with your hair.

It was symbiosis. He liked to have his hands on you. You liked his nails on your scalp. Everyone was kept sedated.

“It’s a good idea, my love,” Eddie told you, again.

“In theory,”

“And in practice. It will work.”

…

1986, a few days later

You knew what they were all waiting for.

“Remember that what you put into the world comes back tenfold,” you warned.

After one last look to Kelsey for support, you reached into your jacket and scooped Eddie up. While keeping your hand touching your chest, you uncurled your fingers to reveal the small bat.

Mostly, the witches were underwhelmed. Some, confused.

“Turn it back,” a voice from somewhere in the crowd said.

“Again. He is not a fucking show dog,” you sneered.

“Then how do we know it’s not dangerous?” Abby asked. “Who says as soon as it’s back in its vampire form, it won’t try to kill us all?”

She’s a good witch, you reminded yourself. A good witch. Part of your coven. But every family has the shit-stirring little sister that could stand to be brought down a peg or two. Alas, it was not the time nor place.

“Me,” you answered.

“And me,” Kelsey added.

“If you come pleading for absolution, the condition of an introduction is not too great an ask,” Guðrún declared. “If it is not a monster, then a meeting should pose no challenge,”

“The challenge doesn’t lie with me. It is with the coven,” you told her.

“You fear violence,”

“Yes. Should I not? Can you tell me all the colours emanating around us are peaceful blues? I know you see red and black and midnight tones. Why shouldn’t I fear this?”

Guðrún studied your face, briefly read the room. Before she could say anything else, and before Abby could move things along with a tug of a string, you let yourself really feel the fear. You wanted to puke.

“I have everything to lose,” you said, voice cracking. Eddie’s tiny little bat hands clung to your shirt, your hands shielding him still. “I am entirely prepared to lose my place here. And, you know what happens to a covenless witch. I have spent weeks agonising over this. All the possible outcomes. Yet here I fucking am. Telling you, all of you, what I did. What I did wrong. Why I did it. Telling you that I was stupid and I feel embarrassed. But that I was in love. That I am in love. That I was hurt in an immeasurable way. But I have found a way from there to here, and that means something. It is worth something.”

Everybody was silent.

It was always going to come to this.

Turning to Kelsey, she pre-empted your request, casting darkness over the windows, then heading out the hall.

“His name is Eddie. Edward. He was twenty when he was turned. It was 1586. He had no choice. He’s almost finished The Lord of the Rings. He helps me forage. He does housework… Eddie has a list of cats throughout history he thinks are cool. His favourite is Unsinkable Sam… He’s… He’s not what you think he is.”

Still, nobody said anything.

Kelsey reappeared at your side, holding out a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt.  Taking them, you turned your back on the coven, standing close enough to Kels that you formed a small partition. Your teeth were trying to chatter, nervous energy screaming to get out of you.

Please. Please. Please.

You didn’t know who you were praying to.

You said the words, Eddie appeared.

The silence became a living thing. It ate up gasps and giggles. Words and wind.

Eddie dressed quickly, but not too quickly. No vampire speed. No sudden movements. He looked you dead in the eye, your reflection in that deep darkness. Hand in hand, you stepped to reveal him to your coven.

There was not a single face of indifference.

Becoming hyper-aware of everything in your surroundings, you first focussed on Sally and Gillian. Their slumped postures. Deep set frowns. Resignation. No threat.

Abby’s fast and shallow breathing. Blown pupils.

Guðrún was squinting so hard you could barely see her eyes. She could will it all she wanted, there was no aura to read. She had no better insight than you. Than any of the others. It made her feel powerless, but in that was grace. If she had no better vantage point, her vote meant nothing more. She ceded. 

The grief was written all over Sara’s face as she moved silently through the coven. You stepped in front of Eddie, held a hand out to her.

“Bug, wait,” you asked. Sara – Bug – who you used to spend hours drying and pressing flowers with. Preserving colour and beauty. Happy in each other’s company.   

“Don’t call me that. You don’t get to call me that anymore,” Sara snapped. “You walked by our side for centuries, but by a single moonlit night you betrayed us?”

“Sara-”

“No. She died in my arms… You were there. You tried to stitch her together. But her skin was too shredded. Too much blood loss. They ripped her apart and now… Now this?”

Sara’s grandmother was older than Guðrún but perished at the hands of Eddie’s colony. You had tried to heal her. Save her. There hadn’t been any hope though.

Sara’s hand moved in her pocket and you became acutely aware of why she had not said anything earlier. She hadn’t been in the room. Sara had disappeared and filled her pockets with the death dust. Most witches had stored theirs away, the need gone. Not Sara. Not ever.

She moved fast, her palms flung open and a deep breath out pushing dust up and at Eddie with supernatural speed and force. It would only take a single flake of it to kill him.

It all happened in an instant. The magic hit the border of the protection spell and Sara was showered in the dust, as if she had been the intended target. Simultaneously, Eddie hissed, an innate and unconscious reaction to an attack. And you grabbed him by the arm and yanked him backward, putting space between him and the coven.

Everyone froze, processing your warning of tenfold and the events that had transpired.

Tears streamed down Sara’s face. “You’re choosing him over us?”

Abby walked to her, wrapped an arm around her waist. “Bug,” she said softly.

“I’m asking to not have to choose,” you tried to explain.

Sara wasn’t listening, not to you, not to Abby, who was whispering something to her. Distracted by this, you did not see Alexis.

Alexis did not come for death. She came for pain. She held a dagger made from carnelian, steel, and crocodile scales. She drove the dagger through the air, but hit the spell border just as the death dust had. The spell was a mirror, it would reverse the magic back to sender.

Alexis’ blade spun from her hands and glided too quickly at her. It aimed for her heart, as she had aimed for Eddie’s. Its trajectory would have seen it plunge through her ribcage’s gaps and into her still-beating heart. If Alexis died, it would all be over.

But Eddie was there.

He moved in a blink and caught Alexis with one arm, holding her safely. His other grabbed the dagger, letting it slice through the side of the hand so he could catch it mid-air. The room held its breath. Alexis’ green eyes were wide and set on Eddie. She couldn’t look away, couldn’t pull herself from Eddie’s embrace.

“I mean you no harm,” he murmured quietly, just to her. “And I like your freckles.”

Eddie let Alexis go; she stumbled a few steps before steadying herself. He moved slowly again, turning to the coven and dropping the dagger, letting it clang against the floorboards.

You rushed to him, throwing your arms around him. “Are you okay?” Looking down, Eddie had already healed from the blade. You held him tightly. He closed his eyes and melted into you.

The witches watched. Some submerged in waves of grief, some choking on anger. Some could smell honeysuckle, a sure sign of true love. Others felt a ripple of change, their skin prickling with goosebumps.

You looked to the coven.

“This is… too much. It’s too much for me. And for each of you… But it’s done…” You shook your head, then shrugged. “I just… I don’t know… We have been guided by so many forces. By what we learn. By fate, and life, and death. By the systems of morality we take from the humans. By each other. And I don’t know what’s really right. So, I’ll make my own meaning now. It’s… yeah, it’s been working. What I’ve done in Hawkins. It is good. There’s good to be done there…”

It was resonating. Ev, Meg, and Hailey. Ash, Mel, and Kelsey. More and more witches, lost in a liminal space of post-purpose. What did it mean to be a witch without a goal? What did it mean to be a woman in 1986?

Eddie watched you. I will diminish, and go into the West and remain Galadriel, the book echoed in his head. You held yourself with the same loveliness as Galadriel. Not always, but now.

“I’m going back. Maybe I’ll stay there. Maybe I’ll find somewhere else that needs help. But I don’t belong here anymore. And, maybe that’s okay. Maybe it will… it will be okay…”

As your thoughts trailed off, you met Abby’s gaze. She nodded once, a promise that you would be left alone. You nodded back, then looked for Guðrún. She had already left, putting faith in the youth of the coven.

Some of the witches began to leave the hall. You had no way of knowing who you had hurt and if you would ever be forgiven, but you were willing to pay the price of that shame to keep Eddie.

Kelsey was the first to come to you. “I’m coming with you,” she announced fearlessly.

“Me too,” echoed Mel.

The others stepped up, nodding.

“You don’t have to do this,” you told them.

“And you don’t get to tell us what to do,” Meg replied.

“You’re right. Maybe you don’t belong here. But maybe you’re not the only one,” Ev said.

A deep exhaustion was taking over. Your energy was draining into the protection spell, the mirrored bubble around Eddie took so much of your magic to keep intact. All you had in you to do was nod. You’d argue with them another day.

“Hi,” from Ash then. She grinned at Eddie.

“Hi,” he replied, flashing her a trademark smile. He took your hand. “I, ah, look forward to meeting you all. But I believe it might be best if I depart. For now,”

“Yeah,” you agreed. “Do you wanna go ahead? I know this looks like a truce but it feels more like a stalemate. I’ll be on the road in a few hours... Sic fiat,” and the bat swirled through the air and out the open door. He flew up, up, up, until the wards of the coven were far below him.

Eddie covered miles of Catskills quickly, before finding a nice tree to huddle in, awaiting your arrival.

“You’re leaving already?” Kelsey asked.

“You don’t have to go right away,” Hailey told you.

“I’m causing more sorrow than joy being here. It’s not fair on the others,”

“What happened wasn’t fair to you,” Mel pointed out.

“I know. But… This isn’t black and white… But I’m kind of tired… Meg… Any cinnamon rolls ready? You know, for the road?”

You sat with your sisters, drinking tea and eating baked goods. They told you about their lives, about what the past few months had looked like for them. And while none of it was on the same scale as Henry Creel and revived vampires, you realised you were not alone.

When you imagined the path forward, you were always holding Eddie’s hand. You were the only witch walking though. However, all it took to build a coven was a couple of witches with overlapping notions of love, magic, and morality. Maybe there was room for more.

End Note: Thank you to @jo-harrington for teaching me about the very real Hedy Lamarr. If you don't know about her, she is absolutely worth a Google.

To the newest additions to the coven - @munson-blurbs and @littlesubbyflower. Thank you for being the face of objection.

And, to anyone that loves Catfish and the Bottlemen as much as I do... I had to do it. Hopefully, it wasn't too cringe lmaoooooo.

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[alumbianchronicler]

EcoberHaunt 2023 - Oct. 3

Magic - White Crow

[Ao3]

Content Warnings: n/a (unless you count Constantine's swearing)

Crossover: DPxDC (A few of my submissions are planned to be crossovers, but the majority won't be. All crossovers will be identified.)

Summary:

Several Justice League members have reported experiencing a white crow visiting their dreams, a strange occurrence which gains importance when the creature is linked to a missing child god.

~~~

The Justice League conference room was quieter than usual, for as many people as were present. Half the heroes sitting around the table were pensively thoughtful, while the others had picked up enough on the mood to be on edge.

After all, Constantine didn’t like coming to the Watchtower when he could at all avoid it, and went to great lengths to do so, so it was significant that he had agreed to attend this meeting.

Of course, he wasn’t here yet, so there was still time for him to have bugged out.

Batman sat watching his colleagues. He had been having a reoccurring dream for nearly two weeks, one featuring a strange white crow. After overhearing Red Robin mention the creature after a 12-hour sleep following three days without, he had questioned the rest of the Gotham vigilantes and realized that they had all dreamed of the white crow at least once in the past month.

He had brought the matter up with Superman, who had also dreamed of the creature one night after working together with Batman, and that was enough to call in Constantine.

Who had better show up in the next five minutes, or he was going to have words with the Occultist.

The disaster in question showed up two minutes later, slumping over to the space at the table left for him and setting down the coffee he had stopped by the cafeteria to grab before coming to the meeting room.

“Don’t,” John lifted a finger to forestall Batman’s words, “lecture me. I’ve been run ragged for the past month trying to find a baby god someone kidnapped, so just… don’t.”

“A baby god?” Wonder Woman echoed, frowning in concern. “Who?”

“Chronos’ ward.”

Her brows raised in surprise. “The Veil-Keeper?”

“Wonder Woman?  What do you know?” Batman asked. He had a gut feeling that this was… too coincidental. The missing child god and the strange white crow... They were connected.

“I don’t know much,” Diana replied. “Just that several of the other gods have been speaking of Chronos’ new ward, a “Keeper of the Balance.” Hades himself has spoken fondly of the young one, apparently.”

Constantine nodded. “And the kid is missing. Half the Infinite Realms are ready to announce war if they can’t find their missing darling.” He waved a hand theatrically and chugged his black coffee with the abandon that could only be obtained after more than two days without sleep. “So, what the hell do you want, Bats.”

“I think I have a lead on your missing kid.”

The occultist’s gaze snapped to the Bat, brows raised. “You what?”

“The purpose of this meeting,” Batman said, “was to bring up a repeated appearance of a strange creature in several people’s dreams. A white crow. It hasn’t caused any harm, but seems to want the dreamer to follow it. No one has yet managed to follow it all the way back to where it is attempting to lead the dreamer.”

Constantine nodded, pulling out a notebook and jotting something onto it. “A white crow… yeah, that’d fit the kid. Has it spoken?”

Looking around, it appeared that though some of the other Justice League members had seen the crow in their own dreams, none could say it had spoken to them.

“It… He has not spoken,” Martian Manhunter spoke up after a few moments, “but I have noted the creature’s emotions. That is the strangest part to me, that he seems to be an actual being within the dream, and not just a dream-creature illusion.”

“Well?” Constantine prompted impatiently.

“He is scared. Batman is correct, he wants to lead the dreamer somewhere, and becomes increasingly desperate as the dreamer follows him further. He feels… as if he is fighting against something. As if his ability to reach out is being pushed to the limit and becomes harder the closer he comes to his destination.”

A few more notes were jotted down. “Right,” Constantine said. “I need to make a call.”

“Is there anything we can do to help?” Wonder Woman asked.

“I’ll… let ya know after I make the call.”

He turned, walking out of the room without fanfare. The rest of the League watched him for a moment, before Batman stood up and followed after, ignoring any attempts to bring him back and let Constantine go.

“What sort of god is this child?” he asked the occultist in the hall outside.

Constantine swore. “Give me a few damned minutes, Bats,” he snapped. “When I said I needed to make a call before anything else, I meant it. Unless you want several worlds’ worth of the dead to declare war on the planet.”

Batman’s eyes narrowed, obviously wanting to ask about that, but if Constantine thought the message couldn’t wait, then he would ask his questions after it. As irritating as the Brit was, he did know his job.

John grunted and continued striding down the hallway toward the section of the Watchtower set aside for magical matters. He didn’t attempt to stop Batman when the man followed. It would just be more stress and time lost than it was worth to argue with the stubborn ass.

In the magic archives, he kicked a few boxes of paperwork out of his way, exposing a silver circle inlaid into the floor. Once it was completely clear, he pulled a piece of chalk from a coat pocket and began noting down runes around the rim of the circle.

Batman stood to the side, watching silently and memorizing the runes’ arrangements, though he knew Oracle was also receiving the footage through his cowl and was already looking up the meanings.

Finished, Constantine straightened, pulled a vial of glowing green liquid from another coat pocket, and poured it into the circle.

The liquid didn’t touch the ground. Glowing Lazarus green, it slid out of the vial with the thickness of elementary schooler's glue, fell halfway to the ground, then dissipated in the air, the sigils and silver itself beginning to glow the same lurid green.

Constantine cleared his throat, then spoke. “Nocturn. Dreamer of the Realms. Aspect of Dream of the Endless. Ancient of Sleep. I have word on the whereabouts of the Realms' Prince.”

It wasn’t the usual summoning ritual. No chanting, few theatrics. It must be a matter important to the entity being called, for them to be willing to come to something so simple.

Or maybe they were just used to Constantine being… Constantine.

The circle glowed brighter green, and a swirl of darkness formed in the center. It shifted, tendrils of shadow taking on the forms of a multitude of half-formed ideas as it gradually grew and finally took on a humanoid form.

The shifting shadows resolved into a head, with a face like that of a white mask, cracked along one eye, and curling horns stretching out from its head. Its body seemed to hold infinite depth, glimmers of stars visible within the space as it stood twice as tall as either man.  It leaned down to peer at Constantine with glowing red eyes.

“What have you heard, Laughing Magician?”

“Nocturn,” Constantine greeted. “Apparently, several of his lot,” and here he pointed with his thumb over at Batman, “have been receiving reoccurring dreams of a white crow. Manhunter seems to think it’s trying to seek help.”

“A white crow…” the deity echoed, straightening. “I see. My brother will be glad you have finally identified a lead.”

“Yeah, about that, mate. How the hell does your brother, Destiny of the fucking Endless, not know where his adopted son is?”

Nocturn blinked down at him in bittersweet amusement. “We can not interfere in such matters,” he said. “The boy is still mortal enough that we, and my brother in particular, can not act to seek out his safety.”

“Why’d you want me to call you when I got a lead, then?”

At this, Nocturn leaned closer, the twisting shadows of his body swirling dizzyingly. “We may not act directly, but we can facilitate the ease of the search by those mortals who are looking for him. We do not want a war between the Overworld and the Realms of the Infinite any more than you do, but there are those who do desire war. Especially concerning the crimes lately perpetrated by the living against the dead.”

Batman frowned at this. “Crimes against the dead?”

The Ancient’s attention turned to him. “Yes, Gotham’s Son. You will find those answers when you find the Realms’ Prince.”

Before the Bat could ask more about that, Constantine spoke up. “So when you say you can facilitate our retrieval of the kid, what do you mean?”

Nocturn smiled. “Nothing much, Magician.  Simply that which is already within my nature.”

The entity grew in size, overtaking the boundaries of the circle as if it were nothing more than spidersilk, the sigils disappearing into sparks and afterimages. A sprinkle of sand was scattered from the Ancient's hand, and Batman and John Constantine fell asleep.

~~~

Gotham was burning. Gotham was burning, and his sons were burning, and he was trapped in a mire of reaching, clutching hands which refused to let him go.

Batman struggled against the grasping arms, finally freeing himself from them, but by the time he looked up, Gotham was dark. Silent. A burned husk of itself, and him… alive, and too late to save those he was supposed to protect.

He fell to his knees, wishing the hands would come back to pull him away from the dismal failure, but they did not reappear.

In the distance, a white speck appeared, quickly coming closer.

The sound of a crow’s caw triggered some memory in Batman’s mind. He seized on the half-formed thought, pulling it to the fore-front and examining it.

A white crow.

The missing god.

He was dreaming. Gotham had not burned. His children were not dead. But this dream…

Right. The white crow. A child who needed their help.

He held his arm up to the crow, and after a few cautious circles above him, it came in to land on the offered arm.

“It’s taken us a bit, but I think we’ve got your message,” Batman said to the crow, in the softer voice he saved for children. “We’re here to help, and we’re going to find you.”

The crow blinked, turning its head to stare at him with one eye. It seemed to visibly relax, like a great fear or urgency was bleeding away from it.

“Bats! There you are.” Constantine stomped over, stepping out of an alley from the burnt husk of Gotham. The crow startled, flapping its wings, but Batman gently stroked a gloved finger down its back and it settled.

“Constantine.”

“Stupid bloody Ancients. I swear Dream’s more of a pain to deal with he’s pulling that duty than when he’s just being his straight-up Endless self.”

The crow perked up at the mention of an Ancient, hopping from foot to foot excitedly.

“Yeah, kid, we finally figured ya out, and we’re gonna help get you out from wherever you’re locked up. Of course the old Gear-face couldn’t go get ya himself…”

The crow shrugged.

“You know how it is, then,” Constantine finished.

The crow nodded.

Batman stood watching all of this with neutral attention. This part wasn’t his sort of specialty. His skills would be more required when they finally found where the kid was being held and went in to free him. For now, he paid partial attention to the conversation, and the rest to their surroundings. Even in his own dreamscape, he wouldn’t assume there weren’t dangers.

Perhaps especially within his own dreamscape.

He turned back to Constantine and the crow. The occultist was just tying what appeared to be a red thread around the crow’s ankle, and had tied a similar one to his own finger, the tail end of the thread left hanging down several inches.

With another nod, the crow took off, heading into Gotham.

Batman began to follow.

Constantine held him back. “We’re not following from here, mate. Nothing we can do for the kid when he can’t get us close enough to his own dream to locate him.”

The look the Bat gave him told him to finish explaining quickly.

“His dream-self is part of him. When he wakes up, he’ll still have the string, spiritually. This,” Constantine held up his hand, showing the thread tied around his own finger, “sticks with me. We use it to find him while we’re awake, so your crew can kick the asses of whoever snatched him.”

Batman stared at him for a moment, looked after the disappearing form of the crow, and then nodded. “Alright. Wake us up.”

“You heard him, big guy. Care to pull us out?”

They woke gradually, eyes gritty with what seemed to be an entire night’s worth of sand, though Batman’s cowl-HUD told him that they had been asleep no more than two hours. The silver ring was plain metal once again, the carefully chalked runes gone, along with the Ancient they had summoned.

“Remind me not to go traipsing round your dreams again, by the way,” Constantine said, groaning as he pushed himself upright and to his feet. “That version of Gotham was even more miserable than the real one.”

Batman just grunted, standing himself. “You can find the boy?”

“Yeah, yeah, I can find him.” Constantine pulled out a cigarette, putting it in his mouth but not lighting it.  He held up a hand, the red string still tied there, the hanging end fluttering. “Gather your posse. We’ll need to head planet-side to find our white crow.”

#ectoberhaunt23 #EH Magic #day 3 #White Crow #Danny Phantom #dpxdc

[miguelswifey04]

omg can i request one where the places were switched like instead of lyla being the ai can we get miguel as our ai assistant and reader as the leader?? ive been thinking abt this non stop i swearrbsbbchs

i love reversing roles but for sure <3

AI! miguel o’hara x spider(woman) 2099! reader AU

as the leader of the Spider Society, you, Y/L/N, stood tall and formidable. you alter ego of spider-woman 2099 brought hope and protection to the citizens of Nueva York. but even heroes needed assistance, and your AI assistant, miguel, was always there to support you in your endeavors.

miguel, in his role as lyla, the AI assistant, stood ready to assist with any task or information you required. his voice echoed through the communication device embedded in your suit as you swung through the city. or usually he’d pop on your shoulder, glitching here and there.

"Y/N, i’ve detected a rise in criminal activities near the downtown area," miguel’s voice chimed in your ears, providing the necessary update.

you adjusted your course, swinging towards the city center. "alright, miguel. keep tracking their movements and relay any important information as I approach."

the city lights blurred beneath you as you arrived at the scene of a building enveloped in chaos. criminals, armed and dangerous, seemed to multiply on every street corner. you swiftly assessed the situation, relying on miguel’s guidance to formulate the best course of action.

"miguel, any information on the criminal mastermind behind this operation?" you asked, your senses on high alert.

miguel’s voice remained calm and composed, meticulously processing data in real time. "analyzing now, Y/N. it appears to be the work of a notorious gang led by the nefarious dr. arachnis. he’s known for his involvement in several high-level criminal activities across the city."

a grin tugged at the corners of your lips as you prepared for the confrontation. "well, it looks like dr. arachnis has met his match. time to show him what this spider-woman can do."

with miguel’s constant stream of information and tactical suggestions, you launched into action. swiftly dodging incoming attacks, web-slinging from one criminal to another, you efficiently incapacitated the gang members, making your way towards dr. arachnis.

as you cornered him, your eyes glinted with determination. "dr. arachnis, your reign of terror ends here. surrender now and face justice."

the criminal mastermind sneered, his voice laced with arrogance. "you think you can stop me, spider-woman? you’re just a mere bug in my web."

with a quick flick of your wrist, you ensnared him in a web, restraining his movements. the familiar phrase escaped your lips as you stood tall before your defeated foe. "with great power comes great responsibility, dr. arachnis. it’s time to face the consequences of your actions."

as the police arrived to take the criminals into custody, you couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. the Spider Society had prevailed once again, thanks to your leadership and miguel’s unwavering support. and now Nueva York remains unharmed.

“good job, spider-woman 2099," miguel’s voice resonated through your earpiece. "your quick thinking and agility were instrumental in neutralizing the threat. the city is a safer place because of you."

you nodded, a sense of pride swelling within you. "thank you, miguel. we make quite the team. let’s continue to protect this city and ensure the well-being of its citizens."

and with that, you swung off into the night, the partnership between you and miguel strengthening the Spider Society's mission to bring peace and justice to the streets of Nueva York.

#spiderman atsv #spider man: across the spider verse #miguel o'hara #atsv x reader #miguel o’hara as lyla #you as spiderwoman 2099 #reversed roles #miguel o’hara x reader #spider person #spider woman #alternate universe #miguel o’hara x y/n #🌱 lin writes #♡´･ᴗ･`♡ lin answers #miguel spiderman #spidersona #atsv lyla #miguel x lyla

[junk-jester]

Been a long while since I last posted any Pokémon Fusions with custom Dex entries...

So, with the Infinite Fusion fangame as popular as it is and this website on the rise to go with it, I figured I'd update some of my older entries + at least one fresh face, more or less.

Pipquil, the Porcupine Pokémon Water/Fire- Type Pipquil are warm-blooded, yet live in the harsh, frigid north and south poles. To compensate for their environment, they frequently let loose bursts of small flames from their backs, keeping themselves and others warm all year around. However, these flames are known to occasionally melt icebergs, which can cause Pipquil to drop into the frigid water and become prey for any nearby Beartic and Walrein.

Prinlava, the Prince Pokémon Water/Fire- Type These Pokémon live in tight nit communities known as Trials, where they frequently hold competitions over leadership and loyalty. The Prinlava with the largest and most impressive plumage of flame is considered the strongest, and will occasionally fight with the strongest member of other Trials. The Trial leader that wins the fight will then have the loser's trial absorbed, allowing the community to grow.

Empophlosion, the King Pokémon Water/Fire- Type Sarcastic and often unsympathetic, Empophlosion battle for territory by clashing and attempting to break each other's crowns. The fire that erupts from their neck is a sign of age, with healthy flames being a brilliant red and orange, while weak, sick or dying Empophlosions only emit plumes of dark smoke seen for miles around.

Lardour, the White Wolf Pokémon Bug/Fire- Type While small in stature, this Pokémon is fiercely loyal and will leap into action if it senses its trainer is in distress. The red bands around Lardour’s ankles and on its back often create sparks when it’s agitated, and jets of flame will erupt from the emblem on its forehead when its rage has reached a critical point.

Volcadoom, the Guardian Pokémon Bug/Fire- Type With age and evolution, Volcadoom's protective instincts have only grown stronger, though not to the point of overreaction. It acts as a machine of vengeance, often purposefully nudging and guiding its trainer along on a certain path so that the pair can enact vigilante justice when night falls. When enraged, its horns merge into a flaming sword whos burns scar and scorn the wicked and ill of heart for all time.

Honedinja, the Sword Beetle Pokémon Ghost/Steel- Type A legendary blacksmith who perished at the blade of an enraged deity is said to be the origins of this Pokémon. It wanders the land like a samurai, using the blade embedded in its back to cut down any who do not earn its respect. Those who do will earn a steadfast ally for life.

Doubinja, the Twin Blades Beetle Pokémon Ghost/Steel- Type Doubinja’s sword has been split into a pair. Any that it meet will be given one sword while Doubinja itself shall wield the other as they challenge one another in a duel of honor. Legends say that no Doubinja has ever lost.

Aeginja, the Royal Beetle Pokémon Ghost/Steel- Type The twin swords it once carried have now been fused together and become part of its body, where once they only sat before. This allows Aeginja to be wielded by humans and other Pokémon alike as a weapon whilst in combat. However, it can only be wielded by those it deems worthy or had earned its respect in the past. An unworthy person or Pokémon will have their soul removed and consumed, making Aeginja's blade ever-sharper.

Zekroudon, the Omega Storm Pokémon Ground/Electric- Type Little is truly known of this Legendary Pokémon, aside from a handful of ancient texts in both Hoenn and Unova that states that, when the Original Dragon split apart, one of its pieces became blinded by an ancient fury, its armor glowing red hot and razed the earth with lightning that brought on a drought for six years straight.

#pokemon fusion #pokemon infinite fusion #piplup #prinplup #empoleon #cyndaquil #quilava #typhlosion #houndour #houndoom #larvesta #volcarona #shedinja #honedge #doublade #aegislash #zekrom #groudon

[coulsons-fullmetal-cellist]

Dieter and The Lobster

(Dieter x horror loving female)

Words: 2, 152

Summary: a flashback to the set of Sap of Justice where you have a few interesting questions for Dieter

Warnings: lots of adorable mutual pining, men being creepy, mild swearing, Dieter being downright adorable

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“Can I ask you a random question Mr. Bravo?”

“I’ve been asked so many questions by so many random people there’s a slim chance there’s a question I haven’t been asked.”

Being stuck in the makeup trailer together for many hours on the set of Sap of Justice brought out the curiosity in each other. Dieter had a bored look on his face, and over the weeks working together, you felt it was safe enough to ask him a harmless question.

“Has anyone ever asked what sort of animal you’d like to be?”

“No, no ones ever asked me that question.”

“Well, what sort of animal would you like to be?”

“Oh, I think I’d like to be a chicken. The female one, not the male one.”

“A hen not a rooster?”

“Yeah, you ever seen Chicken Run?” you nodded, “Great film. I’d never like to be in their situation, but it seems nice to just eat food, lay eggs, hang out in a nice warm hen house. And if I was a Muppet chicken, I’d get to hang out with Gonzo,” you couldn’t help but laugh at that, “What about you?”

“Me? A real animal or Muppet?”

He shrugged, “Both.”

“Have you seen the film The Lobster?” Dieter shook his head, “It’s a bit of a weird film but Colin Farrell’s character makes a great point about lobsters: they live for over one hundred years, and I could pinch people. But I don’t think I’d like to be a real lobster as I’ll most likely get boiled as soon as possible so I’d go for a Muppet one. Are there any Muppet lobster?”

“Oh yeah, Muppets Treasure Island has Polly the lobster.”

“Oh yeah,” your smile brought out a small one in Dieter.

“What about a real animal?” he asked.

“Well,” you paused for dramatic effect, “Have you ever heard of a Mantis Shrimp?” he shook his head, “It’s this tiny little shrimp that has the most powerful punch of any creature. Its punch can boil the water around,” he whistled in admiration, “I know, a tiny thing can pack quite a punch, it’s what I aspire to be.”

“So, it’s a bit like Hermia,” you gave a quizzical look, “From A Midsummer Nights Dream; and though she be but little, she is fierce.”

“Oh, I like that,” you put down your brushes, “All done Mr. Bravo. Good luck with today’s filming.”

*****

“Hurry up, shut the door.” Adrién absolutely detested bugs of all kinds so the idea of sitting out in the wild for a shoot was a downright insufferable kind of torture. They could barely stand the drive up into the forest to collect Dieter.

“The bugs aren’t going to get in,” but he shut the door anyways. “Hey, you know those soft toy plush things?”

“You mean plushies?”

“Yeah, can you get them lobster shaped?”

“Are you wanting a lobster plushie?”

Dieter nodded, “Not life-sized though,” he gestured with his hands, “About this big.”

“Any reason why?” They received a lot of weird requests from the star in their life of working with him, but this one was unusual but sweetly innocent.

“I just want one is all.”

*****

“Could I ask you another random question Mr. Bravo?”

“Sure, I like random questions.”

“Has anyone ever asked you the deserted island question?” he looked confused so you continued, “If you were stuck on a deserted island, what three things would you want with you?”

“No one’s ever asked me that,” he seemed disappointed by the lack of interesting questions being asked his way, “I honestly have no idea, I need time to think about it. What would you bring?”

“I’ve had lots of time to think about it, so I know what I’d bring: a Swiss Army knife, a water filtration system and an endless supply of duct tape.”

“And there would be an endless supply on this island?”

“Well, a let’s say a very big crate of it washed up on shore. It’s very possible in this day and age.”

He hummed in agreement. “I’d never be that practical, I would be absolutely useless and die within five minutes.”

“If you’re stuck with me, you’d be fine.”

“Would you want to be stuck on an island with me?”

You shrugged; it didn’t seem like such a bad thing. “Okay, so if you were stuck on an island with me being MacGyver, what would you bring?”

“Would there be any electricity?”

“Obviously not.”

“Okay, a cozy blanket, an endless supply of chocolates, that’ll wash up with your duct tape, and writing material.”

“Oh, good choices, why the writing material?”

“If you’re spending all day MacGyvering I need to provide the entertainment when we’re relaxing at night by the fire.”

“I’ll have to learn how to make a fire then.” The thought of cosying up by the fire seemed a lovely idea to both of you.

*****

Dieter spied a bag in the seat when he got in the car today. The plushiness almost sprung out of its vacuum sealed confines when he opened it.

“Is that the right size?”

He hugged it close to him, snuffling his nose to the softness. He just nodded and hummed his approval.

Every night since then, he held it close to him when he slept.

*****

“Did you see the rack on her? If only she’d wear something a little low cut so I can see the goods.”

Dieter tried to ignore the comments from Blake, his co-star. The man playing the part of the killer of his wife really looked the part.

“All she needs to do is lean over so I can just take a nice handful and…”

“Find yourself in jail from harassment.”

“I’m just having fun, admiring the view.”

Dieter shook his head in disgust. He knew Blake was causing you discomfort. Every time the man left the trailer, he’d leave with a big grin on his face while you had the opposite. The boxful of cookies was still full, so he knew you never offered the slimy man one crumb. It was the first thing he noticed when he went into the makeup trailer after filming for the day. That was after he noticed the hurt look on your face. The sunshine had gone from your face, and he wanted to see that light of happiness.

“So, I watched that lobster movie.”

You perked up, “You did?”

He nodded, “You were right, it was a bit weird, but also depressingly terrifying.”

“That’s the whole point.”

“I’d never find love in those 45 days.”

“And then they would have to turn you into a chicken.”

“Actually, I’ve changed my mind on that. I know they wouldn’t turn me into a hen, so I’d have to go with Colin Farrell’s character and have myself turned into a lobster.”

A laugh escaped your lips, “You’d be a lobster?”

“It makes more sense for me.”

“So we’d be lobster together?”

“Didn’t you want to be that punching shrimp?”

You shrugged, “I don’t think they’d have the ability to put me in such a tiny animal,” you turned away from him to put away the used prosthetics, “I happened to watch A Midsummer Night’s Dream.”

“You did?” What version?”

“It was the National Theatre Live version.”

“Oh, that one’s my favourite.”

“It was certainly different. Swapping Oberon and Titiania was absolute genius. Way more enjoyable to what I had to learn at school.”

“Kinda wish I did that version at school, I’d love to be in it.”

“As Oberon?”

“You think I’d be a good Oberon?” you nodded.

“Who would you like to be your Bottom?” that question brought a smile to your face and to his.

“Oh, it’d have to be someone tall and handsome. Maybe David Harbour, I know he’s done some Shakespeare.”

“He’s pretty good on Stranger Things. Grumpy guy with a heart of gold is one of my favourite tropes.”

He gave a bashful look, afraid to admit the show was too scary for him “I haven’t actually seen that.”

“You what? But it’s so good,” he grumbled out an apology, “Well, you don’t get a cookie until you do,” but before he could shed a tear from his puppy dog eyes you handed him the box of cookies, “I’m just kidding, I’d never deprive you of a cookie.”

“You’re too sweet to me.”

You would have said the same but smiled instead.

*****

The next day you had just finished putting on Dieter’s prosthetics and dreading having to do work on Blake. He reminded you of every creep in several horror films. You just wished that an unfortunate event would befall him, maybe involving a lawnmower over his private area.

Thankfully, it didn’t take long to do a bullet wound to the head prothesis so you wouldn’t have to put up with the leers to your figure for too long. He took his chair with a grin that belonged on a clown handing out balloons to victims.

You started counting down the minutes until the ordeal was over when Dieter didn’t get up from his seat.

“I don’t need to be on set right now, do you mind if I stay here where it’s cooler?”

You nodded, quietly giving yourself a cry of relief. While you were applying the wound makeup, Dieter glared at Blake with such intensity, any sudden wrong move would result in instant death.

“What sort of animal would you be?” Blake gave Dieter a look that questioned his sanity. “If you could be any animal in the world, what would you be?”

He stupidly gained some confidence with his answer, “I’d like to be a lion. I like the thought of hunting down my prey,” every nerve in your body was on high alert, ready to run, “And I’d be in charge of my own pride of lady lions, be king of the jungle.”

“Lions don’t live in the jungle,” you looked at Dieter, “And male lions are very lazy, it’s the females who do most of the work and keep the pride together. Usually, they get cast out of the pride once they’re too old or useless.” He looked at Blake like this was common knowledge. Before he could get an answer, Dieter continued, “If you were stuck on a deserted island, what three things would you have with you?”

“Why the fuck would I be on a desert island?”

“Oh, you never know, someone might have the sudden desire to maroon you on one.”

He was giving a look that said it would most certainly happen and it certainly soured the cocky attitude in Blake, and he left with a fake bullet wound to his head but feeling like it was a real blow to his brains.

“How do you know so much about lions?”

“My sisters like ruining my childhood by pointing out everything that was wrong with The Lion King. I guess all those facts stayed in my head.”

“Yeah, sisters can do that,” before he could question that statement, you said quietly, “Um, thanks for staying around.”

“Oh, no problem.”

“I felt safer so, thanks,” your voice dropped to a whisper, “I like feeling safe.”

Dieter just mumbled another no worries and left the makeup trailer.

*****

That night, Dieter hugged his lobster plushie close, sadly musing to himself.

“Oh, Mr. Lobster what am I going to do? The most beautiful person in the world has walked into my life and soon she’ll walk out of it. She never mentioned a partner, but she must have someone, she’s that amazing. Although she talked of us being lobsters together, is that a clue?” he looked at the lobsters’ soft eyes which gave no answer, he sighed, “Oh well, I guess it’s just perpetual bachelorhood for us my lobster friend. Yes indeed.”

*****

Roughly one year later…

“Hey Dieter, I found this cute lobster plushie in the spare room,” he popped his head up from the couch to see you holding said plushie, “This is giving me some kind of déjà vu. Didn’t I say that I’d like to be a lobster? A Muppet lobster?”

He tried to disappear into the couch, “I don’t know. Why would I remember such an adorable thing like that?”

“I did because I rewatched Muppets Treasure Island. Wait a minute, did you get this because of me?”

“It wasn’t sexual in any way,” he stood up now in front of you, “I just wanted something cute and soft to cuddle with at night to help me sleep and now I have you.”

“Did it help? With the sleeping?” he nodded, “I’m glad and it’s very sweet and you’re very sweet,” you cuddled close to him, “Should we put it somewhere special?”

“So long as it’s not the bedroom,” you looked at him in question, “Do you want it staring at us while we’re having sex?”

“To the spare room it goes.”

Films/TV referenced: Chicken Run (2000), The Lobster (2015), Muppets Treasure Island (1996), Stranger Things (2016-), The Lion King (1994)

Lovingly tagging @boliv-jenta @simpingcowboy @ellenmunn @o-sacra-virgo-laudes-tibi @brilliantopposite187 @chaithetics @myloveistoolittle @cevans-is-classic @glshmbl

#pedro pascal #jose pedro balmaceda pascal #dieter x honey cakes #love of horror fanfic #love of horror #dieter x reader #dieter bravo #the bubble netflix #the bubble

[ohnono1]

My thoughts on Tales of the Empire Trailer.

So… Tales of the Empire. Where to begin?

First off, the biggest eye catcher was Barriss. Same as the rest of you, I incredibly happy that we finally get to see Barriss after a decade of absence. Especially now that she’s put into the quality of the current Star Wars animation. She’s incredibly perfect/ charming as ever.

Secondly, General Grievous. We can finally see more scenes of how menacing General Grievous can be. Especially that this will be based around the aftermath of the Nightsister’s massacre. The last time we saw this monster was only 3-5 seconds of scene time in the final season of the Clone Wars. I love General Grievous. And I’m ready to see him again.

Now my only problem/worry. Barriss. I hate that she’s brought back, just now… she’ll be serving the Empire. Why? Gods Why?! This was my biggest worry. I hate that she’ll be an inquisitor. And what worries me even more is Vader. This was really bugs me. I’m worried that he’ll kill her. To build her up, only to be killed afterwards scares me. Especially when only 2 months ago that I saw one of my favorite superhero get killed off in such a stupid and disrespectful way. In the game: Suicide Squad: Kill the Justice League, the Squad kills our favorite heroes. One of them being, Batman. But this isn’t just Batman. THIS IS THE ARKHAM BATMAN. The Batman I grew up with! They had set this game in the Arkhamverse. Where it ended on a perfect note on Arkham Knight. Then they brought him back, only to be brainwashed and killed off disrespectfully. This is what I fear for Barriss. Using her as bait material for the show and then killed at the end just to wrap up her story. We wanted a redemption arc goddamn it!

Right now, I’m happy/ anxious about the Tales of the Empire. This has been plaguing my mind since the trailer came out and will most likely continue until May the 4th. Let’s hope she survives and gets a redemption arc in the Ahsoka Show.

What are you guys thoughts?

Sidenote: The show has motivated me to finish the first chapter of my story, Star Wars: War of the Ring. Sorry that it has taken me this long to get the first chapter done. But it’s almost done. I’ll try to put it out sometime this week.

Thank you for listening to my rant.

#barrissoka #barriss offee #tales of the empire #general grievous #star wars #barrisoka

[meganechan05]

Rita's line in Episode 37 makes sense when you connect it to their goal in 38.

The timeline is kinda messy in the 5 Kingdom Reclamation Arc, but it makes sense.

I'll have it in the essay btw but y'know. I'll list off the timeline

Rita rounding up the prisoners in 35 because they escaped

Gorma took the opportunity to switch their personalities so they can become pawns to the Space Bugs.

Rita finds themself unneeded for the time being so they investigate the other countries hence why they were with the others in 36 (Do note that technically they aren't King or Supreme Justice at the time)

Rita is asked to assist Toufu.

Minongan jumps into Gokkan to pitch the idol auditions with Dagded so the Space Bugs can have their own personal pet idol

Rita finds themself used by Kaguragi as a distraction leading to their "What the heck am I doing?" line

They face off against Glordi but is whisked away by Gorma back to Gokkan

They see what is going on with the large venue and auditions.

So an interesting thing about it all is that the Space Bugs were trying to convince Rita that they're only hiding their true self since Rita has always been a mysterious person so the enemy thinks of them as such. Perhaps believe they can also be easily manipulated if they play the right cards to have Rita join their side.

But Rita is unwavering. They were trained for situations like this and played along with it just to investigate.

Being brought back to Gokkan to find what Gorma and Minongan did gave them the reason they needed to take back their country and job much like the other Kings (Sebas temporarily going back to being Romane to buy Himeno time to save her people, Kaguragi using Rita as a distraction to confront Iroki). They're just trying to play the long game while doing so.

#takamina you madlad #kamihori you madlad #kingoh thoughts #kingohger #king ohger #ohsama sentai kingohger #rita kaniska #rita kanisuka #kingohger spoilers #kingoh spoilers #ko38 #kingoh rambles

[dramatic-squirrel]

Daminette December Day 29- Membership

@maribat-calendar-events

Stars lit up the window, creating a view like none other but, more eye catching than any other star, was the sight of Earth, floating there in all of its various hues of blue, green and brown. It was so gorgeous that Ladybug zoned out of the conversation as she thought of how to best depict the colors of Earth in an outfit. 

“-bug. Ladybug!” Superman’s voice finally brought her out of her trance.

She jumped slightly before responding. “Yes! Sorry, what is it?” 

Superman gave a little chuckle because all new timers were like that at first. “We were just saying congratulations on becoming a member of the Justice League.” He expected awe, happiness, maybe even a little shock. What stared back at him was none of those emotions.

“What?” Her head tilted to the side as she tried to understand what was going on. “Why am I being inducted into the Justice League?”

Superman looked at Wonder Woman. This wasn’t something that happened often and he wasn’t sure what to do. Knowing distress when she sees it Wonder Woman stepped in to explain. “Because of your valor, sharp wit, selflessness, and abilities, the core members have decided to offer you membership into the league. Be honored Little Ladybug,” she placed a hand on the young girl’s shoulder. “You’ll stand amongst the greatest warriors of Earth in order to defend it.”

Ladybug stepped away from the duo before trying to ease the tension gathering on her forehead. “I think there’s been a misunderstanding. Did none of you talk to Batman or Robin before deciding this? I thought I made my stance on this very clear to them.”

“They’re dealing with a lot of Rogue problems in Gotham right now, so we excused Batman and his team from any decision making for the time being.” Superman explained. “Why, what’s the issue?”

“I’m not joining the league, now or ever.” This time it was the two of them who were confused. “First of all, I just entered college and the league is a full-time commitment I do not have the energy or time for. And secondly,” she held up her hand when Superman was about to protest. “The miraculouses are not meant to be governed by an external force.”

“What do you mean, Ladybug?” Wonder Woman questioned.

“I mean, that I can’t work under someone, when I have to take responsibility as the guardian of the miraculouses. If I join the JL, there will be the expectation that the Justice League has control over the miraculouses, who wields them, where they are stored and so forth. Not only is that a ridiculous amount of power, all controlled by one group, but you all have no clue how to properly deal with the miraculouses.”

“That's a big assumption on your part, Ladybug. We can give you full autonomy over the miraculouses as that is your duty. Joining the League will give you greater access to resources to help you solve crime.”

She shook her head again. “I’m willing to be allies, but how will the rest of the world react to you gaining such powerful magic? The world needs to understand that if the Justice League is compromised, I can step in to save people. Batman agrees with me on this.”

Superman sighed as Batman once again made his way into another failsafe against the League. “Well, we can’t force you. But I thought you would have been happy, being in the League with your fiance.”

“Please. We see enough of each other already. If I had to fight crime with him too, on a regular basis, I think we’d get sick of each other.” Wonder Woman and Superman shared a look, was she dense or simply too close to see how much Robin actually cared?

#daminette december #daminette December 2022 #maribat #maribat events #not tagging as daminette #because it's not really about their relationship

[ingek73]

Analysis

Prince Harry privacy trial will be uncomfortable for Mail’s publisher

Alexandra Topping

Associated Newspapers had avoided being drawn into the scandal around practices faced by rivals. It will not relish the scrutiny in court

Fri 10 Nov 2023 19.38 CET

It is the moment that senior executives at the Mail have been dreading: on Friday Mr Justice Nicklin ruled that the case brought against their publisher Associated Newspapers by Prince Harry, Elton John, Doreen Lawrence and others can continue.

The Daily Mail and the Mail on Sunday, which had so assiduously avoided being drawn into the scandal around newspaper practices faced by its rivals, will now be scrutinised in the high court and likely face weeks of difficult headlines, regardless of the outcome of the trial.

It is not a prospect that middle England’s newspaper will relish. Harry and co accuse it of bugging homes and cars, “blagging” phone, medical and financial records and breaking into private property. The claims were “preposterous smears”, Associated Newspapers said in October 2022, when the claims were filed.

A spokesperson said the lawsuit “appears to be nothing more than a pre-planned and orchestrated attempt to drag the Mail titles into the phone-hacking scandal concerning articles up to 30 years old”.

“These unsubstantiated and highly defamatory claims – based on no credible evidence – appear to be simply a fishing expedition by claimants and their lawyers, some of whom have already pursued cases elsewhere,” the spokesperson added.

The publisher’s lawyers had called for the entire case to be dismissed, saying it was outside a six-year time limit for legal action. But Nicklin swept that argument away on Friday, saying the claimants had “a real prospect” of showing unlawful acts were concealed and that they had been thrown “off the scent” by the newspaper’s own reporting and public statements.

But it is a partial victory only for Harry and his six co-claimants, who also include David Furnish, Sadie Frost, Liz Hurley and Simon Hughes. They suffered a significant blow when Nicklin ruled that their case could not use leaked copies of internal documents that were confidentially supplied by the Mail to the Leveson inquiry into the media in 2012. It was a “significant victory”, said the Mail’s publisher.

Many media watchers will agree. While the hacking cases that have embroiled Rupert Murdoch’s News UK and the Daily Mirror for the last 15 years dealt largely with the interception of voicemails, the allegations against Associated Newspapers appear to focus on the use of external private investigators.

The claimants argue the documents will come out at trial in due course and this aspect of the ruling is a pyrrhic victory for Associated Newspapers, adding: “If the Mail and the Mail on Sunday have nothing to hide … they should provide us with the ledgers voluntarily now.”

The case is likely to rely, to an extent, on the testimony of witnesses, some of whom already appear to be problematic. The celebrities’ lawyers said the private investigator Gavin Burrows, who both Harry and Lady Lawrence say was commissioned by the Mail to target them, provided evidence to them in 2021. But the court heard he later gave a signed witness statement “denying that he was commissioned or instructed by Associated to carry out any unlawful activity”.

“Mr Burrows has given two flatly contradictory statements to each side in this litigation,” said Nicklin in his judgment, a fact which he said could only be resolved at trial.

Many will ruminate on the implications of the ruling for Paul Dacre, editor of the Daily Mail for a quarter of a century and at the helm when these allegations are said to have taken place. Dacre, who pulled out of the running to be the next chair of the media regulator, Ofcom, in 2021 after concerns were raised about the transparency of the recruitment process, may not be able to avoid being dragged into the case, whether he wants to or not.

One outcome is sure: the legal bill will be eye-wateringly high – costing the Mail publisher as much as £5m if Harry and his co-complainants are successful at trial, according to Philippa Dempster, a privacy lawyer at Freeths. But it is the knock-on effect that is likely to be of greatest concern to Mail executives. News UK has paid hundreds of millions of pounds in costs and damages relating to phone hacking at the News of the World and the Sun: the Mail’s publishers will hope they can avoid a similar fate.

#prince harry #duke of sussex #daily fail #the guardian

[ruthlesslistener]

Lurien headcanons please

I love him so much QwQ

Okay my wrist is killing me so these will be short, but quick Lurien headcanons go!

-He fiddles with things when he's nervous. When calm, he's still, but when the nerves hit then they'll always be moving

-Keeps his fur neatly trimmed at all times, but has ink always flecked on his hands/wrist, and his ruff is always a fluffy disaster bc he pretty much never goes unmasked in public

-Has killed or been directly a part of multiple people's deaths in the past despite his sort of reclusive, mysterious appearence

-Justice isn't his buisness as Watcher, but he takes it very seriously when it lands in his lap

-His gift of foresight is pitifully weak compared to PK's, and is very difficult to control. He gets brief intense visions of what is sure to come, but it could be anything from a murder to a trash bin falling over, and he oftentimes has a hard time distinguishing between what is foresight and what is an anxiety-based dream

-Suffers from frequent chronic migraines from said foresight

-Cuts a very mysterious, imposing, terrifying figure to the populace, yet is in complete denial that it is the case (hes fully aware hes a nerd)

-Drinks a LOT of wine. This might be more alarming if he wasn't a butterfly, aka a bug literally made for drinking plant fluids. When he really needs help then he busts out the vodka

-Deeply respects and adores PK, but is comfortable enough with him now to be dryly sarcastic or argue with him

-Once had a very strong desire to have children, which is still kind of there at the back of his mind but is mostly overwhelmed by his overwhelming fear of very determined toddlers and the concept of being a bad parent

-Primarily a landscape painter, with a very ethereal, textured sort of style meant to convey the feelings and impressions of the land vs photorealistic clarity

-Has a pretty damn good alcohol tolerance for his size, and is more of a bold/angry drunk. He'll be quiet and demure and polite when sober then start swearing and ranting about his problems when drunk, bc his anxiety goes out the window

-His voice is naturally deep and whispery, but will pitch up to a sharp bark when mad and a raspy sort of shriek when afraid. Butterflies are sterotyped as having silvery voices, but Lurien's ability to sound elegant and pretty is uh...not there. This has NOTHING to do with him being trans btw, he's just a quiet guy by nature and any voice cracks are due to genuine strain

-He has a petty side! Its deeply buried and hard to rouse, but when its brought to light then its a slow-burning anger that'll never go out. Ex: his feud with the Soul Master

-Has developed a near-immunity to Hornet's venom after he was designated her favorite chew toy as a baby. It eventually got so bad that Herrah started bringing antivenom everytime she thought she'd meet with him

-Dissociation is a huge problem with him; he feels more like a ghost or duty made incarnate than a bug

-He doesn't feel the effects of time bc he's one of PK's favored mortals, so illness and natural body conditions are luckily not much of a problem, but his response to sickness/breeding season (which might as well be a form of illness with the preheat exhaustion, headaches, and cramps) is to basically burrow himself in his bedsheets and then miserably try to wait it out. Trying to pry him out of his misery cocoon is a hell of an ordeal, and can only be done if the carer has honey tea or some other form of sugary food

-Sometimes gets a craving for blood. Hates it.

-Likes to be the big spoon in any sleeping arrangement :) he's soft and warm and touchstarved too its perfect

-'Queer Victorian scholar' would be an apt description for him really

-His fuzz isn't especially messy, but sometimes he'll leave a sort of feathery dust about his dwelling areas, and it drives him insane. That he knows its just his own residue doesn't make it any better

#Hollow knight #Lurien the watcher #Lurien the dreamer #Hollow knight headcanons #Anon #Reply

[rielzero]

Marvel's Midnight Suns Deserved Better

I finally finished my second playthrough of this game, with all the dlc. On stream, and after a disaster dumpster fire of the game and stream obs lagging as hell, I just want to jot down all my thoughts.

Marvel's midnight suns is a perfect example of the modern gaming scene and why it's failing so many gamers.

The core concept of this game, the story, voice acting and gameplay are great and fun- but it has so many fucking problems.

From being visually buggy as hell- to optimization issues in the final fight- characters having soulless faces and textures going missing at random.. To the DLC and the price tag.

If you buy legendary edition, for 99,- (season pass, plus all the extra cosmetics) I'd say its not worth it.

The dlc add 4 characters, one of which has a bugged steam trophy- It adds extra story missions (which are fun, but they don't add much more than there was) and some more cosmetics for those characters.

Out of every dlc character, Storm felt the least developed. Storm has a similar problem to Steve in this game- in which their personalities are not really shining, and reduced to a singular character trait they have. The voice acting not being the problem- but the writing. While I can remember Venom's story, Deadpool's banter, and Morbius' emo shit making me laugh and tear up like hell- Storm really deserved better. All I can recall is saving the morlocks and doing one final mission were she happened to also be.

Steve is ''Mr leadership man''- Storm is ''hold your emotions in'' Lady.

Villains and dialogue- all the little things in the cinematics. It was great. You really care for Wanda- You worry about Hunter and their horrible family dynamics. You're concerned for Tony and the avengers when the Hulk gets caught- You mourn with the midnight suns when Wanda screams ''You will never hurt me again''

Corny superhero banter (which i love, but sometimes repetitive mid-battle lines get old.), cute evil devil doggo. Very sexy mephisto. Magik is frigging awesome. Blade x Captain marvel- Epic frigging final moves- and cool fighting animations. This game has so much going for it.

Sometimes dialogue will not match the subtitles, I assumed at first this is because you have a female / male voice actor depending on the bodytype you pick- so the dialogue must be different yes? But no- even all the other heroes have mis-matching subtitles to different dialogue lines. It's minor things usually- Like a word or sentence being said very differently than how its written.

But its essentially a cashgrab with texture bugs, deadpan doll expressions- visual glitches (enemies not disappearing after they're slain sometimes), copypasta idle animations and bodytypes- the further you go in the game, the more there seem to be of these little things. First they're funny- then it gets a little too distracting.

This game had all the building blocks of a great game, but it comes with the typical dlc problem too- and just doesn't deliver. It feels very empty promises eventually. It drops a nice typical after credits cutscene that teases Dr Doom and a potential sequel. And I wonder if there's even going to be one at all. Or an expansion instead.

I love each and every character brought into this game. (except for Steve and Storm, they just weren't done much justice.) This game made me like Captain marvel while otherwise I dislike how she is portrayed personality wise in other media.

The final mission should've felt like the most epic conclusion- and by how laggy and sparkly it is it feels like it just explodes in your face with what its been build up towards. A child and mother reunite- but they meet an open end. All after defeating the longest- laggiest- spammiest battle.

It's quirky, it's silly. It's got all the feelings. It has cool things in it and yet it feels very cheap. It should've been cheaper. But its still treated as a finished product. It did not feel finished. Even if I loved and enjoyed this game to the end.

My stream recording literally contains frozen visuals while the audio is in tact. I can't even. Sure my pc isn't the best but this is beyond absurd.

Voice acting 9/10 Majority of characters are great- everyone has a fitting voice. Some lines could've been better. Characters will banter and sometimes have unique dialogue for certain team combinations but not much.

Writing 7/10 A bit corny and predictable at times, but enjoyable nonetheless. Flawed stories tend to be easier to absorb and follow- Superhero stories follow such recipe. Wish they added pronouns- To save on voice line costs they made hunter standardly nonbinary regardless of bodytype- so Hunter only has ''they/them'' pronouns. Isn't referred to as son/daughter, only child and gender neutral terms. This is completely fine, but I personally like to be able to customize my character more. This game offers no romance- but hints that Wanda may have a crush on the player character. You can't tell her you're not interested but you can joke that you're a couple with one dialogue option.. (I tend to make my PCs gay because I am a gay dude myself.) The lore they used for this game was really intriguing. Chthon and Atum have some more appearances in the comics from what I can remember, so learning about The Blood and the Old gods mythology in particular in the game's universe did make me really like the backstory they gave the PC. Caretaker x Agatha lesbian witch moms. The hunter has three mothers canonically if you don't think too hard- but both Caretaker and Lilith are horrible people lol. Wanda is definitely the best character in this game, if not for the rest of the midnight suns- (Nico, Robbie, Blade and Magik are AWESOME) The avengers are here too, but they don't outshine the rest. Oh- and spider-man gets kind of adopted into both groups.

Gameplay Loop 6/10 Combat! It's fun and challenging sometimes but gets eventually and quickly repetitive. At some point you'll get more and more copypasta enemies with just different textures slapped on and similar animations. The DLC enemies are not worth it and don't offer much more. The dracula boss fights were the most interesting and felt a little rewarding once dealt with. Exploring the abbey with stale walking / running animation does not feel smooth. Crafting potions or items doesn't feel like it adds much sometimes. I've not used items often in my gameplay. The chests make me wonder if at some point they wanted to put more micro transactions in this game.

Pricetag 2/10 Honestly- Get it on sale. Big sale. Legendary edition is not worth it. DLC does not add much to the core gameplay unless you really want those character interactions and dialogue. The side missions are fine story wise, but they aren't attached to the main campaign. Deadpool and Eddie have the most additional dialogue during abbey time and other interactions- Morbius has unique dialogue during a very few main story quests- and Storm just has the least. They slipped in the morbin' time meme.. I just.. PFFF its time to morb everyone- 20 bucks worth at least. If not less.

TLDR Game funny, characters great, fun but very repetitive, very buggy, not worth 99 euros- 20 maybe, stop making dlc with texture swap enemies please. I love deadpool. Great design but very unpolished in places.

#midnight suns #marvel midnight suns #marvel #video game #review #my thoughts #final thoughts #its not worth the pricetag #its worth the experience #good gameplay #questionable dlc practices #get it on sale #dont bother with legendary edition the cosmetics arent worth it #finished not perfect #polish it please #yet still feels unfinished #it sequel baits but do people even know if its getting one? #funny banter and silly superheroes #theres no romance its all about friendship