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luvring · 3 months

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IS THAT ALL?

gn!reader | 900ish words, really just fluff despite the opener ^___^

megumi fushiguro considers himself a coward.

it’s sunday, 10:00am bright on the clock behind you. wings flap outside as the birds that like to adorn the neighbour’s fruit tree caw, and the blanket is pulled up to his chest, up to your cheeks.

your face is only a few inches away, and all he can think about—besides the curl of your lips as you smile at him again—is whether his breath still smells like mint from brushing his teeth the night before. whether you can see his skin breaking out on his temple and forehead, or the scar on his jaw from falling when he was seven—if you’d notice them after he said the three words that’ve been sitting on the tip of his tongue for weeks.

because megumi’s realized he can do a lot of things, plan more, fight even more, but it all crumbles apart when it comes to you.

“why are you staring at me?”

“i’m not,” he answers too quickly, muttered as he looks to the pillow underneath your head instead of your eyes.

you squish your face further into it to meet his gaze again. “is there something on my face?”

“no.”

“is there food stuck in my teeth?”

“we haven’t even had breakfast.”

“because if i turn on my phone and see either of these things, i’m going to be very angry with you, megumi fushiguro.”

the sound of his name draws him back to you, your squinting eyes and frown that holds no anger.

his lip twitches up, only just. “there’s nothing on your face or in your teeth.”

you hum, keeping your accusatory facade, even while reaching for his hand beneath the blanket. “swear i don’t look bad?”

megumi’s fingers easily slide into place between yours.

you could never look bad.

he huffs. “seriously?”

“‘seriously’? oh, wow, forgive me, my dear, for not believing your plainly spoken words while you still won’t tell me why you’re staring.” you ruffle his hair and push strands to cover his eyes. he rolls them as he pulls up the collar of your shirt to muffle your laugh.

it’s a lovely sound.

he hopes you let him hear it again and again.

a bird caws at the same time you swat at his hand and the hold on your shirt loosens, his fingers moving to smoothen the evidence.

“you just look nice.” he finally says as his eyelids droop, and he lets himself look at your lips for a fraction of a second. “that’s all.”

you smile and ignore the heat in your ears. “that’s all?”

the words claw at him again, and his throat constricts the same time his stomach ties into a knot.

it should be something special, megumi thinks—saying it out loud for the first time.

maybe at a fancy restaurant, with candles and expensive meals between you, his best suit on, quiet jazz and clinking glasses in the background.

maybe outside somewhere, in a nice meadow or under a tree, a picnic blanket sitting underneath you.

maybe after a long-winded monologue of how his curiosity grew to infatuation, a crush, something more. after he’s told you he wishes he could spend every morning with you, turn to you when the neighbour’s kids laughing and screaming wakes you up in place of an alarm on a saturday, watch you playfully groan and complain about today’s youth.

after he’s laid his heart out to you, instead of now, a random sunday morning, as the sound of cawing and birdsong fills the space between you instead of his voice, and all the words he wants to say before the three.

he wonders how long he’s been silent when you scrunch your brows and confusion shifts your smile. “hello? earth to megumi?”

“i love you.”

and across megumi’s face, there’s a fleeting shadow as a bird flies past—the blue of his eyes darkening, but not hardening, never hardening—not while looking at you.

you blink at him.

he blinks back.

the birds caw loudly outside.

and it’s all he can do to not bite his lip, to ignore the sudden tightness in his chest as you open and close your mouth—a sensation that he usually comes to you for to get rid of.

you blink again, twice, three times, and a different three words find their way to the tip of his tongue at the sight, heavier than the last, a little more strained.

but then you smile, just like always.

let out a laugh of disbelief that makes his apology disappear.

your reply comes as a murmur, it flows over him and muffles the noise outside, easing the clawing at his gut with expertise—“i love you, too.”

and it really is a random morning; megumi couldn’t tell you the date if you asked. but your grip on his hand tightens, and he promises to write it down (sunday, 10:07am) when you both get up.

he lets all his tension loosen as he finally smiles back.

your own smile widens into a bright grin at the sight, and though his mind’s reeling, he can hear what you’re going to ask before you do—

“is that all?”

it’s silly, and megumi almost rolls his eyes, almost pulls the blanket over your head and threatens to take it back,

and he loves you.

even, and especially as he hears the neighbour’s door creak open, and the first sound of the kids yelling—as he pinches your cheek and snickers when you let out a surprised noise. “that’s all.”

noo nia don't make something that's supposed to be big happen in a mundane warmth again nooo don't make another guy completely in love w reader noooo... does i'm sorry technically count as three words btw. lol? well. obviously totally unrelated but i'm hungry as fawk rn. goodbye everybody i'm gonna eat toast. yaaaaayy!!!

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#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #megumi x reader #megumi fluff #i have conflicting feelings over this But if i stare at it longer or let it sit in my drafts i Will set it on fire #hopefully im asleep when this posts. honk shoo....

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hisui-dreamer · 2 months

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Can I have orange blossoms with jade leech for eternal love and marriage please? Thankyou!

is it love or just really nice flowers?

Pairing: Jade Leech x gn!reader

Synopsis: jade likes giving you flowers, it probably doesn't mean anything special though... right?

Tags: fluff, pining, slowish burn, eels are cowards, mentions of marriage, reader likes flowers

Word count: 1.2k+

Notes: thank you for requesting anon!! i had a lot of fun squealing when writing this one hehe

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flower of choice: orange blossoms

orange blossoms symbolise eternal love and marriage, and they are often used in wedding ceremonies as symbols of purity and eternal love

You suppose it all started on your first Valentine’s Day in Twisted Wonderland.

As a member of the Mostro Lounge staff, you found yourself amidst the bustling atmosphere of the Mostro Lounge, where Azul's ambitious plans to capitalize on the love-filled holiday were in full swing. The lounge pulsated with the presence of couples occupying every available table.

Soft, dim lighting cast a warm glow over the space, enveloping everything in an air of intimacy and mystery. The gentle hum of conversation and laughter filled the air, mingling with the smooth melodies of jazz music drifting from hidden speakers.

Couples nestled into plush velvet booths, their faces illuminated by the soft light, lost in each other's eyes and whispers. Waiters moved gracefully between tables, delivering trays adorned with exotic beverages and plates of delectable meals, their steps silent against the plush carpeting.

But what caught your eye the most were the bouquets given to significant others, adorning the tables like precious jewels. Each one was a masterpiece in its own right, meticulously selected and arranged to convey the deepest sentiments of adoration.

"It must be nice receiving flowers…" you murmured to yourself, lost in thought.

“You would like to receive flowers?”

You snapped your head around at the sound of Jade's voice, finding him with a curious expression on his face. Surprise flickered in your eyes at his question, but a smile bloomed on your lips as you considered receiving flowers from someone.

“Yeah," you replied, a hint of longing in your voice, "who wouldn't? Receiving gifts makes you feel so appreciated. Plus, who wouldn't be happy looking at something pretty?"

Jade took a moment to mull over your words, his gaze thoughtful. Eventually, he nodded in agreement. "Hmm… I see. That does sound quite lovely," he acknowledged.

The conversation was quickly cut short when new orders and tasks arrived. In the whirlwind of never-ending tasks, the conversation had slipped from your mind almost entirely, until he appeared later that week, returning from a hiking trip with a delightful surprise in tow.

"Here, Prefect," he began, his voice gentle as he produced a bouquet of orange blossoms from behind his back. "These are for you," he offered with a soft smile.

The bouquet was a sight to behold, a delicate ensemble of ivory-hued blooms that exuded an ethereal beauty. Each flower boasted star-shaped petals, arranged in a symmetrical fashion around a central cluster of stamens. These stamens, adorned with tips of yellow to orange hues, stood out like tiny flames amidst the pristine white petals, adding a touch of vibrant colour to the otherwise pure palette. With their intricate details and subtle fragrance, the orange blossoms seemed to radiate a quiet elegance, captivating all who beheld their serene charm.

You couldn't help but notice the faintest flush of pink tinting his ears, and your own heart skipped a beat in response. You were well aware of the symbolism behind orange blossoms—eternal love and marriage. But surely, Jade couldn't mean that, could he?

"You brought these for me?" you asked, a mix of surprise and delight colouring your tone.

Jade nodded, a warmth spreading through him at your delight. "Yes, I thought you might like them," he admitted softly.

As you accepted the bouquet, a rush of emotions flooded over you. The delicate scent of the orange blossoms enveloped you, filling your senses with a sweet, intoxicating aroma. Mesmerized, you found yourself unable to look away from the vibrant blooms, each one a masterpiece of nature, without a single flaw in sight.

Jade's gaze remained fixed on yours, his expression tender and sincere. It was as though he was studying your reaction with unwavering attention, and a flutter of anticipation stirred in your chest at the vulnerability he revealed.

"Thank you, Jade," you said, your voice barely above a whisper but filled with sincerity. "These are beautiful."

A relieved smile spread across Jade's face, his eyes alight with a mixture of joy and relief. "I'm glad you like them," he murmured, his voice tinged with warmth.

Though you’re not sure why, Jade had made it a habit to always bring back a bouquet of orange blossoms for you from his hiking trips.

"It doesn't really bother me," he'd say with a closed-eye smile, "since it's on the way."

Each time he presented you with the blooms, your heart fluttered with joy. Yet, you hesitated to believe there were underlying intentions behind his gift. After all, Jade had always been kind to you, and you couldn't fathom the idea of him harbouring romantic feelings.

As the end of his third year at NRC approached, a bittersweet anticipation filled the air. The impending farewell weighed heavy on your heart, mingling with a sense of melancholy. Although Jade promised to visit during breaks and holidays, the thought of no longer seeing him every day stung with loneliness.

Summer break was nearing, and the campus was buzzing with students bidding farewells and exchanging hugs. Amidst the flurry of goodbyes, Jade sought you out, as he always did, with a bouquet of orange blossoms cradled in his arms. His smile was tinged with a hint of sadness as he approached you, and you felt a lump form in your throat at the sight of him.

"These are for you," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper as he handed the flowers to you.

You accepted the bouquet with trembling hands, the weight of the moment settling heavily upon you. The sweet fragrance of the orange blossoms enveloped you like a comforting embrace, but it did little to dispel the sorrow that threatened to consume you.

"Thank you, Jade," you managed to say, your voice choked with emotion.

“I... I don’t wish for this to be the last time I give you flowers,” he confessed softly, his eyes searching yours with earnest sincerity. “Will you really not consider marriage with me?"

A heavy silence hung between you, each moment feeling weighted with unspoken words and unexpressed feelings. Then, Jade reached out to cup your cheek, guiding your gaze to meet his.

Caught off guard by his heartfelt plea, your eyes widened in astonishment. "Jade, I... I never realized... You…"

"But you knew, didn't you? You must have..." Jade's voice trembled with vulnerability. "Every flower, every gesture—it was all for you."

Your mind raced, memories flashing before your eyes like a vivid tapestry woven from moments shared together. Each bouquet, each flower—he had poured his heart into every gesture, his feelings hidden in plain sight all along.

Tears shimmered in your eyes as understanding washed over you like a gentle wave crashing upon the shore. The pieces of the puzzle fell into place, and you realized the depth of his devotion, the sincerity of his love.

“Yes, Jade," you whispered, your voice barely above a breath but filled with certainty. "Yes, a thousand times, yes."

The next thing you know, his lips are pressed against yours in a tender, passionate embrace. In that fleeting moment, the world around you faded into insignificance, leaving only the warmth of his touch, the sweetness of his kiss, and the promise of a love that would endure through every trial and triumph.

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#jade “oh prefect likes flowers they can understand what im trying to convey... right?” leech #hehehe lovesick silly eel who does everything except confess is my favourite #✧2k! blossoming bouquets✦#twstnexus #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland jade #twisted wonderland jade leech #jade leech #jade leech x reader #twst jade #twst jade x reader #twst jade leech #twst jade leech x reader

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whatwooshkai · 3 months

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"put this guy in earthspark" "put that guy in earthspark" I think you are all correct but I've been thinking about it so here's who I would love to see in earthspark and why:

-sunstreaker and sideswipe (this show is all about family when was the last time the twins were on screen together huh. they are speedster twins twitch and thrash would love them)

-ironhide (would be plotting megatron's demise the second he saw him. like optimus' scary dog who barks every time megatron gets too close "he don't bite" "YES HE DO")

-jazz and prowl (I think they should show up together. I think prowl needs someone to handle people for him because if he showed up by himself it would not end well. also I love jazz and find their dynamic fun, plus jazz would love the terrans)

-ratchet and deadlock (specifically deadlock. it would be so funny. imagine ratchet comes into camp and they're like "holy shit thank god finally an actual medic who can help us" but look he's got the cybtertronian equivalent of a feral attack dog following him that adores him and hates everyone else and he's not doing anything about it)

-thundercracker and buster (GIVE HIM HIS DOG!! bonus points if skywarp and starscream are like "oh we don't know about thundercracker. we lost him years ago. we hope one day to find him and welcome him with open arms" and this whole time he's had a dog and been writing screenplays like "oh they know I'm fine" [they don't])

-first aid (I love ratchet but bro's been dominating the medical field. put first aid in. or literally any other medic actually. put fucking pharma in and let him go wild. that would be fun. but back to first aid I love his character and I think his "I'm a medic, but..." attitude would fit perfectly, and he'd love the terrans)

-pharma

-whirl (do it you fucking cowards. and don't do it like cyberverse. make him unhinged. he would be such a bad influence it would be great)

#oh boy that's a lot of characters #maccadam #transformers #transformers earthspark #tf ratchet #tf deadlock #tf sunstreaker #tf sideswipe #tf ironhide #tf jazz #tf prowl #tf thundercracker #tf first aid #tf pharma #tf whirl #tfe

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fenricken · 6 months

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You Keep Slipping From My Grasp 2/7

AO3

Ship: Spirit Halloween

He felt arms wrap around his chest, pulling him up and out of the water. He gasped as his head breached the surface, and he came face to face with a young woman.

“Sir! what is that creature you came on!?” the woman asked him. He turned to where she was pointing, and saw a tentacled creature rearing back to attack them. He grabbed a sword that had been lying on the ground, and charged forward, ready to defend.

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“Daaaad,” Dani groaned, hanging off Danny’s arm as he flew towards Clockwork’s lair. “Can I pleeease go with you to see Batman? I’m an expert on him!”

“First of all, you’re an expert in Robins and the best way to annoy them, and that’s not the same as being an expert in Batman. Secondly, you and Jazz have been quizzing me nonstop about the guy, I think I’m prepared!”

Dani pouts, “I just think he’s super cool. Besides! I know you’re a coward and you’d never actually talk to the guy without someone pushing you.”

Danny stops to turn to face Dani.

“Sweetie, I know you have a lot of experience hopping between dimensions and multiverses, but this situation is a bit different. Clockwork’s said he specifically sent me because I’m more resistant to the ill-effects of dimension-manipulation magic as an Ancient of Doors,” he takes a breath, making sure Dani’s full focus is on him.

“I just don’t want anything bad to happen to you.”

Dani is still pouting, so Danny reaches out to take her face in his hands.

“I promise when this is settled you can drag me to meet Batman or annoy one of the Robins– whatever you want.”

Slowly, Dani turned wide, watery eyes to Danny. He was only able to keep looking into her puppy eyes for a short while before throwing his hands up in exasperation.

“Ugh! Fine! I’ll ask Clockwork if you can at least watch, but I don’t know how much you’ll actually be able to see due to whatever’s blocking him.”

“Yes! Good enough!” Dani whoops, before speeding ahead towards Clockwork’s Lair.

Danny chuckled before following after.

————

Mordecai had been set to investigate what witch lived in Gotham nailing bats to Church doors. But his eyes were not as clouded as his brothers’, for he knew witches were less common than they liked to believe.

For example, this bat was nailed to the door with a knitting needle Goodwife Tyler had been using just yesterday. Mordecai knew too that Matthew Tyler would often beat his wife and had gone missing not long ago.

Of course, when he brought this to the attention of his fellow witch-hunters and peace-keepers, Brother Malleus had just insisted that Goodwife Tyler must be a witch and sent her to be dunked in the river until she confessed or drowned. Until Mordecai stopped him, that was.

Frustrated with the events of the day, Mordecai set out for the woods to meet with Annie. Many suspected her of being a witch, but she was the only one whose company he found solace in.

They talked of many things together–the accusations of her being a witch, their mutual distaste of Malleus, and Mordecai’s struggle to remember anything before waking up in Annie’s cabin almost 2 weeks ago.

Annie told him too of losing her parents, and being shunned to the woods. Of feeling a bit lost in the twists and turns of life. Mordecai had said then, “We have something in common Annie… both of us lost in our way.”

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Danny leaned against a tree, watching Batman and Annie embrace. While he had watched Batman walk around Gotham, using investigative techniques to uncover the lack of witches, he had been mostly impressed that Batman had stayed so committed to his morals even without his memories.

Danny was entranced watching Batman insist on finding a different path forward beyond just declaring anything odd as witchcraft. It was exactly the kind of behavior Danny sought to promote as Ancient of Doors.

But the conversation he overheard between Batman and Annie was like a bucket of ice water over him. The reminder that Batman was separated from everything he knew, and everything that made him Batman. While he knew he could not actually do anything in this situation, and that even trying would probably lead to something worse, Danny yearned to help the hero he had grown so fond of, both from his own observations and the stories from Dani and other ghosts.

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“The dragon’s been sighted in the woods! All witch-hunters fall in!”

Mordecai climbs on his horse, preparing to follow. He may not believe in this dragon, but clearly something is going on. The witch-hunters head into the woods, in the direction opposite Annie’s cabin.

But when they arrive, there’s no dragon—only the bones of seven men.

Mordecai hops off his horse to examine the bodies.

“Do you say now that witches and dragons don’t exist, Brother Mordecai?” Malleus asks.

“No, these men were dead before their flesh was eaten. See there— Matthew Tyler, his head caved in with what was probably a kitchen ladle.”

“Enough! You blame a ladle for this? When there’s a witness?” Malleus turns to face a villager that had come with them, “Tell Brother Mordecai what you saw.”

“It was a great beast, with seven heads and ten horns, just as the scripture tells. Each head was feeding on a different man…but when the bats came out to hunt, it fled.”

As the man spoke, Mordecai felt a sense of familiarity. In his mind, the image of a maw surrounded by thrashing tentacles arose.

Malleus continued, oblivious to Mordecai’s mental turmoil. “I will protect this town, as is my duty to god! They say an eclipse of the sun will come tomorrow, and by then, we will be ready!”

“An eclipse? There was something about an eclipse…” Mordecai muttered.

Malleus kept talking, but Mordecai was no longer listening.

With nothing to hunt, the witch-hunters left back to Gotham. Mordecai left to find Annie, to warn her of what was coming.

“You’re not safe here Annie. Malleus is a fanatic, and he doesn’t care about logic. I fear it’s only a matter of time before he sets his eyes on you. There’s something else too… something in these woods. The creature that attacked me, that night you found me. I remembered a bit more when I saw the traces of its destruction. It wasn’t the Church that sent me here, Annie. And I remember a dead man was with us… wearing these clothes. You took them from him and gave them to me, didn’t you? These are Mordecai’s clothes!” He grabbed on to her arm to keep her from fleeing. She didn’t answer for a moment, but he held her gaze.

“I saw you rise from the water myself. You came when I called. That’s all I know.”

“Called? Where did I come from? I need you to take me there, Annie!”

“Fine. It’s private, hidden. It belonged to the Miagani who were here before us. It means bat-people.” She stood to lead him to the cave where she met him, “I’ll tell you more when we get there, but we’ll have to travel through the night.”

“Always bats…” He mutters.

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“I thought Danny said you couldn’t actually see much of what was happening? This is actually pretty clear.” Dani asked from her suspended upside-down position in front of the gear that followed Danny and Batman.

Clockwork turned to her, a small but smug smile on his face. “Well, it’s not totally clear…”

Dani narrowed her eyes at him. “You have some ulterior motive here don’t you, gramps…”

Clockwork turned back to the screens. “Well, I doubt it’s dissimilar to your motivations in encouraging your father to try talking to Batman. He could do with some… companionship.”

Dani looked horrified for a brief moment, thought for a bit, before an evil smile spread across her face. “While I feel like I should be grossed out that you’re trying to set dad up with someone, I think it’d be hilarious to show up at the Robins’ house as their new stepsister.”

“Then, we’re in accord, young Dani?”

“Oh yeah, I’m excited to see where this is going, gramps.”

Clockwork turned to another gear, and pressed his staff to it, showing a different image. “If you’re interested, I might have a mission you can undertake that would make this more… ‘fun’ for you.”

“I’m in!”

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The cave was dark, illuminated poorly by the torch Annie carried. And yet, he couldn’t help but note there was something about these caves that felt like…home.

“It was you, wasn’t it? You weren’t out gathering herbs as you told me. It was you who summoned the dragon that killed the real Mordecai, wasn’t it?” he asked, watching Annie.

“I only wanted to chase him away. They sent him to hunt me! All those witch hunters playing at saints, but they don’t shy away from destroying the land and slaughtering animals and other people. The Miagani who were here before us had the right of it, so yes, when Mordecai was sent to hunt me, I prayed to their gods and asked for someone to save me. And then, you came, riding on the back of that thing they call the dragon. If you want to say I’m guilty of being a witch because I worship gods that are not theirs, then I’ll confess to you. My gods are not their god or their devil.”

Mordecai heard something in the quiet after she finished speaking.

“Annie, we have to get out of this place right now. There’s something down there-”

On cue, the tentacled creature rose from the water to attack.

“Run Annie, run!” he yelled, pulling out his swords to fend off the tentacles. He managed to cut one off before he was pushed back by two more. He stumbled, and reoriented himself, preparing to charge back in, but was distracted by quick footsteps approaching. Fearing Annie had returned, he turned to tell her to run again, but stopped short at the sight of a white-haired man in dark leather armor running toward the monster with his sword drawn.

“Look out!”, the other man shouted. Mordecai turned and ducked under an incoming tentacle. He heard a slashing sound as the white-haired man fended off more tentacles heading towards them. The two quickly fell into a rhythm as they fought the dragon, green tentacles and water falling around them as they danced and wove together.

Finally, Mordecai saw an opening at the creature’s mouth. He launched himself forward, sword aimed ahead.

His head breached the water, and he could only splutter and scrabble to keep his head above the water. He made his way to the beach ahead.

“Can’t forget this time… Man of Bats…”

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Batman was gone now, and so was the tentacled monster. The residual energy from Batman’s jump felt the same as before.

Danny stepped out of the cave, noting that the eclipse had occurred, and the sun was now peeking out again.

He opened a portal, stepping back into Clockwork’s lair, sighing heavily. He set his sword down, and stretched out his shoulders.

“So…” he started, staring at Clockwork’s back, nervous.

“I’m not mad, Danny. I think you did the right thing.” Clockwork turned to face Danny, smiling slightly. “Come here, and give me your sword.”

Danny came to stand next to Clockwork in front of a lab he must’ve set up while Danny was gone. Danny put his sword on the table. Clockwork got to work taking a sample of the monster’s blood that was still on it.

“I asked your parents to come, as I thought we may be able to make use of their expertise in figuring out what is causing Batman to travel through time. While we’re waiting, we might as well check to see how the monster might be related to what’s happening. I assumed you didn’t read the energy of the monster for yourself.”

“No, I’m sorry Clockwork. Everything happened so quickly, and I just-”

Clockwork put his hand on Danny’s shoulder to cut him off. “I think you handled everything just fine, Danny. It was a stressful situation, and you jumped in to protect Batman, which was good. In any case, we still have the blood from the creature, so we can still just examine that. You made the right choices in the situation, Danny. I don’t want you getting stuck thinking that you could’ve been better when you did what was needed. Now, we just need to focus on next steps.”

“Thanks, Clockwork.” Danny said, smiling slightly. He held out his hand for the blood sample, which Clockwork gave him.

“Now, focus, and see if it’s similar to the energy you detected off Batman before.”

Danny did as Clockwork directed. The energy from the blood felt faint, but Danny was still able to feel it. “It feels the same,” he told Clockwork.

Clockwork nodded, taking the vial and setting it down on the table. “Let’s leave this for your parents to study when they get here.”

“CLOCKY! GRANDPA! I’M BAAAACK!” they heard shouting from below, before Dani, in her human form, popped her head through the floor, her tongue sticking out.

“OH! Dad’s here! Great! Pops and Nana are on their way up too.” Dani finished pulling her body through the floor before running to squeeze between Clockwork and Danny.

They heard the clomping of Jack Fenton climbing the stairs, and a moment later they saw Maddie’s red hair.

“Dann-o! Clockwork called us to say you found something new and mysterious! Tell us everything!”

Clockwork chuckled. “How about we sit down for some tea and hot chocolate first. I see Mrs. Fenton brought fudge, and I should be able to find some cookies I got from an old friend.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Danny said, smiling.

A/N:

I'm not exactly trying to shy away from "darker" themes, but yeah if I'm not in the mood, I'm definitely going to keep away from things I think are over a certain line.

On that note:

Deliberately didn’t include what happens to Annie in the end, because I felt like it would change the overall tone of this story considering how serious that matter is. Similarly, tried to cut out most of the bible talk, but honestly considering where my biases lie and also just embodying Annie when writing her great rant, I gave up cutting all of it out. I'm hoping it's not too bad.

Spoiler-ish of what happens to Annie if you are planning on reading Batman: Return of Bruce Wayne:

It's not good, but definitely not as terrible as I fear I'm making it out to be. Think 'typical violence against witches'

#dpxdc #dc x dp #dp x dc crossover #spirit halloween ship #batman comic rewrite basically

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augenblicklich-lila · 1 year

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cod incorrect quotes #12

HEY GUYS. Just fyi, I'm back. Was gone for like a month because this account got shadowbanned (wrongly, I'd like to add) and it took this long to get it fixed but I'm super grateful everything is back to normal and I can go back to posting! Love y'all ♡

the usual jazz, mainly Y/N/Reader stuff, platonic and romantic. ♡♡♡

- Lila

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.✭・♛ ♛ （ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)つ━━✫・*。 ⊂　　ノ　　　・゜+. しーーＪ　　　°。+ *´¨)

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.✭・♛

Soap: I’ve done a lot of dumb stuff. Ghost: I witnessed the dumb stuff. Y/N: I recorded the dumb stuff. Alejandro: I joined in on the dumb stuff. Gaz/Rodolfo: WE TRIED TO STOP YOU FROM DOING THE DUMB STUFF!!!

Gaz: You know those things will kill you, right? Ghost, pouring another glass of whiskey: That’s the point. Soap, smoking a cigarette: We’re trying to speed up the process. Y/N: Nods while eating raw cookie dough

Price: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the items you have lost throughout your life Soap: It would be nice to get my sense of purpose back Ghost: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! How did you find this old thing? Gaz: I knew I lost that potential somewhere! Y/N: Mental stability, my old friend! Price: Price: I was just gonna show you this cool trunk my mother left me but do you guys need a hug?

Price: What’s something you guys are better than Ghost at? Gaz: Mario Kart. Soap: Yeah, video games. Y/N: Emotional vulnerability.

Y/N: Bye Rudy! Bye Soap! Bye Ghost! Bye Alejandro! Bye Rudy! Soap: You said ‘bye Rudy’ twice. Y/N: I like Rudy.

Price: Anyone d- Gaz: Depressed? Ghost: Drained? Soap: Dumb? Y/N: Disliked? Price: -done with their work…what is wrong with you people…

Gaz: Bridge the generation gap by combining old and new slang into one! Soap: Tubular AF! Y/N: Mood to the max! Price, annoyed: Groovy, I hate it. Ghost, just as annoyed: If she breathes, she’s a square.

Ghost: Nothing in life is free. Gaz: Love is free! Soap: Adventure is free. Price: Knowledge is free. Y/N: Everything is free if you take it without paying.

Rodolfo: What does 'take out' mean? Soap: Food. Gaz: Dating Ghost: Murder Y/N: IT CAN MEAN ALL THREE IF YOU'RE NOT A COWARD.

Cop: You’re receiving a ticket for having three people on one motorcycle. Gaz: Shit. Ghost: Wait, three? Cop: Yeah? Y/N: OH MY GOD SOAP FELL OFF!!!

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.✭・♛ 　 ∧＿∧ （｡･ω･｡)つ━☆・*。 ⊂　　ノ　　　・゜+. しーＪ　　　°。+ *´¨) “Hie thee home, little wanderer.”

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.✭・♛

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gothtsukasa · 3 months

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Assigning PJSK characters an alternative subculture!

One of my biggest interests are alternative subcultures so it's time to assign some to the PJSK ocs! Feel free to reply with your own thoughts and headcanons.

Firstly, let's get the characters who are already implied to be in certain subcultures out of the way. Notably Saki and Mizuki. As we're all aware of, Saki is implied to be a gyaru and Mizuki is definitely in the lolita/ouji subculture.

Saki would a Kogal/Kogyaru since her outfits reflects the kogal style like the cards above! I also like to think that if ColoPale weren't cowards, her everyday outfits and makeup would feature the Ganguro style. Though Mizuki has many cards that depict them in different kinds of lolita/ouji fashion (such as gothic ouji and sweet lolita) I personally don't think they have a fixed aesthetic and simply just sew/buy whatever looks cute. (And trained cards don't exactly reflect what the PJSK ocs would wear in the canonical universe.)

Now that we've done a quick run down on the already alternative PJSK ocs, it's time to assign subcultures!

To summarize, I believe that:

L/N: Ichika - Grunge, Saki - Ganguro, Honami - Mori Kei, Shiho - Heavy metal

MMJ: Airi - Himegyaru, Shizuku - Mori Kei (For Minori and Haruka, I'm genuinely unsure...)

VBS: Hip-hop

WXS: Tsukasa - Goth (surprise!), Emu - Decora, Nene - Cybergoth/Cyberpunk, Rui - Scene (duh)

N25: Kanade is the type of musician to know what every alternative subculture's music sounds like purely for composing purposes, Mafuyu: Hardcore Punk, Ena: Jirai Kei who indulges in Riot GRRRL music, Mizuki: Unfixed Lolita/Ouji

Further elaboration under the cut because some of these are far-fetched. (Goth Tsukasa is real, I promise)

About Ichika: I know that Punk is often looked down upon by guitarists because it's sloppy and often doesn't involve proper music theory and Grunge is influenced by Hardcore Punk so why would Ichika be that. My answer is: Kurt Cobain flannel.

About Tsukasa: Tsukasa is a jazz/classical music type of guy. However, please consider Tsukasa admiring Post-punk vocals (specifically Siouxsie's) and how goth music's lyrics are beautiful and poetic. Imagine him writing show scripts to ethereal wave music. Tsukasa probably wrote the Romeo and Juliet script while listening to deathrock. He is a romantic/ethereal goth and you cannot convince me otherwise.

About Rui: JUST! LOOK AT HIM! That man is a scene guy.

About Mafuyu: She needs to let her inner rage out so I assigned her hardcore punk for that reason. Just imagine her aggressively strumming one of Kanade's guitars.

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yetanothergreyjedi · 1 year

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Ghosts of Our Past: pt 11

DP x DC crossover

Danny Fenton and Damian Wayne sibling AU

Ao3

Masterpost Prev Next

It's Wednesday my dudes, here you go

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Constantine: Ya better not be asking because the pajama party managed to both find one and piss it off.

Batman: That is not the situation.

Constantine: Can you leave it alone? If yes: do that!

Batman: I am simply asking for information.

---

"Coffee buddy!" Danny called as Tim (or did he prefer Drake? He'd heard him called both so maybe it was just whatever?) walked into the cave shortly after Alfred. Who was liminal but in a weird way... Danny was guessing he was just your standard immortal. Anyway! Tim looked like he hadn’t slept in the time between now and when Danny had last seen him.

"Coffee buddy!" Tim shouted, as dramatically as he did, then in more of a whisper, "You have to help me! Alfred has cut me off!"

Danny glanced at Alfred, who had definitely heard him. Nope! Not worth the risk! "I can guess why. I might be half dead, but at least I don't look it,"

Everyone tensed at the joke, the opposite of what Danny had been going for. Scratch that, everyone but Jason tensed. Jason let out a snort. "They don't think those jokes are funny,"

Danny pouted almost as much as Tim.

---

Jazz chose boots instead of heels. Armored HAZMAT instead of a blazer. Hair pulled tightly back instead of free and unthreatening. If her roommate was still awake, she'd probably mistake her for an intruder, but she was not, and Jazz was gone before that could change. Gotham was over a days drive away— but only if she insisted on obeying physics.

---

Danny had waited until later in the night to tell Damian "We should talk." And had Damian stiffened but agreed. Because of the lateness someone suggested that Damian guide his brother back to the hotel. While, again, Damian agreed, the tension did not lift. They moved silently until he couldn’t stand it anymore.

"I'm sorry." Danny "I should've come back for you, I was a coward, probably still am, but—"

"No— you’re not— Stop apologizing! I should be apologizing!"

The air was a swirl of bitter flavors, Danny gave a nervous laugh before starting. "It's fine— I mean, it's really not, but we were little kids and like, super brainwashed. So it's not purely your fault... I mean I don't blame you for it... anymore..."

"Just like that?" Damian's voice was small. Doubt was sour like inedible berries, honey sweet hope did little to balance it.

Danny sighed, "Dami, I've spent the last seven years trying to sort this out in my head. It's not 'just' like anything."

He turned around, his back to Damian as he climbed. "Like this, it freaks me out, and at first I thought you'd been hunting me, but you weren't and intentions matter."

Like all the ghosts who'd been teaching him how to ghost by lightly punting him, or his parents before the ectouranium incident. Damian had waited a moment before following him, putting enough distance between them that Danny didn't feel like his heart was going to leave his chest. Even if Danny wasn't actually that worried about being stabbed, he would be fine, he wouldn't even bleed if he didn't want to. Trauma was dumb like that though, and he appreciated Damian's patience.

His younger brother pulled himself up after him. "But I did. I meant to."

Guilt was another flavor Danny couldn't describe with human terms, but this specific guilt satisfied something entirely in-human inside him, a part that still hadn't let this death go. "And you did. But would you do it again?"

"No!"

"Then we're cool about that."

"And about you remaining hidden." Damian adds. "I would not have responded the same if you had returned to Nanda Parbat..."

"But you got out," Danny marveled. "I hadn't let myself hope, Dami... I'm so proud of you,"

Damian sniffled, and Danny pulled the younger boy into his arms.

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Back in the cave, Bruce moved to the comms control panel, and silently hit mute. They didn't need anyone else listening in on this.

The league communicator buzzed.

Constantine: And you're sure it's a Doorway Spirit, not just a Barrier Spirit?

Batman: He said Doorway.

Constantine: Who said it?! Bats if someone is fucking around with one, ya lead with that!

---

Cleaning tears out of domino masks wasn't hard, but it did make one feel foolish. Danny seemed way too amused but the fact.

"They're designed to keep outside contaminants out. The usual amount of tears is minimal." Damian pointed out.

"It still seems dumb." Danny finished wiping his on the hem of his shirt. At least they both had hoods, otherwise they'd have to find a more secure location with fuzzy lenses.

"It is certainly an oversight." Damian agreed.

"Makes sense tho?"

"What does?"

"If you're having a crisis in the mask you probably should go home. And if you can't see, then it's gonna be hard to keep working."

"Sometimes we are still needed. It is something to improve."

Danny paused, mask still in hand. He looked Damian in the eye. "Even with all of you? It gets that bad?"

"There are times, it's not— Danny..." Damian took a step back.

"Is everything... oh, it's my eyes again isn't it." Danny flushed, and his eyes returned to blue. "That's just something that happens with me, it's not a sign I'm about to go all murdery or something."

Damian nodded slowly, Danny certainly seemed in control of himself, and earlier with Todd he'd focused on defense. That did not seem like someone under the influence of pit rage.

"I've got it on the list of 'things I need to explain at some point,'"

"You have a list."

"Yeah, I have a list, my life is weird. You should probably have a list too."

"I do not."

"I'm sorry?! Do you think I missed the Bat cave dinosaur?!"

---

Batman: Constantine. What do you know?

Constantine: for certain? Almost nothing. These guys are rare, and powerful.

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"Why is there a magazine butt plate catch?" Jason asked, completely serious. Tim was too sleep deprived to not giggle.

"Replacement." Jason chided, almost sounding fond... Tim must be getting slap happy. Jason held up the offending piece of metal. "Where did this come from?"

"Probably from when Danny took apart the gun,"

"What?"

Tim was already pulling up the mask footage. They watched the two minute explanation, then, gun bits on the pavement.

"He didn't even look at it..." Tim realized, considering that the part on the table wasn't that easy to remove. He was also 90% sure you needed tools to take a gun apart that completely.

"You know what, that tracks." Jacen said, like he was aware of something Tim was not.

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Batman: Do you want to have this conversation in person?

Constantine: *Read 1:46 AM*

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"So... Do you play Doomed?"

"Tt, Of course,"

"Oh, so you're good at it." Danny inferred, hopping down onto the fire escape.

Damian followed, noting how the metal had been silent for Danny, but made a soft clank when Damian stepped. The more Danny relaxed the more effort Damian had to put into tracking his movements. "Of course,"

Danny made a mock-offended gasp, "You're just saying of course to be annoying!"

Damian hadn't been, he had been distracted by the almost unnatural stealth. However he did not say this. He gave a sly smile. "Of course,"

"Well then, I don't suppose you'd want to come in and meet my friends?"

The game had been a trap. Damian was not going to admit defeat so easily... and well, he did want to meet the people his brother chose to occupy his time with. "Of course."

Danny beamed as he led Damian to the hallway window. He pulled it open in a too-smooth way and Damian knew that opening windows from the outside did not work like that. It did not, however, even surprise him at this point.

"They're going to love you," Danny said, right before pain exploded in the back of Damian's head. Then, the world went black.

I've made an executive decision that nights in Gotham are longer than nights in nearby locations. Most people won't notice or will think it's their imagination, Amity kids noticed immediately but shrugged and decided that technically meant they got to sleep in.

I don't think it's actually gonna come up in fic, but like nearly every plot point in Gotham happens at night, and I'm implementing a "magic" system, so Gotham gets quirks.

1. I was gonna have bats find out that Dami did the stab here, but then I realized how much potential there was in Danny just casually mentioning it.

2. Danny figures, he told them what he was, so he's done putting a ridiculous amount of effort into being human.

3. Cliffhanger

4. Why does Ao3 add in automatic spacing in the chapter text but not the notes section? It's weirding me out

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versadies · 2 years

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hehe i am as fast as lighting mcqueen /j

hi! can i request kazuha 7, 15, and morning. thank you very much and hope you have a good day :D

that one cute barista. (kazuha x gn!reader)

AIRLINE... THAT ONE CUTE BARISTA

STEWARD... kaedehara kazuha (w/ gn!reader)

LOCATION... galesong hill (coffee shop au), 15 ST. "is this a date?" / "are you trying to ask me out?"

PLANE... fluff/no-angst, modern!au, barista!kazuha, second-hand embarrassment (?), no tw as far as i know :D

PASSENGERS... @scaraslover @saving-for-xiao @dawgimsohot @kazu-topia @chiruru @aqualesha @renamichii @mrkamisato @shenhesl0ver @serami00 @serenareiss @hiqhkey @emperatris-rinaka @bystander36 @irisxiel @ladycoleigh @034ven @dear-dairiess @owozi8 @hadesaedes @chiro-chiro-kun @hersscherofyatta @mariusvonhangme @zuyoo @hoshikistarlette @solaaresque @crowbird @lordbugs @flowersforayato @headintheclouddd @estelwrld @giyusimpsassemble @irethepotatosblog @moonlightaangel @alice0blog @shotosbrainrot @sniffoat @chihawari @mxsomn @kuni-kuzushii @jiminscarmex @mitsukii14 @nejibot @ylimeprive @sachispet @loreleis-world @sn-owo @starforecasts @someonetookmynamelmao @ceylestia @koshiisu @ymikkos @reallysporadicarcade

LANDING... in which a friend of yours has enough of you drooling over that cute barista in the coffee shop you frequently go to and take matters into his own hands.

PILOT... here's my first fic for my 7k milestone event!! hope you enjoy this anon <333

PENPAL SERVICE... MASTERLIST

Every morning, the first place you go to is a certain coffee shop that’s near your place.

The place is to your liking with its jazz music, polite employees who make sure to serve everyone’s order fast, peaceful atmosphere, busy customers going about their day, and of course, the coffee shop’s cutest employee you’ve ever laid your eyes on.

The moment you entered the coffee shop to order your usual drink, you instantly spotted a cute white-haired man stationed by the cashier instead of the old barista who used to be there, and boy was he sweet and so.. So dreamy!

So who could blame you for falling in love right there and then?

Since then, you start to get ready for the day happily and make sure to not look like you’ve risen up from the dead. Sure, you sometimes spoke the wrong order that’s only available from another restaurant, but the way he’s staring at you with his dreamy smile makes your legs turn to jelly. Sure, you pronounced his name wrong, but he forgave you after you kept apologizing so many times. Sure, you always have the urge to squeal every time his fingers brushes yours or is just doing the bare minimum, but you always contain yourself. Sure, you’re a bit of a coward to make a conversation with him in fear of embarrassing yourself, but only a person can hope that something will happen right?

Your friend isn’t impressed to say the least.

As far as you know, Scaramouche is the only person who knows about your silly little crush thanks to you daydreaming while staring at Kazuha, and decided that he’ll dedicate his entire life on either teasing the crap out of you or comment about it every time he catches you drooling over the barista.

Usually, it’s the latter.

“You’re seriously not wearing perfume, are you?” Scaramouche comments, his nose scrunching as soon as the fragrance you’re wearing hits him. “Ugh, you are! All for that barista?”

You immediately feel your cheeks warm up in response, embarrassed by how loud your friend was. “Shut up, you’re embarrassing me! What if he hears you?!”

He scoffs in response. “What is he gonna do about it? Kick me out?”

You rolled your eyes. “Just go enjoy your weird order.”

“Weird?! How is quad long shot grande in a venti cup half calf double cupped no sleeve salted caramel mocha latte with 2 pumps of vanilla substitute 2 pumps of white chocolate mocha for mocha and substitute 2 pumps of hazelnut for toffee nut half whole milk and half breve with no whipped cream extra hot extra foam extra caramel drizzle extra salt and add a scoop of vanilla bean powder with light ice well stirred weird?!”

How does he not forget a long order such as that? You’ll never know. “...I think that alone explains it.”

You couldn’t help but look at where Kazuha is all the while Scaramouche protests about your comment. You hope he’s single, you would feel guilty if it turns out that he’s taken.

Unnoticed by you, your dreamy sigh made Scaramouche stop talking and raise an eyebrow at you. Are you seriously unashamedly watching a barista looking like you’re about to drool while ignoring him talking about how his order isn’t weird but just long?!

Disgusting, outrageous!

The sounds of Scaramouche grumbling and his chair moving made you finally look at your friend in confusion. “Where are you going?” You ask. Unfortunately he didn’t reply, heading towards the cashier counter with his hands buried in his pockets.

Huh, maybe he’s just going to order some food–

What. Is. He. Doing. You thought with your eyes slowly widening, watching Scaramouche talking to Kazuha about something, unsure if whether or not you should panic.

It was when Kazuha glances at your way while Scaramouche was talking to him that made you panic.

What is that buffoon doing?!

You could feel sweat in your palms as you overthink about what your friend is talking about with your crush, especially when the barista started laughing lightly. Surely, he can’t possibly be telling him about your crush as some petty comeback, right?

When Scaramouche comes back, he suddenly sits down with his arms crossed, an unexplainable expression on his face.

“What did you tell him?” You ask nervously.

“Just asked if they sell any chocolate since I’m craving one.” He spoke casually.

You furrow your eyebrows slightly, unsure if you should take his word for it or not.

“Why? Did you think I’d actually drag myself to the counter and tell him about how you’re basically drooling over him?” He brought up with a grin.

“N-No! Of course not!”

Oh well, it’s not like Kazuha didn’t look like he’s disgusted or anything, so maybe Scaramouche is telling the truth, giving you a reason to continue your day without thinking of it too much.

–

Turns out, he wasn’t telling the truth.

The next day after, you went to the coffee shop once more but without Scaramouche this time, the incident was long forgotten. As always, you order your usual and come to an available table that’s not too near to the cashier but near enough to gaze at him without him noticing (or so you hoped).

It took perhaps a few minutes until someone places something on top of your table, causing you to flinch in surprise and look up at the person–

No way.

“I hope you’re not allergic to cake or anything.” Kazuha spoke with a smile that made you want to swoon.

You blink a few times, using your still sleepy brain cells to process what’s going on until you immediately sit up straight. “O-Oh uh… I don’t recall ordering one– u-unless I did of course, but did I actually order one though–?”

“Consider this one on the house.” Kazuha interrupts with an amused laugh. “You can thank your friend for this. I’m free around 17:00 and will wait for you here.”

Your mouth opens agape. “Wait, what are you waiting for exactly?”

He laughs once again, causing the butterflies in your stomach to go crazy from such beautiful sounds. “For you, of course.”

…What?

You look like a fish already, trying to process what he’s trying to say as your heart beats in anticipation. Is he… doing what you think he’s doing?

“...Is this a date?” You ask hesitantly, regretting immediately when you realized that it’s probably not what he’s hinting–

“Do you want it to be?”

You feel your cheeks and ears warming real quick in response. “..Yes…?”

His smile reaches up to his eyes. Who knew such eyes could brighten up because of you? “Great then. I’ll see you later, ( Name ).”

“See… you later…?” You spoke in a trance, watching him walking back to the counter before he continues to serve more drinks to other customers.��

…

Dear Celestia if you’re hearing this, I don’t ever wanna wake up. You thought, looking down at the cake with a now wide smile.

ONE DAY AGO.

Just as Kazuha finishes giving one last customer their order, he hears someone clearing their throat, causing him to turn around and see Scaramouche standing nearby.

“May I help you, Scaramouche?” The barista asks. “I hope I didn’t get your order wrong–”

“You gotta ask them out before I go insane, Kazuha.”

Kazuha almost chokes on his own saliva, taken back by surprise from his bold words. “I’m sorry, pardon?”

“Do you know what it’s like for me to spend my morning with that lunatic drooling over you and you drooling over them while we’re on our way home?” Scaramouche hissed. “If none of you won’t speak up and ask each other out for what – months? I’ll do it myself.”

The barista couldn’t help but glance at your way, his mouth twitches upward at the sight of your nervous face.

“Alright, just give me a day since you do look like you’re about to lose your hair.”

“Thank you.” Scaramouche spoke in a relieved tone, but stopped himself from walking away when he remembered something. “By the way, you added too much ice on my drink when I said it should be light.”

Kazuha sweatdrops. “...I see.”

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greyskyflowers · 11 months

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I have this half idea in my head and I'm going to word barf if here so maybe it inspires someone instead of living in my head. And this is a weird one because I just wanted to focus I guess on consent and how it might play a part in different plot ideas.

How doing something on your terms is different than doing it on someone else's, no matter what the intention.

I did a post a long time ago with a similar idea for Hawks (mha) and having fans touch his wings vs having friends or a significant other.

⚠️This might be all over the place but I swear it all comes together in the end. ⚠️

Recently I had a post where I discussed Zoro and the crew basically keeping their vulnerabilities to themselves. Sure, everyone has seen them cry or bleed at some point but the real, gritty stuff is kept to themselves. Not out of shame, but love. Only they get to see each other truly weak or broken. And this kind of goes with that idea.

I wanted to kind of focus on consent with this idea, on allowing someone to see you when you aren't comfortable.

It can be such a honor to see someone when they don't want to be seen, they they trust you to love them when they don't see themselves as loveable.

Zoro is a proud guy. He's strong, talented, usually very likable, attractive, etc He's also half naked in basically every battle and all the good stuff like that. But that's a choice.

I think it's different to be bare when you're fighting, when people look at you with fear and respect, or when blood provides a barrier between your skin and the world.

I also think Zoro is a pretty dude. Fight me about it. He's built like a brick shit house and I think he'd be beautiful with some eyeliner. I've also written posts about Zoro being beautiful in all the ways humans are. In the way he laughs, the ways his muscles move, the way he looks at the crew, etc.

Let people be beautiful and bloodthirsty, you cowards.

People have to know Zoro is attractive by now. So what do people do when they think someone is attractive and not living up to their full potential? They have makeovers, the ugly girl has a girls night with the cheerleader and comes back to school dolled up and stunning. The ugly duckling blossoms into a beautiful swan. The guy in the gas station tells you that you'd be prettier if you smiled. The old woman next door tells you that you'd be so much prettier if you stopped dying your hair blue and took off all that makeup.

Garbage.

Now, on to the actual fic idea.

I think this specific idea came from the concept of people just adoring Luffy. People are going to and/or already do fucking worship Luffy, take your pick for why. And it makes sense that someone they worship should be surrounded by beautiful things.

Somehow that leads a group/cult/whatever to the brilliant idea of taking Zoro and trying to surprise Luffy.

Which, nooo.

You could argue the group who takes Zoro mean well, they just think that the Sun god should have someone dressed like sun next to them. It makes sense, okay?

A bloody, demon next to the Sun god just isn't the right vibe. Plus they keep hearing the swordsman is kind of attractive, so really this is basically them helping.

They kidnapped Zoro, which is as impressive as it is concerning, and when the strawhats come for Zoro, they are presented a crewmate worthy of a sun god. At least, according to the people stupid enough to take Zoro from them.

So in reality the groups/cult/whatever present, complete with *jazz hands* and eager excitement, a very ruffled and upset Zoro.

They talk nonstop the entire time. Praises and stories, how devoted they are, how much they love Luffy, why they did all this, all the stuff creepy cults say to supposedly show devotion.

So I picture Zoro way over the top, a tribute to a beloved god after all.

He's clean, a vast amount of tan skin bared and shimmering, and a silver eye narrowed. All while drapped in gold jewelry and accessories.

There's gold bands around his wrists and wrapped around his upper arms. Thin gold chains around his neck of different lengths and types. He's barefoot with ankle bracelets covering his scars

Rings on all fingers. Earrings and ear cuffs in white and gold.

Gold dusted on his cheeks and around his eyes. The barest of black swiped under his eyes, even the closed one. Lips stained just a little darker, like wine

Drapped in white, cream and gold fabrics. Thin gold chains around his waist to help hold the fabric he's wearing.

Every scar visible is painted in with gold.

His chest looks like the dawn breaking the horizon and the scar over his eye looks like it will start dripping sunbeams down his cheek

And really the main question here is, how can anyone possibly look at Zoro and not think he clearly belongs to Luffy?

Every scar now highlighted in gold, every tic of his jaw where he makes himself behave because they're still looking at him and he can tell they're unsure.

That all belongs to them, to Luffy.

Everything on him is a devotional to the crew.

He could be buried in heavy shadows and dark soil, but the sun would still find him. It's in his blood, carved into his skin, and kept close to his heart and loved like his swords. Even if Luffy left a visible mark on Zoro's skin, there wouldn't be a ink in the world dark enough to cover it.

Zoro's ready to rip it all off, even starts breaking some of the thinner chains and handing them to Nami and grumbling about his debt.

There's a slightly franticness to his movements though. A wild look in his eye that you'd only notice if you knew him like they do.

He wipes at his face and it smears the gold like a big brush stroke, hands now golden and leaving trails over his skin as he tries to get everything off. Broken necklaces tangle around his neck from where he snapped them but it's all weaved together, so they just hang there.

He manages to get all the earrings off except his, which chime angrily as he keeps trying to get everything off. Paint flakes on his scars as he moves, the silver, white of the older ones and the raised, pink of the new ones are more edged in gold than covered in it.

The cloth he was drapped in has slipped, barely hanging on around his hips and caught on one of the belt like chains, and it softens the drop to the floor for all the golden things Zoro doesn't give to Nami or the others.

Luffy is actually quiet but uses careful, callused hands to help unhook all the jewelry from his swordsman.

Usopp using his sharp eyes to quickly untangle anything that wouldn't come off quickly.

Franky and Robin offer additional hands when Nami's get full, fully intent of taking compensation from anyone causing their crew so much trouble.

Chopper carefully works his way around Zoro looking for bruises or wounds, he talks nervously the whole time.

Sanji, Jinbei, and Brook are keeping an eye out anyone stupid enough to approach them.

This is a different type of vulnerable than they're use to, but it's still something that makes them all anxious.

Luffy has a face on that doesn't speak of good things to come for anyone involved and it seems like the people responsible have finally caught on. They whisper amoung themselves but the crew only focuses on how Zoro's breathing gets easier with all the things they get off him.

His back is bare of gold when he turns. No scars to paint gold, no perceived flaws to cover. It's such a stark contrast to the rest of his body that it takes a moment to process.

Honestly, it might be what finally snapped the crew into baring teeth and drawing blood. The vulnerably. The familiar broad back in front of them like it was ready to take another blow so they wouldn't have to. Clear of scars, no wounds of shame, not that anything on Zoro could be shameful.

It was just clean skin, warm, alive, and all Zoro. Nothing else.

And their swordman was uncomfortable. He was trembling just the smallest bit in a way he never did unless he was losing too much blood. His pupil blown when he managed to make eye contact with one of them. Nails catching on skin in a desperate attempt to get everything off that made blood raise up and bead along the vivid scratches.

I think Luffy would figure it out first, he'd know immediately.

Nami and Robin next though. They've seen that wild, desperate desire to get someone eyes off, they've worn that look themselves before.

The rest catch on quickly. They're carry too much of each other to not realize what's happening.

And the truth is, Zoro is very eye-catching. And they'll carefully let him know that later, when he's back safe on the ship with them and only their eyes to look at him, only their attention to worry about. When it's clear that it's a compliment given from love and not something taken for desire.

But Zoro's the most stunning when he's comfortable. Especially when he curls his lips back in a snarl and he looks like their Zoro.

When he gets his swords back and wears blood and gold equally on his skin. He looks like someone worthy of a king and it's just another thing that solidifies that he belongs to Luffy and the crew.

Do I think Zoro would wear this for the crew if they ever asked? Yes.

Would he like the attention? Yes.

Because he's decided to be vulnerable for them and only them.

Weeeee consenting poly strawhat vibes for the win with this one.

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anon-e-miss · 7 months

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More Barbarian AU

“Y’re alright,” Ricochet said, taking Barricade by the arm and guiding him down the hall. “Don’t know what the dumb aft was thinkin’ bringin’ ya here like some kinda prize. If he’d known what was good for ‘m he woulda been on a chip to Kaon.”

“What was that about?” Barricade asked. He was rather calm for a mech that had just watched another get beaten to death; that did not mean he was not likely to be terrified.

“Road Handler, the creep that bought ya betrayed Jazz, betrayed our clan,” Ricochet explained. “He said nothin’ when a mutual friend was bridenapped. A coward ‘n a fool. He outta known Jazz would scrap’m.”

“You didn’t save your friend,” Barricade guessed. “Given his reaction.”

“No,” Ricochet replied. “He died from complications givin’ emergence to my brother’s creations.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Barricade said. Ricochet nodded.

“Y’re brother sold ya?” He asked.

“I didn’t manage to find blackmail on him like the last one,” Barricade replied. “He got rid of me before I could.”

“Blackmail?” Ricochet asked.

“I’m receptive,” Barricade explained. “I’m supposed to be a good little brooder. At my age, I should have had two at least by now but I never fancied that life. My progenitor never found a mech who could handle me and when he died I blackmailed my oldest brother so he would leave me to live how I wanted.”

“What’d ya blackmail ‘m wit?” Ricochet asked.

“He liked getting fragged,” Barricade said. “He had this femme bodyguard and I caught them in berth together with her fragging him and slagtalking him like he was a cheap buymecha. If I’d let that out, his reputation would have been destroyed. He would have had to go into exile for the shame of it.”

“Cause he liked gettin’ spiked?” Ricochet asked, aghast.

“Praxus has rules,” Barricade explained. “Receptives get fragged and contributives frag. Sure lots of mecha switch things up but he was a senator. The scandal would have ruined him.”

“That’s… rough,” Ricochet said.

“Don’t feel sorry for him,” Barricade retorted. “He was a disgusting piece of scrap.”

Ricochet was not sure what to think of the mech walking with him. Blackmailing his brother with his sexuality was pretty horrific, but so was being traded or sold to be a broodcarrier. He thought a bit about what Ori had told him of Jazz’s wet nurse, of the hollowness of his optics from the torture of that life. Barricade was far from hollow; he was full of fire. If his own brother had sold him, there was no sending him back to his kin. That begged the question what to do with the mech? Jazz wanted nothing to do with him and was in no state to be responsible for another mechanism’s life. Given the lengths Barricade had gone through not to end up a broodcarrier, he was not going to be keen to be matched off with some friendly clansmecha. It would not be the same, Polyhexians had far more honour that Praxians and their receptive mechanisms were free to do as they pleased but it would also not be the same, because Barricade was Praxian and no clan would take him along for the sake of it.

“Ori, got some work for ya,” Ricochet called as he walked into the rooms his procreators had claimed, not far from the harem.

“What’ve ya done?” Punch asked, out of side. He turned the corner and saw Ricochet with Barricade. Ricochet held up Barricade’s wrist to show his originator the bangles that had been welded around his wrists. “Now how’d ya come to be in Darkmount?”

“My brother sold me,” Barricade replied. “Some mech designated Road Handler bought me and tried to give me to your Warlord as a present.”

“Rico?” Punch asked.

“Jazz beat’m to a pulp,” Ricochet replied. “Real, real dead that one.”

“Can’t say ‘m sorry,” Punch replied. “After all the time he spent in my camp as a ward, his betrayal hurt the most.”

“His clan might have a snit,” Ricochet said.

“Not if they’re smart,” Punch replied. “Come on o’er. I should have cutters narrow ‘nough to snip those off without nickin’ ya.”

It was quick work, once Ori found the right cutters, and Barricade rubbed his wrists, sighing with relief to have the bangles off. Ori ordered tisane and a tray of fuel, figuring Barricade had not fuelled in a while. Ricochet might have left them to chat but he had said he would see to Barricade and so he kept to his glyph and he fuelled with them as Ori asked his questions and they all got a better understanding on how the Praxian caravans operated. Barricade had worked behind the scenes for his oldest brother and had learned a great deal about the inner workings of the operations, despite never going on one.

“There’s room in the harem,” Punch declared when Ricochet asked where thy ought to put Barricade. “Could be good for Prowl to have another Praxian for company.”

“Prowl is not going to want me anywhere near him,” Barricade interjected.

“Why not?” Punch asked.

“Because my older brother is the one that brought his breeding rights,” Barricade replied. “He’s not going to want his rapist’s kin around him or his creations.”

#valveplug #maccadams #murder #gore #mechpreg #kid!fic #tf jazz #tf ricochet #tf punch #tf barricade #anon-e-miss writes

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flowery-king · 2 years

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Tell me more about your au I BEG

So BASICALLY the AU is about Philip ACCIDENTALLY killing his brother instead of PURPOSELY, resulting in him being a much more regretful and sad guy lol. A wet cat if you will.

He still gets very upset with witches because he thinks Caleb was bewitched by his witch partner into taking the stab instead of letting Philip attack the witch like he planned to, doing the whole Belos thing y'know, but later on he realises 'fuck, it was my fault''. At that point however it's too late and the other beings of the demon world fully believe he can communicate with the Titan and all that Jazz and he's wayyy to scared to tell everyone he's been lying so he keeps up the act lol. Especially with the collector, wtf is he suppose to do now??

So he tries his best to find alternative methods to subdue his curse, using palismen as little as possible, he backtracks on his coven sigil sciences to try and find a way to remove it without severing the coven members' hands and he finds a loophole where he barley ever has to petrify wild witches. Basically trying to find rights to all his wrongs because WOW he is a really big asshole and the LEAST he could do is fix his fuck ups.

Don't see this as a redemption au, see it more as a chance to see Philip being a dumb coward scrambling around trying to wash a carpet he stained :) 👍

#if you get what i mean lol #i love villains being unapologetically evil but he latched onto my brain like a parasite and i like drawing the funny so #i have so many ideas on how some events in the show will go differently it's so fun #might even make edits of show scenes :] I'm feelin wild #defanged philip au

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Day 7: Distant Relatives | Engrave

Danny froze as he washed the dishes, a shiver went down his spine. Something was coming, he could feel it. He wasn’t sure what it was but disaster was in the air.

A loud knock sounded through the house, jarring Danny from his reverie. He turned over to where Damian was sitting at the table feeding Cecilia.

“Were you expecting someone?” he asked, setting the dirty dish back in the sink, shutting off the water, and drying his hands off with a towel.

“No, Richard is in Bludhaven, Jason is with the Outlaws in space and the others are all busy with their day jobs. I don’t know who would be here,” he said, pulling a birdarang from where it was stashed under the chair. Danny just waved his hand and walked towards the front door and looked through the peephole and let out a curse.

“Damian Wayne, what did you do?” he hissed, turning to glare at his brother.

Damian frowned. “I didn’t do anything, what are you talking about?”

“My parents and my sister are here, Damian. Why would they just show up?” he demanded.

“Darling, I swear I did not call them,” Damian said, looking even more confused than Danny felt.

A loud knock sounded on the door once again and Danny just let out a sigh before he opened the door to his Father, his fist raised in the air as though he was ready to knock once more.

“Dad! Mom!” Danny said, giving them a forced smile before he saw Jazz behind them. A small smile on her face. “And Jazz!”

“Oh honey, you look like you’re losing weight,” Maddie said, stepping into the room to look Danny over. Danny stared at his mother in surprise as she looked him over.

“What’s going on?” he asked slowly. “You guys haven’t come to visit me since I moved. Why the sudden appearance?”

“We were watching the news and saw a picture of you with your boyfriend and baby!” Maddie exclaimed, looking around the room curiously.

“So you took that to mean you needed to come to visit me out of the blue when you haven’t called me since my birthday and you’ve never come to visit before?” Danny asked slowly, looking between his family members in distrust.

“Yes,” she said simply as they stepped into the apartment.

“Danny, we’ve been wanting to talk with you for a while now but we didn’t know how to go about it,” Jack said, glancing over at where Damian stood, holding Cecilia to his chest. “And we didn’t think over the phone would be the best way to do it. So when we saw on the news that you had a baby we thought it would be the perfect time to come and talk to you! And meet your family!”

Danny just let out a sigh and led them toward the living room. He didn’t even think about his family seeing the paparazzi pictures of him and Damian with Cecilia when they were out and about. But then again, Damian Wayne was the Wayne kid that the public was most curious about considering how secretive he was about everything. He never did interviews and was known for threatening to kill reporters any time they got too close to him. Of course, the world was curious about him becoming a family man.

“I will grab some refreshments,” Damian said slowly before he gave Danny their daughter and left the bathroom. Danny glared at his boyfriend, the fucking coward.

“So, what did you need to talk about?” Danny asked, clutching onto Cecilia like a lifeline. She was the only thing keeping him from having a complete and total panic attack right now.

“We’ve been thinking about it for a while,” Maddie said softly, a small, sad smile on her face. Neither of them were in their jumpsuits. Jack was in plaid and jeans for once and Maddie was surprisingly in a light purple dress. They looked like normal parents and not insane, mad scientists. “We did not handle learning that you were Phantom very well and we took that out on you. We should have never done that. We treated you poorly and it was because of our own failings.”

Jack swallowed and gave Damian s quiet thanks as he sat a glass of water in front of him. “It’s very hard to look your child in the eye and learn that you killed him,” he said softly. “We didn’t know how to react. We didn’t know what to do about it. How do you look your child in the eye after learning that your creation is what murdered him?”

“It changed everything for us,” Maddie whispered, wringing her hands in her lap nervously. “But instead of trying to make it up to you, we distanced ourselves. We–we didn’t know how to react. How do you respond when your baby has died but is also still partially alive and is also the very thing you’ve sworn to destroy your entire life? Our entire worldview had been rocked to its very core.”

“We aren’t making excuses. How we behaved was not okay,” Jack said, taking a sip of his water. “We should have been there to provide you with support.”

“You had to grieve,” Danny said softly, rubbing Lia’s back softly. “You just found out your son died. It wasn’t fair, you’re right. But I don’t know how I would react if I found out that Cecilia died and turned into something that I had hated my entire life,” he said. “It hurt, though.”

“And if you will give us the chance, we will make it right, Danny,” Maddie said, reaching over to rest her hand on his knee. “And we’re sorry, we’re very sorry for how we’ve behaved these last few years. It was not fair to you to not take your feelings into account.”

“It was really hard,” he said quietly. “I thought you guys hated me. I thought I had lost my entire family. And then any time I got on the phone with Jazz it was just for her to berate me for not reaching out to you guys and for making what she thought were bad decisions. It felt like all three of you had just decided I wasn’t good enough to be a part of your family anymore. That I wasn’t worth it.

“I-I didn’t know I made you feel that way,” Jazz said, her face falling. “Danny I’m so sorry I never meant for you to feel like that. I don’t, I don’t always realize that what I’m saying can be hurtful.”

“I’ve felt isolated from you all for years. And you never invited me home for Christmas or any other holiday. I thought you guys just didn’t want me around.”

“We thought you wanted space,” Maddie admitted. “We thought that’s why you moved to Gotham in the first place, to get away from us.”

“It sounds to me that you all are horrible at communication,” Damian said, looking over at Danny with a smug smile.

“Not another word, Damian Wayne,” he said softly, glaring daggers at his boyfriend. Damian just grinned and looked back at the Fenton family.

“As someone else who comes from a family of bad communication, it sounds like you all just need to sit and talk about everything. But before you do that, I would like to introduce myself,” he said and stood up to shake the Fenton’s hands. “I’m Damian Wayne, Danny’s boyfriend and the other father to our child.”

Maddie pulled him for a tight hug. “It’s so nice to know Danny has had someone here in Gotham to look out for him,” she said, hugging him tight.

Damian just gave her a small smile and sat once more. “And that is our daughter, Cecilia Grace,” he said, looking over at where Danny still clutched the baby tight.

“She’s beautiful,” Jack cooed, looking down at the girl in awe. “Did you carry her?”

Danny laughed and shook his head. “No, it seems I’m not the only person in the world who has weird family members who like to make clones. Damian’s mother made her for us, she’s a clone of both of our DNA. Physically she’s eight months old, chronologically she’s five months,” Danny said, looking down at the girl.

“She has heterochromia!” Maddie exclaimed, looking at the girl’s one green eye and one blue.

“Did she inherit your ghost side?” Jack asked, a gleam in his eye before he straightened. “Sorry, that was just–”

Danny shook his head. “You’re fine, Dad. But yeah, she got some of my powers. Not everything, she doesn’t have a ghost form. But she goes through walls, can disappear, and fly. It’s a little stressful if I’m going to be honest with you.”

“Have you been doing anything to help while she’s still small and unable to control it?” Maddie asked, going into scientist mode.

“Yeah, we have a ghost shield around the apartment, we turn it off when we leave but it does it does keep her contained to just our apartment even when she decided to float off, she just ran into the ceiling.”

“And you’re okay with being cloned? I know the thing with Vlad, wasn’t very good?” Jazz said with a frown.

“Yeah, it’s different. We talked about it for a while and his mom had good intentions, she just went about it the wrong way,” Danny said with a small smile.

The next few hours were filled with the family catching up and Damian getting to know his boyfriend’s family, there were times when it was awkward and tense but overall, it was nice. The night ended with Danny going to bed with a small smile and the Fenton’s checking into a motel room so that they could continue to catch up for another few days.

It seemed like everything was finally falling into place, and Damian and Danny not only had a happy family of their own, but a giant support system to help them raise their little girl. They were all the satellites and Cecilia was the sky that they were all wrapped up in.

EPILOGUE

Three years later

Danny smiled as he curled up beside his husband, their fingers intertwined as they watched a movie on their television. Their daughter was already down for bed for the night and that meant it was time for Danny and Damian’s weekly movie night. Once a week once their daughter was asleep, the couple would curl up together and just spend time together. It was their date night in.

They used to go out once a week for dates but well, things changed and movie nights were just easier at this point. Danny blamed Damian for that but his husband vehemently refused to take credit for it, citing that it was both of their fault.

“It’s getting close to being time,” Damian said, glancing down at his husband who was curled up against his side.

“I know, it’s kinda scary, and weird, I don’t know how else to even explain it,” he said with a chuckle.

Damian went to respond only for a knock to sound on their door. He frowned and slowly moved Danny away from him. He carefully placed the blankets and pillows back around his husband until all you could see was Danny’s adorable face. Domain leaned down and kissed him softly before he went to the door and found his mother.

“Mother? What are you doing here this late? Cecilia is asleep,” he said, frowning. The last few years his mother had come by randomly to drop off gifts for her granddaughter and to dote on Cecilia. She had somehow managed to become a rather wonderful grandmother.

Damian didn’t trust it whatsoever.

Especially when her last gift to Cecilia had been a knife, the girl was three. Damian had just gently reminded his mother that she would not be involved in their sort of lives and would have a normal childhood. From what he and Danny had gathered, she did have good intentions, she just wasn’t the best at showing them.

“Habibi,” she said with a smile as Damian let her into the house. “I came to visit you and your husband. I had a proposition,” she said.

Damian crossed his arms over his chest and gave her a look. “And what would that be?”

“I know last time I made Cecilia I did not ask for your permission and after the lecture I got from both you and Bruce, I thought this time I would ask first. You have been married for two years and Cecilia is now three years old,” Talia said with a small smile as Damian led her to the living room so that she could take a seat. She looked between Danny and Damian and let out a breath. “Do you think she would want a little brother or sister? I hear this is typically the perfect age to try for a second child.”

Danny let out a laugh and took off the blankets and pillows that surrounded him. “I think we have that covered,” he said, rubbing his stomach carefully.

Talia stared at Danny in shock. “But how? You are a man? You cannot have children?”

Damian let out a groan and buried his face in his hands. “He’s transgender, Mother. He was born as a female and as the anatomy of one. We decided last year to try for another and Danny stopped taking his testosterone so that we could have a second child. He’s due in just a few weeks,” Damian said, sitting beside his husband and helping the man sit up. He was as large as a whale, although Damina wouldn’t dare say something like that to his husband.

He had already learned the hard way that pregnancy had made Danny an absolute tyrant.

Talia blinked owlishly at the two. “Well, I suppose you will not need my assistance, then,” she said before producing two small gift boxes from her pockets. “I still would like to give you these. And when your next child is born, I will have one made for them as well.”

Damian took the gift boxes and gave one to Danny. He smiled as he opened it up to find a necklace with a small heart hanging from it. Engraved in the heart was the name Cecilia in beautiful script.

“I apologize for overstepping my boundaries and creating Cecilia without asking for permission but I am so glad that she has given you both so much joy. And I cannot wait for you to have your second child. I know that I have not been the best mother and I realize that, but I am so thankful that you have allowed me to be in Cecilia’s life.”

“We’re glad to have you in our life too, Talia, even if you keep trying to give Lia weapons,” Danny said with a chuckle, his eyes watery as he looked down at the necklace. “Sorry, pregnancy has my feelings all over the place right now.”

“I understand,” Talia said with a soft laugh. “Well, I shall let the two of you get back to your movie night. Congratulations.”

“We’re having a daughter,” Danny said as Damian helped him stand up. He waddled over to Talia and gave her a tight hug. “We’re going to name her Talia, after the woman who blessed us with our first daughter.”

Talia gave Danny a small smile and hugged the man tight. Damian just smiled as he watched the two before Danny grabbed his arm and yanked him into the hug.

“Thank you,” Damian told his mother once the three separated. “I will let you know once Danny gives birth so that you can come met your newest granddaughter.”

“I would like that,” the assassin said with a small smile before she left the two back to their movie. Danny smiled as Damain helped him back onto the couch and pressed a kiss to his large stomach and then to his lips.

“I love you,” he murmured, brushing hair out of Danny’s face.

The halfa laughed and kissed his husband once more. “And I love you.”

@dpxdc-familyweek

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#dpxdcfamilyweek2023 #dpxdcfamilyweek #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc event #dis writes

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Henry: 35, 26[Luke]

Julian: 16, 18, 30, 37 & 50

Seb: 18, 20, 29, 37, 28[Henry]

K: 31, 48

I hope it's not too many.

Thank you for sending an ask! Apologies for it taking me a couple days to respond!

Responses are under the cut. Please be advised that there is mention of some heavy topics due to the nature of God Only Forgives.

Henry

26. What Henry would do if stuck in an elevator with Luke Glanton (The Place Beyond the Pines).

I can see them getting into a discussion about tattooing and art styles. Henry would definitely be interested in Luke's tattoos.

35. Their idea of a perfect day.

If he could turn time back, he really would just like to spend a day with his parents again. He would value it so much more than he had before the accident.

Julian

16. Deepest darkest secret they won’t even admit to themselves.

That he maybe he did deserve a normal life. Maybe he did deserve to have a mother that loved him and kept both of her kids safe. Maybe he did deserve to have a brother that didn’t become an abuser himself. Maybe he could even be loved after everything that’s happened to him and that he’s been pressured to do.

18. What they’d go to see a therapist about.

Everything. That man needs SO much cognitive behavioral therapy. Someone who specializes in childhood trauma is a must.

30. Sleeping habits.

He rarely sleeps. He’ll stay awake until he passes out from exhaustion in a chair, on a couch, anywhere but a bed. There are too many bad memories associated with laying on a mattress.

37. What they really think about themselves.

He thinks that he is a coward, that he’s a broken shell of a man. Julian has no hope for himself.

50. A memory they’ve blocked out.

I can imagine that Julian has repressed most of his childhood. Who wouldn’t? At a minimum, his mom was sexually abusing both him and his brother.

Sebastian

18. What they’d go to see a therapist about.

If he were to see a therapist, I think the sessions would largely end up dealing with how he handles interpersonal relationships and the view he has of himself. The sense that I got of him from the movie is that he is afraid of failure both in his career and in his relationships and is prone of molding himself into what other people want at the cost of himself.

20. Scars.

He’s got the usual scars from living. There’s the small, barely significant traces of childhood mishaps on a bicycle on his legs and elbows. On his hands are the shiny burns and finger cuts from time spent in the kitchen.

28. How Sebastian feels about Henry Letham (Stay).

I think that Seb would respect Henry as a fellow artist. They’re both struggling in their own ways.

29. Eating habits.

I think that Seb often forgets to eat. He gets so lost in music that his physical needs fall to the wayside. By the time his fingers go still on the keys of his piano, or the last record finally spins out, hours have gone by and he’s suddenly, acutely aware of his hunger and thirst for something other than jazz.

37. What they really think about themselves.

Sebastian is not as confident as he projects himself as being. I can see him viewing himself as an interloper at times.

31. If they had a tumblr what would it look like?

In my heart, K would be mostly a photography reblogger. He would primarily focus on nature and animal photography. He might reblog the occasional bit of poetry as well. It would all be a carefully curated collection of content that made him feel something.

48. Scariest moment of their life.

The day of his inception. Being deposited as a fully formed adult out of a plastic bag would have been terrifying. He knew nothing of the world and yet he was already held in contempt.

#.character ask game #.from you #stay (2005)#henry letham #only god forgives (2013)#julian thompson #la la land (2016)#sebastian wilder #blade runner 2049 #officer k #.my thoughts #.my posts

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1quastion-isitgrank · 2 years

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my chemical romance is like. it’s like. okay. you’re thirteen sitting in the car with your family driving through snow and icy roads. the radio is on but you have your headphones turned up so loud you can’t hear it. you feel like no one in your life understands you but the singer is screaming and the guitars harmonize and play off each other and the bass is grounding and maybe you’re a little less afraid of the future. and then suddenly you’re twenty two and in a matter of days you’re going to be turned loose on the world and you have no idea what’s coming next and you’re scared all over again. and then out of nowhere they come back. they tell you to fix your heart. they tell you you MUST fix your heart. they tell you to get up, coward. and you’re still so fucking scared, but they’re back and they’re there for you all over again. they’ve grown up and so have you, but somehow they still know exactly what you need to hear. you’re twenty two in the car with your brother speeding down the road in the dark and this time the music isn’t playing through your headphones it’s blasting through the speakers and you’re both screaming the words and you feel like maybe something is healing. you’re twenty two in a room full of strangers screaming those same words back to the band that saved your life and now you know. something is healing. you’re twenty two and every night you do jazz hands alone in your room and you do jazz hands in unison with all your friends who you wouldn’t even know if you didn’t all love this music. if you weren’t all saved by this music. you’re twenty two making promises that next time you’ll see it together. next time you’ll find your way to each other. next time you’ll scream the words in the same room and you’ll hold each other’s hands and you’ll dance. you’re twenty two and there will be a next time.

#anyone else emotional about my chemical romance on this thursday october 13th #i am dust i have disintegrated #my chemical romance is a band #god.

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questionablequeeries · 11 months

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Somebody To Love by Queen

Steve’s days were a circle of bullshit (you’re bullshit). He forced himself from bed and did up his hair as if to maintain an air of his former glory, barely able to look at himself in the mirror without glaring at his own reflection, staggered to work, plastered a smile on his face for his friends, rinse and repeat. Day in and day out, and nobody saw that he was dying little by litt-

“You look like shit.”

“…Excuse me?” Steve blinked out of his stupor, adjusting that bullshit (you’re bullshit) little sailor hat. There in front of him was Eddie ‘the Freak’ Munson, a man he hated to admit he was jealous of, especially after their many conversations revealing just how much of a nerd the other was. Still, Eddie never had to worry about his image or what others thought of him, could actively sell drugs while selling records from across Scoops, wore nail polish and jewelry and everything Steve was too much of a coward to do.

“No offense, it’s just…I know what it looks like when you’re smiling but not really.” Eddie explained, drumming his fingers against the counter, “Trust me, I get it. What’s eating you?”

Steve opened his mouth to argue, but what came out was, “My life is bullshit.” He was expecting an eye roll, a proclamation that he had rich parents, a big house, all the parties he’d ever want to throw, so why was he compl- a finger flicked his forehead, pulling a sound of confusion.

“Steve, I come over here every day to eat ice cream and talk to you.” Eddie crossed his arms, “Not once have I ever heard you say something good about yourself! In fact, your favorite pastime seems to be shittalking yourself!” He let out a soft huff that reminded Steve of an angry kitten, “You have people who genuinely seem to care about you, you’re absolutely, breathtakingly beautiful,” Wait, what? “You’re shockingly smart, and you deserve to be happy.”

“Eddie, that’s…nice and everything, but flattery won’t get you extra sprinkles.” Steve was trying to deflect now.

“I watch you every day, striking out with people who you know wouldn’t make you happy.” Eddie refused to allow the distraction, “You…Do you really think you’re not worthy of genuine, true love?” He didn’t wait for an answer, “You’ve already surrounded yourself with it, from Buckley to those kids of yours, so why do you not let any of it in?” He shook his head, “What you need is somebody who can teach you how to be loved. Somebody who won’t just stop because you’re fantastic at self-sabotage.” He hid his mouth with a lock of his hair, “Somebody like me.” And he grabbed Steve’s hand, scribbling down his number with a Sharpie.

Steve wasn’t even upset at the way that permanent marker had been used on him, just sort of stupefied at Hurricane Munson blowing in to shake his world before turning to leave, “Wait!” He finally found his voice, “You forgot your ice cream!” He wanted to spend more time with Eddie, maybe muster up the courage for an actual date.

This was where Steve learned just how much of an idiot and/or a tease Eddie was because he merely smirked, “I’m lactose intolerant.” And then he walked out of the store.

Steve’s jaw dropped, broken out of his stunned silence by a whistle from the window. He turned to see Robin strike exactly one line in the You Rule column, perform just about the most sarcastic jazz hands he’d ever seen, and then close the shutters. He was left to stare at the messy chicken scratch on his hand, that fake smile becoming a little more real as he burned each number into his brain and his heart.

@steddie-week is doing a week of prompts, and I’ll try to do one a day! I’m also posting mine on ao3, if you’d rather read them that way!

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