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samgirl98 · 7 months

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Wail of the Silent 7/?

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CW: Two boys kissing and making out in this chapter

You were right.

Danny read the note and the police reports, wishing he hadn’t been. There had been a rise in suicides throughout Gotham, especially in Crime Alley. Spectra was feeding overtime. Fuck! If only he had caught her sooner…

“I wish I wasn’t,” Danny whispered.

He felt Jason’s reassurance and gave a weak smile. The other halfa was trying to make Danny feel better, but it wasn’t working. It was Danny’s job to keep the ghosts in check, and he failed. Now, a dangerous ghost was wreaking havoc outside Amity Park to a populace without any idea of the new enemy unleashed on them.

A paper was waved in front of Danny’s face.

We’ll take care of it. The bitch won’t know what hit her.

Danny took a grounding breath.

“Okay, but first, I have to teach you how to take care of yourself.”

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Jason grinned manically as he held on to the weapons Danny had gotten out of a green portal that he called a pocket dimension.

They were sleek, green, and white with the name ‘Fenton’ etched on them.

His favorites were the bazooka and the ray gun.

“All these weapons will harm a ghost without touching a living person. They will still hurt any ectocontaminated human or halfas like us.”

Jason nodded, absorbing the information while perusing the rest of the weapons. His eyes landed on a thermos. He couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at it.

“Aw, the Fenton thermos. This is your most valuable weapon in your fight against ghosts.”

Jason's eyebrow rose higher, incredulous.

Danny rolled his eyes, “I can hear you, remember? This baby here is the most important tool in my arsenal. It captures and holds ghosts, making it impossible for them to get out unless I want them to. This is how we’ll stop Spectra.”

Jason stared at the green and white thermos in disbelief for a second longer but then shrugged. Danny was the expert here, not him.

So, how do you use it, he wrote.

“Oh, really easy to use. You point, open, and let the thermos suck the ghostie in.”

Jason nodded.

“This is the Boo-Staff. Yeah, I know it’s a silly name,” Danny said as he felt Jason’s amusement, “but it’s perfect for close combat.”

Jason took the staff. The Bo staff wasn’t his most used weapon that went to Replacement, but he knew how to use it.

“Here, if you press here, it collapses,” the staff shrunk. Jason threw it like a baton before catching it and grinning at Danny.

Danny laughed at Jason’s antic. Jason’s heart started speeding up at Danny’s laughter; he had a nice laugh that filled the room. Jason blushed as Danny gave him a knowing look.

It’s okay—it’s cute, the other man chirped out.

Jason sniffed, offended. He was the Red Hood; there was nothing cute about him! He was a dangerous crime lord/ anti-hero.

Danny had the audacity to laugh! Laugh at Jason. Jason gave a whistling sound that would’ve been a hiss if he had his vocal cords.

“I’m sorry,” Danny said between giggles, “it’s just you’re so adorable when you think you’re tough.”

Think? Jason didn’t notice he had chirped out the word.

“Yes, think,” Danny said with a shit-eating grin.

‘I’ll show you, ‘think,’’ Jason signed before he attacked a confused Danny. Both men wrestled on the floor, and the giant of a man pinned Jason’s arms above his head and ended up on top of Jason.

They both ended up breathing hard. Jason could feel Danny’s cool breath on his face. They both met each other’s gaze. Suddenly, the air felt charged. Danny let go of Jason’s hands and cupped his face. He slowly lowered his head, giving Jason enough time to turn away if he didn’t want what was coming next.

Jason wanted the kiss.

He went up and met Danny’s lips. He tangled his fingers in Danny’s hair, and the kiss deepened.

The charge in the air suddenly became more powerful. It almost felt like a storm of emotions was dancing through the air. He didn’t know if it was his, Danny’s, or a mixture of them, but Jason reveled in it.

(Jason felt the buzzing deep in his chest that turned into a loud purr.)

All too soon, Danny broke the kiss. If he could’ve, Jason would’ve whined. As it was, Jason gave a thrill of disappointment.

(Some of him still marveled that he could communicate with sound.)

Danny gave a crooked smile and gave him one more peck on his lips. Jason couldn’t help but stare at Danny’s blue eyes and handsome face.

‘Pretty,’ he signed.

“What does,” he mimicked the sign, “mean?”

Pretty, Jason mouthed.

Danny blushed and gave a small smile.

“Thanks, you’re handsome yourself.”

Jason grinned at the compliment. It had been so long since he had been kissed or held in any way. Danny made him feel more human, ironically enough.

Danny lay beside Jason, and they both stared at each other. Jason knew he had the same dopey look as Danny. Jason suddenly shot out his hand and held on to Danny’s. There was a chirp of surprise before Danny started purring, too.

Both men stayed looking at each other, staring and memorizing features.

“Do you think this is going too fast,” Danny asked.

Jason shook his head.

“Yeah, me either.”

Jason gave a silent laugh and got up. Danny whined, whined when Jason let go of his hand.

He got the notepad.

I would love to stay here and make out all day, but I think we have a ghost to catch.

Danny pouted, “I hate to say it, but you’re right. Ugh, after this is over, we’ll have to go on a proper date, though.”

Deal.

“Kay, well, I showed you my weapons. Is there anything you like best?”

The bazooka and the ray gun.

Danny rolled his eyes, “Of course, you go straight for the guns, huh?”

Jason smiled and nodded.

“Okay, let’s go catch a misery-eating bitch.”

Sorry for the long wait and the short chapter. I'm not feeling too well, so there might be some mistakes. I hope you liked

#wail of the silent #dc x dp #dp x dc

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occasionalincorrectquotes · 1 year

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Cells at work manga masterlist

(Fun Fact did you know: Cells at Work has a 2nd season, and although there will be no more new episodes, spinoffs are constantly releasing, so you can still enjoy fresh new cell content even now!)

✓: Completed

*: ongoing

X: not officially translated as of November 2022

Cells at Work (the original) ✓

Cells at Work: Code Black ✓

Platelets at Work ✓

Cells at Work and Friends ✓

Cells at work Baby ✓

Bacteria at Work ✓

Cells Not at Work ✓

Cells at Work Lady ✓ X

White Blood Cells at Work / Cells at Work White Brigade ✓

Cells at Work Illegal * X

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Don't know what to read/start with? Recommendations and trigger warnings under the cut!

Cells at Work (The original manga): A nice series that teaches you the basics of cells, mostly immune cells but they do include some gut immunity in the 2nd season, filled with a nice balance of angst and fluff, includes a prominent ship although it isn't the main point of the series and they don't actually say out loud if they like each other romantically or anything.

TWs: Includes a lot of blood, slicing of knives/violence in general, cancer (anthropomorphized, but they do say the word a lot of course), violently biting things until they gush out blood/whatever they're made from

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Cells at Work: Code Black: An angsty series, a lot of sadness in general, although it looks like a gender swap of the original, the contents are also very opposite to the original. This series takes place in a different host body. Not fluffy, bad work environments, cells suffering in general. If you love seeing little fictional people suffering or want a reason to take better care of your body, this is the series for you!

TWs: Blood, violence, actual bazookas/guns, nsfw topics like unsafe sex and others, major and minor character deaths, drug mention both beneficial and unbeneficial, attempted suicide, ACTUAL suicide, depression, cancer

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Platelets at Work: A very nice and fluffy series about the children of Cells at Work, takes place in the body of the original CaW manga, features the platelet team we all love and their master Megakaryocyte. It's a very nice slice of life series that talks about the platelets doing their best and being children, very cute 10/10.

TWs: Tbh, I'm not sure, maybe i can reread it and see, but i don't think there's anything worth a warning.

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Cells at Work and Friends: My personal favorite, features a Killer T cell with social anxiety as it's protagonist. A great slice of life that doesn't have much about education of biology. A lot of misunderstandings, a lot of funny and relatable moments, I'm sure all of us can relate to at least 1 of the chapters.

TWs: Blood, slicing and dicing and violence, eating and dead bacteria/viruses that would usually be very gorey are censored, depression and suicide mention (from one specific character, you can avoid him if you like and still enjoy the series), sewing needles on specific chapters, mention of nsfw

Reply if you'd want me to reference which chapters have the trigger so you can avoid it while still enjoying most of it

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Cells at Work Baby: Much like the original, featuring 2 red blood cells as the main character instead of a white blood cell, just as educational as the original and all the characters are in a cute chibi style.

TWs: Blood, slicing, a little violence but it isn't as bad as the original, character death

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Bacteria At Work: I have yet to read this fully, but i have read the first chapter, full of pretty men and talks about gut bacteria and dietary stuff.

TWs: Unknown (to me)

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Cells NOT At Work: More of a slice of life compared to the original, it is quite educational on the development of red blood cells. Real LGBT rep, a wide range of characters and dynamics, made me very emotional, though i haven't read the last volume.

TWs: Mention of death/character death, and maybe slicing and killing in the last volume

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Cells At Work Lady: Because this manga has yet to be translated officially, i have yet to read it, but it talks about the anatomy of women, from periods to pregnancy, there is quite a lot. They also include pretty men!

TWs: NSFW mention, slicing and dicing of various things, potentially more that i am unaware of.

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Cells At Work Illegal: Lastest CaW manga spinoff to be released as of writing, the name speaks for itself. Usage of drugs, smoking, drinking, and potentially many more. It is untranslated, so I cannot truly understand what it is about, but thats the gist of it. Also the main characters might be potentially a little gay

TWs: Drug usage, a lot of slicing and dicing and blood, NSFW (not just mention I'm pretty sure)

#cells at work #haiya did this on my main by accident but #hopefully its good enough

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mirror-ralsei · 7 months

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PREDICTIONS: Ralsei

or, why this pile of rock is going to tear my heart out

Ralsei is a Titan.

"The unending pillar of darkness that gives my body form" dedication in Ralsei's manual matches Ralsei's description of Titans "tak[ing] form from the FOUNTAINS"

Ralsei's body completely disappears when downed

Ralsei was first completely shadowy and amorphous within his hooded cloak, then a bit more defined but still shadowy under his hat, before finally settling on a more visible form at the end of Chapter 1

Just before removing his hat, for a couple of frames Ralsei's sprite changes his paw color from black to white. As well, where Ralsei previously had black paws in various animations such as clapping or spell use, they are now white in Chapter 2. These suggest that Ralsei's shadowy appearance is not simply caused by the shade from his hat.

Ralsei's initial description is a somewhat ambiguous "Dark-World being"

Unlike normal Darkners, Ralsei does not turn to stone and can seemingly teleport between Dark Worlds at will

Ralsei is the sole denizen of Castle Town, an area seemingly abandoned or evacuated, where Titan-like eye marks and darkness covers the land

Ralsei knows a lot about the Roaring

"Do not be alarmed... I am not your enemy." is one of Ralsei's first words to Kris and Susie

Ralsei wants to redeem himself for participating in the last Roaring by stopping it from happening again.

Again: Ralsei is the sole denizen of Castle Town, an area seemingly abandoned or evacuated, where Titan-like eye marks and darkness covers the land

Ralsei’s portrait/sprite when talking about the Roaring seems haunted

Ralsei says “I...I’m sorry!!! I repent!!!” in the generally foreshadowy Poppup dialogue

However, Ralsei is an unwitting pawn in a greater villain's scheme.

Ralsei is characterized as overly keen to follow orders.

Poppup dialogue: “Ralsei moved to click on an ad with a bunny on it teaching you how to make friends... ...and accidentally clicked on an ad of a machine gun that appeared over it!” / “Ralsei tried to click on an ad with a castle on it... ...but it was actually an ad for a company that demolishes buildings with bazookas!”

Again: Poppup dialogue: “I... I didn’t mean to do it... I... I’m sorry!!! I repent!!!”

In order to fix his mistakes or save the world, Ralsei may sacrifice himself, perhaps becoming the Waterfall statue in Undertale.

Undyne states "That statue's been here forever... No one knows where it came from." This description seems similar to Gerson's explanation of the Delta Rune: "That emblem actually predates written history. The original meaning has been lost to time..."

The statue is greyscale and cracked, like Darkners such as Lancer when turned to stone

The statue has horns, like Ralsei (note that the direction of Ralsei's horns varies across sprites/portraits and concept art, sometimes being turned inward and other times outward)

The statue is associated with the song "Memory," which is associated with Asriel, who appears connected to Ralsei

The statue in Waterfall may have been part of the original Royal Memorial Fountain before Mettaton's statue replaced it

If so: Ralsei is associated with all three concepts of a "Royal Memorial Fountain," being a prince who is made from a Dark Fountain and, as "memory" is a prevalent theme in Deltarune and Ralsei sings its "Don't Forget" motif in battle, with remembrance as well

Other things:

Ralsei appears self-aware in the same way as Jevil and others.

"(SAVE and take a break anytime you want, OK?)"

"Even if it's not real, you can still have fun, right?"

"It seems like it was just a corrupted program."

There may be multiple "Ralsei"s in some way.

“They [two Ralsei plushes] are both correct. Both beautiful.” (Toby Fox on Ch 1 Livestream)

“Every Ralsei is equally beautiful.” (Toby Fox on Ch 1 Livestream)

“I just wonder what... being “Ralsei-like” even is...?”

Unknown: why does Queen not notice Ralsei?

“How Thoughtful You Two Have Come To Help Me / Kris, Susie / Which One Of You Wants To Be The New Knight”

“Hey Was There A Third Guy?????????”

“I Will Miss Each Of You / Noelle, Your Un-needed Honesty / Susie, Your Foolish Bravery / Kris, Your Chill Vibes / ... / B...Burghley?”

Unknown: why does Ralsei (seemingly) know about the ThornRing?

"..." if given

(screenshots: 1 2)

DISCLAIMER: this is a predictions post, just laying out the predictions that i have currently and my personal reasoning. eg. i am by no means the first or only person to consider titan ralsei rofl

#deltarune theory #ralsei deltarune #utdr theory #ralsei #deltarune #this is just me putting my chips down i can be wrong super hard #this is more for the express purposes of flipping a lid if i turn out to be right actually #<- mission statement of this blog. if im wrong it will be funny if im right it will be funnier #anyway the statue stuff is wishful thinking but i do genuinely feel ralsei will be an antagonist but not evil. hes just easy to manipulate #and im getting tragic ending vibes off him but it could just be setting up a subversion since we already went there with asriel #...oh also this wasn't clear but if the statue is ralsei i'd assume he gets statuefied from being cut off from deltarune entirely #since he seems immune to normal causes of statuefication. but being in an entirely different game could qualify as 'not fitting'#i like to think maybe he would stay behind in undertale or something knowing his fate for some heroic sacrifice but i have no idea lol #ETA forgot about the thorn ring

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some-assholes-familiar · 2 years

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I feel like the moment Shane finds out what facial pareidolia is, its going to be the ghost files equivalent of giving a bear a bazooka and teaching it how to aim and fire. Just pure devastation for the boogaras.

#ghost files #watcher #shane and ryan #shaniacs #ghost files debrief #boogara

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rebellingstagnationblog · 7 months

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I have had a doubt for a long time. I remember in one of your stories, Gosalyn and Max took Drake, Goofy, and Launchpad camping for Father's Day. That made me wonder if, after the events of "That's Christmas to Me", they would decide that they should also invite Negaduck for the next camping trip?

Would Negaduck agree to leave his comfort zone to accept Gosalyn's invitation? I mean, at that time he wouldn't have any problems with the Goofs, and he tolerates Drake (plus he would have the excuse to make fun of him for supposedly being a "true outdoorsman"^^').

As much as Negaduck would revel in putting Darkwing’s True Outdoorsman™️ skills to the test (and sabotaging the whole fiasco) he doesn’t like camping. So I don’t think he’d go even if he was invited.

Gosalyn has gotten so used to celebrating Father’s Day (and Negaduck and Darkwing’s birthday) twice that I don’t think it occurs to her to invite Negaduck along, even as the family sort of adopts Negaduck. She celebrates the day with her father, then goes and celebrates with Negaduck, and that’s that. Never the two shall meet. (Mostly because Negaduck’s preferred Father’s Day is target practice and Darkwing deserves some rest and relaxation, not a heart attack as he watches Negaduck teach Gosalyn how to shoot a bazooka.)

Except at Christmas. That’s an all hands on deck “you’re coming and you’re going to have a good time, yes this is a threat” sort of holiday.

#darkwing duck #negaduck #gosalyn mallard #geronimo series #asks and answers #thezoe611

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mustangs-flames · 4 months

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Preacher would teach Adam how to launch a bazooka, I am convinced

good job Preacher doesn't have access to one then lmao

#hail true body au #mustang answers!#htb adam #htb preacher

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nygmobblepot-trash · 2 years

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I rewatched the scene where Ed saves Martin and I have to talk about it.

So did Ed or Riddler have any knowledge of Martin before this? Or did Oswald come to him in a panic begging for help?

Oswald: "Ed! Ed! I need you! They took Martin and you need to get him back!"

Ed: "...Who the hell is Martin and why do you care about them?"

Oswald: "Oh I guess you never met him. He's a child I met at an orphanage and I'm teaching him... things."

Riddler: "Nice. Better to learn things at a young age"

Ed: "Oh good you're teaching children to become criminals now. Riddler is on board with it so now you know how awful that is."

Oswald: "Okay you can argue with me on how to raise our kid later!"

Ed: "...our?"

Oswald: "Semantics! Go!"

Ed walks out the door and Oswald quickly follows a moment late when he realizes he forgot some important information: "Ed he's doesn't speak... out loud. He uses a note book to write or draw."

Ed: "Mute, Oswald. The word you are looking for is mute."

Then we have the scene in question. How and when the hell did Ed get ahold of Martin's note book? If he could get to the notebook without being seen why couldn't he just take Martin away? Like the kid always has his notebook so even if Ed waited till the kid was alone to take it the kid would see him. Do you think he snuck in while everyone was sleeping that morning and he was about to take Martin with him but Riddler was like "no this isn't extra enough" and they bickered for a good 5 minutes until Ed was like "Fine! Just shut the hell up!" Writes the instructions in the journal and peaces out. Then goes back to Oswald and tells him not to ask questions and he needs a bazooka or whatever the hell. Oswald is like "what the fuck but okay. Just don't hurt Martin." Then this fucker waits all morning for Martin to flip the page and see his instructions. He waits with binoculars watching the kitchen window waiting for him to turn the gas on. Once Martin does he waits a couple of minutes and hopes Martin reads the final note. And boom.

Oh and why I say Ed is control here is there are 0 riddles or even a note of who pulled the stunt. The explosion is the only extreme part which I do believe was Riddler's idea. He took the time to tell the kid to plug his ears. That's good ol' eddie. Then we get the best fucking part ever...

So these two have never met. Ed knows he has to explain who he is and hopefully not scare the poor kid. So what does this mother fucker go with as his opening line?

Ed walks out of the smoke. "Uncle Penguin sent me to get you." Stretches out his hand to help Martin up and gestures to the door with his head. "Come on let's get icecream."

What was the line of thinking here?

"Hmm well Oswald seemed the adopt this kid. So maybe I could go with..."

'Daddy Oswald wanted me to come get you.'

"No no I can't go with that."

'I'm a friend of Oswald's. I'm here to save you.'

"Nope. That's just a plain lie."

'Uncle Oswald.'

"Too formal."

Riddler: "What about Penguin!"

"What if he's still scared?"

Riddler: "I could teach him some riddles and the proper way to shoot a gun."

"You and Oswald should have nothing to do with children. Now look you wasted too much time, he just turned on the gas!"

Then the whole time he is getting to Martin he's trying to think what children like. In the last second it comes to him.

"Come one let's get ice cream."

'You're so smart, Ed :)'

Also I have no clue what was going on with everyone else during this time but I want to believe Gordon and Bullock just happened to walk by the icecream shop.

Bullock freezes suddenly.

Jim: "Harv?"

Bullock: "I think I'm losing it Jim. I swear I just saw Nygma having icecream."

Jim: "Why would Nygma be eating icecream?"

Harvey going back to the window: "I know what I saw Jim!"

Jim following him: "Huh. Would you look at that? Isn't that the kid that Oswald has been taking care of for Ms. Falcone?"

Bullock: "Shouldn't we do something?"

Gordon: "And deal with Oswald? No thanks."

Bullock: "...yeah and I don't like the way Ed is looking at us."

#gotham #edward nygma #nygmobblepot #oswald cobblepot

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chidoroki · 11 months

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182 Days of TPN - Day 59

Chapter 59: “Choose Your Weapon”

I really wanna know what what going on in WM’s head when he decided it was okay to hoard all sorts of weapons for children to use. Yeah it might not seem too bad for kids from Glory Bell & Grand Valley who could have older shipment ages than those from Grace Field, but still so dangerous. And I love it. But clearly the anime didn’t.

Do you wish to know what truly is heavy? All the sadness in my heart from never being able to see our best girl armed in season two. Bows & arrows are decent, but you can’t expect me to believe they fought through all those later arcs in that final ep slideshow with absolutely no fire power.

Naturally RE follow Sonju’s teachings in the upcoming chapters, but I also remembered Don follows this advice in ch138 as well.

Bunker dad may not give them any pointers for choosing what weapons will suit them best, but they do pretty darn fine in figuring out what they’ll need and what will be helpful for them all on their own. Ray’s little thumbs up is precious.

Please speak up Ray, I don’t think the anime heard you about only using bows & arrows. I was surprised up rereading this chapter just now that they also have a supply of shields, bombs and barbed wire, but even a medieval flail? This armory truly has everything imaginable. Again, nothing children should be using but eh, that’s where the fun comes in.

“Quite useful” is such an understatement! Take this! Hold onto it dearly! Never let it go! For it is a literal lifesaver!

The only mildly amusing part of this scene being cut from season two was seeing how confused anime-onlys reacted to see Ray’s ear in later episodes. Thinking he also cut his off like Emma did was a fair assumption I’ll admit, but she did clearly state in ep11 (with scalpel in hand) that she was just gonna remove his tracker. They actually had time to do so while Emma had to rush to remove hers between her fabulous performance and running away from Isabella and the burning house. Still sucks because we missed out on more medic Anna though. But aah, my boy, you need to stop giving such adorable smiles. I wanna pinch your cheeks.

Sigh, I seriously thought it was this panel the “Identity” OP was referencing the first time I saw it, even though it clearly shows Emma after the time skip (thanks to the hair clips). Still had a small hope they would’ve filled that empty space with Yuugo and not... Norman. (listening to the song again just now and can confirm that it still hits me with many emotions.. season two may have been a train wreck but the OP remains an absolute banger of a track).

They care for her (and Ray) so damn much it makes me soft! AAHH! Especially the part about her not hiding any injuries to the point she collapses like she did in the demon’s forest. Poor Yuugo is so sick of all these mushy feelings. At least he’ll be away from it all for a couple days.

YESSS GILDA! Gotta say it’s one of my favorite moments of hers.. it’s just badass and the threat actually works! He’s absolutely terrified upon his return in ch96 because of how totally serious she was.

Favorite panel/moment:

BAZOOKA EMMA BAZOOKA EMMA BAZOOKA EMMA BAZOOKA EMMA BAZOOKA EMMA BAZOOKA EMMA BAZOOKA EMMA BAZOOKA EMMA BAZOOKA EMMA BAZOOKA EMMA

#the promised neverland #tpn manga #182daysoftpn #chidoroki used chatter

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tonguetiedraven · 1 year

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the tea or soup for a sore throat!

I wrote this one with the fantastically talented at @marble-wolf who has so kindly agreed to help me with my massive backlog of these xD

It's BonRin, hope that's okay ^^

Avoiding Trage-tea (and Stud-tea!)

Rating: T Pairing: Bon/Rin

Ryuuji loathed getting sick. Not that he supposed anyone actually enjoyed it. It was simply that he had too many things to be doing to take the time to rest, and there was really no other way to heal.

(Everything he got also always seemed to lead to a migraine, and he loathed those so damn much and they completely immobilized him and there was nothing he could to do get through them more quickly.)

Thanks to the rot that had plagued his temple and the circumstances around his own birth, he also frequently struggled with lingering coughs and sinuses that were almost as fucked up as his brain.

He wasn’t certain what was causing today’s problem(s). His throat felt like he’d swallowed acid, and he couldn’t quite believe it was just his sinuses draining. He wasn’t running a fever, and there weren’t any other real symptoms outside of some pressure in his head (hardly new) and a few muscle aches. He wore a mask through his classes anyway and avoided talking as much as he could, guzzling water like it could save his angry throat, and tried to just get through the day.

Until he was leaving his evening bazooka class and realized he’d promised Rin he’d tutor him on English.

The sensible thing to do when it felt like you’d clawed your throat and swallowed salt to make it all worse would probably be to simply cancel the talking heavy plans. Just breathing and swallowing a small amount was currently agony, so tutoring Rin promised to be hell.

But…

But Ryuuji had been looking forward to it all week. He’d had to work for what felt like forever to get Rin comfortable with the idea of being tutored in English. Something about Ryuuji tutoring him seemed to make Rin uncomfortable and Ryuuji didn’t know if it was just that Rin didn’t want to look stupid (which seemed kind of strange when they all knew Rin regularly got zeroes which meant he couldn’t even sign his name correctly in English) or if it was just the idea of Ryuuji teaching him that had him worried (Ryuuji wasn’t unfair but he did expect effort.)

Whatever it was, Ryuuji had gotten Rin to agree and they’d had a few lessons, and Ryuuji didn’t want to lose their headway.

And sure, he didn’t want to lose the alone time with Rin either. It wasn’t a secret to anyone that he was crushing on the boy. Though, he was pretty sure Rin hadn’t realized it yet. (He really hoped that hadn’t been the reason for the hesitancy in accepting Ryuuji’s tutoring help. He was professional and wouldn’t do anything to risk their relationship. Plus, he didn’t think Rin would be like that at all…

But he still worried about it a little.)

Dying a little and trying to swallow some more of his too-cold water, Ryuuji headed towards the twins’ probably haunted dorm and trudged up the steps, letting himself just feel the miserable exhaustion for a moment longer before forcing a smile and knocking at the door.

He’d just make today a worksheet day and try to avoid saying anything. Just a few hums of agreement. (And ugh, even that sounded like misery.)

Rin perked up when he heard the knock and gave himself one last moment to check that his hair wasn't too messy and that he looked decent (not that it mattered to Ryuuji. His friend had seen him in worse states. Ryuuji wouldn't care if his clothes were wrinkled or if his hair wasn't lying correctly) before hurrying for the door from where he had holed up in the bathroom. He tried to not be too quick. He didn't want to appear overly eager because then Ryuuji would think he was excited to learn.

Rin wasn't excited to learn (learning was incredibly difficult but Ryuuji was endlessly patient with him now). He was excited to see Ryuuji. But Rin couldn't share that either. Because if Ryuuji caught on that Rin liked him… Rin didn't know what would happen.

Rin adjusted himself one last time before opening the door with his typical wide grin and wagging tail.

"Hey!" Rin greeted before he abruptly cut himself off to stare at the Aria.

He smelled off and was a bit pale. But Ryuuji was still grinning even if it didn't completely light up his eyes like it typically did. (In an entirely distracting way that would eventually frustrate Ryuuji because Rin wouldn't be listening to what he said.)

Ryuuji waved back, and after a moment of mildly awkward silence got out a slightly hoarse “Hi, Rin.”

(The halfling was looking unfairly cute today with his worn jacket, dark shirt, tussled hair, and attractive eyes. The wagging tail just made him look all the happier, and it was unfair that Ryuuji could be in so much pain and still be falling all the more for Rin.)

Rin stepped aside to let Ryuuji in, eyes narrowing. He was no stranger to human alignments since he grew up with Yukio who was incredibly prone to getting anything and everything. It was rare that his little brother didn't have at least a minor cold when they were very young.

"Are you sick?" Rin asked as Ryuuji stepped inside.

Ryuuji’s eyes went a bit wide as his head turned towards Rin. “What?” He croaked, trying not to wince at the pain in his throat. “I—no.”

Probably not. Hopefully not. It wasn’t a lie. (It wasn’t.)

Oh so Ryuuji was going to try that. (Rin would have audibly scoffed if Ryuuji had gone with Yukio's go to of, "I'm fine.")

Rin put his hands on his hips and gave Ryuuji his best look of disapproval. "Okay, so you can help me read this cool book that's in English? Yukio says I'd like it."

That wasn't a lie. Yukio loved to pass him random books and tell him to read.

“Sure,” Ryuuji gruffed, marveling a little at just how much his voice sounded like sandpaper. He’d be able to kill any demon with his voice just from sounding awful. “Just show me the words.” He walked further in the building, shivering a little and feeling worse as he swallowed.

“I’m not sick.” He said again. It didn’t sound any more believable than it had the first time.

"Uhhuh." Rin acknowledged the attempt and moved to go upstairs.

Rin really liked Ryuuji and part of that came from his endearing hardheaded stubbornness. His ability to stubborn his way through things was impressive.

"It's a bigger book." Rin said and fell into a long description of what Yukio had said the book was about. (If Yukio exaggerated it to get Rin to actually read it, Rin would kill him.)

Rin led the way up to the room, listening to Ryuuji breathe and tried to not let his worry show.

Ryuuji was starting to shiver, and he wasn’t certain he could put it off as just the dorm. Still, he was ignoring that as well because he really could not afford to get sick. He just couldn’t.

Rin seemed content to ramble about the book, and Ryuuji was more than content to let him. He had a feeling his throat was going to need the rest, and it really was getting worse as the day stretched on. It was going to be a miserable night.

Another drink of his water did nothing to help, and now they were at Rin’s room and Ryuuji had to figure out how to get words out of his uncooperative throat.

Setting his bag on the desk and taking his time to riffle through the contents until he found the worksheet he’d designed for Rin. He held it up so Rin could see (hoping the little doodles of the questions helped him focus a bit more since Japanese words were almost as hard for Rin as English words) offering him a smile before setting it down and pulling out one of the two chairs to sit down in.

He was already tired, and he really could not get sick.

Rin groaned at the sight of the paper and chose to ignore it, instead he was snatching up the book (the biggest one Yukio had handed him) and held it out.

"This one!" He cheered with a happy wiggle of his tail. (He would follow Ryuuji's lead until Ryuuji admitted to what he felt. Even if Rin gave in and tried to pull it out directly, he had a feeling Ryuuji would get huffy and leave.)

Ryuuji took the book in his hand and opened to the first page. The words weren’t too complex, and with some effort and a dictionary, Rin could probably figure it out.

But it was going to be hellish for Ryuuji to speak it. He always felt like he had to use a higher register for English, and the words were just… more complicated to form and it was going to hurt.

“In a hole in the ground,” Ryuuji started, and knew there was no way he could continue through this entire thing. “There lived a hobbit. Not a dirty, nasty, wet hole—” Ryuuji cut off with a harsh cough that he covered with his hand. It turned into a pained gag and him gasping for breath and struggling with getting the top off his water.

He gulped as much as he could, feeling tears in his eyes from the force of his hacks and trying to blink them away as he braced himself for the pain of swallowing.

Rin took the book back, tossing it onto the table and turned his full attention on Ryuuji. He wasn't sure what to do to help besides wait it out then he could help.

"Are you ready to quit being stubborn and admit you need to rest?" Rin asked gently. He hadn't wanted that amount of struggling. Maybe just a croaked sentence or two and he would have stopped Ryuuji so now he felt guilty for causing the coughing fit.

Swallowing sucked every bit as much as Ryuuji had anticipated. His throat had to actively be on fire, and he wasn’t even entirely sure what Rin had just asked him. His ears were ringing, and this was all just grand.

He managed a ragged breath, and then another slightly less ragged one.

“Sorry,” Ryuuji choked. “It’s… I don’t know.” He spoke at a whisper, and it still hurt but it wasn’t agony. “I wasn’t running a fever, but I shouldn’t have come over.”

He pulled a mask from his pocket as he spoke, hoping it wasn’t too late, and covered his face.

"Hey, none of that. It's not a big deal!" Rin said with what he hoped was a comforting smile. "Besides, it's better to be sick here than anywhere else in this Academy!"

Rin's temperature was naturally high but he still reached to set his wrist against Ryuuji's head like he had always seen Shirou do for Yukio. (The thought made his heart twist with longing.) Ryuuji was definitely warmer than Rin was sure humans were supposed to be but Rin couldn't remember where Yukio kept the basic medical supplies. (Yukio made certain Rin knew where the big stuff was but little things like thermometers just didn't come up.)

"Right. Well. You're not leaving until Yukio gets back to check you over." Rin told him. "Come on, you can lay down on my… bed." (Now Rin was blushing and honestly, Ryuuji was sick and shouldn't have to deal with Rin's Rin-ness on top of everything else.)

Ryuuji’s face went bright red at Rin’s hand against his head, and he could only hope Rin thought it was that he was sick.

The lay down on my bed had Ryuuji hacking again.

“That—that’s not— I can just go home. I don’t need to put you out—and you had a test coming up we were supposed to study for?” And agh. All his talking was hardly a whisper and it still hurt, and even his ears were red now. He was going to combust before he could get to the bed at this point.

(But the part of him that wasn’t flailing from Rin being so close and touching his face in that gentle way wasn’t at all surprised by the turn of things. Of course Rin saw he was sick and didn’t let it slide. That care for his friends was part of why Ryuuji had fallen for Rin. Rin didn’t let people hurt or suffer when he was around. He did whatever he could to make it better, even if it was something like offering his own bed.)

"I won't get sick." Rin said. He had yet to get sick from anything that was just typical colds. Now, if it was a demonic disease or bacterias, then he could. But he would risk it.

Rin took a deep breath to steady himself and reached to grab Ryuuji's hands and tugged.

"Come on, princess. You need to lay down. And I doubt you can make it across campus in your condition… so," Rin grinned mischievously, "I can carry you to your dorm. Or you can stay here!"

Ryuuji discovered he could blush harder. He spluttered behind the mask and hugged the book to his chest.

Rin carrying him across campus was entirely ridiculous, but that didn’t stop him from swallowing thickly (and painfully) at the thought of how easily Rin could do it. (Rin’s strength was something he’d found incredibly attractive from the beginning.)

“Fine,” he grumbled. “I’ll sit here until Yukio gets back.”

(And Rin was holding his hands now, and he could only hope they weren’t clammy because Rin’s hands were warm and entirely nice to hold. Nicer than Ryuuji had ever imagined in the few times he’d let himself really imagine.)

Another cough had him drinking more water and once again wincing as the icy water did nothing to help.

Stubborn. So stubborn.

"Lay down." Rin insisted, with a beckon to his bed. It was all rumpled and unmade with the blankets spilling to the floor but he thought his bed was comfortable. "I'm gonna go grab something. You better be in my bed when I get back." (Oh that came out awful.)

Rin whipped around and ran from the room with a hot blush on his cheeks. He was going to get some water boiling and then hunt down their medicines. He'd call Yukio to ask if he had to but he didn't want to tip Yukio off that anything was amiss. Rin could take care of Ryuuji better than Ryuuji sitting in an infirmary or alone in his dorm room.

He still hadn't recovered from his incredibly embarrassing words by the time he had set up water to boil and browsed the contents of the cabinets and refrigerator. Ukobach gave him suggestions and he chatted with the stove demon as he got his help in preparing soup for Ryuuji.

Rin set to cooking the soup and preparing the tea as quickly as he could, glancing at the clock and hoping he wasn't taking too long.

Ryuuji watched Rin flee the room with his eyes huge and his mouth open. You better be in my bed.

Ugh. Ryuuji was going to die blushing at this rate. Rin couldn’t have realized how that sounded, could he?

But now Ryuuji was imagining Rin saying that in a different context, and he had to sit down (on Rin’s bed!) so he could get a breath.

He was making rather a mess of this study session. At least the mask hid some of his flustered state, but Rin was going to notice soon (he might not be the most observant, but Rin wasn’t stupid) and there would be questions (because Rin always asked questions) and Ryuuji wasn’t sure how he could answer or explain. He’d have told any of the others that he wasn’t feeling well. He’d have told them they’d do the study session later or that they could do it, but it’d have to be with writing or something less painful than talking. But Rin…

But Rin was someone Ryuuji didn’t want to reschedule with Rin. He wanted to spend the time with Rin when he could.

He leaned back on the messy bed, a bit surprised how the disheveled blankets and covers and… sweaters? All seemed to make a nice area to lay. There were soft and warm things everywhere, and he found himself settling back into as he pulled the book closer and got a pencil and notebook out as well to do some work while he waited.

Downstairs, Rin had successfully found their supply of cold and flu medicines and even the thermometer but he didn't know what Ryuuji was able to take so he stuffed all of it into a bag that he had hooked on his arm. Then he set the cup of steaming green tea on the tray next to the bowl of also steaming miso soup. He wiped a splash of the soup off his hand onto his apron, and beamed at the tray.

He left Kuro and Ukobach with their own bowls and hurried up the stairs as steadily as he could. It was slower than he'd like but he was still able to balance incredibly well with his tail out.

But he slowed as he remembered his parting words.

If Ryuuji mentioned it, Rin would turn to ash and float away.

Rin forced himself to continue on and peeked into his room, his eyes softening at the sight of Ryuuji on his bed. (That sent a surge of ridiculous excitement running through him.)

"Breakfast in bed for princess!" Rin whispered to try and not startle him.

“Not a princess,” Ryuuji rasped, glaring even as the blush returned. He hadn’t expected Rin to come back with so much, and he was torn between insisting that it was all too much and he was fine, and basking in the attention from his crush.

But he could also smell tea and it promised to be soothing to his miserable throat.

So he shifted up a little and tried to soften his expression. “Tea?”

"Green tea!" Rin cheered, moving to sit at the edge of his bed. "You don't need that mask, seriously. Unless you've been playing in Light's weird stuff again."

"And miso soup!" Rin continued, tucking his legs up under himself and scooting closer. "You also got a bunch of medicine to pick through."

Rin adjusted to dump the bag next to Ryuuji's leg. "And if none of that will work, I can go grab something else! I got some money, so I can buy something too. Or—"

Rin realized he was rambling and cut himself off with a little laugh.

“I’m sure this is fine, I’m… It’s mostly just my throat.” Ryuuji said as he reached for the pain killers. They’d be the safest to start with and might help the slight aches he was feeling. “Don’t think it’s Lightning,” he added and took the mask off.

(Had Rin been rambling or was it just him? He was blushing a little too, but Ryuuji might be imagining that. Maybe he was sick.)

He popped the pills in his mouth and swallowed it down with the water before setting that aside and reaching for the tea. He cupped the warm mug in his hands and curled his entire body around it, breathing in the steam and relaxing a little at the scent of his favorite drink. (The miso smelled divine as well, and really…)

“Thank you. Sorry you had to go to all this trouble, but it smells fantastic.”

"Had to?" Rin shook his head. "But I wanted to. I would have brought you some soup even if you didn't come over!"

His tail was wagging as Ryuuji visibly relaxed and the tension in his face lessened. Rin was relieved that he was able to help.

Ryuuji took a sip of the tea, relaxing a little as the tea soothed some of the ache. Another sip had him able to swallow, and he set the mug aside on the desk while he accepted the soup and tried to think through what Rin had just said.

It was probably something Rin would do for any friend, but Ryuuji’s heart couldn’t help but hope a little. It was an endless sort of hope and it always ached a little. Still…

He spooned some up, eyeing Rin’s tail and smiling softly as he drank it down. (Warm, flavorful, and soothing. Everything he could want.) One spoonful quickly led to a second, and then a third before he forced himself to pause and reach for the notebook.

“Got some study stuff for you,” he rasped. “Might help with the test.”

Rin gave a long whiny mournful noise and flopped across his bed, stretching out and rolling to stuff his face in the thick blankets along the edge next to the wall.

"Ryuuji!" He whined in a muffled voice. The test would probably not go well anyway and, "can't we take a break today? You gotta be tired and I don't want to."

“Do you ever?” Ryuuji teased. He nudged Rin’s leg with his foot, blushing a little at how much he wanted to keep his foot pressed against Rin’s leg. (And not just because he was pleasantly warm.) “Promise you’ll practice the basics I taught ya?”

He’d written a recipe down for Rin in the notebook, and felt like that was his best bet for making it interesting for Rin, but Rin could see it later. Ryuuji couldn’t be much help if he couldn’t talk. (And being in Rin’s bed with a meal Rin had made specifically for him to help his sore throat wasn’t helping his own ability to think.)

“This is really good,” he added as he took a few more spoonfuls. It was getting a little easier to swallow and he was relaxing back more into Rin’s surprisingly comfortable bed.

"No, I don't. I promise I'll practice tomorrow." Rin mumbled before reaching down to return the nudge with a finger against Ryuuji's ankle.

He lifted his head, hoping the redness to his face wasn't obvious as he looked over his shoulder at Ryuuji.

"Is it helping? I tried to make sure it was perfect for you!" Rin told him.

Ryuuji seemed more peaceful now than when he had arrived and that made Rin happy.

“Yeah,” Ryuuji managed at a louder volume than he had yet. “It’s helping a lot.” Then, a bit more softly, “thank you.”

(Was Rin blushing or was Ryuuji imagining it? He wasn’t imagining the fingers teasing at his ankle, and Rin had made this specifically for him.)

“And you should really practice them tonight, but I’ll take it.”

He finished the rest of the soup, blushing a little himself as he played it all over in his mind and tried to decide if he was reading into any of this.

Grabbing his tea back up, he found it had gone a little cool, but he still curled around it anyway, shivering a little, and that wasn’t a good sign for it just being a sore throat. Ugh.

Rin's tail had begun to wag at Ryuuji's words and he had to catch himself from accidentally smacking Ryuuji. But then Ryuuji was shivering and Rin lifted himself to scoot closer to peek at him.

His eyes definitely had that glassy feverish quality that Rin had seen on other people and that just made Rin frown. It looked like he was getting worse rather than better.

Rin reached out, setting his hand against Ryuuji's head again and chuffed an unhappy noise, sitting back on his haunches.

"You're really sick." Rin grumbled worriedly.

The shivering wasn't welcome, so, steeling himself for it, Rin set his hand over one of Ryuuji's and sent a flare of warmth over his skin. He was quickly having any embarrassment and reluctance to touch Ryuuji disappear under the worry.

“It’s fine,” Ryuuji assured, staring wide-eyed at the fantastically warm hand on his own. He’d never realized how warm and soft Rin’s hands were. They were entirely nice to touch.

“I’m not that bad. If I was I wouldn’t be lucid. I’d probably be trying to tell—” Ryuuji cut himself off with a startled cough, horrified at how much he’d almost pulled a Rin and rambled part of a confession.

Rin lifted an eyebrow at that reaction, curious but more worried about getting the trembling to stop. He couldn't remember what Shirou had done so long ago.

Rin scooted closer until he was perched with his legs pressed against Ryuuji's leg.

"If you weren't lucid… you'd tell me all Shima's most embarrassing moments." Rin filled in though he was certain that wasn't even a little close.

Rin slipped his other hand under the mug and heated his hand to past what would be comfortable to touch and warmed the mug and the liquid inside slowly.

“Shima…” Ryuuji’s attention was torn between too many touches and his own ridiculousness. How had the study session turned into an almost cuddle on Rin’s bed?

“Shima doesn’t need me to embarrass him. He does a great job of it all by himself.”

“Thanks —” The tea was steaming again, and Ryuuji lifted his gaze to find Rin much too close. His face went warm at the nearness and he found whatever he was going to say had slipped right away from his mind.

Rin's eyes met Ryuuji's and his cheeks grew even hotter and it was his turn to choke on air. He offered a lopsided grin, a fang slipping over his lips. But the silence was stretching but he couldn't think of what to say.

"You… should take a nap." Rin whispered. His eyes were caught between Ryuuji's eyes and his lips and the dark hair hanging over his temple that Rin wanted to touch.

Ryuuji could, in all honesty, probably not trust his mind right now. He was clearly coming down with something, and it was likely making him see more than was really there.

Still, Rin was looking at his lips, and even Ryuuji’s sick mind was pretty damn sure what that meant. It was enough to have his heart fluttering and his breath catching a little with so much yearning that he had to swallow (agh!) again.

“Here?” He asked softly, trying not to lean closer before he got his answer.

Rin could feel his hair shifting with flickers of fire and that was embarrassing and hopefully didn't startle Ryuuji.

Rin's face was burning (literally) but he nodded. "Yeah… here."

With a moment of possibly fever induced daring, Ryuuji shifted one of the hands he was holding the tea with around so he could grab Rin’s hand in his own.

If this failed, he’d blame it on delirium and apologize.

“You gonna join me?” Ryuuji asked, raising his gaze to Rin’s and brushing his thumb over Rin’s knuckles.

Rin squeezed Ryuuji's hand and blushed brighter as his flames crawled down his tail.

"Of course. I have to guard my princess." Rin breathed, wondering if he had fallen asleep during the study session and he was dreaming.

Ryuuji shook his head with a huff as he brought the rest of the tea up to finish what was left.

“I had to go and fall for a dork,” he muttered, and then, realizing what he’d said, blushed and spluttered and spilled some of the tea on both of their hands.

“I’m not a princess!” He yelped like that would cover what he’d said.

Rin was laughing a soft chuckle that made him tingle with a shy sort of affection.

"That's right. You're my princess. There's a difference. I'd be mad if anyone else called you that." No one else had heard Rin call Ryuuji that.

"And that's okay. I fell for a dork too." Rin admitted, his tail shifted without his permission to shyly brush over Ryuuji's leg.

“Yeah?” Ryuuji asked softly, spilled tea and princess all but forgotten at that admission. (He could handle being Rin’s princess. He’d already had to deal with it for a while, and there were much worse things to be. And he kind of liked the my in that.)

Then, without waiting for an answer, he tugged on the hand he had captive to pull Rin to settle beside him.

Rin squeaked and landed in a pile of limbs against Ryuuji, rapidly coming to the realization that this wasn't a dream and Ryuuji was solid and comfortable. Rin stretched out, hesitantly stretching an arm out to sit over Ryuuji's chest.

He held himself uncertainly, trying to figure out what to do with his other arm and his tail that wanted to touch Ryuuji and his legs. How did people cuddle? Was that what was happening?

Ryuuji finished the tea so he would have his hands free (and to soothe his throat from the talking.) Then, satisfied with that, he let his tired body do what it wanted and shifted down a little on the bed. He kept himself a bit elevated on the pillows and released Rin’s hand to wrap his arm around Rin instead, tugging him a bit closer. Ryuuji slipped one of his leg around so Rin’s was draped over it, and traced along the arm Rin had thrown over his chest until he found Rin’s hand and intertwined their fingers.

“Okay?” He asked softly as his head tilted towards Rin’s.

Rin looked up with wide eyes, the hot ghost of Ryuuji's touch over his arm had nearly shut off all his thoughts and he couldn't help but admire Ryuuji so close. He was handsome even with the sheen of sickness in his eyes. His body was pressed close and Rin swallowed down his tempting reaction to pull away with embarrassment.

"Yeah." Rin whispered, letting his tail reach and loop around Ryuuji's leg.

He stroked Ryuuji's hand, and sank into the embrace. It was everything he had hoped it would be and more. He had always wanted Ryuuji to hold him like this.

“You’re gonna study… tomorrow. Pass the test.” Ryuuji swallowed and found it hurt a bit less than it had as Rin’s weight settled against him. “Then maybe… Maybe we can go out?”

He was tired and close to sleep, but he’d stay awake a little longer for this.

Rin fell to the temptation and lifted a hand to brush through Ryuuji's hair, finding it as soft as he had thought it would be. He was starting to purr and that was mildly embarrassing.

"I guess I'll study…" Rin sighed dramatically, curling a finger through a lock of dark hair. "But yeah… we can go on a date!"

The word was exciting and he was already thinking of different things they could do together.

"And… you should know." Rin said with a soft laugh. "I don't think Yukio will be coming back anytime soon. He left on a mission."

Ryuuji’s eyes — which had lulled shut at the soothing sensation of Rin’s hand in his hair — popped back open. He blinked and looked down at Rin before snorting.

“Tricky monkey.” He closed his eyes again and settled down for the nap that was quickly coming on. “Sounds like ya just wanted me to hang around.” Then, with a bit of a yawn, he shifted the arm he had around Rin so he could thread his fingers through Rin’s soft hair. “Soon as I’m better… go on a date…”

Ryuuji drifted off feeling warm, safe, and like his throat was going to let him live. Which was good, because he was absolutely going on that date with Rin.

#bonrin #ao no exorcist #blue exorcist #my tumblr fics #bon x rin #ryuuji suguro #rin okumura #ryuji suguro #bon suguro #bonfire #bonxrin #ane #aoe #aoex #get together #with marble #we'll need to make another collection of our cowritten fics #tw: sickness

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(Thank you, @jknerd ~ Dark Rainbow is on the left and Wendigo is on the right~)

Dark Rainbow

Titles: Colorful Harbinger

Nickname: DaRa

Age: Immortal (12; physically)

Gender: Female

Height: 5’1” (155 cm)

Birthday: April 27th

Race: Human

Residence: Shandian Village, Reeve Island (Currently), Seneca Girls Residential School (formerly), Seneca Tribe in Canadian Woodlands (formerly)

Relatives: Unnamed Parents (unknown; presumably deceased), Two siblings (unknown; presumably deceased), Wendigo (husband), Dinah Lance/Black Canary (adoptive sister)

Occupation: Assassin, Hunter, Tracker

Likes: Wendigo, Maple Syrup, Dry Meat/Jerky, Meat Pies, Flying, Storytelling, Scouting, Powwow Dancing, Sewing, Jumpscares

Dislikes: RESIDENTIAL SCHOOLS, The Catholic Church, The Church of Blood, Colonialism, Black Canary’s Enemies, Any attempts at cultural genocide, Racism, Total Darkness (weakness)

Abilities: Mythical Avian Physiology via Bird-Bird Fruit, Mythical Model; Rainbow Crow (High-Speed Flight, Aerial Adaptation, Beak Protrusion, Claw Retraction, Enhanced Lung Capacity, Enhanced Senses, Hollow Skeleton, Wing Manifestation, Supernatural Bite, Talon Protrusion, Feather Attacks [Projection, Wing Blades, Cutting], Avian Morphing, Rainbow Aura, Illusion Creation, Fang Retraction, Enhanced Clawmanship, Wing Combat, Wing Blade Construction, Aerial Combat Mastery, Sonic Scream, Illusion Attacks, Hallucination Inducement), Cannibalism Empowerment, Enhanced Agility, Enhanced Balance, Enhanced Endurance, Enhanced Reflexes, Enhanced Vision, Armament Haki, Observation Haki, Killing Instinct, Assassination Mastery, Intimidation Mastery, Tomahawk Combat, Bazooka Proficiency, Lacrosse Mastery, Sewing Mastery

Personality: Dark Rainbow is a dangerous yet playful girl. She can be very mischievous as she tends to play pranks on others. She is very protective of Wendigo, to the point that she would kill anyone who would harm him. She would then track them down and slowly bite off their flesh and feed it to him. When someone catches her at night, she makes a frightening smile and leaves to mess with them. Due to the abuse she suffers at the hands of the residential schools, she has an immense dislike towards the Catholic Church and colonialism. She would often hang out with Weaver when they were with the Lost Girls.

History: Dark Rainbow was born in 1909 in Southeastern Canada as a member of the Seneca Tribe of the Iroquois Confederacy. In her early years, she and her siblings would learn lacrosse, their native language, and ancient traditions. She was living a peaceful life until 1920, when it became mandatory for all First Nations children to be in residential schools, even when the Natives did not want to. Like many children who were sent to residential schools, Dark Rainbow experienced abuse and neglect. She was forced to abandon her native language and culture, and she was subjected to physical and sexual abuse. The experience was so traumatic that she eventually ran away from the school. She was hiding from the school officials until she was found by Peter at night. Seeing her hiding and afraid, he comforts her by ensuring that she, along with the girls in the residential school, will be safe and away from Canada’s reach. Afterward, she is placed in the Shandian fleet, where she meets Wendigo, a wingless Shandian with horns. Soon after, they started dating and she started to live in the Shandian Village. Several months after she was rescued, Dark Rainbow ate the Bird-Bird Fruit, Mythical Model; Rainbow Crow. Somewhere in the 1960s, she met a young Dinah Lance when the Lost Boys raided a ship that was trafficking children from North America to Zandia. Seeing how the young girl was terrified around her, Dark Rainbow decided to take her under her wing. Over time, the girls have become like sisters with Dark Rainbow teaching Dinah how to use the latter’s Canary Cry. Dinah saw how Wendigo and Dark Rainbow are very close but Wendigo was too nervous to ask for marriage. After persuasion from Dinah, Wendigo proposed to Dark Rainbow, who then said yes. Dark Rainbow was saddened to learn that Dinah grew older and had to leave Reeve Island so she gave her a black choker with a canary emblem. Dark Rainbow would visit her when she got the chance. Over the years, Dark Rainbow has become one of the strongest members of the Lost Boys Pirates as she is one of the few female combatants. She would fly out to passing ships and Blind Man’s Bonfire before going back to Peter to report what she found.

Bird-Bird Fruit, Mythical Model; Rainbow Crow

Type: Mythical Zoan

Meaning: Rainbow Crow

User: Dark Rainbow

History: The fruit was eaten by Dark Rainbow when Wendigo gifted her with it after a raid on a pirate ship.

Usage: Dark Rainbow uses her devil fruit in various ways. For mundane purposes, she would use her talons to carry cargo, fly to scout, and shine her light for entertainment for the Lost Boys Pirates. In battle, she takes advantage of her transformation into the Rainbow Crow to gain the ability to fly swiftly and gracefully through the air, evading attacks and launching aerial assaults with precision. Dark Rainbow's mastery of illusion manipulation allows her to create dazzling and disorienting spectacles, confusing her opponents and gaining the upper hand in combat. She can also unleash devastating attacks with her beak and wings, using her feathers as projectiles, and having her talons to grab, carry, and attack.

Strengths: The Bird-Bird Fruit, Mythical Model: Rainbow Crow grants the user the ability to transform into a rainbow crow, a mythical creature said to be one of the fastest birds in the world. In this form, the user gains a variety of enhanced physical abilities, including increased speed, agility, and strength. With the ability to fly, the user gains unparalleled mobility. Their enhanced physical attributes include speed, agility, and strength. The user's illusion manipulation allows them to create bright lights and illusions to confuse and disorient their opponents. Despite the appearance of the eyes, the user’s eyesight increases tenfold and is great for tracking when flying.

Weaknesses: The user has vulnerability to darkness, limited durability of the user's physical form, potential energy consumption leading to exhaustion, dependence on light sources, and susceptibility to emotional instability affecting control over abilities. Additionally, the user is still vulnerable to the standard Devil Fruit weaknesses, such as being unable to swim and being affected by sea prism stone.

Moves:

Spectrum Flight: Dark Rainbow can take to the skies with remarkable agility and grace, soaring like a rainbow crow. This flight allows her to travel swiftly and survey her surroundings.

Prismatic Plumage Blast: Dark Rainbow shoots her feathers from her wings, acting like bullets.

Chromatic Blades: Dark Rainbow would use her wings as blades to fight close combat.

Chorus of Illusion: Dark Rainbow can produce a mesmerizing song that creates illusions, causing opponents to see vivid and captivating images that distract and confuse them.

Rainbow Mirage: Dark Rainbow can create illusions of herself in multiple locations, making it challenging for enemies to determine her true location.

Abyssal Call: In her half-beast form, Dark Rainbow lets out a haunting, piercing screech that can immobilize, terrify, or disorient her opponents. It is where Dinah may learn her Canary Cry from.

Feathered Fangs: Dark Rainbow's teeth become as sharp as knives, allowing her to slice through objects and opponents. This technique is especially effective in close combat.

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milfzatannaz · 1 year

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I was in the constantine tag because i was hopeful for john content and saw an essay length post opening with how op never read hellblazer or any john constantine comic but they are going to ship him with batman anyway and johns going to teach him magic. It caused me pain so now I share with you.

wow! sounds utterly horrendous! i just finished my bi-hourly scroll and didn’t see that so I’m pretty sure OP has me blocked. i am so glad I’m so much of a fucking hater the batxjohn ppl decide to block me. I am aiming my bazooka at them

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omegasmileyface · 2 years

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Of All the People - ch. 2

Chapter 2! Once again written by @ectolemonades, @attackradish, and myself, with art in chapter 1 (linked below) from @toasty-ghosti!

whole fic summary: After a stupid dare puts Dash Baxter in the lab at Fentonworks during the middle of a ghost fight, he finds himself a little more spectral than usual. Apparently Danny Fenton’s gone through the same thing (someone has got to call OSHA on these guys eventually), and who could better help Dash than his hero? His lame, stubborn hero?

warnings: existential crises. In later chapters, Spectra.

words: 2817

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Danny glanced behind him, just in time to watch Dash hoist the Bazooka onto his shoulder and pull the trigger. An accomplished grin flashed across the jock’s face for a split second, before the barrel of the gun buckled from the stress of a jammed charge. The energy caught in the front of the gun, and its only release was out the back, where Dash held it clumsily against his chest. Danny screamed what might have been a warning as the shockwave shoved Dash into the base of a workbench, toppling it onto his thigh with a sickening crunch.

Danny was at his side in an instant, no longer caring about seeming reasonably human when his classmate could be dying . His hands flew across Dash's body like he could assess the damage that way and it wasn't enough to just look and see that oh God his chest was bent and still glowing —

"What the… Kid, was th—"

Danny scowled up at Johnny from where he was hunched ferally over Dash's ( unmoving ) form. Johnny looked taken aback and maybe the smallest bit apologetic but not at all remorseful. How dare he.

" Leave! Dash just fucking—" he's not dead he just "got hurt, I don't want to see you here, Johnny!"

"Kid, hey, I'm really sorry your—"

Danny fired an ectoblast at him. Maybe it was a little more potent than he had meant it to be, especially with a human right next to him ( oh God what if I made it worse ) but he was running out of patience. " Out! "

With a thoughtful and entirely needless frown, Johnny fled back through the portal.

Danny sat down to assess Dash's injuries. His shirt was singed, and ecto-burns peeked through the holes. Pain was still written on his face in unconsciousness, and the rich burnt-blood taste of agony lingered, heavy in the air.

When he fumbled for Dash’s wrist, he didn't find a pulse. Great job forgetting the pulse points, Fenton. He kept adjusting his grip. Kept feeling for a pulse. Desperate, he crushed his ear against Dash’s motionless chest. Silent. “It’s fine,” he mumbled. "CPR. This is just a CPR situation."

No time to call 911, nobody else around to do it. He put his stacked hands on Dash’s chest, ignoring the amount of ectoradiation it was putting off. He locked his elbows and started compressions. Why wasn't there in AED in this stupid lab? Two breaths. That had to be against OSHA regulations. Not that the rest of it wasn't. Resume compressions. Dash stayed unresponsive. Usually an unconscious human would have some kind of presence. Two breaths. No emotions, but at least a little something a ghost could pick up on.

And Danny felt alone in the room.

His arms were getting tired. (And he was getting this intuitive feeling that nothing was going to happen, no matter how long he kept up CPR.)

…This couldn’t be happening! Dash might’ve been a bully, made life Hell for uncountable Casper students, but he didn’t deserve anything like this . The thought of him dead made Danny’s stomach twist. His core felt brittle. Dash wasn't his friend, but he was his… classmate. He couldn’t just leave his classmate to die .

He pushed again, not just with his arms but with his will. Dash was going to get better. He demanded it of the universe, of Dash’s struggling cells and the ectoplasm the bazooka had dumped into them. Instinctually, he settled into the rhythm of an old ghost healing technique Pandora was teaching him. Imposing will on ambient ectoplasm, forcing it into a form, stitching together wounds and rebuilding organs. Ghost organs. He prayed that there was enough ectoplasm in Dash’s system to do some repairs. Without a core to accept them they wouldn’t be permanent, but they might last long enough to get to a doctor or for Dash’s body to heal itself. If this worked. Which it had to.

After minutes that took lifetimes, he stopped feeling the ectoplasm moving beyond his fingers. Whatever was in there had assumed its final shape. Dash’s body was unmoved, unchanged except for a leg that looked hopefully a bit more held together.

A quiet breath stirred the somber air. In seconds, another. Dash was breathing again. The grief Danny had been building melted off of him, leaving duty behind. Taking care of people? That, he could do.

With renewed purpose, he started planning. There was some basic first aid down here, but most of the good stuff was up in his room. Dash seemed stable enough to carry there. Danny didn’t want to risk going ghost when Dash might wake up at any moment, so with much awkwardness, he took up the six-foot-something football player bridal style and lugged him up the two sets of stairs to his room.

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It took a while for Dash to realize that the nonsensical blobs of color above his eyes meant he was awake. And alive. Ugh. Whatever he said about death earlier, consciousness was worse. He felt entirely paralyzed, with a body that was too heavy not to be chained down and too light to actually be there. In fact, he wouldn't have been able to tell it was there at all, if not for the stabbing pain in his left thigh and the hellish ache in his chest.

He tried to open his eyes before he realized his eyes must already be open. Everything was just… blurry. Okay. Simple enough to force everything back into focus.

…Back into focus. C'mon.

There.

Were those plastic glow stars?

"Where am I?"

He heard the rushed moving of furniture as, presumably, someone got up from a chair. Dash wasn't quite inclined to tilt his head to look.

"Ah! How are you feeling?"

Fenton. Nevermind. He willed his neck to turn so he could get a good look at the guy who should by no means be here, watching Dash wake up.

Fuck, that's right. This was Fenton Works, he had passed out in the lab. This was probably Fentwerp's room judging by the dweeby space shit (how did he even get him up here?), and Danny had just been watching him sleep.

The guy had seen him pass out on the lab floor and practically break his fucking leg holding some useless piece of junk.

He didn't like how that thought flustered him.

"Dash? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine . What do you care?" Dash's attempts to prop himself up on his elbows were cut off when his arms gave out underneath him. He tried to play it off as dramatic emphasis. It probably worked.

Danny's face was scrunched up in what shouldn't have been concern. "You look terrible. You dropped to the floor after a misfire and something fell on your leg. Why wouldn't I be worried?"

From Dash's memory, that description felt oddly vague and a little inaccurate. Did Fenton really miss that much of the scene? Or was Dash more confused than he thought?

"Well, back off. You're not my doctor, and I've had worse on the field anyway—" (God, he hoped that lie didn't sound as obvious to Fenton as it did to his own ears) "—so stop hovering over me like that!"

Danny's expression got a little harder. "You can be all embarrassed about it later. Right now, you're hurt, and you're resting until the morning.

"Just shut up, man." Dash tried again to prop himself up, with more success this time. He hid his pained grunts behind a growl of frustration. "Some of us are used to injuries. I'm leaving."

He found himself forced back down with a firm hand to the chest. Closed off.

His face went hot. He matched Danny's stare anyway.

Some dumbass dare wasn't worth any of this. Screw getting proof he'd broken in, Dash didn't want any reminders of all the shit he'd been through tonight! He just wanted out .

"Let me leave, dickweed! Leave me alone—"

"Your fucking heart wasn't beating, don't you dare tell me to leave you alone!"

A dam broke. Dash shoved at Danny's arms with all the strength his stupid half-conscious body could muster, because apparently he wasn't going to fucking listen. He never felt the push before there was a split second of energy— erratic, bristly, untamed energy racing down his arms and gathering in his hands and pushing until the barrier broke and the static ripped out from his palms — and a flash of yellow light.

Dash looked at his stinging hands and then at Danny, who was now standing several feet away, clutching his shoulder. It couldn't have been smoking. Neither could Dash's hands. Or the dark spot on the desk where Danny's other arm had been a second before. That just wouldn't make sense.

That would mean Dash hadn't imagined the energy release, or the light, like firing one of those practice ectoblasters at school (or the bazooka the way it had lit up and the energy was hot and cold and it was like drowning in TV fuzz while your heart was burned out of your body). And that would be impossible.

"…Shit." Danny didn't look surprised, or afraid, or even really in pain. He just looked resigned. And… mournful.

"What just…?" The hands. Dash turned his gaze back to his hands. They were the most interesting thing in the room, after all, having somehow fired what looked like an ectoblast despite Dash being completely unable to do that. Must have been someone else's hands or something. Dash Baxter couldn't do that.

"Dash," said Danny's voice, calm like he was consoling a crying toddler. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but did an ectoblast just come out of your hands?"

Dash's eyes got very wet with no warning and for no reason. He couldn't seem to break his staring contest with his impossible hands to wipe them dry.

"I…"

His hands. He had used a ghost power. There was nothing else inside his head— he had been overshadowed way too many times to be okay, and this wasn't that, this was him. That was his power. He had fired an ectoblast.

He was a ghost.

He was dead.

I AM DEAD.

"…I have superpowers."

He couldn't see Danny's face, looking down at the traitorous hands that he couldn't even feel several minutes ago, but he saw the other teen silently back up.

"I need…" I need help oh my God I'm dead what do I do everyone's gonna forget about me and I never got to see what happens after high school how am I going to ever feel okay "I need help. I, uh, training…" I need to talk to someone who understands. I need to find a ghost. To talk to. I need to understand I can't do this someone has to be able to help someone has to get it there'll be a ghost who would help me

Phantom would help me

"I need to find Phantom."

Dash lurched to his feet and tried to find the door.

"Dash, wait, how about we take another look while you're here? Make sure you're really okay? Dash?"

Danny followed him out into the hallway and down the stairs, orbiting but avoiding touching, talking the whole time. Dash didn't care. Nothing in this house where people got everything they threw against ghosts like him could help him.

"Dash!"

Danny grabbed his shoulders before he could head back out into the night. Vaguely, Dash thought he should shake off the touch, but he wasn't sure he could, and the contact was nice. It made him feel stable, and hopeful, and almost refreshed. His eyes were drawn to the clear blue of Danny's, and he decided to hear him out for just a bit.

"I promise you don't have to go out there on your own. I… I'll…" He sighed, and his gaze fell. "Let me show you something."

Danny closed his eyes and took a slow breath. A chill swept by, and unearthly light washed over his figure. When it faded, there was Phantom, already shaking off the touch of gravity. The feeling of hands on Dash's shoulders hadn't changed a bit, except that they now felt pleasantly cool through his jacket. He started to feel the energy that was always there in a ghost attack, except it didn't make him afraid this time. He didn't know if that was because this was only Phantom, or because Dash was dead now , or if he was just that tired.

This was Phantom, floating in front of him, with a growing expression of worry. Dash was sure of that much, at least. The hands on his shoulders were loosening with hesitation, but they were the same as the ones that had grabbed him half a minute ago. The room was filled with an unnatural halo now, but the light behind Phantom's radioactive eyes was just the same as the one that had made Danny's stand out in the dark. They were the same.

This was Danny Phantom, and at the same time, it had never stopped being Danny Fenton.

Oh, shit.

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