#emo moss writes

[sweaty-confetti]

crowley who has to physically fucking restrain himself from needing to touch aziraphale not even sexually just needing to be wrapped around him and his face nuzzled into his neck or cuddled up to him because fucking snakes seek out fucking warmth and aziraphale exudes the warmth of overwhelming love (but not just love for the creatures of the world, not just the regular all consuming angelic love, it’s stronger somehow, it’s different) and the gentle and enveloping warmth of the sun and crowley has to step away to stop fucking snake instincts from wanting to wrap himself up in him and feel that warmth and safety fill his blood and body and feel the tension drain from his woefully serpentine and painfully human form (the sun is 93 million miles away from the earth, aziraphale is 3 feet away from crowley and feels even farther)

#emo moss talks #ummmm what the hell possessed me here okayyyy #good omens #emo moss writes #not really but eh #gomens #gomens 2 #good omens 2 #snake Crowley #crowley #Aziraphale #anthony j crowley #aziracrow #ineffable spouses #aziraphale and Crowley #ineffable husbands #ineffable idiots #ineffable divorce #azirafell

[dominolemon]

Sonic prime AU where Shadow also got alternate versions of himself in each universe

(I’m planning on also making Sonic designs as well)

For no place I imagine him to also be a captain like Dread but a bit more intimidating in a sense, he would probably be less prone to anger like Dread and listen to reason easier, but he would still be as agnsty and emo as ever but in captain form

For New Yoke city I imagine him to be more of a vigilante like we already see him do a lot, he’s a bit similar to Rusty Rose but he only dresses like a robot to not get spotted by anyone. I did also take away his arm (I honestly don’t no why I just felt like I should) another thing I don’t think he would really have the air shoes like usual, he would have spikes on the tips of his shoes to get to places easier like climbing.

For boscage I could see him still mysterious and stuff but I imagine him to be a little bit more afraid confused and understanding of things, he could also be a little bit insane. He’s dressed in moss and leaves like the others and his rings would be made out of a heavy stone or something

Note I finished this at 3 AM and it’s currently 4AM writing this so if any of this doesn’t make sense just don’t question it I re read it like 15 times and my brain is to goop to even comprehend everything-

#sonic prime #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the ultimate lifeform #shadow the hedgehog #sonic prime shadow #shadow fanart #the ultimate life form

[dontsteponsnek]

sims 4 HUGE midwest (ish) emo post hardcore punk band posters cc! hi! these are my first cc's so they are pretty sloppy but i was so excited to do them tbh. this one is with 50 albums! here they are: 1. the get up kids – something to write home about 2. jets to brazil – orange rhyming dictionary 3. fall out boy – take this to your grave 4. archers of loaf – icky mettle 5. jawbreaker – 24 hour revenge therapy 6. fugazi – red medicine 7. rilo kiley – take offs and landings 8. sunny day real estate – the rising tide 9. team dresch – personal best 10. death cab for cutie – you can play these songs with chords 11. saves the day – in reverie 12. sunny day real estate – diary 13. moss icon – complete discography 14. the used – the used 15. fall out boy – from under the cork tree 16. jimmy eat world – clarity 17. the juliana theory – understand this is a dream 18. penfold – amateurs and professionals 19. panic! at the disco – a fever you cant sweat out 20. dag nasty – can i say? 21. brand new – your favorite weapon 22. brand new – deja entendu 23. sunny day real estate – how it feels to be something on 24. the promise ring – nothing feels good 25. brand new – daisy 26. brand new – science fiction 27. hawthorne heights – the silence in black and white 28. orchid – orchid (gatefold) 29. my chemical romance – i brought you my bullets, you brought me your love 30. mineral – the power of failing 31. braid – frame & (and) canvas 32. saves the day – stay what you are 33. rival schools – united by fate 34. pretty girls make graves – good health 35. brand new – the devil and god are raging inside me 36. texas is the reason -  do you know who you are? 37. la dispute – somewhere at the bottom of the river between vega and altair 38. q and not u – no kill no beep beep 39. fall out boy – (fall out boy’s) evening out with your girlfriend 40. one last wish – 1986 41. american fooball – american football 42. taking back sunday – where you want to be 43. taking back sunday – tell all your friends 44. cursive – (cursive’s) domestica 45. jawbreaker – dear you 46. bright eyes – i’m wide awake, it’s morning 47. the get up kids – four minute mile 48. farside – the monroe doctrine 49. saves the day – through being cool 50. rites of spring – rites of spring https://drive.google.com/file/d/1XfLUIRiJKz1D3YHdG629N1ro0Z3D0-Zw/view?usp=sharing

#sims 4 #the sims cc #sims 4 cc #sims 4 custom content #poster #album #real emo #emo #midwest emo #post hardcore #pop punk #screamo #the get up kids #jawbreaker #jets to brazil #fall out boy #archers of loaf #fugazi #rilo kiley #sunny day real estate #sdre #team dresch #mcr #my chemical romance #death cab for cutie #dcfc #fob #moss icon #the used #jimmy eat world

[dawnfire-nate]

little mha ocs info

I'm bored so here's a bit about some ocs of mine, mostly focusing on Akumu Bousou and Yatsude Bousou (don't think I ever mentioned Yatsude but he's Akumu's twin) but I'll also talk about Kokoro Maboroshi, an oc I haven't mentioned before

Akumu Bousou:

Akumu is a trans libra-boy (mostly agender but a bit boi) he/him they/them it/its he's Apothisexual and Panromantic Demiromantic (don't call him a pandemic, he hates that joke) he's in class 1-A he often keeps essential oils, he isn't those crazies who think it'll fix all his issues but he likes to hope that they'll help at least a bit (I don't believe oils help much but I'mma still add it to my ocs, I may try them someday because who knows, they may work) oils he has: eucalyptus - sleep and anxiety lavender - carry around for stress rose - aromatherapy massage for anxiety and period pains chamomile - depression (I did search up how these oils work and stuff) his favorite drink is elderflower tea his favorite foods are gyudon and tempura he isn't much for sweets but when he feels like it he'll have something like pocky but most of the time he goes for dark chocolate or licorice he likes rock, indie, metal, and punk music! especially the sad/emo stuff his outfits are inspired by cybergoth and dark academia though some are just causal stuff he for some reason bought a fake brass dog head and now just keeps it on his desk and sometimes put things like pencils in it's eyes for later his hobbies: reading writing parkour/freerunning DnD drawing singing caring for plants (mostly mushrooms and moss) (cw // these playlist contain songs that mention su!c!de, self hatred, and violence) playlist https://open.spotify.com/playlist/7ByPiO7Mkdhjf1QWI66VzK?si=98070ff779494b1c clean playlist https://open.spotify.com/playlist/14jq7zIfEWuHWLnCLSWJ1y?si=24adb1cbd9f247d1 Sleeper's playlist https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2o4N5vJtrzvWEZvm6B2tk8?si=5ffb07b9924c49e6 Sleeper's clean playlist https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4hD2TGz3NO1NqdORFTKCSR?si=f9ba1d9e8f2d464a

Yatsude Bousou

Yatsude is cisgender male he/him he's heteroflex he's in class 1-B his favorite drink is raspberry tea and milk tea his favorite food is eggs! he loves sweet things! often putting sugar in some of his foods, main one being rice with eggs and sugar (rice with butter, salt, and a bit of sugar and two raw eggs mixed in the rice with a bit more sugar and salt) he loves indie pop and pop rock! especially happy songs I haven't decided his outfits yet but I thinking I'll have his outfits inspired by cottagecore and dark academia he once broke his mirror and decided to just cover the cracks with moss and fake gold his hobbies: DnD dressing up repurposing trash collecting sewing whipping puppetting playlist https://open.spotify.com/playlist/7fmfINkYsKFcSy7zNcSZnw?si=f6d3e81d934f4a84 clean playlist https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4NHJcKWdn0PjOycLjkhMsQ?si=a11bdc1a92584871 picrew used: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/1414503 (cw // this picrew has body horror)

Kokoro Maboroshi

Kokoro is cisgender male he/him she/her he's aroace he's class 1-B he's 16 his favorite drink is honey milk his favorite food is strawberry yogurt he prefers salty snacks he enjoys folk-pop and piano rock I haven't really decided on many outfits or aesthetics for him except for his main outfit which is a turtle neck with a sweater over it and gloves and also angelcore. the main reason he wears such warm clothes is because of his quirk quirk: his quirk is Ghostly Presence, he can do ghost things like become intangible, vanish, go through walls, etc but the drawback is that he becomes really cold and if he stays ghost like for too long his senses get all messed up rest of this is to be continued when I finish him no playlist right now! I will make one for him soon picrew used: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/708151 (cw // this picrew has blood)

#mha #mhaocs #my hero academia #my hero academia ocs

[telekinetic-issue]

I’m sorry I got emo over a particular timeskip in clangen so I had to write it up.

“Downykit?” Hazelpaw mews, reaching out a paw to the tiny kit nestled in the medicine den. Blood surrounds the kit’s head, dried on the fur around her mouth and chin. Her body is icy cold, and Hazelpaw realizes with horror that the little kit has gone on to her ancestors in StarClan.

“Darkstripe, Downykit is gone,” Hazelpaw tells her mentor as she moves to the back of the medicine den to fetch Whitecreek’s next dose of herbs for her case of greencough. Darkstripe doesn’t answer, which is unusual for the generally chatty tom. Heart sinking, Hazelpaw nudges the medicine cat roughly, heart shattering as his body flops to the side. The frostbite must have been too bad.

“No, no!” Hazelpaw panics, fur fluffed on end and tail lashing. How could she have let them die?

Blackfeather comes to her side then, wrapping his tail around her and nuzzling into her side. “It’s not your fault, Hazelpaw. Sometimes these things just happen, as the will of StarClan. We’ll be all right.”

“What will I say to my parents?” Hazelpaw meows, voice flat and empty of emotion. Her little sister was dead. They’d be crushed. She wants nothing more than to see her living siblings, but they would undoubtedly be out on patrol at this time of morning.

“I’ll tell them. Rest. Squirreltail will tend to their bodies.”

Hazelpaw shakes her head. “No. I’ll take care of Downykit,” she meows adamantly.

Blackfeather studies her for a moment, tail-tip twitching. “Okay. I’ll be back soon.”

Hazelpaw tenderly wipes the blood away from Downykit’s body with damp moss and cleans the little kit’s fur with care. She hears a wail from across camp and soon after, Stemtail rushes in to see her daughter. She and Hazelpaw sit with their heads bowed a moment until Thrushfern joins them, twining his tail with his mate’s and leaning into Hazelpaw.

“You did nothing wrong,” he murmurs to Hazelpaw. “She would be proud of you.”

“Do you think so?” Hazelpaw asks hollowly.

“I know so,” Thrushfern replies. “We’ll get through this.”

The vigil that night for their two fallen clanmates is solemn and sentimental. Hazelpaw sits with her surviving siblings and parents, keeping watch until the dawn rises and she finds she has no strength to accompany the warriors to the grave site. Stemtail licks her forehead and gently orders her back to the medicine den. Hazelpaw curls, numb, into her nest and falls into a dreamless, grief-stricken sleep, hoping things will look better when she wakes.

#clangen #tele writes #warrior cats

[crawlingbetweenearthandheaven]

what do you do in your spare time?

hey!

I like reading (especially things about history, cultural history, natural history, the occult, folklore, folk horror, old ways, stone circles, moorland, wild things, gothic, ghost stories, the sublime - currently re-reading GHOST WALL by Sarah Moss), writing, going to the pub and trying weird local ales, walking (stone circles, moorland, there's a museum of folklore near me, rivers and canals and lots of mountains), going on trains (mostly to the above walks, but also to nearby cities and towns or down to London to see friends or over to Wales for mountains or to the seaside for sea-fever) going to gigs (synths, folk, post-punk, math rock, post-hardcore, midwest emo, pop punk, etc etc), travelling (next trip: USA!), playing with cat, watching telly with boyfriend, seeing friends and family..

currently planning a solo jaunt to Northumberland to go to Lindisfarne and hear the sea on the shore at night

#personal #ask #anon #about me

[gloam-eyed-radio-tower]

January 29th, 2024

About me: I don't even know if I am using a consistent dating format. I sometimes, well... rather often get lonely, if I was just just alone in the world I think I would be fine. I would walk along the vastness of my town and for the first time it would look the same as I see it from my point of view, the illusion would end and everything that troubles me would fade. I want to go and visit great museums and galleries and get some desserts and take pictures with them with friends and go to the woods bordering the city like nature is trying to nurture what is no longer there with its palms. I want to be there having a picnic or maybe if its snow throw myself into it. Have a walk late at night at 2am with someone, stopping at the swings to try and grab a star so I could give it to them... But I feel awkward ? I don't know how I feel but I can tell when people don't enjoy my company and I'm not sure what to do. I tried to do what other people wanted of me but that just left me alone, tried acting how people wanted me to act but I guess its easy to see through the act and that just distances them away from me. I am at a point where if I do act like myself I think I would be rude, not overall but specifically to people I love the most. I would probably think ,, how could you love me so much and do this to me,, or something along those lines, so I distance myself from those who are closest to me in order not to hurt them or upset them and that distances me even more. I feel awkward. I can keep myself calm and I can keep my life peaceful and pleasant. I'm trying not to get into smoking too much, I don't know why I find it pleasant...uhmmm idk what else is new, I guess I just want a less boring life and I guess I started smoking because its just a new excitement at the moment. I feel awkward, I really want to start drawing again and pour myself into something , I will overflow , the tank will explode and I'm not sure that whatever pond is made out of it is a place where ducks could live. pee ass: riki was on my hand it was really hard to write any of this

Something cool: I think its a good idea to do a section above myself and another one where I get to nerd out about whatever I want. ill keep it short because I couldn't keep it so in the section above and I am getting tired so todays topic is going to be.... THIS NEW SECTION I JUST STARTED WOAHHHH :O where I could rant and write about whatever interest I have and there are plentyyy !!!! I stopped nerding out to friends and stuff they would prob tell my they don't mind it and like that about me but I'd just feel annoying so here it goes... ugm this is already plenty long and I started talking about myself again I utterly failed :< . Lets do fast waves of emo classifications , some left to my interpretation: Wave one would be the emocore scene with Rites of Spring being the 1st emo band of all time, its still closely related and basically still is post-hardcore, I probably like Moss Head the most out of them all. This wave started in the mid 80s and would continue to the start of the 90s with midwest emo starting the 2nd wave of emo. Bordering wave 1 and 2 I would put stuff like Sunny Day Real-Estate, Jawbreaker and Cap'n'Jazz ( the singer is the brother of the singer and guitarist of American Football and the drummer is him !!!) . I guess I would put Jimmy Eats world as the main influence of 3rd wave emo ( the 2000s yucky one that got popular ) with emo becoming more poppy with emo pop and genres like pop-punk being affiliated with it. My favourite from this era would probably be Johnny Foreigner. Wave 4 is emo revival with it mostly consisting of indie midwest emo acts with the main influence being Brave Little Abacus. Like shoegaze and slowcore the revival era mostly consists of a lot of boring music that doesent reinvent anything new, I personally dont like Modern Baseball at all, but there are a lot of good acts here that I like but I just wanted to shit on the popular normie one. Fifth Wave emo I named myself and I think I got the name the most accurate so far and I would call it bedroom emo as it consists of solo artists making emo from their room on their own, using a lot of digital software instead of real instrument and mixing genres like noise-pop and slacker rock with emo. Some of the acts from this era would be Weatherday and Parannoul but I feel too tired is 4:30 and I want to end the world.

"But I woke up this morning with a piece of past caught in my throat? And then I choked. "

#Spotify

[calamity-unlocked]

No one:

Me: OK but the Moss Men. The Moss Men. Imagine being a semi-immortal creature living in harmony with nature and your world. It is peaceful and simple. Your race is not extremely intelligent or clever - but you don't need to be. Nature provides. And then one day everything you know is destroyed as alien beings invade and conquer your planet. You're one of the unlucky ones who gets taken alive. You never see your kind or your world again. Somehow you escape, and you wander this strange new place. You chase pearlescent butterflies - one of the few things that remind you of home - and shy away from people because they look so much like the ones who've hurt you. You are lonely.

OR

All of this. But instead of that aimless freedom you remain chained in a confined room for hundreds of years, a metal collar scratching and chafing until the moss that once grew there has died and made way for lichen. You are experimented upon. The slimy-skinned creatures prod and probe you. They want your regeneration abilities, but you know not how to give it to them. They take nevertheless. There used to be a small blue-haired girl who snuck in from time to time, but you rarely see her anymore these days. It never ends. Time blurs. You are lonely.

#amphibia #getting emo over side characters again #ive made up a whole story about these two #in my head theyre mates #not as in romantically or sexually #but spiritually #always looking for the familiarity of each other #but after being seperated for a milennia theyve lost the memory of their other half #IM EMO OK #the moss men #calamity’s writing #kinda #it's 2 am

[aureliobooks]

Out of context quote :) - “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to. Everything’s so fuzzy, I forgot.” He cried, the words slurring together.

( I’m Worried!!! What’s happening here!!! Is everyone okay!!! )

“I’m not talking to a dead god,” Ronan muttered. “I’m sure Shivaroth would be more than willing to help, I don’t doubt that at all, but I can’t face the risks. The realm of dreams is perilous even without being marked for death, and I don’t think the luck I have will hold out long enough to let me get the answers he can provide. Aevar would find me through him, and then -”

send me an out of context quote from your WIP and I’ll respond with an out of context quote from mine!

#ur quote made me emo !!!!!!!! ah!!!!! #asks #velvet-moss #levi writes #sevensworn wip

[poormeowmeowcollector]

When In Doubt, Be A Snake

Warnings: snakes, physical contact with snakes, selective muteness

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Summary: Loki is having a bad day and you decide to comfort him. But you didn't expect certain copying mechanisms from them

Notes: inspired by this work by @bouncydragon also, the gif is not what Loki looks like, but it has the vibes

Read on AO3

You knock on Loki's door, balancing the tray of fruits and tea in your hand. "Can I walk in? I've got you some treats," you ask.

As you expected, no one answers.

"I'll count to three, if you don't say no, I'm walking in," you decide, slowly counting out loud. And, as you promised, you open the door after saying three.

The room is quiet, not a single sign of Loki. You sigh and sit on a nearby couch, waiting for something.

Until something shiny catches your eye in the bedroom. You walk closer, surprised when you see a green snake, just a bit longer than your arm, slithering around on the wooden floor.

"Hello, little one. How did you get here?" you ask. Snakes can hear, right? And they probably smelled you as well.

They turn their head to you, sticking their tongue out and wiggling it. "Are you friendly?" you wonder and kneel, watching as they stay still and stare at you. "You didn't attack me, so friendly. I have some snacks, your owner doesn't want them. Some fruits and things. Are you interested?" you ask as if the snake can answer. They crawl closer, bumping their head to your fingertip.

"The owner, as you idiotically said, is right here," Loki's voice echoes in your head, clear as a bell but with his actual accent instead of the Allspeak one. You stare at the snake again, noticing the black pattern and the golden patch on its head, almost like Loki's helmet.

"Loki, are you the snake?" you ask, regretting whatever life choice led you to this point. And the snake nods a yes. Okay, you're going insane.

"Okay, em… do you still want the fruits and tea? And, could we sit anywhere but the floor?" Loki lays his head on your hand this time.

"Yes, of course. Just go on the couch, I'll be there shortly," they hum and move back, waiting for you to leave. You nod and do as he said, waiting on the couch.

Instead of the snake, the actual Loki comes and sits beside you, handing over a piece of paper. You nod and start reading, letting Loki take your left hand and play with it since you know that they will start picking their own hands if you don't let them.

"Okay, and why did you turn back?" you ask, but your hand is more fascinating than your words. "You know, you could just cut off my hand and keep it," you scoff, almost to yourself.

But this time, Loki does respond with a low hm. "I said, why did you turn back? You wrote you're more comfortable as a snake," you repeat.

"Oh, it's easier to write when having hands," he answers, again using telepathy instead of language, and leaving your hand aside. Their green light covers them as they turn back to a snake, and snuggle near your thigh. "You can have the tea," he informs you.

You let them get comfortable and go fetch the tea from the coffee table, but Loki decides to crawl into your hand and towards the tray. "You can just ask for some," you sigh, feeling his retreat in your lap. "Do you want the whole bowl or just pieces?" Loki points at the bowl with their tail. You nod and leave it beside him on the couch.

But no matter what size Loki readjusts as, they cannot get a bite from there. "Could you lend me a nice mammalian hand?" he asks, staring at you with his big green eyes and flicking his tongue at you. You chuckle at the demand since being called a mammal is not exactly easy to get used to, and fetch a grape from the bowl, giving it to Loki.

As they try to eat it, their fangs bite you, venom making the wound sting. "Hey, be careful," you growl and press the bite, hoping the bleeding will stop. Loki bumps on it with his head, making it heal on a tickling light. "Thank you," you smile and pet their head before choosing another fruit.

This time, you lay the strawberry piece on your hand and let Loki take it from there. And he didn't bite you in the process. You let them tangle themselves around your armpit and rest their head near your wrist, ready for the next treat.

Apparently, snake Loki is much more gluttonous and has less impulse control than Æsir Loki. You didn't manage to take maybe five sips of your tea before he emptied the bowl. You know that actual snakes need to go hide in a hole for a few days after eating, but Loki doesn’t follow that pattern. Instead, they crawl in you and yank the rest of their cold and slippery body into your shirt, resting their head in your shoulder.

“If you even think of spitting those out on me, I will skin you and make gloves,” you snarl.

“Relax, I’m not a snake on the inside,” he reassures you. You sigh and choose to believe them, hoping they are right.

"Well, did anything happen?" you ask, taking a sip of your tea and watching as Loki gets bigger and snuggles harder against you.

"Why are you asking?" his voice never gets lower or higher, but you can feel how relaxed he is.

"Because, usually, something happens and you go mute. So, did something happen?" you don't consider thinking before speaking. But Loki has been used to this, luckily for both of you.

"Just remembered old things, nothing bad. It should be better after some time," they hum, trying to keep the calm tone. You don't answer, but move your hand up and scratch Loki's neck with your fingertip, feeling them relax under your touch, their tail flickering happily like a dog's.

"Do you feel like discussing them?" you ask, knowing all so well how much venting helps Loki. But he nods a no against your shoulder and hides beneath your sleeve.

There, they stop moving altogether, and you're sure they're falling asleep. So, you stop moving as well and act like the good pillow you apparently are.

He starts relaxing their body and gets crushed by his weight as he turns back to Asgardian, still clenching on you and ripping your shirt in the process. You sigh and decide not to move them, you don't know if the "remembering" of this old thing allowed them to get some decent rest and you won't take it away from them.

But you do remove his shoes and lay down, letting him fall with you and adjusting his body into something more comfortable. They react by moving in their sleep, turning to their side and changing your role from a pillow to a teddy bear. You hug the cold hands that hold you there, gazing at the moss green wall in front of you before the lack of movement makes you sleep as well.

You wake up at three in the morning, Loki still holding you close as he slowly wakes up as well. You turn around, giving in to the smile creeping out at the adorable image. Their eyes are still half-closed, trying to adjust to bring awaken, their lips are puffed and rosy, barely closing their mouth. His hair is in messy knots, edges pointing out here and there and his cheek has the texture of the knitted pillow printed on it from staying there for too long. You move a lock of hair away from their face, brushing their scalp as you pass it behind their ear.

"You know, you look adorable right now," you grin, almost disappointed at how he scoffs away your compliment. "No, I mean it," you insist. They turn away and hide their face in the pillow, but you can still see the blush turning their ears bright red.

"It burns like Hel, I hate you," he groans, voice low and throaty from either the sleep or the lack of usage.

Without thinking, you throw your arms around them and into a tight embrace. He freezes for a second, before curling back to you and holding you just there.

"You deserve a treat for feeling better. How about some ice cream?" you smile against their shoulder.

"It's three in the morning," he argues.

"Oh, yeah, I forgot. Crepes?" you snuggle on their neck.

"Crepes it is," you feel their chest shaking as they purr the words, pushing you away only so they can get up and straighten their shirt. You pass your elbow through his, grinning as you pace towards the kitchen to make those precious crepes.

~~~~~

Taglist[open]: @lucywrites02 @electroma89 @the-emo-asgardian

#loki x reader #loki fanfiction #loki fanfic #loki marvel #loki #reader insert #snakes #tw snakes #tw muteness #selective mutism #mutism #tooth rotting fluff #loki fluff #fluff without plot #fluff #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction #one shot #fanfiction #fanfic

[serenawitchwriter]

BNHA fusion (minor cast/Deku)

IzuYami

Goth™

Emo™

DRAMATIC™

fluffy feathers

monologues

advanced shadow control and counting dark shadow, nine spirits that can come out of them

constantly playing with their cloak

swish swish

will cry if you’re nice to them

incredibly creative

good at drawing

fears their own power and is incredibly cautious as a result

writes poetry and short stories

a gentle soul

broods alone, looks kinda stupid

tends to get caught up in his own dramatics and forgets the world around him

gets along surprising well with the Aoyama

seems to be having fun

MomoDeku

insecure

perfect

that frustrating friend who doesn’t believe you when you say they’e perfect

literally the smartest person you’ll ever meet

like Nedzu level smarts

probably has tea with Principal Nedzu

uses big words that you have no chance of knowing

talks to themselvesX2

THE MOST ATTRACTIVE PERSON

long dark curly hair and freckles with an Elvin face

Rube Goldberg plans and strategies that run too smoothly to be real

looks yandere when they get serious or angry but isn’t one

QUEEN

so gentle most of the time

does crafts when anxious

the crafts get progressively more absurd the more anxious they are

Jirou walked in and found them working a loom. they could have just pulled tapestry out of their body fully formed but instead they made a loom and actually wove it

gives gifts and crafts to all their friends

made action figures of all their classmates

the prettiest smile

has a crush on Todoroki

KouDeku

soft

still selectively mute

still literally a disney princess, constantly surrounded by animals

animalistic. izuku’s feral energy, and kouda socializing more with animals than people adds up to a person who moves and sometimes acts like an animal.

is particularly predatory when defending loved ones, children, and animals.

doesn’t need to speak to show emotions. is incredibly expressive

still has a rock shaped head, but is covered in a soft short green fur over his entire body. people are going to compare them to the Grinch or the moss monster in Creepshow. they don’t deserve that

baby with big green eyes

cries easily

deceptively clever

strong and fast. will tackle/pounce on you like a wild animal and you don’t stand a chance

draws a lot, particularly still life’s, scenery, and animals

surprisingly easy to make angry, they have a strong moral code and will get mad if you go against it

besties with the mutant types

old soul

probably knits to wind down at the end of the day.

master of giving dirty or sarcastic looks. again they don’t have to speak to express what they’re thinking. this is particularly funny with Bakugou because they’ll give him a ‘you’re an idiot’ look and Bakugou will yell at them to say it again even though they’ve said nothing

subtly manipulative. which is impressive given their muteness

probably has a predator animal companion. i want to say a tiger or a bear. bear would fit more aesthetically.

also has a ferret companion, named Lucky. whether that name is accurate remains to be seen

ShojiDeku

tentacles

tol and stronk, boy is even more solid muscle than either are alone, could bench press a building

still wears a mask. green eyes, curly silver hair, might have freckles but the mask covers them

scarred arms

respects women

very gentle

insanely creative with their quirk. they use mainly Izuku’s tentacles and strength because their body can handle it and it’s so freaking versatile. add enhanced senses and they’re basically prepared for anything

has a crush on Tsuyu

spends most of their time alone, but in a content way.

quiet

likes to climb things, buildings, trees, walls. they like to be high up

will pat shorter friends heads, like the gentle giant they are

can absolutely still go feral but have to be pushed pretty far to get to that point

genuinely likes to study

is good at science

likes to clean and fix things

good at repairs

finds catharsis and improving situations

AoDeku

chronic pain

cloud-like yellow hair with glitter in it, they try to style it, but it actively fights them. still covered in glitter

a weird, nervous smile

long eyelashes and purple doe eyes

didn’t get the freckles but will draw them on with makeup

full of anxiety and fear

weird laugh.

genuinely doing their best

get’s frustrated with people who aren’t trying

loves bread and cheese

multilingual

a fantastic artist. likes to paint

loves fantasy as a genre

prone to having deep fantasies and daydreams

they like to imply they’re magic/ psychic/ a witch and will read your palm and predict the future fairly accurately but really they’re just good at analysis

magic becomes their hero theme

can shoot lasers from any body part, can even make laser tentacles, but the backlash is bad

hates the hospital with a passion

struggles to ask for help or talk to adults

is actually pretty quiet most of the time. genuinely shy

don’t be mean to them, it’s like hurting a baby dear

has a tired cynical side but they don’t like that side of themselves

has a quiet sort of wisdom that goes far in helping their friends

HagaDeku

mischievous

cheeky

invisible

invisible tentacles, also imagine getting his by someone with super strength when you can’t see them.  flout with invisibility is also a scary combination

really positive

wears way too many accessories

talks a lot

bubbly

scary when they go silent, the type to spy and eavesdrop

will also just disappear sometimes. sometimes they’re just recharging after being too social, sometimes they are fighting villains

recovery girls nightmare. can you imagine performing surgery on someone you can’t see. if they just lose consciousness somewhere they’ll be hard to find

loves pop music

an all might stan

ships their friends

gets bored easily, will go and find trouble if it gets too bad

follows other chaotic people around, including the teachers. 

is considered really creepy, has definitely been called a stalker in the past

a master of psychological warfare

likes sweets

plays dnd and collects dice

(masterlist)

#fusion au #mha #tokodeku #momodeku #koudeku #shojideku #aodeku #yuma aoyagi #yaoyorozu momo #kouda kouji #shojimezo #midoriya izuku #tokoyami fumigake #bnha #serenawitchwriter

[sweaty-confetti]

i got super ill about the homestuck kids’ accents and wrote a whole thing

john: your stereotypical american accent that one thinks of, californian but diluted basically. says you guys a lot. pronounces wash kind of like warsh. also sometimes uses weirdly formal language, like television instead of TV, refrigerator instead of fridge, even automobile instead of car - dad’s fault. trained himself out of it cause he thought it was embarrassing, but slips up sometimes.

rose: somewhat of a transatlantic accent, including the speech patterns. picked it up from old tv shows and movies because she didn’t want to sound like roxy-mom (who has a thick mixture of a new york/boston/rhode island accent). but growing up with roxy-mom, she has a bit of that accent too - so it’s this weird mixture of 30% stereotypical American, 50% transatlantic, 20% boston accent. 

dave: texan accent, courtesy of dirk!bro, who spoke in the most stereotypical drawling texan accent ever. as he got older he started to think it wasn’t cool, so he started masking it, but it’s still there. gets stronger when he expresses emotion or when he forgets to mask it. gratuitous use of the word y’all. doesn’t say it over text but it’s a habit in real life. drops g’s at the end of words, like singin’, fuckin’, etc.

jade: obviously had no outside contact with other people other than with grandpa, so she has a slight british accent - kept up with learning to talk by watching youtube videos, so the accent isn’t very strong. also, even before going god tier, had weird canine vocalizations picked up from bec, like growling, whining, even sometimes howling, etc.

jane: very similar to john’s, but sounds…older? not transatlantic, but similar to late 19th century-early 20th century accents, with song-like intonation and faint r’s. heavy emphasized consonants and slight vowel merging with e and i, such that pen and pin sound virtually the same. all in all, what you’d imagine a canadian from the 1800s talks like. 

roxy: the goddamn heaviest stereotypical new york accent ever. a weird super heavy mix of queens and staten island accent she learned entirely for shits and giggles, and also to annoy rose-mom. not very nasally though, unless she’s trying to annoy someone on purpose. a lot of the word like thrown in. doesn’t say it over text, but it’s a habit irl. 

dirk: the flattest most unplaceable standard american accent ever, apart from a hint of a texan accent. learned to talk from the internet and robots, but when he was very young used to repeatedly watch videos that dave!bro left for him and programmed around the house. dave!bro had a heavy texan accent, which is where he picked that up from. drops g’s at the end of words, like singin’, fuckin’, etc.

jake: really heavy, stereotypically posh british accent that sounds like what an american thinks a british person sounds like. but he’s 100% genuine about it and there’s no real explanation for why he does it, other than the fact that when he was very young he used to repeatedly watch grandma’s favorite movies - old british movies. now it’s just a habit and he can’t be trained out of it.

#emo moss talks #homestuck #emo moss writes #beta kids #alpha kids #homestuck kids #homestuck humans #john egbert #june egbert #rose lalonde #john Crocker #jade Harley #jade english #dave strider #jane Crocker #jane egbert #dirk strider #jake english #jake harley #mom lalonde #bro strider #strilondes #homestuck beta kids #homestuck alpha Kids

[wxlfbites]

The Image of Self

01.14.22

What I find most confusing about my wolf identity is the lack of stability regarding my self image. I have yet to find any other person in this community who claims to also experience such a thing - otherwise a word to describe it - so I feel quite alone in this. I believe it is one of few causes for my hesitation on choosing a label for myself. My self image as a wolf is not a solid entity that I see reflected back at me in a mirror. It is an collection of different types of wolves, feelings, aesthetics and expressions I may cycle through randomly at any given moment. It is a booklet of ways to experience being a wolf as a human that my mind and soul flips through quickly, without the precognition of what page they will land on. There are many facets of the wolf within me, but all are the same wolf. It is not a pack that lines up for their turn to eat, it is a singular wolf which can take on many forms. And I say this not to separate myself from the wolf, because as I have expressed, the wolf is me, there is no other soul here but my own. These facets of the wolf come in an array of colors, shapes and emotional states. Sometimes, I am a soft forest wolf, associated with green and brown hues, dirt in my paws, moss and twigs in my fur. A feral animal with the feeling of freedom and the comfort of home in the wild. Sometimes, I am a vicious beast. Edgy, filled with the nostalgic energy of my emo years. Bloodthirsty and crazed with the idea that I am snapping jaws, growling, barking, thrashing in a cage of angst. There are times when I am a sophisticated bipedal wolf, wearing a suit and reading a book. The human and wolf parts of me meshing into a singular being. A perfect depiction of a dappermouth painting. Other times I am not a wolf at all and merely a human with the resounding knowledge that the wolf will return. I know that as a human being, my identity is influenced partly by the experiences and knowledge I collect throughout my life. That everyone experiences their identities differently and there’s no right or wrong way to feel alterhuman. But there’s always a small nagging thought in the back of my mind whenever I think about writing posts like this. One that says people will think I’m not being genuine or am otherwise invalid. I’m not really too sure why.

#alterhumanity #alterhuman #therian #therianthropy #wolf therian #otherhearted #werewolf #otherkin #otherkinity

[slvrtnge]

» new hideout || DABI x fem! reader

» welcome!

» writing type: fanfic (full writing)

» ship/ relationship: dabi x rem! reader

» warnings: none / fluff

summary: After being chased out of their old hideout by heroes, the LOV goes on the hunt for a new base of operations, lucky for them DABI’s girlfriend is more than willing to share. It's a complete surprise for the LOV, discovering their resident emo is dating who seems to be the softest person on the planet- and also just so happens to be a popular streamer/ youtuber known for defending vigilantes and villains.

Muttered curses escaped Shigaraki’s mouth as he, alongside the rest of the League, only just managed to slip into a maze of alleys and lose their annoyingly loud tail-- Endeavour.

Toga lay collapsed on her back, glaring empty threats at the sun that seemed to latch onto the group’s dark aesthetic and burn them. Beside her, propped against a wall, Twice wrapped bandages around a possibly unconscious-- or dead-looking Spinner.

Amongst the homeless, ragtag group of villains only two appeared unaffected by the situation: Compress, who had previously expressed a need to constantly look confident to play the role of a proper performer; and Dabi, who eerily wore a creepy smile as he glanced over the message on his phone before speedily typing up a response.

Shigaraki, having finally caught onto the unusual smile on his subordinate’s face, quickly spoke up,

“Oi asshole, finally gone batshit insane or got some good news for us?” - a snarl was prominent on his face, not finding nearly as much amusement as Dabi clearly was.

“Don't take a bite at the hand that feeds you, or in this case houses all of our pleb asses.”

It was a simple reply, the tone and vulgar word choice familiar to the group, yet the implications of his words left everyone wide-eyed, leaping up and staring at him with something akin to surprise and ‘genuine’ joy and happiness.

Finally looking up from his burnt and smashed phone, Dabi took a glance over his partners in crime before letting out a sigh, the explaining himself:

“My ‘close acquaintance’ lives nearby-- she’s willing to let us crash at her place as long as we don’t fuck it all up. It’s a big house, practically bordering on a mansion, one and it's got plenty of room and games to play; looking at you handjob.”

Looking down at his phone once more, he clicked the power button on the side and pocketed it, removing himself from where he was leaning on one of the alley walls and walking to the entrance- or exit- of the alley,

“Pick up the pace, it’s either this or the abandoned mental hospital four streets down, and I'd rather not spend the next month or so sleeping in a bathtub that’s most likely seen more deaths than even old handjob here has.”

Resigning to their fate, the rest of the League members composed themselves, before rushing after Dabi: Toga and Twice relentlessly teasing him for finally opening up, and about having a girlfriend of all things.

-----

The League stood before a large gate guarding a picturesque, modern chateau that apparently belonged to their blue-fired emo-- yeah, no way that he didn’t just choose a random house with the residents away to try and impress the rest of them.

“Seriously, Dabi if you wanted us to start killing off the rich sooner you could’ve just said- no need to bring us here for a surprise murder! Personally, I think Dabi’s doing quite well for himself if he’s got a girlfriend this rich: let’s kill her off and steal her inheritance!”

Twice wasn’t doing much to calm everyone’s nerves, having been laying low in abandoned warehouses and crippling houses just short of collapsing, a place that stood directly in the middle of the chaos of the city and held its tall stature alongside the other snobby houses in the street around it was quite the change.

Dabi sneered once more before walking up to the slightly worn keypad at the side of the gate, glancing down at his phone and typing in the code. The rest slightly expected alarms to start blaring, for red and blue lights to start filling their vision as disgusting screeching from police cars pounded on their skulls, but instead: a mechanical clicking could be heard alongside the turning of gears as the gate in front of them pulled apart to let them pass,

“Don't stare all day, believe or not we’re still criminals on the run and the snotty bitches around here won’t hesitate to call the police on us.”

And with that, the League dragged themselves through the gates, mumbling about the distaste of this situation- Toga chasing after Spinner down the driveway, kicking up stones that crumpled under their feet, stirring up dust.

Around the front of the house sat a garden of moss- whether the choice was made for the environment or out of laziness left unclear. A few small fountains are artificial small waterfalls to spread moisture lay around, splattering the surrounding areas with water.

The patio was rather plain, a space to leave neglected packages and mail, alongside a bench and coffee table set that showed signs of weathering. The thing that stood out the most against the withering patio was the large, black, pristine door with a silver handle and two locks-- which just so happened to be left unlocked by a possibly forgetful owner.

The League’s fire user cut through the stunned silence by reaching a hand out to the door and pushing it open, yelling out to his girlfriend who was yet to be seen:

“[y/n], I brought the idiots as you wanted! Where are you?”

A muffled ‘here’ could be heard from across the house, Dabi walking further into the house to find the source, while the others followed like lost ducks.

The group of villains stumbled through a front room, past a dining table and marble kitchen before arriving in a decent-sized room. The dull lighting called attention to the bright flashing and movements on the monitor/ TV. Clicking and clunking made its way to their ears as the girl slumped over in a beanbag surrounded by plushies and teddies of differing sizes. Suddenly, the sound of a distant gunshot blew through the room, blasting from speakers to create a surround sound effect-- Spinner jumped slightly at the disruption while Shigaraki eyed the giant screen which now displayed a ‘game over’ message on it.

The girl seemed upset over the loss, yet quickly placed down her controller and spun around, grabbing a small remote and holding down to turn the lights back to their full brightness- temporarily blinding the members.

In front of them stood a girl with an average build, a cat plushy squished between one arm as she gently smiled at the League- no resemblance of fear, horror or disgust that they were usually greeted with.

“Hello, you’re the League of Villains, right? Please make yourselves at home, just try not to break anything!”

The welcoming grin across her face greatly contrasted the manic one on Dabi’s; full of evil satisfaction at his ‘teammates’ stupefied faces. Meanwhile, only one coherent thought ran through the shocked group’s brains:

‘How the fuck did this dickhead get a girlfriend as sweet as her?’

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#bnha imagines #bnha #mha #mha imagines #dabi #bnha dabi #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha x y/n #mha x y/n #dabi x reader #dabi x y/n #dabi fluff #lov #bnha lov #league of villains #lov x reader #slvrtnge

[guarddog13]

Intro post!!

Hi y'all!! my name is sonder or locket, and I'm an osdd system of 10. I'm also jewish, autistic, and chronically ill so you'll find a lot of posts i reblog are related to that or our interests as a system. you can use it/its pronouns for all of the alters or the system as a whole but you can also check the alter intros below the cut ✌️

we also do writing requests!!! im sorry it always takes me 17 years to post them but please send them it makes us so happy (fandoms and rules below the cut)

fandom & writing stuff

fandoms: tokyo ghoul, death note, critical role: vox machina, seraph of the end, toilet-bound hanako-kun, my chemical romance (+a lot of other bands), night in the woods, danganronpa, persona 5, undertale/deltarune, fantasy high, and moriarty the patriot

i will write just about anything, including nsfw, gore, ship stuff, platonic relationships, etc. the only thing i dont do is incest and like, explicitly abusive relationships (ex. jason/kaneki from tokyo ghoul) I may also deny your request if im not super familiar with the character you are asking me about. please be understanding!

alter introductions!

jupiter - xe/he - 16 - host - hi, I’ve been the systems primary host since the body was 12 or 13, so if you’ve interacted with us in the past it was probably me you. This is why all of our account tags (jupiter writes!!, j.txt and j.ask) are based off of my name. my tag is #jupiter core 

moss - she/her - 18 - host - i was the primary host from the time we became a system until we were 12, and then I kinda went dormant for a couple years, but i got better ig. I’m a nerd and a slut for symbolism and my tags are #kiki core and #kiki speaks 

kit - she/it - 19 - caregiver - im kinda the resident Girl of the system, despite the fact that my intrests include fishing, camping, cars, and guns. I want to be a mechanic but I also want to go to law school. i dress like lovecore misa amane and ive never once been calm. my tag is #kit core and sometimes ill tag things #-kit when i say them 

damien - he/it - 18 - protector - im a bitch and a father figure and Ive been around just as long as kit. i dress emo and spend too much time thinking about music 

prince- he/him - 6 - little - dinosaurs, peach rings, blue gatorade, rocks!! hanako!! (i let him do this himself, i told him to list his interests -damien)

melanie - she/they/it - trauma holder - hiii, i really like ghibli and poetry and such, not much else to say, my tag is #hello core 

juuzou - it/rot - 21 - protector/fictive - bogos binted (his tag is #juuzou core, he refuses to write anything else but he likes sailor moon and rot -damien)

bea - she/her - 20 - protector/fictive - hey, i’m based off of bea from night in the woods. i’m a bitch and i get things done. my tag would be #bea core but i dont think theres anything in there at the moment. I formed pretty recently. also im kind of madly in love with kit. 

cyrus - he/it - 17 - gatekeeper - Tired of dealing with their bullshit. I keep things in order along with Bea. I read a lot, I write a lot, I’m not interesting. my tag is #cyrus core and its 90% me and damien bullying each other

asgore - xe/him - "dad aged" - gatekeeper/fictive - I’m just here to keep all my kiddos safe! I’m not sure I have an “aesthetic tag” because I am not often fronting, so you would have to ask Kit or Jupiter about that! (he doesnt have one -Kit)

#this took so long..... #j.txt #intro post #writing #osdd #for easy access im putting all the tags on here #jupiter writes!! #jupiter core #kit core #damien core #kiki core #prince core #hello core #juuzou core #bea core #cyrus core

[helloblobbyblobfish]

Jason the wannabe flower-boy

Story absolutely inspired by ivy!au by @cearamorran and Sweet Briar by Moxibustion (https://archiveofourown.org/works/30155091/chapters/74289489 ).

However, while both works are JayTim, I'm keeping it gen for now… I can read any batman ship as long as it's not underage (looking at some damian fics and variations of barbara/bruce), but I don't really care enough about any romance for any robin to search for it in particular. So, when I write about a batfamily member besides Bruce, there will be romance only if I feel the story NEEDS that ship to make sense.

First time writing Jason, and I've seen so many versions and interpretations of him. Thankfully, everyone agrees he is a soft boy. So I might have laid a bit thick on that. But yeah, expect the characterisation to be a bit wonky about Jaon for now. Everyone else’s actions are interpreted by Jason, so expect feeling like they are OOC.

-

It's first during a training session on a verdant mountain that Jason first realizes it.

He is fighting one of Talia's men. And kicking his butt. Talia needs better fighters. More loyal men too.

As Jason turns his back, his opponent rises up and takes a knife out of his sleeve. Usually, Jason notices that kind of thing. But today, he feels the grass and the bushes. Since he came out of the literal pit, he really likes the green. He thought the lazarus pit gave him extended senses, along with his rage, but he seems to have those moments of extra-perception only when surrounded by plants.

Suddenly, he can tell the man is ready to stab him like he is watching the man from the sight of every pile of moss around them. And before he can even turn to catch that cheater, the guy trips on a flower who decided she was going to be as sturdy as an oak's roots.

As he sees Talia running towards them and beheading the dude, Jason can't help but remember this flower wasn't there before.

-

As Jason was planning his return to Gotham City, he couldn't help but check for news about all the villains. They were newbies in town, like Hush and Anarky. Little fishes, for the most part. Sadly, it seemed that almost every big names of his time are still around. Calendar man, The Spook and some others were missing for years or were a shell of their former threat. But nowhere near enough.

Two-Face, The Joker and Penguin were still as free as ever to commit crime. Baffling. Why didn't his d- Why didn't Bruce kill those sinners?

As he's walking in a corner of a black market, Jason checks his new look. He isn't sure why he decided to have a white strike. Pissing off Bruce? Maybe he is just having his emo phase like B. Hopefully, he will grow out of it.

He is eying some nice berettas to steal when everybody enters in a panic. Jason's body goes on pure instinct and rolls out of the way a few seconds before a giant vine bursts through the wall, crushing the weapon dealer with debris. Jason doesn't think about the fact he can tell in which direction Ivy's plants will go and feels that they are specific targets to kill and simply grabs what he wants. Talia had proposed to give him money, but Jason had planned to use the criminal scums' own savings in his campaign against B.

And there she is, a majestic figure of pure fury. She immediately zooms in, and he holds her at gunpoint. She seems more intrigued by him. After a moment that is tense for at least Jadon, she looks satisfied and moves to somewhere else. 

Jason could probably kill her, but he will attract too much attention, already, some people seem to go towards him. He isn't sure why. He runs.

If the vines seem to move out of his way but block off his pursuers, he doesn't acknowledge it. It would give too many reasons for anti-meta bat to hate him. Not that Bruce ever loved him. 

Joker would be dead if that was the case.

-

Trying to work with the impos- with Tim was hard. Jason was getting along better with Damian. Having known the kid when he was a toddler helped.

But the worst part about Red Robin isn't the fact he replaced him. Apparently, Tim is the one who pushed himself into Bruce's life. Jason has a hard time buying affection-starved Bruce Wayne would push anyone but him, but he likes to imagine Bruce WAS saddened by his "passing". 

No. The problem is that that robin is way too smart. 

"Why were you able to tell where ratcatcher went as long as we were in Gotham Park, but you're now blinder than a bat since we entered this warehouse? And I didn't buy your comment about having a tracker one second anyway. You were way too far and I know your tech. You would have needed to press a button on your helmet to see where your trackers are."

How and when did Timothy learn THAT???

And he isn't going to say "I'm a meta and I can feel what plants feel." Tim would turn on him immediately. Oh god. Tim is hanging with paranoiac folks like Bruce, that Bernard kid, impulse and who-else on the regular. What if he thinks Jason is a clone made by Ivy. Jason knows he isn't, but would Tim, Bruce, heck, even Damian and Dick believe his words?

Time to calm down. Sad he can't meditate. It helps a lot with this almost surnatural anger he constantly feels. He takes deep breaths and tries to exhale without Tim's notice, if that is in the realm of the possible. The air in his lungs are little particles that need to come out the more silently they can.

Out of the corner of his eyes, Jason remarks Tim is looking at him in a weird way. He seems confused. And longing? That's not possible. What does Jason have that Red Robin could want? HE's the guy with Batman's respect, superheroes at his beck and call and a civilian life!

Tim holds his arm towards Jason- to comfort him? Why? No-no! Please- when the red hood notices a swarm of rats coming their way. "DUCK!" He screams. Tim looks confused and shakes his head. Did he think Jason meant Drake? Jason actually has to grab the third robin to bring him to safety with his grappling out.

Once the fight is finished and a beaten blue and black ratcatcher is on the floor, tied up for the police, Tim once more looks at Jason. Jason tells him to wait for the GCPD and runs like a coward.

-

Shockingly, it's Dick who ends up exposing him. They are fighting one of his villains, a killer for hire like many others named Lady Vic. Jason first joked he was raised by THE best assassin's group ever, to Bruce and Richard's disdain but Damian's approval, when Dick asked for his help, but had to swallow his pride when she showed herself to be a pretty good fighter.

That's what happens when he is too used to fighting demons and working with a Bizarro, a Tamarian princess or an Amazon. It made him forget how hard fighting a skilled human can be. And Nightwing and he forgot to work with another enough. His brother- his colleague is jumping all over the place and getting close and personal with the villainess, stopping him from shooting. And Jason doesn't use his grappling hook that much anymore, so he has a hard time following Dick and the brit's ballet.

When Dick gets a gaping wound from a poorly esquived blade swing and gets distracted enough the woman looks like she can kill him, no he won't, not his big, nononononono. "STOP!" He shouts.

Suddenly, the tree next to the two guys starts to move his branches and hold the bit- wrong-doer the time Jason shoots her with rubber bullets.

Jason doesn't even care about Dick's look while he grabs his sibling and runs to their bikes so they can reach the nearest safe-house.

-

"You're a f*&$ing meta, Todd?!?"

"Language, Damian! Your mother didn't raise you like that."

The Al Ghul heir looks baffled by his answer, but Dick simply laughs from the med-bed he is resting on. "Don't worry, Dami. Jason is just a very prude dude who drinks milk at the bar." Jason huff. He saw enough of what alcohol does to a person to swear to himself to never drink.

This does distract him from his main issue right now, and that is Batman simply looking at him with no visual sign of emotions or making a noise for a quarter of an hour. He doesn't even bore through his helmet with hate. Batman is just inscrutable.

Barabara in her wheelchair and Cassandra Cain in her Orphan outfit suddenly arrive, with Cassandra holding a blue plastic pot filled with dirt. Jason doesn't even try. He is simply confused as to what's the point when he suddenly knows a jonquil is waiting to flourish inside the soil. He also knows "Do you let that poor flower in the sun? Jonquils like him don't like humid ground. And it doesn't mind the cold, but they still want some heat." 

He's certain he is whiter than poor Deadman. Cassandra looks at him with interest in his arm and Alfred, since when he is there, Jason can't flee and disappoint Alfred. Bruce, did you plan that, musing he should let Jason help him in the garden probably gives him red ears, but he can't look. Too much shame.

Oracle grabs the pot and gets close. "Dick told us you have arborakinesis, which is" "The power to control plant life. I would rather use florakinesis, if you don't mind." A beat. "Sorry babs. I'm a bit stressed." He smiles and accepts the pot by guilt. Barbara doesn't look hurt, but you never know a Gotham bat’s true emotions.

Jason looks at the pot like it personally offended him. Damian speaks up. "Not able to control it, Todd? Pitiful, mother wouldn't have let you ignore such an asset. What gives, as some say." Jason glares at his baby brother. 

"Well, maybe I was afraid of what you would think, always letting B look down with disdain and mistrust on metas and aliens. Maybe I was afraid that showing powers would be the point where you decide I'm too much of a threat and hand me off to Arkham or S.T.A.R.Labs! MAYBE I DON'T WANT TO BE EVEN MORE OF A FREAK!!!!" He is crying, so what!?! Stupid family who think you should always control yourself and not be flawed. He's too broken for that.

He looks at that damned pot, cursing the fact he's going to look dumb for not knowing how to make sprout a fickish flower, when he sees the junquil popped out of the ground, but it looks sick. It's hunching and the petals are crumpled and of a sickly yellow.

Of course. Ivy's a botanist. She makes fantastic fruits and beautiful trees. A guy like him couldn't make a normal, healthy flower, no matter what he could try. Cassandra grabs the pot from his fingers. He grips it so hard the plastic cracks. He drops the pot out of reflex. Thankfully, Cassandra has a secure grip on it already. 

She says: "good… try.. better… next time." He can't bear to look at her. She's trying, but there is no way.

Tim asks, never one affected by emotions, a good soldier for Bruce, he could never hope to be, "So, Red Hood has Ivy's powers? Does that mean he has toxin immunity?" Even B looks taken aback by this bluntness. Damian and the others are horrified by Tim's words. Dick tries to rise up but is stopped by Alfred, while Cassandra stands between him and the third robin.

Tim raises his jands in defense, a look of pure terror on his face. "I'm Not planning on poisoning him, jeez!"

It's Dick who brings the next terrible idea. "Do you think he has mind-control pheromones?” Batman immediately puts on a gas mask. Same with traitor Red Robin over there. Jason is too baffled at the ridiculous concept to even care that some of his- That some of the batfamily think he would try to control them. And don’t Ivy’s spores make people attracted to her? Does Bruce think Jason would try to seduce him??? That would be incestuous rape! He lived under your roof, B! Know your damned kid! Jason realizes Damian, Barbara and Dick aren’t interested in wearing a mask at all.

Barbara even seems amused by the idea. Jason isn’t. Seeing his autopsy’s scar in the mirror every time makes him feel violated despite the fact it makes sense the mortician tried to stitch up a child’s body to fit in a casket, he isn’t interested in drugging his family.

“So, Jason. Want to see if your bad boy charms work alone or you need a little help to hit the bar?”

“No. Not with any of you.” You are my family, even if I don’t feel like you see me that way.

They are at a standstill. It’s Tim, again Tim, always Tim. He never should have tried to kill him. The kid is unkillable and holds his grudge as long as Batman, he will see Jason be exterminated, and someday Jason thinks it’s for the best. “In the warehouse. With Ratcatcher.” 

Jason has never been so glad Tim is a mysterious little shit and he kept his own mask on. The look of panic on his face would have alerted B something happened. The speed his head turned towards Tim might still worry Bruce.

“Oh-o-OH.” Jason feels a bit like an idiot. “You think-” Tim nods. Okay. Jason understands so much why Tim seems worried and puts the air filter. If Jason made him. Barbara and Dick don’t understand, though, and are trying to goad him on to try to do his spores. Damian simply scoffs. “Well, ratcatcher is not exactly a man with a lot of mental training. Father can resist Ivy’s pheromones. I can resist Jason’s. He doesn’t even seem to control them consciously.

Jason turns towards Batman. He wants to see the other refuses, out of fear for his family. But no. “Why not, Hood. Let’s see what you can do.”

No emotions are visible on the bat’s face. They really are just soldiers to him. Maybe not even that. They are just a science experiment right now. Jason is, at least. He is just trying to see where he should put him.

Jason has a dark though. A terrible thought. If he can get Alfred and Barbara, maybe even Cassandra depending if her costume isn’t hiding a filter, to fight Batman. He can escape. He’ll have to run away from Gotham and probably spend the rest of his days scared of every shadow, but he won’t make it easy for this tyrant. He tries to remind himself of what he did in this warehouse.

He takes big breaths and imagines little things coming out of his mouths and getting everywhere. He refrains a laugh and imagines they are so tiny they can pass in the tiny cracks they’re probably in those often used gas masks, in the minuscule space between the skin and the plastic. That would be so cool if even Batman would start to love him again. Maybe there is a way of not getting people to love him that way? He could almost live with himself if he could force his father to care about him again.

But he knows it couldn’t work. Damian is right. Bruce resists Ivy, and she is much more trained at this than him.Breathe in. breathe out. What was simply him trying to produce a lot of spores the only way he knows how becomes him trying to stop a possible panic attack. To distract himself, he thinks about how Ivy does it. She kisses people. Ew. No. He is NOT kissing Damian. Or maybe on the forehead, like when he was tugging the lille two year-old in bed without being aware they were siblings on the father’s side on top of the mother’s?

Could receiving a kiss work too? What if he could produce his own spores through anything? He remembers a time where he was living in Wayne Manor and Bruce was kissing him goodnight after reading him some chapters of Austen if Jason had trouble sleeping. He really misses Bruce.

Jason is so stuck in his memories he realizes he is getting hugged when Alfred holds Dick under his arms to let Nightwing join the cuddle pile. Even Damian and Bruce are here. What. “Huh, guys?” Dick whispers. “You smell so good. It’s like you’re my favorite plushie from my youth. Are you Mr. Tiger reincarnated, Jason?” Wut.

Damian is the next to speak: “Don’t be silly, Grayson. It’s just that Todd is a very huggable person. Nothing to do with a silly child’s toy.” Jason Knows Dick. He gets sad every time Damian shows disdain for “kid’s stuff”. But Dick says nothing and just seems happy to get his nose closer to Jason’s body. Jason feels his blood having trouble moving with how tight Cassandra and Daiman are holding him.

Bruce mumbles something. Jason can’t be certain, but he was taught by “the world’s greatest detective”. It feels a lot like “Sorry, Jason.” But that must be wishful thinking on his part. no way Bruce would feel regret for what happened to him.

Suddenly, Jason realizes what is going on. He imagines the tiny spores disappearing and everyone leaves him, looking surprised and even a bit ashamed of their action. Alfred and Damian immediately move Dick back to his bed.

The only one who doesn’t seem to be stopping the hugs is Bruce. In full Batman costumes, he takes advantage of the fact that Tim and Barabara aren’t in his way anymore to completely cover Red Hood’s body with his cape while holding Jason tight in his arms. Bruce moves his hand on Jason’s helmet, like he is trying to touch his hair.

Tim looks intrigued and dares to take off the cowl. Even if Bruce presumably deactivated the defense function of the suit and is amongst people who know his real identity, everyone, including Jason, gasps at the bold move. Bruce doesn’t react much, but blinks a lot, like he needs to awaken.

Tim pulls out a torch and checks for something. Jason can’t exactly tell what, being unable to turn. Red Robin explains: “His pupils are way too dilated. Seems he is still affected.” Tim throws his own filter away. Bruce suddenly backs off. Jason realizes he didn’t even try to fight the mark of affection and stops himself to move towards the bat to continue having a hug.

And indeed, Bruce has the eyes of a guy who isn’t quite there. Jason got to see this look often amongst the poor districts of GothamHis nose is still sniffing around the air like he is searching for. Then, Jason realizes Tim is also shaking a lot. “Tim, why do you look like YOU are in withdrawal?”

Also, they were both holding gas masks used to fight against Ivy’s toxins. How powerful is his stuff? They were all affected, and rather strongly. Just how-

“I feel pretty cured personally.” Dick’s statement cuts through Jason's worries. What.

They quickly go through blood tests. The results take some time to be transferred and analyzed by the bat-computer, so the girls and Damian have left to help Alfred prepare a meal. Alfred seems horrified that people want to help him. Jason secretly beams that Alfred is always happy to have him to help but he doesn’t want the others. 

The results are… interesting. Jason has no strange elements in his blood, but he has quite active meta-genes. Bruce thinks they should have noticed some signs of this in his youth. Thansfully, Tim replies that metas were a lot less common back then. Sure, they were known, as Dick had joined the teen titans since years when Jason was there, but most heroes were vigilantes, aliens or magicians. The term “meta” wasn’t even used for people like The Flash.

Jason knows that he probably didn’t HAVE an active meta-gene back when Bruce adopted him. Would that have changed something? Probably everything. Anyway, he is happy Tim is usually so smart about things. Bruce looks like he agrees with the replacement.

Alfred and Dick had almost no traces of anything in them. If the group didn’t know to look for little bumps on the red blood cell, they would have missed them. Because it turns out that rather than pheromones, Jason is actually expelling toxins. It appears those toxins enter the bloodstream through the skin and have a euphoric effect on people, and make them particularly prone to hug. At least, that’s the hypothesis before they do more controlled tests. The fact the toxins seem to be able to get through clothes with how small they are will make it complicated to not affect anyone located in the room Jason is in. Jason finds it interesting. If he can get criminals to try to get close to him so that they can hug him, he can shoot them very easily.

Barbara, Damian and Cassandra have some noticeable forms on their blood cells. It looks like pustules, ready to explode. Why they are more affected than Alfred or Dick is uncertain. Jason thinks he might be the distance between him and the others, but that doesn’t explain the worrisome results Bruce and Tim get.

Because, for those two. Well. The spores are so present on the red blood cell they seem bigger than they should be. Even the white blood cells have some noticeable marks of red on them. They were pretty far, maybe if not as much as Dick, and they were covered with their suits, which should be thicker than civilian clothes or bandages. They are completely unable to figure out what happened. But it scares Tim and Bruce to know they were even more “compromised” then the rest. They don’t even try to hide it. Jason is hurt to see them so unnerved by the prospect of Jason affecting them so much. He wouldn’t- Okay. He hurt them so, so much, in the past, and he will never be able to be truly forgiven by Tim for what he’s done.

But they shouldn't be acting like he is just waiting for the others to come down to put the whammies on everyone again. Thankfully, only Alfred comes down to “drag” them (and support Dick) and the dinner is a lively affair, even if most conversation is shockingly on light matters given this family.

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The next morning, Jason is working in the garden with Alfred. He never thought gardening could be so calming. The repetitive snipping of the scissors as they keep the grass animals smooth, letting the watering can be filled with water. When they are supposed to pluck the bad seeds, Jason promptly refuses. “You won’t touch a single petal of those babies as long as I live!” Jason claims while putting his body between those poor dandelions and Alfred’s terrifying stare. 

Jason can’t believe he standed up to Alfred. for flowers. Bruce wouldn’t dare to go against Alfred for crime-fighting, at times. Dear lord, here’s hoping he doesn’t get like Ivy or Swamp thing. Alfred has the look of someone who would stay all night the whole week to get every flower he doesn’t want off his garden while Jason is distracted. but apparently, Jason looks motivated enough to be a nuisance over such a “silly” thing. Why did he do mental air quotes? He is becoming Ivy…

Alfred Sighs. “Very well, Master Jason. Let's see if they are pots we can put those… babies in. Because I won't let them stay, but you won’t let them die. I guess the red hood will also need gardening tools sent to each of his hideouts to take care of the many children he decided to adopt. Taking after Master Bruce, I see.” “Bruce still got it worse.” “Maybe, master Jason. Maybe.”

Jason has never felt so stressed. It's probably an exaggeration, but it feels like he never had to do something as precise as taking all the roots for every dandelion and buttercup of the garden and giving them enough moisty dirt for them to thrive. Alfred left him to it, refusing to show sympathy to an invasive plant species. He is the only other member of the family who won’t hesitate to shoot a criminal. Jason respects him. To be fair, there is nothing about Alfred that doesn’t inspire respect, even if you disagree with him on everything.

And Jason is clearly the favorite. He shakes his head, thinking about Tim or Dick finding him blushing and beaming with pride.

When the sun is setting down, and Jason thinks he will soon be called for dinner if Alfred manages to find everyone before they go on patrol, he is happy to have just finished. He is feeling refreshed, and he has plenty of pots to put everywhere. Would Roy… wants some on his grave? Maybe he would like prettier flowers.

Suddenly wanting to train, Jason tries to find a place where he can feel seeds that would bloom into beautiful flowers. It’s hard. He has no experience looking for that. He feels like an idiot moving throughout the gardens in search of something that would get his plant sense tingling. Would that even work? Does “I want to find a plant”  even work, given his powers?

He decides to instead cross his legs and try to summon pretty red flowers. He doesn’t manage at first. Closing his eyes, Jason imagines poinsettias and carnation flowers. At first, he doesn’t feel anything. He focuses on one beautiful carnation he saw once in a flower shop. The petals delicate like lace, the lovely pinkish red color, the round shape. Suddenly, he feels like something just grew out of the floor. surprised, he opens his eyes and falls on his back. raising himself with his hands, he looks at the place he was aiming at with his hands, and sees a carnation. It is smaller than the one he had in mind, a bit more ugly, but he goes in search of a vase to put it in.

Maybe Jason's powers aren’t so bad. Maybe he can learn to use them in small ways.

But the Red Hood is definitively sticking to guns as a weapon against crime.

#DC comics #my writing #jason todd #red hood #tim drake #bruce wayne #dick grayson #alfred #alfred pennyworth #the other are a bit too minor for me to tag #got many scenes set in that verse. #Actually started a story about this Jason joining the JLA #Talia is the most sane people in the whole batman mythos