#there was a hazmat scare

[deer-time]

oooh i can feel the writers sweating trying so so hard to make lucifer likeable. they're so scared the viewer might not like him because he signed off on the massacre of dozens of souls so they made him hashtag soooo qUiRkY and put him near some rubber ducks. you can see their thought process in real time, it's fascinating if it didn't suck to watch.

#hazmat livewatch #theyre so scared at the chance that the audience might not like skinny white boy in a suit number 23545 #so theyre putting out all the stops to make sure he's endearing

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Danny had no idea what a meta was, but appearently he had something called a meta-gene. One would think a mutation that can cause people to manifest superpowers from lab accidents would explain his disastrous career as a superhero, but they would be wrong. Dannys meta gene was never activated and the whole ghost fiasco was just eldrich shenanigans at its finest.

No, Danny's meta gene activated just two weeks ago on his fifteenth birthday where he was celebrating at Sam's place with Tucker. They had gotten into one of thier usual fights about food and Danny just did not want to deal with it and went into another room.

Sams cat didn't love him per say but it usually didn't hate him either. Today was not his lucky day. The kitty scratched him and wouldn't you know? His meta gene wasn't activated by an interdimentional portal opening up on top of him, it wasn't activated by the numerous energy blasts he had been hit with nor the various electric shocks.

No, it was activated by a freaking cat scratch.

He stared at himself in the mirror, glowing green eyes with slit pupils stared back at him. His kitty ears were folded back to show his shock and displeasure over the situation but it was still rather obvious what they were. The tail wagging slowly behind him was the same snowy white as his hair and ears.

He looked like Phantom. He looked like Phanton as Fenton. Ancients. There was no way he was going to be able to hide this. Transforming brought about no change other than the hazmat suit. He was so screwed. He couldn't go home like this.

Breathing heavily and on the verge of a panic attack he called Jazz once, twice, three times, but she didn't pick up. Danny knew he couldn't stay in the human world, it was too dangerous.

But if he wasn't there to protect the ghosts than it would be too dangerous for them to stay too. He knew for a fact Dani was staying with Dora while she taught her how to read and write so he had pretty much no qualms about destroying the portals and outing Vlad through a pre-made video of him transforming and boasting about his crimes to Phantom, courtesy of Tucker and him filming it all.

He felt bad about ditching his friends one last time, and at his own birthday party no less! But he knew if he tried to say goodbye they would guilt him into staying and it would end horribly so he left a note explaining what happened and bounced.

Destroying the portals hadn't taken much time or effort nor did destroying over 20 years of research between the three. It was exploring the Ghost Zone that was giving him problems. He was always warned by Wulf not to open portals in the Ghost Zone unless you were very experienced cause if you screw up theres no telling when or where you will land. He thought back to Wulfs lessons and tried to conjure the image of lush wildlife and abundant food.

The place he ended up portaling to had neither of those things. In fact if felt like the opposite when he landed in a grimey alleyway in the dark of night.

A spotlight was pointed toward the sky, painting the clouds above in a yellow light holding a stylized image of a bat in the center. Danny wondered what that was about for only a minute before he heard the tell tale whoosh sound of someone landing in the alley behind him.

Dannys new instincts reacted before the logical part of his brain took hold causing him to whirl around with his ears flattened to his head and he hissed so furiously that the man with the red helmet (mask?) back up several paces while cursing furiously. The man also mentioned something about a "Pit" but Danny wasn't paying attention, he was scared out of his mind and bolted down the alleyways and out of sight before phasing into a dilapidated building and hiding under some rubble.

Later, Red Hood told Nightwing about the Lazarus Pit catboy demon and described it as nightmarish as possible before adding that it was kinda twinkish. He also added "for the love of God dickwing, don't let demon brat adopt that thing"

In Damians defence, he found Danny asleep next to Alfred the cat in Batcows barn and just decided he was thier new cat. In other news hes far more concerned with hiding Danny From Catwoman than from father.

#dp x dc #fanfiction prompts #prompts #danny phantom #danny fenton #batman #robin #damian wayne #can be dead serious #dead serious #ot it was supposed to be #something went wrong and now damian is adopting a catboy #like father like son i guess #danny has sharp little fangs and hes not afraid to flash them in threat #kitty instincts

[thevirgincherry]

WASTE ME !

ft. leon s. kennedy x gn!reader

tags. rape, non-con to dubious consent, reader has low self esteem so they think the rape is deserved, dead dove, vendetta leon, implied age gap, virginity loss, kind of stockholm cuz they end up liking leon, guilt, p in v

a/n. please don’t read if this is triggering it’s quite literally just non-con and reader saying they like it bc they’re lonely !!

two / three

You haven’t been out of the house in a while. Not quite unusual, but you’re sure it’s been an extended amount of time since you did anything more than stepping outside to collect a delivery. It’s late and there’s nothing sweet to eat. Excluding the bloomed chocolate stored all the way in the back of your fridge on the shelf that’s icky in ways you choose to ignore. You don’t want to clean that shit up. Gotta seek out a hazmat suit first.

Delivery is always an option, but you’ve wasted so much money on those fucking service fees, it’s a total joke. So you put on your brave face and head out. The October wind chills you to the bone, makes you ache like your entire body needs to be thawed the second it hits you. Put in the microwave a few times. Left to defrost. You regret not putting on those cutesy mittens, got nervous the old corner store owner would find you childish and left them behind in the heat of the moment. Now you’ve got fucking frostbite, you silly bitch.

With your heart in your throat, ready to slip out at a moment’s notice if you do as little as open your mouth, you step inside the dimly lit store. The bell jingles, you’re welcomed by a damp smell that makes you retch silently, the buzz of the refrigerators slowly drives you mad as you make your way through the aisles. Anything will do at this point. You grab the first pack of sugar-coated gummies, and pop it down on the counter. You’ve only got a note, hoping he’d break it, but the cashier unhelpfully drops an extensive amount of change into your small palm, leaving you fumbling.

Keeping the plastic packet between your teeth, you try your best to shove the change into the pocket of your puffy jacket. Of course, everyone is against you at all times, so a coin falls to the ground with a metallic clink. And you’re gonna chase after it when it rolls away. Duh. You don’t have a single penny to waste. Not with all those utility bills. Not with all your bad online shopping habits.

You’re crouched down on the ground, tucked into a nook the streetlights don’t see, feeling around with both your hands. Like how Velma looks for her stupid fuckin’ dork glasses. You feel him before you see him. Smell the sourness of whatever he’s been drinking. Like a fucking keg party, Jesus. His hands are warm on your hips, grabbing them like nobody’s business. You’re scared for sure. Scared shitless in fact. You almost pissed your pants when he crept up behind you like that, like he’s some beast from a creature feature.

Although, you suppose, no one’s ever held you this way. Held you like they want you. Lucky he can’t see your face. You’re certain he’d be the one kicking up a fuss, stumbling out of the alley like you’re the one that tried to rape him. Understandable. You’re a sexually repulsive rat. No one's ever wanted to bang you. Like ever. Once again, totally understandable. You’re not exactly what anyone would call pretty, average even. Dog-face is closer to what you are, face like a pound of slapped ass. Shouldn’t be allowed in public. A guy once told you he’d only hit if you put a bag over your head first. You were willing too, but he was messing with you.

Anyway, back to this guy, he’s got a firm grip on you. It should be totally horrifying, but you’re leaning back into him, and wondering if he’s handsome or not. Probably not. Handsome guys don’t feel the need to shove their dicks in ugly holes. It’s too dark to see his face. You feel prickly stubble on your cheeks when he grabs your face, forces you to kiss him. You don’t know how to kiss him so it’s likely clumsier than he anticipated. You taste the whiskey on his lips, and suck on his tongue when it slips past your parted pucker. Shit. So this is what it’s like. Makes your gut stir, panties sticking to your core with each passing second.

Doesn’t seem as tense as he previously was. Maybe he expected you to put up a fight, but he got lucky. Hit the rape victim jackpot actually. ‘Cause you’re willing to take any dick you can. Most cockhungry virgin in all the world. Other than the dizzying scent of alcohol, nothing else about him is inherently nasty, the nails that dig into your jaw seem to be trimmed well. His hair is better kept than yours ever is when you squint through the darkness at his looming figure. Huh. Hot guys really do fuck ugly bitches. Less pressure maybe. An ugly bitch like you wouldn’t complain one bit, not about his dick, not about how he’s roughing you up, how he smells, none of it. You’ll take whatever venereal disease he’s got just to know what it’s like. To be wanted. To be fucked.

“I’m sorry,” he says, he sounds earnest, you forgive him. He’s taking your virginity, something that’s way overdue, of course you forgive him. Especially with that voice. Gosh. Sounds like warm honey. He pulls your sweats over your hips, presses his hard cock into your ass cheek. Strange and fleshy. Firm and soft all at once.

He takes you like an animal. Stray dog mounting his bitch in a back alley. Sounds about right. It hurts like hell, you’ve never been able to force your fingers particularly deep. Too short, always missing the mark. He exceeds it. You’re pretty sure he’s bruising your cervix, the pace he builds is fast, then he runs out of breath and it’s slow. Sloppy. Lots of ragged breathing. You put a hand over your mouth, weep into your palm, nose running as this stranger fucks up your insides. Fat cock splitting you open on the ground. This is how it was always going to go, ugly bitches like you don’t get laid, they get raped. Reserved for filthy fucking. Sex and foreplay and all that shit is for pretty girls. You’re far from it.

“Jesus,” he hisses when you squeeze around him, when you jolt in pain, hips backing up into him. He runs a finger along your jagged spine, leaves you covered in goosebumps. “I’m sorry.” He says it again, and you know he means it. “I’m so sorry.”

You’re crying like a baby, your chest aches and your knees are scraped. It’s okay, you’d like to tell him, but a hiccup bubbles up in your throat. It feels good. Really. You like it. You’d let him do it again and again. You want to be needed. Want to be the subject of someone’s desires.

He finishes in three minutes flat. You don’t complain when his seed sticks to your ass, trickles down your thighs all sticky. You’re just glad you made him cum. You feel accomplished. Can tick it off your bucket list. He’s trembling more than you are when he stands up, offers his warm hand, refuses to look you in the eyes as you struggle to dress yourself. Feels like you got pins and needles. Hoisting your joggers up, you grab his wrist before he walks away.

You were right. He’s cute. Super cute. Facial hair is a little scraggly but who are you to judge? He’s older than you by a fair amount. Pretty eyes, low brows, dimpled chin. Looks like he should be in a movie with that face. Shoot your shot. Come on. “Hey, could I get your number?”

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x you #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy smut #leon kennedy imagine #tw noncon

[bet-on-me-13]

So, you know how there are a bunch of Fics where one of the Robins comes back as a ghost when they die? Most of the time it’s Jason, sometimes Tim, and Dick and Damian once in a blue moon

But has there ever been a Ghost Cass AU?

Cass dies while on Patrol, maybe is was a villainous plot, maybe it was a random goon getting a lucky shot, maybe she was killed by somebody she trusted...maybe...

Whatever way she died, Cass ends up as a Ghost.

I can see 2 different paths this could take, depending on where she reforms:

PATH 1: Cass Reforms where she died

Cass is reformed where she died, probably very soon afterwards or a few hours later. The Batfamily have not had time to get over their Grief, they only just retrieved her Body an hour ago and need to go back to the crime scene to investigate.

And once they get there, they see what looks like Cass’s Orphan costume but colored differently, just sitting there in a daze. She just became a ghost, only a few hours after her death due to her exposure to the Lazarus Pits, and it was Jarring. Not to mention the Pure Ectoplasm she is made of is reacting weirdly to the corrupted Ectoplasm that is in Jason, making her anxious.

Meanwhile [Insert Batfam member] and Jason are confused, scared, and paranoid. [Batfam member] remembers reading a few articles in passing while researching Lazarus Pits. They were about the Ectoplasmic Entities made from Lazarus Water called Ghosts, how they are imprints of a human consciousness after an emotional death. They are also completely malevolent and non-sentient.

[Batfam Member] doesn’t hope to believe that this is Cass, all the research says that this is a pile of goop pretending to be her. Of course this makes them mad, not only is this thing wearing their sisters face, it will also probably hurt people when it gets strong enough using said face. It feels like an insult. And Cass can’t even defend herself to them, since she lost whatever was left of her ability to speak when she became a Ghost, and she is too dazed and weak to do Sign Language.

[Batfam Member] explains what they know about Ghosts to Jason, how this isn’t Cass at all, just an imprint of her memories. They say this right in front of her, which scares her since they don’t seem to consider her a person anymore, just a thing using Cass’s face

Back when they first read up on Ectoplasmic Entities, he made sure to get a small Ecto-Infused Knife for everyone in the Family in case they ever encountered one.

They bring it out, but before they can do anything, the Ghost of Cass recognizes it and runs away. 

Jason is mad that [Batfam Member] instantly went for the knife, or didn’t think to look for any second opinions.

Cass runs to the Batcave, but she gets there as [Batfam Member] is explaining what Ghosts are on the big screen to everybody else. She also sees her own body, laying on a table in the center of the room. She starts to believe that [Batfam Member] is right, that she can’t be the real Cass, just a reflection. And she can’t stay here, the others are bound the believe [Batfam Member] over her now

She runs away, not even revealing herself to her family.

She runs and runs and runs for hours upon hours, non stop, across state lines, until she reaches a place where her instincts were telling her to go. It feels like the air is clear, like she has more energy. She has made it to Amity Park.

From there you can go in any direction you want.

PATH 2: Cass Reforms in the Zone

Cass reforms in a random place in the Zone, in a color swapped version of her Orphan costume. She wakes up to see a sky of green and ground of purple, completely alone, no one around her.

She wanders for a bit, but a run-in with a Monster forces her to run. As it chases her, she finds that she can fly, but so can it.

As she is running, a blast comes from above her and blasts the monster away. She looks up to see a guy with Green-Blue Skin, pointy ears, and white hair, in a Black Hazmat Suit, floating above her.

He introduces himself as Phantom, and explains that she must be a Ghost. She can’t respond because she lost the last of her ability to speak, but thankfully he knows Sign Language

She can’t remember how she died, but she remembers most of the rest of her life. She takes off her mask, and you can see that she looks like normal Cass with Green Skin, white Hair, and the pointy ears. Also small fangs cause I think those are cool.

Danny helps her around, teaches her about the Zone, introduces his living friends, all that. She even meets a cute clone named Ellie, but that’s besides the point. Eventually, after a few weeks of traveling the Zone and learning about her new abilities, she asks if she can go see her family. Danny agrees, but says that first he should teach her how to shapeshift so she can look human enough to go to the living world.

Which is how Danny and Cass learn that Cass is a Halfa (due to her exposure to the Lazarus Pits). While she is thinking of her human form, a ring of gold energy surrounds her and she suddenly has a heartbeat again. She’s also extremely hungry cause Ghosts don’t need to eat, but Halfa’s do (even if it is significantly less)

By the time she goes to see her Family, they are not as high strung or paranoid as they would have been directly after her death, so they are more willing to listen to reason. Also with Danny there (and maybe ellie), he can explain what she can’t.

But now they don’t know what to do, they still haven't figured out who killed Cass, all they know is that she was definitely killed, it wasn’t an accident.

What comes Next? I also don’t know, I need suggestions!

#dp x dc #dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp #danny phantom #dc #dcu #dcau oc #cassandra cain #cass #bat family #batfam #batfamily #jason todd #dead cass #dead cassandra cain #ghost cassandra cain #halfa cassandra cain #halfa cass #cass x dani #cass x ellie #but just one line #i ship them ok #i love cass #she's adorable #wayne family adventures #mute cassandra cain #mute cass #lazarus pits are corrupted ectoplasm #dani phantom

[illya-roma]

DP X DC PROMPT- (Fic that I'd totally probably might write)

Jason had learned from being a Robin to being Red Hood to expect a lot of things, from fighting the deranged to expecting the unexpected like daina (WONDER WOMAN!) being mind controlled.

But he never expected this.

He usually doesn't come here to begin, not after- after it happened, but he does each time whenever the pits wants to remind hims of what he could have lost. (What he lost, how it hurt hurt hurt. How HE hurt them. He knows that even if they forgive him, they'll never trust him again. The pit laughs from behind)

But tonight, in front of him sat someone?something? what appears to be a teenager from 14 to 16, with red hair that flickers similar to a flame and skin too pale and ears too pointy.

But it?she? sat on one of the headstone with her eyes glazed, too deep in her own thoughts.

A series of bubbles cut her off. She proceeded to put the baby (that seemed completely human) on her shoulder and allowed him to burb. Then cocooned him in blankets and hummed him to sleep.

Right now, he isn't red hood (or Robin). And his gun may not affect her, that is if the child belongs to someone else. (Did the parents give them to her? Or is she related? Have any alarms of a breakout occur that a meta? experiments? escape?).

(He sounds like Bruce.)

"A penny for your thoughts?"

The girl had her eyes on the child, with a small sad smile and flickers of flaming hair. "Just..."

"Just wondering what my grave would have looked like."

He sucked a breath.

"That ones yours...right?"

The girl (child ghost holy fuck!) nodded her head to his own grave. "Y-yeah...it's mine."

"It's beautiful... And well cleaned...They must've cared a lot, mister Jason."

He never thought about that. A well taken grave describes a caring family wouldn't it? (They do care! How is it still clean though?)

"Yeah...but uh...um...What's up with the..the baby?" Is the baby alive?

"Oh...Noone will take care of my baby boy... So.. I had to come back..."

She pushed back a few strands of black hair with tender eyes and the lightest touch. As if he where the most fragile crystle.

Jason could see himself in the child. All loved to the point his own mother would give up everything just for him. Except it was Bruce, it was Bruce that took him in and loved him. Standing beside his bed during nightmares when he cried and taking away the monsters. Sitting with Alfred, cooking together and exchanging stories.

(His family loved him. His family loves him.)

"Would you like to fly with me?"

Robin made me magic

He keeps wiping his face while she put the baby in a safer position. "We can have a brawl for fun after I put little Danny in his bed a-" she stopped mid scentence when looking at him

He sputtered. " Is something wrong?"

With fear in her eyes she floated, creating distance between both of them. She shaked her head in disbelief.

"You...you died..."

He took a step farther, not wanting to scare them away.

"But..b-but your... nononono why do you look like that?!"

He wanted to ask like what, but she disappeared before his eyes. (Did she know he wasn't safe? That he hurt his family?)

...

Beep

"Hey Jaylad, is the pit be-

"B-Bruce"

"Jason, what's wrong? Are yo- what happend?"

"I'm sorry, I'm s-so sorry, I'm sorry! Dad I'm sor-"

"I'm coming, hang in there."

"Little Wing what's wrong?"

"Todd, who hurt you? Who should I kill?"

"Jason, back ups close. Breath with me, alright!"

(His family loves him)

(The pits were silenced)

_______________________________________

In an alternative universe the Fenton are still driving around and setting up traps, unfortunately Jazz is the one who removes them and got caught.

Since jazz is the one that doesn't wear hazmats and dany is still a baby (she makes sure is far from their experiments with ectoplasm), she becomes a ghost who decides that she doesn't want Danny to get hurt and takes him somewhere near a lot of ectoplasm.

Gotham: sweet baby girl, little baby harley.

Let the drama begin.

Chapter 2

#dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dc x dp crossover #dc x dp #dp crossover #dp x dc prompt #dpxdc #dp x dc fanfic #dc x dp au #jazz was a child but sees herself as a teenager #not and adult like the not dependaple adults around her #and not a child tgat she needs help for #but is still a psychiatrist girl #angst #fluff #? #dp au #dp x dc au

[kawaiikenna]

Another fic of mine! It was inspired by some comments on another fic. Here’s the link for the ao3 posting. Support it on there if you’d like. -w-

Danny had been summoned to many, many different places. Creepy warehouses with cloaked hooded cultists chanting? Yep. The produce area of an abandoned supermarket? Check. Several girls’ slumber parties ages ranging from 12 to 25? Been there, done that. Hell, he’s even been summoned by a group of boys for no other reason than one of them had to prove that his sister wasn’t lying when she said that they had summoned the Ghost King at her last slumber party. Yeah, that was fun. No, not really.

But a daycare? Or at least somewhere he thought was a daycare? Now that was someplace Danny had never thought he’d be summoned to. But there he was. Plopped into a group of maybe 10-15 kids. Not fully eldritch but enough for other ‘normal’ humans to become extremely unsettled or flat out scared. Horns spiraled out from the sides of his head, limbs too long and skinny to be considered human, his hands held spindly long fingers tipped with icy claws, his eyes were normal if not for the black sclera instead of white. He was wearing his normal black and white hazmat suit with a fur lined cloak hanging heavy on his shoulders. Danny said nothing as he stared, flabbergasted, at the small, young boy crying on the ground. He had a really bad skinned knee that was bleeding a fair amount. It apparently was enough blood to trigger the summoning circle.

There were several other children around the room. All of them had frozen and stared either at the boy, or, blatantly, at Danny. He was too tired to deal with this. He had other shit to do rather than babysit random ass kids that inadvertently summoned him. So Danny bent down and took a look at the kid’s knee. He was as gentle as possible.

“Hey buddy.” Danny says softly. “That looks like it hurts. Would it be ok if I fixed it for you?”

The kid didn’t say anything, more just nodded but Danny wasn’t sure if he could even hear him. So Danny pulled out his emergency first aid kit and went about cleaning and bandaging the boy’s knee.

“What’s your name?” Danny asks gently as he disinfects the bloody wound.

“James.” A soft whisper answers.

“Well you’re very brave James.” He responds.

There isn’t anymore conversation after that, but the atmosphere was more relaxed now that Danny had demonstrated that he wasn’t a threat. By the time he had finished the other kids were surrounding them. They all looked incredibly curious. A few of the braver ones had asked questions while Danny had been doing. He thought that even if he usually didn’t deal well with kids, he did a pretty damn good job.

Danny made to stand up but instead was tackled back to the ground by a tiny body. He looked over his shoulder to find a little girl clinging to his cloak with all her might. She beams brightly up at him.

“Are you here to play with us?” She asks.

“Uhh, no?” Danny answered, confusion lacing his words.

Apparently that was the wrong thing to say because now there was another child pouncing on his back and two more holding onto each of his arms. All at once they tried to talk. Some in complaining tones, others in curiosity.

“Noo! You should stay and play!”

“Yeah! You have to stay and play ‘cause that’s the rules!”

“Yeah! That’s the rules!”

“How come you have a cape?”

“Do you like hide and seek?”

“Why’s your hair white? Does that mean you’re old?”

“If you’re old does that mean you can’t play hide and seek?”

“No! I don’t like hide and seek!”

“Yeah! He should come draw with us instead!”

“How come you have horns?”

“Are you dressed up for Halloween?”

“Halloween isn’t for a long time stupid!”

“Hey!”

Danny’s head was starting to spin. He hadn’t eaten since that morning. The ghosts had decided to make his life a living hell and attack him every ten minutes. Now with this, this was the icing on the cake. Summonings had become somewhat more of an often occurrence. Not by much but enough that it still messed up his day. But you know what? Today is a day to just roll with the punches. So Danny did play hide and seek. He also did some drawings. He even let some of the kids try on his cloak. He even gave some of the older kids flights around the room. Danny had sent a text to the group chat somewhat explaining the situation before focusing again on entertaining the tiny children.

When he asked about an adult that was in charge; he got the answer of mommy and daddy are dead or they weren’t coming back. So he assumed that this was kind of like an orphanage. One where older kids took care of the youngers and everyone watched each other’s backs. That really didn’t sit right with Danny but there really wasn’t anything he could do for them.

So instead he entertained them and played with them. He didn’t know how long they played together, but it was long enough to where the majority of the kids were falling asleep. So he gathered up the youngest ones and had a cuddle pile. His cloak became their blanket. Some of the older kids joined them as well.

They had finally gotten the last little one to sleep when Batman kicked the door down. Danny managed to snag the door before it hit the floor. Green energy enveloping it as he set it down carefully. The hero marched into the room, closely followed by a young woman dressed in what looked like one of those ‘sexy magician’ Halloween costumes he had seen before. Now, if Danny hadn’t been so tired he would have been embarrassed by his reaction. But since he was half mad from sleep deprivation, and maybe a little hunger, considering how long he had gone without an actual proper meal, there were no such feelings. So instead of calmly telling them to be quiet as to not wake up the other kids and that he would explain later. He threatened the pair.

“If either of you end up waking up even one of the kids I will personally make it my mission to make you’re lives extremely difficult.” Danny hisses dangerously, eyes flaring protectively.

The three year old cuddled into his left side stirred slightly. Hazel eyes blinking blearily up at him. Immediately calling Danny’s attention to the little boy. “Shh, shh, go back to sleep Sammy.”

A content purr sounding from the halfa. The little boy, Sammy, did as told and went back to sleep. Danny goes back to glaring at the two adults. He hisses softly when the magician lady takes a step forward. A warning to the back the hell up. Surprisingly she does exactly that and Danny stops hissing. Though his eyes were still narrowed in suspicion.

Batman opens his mouth, probably to demand answers and information, but Danny cuts him short with a warning growl. “I don’t care if you have questions or want to know why or how I got here. I’m waaay to friggin tired to give you any kind of satisfactory answer. So just let me sleep.” A large yawn escapes him. “If you guys want to stay until nap time is over then be my guest.”

Danny then closes his eyes and focused on the children cuddling closest to him. Miranda curls more into his chest, face halfway pressed to his collarbone, and hums sleepily. Adam wakes himself up a bit with a sudden loud snore but settles right back into Danny’s right side, his head resting on the older’s shoulder. Sarah is still situated between his legs with her head lolled in Miranda’s lap. Suzie has her back firmly pressed to the outside of Danny’s left thigh. Sammy’s feet are just barely touching the top of her head. Danny let’s himself relax and bask in the kids’ sleepy emotions. Just before he falls off into sleep he cracks open an eye.

Batman and the magician lady are talking in hushed whispers in the opposite corner of his not so little cuddle puddle. He probably could have listened in on their conversation with his enhanced hearing. Nah, that would take too much effort. So instead he just drops off. This is something future Danny will have to deal with. Current Danny just wants to take a damn nap.

#danny phantom #dp x dc #danny fenton #dc #dp #dc comics #dc x dp #batman #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #summonings #summoning circle #summoning #eldritch ghost king danny #ghost king danny #let the boy sleep #he just wants a nap

[armyofpsychictrashcans]

I feel like I highly underestimated how dumb humans are and how smart Aabria Iyengar is

My dumbass really thought that it'd be impossible to describe things or concepts in such a way that would only work in an animal framework, and not immediately be like oh yeah that's just [insert thing]

Because Aabria found a fucking genius way of communicating and describing things in such a way that truly translates the absolute mystery and scariness of the world in the eyes of an animal. Like truly feeling the core of scared humility that's at the heart of an animal just trying to survive and understand the world.

Because yeah there is a reason we have words for everything, and that there's always a way to present a concept in a way that it seems alien to you, even if it's something you encounter every day.

Which is really fucking hard mind you, so I'm just really impressed that she made me confused about wtf a hazmat suit is

#aabria iyengar #d20 #dnd #dimension twenty #dimension 20 burrows end #why is she such an amazing dm #stop it #youre making me look bad #absolutely gushing over this #language is important actually #and so is writing #god i love fiction #dimension 20 #burrow's end

[persephonewritessometimes]

Hive Mind / hotch x reader [pollen fic]

Summary: When you and Hotch are tracking down an unsub, you go into a locked room with strange looking plants. Will the effects change you and your boss's relationship for good?

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x AFAB Reader

Word Count: 4850 (i got carried away)

Warnings: SMUT (literally this is straight-up filthy!); unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it guys); biting; aphrodisiac; squirting; oral (f receiving); reader has a crush on hotch; admitting of feelings; cream pie; descriptions of cum; reader scratches up Hotch's back

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Key: y/n = your name

This work is meant for readers aged 18 and over. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

-Y/N’s POV-

“Okay everyone, we don’t know how much this guy has devolved so be very careful. Morgan, and Rossi, take the left side of the house. Prentiss and Reid, take the right side of the house. Y/N and I will go in. Got it?” Hotch says, staring each of us down as we nod in agreement. I follow Hotch closely, protecting his back as he knocks on the door. “FBI, OPEN UP!” There’s no answer and he kicks the door in, quick to raise his gun up. We fall into the unspoken rhythm like always – we make a good team even if Hotch is reluctant to admit it. He signals at the shut door, and I nod. He kicks it open, and we carefully make our way inside what used to be a bedroom. It’s dark in here, the bed pushed into the corner and several tables lining the room and in the center. There are plants all over them and the room is hazy with what I would assume to be their pollen.

         “What the hell is this?” I murmur, and then promptly trip over my boot. “Shit!” I catch myself with one of the tables, shaking the plants on it and they spew even more pollen into the air.

         “Y/N! Are you okay?” Hotch doesn’t let his guard down but makes his way over to me.

         I’m coughing as I say, “Yeah I’m fine, these plants are making me uneasy though.”

         “Me too, let’s get out of here.” We make our way out of the room and up the stairs. We hear shuffling to our left, and Hotch has busted open the door before our unsub can even think of getting away.

         “Dean Moors, you’re under arrest,” Hotch says, reading him his Miranda rights. The unsub is looking us both over curiously.

         “You went in the locked room, didn’t you?” He says, chuckling, and Hotch and I exchange a look. “Oh, you definitely did. Well, all the luck to you both.”

         “What were those plants?” I ask, now curious and a little scared that Hotch and I just got poisoned.

         “You’ll find out soon enough.”

         “That’s enough from you, Mr. Moors,” Hotch says, hauling the man up as I radio in that we caught him.

         “Oh, and don’t go in the room with the plants. We don’t know what it is, can we get a hazmat team out here to test it?” I add at the end.

         “Let me guess, you guys went in the plant room?” Morgan asks, chuckling as we make our way out of the house with the unsub.

         “Don’t get too close to us, Morgan. Until we know what it is we’re quarantining in the hotel. Tell the rest of the team.” I blink a few times. Quarantining? Alone with Hotch? I look at Morgan with wide eyes, panicking. Pretty much everyone knew of my little crush on our boss, Morgan always teased me the most.

         “Now you can make your move, baby girl!” He whispers, grinning.

         “Right, while we’re quarantining because we’ve been exposed to an unidentified plant. Very sexy circumstances indeed.” I hiss at him, a few feet away due to Hotch’s orders.

“Hey, you gotta make the most of the situation! And I’m pretty sure he has a crush on you too, so why not go for it?”

         “Y/N!” Hotch shouts, “Get away from Morgan and get in the car!”

         “Yeah, he definitely likes me,” I say, scowling at Morgan before getting in the car with Hotch. Just as we’re leaving, the hazmat team pulls up to the site. Hotch stops them, giving them his number so that when they find out what it is they can call us. The drive back to the hotel and short and quiet. Hotch and I had been sharing a room already due to a shortage of available rooms, so I flopped down on the chaise as we just kind of twiddled our thumbs.

         “How long do you think it’s going to take them to figure out what it is?” I finally ask. I feel warm, my cheeks flushed, and I fan myself.

         “Probably an hour or so. Are you okay, you look warm?”

         “Yeah, feels like I’m running a fever.”

         “Let me see.” He comes over and places the back of his hand against my forehead. His touch cools me down for a second and I shut my eyes. “Yeah, you’re definitely running a fever. Let me get you some water and a cool washcloth.” He disappears into the bathroom, and I can hear the water running for a couple of seconds before he returns. “Here.” He hands me the glass and the washcloth, and I thank him, wiping down my sweaty face. He’s watching me closely, and I notice his cheeks are pink too. I’m about to ask him something, I’m not sure what, I just want to hear the timbre of his voice again, when his phone rings. He picks it up immediately.

-Hotch’s POV-

         “Aaron Hotchner,” I say into the phone.

         “Mr. Hotchner this is Doctor Diaz with the hazmat team. There’s good news and bad news.”

         “What’s the good news?”

         “We know what it is.”

         “Okay, and the bad news?”

         “Things are about to get really hard for you. That plant is a very potent aphrodisiac from the Amazon. It’s rare and very strong. There’s no cure, you both just have to get it out of your system.”

         “Get it out of our system?” I mutter slowly, gears turning as I turn to look at Y/N. She’s shrugged off her dress shirt, just in her tank top now and her chest is flushed. Her pupils are blown and she’s watching my every move like a hawk. My dick twitches in my pants. “How long will it last?”

         “It’s hard to tell, there’s not a lot of research on it.”

         “Got it, will you let my team know?”

         “Of course, sir. Good luck.” The doctor hangs up the phone and I swallow hard.

         “I don’t feel too good,” Y/N says, sounding out of breath. I look over at her again and she’s breathing hard, almost on the verge of panting.

         “Y/N, I need you to listen to me very carefully. That plant is an aphrodisiac.” She blinks a few times before it clicks in her lust-filled mind.

         “Oh. Oh.”

         “So, I either need to leave right now and find somewhere else to be as it wears off, or we try to get through this together.”

         “Why would you need to leave?”

         “If we start down that path, I won’t be able to stop, and neither will you. Not until the drug is out of our system. Do you understand what I’m saying?” I’m speaking very slowly and she’s not even meeting my gaze, just staring at my lips before subconsciously licking her own. I hold back a groan.

-Y/N’s POV-

         He’s so pretty. He’s saying something but I’m not quite sure what it means. My body feels like a live wire, humming with electricity. My stomach is cramping now, and he slowly walks over to me and cups my face in his hands, and I moan softly. I feel him stiffen.

         “Y/N, look at me.” His voice is insistent, and I can’t ignore it. I look up into his face and can see that he’s flushed, his pupils blown as he looks into my eyes. “I’m not doing anything without your consent, do you understand? If I stay in this room, are you okay with anything that might happen?” I nod, not trusting myself to speak. We stare at each other for a few minutes before he tries to take a step away, hands falling from my face. I immediately feel worse when he stops touching me and I frantically grab for his hands.

         “Don’t stop touching me, please. It hurts when you don’t.” I can feel him trying to restrain himself, his fists are clenched underneath my hands and he’s breathing hard. I look up at him and whisper, “You can let go, it’s okay. I want you to.” And with that, any last restraint he had broke loose and he’s on me like a cat on a mouse. His lips are crowding against my own and I gasp at the force. He takes that as an opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth and I automatically submit to him. He’s rough but slow, letting me get adjusted to him kissing me, but it’s not enough. I nip at his bottom lip, and he straight-up growls, picking me up with ease and placing me on the bed.

I’m littering his neck with hickeys as I’m pulling off my tank top as soon as my back hits the sheets, and when we break apart he’s pulling his shirt off faster than I’ve ever seen anyone undress before. I’m trying to wiggle out of my pants, but get frustrated and stuck with the position I’m in. “Help me please.” I whimper, and he doesn’t have to be asked twice. He practically rips my pants off my body and does the same to his own, leaving his underwear on for now. He’s watching me closely, and I squirm under his scrutinizing gaze. He runs a finger down my thigh and calf, and my leg twitches in anticipation. He grins at me, and there’s nothing human in it, just pure desire. “Don’t tease me.”

“Oh, I don’t plan on it. I’m just admiring the view.” I suddenly feel shy, and I avert my gaze. He tsks, grabbing my chin. “Keep your eyes on me, pretty girl.” I nod and nearly jump out of my skin when I feel his hand lightly trace my hip. My legs fall open on their own accord. “Aw, is this all for me baby?” He says, thumbing over the wet patch on my panties. I’m embarrassingly wet, I’ve never been this slick in my life and I’m not sure if it’s the aphrodisiac or Aaron’s undivided attention on me. I keen as he thumbs it again, teasing me by pushing his thumb in a little bit to my entrance. “Can I taste you?” He asks, voice low.

“Please.” I can barely get the word out, too filled with attraction and nerves. He slowly slides my panties down my legs and hooks my legs over his shoulders.

“You can squeeze the hell out of my face, or pull my hair, I’m not stopping until I’m satisfied.” He says, locking his eyes with me as he doesn’t give me time to respond before licking a stripe up my pussy. My hand flies down to his hair like a reflex and I can feel him chuckle against my folds. The slight friction makes my hips jump up, and he slides an arm around my waist to keep me flat on the bed. He’s relentless, alternating between tonguing my entrance before flicking back to my clit. It feels like heaven, but I need more.

         “More, please, more,” I whine, and I feel a finger prodding at my entrance. He looks up to ask permission but I’m all but grinding on his face. “HOTCH PLEASE!” I finally shout, frustrated. He slides a finger in and curls it, hitting the soft spot inside me that has my thighs clenching around his head and heels digging into his back. He slips another finger in, curling it in tandem before finger fucking me quickly and without remorse. It’s intense with both his fingers in me and his tongue on me and I can feel my orgasm quickly approaching. I already know it’s going to shatter me apart, my senses heightened by the drug. “Hotch,” I gasp, “I’m close.” He doubles down and I feel a third finger resting at my entrance. I look down and he’s watching me for approval, ever the gentleman even though my cunt is soaking his face. I nod frantically and the third finger slides in. All it takes is a few pumps and my orgasm peaks. I shriek, thighs clenching around his head as he works me through it, my stomach heaving, vision blacking out for a few seconds. The cramps in my stomach subside for a few seconds and my thighs relax, twitching softly in the aftermath. When I come back to reality, I can feel Hotch’s fingers rubbing soft circles into my thigh. When he notices I’m coherent he says,

         “I’m trying to be nice but if I’m not inside you soon I think my head is going to explode.” He tries to say it as a joke, but I can tell he’s one hundred percent serious by the strain in his voice.

         “I’m ready,” I gasp, releasing my hands from his hair. He shucks his underwear off and I gasp. “Oh shit.” He definitely has the biggest dick I’ve ever seen, and it’s throbbing and weeping from lack of attention.

         “I’ll try to go slow.”

         “What if I don’t want you to?” I ask.

         “Don’t tempt me, Y/N.” He unhooks my bra and flings it somewhere in the room before settling in over me. My stomach starts to cramp again, and I wince. “I know, I know, I’m sorry.” He murmurs, tucking a stray hair behind my ear. He shifts and his cock nudges at my entrance and we both groan at that. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispers, before leaning in to kiss me. I’m distracted by the feeling of his lips on mine that I’m taken by surprise when he starts to slide into me. There’s no resistance, and he breaks away, panting, as he rests his forehead on mine. We both look down at where he’s entering me, and I whimper at the sight. He’s moving painstakingly slow, and I dig my nails into his shoulder.

         “Please just fuck me,” I whine, and he locks eyes with me when he finally slides home. It’s a tight fit and I can tell by the way that he’s shaking he’s trying to give me time to adjust to him. The stretch is pleasant and soon I’m egging him on. The first thrust breaks apart my world and remolds it. He starts off slow and measured, but soon, we’re both just chasing our highs and he’s fucking me without regard as to if I might break in half. I orgasm unexpectedly and I rake my nails down his back as he fucks me through it.

         “You came so hard you almost pushed me right out of you,” he says breathlessly with a ghost of a smile on his face. He resumes his frantic pace, now chasing his own high and I’m sated for a few minutes by my own that I don’t mind. He’s getting close, I can tell by the random hitches in his pace and his breathing. “Where - ”

         “Inside me please,” I whisper.

         “You’re going to be the death of me, Y/N.” He whispers kissing me hard his hips stutter and stop and I feel him release inside of me. He’s panting softly and I run my hands up his back softly and into his hair. We’ve both been granted a moment of clarity from the aphrodisiac’s effects. He shifts and we both pause.

         “Are you?”

         “I’m still hard.” He laughs in shock and amusement.

         “Oh, we’re gonna be at this forever.” I groan, rubbing my face, already feeling my body heat up again. I have about two minutes before the cramp starts again. “I’m gonna be sore as fuck tomorrow.”

         “You’re welcome.” He says smugly and I smack his shoulder. My stomach twists.

         “Okay, we gotta keep going my cramps are coming back.”

         “Cramps?”

         “Yeah, they go away after I…finish, but they’re coming back again. Maybe that’s how we gauge if the drug is done or not?”

         “Got it, I’m gonna pull out for a second.” He says, shifting to move.

         “Hotch if you pull out, I swear to god I’m going to smother you in your sleep.”

         “Okay, okay!” He leans back, still inside of me. He picks one leg up and puts it over his shoulder and I whimper at the shift in angle. I can feel him in my stomach. I look down and can see the faint protrusion of his cock inside of me in my abdomen. I trail my fingers over the small bulge, breath hitching. I look up at him and his eyes are dark as he regards my naked form. He thrusts shallowly and I nod, I’m ready for another round. We devolve into our own base instincts, each chasing our own highs.

“Bite me when you finish.” I gasp out and he just nods. The new angle is overwhelming, but in a good way, and I scream as I shatter for the third time, squirting on his cock and abdomen.

         “FUCK!” He shouts, hips stuttering again as he finishes inside of me before his teeth clamp down hard on my shoulder. I’m breathing hard as he kisses my ankle softly before taking it off his shoulder. “Have you done that before?” It takes me a few minutes to answer, my mind a little scattered.

         “Once before, by myself. Sorry.”

         “Why are you apologizing? That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” I cover my face with my hands, embarrassed. “Hey, no, don’t be embarrassed.” He pries my hands away from my face. “Don’t be embarrassed by your body, okay? I think we’re way past that point.” I laugh at that, agreeing. “Okay, I actually have to pull out now, it’s so slick in here that I can’t think straight with you wrapped around me.” I sigh but nod, and he pulls out quickly, a flood of cum following and leaking from me.

         “I feel empty,” I whisper, and he slips his fingers inside me.

         “I’m sorry, baby, the sensations are just a little overwhelming.” He called me baby.

         “I know. I blacked out at my last orgasm.” He’s lazily sucking hickeys into my skin and I’m too far gone to ask him to leave them where the team won’t see them. After a few minutes my hand flies down to my abdomen – cramps, again. “Oh, Jesus.”

         “Round three?”

         “Round three.” He flips onto my stomach with ease, caressing my lower back and he slides into me again.

-Meanwhile, right outside-

“Should we uh…stop them?” Morgan asks awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. The whole team averts their gazes as they hear a not-so-muffled “FUCK, HOTCH! DON’T STOP!”

         “Do you want to get in the middle of that?” Emily asks, smirking.

         “Not in a million years,” Morgan says.

         “Well, I guess we’ll just, uh, leave them to it.” Rossi chuckles.

         “Should someone guard the door? You know, keep people out of the vicinity?” JJ asks, barely holding back a laugh.

         “I think the whole damn hotel knows what's going on at this point,” Morgan mutters. Just then, a cleaning lady quickly walks by eyes widening and pace quickening when she hears the commotion coming from the room. As soon as she’s gone, the whole team starts laughing at their predicament.

         “The doctor said it’ll wear off in a couple of hours. Come on, I saw a bar just down the street. I think we all could use a drink.” Rossi says.

-Back inside the room-

         I’m panting, thoroughly spent, and Hotch lays down next to me, breathing hard. I rest a hand on his chest, the skin-to-skin contact soothing the fire that rages inside of me.

         “How are you feeling?”

         “Spent. Exhausted. Not quite here. Still some cramping but nothing like earlier.”

         “Good.”

         “This is gonna sound weird, but I think I can ask you anything now. Will you just, like, lay down on top of me?” I look at him and he furrows his eyebrows in confusion. “I feel like I’m floaty, kind of detached from my body. I just need help grounding myself.” At that, he nods, and I take my hand off his chest so he can roll over on top of me.

         “You want my whole-body weight?”

         “Yes, please.” He lowers his body down on mine and with the pressure I feel like I can finally breathe again, my mind coming back to me slowly, but surely. We lay like that for a couple of minutes, his head in the crook of my shoulder. My breathing slows and the cramps are subsiding as he rests on top of me.

         “Are your cramps gone?” He asks, head still on my shoulder.

         “Yeah, I think we might be in the clear. How many rounds was that?”

         “I think sixteen.” My body stiffens.

         “WHAT?”

         “It’s not my fault you’re insatiable!”

         “Shut up! You’re the one who broke down the door to the sex drug room, so I don’t want to hear it!”

         “Okay, you got me there. But who tripped and shook a table full of plants.”

         “Okay, okay, we’re both at fault! Let’s leave it at that.” I feel him chuckle, and say, “I feel better, I’m gonna go clean up.” He rolls off of me, and I get up slowly on shaking legs. I can feel our combined releases running down my leg and I hurriedly make my way to the bathroom. I shut the door and grip the counter staring myself down in the mirror. “Y/N, get your shit together. Nothing changes after this.” I whisper to myself. I get a washcloth and clean myself up, taking time to pee.

         “Hey, I saw a bar down the street. Do you want to get a drink?”

         “That sounds amazing, actually.” I flush the toilet and wash my hands. I open the door, not embarrassed of my nakedness as I give myself a once over in the mirror. I’m covered in hickeys, bruises, and a few bite marks, my pupils are still blown, eyes half-lidded.

         “We look like a mess,” Hotch says, stepping into the bathroom. I glance at him and see I left my fair share of hickeys as well, and then I catch a glimpse of his back.

         “Oh, Hotch, I am so sorry. I scratched your back up so bad.” There were dozens of red, raised scratch marks, and broken skin in a few spots. “Hold on, let me get my first aid kit.”

         “Y/N, it’s fine.”

         “No, it’s not! The least I can do is disinfect them and put ointment on them.”

         “Seriously, it’s fine.” I came back into the bathroom and see him craning his neck to look at his back. He whistles and says, “Damn, you did a hell of a good job!”

         I flush crimson and say, “Shut up and let me look at your back.” I wipe down the spots where I broke the skin with an alcohol pad, dab antibiotic ointment on them, and put a few bandages on. “Okay, you’re all set.”

         “Are you good?” A loaded question.

         “Well besides my whole body hurting, particularly my left shoulder, I think I’m fine.”

         “Let me see.” He pushes my hair out of the way to look at my shoulder, and he chuckles.

         “What? What is it?”

         “I…uh, bit you too hard it seems. My canines broke your skin.”

         “No way!” I gasp. I can’t see it because it’s on the back of my shoulder and at an awkward angle. “Damn, that’s so hardcore. My fault though, I asked you to do it.”

         “Yeah, I know.” He cleans the puncture wounds and puts a band-aid over each of them. “I saw a bar a few blocks down when we came into town.”

         “Hopefully they didn’t hear us,” I mutter. “Hotch, I’m mortified.” I cover my face with my hands.

         “Hey, no. It’s okay. We had no way of knowing what that pollen would do. Now we laugh it off and try to move on.”

         “Move on? Hotch that was the most mind-blowing sex I’ve ever had in my entire life. You’ve ruined me for other men, I’m going to have to be celibate now!” Apparently, there must be a little bit of the aphrodisiac still working if I’m this loose-lipped. “Wait, no, that came out wrong. I don’t know why I said that. Ignore that. Y/N shut the fuck up!” I grumble.

         “Y/N, can I be honest with you?”

         “Well, I’m apparently being very honest with you, so go right ahead.”

         “I’ve wanted to do that for a very long time.” My brain short circuits as I process what he’s saying.

         “Wait, what?! And you never thought to ask before we get dusted with a freaking sex drug???” I screech and he laughs.

         “It’s not my fault your oblivious! Sometimes I wonder how you’re a damn good profiler when you can’t see what’s happening right in front of your face.” He fires back, and I get sheepish before saying,

         “So, you like me?”

         “I think that’s pretty obvious.” He says, looking me up and down.

         “Don’t look at me like that or we’re going to have sex again,” I mutter.

         “So, you like me too?” He asks, raising his eyebrows, and holding back a smile.

         “Have you been paying attention at all? I wasn’t exactly an unwilling participant in this. Sometimes it was just me talking, not the sex drug.” I look at the ground, embarrassed again. He lifts my chin up with his pointer finger and says gently,

         “Hey, don’t be embarrassed. I’m not embarrassed. You shouldn’t be either, okay? And for the record, you’ve ruined other women for me as well. I want you – you and only you.” He searches my eyes and I smile up at him.

         “Okay,” I say plainly.

         “Okay?”

         “So, what does that make us, fuck-buddies or…”

         “I was hoping girlfriend.” I suck in a breath and nod quickly not trusting myself to speak and he smiles before leaning in and kissing my bruised lips. “Now come on, we need a drink.”

         “We look like we’ve been attacked,” I say, grinning.

         “Well, I hope you brought a turtleneck.”

         “It’s June. In Georgia. You know damn well I didn’t bring a turtleneck.” I say, smacking his shoulder lightly.

         We were both still running a fever from the drug, so he opts for shorts and a t-shirt, most of the marks I left on him covered save for several hickeys on his neck. I settle on a tank top and shorts; even though I definitely look worse for wear. My bite mark bandages are on full display, finger-shaped bruises on my inner thighs, and a trail of hickeys starting at the top of my neck that disappears into my shirt. Hotch smirks when he sees me.

         “Admiring your handiwork?”

         “Yes, I am.” He says smugly, offering me his hand as we walk to the bar together.

-

         “Oh shit, the team is here. Do you think they heard us?”

         “Y/N, I think everyone in the tri-state area heard us.” He said, kissing the top of my head. We make our way over to them and I hear Morgan ask,

         “How many rounds do you think they’re at now?” Morgan asks, chuckling, already a few drinks in.

         “I think that’s an inappropriate question considering the circumstances,” I say stiffly from behind the team.

         “Oh shit,” Morgan says, turning around. “Y/N. Hotch. It’s so great to see you two alive.”

         “Ha ha, very funny.” I know I look like I’ve been hit by a train.

         “Y/N, uh! Hey! You want a drink?” Emily asks and I watch as her eyes flit over me, widening when she sees all the marks Hotch has left.

         “That would be perfect.” She gets up and goes to the bartender, and Hotch and I take a seat on the bench on one side of the table. It’s very quiet and awkward. “Oh, and Morgan, to answer your question, sixteen rounds.” Morgan’s eyes grow wide as dish plates and the whole table is howling. Em comes back with my drink and beer for a Hotch and the awkwardness is forgotten as we finally fall into easy conversation. The peace is broken by Spencer, who asks,

         “Y/N, why do you have two bandages on your shoulder?” He’s twirling a straw in his hands, brows furrowed.

         “Well, someone, may have bitten my shoulder too hard and broken the skin,” I say, grinning, and Reid coughs in surprise.

         “Well, someone, scratched the ever-living shit out of my back and broke the skin, so I think we’re even, sweetheart.” He says, smiling.

         “Ugh, get a room you too!” Rossi exclaims.

         “They already did!” JJ exclaims and we all laugh at that. Twenty minutes later and I’m yawning into my drink, the activities of the day now catching up with me.

         “Okay, guys, I’ve gotta get my girlfriend to bed, so we’re taking off,” Hotch says, finishing his drink and setting it down. It’s dead silent at the table before Em says,

         “Okay, everyone who bet they wouldn’t get together after that, pay up.” Everyone groans save for Reid, who probably calculated the odds and bet in our favor. We laugh and bid them goodnight, leaving Emily and Reid to count their newfound riches.

#hotch x y/n #hotch x reader #hotch #hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #criminal minds fanfiction #aaron hotchner #criminal minds

[batpham-discord-highlights]

The Lazarus Pits Stink - Literally

source: #ghosts-and-bats

S

The idea of Ra's wanting to see if he can control Danny by sticking him in a pit, only for Danny to fight tooth and nail just because it smells terrible is a funny concept that won't leave my mind

EN

like a cat with a bath, only instead of a bath it’s just like. a tub of mud

I

he gets dunked in and flies straight out of the water hissing "UGH! GROSSS"

G

"Oh you're gonna dunk be in green goop? That's fine- WHAT THE FCK IS THAT IT IS RANCID-"

I

"This is going to take ages to wash out!"

EN

it’s like. he goes from not fighting at all to kicking and screaming and biting after he gets in smelling distance of the pit

S

Danny, with a horrified face: oh, I am not going in there

(Ra's thinks he's managed to scare him but really Danny's just trying not to gag/lose his lunch)

G

It'd be so funny if he just plugs his nose and asked if they dumped sewage into it

EN

“Why is it decomposing! how old is this!”

HG

Danny: how about I put you in a swimming pool that's not had a filter for 50+ years instead

CoF

Danny when he sniffs Ra's and smells centuries of ghost zone sewage

EN

“Whose corpse are you bathing in?!?”

CoF

He's putting Jason into a cleansing bath the moment he gets his hands on one

Essential oils and everything

S

Danny: there are not enough tomatoes on the planet to wash that off of anything.

CoF

Danny pulling on a different hazmat suit and handing anyone who's been near the pit with a pair of comically large tweezers

He got a gas mask on

G

The crazy thing is it feels correct in the bayman level of crazy

S

Danny: we are on 24hr quarantine bitch

Jason: (groans)

G

I do like the idea of Jason just having gross ecto contamination

CoF

It's okay bc Danny likes Jason and will decontaminate him 🤗

Ra’s and the league?? No

EN

damian, jason, cass, and everyone else just like. wakes up in a completely white room. danny is in a adjacent room looking in through the glass “decontamination starts now idiots”

S

Even funnier if only ghosts can smell it to the extent Danny does. Like, yeah, the pits smell putrid, but Jason's been not stinky to human noses for a while. Danny thinks he smells like death, and not in the "you're a little like me" way.

HG

What if Jason can smell it a little and has been trying for however long to wash it off but can't

EN

fbfhfahzfjdg jason having a whole “you’re…like me?” moment while danny is just gagging and coughing and holding his nose

EN

finally, we figured out why he came back angry /j

S

Jason: that's what made me smelly?????

Damian, grumpy: so it would seem

A

Skulker: alright, which cesspool has this one been bathing in? Nigeria? The Arctic? Atlanta?

Skulker: Nah, definitely Tibet. After the summer of '59 I'd recognize that stench anywhere

S

Danny: what was the summer of 59?

Skulker: none of your business

Danny: if I came back from the dead smelling like hot dog shit in an on-fire trash can, I'd be pissed too.

Jason: was the visual really necessary?

Danny: yes

HG

Jason: no, you're right it was

#ghosts and bats channel #danny phantom #batman #danny fenton #dc x dp #jason todd #damian wayne #cassandra cain #skulker #lazarus pits

[deuynndoodles]

[id: a colored, digital 2-page comic featuring the main trio from danny phantom.

"you know you dont have to go in, right?" says tucker. "sam's just being an ass." in the background, sam tenses. danny is resting his hand on the portal. "it's so cool," he says. "but i'm not... i don't know."

tucker pauses, a sad look on his face. "how about we just go play video games?" he proposes. "like we came to do." danny replies, "sounds good."

sam is indignant. "i'll do it." sam slips into the hazmat suit. she tugs the boots on and zips it up.

she pauses, looking almost scared, gazing up at the gaping maw of the portal. end id]

thank u to @dpauzine for hosting such a fun project! it was really awesome to try and push myself and see everyone else do the same. [see the whole zine here!]

#doodles #danny phantom #dp #sam manson #danny fenton #tucker foley

[eldritch-spouse]

https://www.tumblr.com/eldritch-spouse/713889609736699904/thinking-about-an-au-where-you-can-buy-santi-as-a

I feed him by giving him permission to fuck my friends or people I happen to like if they so desire, but I somehow never end up fucking him myself for whatever reason. If I notice him trying to exert influence out comes the hazmat suit.

[Bold of you to assume you can put the hazmat suit on fast enough.]

Remember that Santi's first resort will be begging. He has absolutely no issue degrading himself and saying the filthiest thing if it gets him even just a hand to rut against.

The incubus will beg at the foot of your bed, layering kisses on your bare leg as he whines that he just wants to feel your thighs around his cock, that he'd take anything you deigned to give him. What are you so scared of, love?

If you bought him, why don't you fuck him?

He's so happy you got him out of that shithole, he owes so much to you, why do you shy away from him and his body when all Santi wants is to use it for your pleasure? You could be lying on your sheets right now, boneless, pleasure rippling from the top of your head to your toes, with not a care in this world...

And yet, it's as if he disgusts you.

But that's not the case, is it now? So how much longer will you make him pull at his own horns?

#Santi oc

[gummybearstastelikesadness]

Alrighty pals, bear with me on this one, it’s 2am and I’m running on 3? monster energy drinks.

Danny’s stuck as Phantom for an indiscernible amount of time and needs to hide as a human. His human disguise includes dyeing his hair any colour other than impossibly white, dark coloured contacts for the glowing eyes, and what amounts to daylight rave makeup to hide the glowing and otherly features. He also ditches the hazmat suit completely if possible for normal clothing, otherwise turtlenecks and layers for the Ghost Boy.

The most difficult thing to hide though is that he doesn’t bleed red he bleeds neon green. This is where things get funky, Danny as a ghost is immune to human poisons. So to hide the blatantly obvious not human colour he dyes his ectoplasm.

To achieve anywhere near a convincing red a 130lbs/59kg individual would need to add at minimum 32.5lbs/15kg of a red dye to their body to even change the colour. Meaning Danny’s “blood” would be around 20%-25% dye. (I used a fabric dyeing guide for colour changing clothes, to get an actual number. Along with both solid and liquid calculations.)

Make this a crossover (example DC Batman) have Danny be on the run stuck in “No Metas Allowed” Gotham. His disguise works, except he catches the Batfam’s eye and they start trying to interact and “help” him. Danny emotionally hurt and scared refuses to tell any of them anything and when he has too he lies, fake name, fake address, fake age, etc.

They get attached to the kid that reminds them of all the Robins in one and the whole family wants him to take him in, one major problem they have no idea who he is legally. No prints, facial ID, or matching appearance in any system and none of them had gotten a DNA sample yet to check that.

Danny eventually gets hurt and ends up bleeding, one of the bats patch him up and get a sample of his blood to check. They get to the cave and try to test it and it’s not blood. It’s mostly an unknown acid and fabric dye?

The bats panic because their newest civilian adoption target is made up of what appears to be the contents of a crafters cleaning closet and still functioning.

Danny eventually trusts them and tells them about the half ghost stuff. They help him transform back in to Fenton (via magic, science, therapy, IDK) but before actually transforming back he goes intangible and a 32.5lbs/15kg goo pile of red dye hits the floor.

(Update it is now 6 am I’ve had a coffee and 2 cups of black tea and am now thinking about how much easier it would be for Danny to use thinned red paint, it’s lot cheaper and easier to get 520oz of it.)

#danny phantom #dp #danny fenton #dp prompt #dp crossover #dp x dc #dc x dp #batfam #Danny staring at the local Michaels craft store fabric dye aisle: this will make a good blood substitute #Literally every one else: NO! #Danny Fenton making unadvisable decisions since 2004

[seas-storyarchive]

AN: I don't like Sam. I tried to tag this accordingly.

Au where Sam took it too far.

When Danny didn't want to go into the ghost portal, wearing a hazmat suit when going into the basement and trying/failing to get Sam to wear one - Tucker wasn't there, he was helping his parents clean out the attic.

Anyway, Sam got annoyed with his hesitance, and shoved him in. The glass of his helmet broke when he hit the floor, causing it to cut his face, his hand hitting the on button and shocking him with a TON of electricity.

Sam, being a teenager and wanting to avoid trouble, rushed out of the basement as soon as the she saw the portal turn on. Danny then dragged himself out of the portal, burned and scarred, weak.. he could barely make out his parents rushing down into the basement, barely heard them screaming his name.. darkness took him.

When he woke up, he told his parents and the doctors and nurses everything. His parents, while looking at a few charges themselves, were allowed to pursue charges againt Sam and her family (who insisted that Sam did nothing wrong, who believed Sam when she - for once - told them Danny was lying).

Tucker believed Danny, moreso because of what he saw on the security camera footage. Because yeah, he wouldn't want to get in trouble, but seeing how Sam left Danny to drag himself out of the portal.. it really made him mad.

This accident was a wakeup call for Maddie and Jack. Sure, having Fenton Works as their home was more convenient, but it was dangerous. Life threatening. They almost lost Danny - he was going to have those scars and burns for a while, luckily and by a miracle he didn't lose his vision.

Maddie and Jack talked to each other as well as Jazz and Danny. Would they be okay with moving? What about if Jack and Maddie found more stable jobs?

Jazz was more hesitant about it, thinking it was a set of trick questions. Danny said he loved the idea, because now he was scared of the basement.

They sold Fenton Works to a pair of men in white suits, who seemed very interested in it. And they moved to a residence closer to Casper High. The men even offering to recommend Jack and Maddie for jobs as scientists at GIW HQ.

Maddie and Jack discuss it, and Maddie takes the offer with Jack staying home to take care of the kids. Maddie gets weekends off, paid vacations, medical care for the whole family.

Jack takes to learning cooking like a fish to water, his dishes rapidly improve. He also cleans and does other household things. Mainly because he had all that time.

Jazz is thriving. Danny is happy.

Sam isn't. Her parents now have to vet all of her friends, she's not allowed to have any contact with Danny. Her parents even get her to transfer schools, all while paying the charges to the Fenton family.

#sam manson slander #anti sam manson au #anti sam manson #danny phantom au #danny phantom #dp au

[dismissivedestroyer]

Dexter against the thieves dkngkdsjgdn, that is SO funny to me

I'm just imagining the NG ending for Hollow Sorrows now, but instead of Fat Thief saying he got scared by the giant spider, it's that him and Thin Thief "got chased around by a crazy guy in a hazmat suit with a knife"

Also

TT: ...It wasn't a hazmat suit.

FT: It wasn't? But it was yellow and had a big zipper!

And then the two argue over whether Dexter's exterminator outfit qualifies as a hazmat suit until Candy Dealer tells them to can it

FIRST OF ALL, YES. At the beginning of the episode, after Dex scares the thieves shitless and Lila kicks them out, she's all like

L: Dexter, how many times have i told you to not stab people!

D: I wasn't gonna actually stab them!...Not mortally, anyway.

L: How did you even get in?!

D: Oh, that's easy! I just snapped a window lock open, I was way too worried when I saw those guys get into your house :D

And he's like so genuinely happy and wanting to help that Lila just immediately gives up the scolding.

Also, do you think the cult would know of Dexter and his "issues", and be interested in him since they seem to take a liking in having serial killers, arsonists and all kinds of criminals on their side? Since in the Canon timeline they knew Dexter was stuck in the doll but decided not having him around was gonna be easier since he wasn't part of the cult anyway so they just left him there to rot?

#spooky month #spooky month dexter #dexter erotoph #sm dexter #dexter doll #sm lila #spooky month lila #sm thieves #sm fat thief #spooky month thieves #spooky month fat thief #sm thin thieve #spooky month thin thief

[toffee-rambles]

SDV Green Rain Dialogue Compilation

I haven't seen anything like this yet, despite how intriguing this event is, so I pulled all the related dialogue lines from the game files! There's three types of dialogue: one for the first year, one for the day after, and one for the following years.

This is quite long and major spoilers, so it's under the cut. All villagers, listed alphabetically, as well as a vague note on where they spend the day (which is lacking in some parts because I didn't get to see everyone on my run, feel free to confirm/correct any locations)

Abigail [Home?] "GreenRain": "I want to go exploring, but I can tell my Mom is kind of worried. I don't want to add to her stress.", "GreenRainFinished": "And just like that, everything's back to normal. It's like magic!$h", "GreenRain_2": "Have you seen all the crazy trees around town? Everything looks so different… I feel like we're in a fairy world.",

Alex [Home] "GreenRain": "What's going on out there? Any action?#$e#I gotta stay here with my grandparents…$s", "GreenRain_2": "I tried to go for a run this morning, but the plants have gone crazy! I couldn't get very far…",

Caroline [Home?] "GreenRain": "I've never seen green rain before… It must not be too dangerous if you made it here!", "GreenRain_2": "Ah, the special rain is back! This year, I'm going to make the most of it!#$e#This calls for a cup of green tea!$h",

Clint [Saloon] "GreenRain": "It's situations like this where a person's true character is put to the test.#$e#I'll keep Em… I mean, I'll keep everyone safe from the toxic rain!", "GreenRainFinished": "Well that was a dud. And here I thought it was finally my chance to be a hero. Oh well… Back to the grindstone.", "GreenRain_2": "I feel bad admitting it, but sometimes I wish there was a real disaster, not just some dumb green rain.#$b#Something to shake everything up, you know?#$b#Not that I want people to get hurt…#$b#I just want to feel alive… To feel like I have a purpose…",

Demetrius [Outside, in a hazmat suit] "GreenRain": "Don't mind me, @. I'm just collecting some samples. This may be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!$7#$e#Erm… If you see my wife, can you tell her I'm okay?$7", "GreenRain_2": "The rain appears to be harmless, so I'm taking less precaution this year.",

Dwarf "GreenRain": "I can't see the color green very well.#$b#I guess it's part of living underground for so long.",

Elliot [Saloon] "GreenRain": "Let's not get in a tizzy, now… Gus! I propose a round of drinks to settle the nerves!%noturn", "GreenRain_2": "Ah, yet another unique day in the valley. Stimulating, to say the least!",

Emily [Saloon] "GreenRain": "There must be a meaning behind this… Nature is trying to tell us something.$3#$e#What, though? I can't tell… It's hard to read. I feel a strong presence, though…$3", "GreenRain_2": "Can you feel it? The forest is singing! The trees are dancing with joy!",

Evelyn [Home] "GreenRain": "George, dear… Is this the end? It's been a good life, but I'd like to see Alex find his way before departing…$s%noturn", "GreenRainFinished": "Oh, my dear… I'm so glad everything ended up okay. And my flowers look healthier than ever!", "GreenRain_2": "The flowers seem to love this rain…",

George [Home] "GreenRain": "There, there, honey… Don't you worry.%noturn#$b#Even if it is poisonous, I breathed in more noxious gas in one minute back in the ol' coal mines… And I'm still kickin'!", "GreenRain_2": "Looks like the young folks will have to do some extra weeding after this one…Heheh…$h",

Gus [Saloon] "GreenRain": "I saw the weather report last night. It really gave me a scare!$s#$e#Are there monsters out there? What's happening?", "GreenRainFinished": "I'm glad that's over. Running the saloon is enough to worry about, I don't need exotic weather in my life!", "GreenRain_2": "sniff… These rains have a particular smell. Have you noticed? Almost like freshly minced herbs…",

Haley [Saloon] "GreenRain": "I don't think I've ever set foot in this place. It's actually kind of cozy!$h#$e#Oh, I'm not worried about the rain. I'm sure it'll pass.", "GreenRain_2": "Wake me up when there's a pink rain… Or better yet, a pink cake rain!",

Harvey [Saloon] "GreenRain": "I brought some medical supplies, just in case. Be careful out there!", "GreenRain_2": "The first time this happened, we were all worried that the rain might be dangerous.#$b#But what if it's actually healthy for the body? Who knows… The plants seem to respond well to it, at least.",

Jas [Marnie's Ranch] "GreenRain": "I'm scared…$s", "GreenRain_2": "I hope the rain doesn't turn my dress green…$s",

Jodi [Home] "GreenRain": "Are you alright? We've never seen anything like this before…$s#$e#I wish my husband was here. He'd know exactly what to do.$s", "GreenRain_2": "Vincent got up early to go play in the rain. I just hope they're right about it being completely harmless!",

Kent "GreenRain_2": "Heh… The rain is a blessing. A reminder that there will always be forces greater than anything conceived of by man.#$e#That's actually a comfort, @.",

Krobus "GreenRain": "The flow of water has been unusually strong today… what's going on up there?",

Leah [Home] "GreenRain": "Where did all these plants come from? It's a surprise, but I'm not complaining…", "GreenRainFinished": "I guess everyone in town was scared of that strange rain? I had no idea… I just thought it was incredible!$h", "GreenRain_2": "Imagine if this rain lasted all summer… The plants would take over the entire valley!",

Leo, only after moving to the town "GreenRain": "I like this weather… it's so humid. It reminds me of the forest back home.",

Lewis [Saloon] "GreenRain": "I just got off the phone with the Governor… Apparently this rain is supposed to be completely harmless. Just an unusual phenomenon of nature.#$b#Still, some of the townsfolk are panicking, which is never good…", "GreenRainFinished": "Well, that was quite the excitement for our little town! I'm just relieved that everyone is okay.$h#$e#If this ever happens again, I think we'll all be a little more relaxed. It's not the end of the world!", "GreenRain_2": "I guess we can expect these unusual rains every year. I think everyone is a little calmer knowing that it's just part of nature.",

Linus [Mountains] "GreenRain": "All these strange trees will be gone tomorrow… it's one of the mysteries of nature.", "GreenRainFinished": "How did the moss harvest go? Hehe… My bed is a lot softer now.", "GreenRain_2": "I've already gathered enough moss for the entire year. How about you?",

Marnie [Ranch] "GreenRain": "You're not worried about this rain? That does put me at ease a little…#$e#I just hope the cows tucked themselves in…$s", "GreenRainFinished": "Well, looks like we all got scared for nothing… The rain was totally harmless!", "GreenRain_2": "The animals seems to enjoy this rain… I think it's putting extra nutrients into the grass.",

Maru [Home, basement] "GreenRain": "I want to go collect samples with my dad, but my Mom is insisting we stay here…", "GreenRain_2": "This is a rare opportunity to study a unique phenomenon… every moment counts!",

Pam [Saloon] "GreenRain": "It's a sign from the Almighty… We're doomed…%noturn$s", "GreenRainFinished": "Well, I guess the end-times haven't come just yet, kid…#$e#Ah well, back to the ol' nine to five…", "GreenRain_2": "I think these rains are a show of force… a warning.#$b#You could say it's from nature, from Yoba, whatever you like… but that's what I think.#$e#What I mean is, we can't get too cocky. Or else, instead of a green rain, maybe we'll have a blood-red rain… See what I mean?",

Penny [Saloon] "GreenRain": "Are you alright? We're all wondering what's going on…$3", "GreenRain_2": "This strange weather is a good opportunity to get the kids interested in nature!$h",

Pierre [Store] "GreenRain": "Gahh, no customers! Any more of this 'green' rain, and my ledger will be in the 'red'!$s", "GreenRainFinished": "Well, I'm glad things are back to normal. Seems like it was all overblown… just like everything.", "GreenRain_2": "Glad to see you, @. What's a little toxic rain when you have seeds to buy?$h#$e#I'm just kidding. The rain seems to be completely harmless.",

Robin [Home, basement] "GreenRainFinished": "I hope Demetrius is happy with the 'samples' he collected. Seems like his little science project is more important to him than his own wife. Hmmph.$6", "GreenRain_2": "There's all kinds of good wood out there today. Better get chopping, huh?",

Sam [Home] "GreenRain": "Whaa! Is it acid? Will it burn through the roof and sizzle us alive?$8#$b#I gotta keep my little brother safe!$7", "GreenRainFinished": "Seems like there's no damage to anything… That was a strange one. How are you holding up?", "GreenRain_2": "You notice how warm this rain is? It feels alive…",

Sandy [Store] "GreenRain": "I heard there's a rare weather event in the valley.#$e#I wish it rained here sometimes…$s",

Sebastian [Home, basement] "GreenRain": "My mom's freaking out, but I'm actually kind of enjoying this. I bet the frogs are going wild out there!$h#$e#I'm gonna stay here to try and keep her calm, though.", "GreenRain_2": "I was hoping this weather would come back. It makes me appreciate the summer a little more.",

Shane [Marnie's Ranch] "GreenRain": "I don't have to go into work today, so I'm not complaining…", "GreenRain_2": "Oh, there's some kind of weird weather today? I didn't notice.",

Vincent [Home] "GreenRain": "Mom! I wanna go outside and play!%noturn", "GreenRain_2": "%Vincent is covered in moss.",

Willy [Saloon] "GreenRain": "Aye… I hope these weird rains don't bother the fish… It could ruin me life!", "GreenRainFinished": "Well, the fish seem as healthy as ever. In fact, I swear they've been biting with extra vigor!", "GreenRain_2": "If the fish like these rains, then I like 'em, too.",

Wizard [Home] "GreenRain": "Though the unusual rains may be alarming, there is nothing to fear on this day.#$e#In fact, it is a day of great joy for many living things.", "GreenRain_2": "Nature is a powerful force, not to be trifled with.#$e#Excuse me, but there are special matters I can only attend to on this day.",

#stardew valley #sdv #stardew valley 1.6 #sdv 1.6 #i got distracted w this. its now Late so im posting this and immediately going to bed #might try to post this on the reddit tomorrow idk

[a-local-idiots-shitpost]

Yuu get´s sick and the Dorms have to take care of them Pomefiore + Ignihyde

Pomefiore

Vil

he did not dare approach you, he can´t risk getting sick

to your surprised he didn´t approach you with a hazmat suit

he also tried to put make-up on you, in his words “being sick is no excuse to look like the dead”

and to remodel your wardrobe

but he did bring you some food, it was disgusting incredibly healthy one, but it´s the thought that counts in this situation

and considering this is NRC you can be glad someone even came to look after you

he also tried to force you and Grim to join him into doing yoga

it ended with you and Grim falling over and him losing his cool

Rook

you do not know how he got in here

I mean you know he broke in but besides this not more

you do not trust him at all

he assured you the only time he will continue stalking hunting you

is when your feeling better, it would be awfully boring to hunt when your prey isn´t in their best possible condition

this just made you scared, you don´t know if that is what he wanted or he tried to reassure you if he tried to reassure you he did a very bad job

you could think both of you changed rolls by the way you are watching

you think he´s excited by this change, this just scares you more for what he might think about

you really hope either you´ll get well soon or he sees Leona or someone else

Epel

he partially did this so he can have an excuse to hide from Vil and Rook and not follow Pomefiore's dumb rules that Vil enforces

but he ate so many candies he got sick

you had to make him chamomile tea and put him into one of the spare bedrooms to sleep it of

Vil would kill you if he heard about this

honestly at this point Epel is more sick than you

but he did give you some homemade food, which sucked if you had a apple allergy

Epel just saw this as an opportunity to get away from Pomefiore´s rules for some time

and as much as it sucks you can understand it

you only spent one week with Vil´s rules and were ready to kill him

Ignihyde

Idia

he can barely take care of himself and why should he take care of a sick person!?

can´t he just get Ortho, I mean he would definitely be better equipped to deal with such a thing but there was one thing that got him to agree

I mean technically two which were, he got to spend time with Grim and no one would bother him, I mean who would visit a sick person, ridiculous right?

you can´t believe his shock when he saw strangers in your Dorm

it was very funny

not so funny was when he locked himself into one of the guest rooms

Ortho also came to visit him

he was very happy to see that both you and Idia got along well, or well enough so he won´t try to hide back home in Ignihyde

Ortho

he was very happy and saw this as a way to get more friends for him and Idia

also Idia would be able to cuddle with Grim win win for both of them :D

but he was saddened by the fact Idia refused to go to Ramshackle because he didn´t want to get sick

he´s scarily good at looking after someone too, like he knows what to do but he´s somehow intimidating, despite being a very little guy

he even scares Grim, but it could also be for the fact Ortho threatened to blow up Grim if he doesn´t stop bothering you

he also tried to get some tips from you so he can get Idia out of his room

Ortho also had fun staying at Ramshackle, despite you being sick, he just saw it as an extended sleepover

he had fun staying at a friends place and it was also his first time being allowed to stay at a friends place (or having proper friends in general)

#disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst imagines #twst headcanons #twst #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland headcanons #vil schoenheit #rook hunt #epel felmier #idia shroud #ortho shroud #twisted wonderland