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nelkcats · 1 year
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And they were roommates
After years of living on his own in the Infinite Realms, something strange began to happen to the retired hero. Every time Danny closed his eyes to sleep, a life that was not his own played in his head. And he began to see memories of someone who had passed away, from his birth to his death. That would be fine if he didn't remember the dreams in such detail.
Unfortunately when the first dream kept repeating itself continuously, and Danny investigated, he discovered that it was not a normal nightmare and was the life of someone real. Someone who wanted a closure.
Every time he woke up, he found himself feeling the same as in the dream. Which led him to do a couple of things: yell at Nocturne (who strangely had nothing to do with it), annoy Clockwork (who was definitely involved), and solve crimes that had been deemed "impossible", and bring them to an appropriate end.
The police were extremely confused when a note from "Sleepy King" was next to the evidence of a cold case. The truth is that Danny wanted to sleep, and the souls were extremely insistent about their 'unfinished business' that came to haunt him in his sleep.
Every time he cracked a case he earned a few hours of uninterrupted sleep or downright disturbing memories, but that wasn't enough. Unfortunately, it seemed that solving the cases was only attracting more souls, and he was starting to regret wanting to help. He had ended his life as a hero for a reason.
Usually his notes to the police would say something along the lines of "I'm doing this for me, not for you, good night" or some similar nonsense. The halfa was tired, very very tired, dreaming with memories wasn't fun or pretty, it was exhausting, the deaths made his skin crawl and his insomnia worse. He didn't want to relive the deaths of anyone else, but he had no way to scare away the souls.
When Martha Wayne showed up in his dreams showing him about a "court of owls" Danny made up his mind. This had to stop. He had been a hero but he retired. And it wasn't that he hated the souls, he just wanted to sleep, the mental exhaustion was too much.
So he did the stupidest thing possible: he hired Constantine (pretending to be a fairly normal human client, getting his attention after offering a lot of alcohol and some useless books from the Realms as payment) to make him a dream catcher or some wizard thing. All he wanted was something to help him sleep.
Constantine couldn't do that of course. The hellbazer was disturbed by the man with more than three hundred avenging spirits swarming. That was fucked up. So he offered him the only solution he could think of: inviting him to sleep at his house. A place where spirits could not pass without permission. It wasn't a permanent fix, but it would work for a while.
John had no idea why he was doing so much for a client (inviting him to his house? bold move), but the man looked so desperate, and he was fucking cute. If he could get an adventure or two out of it he wouldn't complain.
Constantine's guest bed felt like heaven to the halfa, despite being almost destroyed. Danny repeatedly thanked, and before they both knew it: they were roomies, lived in the same place, took turns cooking or cleaning, etc. They grew comfortable with each other to the point that Danny answered Justice League Dark's calls on a few occasions.
And well, if Constantine stopped rushing to find a long-term solution that was his business, and his alone, okay? Zatanna's comment asking when he got married was fucking out of place.
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chorus-the-mutate · 8 months
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Annette is literally nicer than most of the characters in Steven Universe and you think she's mean. Lmao, you've never been bullied if you think her being rightfully upset about her time as a slave and being a bit snippy is the same as being mean.
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Okay I know I said no more polls but I swear this one is gonna be funny and just wanted to jump on the trend :P
Hyperspecific Poll - Megaten edition (based on almost all megaten media I've consumed so far (except p4au p5s and raidou manga - cause answer limit stopped this madness))
(and yeah, this is only for joke purpose :P)
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graveyard-guardian · 1 year
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you catch this thing skittering under your fridge at 3am wyd
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americana709 · 7 months
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DCxDP
Cuando los antiguos se enteraron de que Clockwork había encontrado una forma de jugar con el bebé fantasma sin que el los eche de su guarida inmediatamente siguieron su ejemplo.
Danny no entiende porque un día los otros Antiguos comenzaron a mandarlo a misiones ¡demonios! ¡ni siquiera sabe porque lo envían a él! ¿¡no que lo querían muerto!?
No es que realmente le importe, las misiones son realmente divertidas de cumplir.
Desde recuperar técnicas de combate amazónicas pérdidas.
Evitar la extinción de una planta que convenientemente se uso para medicina unos cien años después.
Y evitar que un artefacto que causa desastres naturales termine en las manos de los humanos
Hasta el momento su favorita fue cuando tuvo que irrumpir en una de las galas de la Liga de la Justicia y lanzar les polvo de 'vete a dormir' a la Batifamilia mientras grita "¡¡POR EL NOMBRE DE NOCTURNE, DUERMAN CARAJO!!"
Es divertido y entretenido ¡y la mejor parte es que después de cada misión cumplirá con éxito Clockwork le da una de sus magníficas galletas que le ayudaban a dormir!
La Liga de la Justicia sigue bastante curiosa por este extraño adolescente Inmortal que aparece en diferentes momentos de la historia y ayuda/arregla en momentos de completamente aleatorios, ahora ¿que necesidad había para mandar a dormir a la Batifamilia de esa forma? ¿Quien carajos es Nocturne? ¿Y por qué Constantine y Zatanna no paran de reírse?
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the-ghost-sin · 1 year
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I wanna hear about more nocturnal meliodas hijinks
Like what kinda shit did he get up to at night, with nobody around to tell him not to?
My personal head cannon is that the sins woke up one morning and there was just.
A dog.
He had found a dog over night and decided it was his
I can imagine meliodas looking up at them with puppy eyes of his own, just "can we keep it??"
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neomel · 4 months
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my PSP only has 2gb of storage so i had to get optimal with what games to put on it. only the essentials.
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sonic-emporium · 2 months
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It’s time to go We know there’s something calling There’s nothing left out here at all, no We’re going crazy, it’s no illusion We’ve had enough, so here we are
Who walks a thin line? And who’s running out of time? This time we know it’s for real We’re falling face down, right into the ground
We are not like you, we are not the same Not like the fools who follow and live their lives tomorrow No, we are not like you And so the story ends, we will never be like you
We’ve had enough, there must be something better We turn our backs and walk away We’re getting tired of all you liars We’ve heard it all too many times
Who walks a thin line? And who’s running out of time? This time we know it’s for real We’re falling face down, right into the ground
We are not like you, we are not the same Not like the fools who follow and live their lives tomorrow No, we are not like you And so the story ends, we will never be like you
We are not like you, we are not the same Not like the fools who follow and live their lives tomorrow No, we are not like you And so the story ends, we will never be like you
We will never be like you Like you Like you!
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asexualchad · 1 year
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me, who never actually beat chrono cross, literally yesterday: what even happened to Schala. I guess I will read her wiki entry. me 24 hours later, after beating Chrono Cross: OH
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humobonito · 1 year
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Rodada nocturna 🌙
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nottsfawn · 6 days
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hiii, i love the vibes of your acc and can’t wait for your writing! i was wondering if you could do like a enemies to lovers “who did this to you” with theo ahh i’m a sucker for this trope. if not that’s fine! hope you have a lovely day x
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"who did it"
- theodore nott x reader ♡
TW: bruises, insults
🐇 author note: ty for making this req!! sorry cuz it took so long to came out tot, i didn't liked how it was going, but i hope you will!! ♡♡
there was nobody to help, absolutely no one. it was only you and the February moon, the only one who knew about your nocturne tears.
Cedric, your boyfriend, could be awesome. a lot of girls would define him like the real charming prince, but in reality, the only charming thing was the way he could tell you how much he loved you after kicking your poor body just because you helped a 1st year boy to do his potions essay.
every part of you body hurted, not just for the big amount of bruises in it, but your desesperation was manifested through yourself in a weak shaking. the only thing you could think about was how much you hated him. hot tears started to fall down your cheeks, making you sob and whine again, quietly.
suddenly, you felt a small step vibration from the Astronomy tower stairs, getting up.
Theodore Nott's body reveled through the ancient door, examining the space. when he saw your body in the balcony's floor, he let out a airy laugh "what's happening to you right now?" he walked in your direction, putting his arms in his chest and lying in the wall, looking at you with a sarcastic smirk.
fastly, you covered a bruise on you naked arm with your hand, squeezing your eyes in slightly pain. when you did that, he started to tease you "what's up? you don't want me to see thoose stupid draws you make in class on your skin? what did you make now? an unicorn, a bowtruckle.." playing, he took your hand off your arm, specting a dumb doodle of yours. but, instead, his pupils dilated when the purple and blue bruise got his attention, making him freeze.
"go away" you said defensively, covering it again. the desesperation was running through your veins, it couldn't be worse. the feeling of him making fun of it and telling everyone that you were in a abusive environment made your stomach ache.
your eyes started to blurry, water was born from them, the only thing you could do was getting out from there. when you turned off to go out, you felt a big hand taking your wrist, strong enough to stop you from making another step.
he pulled it, making your body be near his "y/n" he said, his cold gaze meeting your blurry and sad eyes "who did it." he demanded to know, making your spine cold. "it's nothing, theodore. my own business" you avoided answering that question, under no term you would tell him what actually happened "let me go, please" you demanded too.
he wasn't an easy guy, "ascolta" he said in your ear, with a deep voice and a foreign accent "if that little boyfried of yours did it, im going to break his jaw till he begs me to kill him, bene?" that words came out from his mouth like a dark an evil poem. "so, y/n" he repeats, in a clear tone. his hands were stroking your shoulders harder "who did it?"
you sob, giving up to his light but deep eyes. they were your missery and your miracle, a perfect sin for a girl like you. "Cedric." the name of your boyfriend left your lips like a cold breeze. "coglione" he shouted looking to another direction, frustrated. his ears were getting red and his finger bones pale. "theodore, don't be stupid, please. don't do anything" you tried to stop him by grabbing his arm. "bella," he said looking at you, with a sudden smirk on his face "i would be too dumb if I don't give that fucker what he deserves" he lifts your chin with too fingers, looking at your lips "let me take the control at least once, mhm?" after saying thoose words, his lips collisioned with yours, in a short but hungry kiss. when it ended, he just gave you a flirty wink, before getting out the tower.
the other day, you spent all the afternoon in the nursery, hearing the story of how your boyfriend got 3 bones broken by a masked student; and in the other corner of the salon, you could feel that european satisfied eyes looking at you.
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harunayuuka2060 · 2 months
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Solomon: *chuckles* It's been a while since we had a meeting like this.
Barbatos: Everyone, the purpose of this meeting is to discuss whether we, the legal husbands and lovers, should allow Malleus Draconia to marry MC.
Satan: Why there's a need for discussion? We're not allowing it.
Belphie: Same.
Lucifer: I share the sentiment with my brothers. We're not allowing an additional to this relationship.
Levi: Lol. Unanimous decision.
Mammon: Uh, can I give my opinion about this?
Diavolo: Sure, Mammon. Let's hear what you have to say.
Mammon: First things first, I'm not siding with the dragon boy. But aren't we being too hard on him?
Mammon: Wasn't Malleus one of the students here who didn't give MC a hard time? Well, except, when he overblotted, of course.
Asmo: So~ Are you saying that we give MC to him~?
Mammon: No! That's not where I'm going at! And all of you should be honest!
Mammon: Why aren't you complaining when the others visit them? Huh?
Beel: Because the others won't live for long.
Mammon: Exactly! You know MC isn't the type to have flings!
MC: ...
MC: Mams... You have become so mature. *sniffles* I'm so proud.
Mammon: *blushes* Well, of course. I'm the best, right?
His brothers: *cringes*
Barbatos: Simeon? Is there something you would like to say?
Simeon: Ah, yes. *smiles* I have no issue if MC marry Malleus.
Belphie: Bullshit.
Satan: I can see you lying through your teeth, Simeon.
Simeon: *chuckles* I'm not.
Lucifer: You and Solomon seem to have come up with something.
Solomon: Would you like to hear our opinion?
Solomon: I'm sure all of you will definitely like it.
MC: I could feel a storm coming.
Solomon: If the legal husbands are against the marriage between the two, why not let MC give Malleus an heir?
The brothers: ...
Diavolo and Barbatos: ...
MC: I knew it.
Barbatos: Solomon...
Solomon: Haha! What?
MC: *is relieved none of the dorm leaders came to visit today*
Luke: MC, I don't mind having a younger sibling.
MC: ...
MC: Really?
Mammon: Yo, Chihuahua! What are you saying?!
MC: Mal, one question.
Malleus: What is it, child of man? *still feels embarrassed after learning that his grandmother asked their hand for marriage for him*
MC: You see... I can't marry you.
Malleus: *sad expression*
MC: But we have arrived to an agreement that, *clears throat*, I can at least try to give you a child.
Malleus: ...
Malleus: Pardon?
MC: Which comes to my question...
MC: Is it possible to wish from the stars?
Malleus: ...
Malleus: *his mood brightens* Yes.
Azul: This idea is absurd.
Riddle: Wishing for a baby from the stars?
Kalim: Hey! If it works, it works!
Leona: What if it doesn't work, huh? So the lizard will get depressed again?
Idia: Their plan isn't completely impossible.
Idia: Malleus is a nocturnal fae dragon.
Idia: MC is a master of seven demons that represent sins, and they're a strong mage themselves.
Vil: Well, it seems all we could do now is to witness how it will unfold.
MC and Malleus: *standing in the middle of a huge magic circle created by Solomon*
MC: You ready, Mal?
Malleus: *nods* *smiles* Yes, child of man.
MC and Malleus: *hold each other's hands*
MC: *starts chanting*
*The magic circle starts glowing.*
Silver: What is MC doing?
Lilia: *chuckles* They are trying to negotiate with the stars.
Malleus: *feels MC's hands getting warmer*
MC: *has stopped chanting*
MC: *making a troubled, awkward expression after a few minutes*
Malleus: Child of man?
MC: ...
*MC actually conversing with the unknown*
...: Two children.
MC: One.
...: You bypassed, so we're giving you two children for the inconvenience.
MC: Come on! Malleus is a first-time dad!
...: Two. Take it or leave it.
MC: *opens their eyes* *looking at Malleus*
Malleus: Child of man?
MC: Mal... I'm sorry...
Malleus: ...
Malleus: *smiles* It's alright. At least we trie—
MC: They gave us two.
Malleus: *dumbfounded* Huh?
*In Briar Valley*
Baul: Are these...
Maleficia: Yes. My grandchildren. *smiling*
Maleficia: Hurry, Baul. Send a letter to my grandson and MC, informing them that their children have safely arrived here in Briar Valley.
Baul: Y-Yes, Your Majesty!
Lilia: *celebrating* Grandbabies! TWO GRANDBABIES!
Sebek: Waka-sama's children... *starts crying*
Silver: Those are two beautiful eggs.
Malleus: *smiles* Thank you, Silver.
Luke: Whaa... They're really eggs!
Beel: Can I eat them?
Malleus: *glares at him*
Sebek: How dare you! *him and Silver immediately on guard*
MC: Beel, no.
Lilia: By the way, MC? How are your husbands feeling? *smirking*
MC: Haha... They're not fascinated...
MC: But they'll settle down. Don't worry.
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the-entitie · 3 months
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Why didn't you say anything?
Poly TF 141 x sex-demon reader (male intended but has depictions of fem):
A|n: Based on this writer's amazing work and this artist's au. And now this is very long.... I can't just write porn can I? Of well.
Prt:2 is done <3 》》》》》
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Be warned I use more Catholic or deamon depiction of our succubus(male) reader, so please expect some body horror esk depictions. Also, the 141 are all in a polycule in this story.
CW: NSFW halfway through after the line break, sex addiction or dependence depicted for reader, threats to health, kind of eating disorder esk, talk of threats/acts of noncon and dubcon to reader (not focused on), polyamory, some talk of religion, why is this so long? And angst??? Ok....
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Thinking about being a demon who became the 141's spy. The blood of the damned that ran through you, making you that much more dangerous and that much better at your job.
You fell under the deadly sin of lust, but it's been so many decades that you can't quite remember how you came to be. Maybe reincarnation, maybe you were summoned. It doesn't matter anymore, but it still hindered your intake into the military. You were practically a veteran by the time Price picks you up and drags you into his team.
None of the 141 had ever worked with anyone demonic for an extended amount of time. There had been the call ins and times when they picked up failed missions, but none of them ever really worked with a demon.
Ghost, as a wraith, was the closest any of them had gotten to working with anyone similar to you.
You started out as someone they called to scope out information before a particularly threatening mission. You were just the help, the one they called when they needed a spy. Until they leaned about how every other task force would drop you within a month of calling you thiers.
Price had worried that it was something to do with you or your attitude towards teamwork when he had taken you in, made you one of his men.
That was before he noticed this kind of cycle you would go through. Just when a mission would start, you would pull back. You would separate from everyone, not cold turkey, yet you just wouldn't be present. The training room was one person short, or their would be one less person here on the quieter afternoons he didn't even know this team had.
It was after the missions that you would be more than present again.
You were there again when Soap wanted to run his lycanthopic body to exhaustion just so he could feel just a little more human with the pains it brought. When he was hyper, feeling like he needed to move, you were there to shove him. Drag him into a game of tag or chase or anything to help him move. Soap has never been good at sitting still.
When Gaz needed to be called from the purch he picked to preen his damp or irritated feathers on that was away from the busy noise of the base. Or when his Avian blood told him to take to the sky, you were happy to be taken for a flight or watch him loop around, watch him stretch his wings, across the star splattered skies.
And there you were outside with the nocturnal Ghost, saying you didn't need the sleep most nights and got bored. Even when his form would flicker, tendrils of shadows lashing around his open skin, something that made most run. You stayed with him, hummed a tune you can't remember the origin of, in a language probably only those as old as you would remember.
When Price was struck with phantom pain, when he would feel this pang on his wing only to realize it was from the one that didn't exist anymore. You were there with him. Happy to share a cigar with the smoke that smoldered was neither from his drag nor you. There to sit and fill in paperwork long into the night shift, to just exist around Price when the team was still settling in, or licking wounds.
In the more common areas where Soap would annoy Gaz into another game of cards. You were there to keep the peace.
It had taken Price longer than he was willing to admit to know what was going on. It wasn't some manipulative, carrot and stick, trick no. And it almost seemed like you hadn't consciously been doing it. Before it clicked.
You were a demon, a succubus, to be specific. You fed off of the emotion or the intent of sex.
And you only got that when you needed to get someone to talk. You only lean into it when it's needed for a mission.
He honestly felt stupid, like a leader that failed, but he was quick to right that failure. It wasn't like this team didn't run off and blow off steam together or that they left soap to struggle through his heat alone, nor did they leave Gaz to sit and brood alone. None of that.
And if you were a part of his team, this team, then you can't be starved. Can't be left to weaken, to crave, no. Price wouldn't stand it.
So he talked to the team. Told them his theory, his plan to fix it, and when the team had gotten over the hurt of leaving you alone and weak. They jumped at the opportunity.
Starting small.
Being more openly affectionate around you, never quiet reaching out but still letting the emotions linger.
Those play fights that Ghost would tap out of suddenly just kept going, and those thick visceral emotions none could quiet place the origin of; would hang so heavy in the air you could practically catch it between your teeth.
Those days Gaz would pull back, preen his wings alone; became fewer and far between. Now, the nearest team mate had a lap full of fluffled up wings and pleading eyes. And could Gaz use those honey coated eyes of his to glance up through his lashes and beg.
The quiet chuckles and this ever so pleased emotion would wind around Price's incisors, a satisfied thrill of the dragon flooding a palpable semblance of the satisfied job.
Price started talking about to the team, and they started trying to be more connected, more present, with you so you could have that nourishment. And if that meant that private room doors were left ever so lightly ajar during late nights spent with each other. No one mentioned it.
Soap was the first to notice the actual change.
Your eyes would flicker, puplis vibrating softly before it was shut down, and you would disappear. Or you would actually pull back. He was also the first to tell Price. And thier leader waisted no time.
"You good there, lutenent?" His voice calls softly into your quarters.
"All good Cap."
"Not so sure about that one soldier." Price presses on, taking a step further in to push the door more closed, "You don't play well with this team?"
"No, I have no qualms with any of you. Sorry if it seemed so."
"Ya do always talk so proper like you know?"
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"Apologies, old habits."
Price steps closer, easily taking the space offered my your open thighs. Letting that simmering feeling flush his skin.
"Maybe we should start making new ones. What do you say, Sugar?"
His hand hovered just over your throat, careful to keep you feel safe. Price of all people knows what a demon can do when cornered, and it wasn't like he wanted you to feel put off.
He sees what Soap saw, just as his palm cups the edge of your jaw, your pupils flicker. Body dropping almost leaning agaisnt him.
"Why didn't you say something, Suguar?"
"Not of my use in this team."
"You don't need to be useful to eat." He sounded almost angry, calming all the more when you do lean into him, "you never need to earn a meal. Just ask. We all want to help."
That night, he let you ride him.
Laid back against your bed, held your weight by your thighs, and let you set the pace. Even if he was so hard it hurt, or if your dark lion-esk tail would flick across the sensitive inside of his thigh. Or when he's come twice and is practically drooling before he notice just how much more like your kin you look.
He doesn't stop you from flicking a forked tongue over the overwhelmed tears, he only noticed the change at the hitch of your breath when Price tangles his scared hands in your hair. Accidently tracing the curving rams horns that has twisted around your more pointed ears.
Singing your praise, even as you tried and failed to explain that you don't matter in this, just his pleasure.
He shut that down real quick.
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