Getting told you look beautiful when tied to a bed spread eagle on your stomach, blindfolded with a plug in your ass and red marks from a flogger on your back and ass hits different.
425 notes
·
View notes
Jazz thought she knew her parents. I mean they were idiots and stubbornly held their awful beliefs but she always thought that when Danny finally tells them . Reveals his identity they would turn around.
Jazz loved her parents. Even with their ghost obsession. She still believes their love would conquer that. That they would feel regret for their many threats and attacks against Danny
Jazz also loved Danny. She loved how much of an idiot her little brother could be . How he would always try to look out for his friends and sister. Even if he could be a little gremlin.
That illusion shattered when one day when she came home Danny was not to be found anywhere in the house. Weird, there was no news about any fights... He must be out with his friends
Three hours . It took her three hours to realize something was wrong.
A non breathing Danny.
A broken portal.
She just kept hitting Maddie and Jack. They weren't moving anymore.
She needed to get away.
She needed to get out.
She gathered her brother up.
12 pieces.
Too much blood.
Then she woke up in Gotham. It's fine.
She got herself an apartment. A job . She sewed her brother back together. He'll be fine. He recovered from much worse. Before she knows anything he'll be back.
She - his heart still beat so softly that it might as well have been her imagination. BUT still that must be because he's a halfa. It must be it. Otherwise. . . no use thinking that.
There is a smell of rot and burning flesh coming from his room. Must be a halfa thing. If only she had access to the far frozen. She has been trying to build a portal but it's been hard. The blueprints themselves are almost unintelligible, and she can't understand the mad writing of jack and Madeline.
It was another normal day. Ah well the new normal. Jazz had been trying to clean around the areas around the sutures.
"Jazz." She perked up. It had been months. May-
"You can't keep doing this.". Danny was still stiff as a corpse. And that pulse is still as soft as ever. But she knows her little gremlin was still alive as he can be.
"Please, remember? You always told me to take care of yourself. Take your own advice" and Danny was right. Well even if it was just a hallucination. He was right. Jazz should maybe take a break. After all for the last few months she had been only focusing on Danny and the portal.
So came a different routine. That led to meeting Jason.
And they became closer. And he became frequenting her apartment. She made sure to lock Danny's room. The guest room.
After a few months. Jazz finally introduced Jason to her little brother.
Jason found no pulse. He found a corpse on the bed.
288 notes
·
View notes
I need Viktor to slap it across my face till the veins leave print marks across my cheek. Sir, I would slurp out that terminal illness in one go, Id suck him so hard he'd look like that fish's grandma from Spongebob that hates chocolate.
Arcane is so damn unrealistic--not because of magic, Vastayans, or weird ass shimmer-induced powers. But because Viktor is SOMEHOW a frowned upon man in Piltover that the people don't like too much and don't often spare a second glance at.
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? HAVE YOU SEEN THAT MAN?
There is NO way that half the Academy wasn't posted up outside his office every day trying to have his babies. You can't just drop the most toe-curling, back-arching, eye-rolling, mind-numbing man in front of people and tell them nobody likes him and push a narrative of him being lonely. It aint happening.
159 notes
·
View notes