#she was pleasantly surprised to learn he tells jokes

[empresskadia]

Raya thought to draw later cause I will forget

The first time she put together that the Master Chief was making a joke, she took whatever he said to face value then her brain delayed for a second while processing his words while swinging her head in his direction and her mind was doing the little loading icon, before she presses her fingers against her lips to stop herself from laughing. It's in vain, and no one understands why the commander is collective losing her shit and giggling like an idiot next to the Chief.

But John is so pleased with himself that he ends up telling Kelly about it but she's confused as hell because she has no idea who he's talking about, all he said, "she laughed at my joke :)"

And Kelly's like "who??? Someone finally got it??"

#halo oc #raya muse #spartan muse #i will draw this later #she giggled about the joke for a soild day and half #and couldnt look at john without gigging again #she was pleasantly surprised to learn he tells jokes #this is near the begining after their first handful of meetings #palmer doesnt understand why raya's giggling between words while debriefing

[deadsetobsessions]

AU of my Gotham/Tim Drake! Danny where Danny doesn’t know any knowledge beforehand about the DC universe.

Danny doesn’t know how he got here, but the fact that he now shares something in common with Vlad other than their technical halfa status disgusts him

His new name is Timothy Jackson Drake. It’s so far removed from Danny that his parents had him examined for deafness because he didn’t respond to it. He got better at it, at putting on the mask Janet and Jack Drake wanted to see. So they took him to the circus.

He meets Dick Grayson. Danny thinks the kid is adorable, even if Danny himself is technically younger. He sees the flying Graysons fall. The buzzing in his head doesn’t go away.

He’s five, when the fading spirit of Gotham reaches out and pleads her King to protect her city in her stead. She is fading. He says yes, because she’s one of his. The buzzing in his head settles and oh because that’s what’s been missing this entire time. Danny didn’t have a haunt and Gotham gave him one.

He grieves when she dies, the new title settling around small shoulders, and the city grieves with him. In the city proper, Batman and Robin are having the worst night of their lives in the sudden storm.

He’s nine. Robin is Dick Grayson. Dick Grayson, in turn, is an idiot. Batman… well, he’s at least mentoring and protecting the child vigilante, which is more than Danny ever had. He grows fond of them. How could he not, when they tried their hardest to help his city? To help him?

He shows himself, to the duo, in his Phantom form. It’s still him, still modeled after Danny Fenton’s face instead of Tim Drake’s. Ghosts are a reflection of the soul, after all.

“Who are you,” Batman demands, shielding Robin with half a step.

“Gotham.” He replies. Danny wills the city to affirm his claim and the city wraps its arms around the vigilantes. Batman and Robin understands, a deep well of pure knowledge being tapped into in ways they weren’t truly meant to understand.

“…How?”

“Magic,” Phantom says, dry. He tells them of city spirits, and that they can call him in times of dire need.

Dick calls him to help with Two Face. Two Face learns the pain of unmelting ice to the balls.

His core aches when the Bats fight, but Danny knows now that it is inevitable. They’re part of his haunt, his ‘fraid. He knows these things far before they come into fruition.

Dick moves to a sister city. Phantom expands his haunt to Bludhaven because he doesn’t, won’t, ever leave his Robins to themselves.

Nightwing is hopeful, is pleasantly surprised, and very suspicious when he shows up during patrol.

“Gotham…? What are you doing here…? This isn’t, well, Gotham?”

“Satellite City. It is an extension of myself. You were Robin, yes. You’re Nightwing, now. But that doesn’t mean I won’t protect you when I can.”

Phantom goes back, and finds a kid trying to steal tires to make a living. He guides his Knight to him. The starved features, the bones Danny could see, it tugs at his core. It feels like the Ancient of Fate themselves were pulling him along.

“How’d you know I was taking the wheels?”

“Gotham.”

“Are you… high on shrooms or something?”

Bruce sighs. Batman asks Gotham to meet the new Robin, and chuckles when Jason is surprised by the glowing green figure.

Phantom hides this Robin just as much as the last one. He curls shadows around his vigilantes, sometimes at the same time, and softens what little sounds they made while stalking through his city for crime.

He makes small jokes with Jason. Danny forgets, a little, the crushing loneliness of being Timothy Drake.

“I didn’t kill Garzona!”

“You-”

Batman stops as a chill he’s never had experienced directed at him weaves around his neck. An angry Gotham.

“He didn’t kill him.” Danny slides a cold hand on Jason’s shoulders.

But the damage had been done and the next day, Batman is begging Danny to tell him any clues of where Jason had gone.

“Ethiopia.”

He clears the way for Batman to get to Robin. He clears the way for Bruce to get to Jason.

He’d fallen into the trap of believing that Batman would handle everything when in the end, he’s just a man in a mantle that demands more than he ever thought he’d have to pay.

Robin is dead and Danny grieves. The skies crack open and pours a torrent of smogged rain water upon the streets of Gotham. Despite that, Crime Alley is untouched by flood. They say the second Robin was protecting his home.

In a way, it’s not wrong.

Gotham fishes Batman from the bay, carelessly tossing the broken Joker against a shipping container.

“You can’t keep doing this. You’ll die.”

Bruce, Batman, lays on his back, eyes glazed and empty. “Maybe I want to.” He admits. And Danny can’t lose someone else. It’s already bad enough he feels the death of everyone in his city, he can’t lose him too. But Dick won’t come back. He already denied Gotham when Phantom had asked him to come back. Granted, Dick was nervous about denying him the entire time, but Danny realized that he’d lost a brother in the colors his parents chose for Dick. Danny- Phantom had cradled Dick in a swaddle of shadows and comfort.

“Alright.”

“Is it? Alright? I- I don’t want to fail you, Gotham.”

“It is. You’ve always made me proud. You will always make me proud. Whether it be by different name, it matters to me not. Stay. Heal.”

Like Dick was given permission, like he received a hint of peace, Dick Grayson crumpled to the floor and sobbed into Gotham’s shoulder.

(Later, long after Dick Grayson realized his little brother was also his city personified, he cries again into Tim’s shoulders after the later dropped a flower pot perfectly on top of Catalina Flores’ head.)

Gotham, Phantom, Danny makes a choice.

“Tomorrow, a child will show up at your door. You will let him in.”

“No- I can’t. I won’t.” He knows what Danny will ask of him.

“You will.” Danny doesn’t ever do it with his people, with his city, but dire times call for dire actions. It is an order. And Batman is Gotham’s knight. “You will. You will train him. You need a Robin to leash your brutality. I need a Robin, for Robin is my hope. The city’s hope. Our people’s hope. Do not forget the goal you have set out to accomplish in my city.”

Batman rages at him, until he falls unconscious from the wounds he’s gathered. Danny brings him home. He tells Alfred what to expect tomorrow. Bruce wakes up, eyes fixated on the crack that appeared on Danny’s neon green face. “Did. Did I do that?”

Danny nods slowly.

Batman crumples into Bruce Wayne. “Okay.” He says. “Alright. Tomorrow.”

Gotham watches him, unreadable. “Tomorrow.” He says, before fading away.

Tim Drake shows up at the door. Nightwing shows up not long after. Tim Drake adapts to Bruce Wayne’s cold looks and brutal training. Slowly, but surely, he leashes in Batman’s grief fueled brutality and less criminals go to prison with half of their lives beaten out of them.

Batman doesn’t see Gotham as much anymore. He feared that he’s angered his city, that he is no longer welcome.

When Tim figures it out… he allows the roads and the shadows to help Batman once more.

Batman stared intently at the extra coverage. “Thank you,” Tim hears him whisper. “I’m sorry.”

And when Jason Todd comes back to life and attacks Tim in the tower, Tim lets Hood beat him. Gotham had failed him, as Jason’s city. He deserves it. (He doesn’t but Danny had gone past the point of being healthy about his own physical wellbeing. Perhaps being a city spirit this long had affected him, even with the King’s title mitigating the worst of the damages.

“HE REPLACED ME!”

“Because I ordered him to.” Tim whispers, past the pain of a broken leg.

“You? Order Batman around? If you’re going to lie, make it a better one, Replacement.”

Tim catches Jason’s wrist, the one holding the knife to Tim’s throat.

“Robin,” he says simply, allowing Gotham to come out and peer at the child that is his.

Jason stares, disbelieving. Gotham had… Gotham had come by and approved of his plans to clean up Crime Alley. Gotham had extracted a promise not to damage the buildings.

“No.”

His city stares back and him and Jason stumbles away. Tim shifts into Danny, into Gotham.

“You…”

“I am Gotham. I- I did not want to wear these colors. They were yours and Dick’s. But Bruce was hurting the city, he was hurting me. So I made sure he stopped.”

Jason stares at the new cracks, the fresh ones he just caused and the old ones he does not remember being on Danny’s ghostly skin.

Jason swallows. “I’m sorry.”

“As am I. I am sorry I was not there to save you. I am sorry that you died.”

Jason stares at him. The Replacement is Gotham. Jason almost destroyed his city.

“I am glad that you’ve returned. That you’re alive, now.”

“…Really?”

“Always.”

Alternative Version of the above Tower Scene:

Jason slides the knife against the Replacement’s neck.

Danny sighs. “I can’t believe I’m dying again.”

Jason pauses. “What the fuck did you just say, Replacement?”

Danny rolls his eyes at him and Jason rethinks his decision of not offing the little fucker right away.

“You think you’re the first one to die in this household? Get a grip. I did it first, way before you did, jackass.”

Tim is 14. He’s a child. What the fuck is Jason doing?

“When…?”

“How do you think I became Gotham, little bird?”

Jason freezes. And then he’s scrambling backwards, the knife flung away in his horror.

Tim shifts into Gotham and Jason bites back a cut of regret and bitterness.

He… no, what? What even is happening?

“Why is the Joker not dead? You… you told me that you loved me. That Gotham… that-”

“I’m cruel, little bird. The Joker would not suffer as much if he were dead.”

“He’s killing people! He’s killing your own!”

“So everyone thinks.”

“What?”

“I am Gotham, little bird. Mass hallucinogenic gasses are so within my reach to the point it is concerning. Perhaps you should help Ivy with the city clean up?”

“Huh?!”

#genius tim drake #gotham bay is a corpse dumping ground #danny phantom #dc x dp #batman #bruce wayne #tim drake #jason todd #red hood #dick grayson #bamf danny phantom #nightwing #bludhaven #gotham #gotham is Danny’s haunt #protective Danny #Danny Fenton #Danny doesn’t have the familiarity of knowing the universe he’s been reborn into #so he doesn’t have the emotional crutch of distracting himself #Danny is both protecc and attack #Danny grieves gotham and Jason #Danny: fuck I’ll fix you myself #Batman is Gotham’s plumber lol

[mechaknight-98]

Louder Voice (NSFW) FT: Sakura Miyawaki

Author's Note: I am back on my Sakura Miyawaki BS. Also I think this is my longest piece so far so enjoy

Part I

I open my bags to Otrimi’s stuff (food and bowls) I open one of his food pouches and empty the contents of it into his bowl Otrimi munched happily. After that, we go to the Cafeteria area where I get more stares. Kura who's next to me Groans looking at the menu

“Ugh, teriyaki again. You wouldn't have a magical food changer would you?” she jokes. I laugh then say “Not exactly follow me.” I saw as we walked out of the cafeteria. I take out my space carver and cut a rectangle that's big enough for the both of us.

“Saku chan. Saku chan” a high-pitched feminine voice rang out behind us. Kura and I turn around to see a gorgeous brunette with the brightest smile approaching us along with a shorter cute brunette following her.

“Oh hey Sana hi Dahyun,” Kura says. I wave at the duo.

“Who is this ?” the taller brunette asks. I can't figure out which girl is which.

“Oh, this Dai…Juzo. Just Juzo.” Sakura stumbles

“Smooth Kura.” I tease. Kura hits me annoyed

“Oh, Kura? I haven't heard anyone call her that. Can I call you that Sakura?” the shorter one asks.”

“No!” she snaps. Dahyun and Sana look at Sakura surprised. I noticed the hurt in The shorter girl’s eyes.

“Sakura. Chill. It's not that serious. I say. Sakura looks back at me and I gesture with my eyes to them. When she turns she apologizes to both. Which means I still couldn't tell which is which.

“Where are you two headed?” the taller girl asks

“Oh, I don't know Juzo was leading the way,” Kura answers

“We are going to get nachos,” I say confidently

The taller girl looks at me funny, “Sakura why does he sound like he's from Kagoshima.”

“Because he learned Japanese from someone from Kagoshima,” Kura says. I nod in confirmation.

“Y'all wanna get nahos with us? I'll pay.” as soon as I said'll pay Dahyun and Santa were all for it. So they follow Kura and me through carved space and we arrive outside of one of my favorite Mexican food places.

“Okay, who here can speak English?” I ask Kura raises her hand as do the other two girls but then the shorter brunette lowers the hand of the taller brunette. I would have laughed but I didn't feel comfortable because I didn't know either girl’s name. So I just bite the bullet and ask. I'll risk looking like a fool.

“Hey! So which one of you is Dahyun and which one of you is Sana,” I ask

The girl's eyes widen in recognition, “oh I'm Dayhun” the shorter girl says. I nod then turn to Sana who introduces herself as such. After that short introduction, we enter the restaurant.

“Hello, what can I get you? The cashier asks pleasantly

“Uh, your Carne Asada Nachos, your Asada Fries, and a California burrito for the road. y'all want anything else?” I asked turning to the rest of the group. They shook their heads and we sat down at a booth near the front of the small hole in the wall.

“So Juzo, you seem quite comfortable with Sakura?” Dahyun asked.

“She's really easy to get along with,” I replied to the young lady.

“True you guys seem to be close,” Dahyun responded

I shrugged and turned to her. She had this kinda spacey look to her which melted my heart. I smiled watching her. Kura noticed this and turned to me

“What are you looking at?” she questioned

“Your dumb face.” I teased. Kura rolled her eyes shortly after the food came. I set the fries to Dahyun and Sana while Kura and I shared the nachos.

As we ate Sana watched Kura and me intently.

“So Sakura how is Juzo’s dick?”

I choked on the chip I had in my mouth. I grabbed some water, as I recovered. Sakura glared.

“What are you talking about?” Sakura asks

“Well since he arrived he hasn't been left your side. Plus the way you cling to him makes me think you two have to be fucking.”

Sakura’s eyes narrow as she glares at Sana who wears an unreadable smile. I decided to throw her off of her game.

“She can tell right after you tell me how Dahyun tastes,” I say nonchalantly, and I watch as the mirror image of what happened moments back happens again with Dahyun in place of me.

“Touche” Sana says as gives a sly smile. “I underestimated you. I won't make that mistake again.”

“Don't worry you're not the first nor the last to do so,” I assure Sana.

She smiles that unreadable smile then says “I'll be interested to watch how you integrate.” after that the lunch was pretty normal.

After lunch, Kura and I return to my room. Otrimi is fast asleep on his bed. Kura notices my switch and asks, “May I?” I nod. She boots it up and scrolls through the games. She gets to Persona 5 Royal and drops everything.

“We’re playing this tonight!” she exclaims

“What about JJK with Yunjin and Tobi plus snacks? I assume Tobi is coming since Yunjin said “Bring me”,” I ask, and Kura pouts

“But it's been forever since we've played together. so can we stay in together tonight?” she asks. I shrug and tell her to ask Yunjin. Kura scowls at me.

“Since when are you the social one?” she teased

“You shut your mouth. I am still very much an INFJ. You agreed to Yunjin, and I am a man of my word.” I fire back and Kura laughs. She holds my face and I get lost in her brown full moons she calls eyes. We kiss again. She wraps her right leg around me and starts grinding again. I squeeze her ass which elicits another sex moan from her.

“Jeez you have such a killer body ginsKura,” I praise Kura who smiles broadly

“And it's all yours,” Kura says lustfully

“Is that a marriage proposal?” I tease as I begin to pepper her neck and collar with kisses.

“Oh yes. Everything just feels so right with you and I never want to let you go again so yes please marry me.”

“Hmm my answer is yes, but don't you think we should get to know each other better?” I ask in between kisses

Kura broke the kiss and stared into my eyes.

“We unlocked the entire star chart together, day one 2 destiny 2 raids back to back, (for those curious it was Root of Nightmares and Vow of the Disciple), and to top it all off you taught me how to play 3 fighting games. We know everything about each other.” Kura says defiantly

“Oh, really what is..” I started before Kura went into recite mode

“Teal/Turquoise and Crimson, 4 children, Christian: nondenominational but don't tell others due to stigma. Porsche Panamera sedan. I know all your favorite things and you know mine. So what are you scared of?” Kura demands

“No BS. That I'm not good enough for you. Outside of video games, I'm pretty boring.” Sakura’s response is both unexpected and arousing.

She slaps me and says, “How dare you talk bad about my award-winning, author/kaiju-slaying husband.”

She begins to strip again. When she gets down to her panties and bra she asks, “Hey before you breed me can you eat me?” I set the burrito down and looked at Kura with surprise. “What we ate now we fuck.” she said with her bright smile. I shrug and begin to strip as well. Sakura smiles seductively. I moved closer and realized that I couldn't do it right now.

“Wait,” I say

Kura looks at me annoyed “Why?” she asks

“I don't want all of the spices and food we just ate to go in down there.”

Kura looked at me surprised then smiled. “How considerate.” she purred. Having the green light I went to my bathroom and brushed my teeth and gargled mouthwash. When I came out I was greeted by Kura lying on my bed her bra and panties gone, and she was massaging her clit. I grabbed a rolling chair and sat in front of her as she moved her pussy to me.

“Okay, so Kura I don't know what I'm…” Kura’s impatience got the better of her and she wrapped her legs around my head as she brought me to her lips. Her smell was intoxicating. Her flowery perfume filled my nostrils I smiled and did an exploratory lick of her folds. Kura in response pushed my face further into her pussy. I thrust my tongue into her folds deeper hearing a muffled moan as I continue to lick her folds. I continue to lick and thrust as I explore Kura’s pussy. I try to find what works best for her the best. As I continue to eat her I reach out for her boobs and give them a gentle squeeze. Kura went wild for it.

Feeling bold I go to her clit and give a quick suck the response is immediate Kura squirts all over my face and pushes me from her pussy. Her cat-like eyes stare into mine.

“Take your boxers off,” she demands her voice is steely and focused her eyes are narrow. “I need you to cum in my pussy now,” she demands

“That breeding kink never went away did it?” I asked. Kura laughed.

“Are you kidding now that I have you I'm going to drain you as often as I can. When we're not working, gaming, eating, sleeping, or teaching I expect us to be fucking before we do anything else.” Sakura stated her tone was clear and authoritative. I gulped and nodded. As she lowered herself into my rod.

“Make me your breeding bitch.” she said and that was the end of my hesitation. I thrust deep into her. “Harder” she moaned so I thrust again harder and again. She was unfathomably tight but I loved it I loved everything about this woman. Her perky breasts. Her sultry voice. Her tight ass, but most of all I loved that she was mine, no one else. I plunged into her again, and she moaned, “Please paint my womb with your cum. I need it.” due to all the other prep we had and her desperate look my body gave in. I exploded in her which sent Kura into the highest bliss as her pussy tried to milk me for all I was worth. When the pleasure subsides she moves her head down so she's eye level with me, and smiles as she caresses my face. She's satisfied… for now.

We shower and get dressed before heading out to Yunjin’s dorm. On the way we bump into an older gentleman (maybe a year or two older than me) he's got a stern look and his face sours when he sees me with Kura.

“Hi hideki-kun,” Kura says

“Oh Sakura how are you?”

“I'm great just walking with my shadow,” she says before hitting me lightly.

“Ah and who is he?” Hideki asks

“Oh, this is Juzo. He's the new Kaiju research specialist.” Kura explains

“The Vile gourmand?” he asks Kura

Kura nodded and at this point had my hand out for him to shake for several minutes of this conversation (Hideki spoke surprisingly slowly). He sizes me up and then says his goodbyes to Kura before leaving. I don't take many things personally but I took that personally. I didn't let Kura know though she seemed close with Hideki and I didn't want to build a wedge between them.

After that, we arrive at Yunjin’s form and she lets us in

“Glad y'all could take a break from fucking long enough to join us. She teases.”

Sakura groans at Yunjin who just smiles mischievously. In her room is a man with pale black hair and bright blue eyes

“Tobi?” I ask as I point to him. He nods pleasantly. I reach out my hand to shake it and he takes it. I shake his hand carefully. Kura watched me intently as I did this.

“Oh, so Yunijin you said you wanted snacks. Where do we get them?” I ask in English

“Oh, there's a shop on base that sells snacks and stuff,” she responds in English

“Are they American?” I ask in English

“No you'll have to leave the facility for that,” she says with a pout. I chuckle as I pull out my space carver and cut a rectangle big enough for all of us to walk through.

“Funny you should say that,” I say. Yunjin and Tobi looked at me confused before Kura walked through the Space corridor.

"Wait if you could do that the whole time why did you need the plane to get here?" Tobi asked in perfect English.

"Excellent question. My Space Carver only works on places where I have a physical sense. This is my first time coming to Japan so I needed to physically get here first." I explained to Tobi who nodded with understanding. Yunjin shrugged and walked through the portal. Tobi followed and I walked through as we all walked to enter an American Grocery store. I let them all pick up one or two of their preferred snacks and paid for them before heading back to the Facility. we all sit down together and watch the episode. before it starts Yunjin says

"Wait Juzo, are you caught up?"

"I am Manga current," I responded which drew the ire of Yunjin.

"You better not spoil anything," she said in her deep English voice. I zip my mouth shut and enjoy the episode.

After the episode Kura and I head back to my dorm. Kura is following which honestly I appreciate the Facility is a labyrinth and if it were not for her I would have been lost several times over. I do worry about possible rumors, but I also didn't know Sakura's reputation. Which is weird right? I have known her for upwards of 5 years but don't know her in this capacity at all. so every time she talked to someone else or acted shy, or gave a cute smile I found something new to fawn over her about, but don't let her know I said that. Gotta at least look tough ya know.

I feed Otrimi again and we get ready for bed. We lie in my bed close to each other. Kura finds rest easily in my arms, wrapped around her waist. Sadly my body is all screwed up, and I can't sleep. Every time I close my eyes and drift into REM sleep the nightmare starts the same. I'm with Caliban, Kullervo, Valkyr, Wisp, and I were all fighting but then Barsoom’s battle Ballad would play and I'd begin death’s dance the colors of the world would fade as I would begin to repaint it with the blood of others and it didn't matter who friend foe. All were equal under my blade, my instrument, my paintbrush. As I delve deeper into the dream my bloodlust only amplifies and yet as I add more bodies to my corpse throne my power only increases when I come out of it I see I am alone and an overwhelming feeling of sadness takes hold.

My body jolts awake. I look at the clock. 2 am. I groan and get up. To look for the practice room. I found it easily I opened it and found I could run a kaiju fighting simulation. I let the number of “simulated” kaiju go as high as it went which was 9 S-class Kaiju. I noticed that it had a record board and the previous record was Hideki. He had completed a Circuit against two S-class kaiju. To not make myself more of a target, I used my “Tenon name: Ragnarok” as the record for this one and entered.

As I enter I see 3 behemoths 3 leviathans and three Garuda Kaiju that are titan-sized. all placed in a simulated city block. I summon

"here is to your false Ideals," I yell as I race to the first one it's a behemoth that stumbles as it shoulder charges it. I follow this by cleaving it in half.

I jump over its corpse to have another face me "Don't think you can judge and not be judged." I yelled as I threw the sword into the next. I watched as the blade flew throw its eyes and severed its nervous system from its brain. I jump about 80 or so feet into the air and barrel to my weapon. On the way down I rip off the horn of one of the Garuda-type Kaiju and use it to impale it and the two other Flying Kaiju.

I crash to the ground sending a shockwave that causes a shockwave hitting the other the last Behemoth into a pillar cracking its neck. "Don't use his name to move the mountains in your way. Go back from where you came." I yell I go to my blade and turn to the last three Kaiju. I wait for them to move closer then I slash with a powerful swing turning them into Sashimi

"You're a plague to the non-believer. Tell them all you're gonna burn forever. You cast your stones on my father's name. May you burn forever." I yell as the remains fall around me. as the simulation stops. I go back to the entrance and repeat the simulation sequence over and over. The goal here is to try to be faster, hit harder, and Kill more and more until I am satisfied, but the ballad's power over me doesn't wane it only increases as I am driven further to Alacrity. I can start to see through the Kaiju seeing the body Chitin and muscle to the nerve points and sinew below. Vital points became visible and easier to exploit as the song continued. As I finished another rotation and went to start another I was met by Hideki, and lady who was with him. They look at me with abject terror. at that point, the Ballad's effect starts to wane. I reassemble the mask I wear to talk to them.

"Oh sorry about that. I thought I could be alone for a while. Ya know clear my head with something familiar and repetitive," I said politely. Hideki glared at me. the lady with him smiled pleasantly and said

"No worries we just wanted to get some earlier work in. You must be Juzo the Kaiju researcher." I nodded and she smiled, "Hi my name is Seulgi. I look forward to working with you hopefully." I nodded and reached out my hand for a Handshake. She brought me in for a tight hug, which was surprising.

"Oh, you're nice and solid. Built Sturdy I like it." Seulgi said as she let me go. My brain reeled as she let me go and I gave her two thumbs up as I walked back to my Dorm. I open the door to see Kura squinting at me.

"Where did you go?" she asked groggily. She was still half asleep it seemed.

"Just to train," I said. Kura nodded and went back to sleep as I showered then got back in the bed with her. She wrapped my arms around her chest and kissed my cheek. Her presence was calming as I finally drifted off into a decent sleep. No dreams this time though just that weird void of dream and sleep. The next time my eyes were opening Kura was shaking me.

"Come on it's time for you to teach your first class," she said. I nodded and got up. she had already showered and so did I so I changed into appropriate clothes, before feeding Otrimi. Otrimi was more than happy with eating. He was finished before I was done cleaning and was ready to go. so we all went to the classroom. Kura chose a desk that was front and center.

"Someone is eager. I teased."

"Well yeah you are legendary and to learn from you directly I want the best seat." She chuckled.

"Well if you want that the best seat for that is over there," I said pointing slightly to her right. Sakura raised a confused eyebrow

"Statistically it is the most successful seat due to me being left-handed." Sakura tilted her head and said "Okay" She moved to the seat and smiled at me. I began writing basic notes for the various topics I planned on discussing today but I figured we are all adults who fight Kaiju so I hoped it would be more question and answer. I also left name tags on the desk for my "students" to pick up. Sakura grabbed hers and wrote "Sakura" in English. I turned to her and she chuckled mischievously.

"Haha very funny." I teased. Sakura smiled at me with bright eyes full of adoration

"I need to know you can read it." she teased back

The next two to arrive were Seulgi and another dark-haired girl. next to her. They Both grabbed Name tags. they followed Kura's lead and all were written in English which was certainly convenient. The new lady's name was Eunbi. After that Hideki, Tobi, Heejin, Dahyun, Yunjin, and a young lady named Yujin, (she only stuck out because she sat close to Sakura.) Kafka, Haruki ( an older man) Chidori, and lastly Wataru. They all had different gazes about themselves. some seemed engaged some seemed wary and one (it's Hideki) just glared at me with white-hot anger. I did what I had to and ignored it.

"Good morning. my name is Juzo and I am here to help you all understand Kaiju ecology, biology, and physiology." I started. before I could do anything else though Chidori. he raised his hand.

"Ah yes, Mr. Chidori?"

"I would like to know your qualifications. I have seen your info all over the place in terms of books and field guides but that doesn't tell us much about why you know so much. We have had like 5 other "experts" run through this place but when it came to field work they all were only theory." His words are well received.

"Well I am not a real big theory guy I am a more practical hands-on learner, but The HDF has specifically asked me to keep you all in the classroom because they have put a lot of money into training and housing you ao you all getting injured in field research is not ideal. otherwise, we'd have been visiting Paradise Island." there is chatter among my "Students" as I speak.

"Look we are all adults here I am not looking to change how you fight or policy and procedures I am just here to give tools and answer questions about questions you may have," I explain hoping that my words reach their intended effect. Sakura raises her hand

"Yes, Mrs. Miyawaki."

Sakura pouts, "It's Sakura," she says whiny internally I groan but keep my composure, "Mr. Juzo and I have a question. Your shadow (She gestures to a napping Otrimi.) is a Kaiju, right? (I nod) How did you manage to tame him," Sakura asks

"I never trained Otrimi. it's more of a symbiotic relationship at times. We look out and take care of each other. That is not due to him being a Kaiju but due to extraneous circumstances with the invaders, but you are correct he is a Kaiju. A Garuda Behemoth type to be precise. That reminds me. So recently a new handbook came out for you guys on how to deal with Aragami or Earth-born Kaiju, and it mentioned that you should treat them like they're regular Kaiju. Don't do that. Aragami is Kaiju but because they are essentially mutated wild animals they have been slowly integrating and creating vital niches in our ecosystem. Also, most of them aren't hostile unless they are provoked. For example Otrimi." I explain. Otrimi raises his head at being mentioned then curls and goes to sleep in his little wreath pose. The group looked at me then Chidori said, “The only good kaiju is a dead one.” I was about to say something when Heejin raised her hand,

“Ah yes, Mrs. Heejin how can I assist you.”

“So your files mentioned that you have spent some time with the invaders. Can you provide some insight into their motivations?”

I eyed Heejin before making my response.

“Everything alright?” Heejin asks as I narrow my eyes. I look to the rest of the clans. She gives me a shit-eating grin

“Sure thing, but before I get into my explanation I do have to preface this by saying all of what I'm about to translate are not direct translations but conceptual ones. So if you recognize names and concepts those are intentional but they are not meant to be that thing. The invaders refer to themselves as the Carnothians. They are a highly rigged and militarized people. As with most salient species, they separate themselves into a caste-like system. The three castes are Orokin, Tenno, and Tenshin. Orokin is at the top Tenshin is at the bottom of the system. Their invasion force is led by the leader of the Vazarin clan. There are four other clans: Madurai, Naramon, Unariu, and Zenurik. I spent most of my time in Carnos with the Zenurik clan. Their leadership structure and philosophy. Is very different than the other clans. Zenurik is an isolationist faction that had decentralized leadership. This currently works in its favor as the previous Jedak (that's their monarch for lack of a better term) was killed by the current leader of the Vazarin clan due to his opposition to the “great expansion”.”

I watched as Sakura got up and grabbed a tissue before wiping my face.

“You had tears,” she said soberly. After that little moment, she sat back in her seat and I apologized to the rest of the class.

“Oh, it's no big deal. We all cry sometimes.” Seulgi said with a bright smile. I gave a thumbs up which she reciprocated.

“Any more questions?” I asked and since no one had any more I let everyone leave except for Heejin

“What are you doing here Wisp,” I said as soon as the last person left. Heejin smiled brightly

“Just checking in on my favorite Zenurik.”

“Heejin come on.”

“Okay, Ragnarok. The zenurik need their Jedak.”

“So who's been assigned?”I ask confused

Heejin smiles then points at me“You”

I shake my head incredulous “That's impossible. You of all people should know that.”

“For Vazarin yes but I have learned that the Zenurik are a very different people,” Heejin says in between fits of giggles.

“How so?” I ask confused

Heejin smiled reveling in the power of the info she had, “They demanded your return. When we visit they demand your return since my father in all of his wisdom decided to let them know you are Orokin whether you like it or not, but you have been trained you are tested. I know you have had “trouble” with unbound form but you are ready.”

Worry began to fill my mind. I wasn't ready to lead the Zenurik What if I fail? What if I have to defy Inaros? Where all questions that plagued my mind“What if I don't want it? I saw! I was there when he killed Lavos, Garuda, Dante, and Baruuk! Your father is a tyrant and I won't put myself in a position that vulnerable while he's still in power.”

Heejin looked at me with surprise “Wait he killed them?” she asked

I squinted at her, “Yes! do you believe they all died of old age in their chat with him?”

Heejin nodded understanding but still skeptical, (which I don't blame it was her father, to be honest.) “Yeah that does sound far-fetched but despite that, you have a responsibility to the Zenurik.”

I shook my head as I said plainly“No I don't..”

Heejin gasped surprised at my statement “Why not? You were the one who was always talking about the responsibility we had as future leaders to take care of our people. Was that all a lie?” she asked

I shake my head as I explain, “No it wasn't but what good am I as a dead or murderous leader? Because if I defy him he'll just kill me…well attempt to because I will kill him and thats bad… At least based on what Kullervo and Revenant taught me.”

Heejin was still skeptical as she couldn't still see her dad for the murderous scum he was“Why would he do that?”

I shrugged “I don't know Heejin. As your mom, or your grandparents, or better yet ask your birth parents. Whom he exiled. They all thought they could appease him into not being evil anymore but Oberon is a lost cause.”

“How did you find out about my birth parents?” Heejin demanded frightened.

“Dante knew everything and he taught me so now I know everything,” I respond

Heejin looked at me and regained her composure, “Can't you just play the politics game? I mean all the rest of our team understood that we'd have to wait before we could make changes.” she looked at me desperate and pleading. This chat was going nowhere. Barsoom’s battle ballad was starting to play in my head Faintly, and if I didn't de-escalate the situation there would be problems.”

Instead of Speaking, I summon Balmung. Heejin is taken aback by the Old Carnothian weapon and she finally understands. She stiffens and winces seeing the blade.

“How long have the visions been?” Heejin asks.

“Since I got out of the pod and even during.”

“Ragnarok I am so sorry. Why didn't you tell us?”Heejin asked

I shrugged, “Because I thought I was crazy.” Heejin nods her eyes holding the understanding that I was put in a precarious position.

“Okay, that's a pretty fair reason. Wait is this how you took out the 100 cosmic beasts?” Heejin asks as the pieces connect in her mind. I nod and she continues“And the Eternal dragon?”

I shake my head “That's what made the blade.” I answered. Heejin nods as she puts the timeline together

“Your dad can't find out about this,” I say. Heejin nods aggressively.

“He would kill you and everyone you care about if he knew,” she affirmed. After that, the air turned less confrontational as the both of us calmed down. Heejin smirked

“So you and Sakura huh?” she asked with a knowing tone

“Is it that obvious,” I ask worried

Heejin nods. In the years I have been here she has been super guarded. I think before today I have never seen her smile or do anything emotional whatsoever, but with you here she's all giggly and happy. It's kinda creepy.

“Well get used to it I guess?” I shrug confused

“Wait why what happened?” Heejin asked inquisitively.

“Well, we are getting married.”

“Didn't you just meet her yesterday though…wait is she the Kura you were always raving about missing?” I nod and Heekin begins to laugh uncontrollably.

“Let me guess she asked.” I nodded and Heejin laughed even harder. “You so passive and permissible,” she said teasingly.

“Have you seen her?” I ask pointedly

“Look I didn't say you had bad taste I said you were permissible and passive. She is a catch-100%, but you land and declare marriage to the first pretty girl you see is so you.” Heejin teases I smile and she hugs me.

“Look I know it's hard and not ideal but you do need to go to Zenurik. They need you, but I understand that you have your issues. So we'll figure it out without my father’s intervention.” Heejin said firmly I shrug as Heejin leaves.

I sit alone before going to unpack my dorm. On the way, an alarm for a kaiju to breakout happens. I race to the scene to see a very confused Marduk Aragami thrashing about. I do the smart thing and approach it calmly before leading it out of the facility and back to the outside. When I get back in I run into Chidori.

“Why didn't you kill it,” he asked pointedly

“Well it wasn't needed,” I answered

“You know all that Hero shit is going to cost you.”

“It already has.”

“What's that supposed to mean?”

“When you've buried enough bodies they begin to claw at you. So I avoid killing as often as possible.”I respond

“Whatever,” Chidori says as he walks away

I get back to my dorm. Otrimi takes his place as I begin to unpack. About halfway through my door opens and Kura is there. I smile and point to my switch.

“You can play Persona if you want to,” I say to Kura. Kura remains silent. Kura closes the door and I see nothing but Lust in her eyes. I laughed. Her eyes narrowed as she approached me. She brings me in for a passionate and lurid kiss. As she does a naughty errant hand sneaks into my pants and forcibly grips my balls tightly. I groan breaking my kiss with Kura.

She leans into my ear before blowing into it, causing my body to shiver. Kura smiles

“Wow, you are sensitive,” Kura says seductively. She gives me a look before lowering herself down to my crotch she pulls my pants down and blows on my exposed phallus. I shiver at her action. She smiles brightly before taking me into her mouth.

"Aw fuck Kura." I moan. Kura's eyes widen as her pupils double in size.

"Say my name again," she says as she begins stroking me.

"Fuck Kura." I saw her hands do magic to me. Kura's eyes go wide. as she takes me back into her mouth. her head begins deepthroating me. her hole is so warm and comforting much like the rest of her.

"I love how hard you get for me," Kura says after coming for air. "Are you close? I wanna swallow it," she says. I groan as her words send my body into overdrive to fulfill her request. She smiles mischievously and gives a light nibble to my tip before taking me whole. the pain and pleasure cross over and overwhelm me as I paint her throat. Unphased Sakura takes it all in one go with a smile before coming up. She smiles. and goes over to her bag.

"I just wanted a drink," she says innocently despite her less-than-innocent actions earlier. she opens her bag and takes out the knitting equipment. She sits on my bed and begins to crochet.

"You can start Persona. I have to finish this hat for Momo. you'll meet her tomorrow. I nod and sit down in my chair. Otrimi jumps next to Kura in the bed content next to her. Kura smiles as she works. I begin the massive prologue of Persona 5 with Kura occasionally making commentary on the actions I take.

"Really the featherman suits" she asks when I unlock all the customization options.

"What you know I am a huge toku head, and this is the closest I'll get to a functional Super Sentai game," I say over the next few hours Kura and I move around my dorm sitting and switching positions as we get further into our respective tasks.

Kura laughs out loud at my comment before going back to her work.

The next day Kura and I are woken up by an intercom call telling all personnel besides External Help (Heejin and I) to meet at the combat labs. Sakura raced to go, but something about this seemed off. I beg her not to go, but she merely smiles and says. "Don't worry big guy I'll be right back." She smiles at me as a familiar sense of dread washes over me. So I let her go. After she leaves. I got to look for Heejin hoping to ease my fears.

I find her and so much more. I open the door to an office. Where I see a very stressed-out Heejin.

"Hey, Kiddo," Oberon says with a malicious smile

#kpop fanfic #miyawaki sakura #le sserafim sakura #fanfic #miyawaki sakura smut #sakura miyawaki #izone smut #izone sakura

[prismuffin]

Hey! I was wondering how you think the spiderverse characters would react to Male reader Spiderman that can jump really high because he was bit by a jumping spider? (I may or may not be asking this because the spiderverse oc I made was bit by a jumping spider. 😅)

I just asked for ATSV asks so thank you 😼anyways I think that-

Miles would probably find you cool rather quickly. In fact you probably saved his life the first time you met. You were called to Pavitrs earth by Jessica to accompany Gwen and you caught him after he glitched and fell. For a second he thought you were swinging but nope you were just jumping super high. “Can you just naturally jump this high?!” You laughed at his shock. Later on he definitely asks where you got those hops from cause he’s pretty sure that’s not a normal spider power.

Gwen was sent to another Spider-Man’s earth in order to help out but the threat was far more powerful than they thought so they sent backup to the backup. It was you and Hobie. Watching you hop around just saving civilians while Hobie dealt with the villain was honestly pretty cool and she definitely forgot where she was for a second. Eventually she’d snap back into it and start helping as well. Afterwards she introduces herself and asks about the jumping thing. Probably makes a corny ass joke about it. Finds it pretty sick honestly.

Pavitr was still pretty new to not only being Spider-Man but also the SpiderSociety so he was still meeting tons of new Spider-people. When he first met you, you were jumping around the spider society, “So are you jumping this high from some sort of limb enhancement or?” He’d ask while his head moved up and down as he watched you. When you tell him it’s because a jumping spider bit you- he finds it so cool. Pick him up and jump with him in your arms now. He finds it so fun and his giggles are so cute as you hop around the SpiderSociety with him.

You were introduced to Hobie through the SpiderSociety. His nonchalant rebellious behavior towards Miguel and his system drew you to him and you both started talking. When you brought up the fact that you could jump super high because you were bit by a jumping spider he jokingly doesn’t believe you, egging you on to “give it a go then,” just so he can see it in action. Finds your bouncing funny and compliments the ability. Probably gives you some silly jumping related nickname.

Miguel would’ve went to your dimension because of an anomaly, he’d be pleasantly surprised to see you holding your own and it would take him a minute to recognize that you were mostly jumping around and not swinging as much. Of course he’s met many spider people but none with the ability of super jumping. After capturing the anomaly he’d question you about the ability and you tell him it’s cause you got bit by a jumping spider. Sees your potential and probably recruits you based off of that alone, saying how the multiverse could use people like you.

Peter B would be shocked to say the least. I mean all spidermen can jump pretty high and move pretty fast but you’re jumping high. “Woah kid where’d you learn to jump like that?” He’d ask with a laugh as he witnessed you in action. When you tell him you were bitten by a jumping spider he just laughs. “Man why does everyone else always get the cool powers.” Unofficially adopts you for sure like you are his son now and you can’t fight it.

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[halfdeadfullgay]

404 - Title Not Found (part/chapter 3)

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Ao3

Summary: Jason was expecting the gala to be boring like always but is pleasantly surprised when it isn’t.

Danny meant it as a joke but Fenton luck always strikes. At least he gets an excuse to talk to the cute guy he gave quarters to.

AN: As always this is crack, this is a whole crack fic; and I play fast and loose with DC&DP cannon. Ignore any out of character writing(mainly Vlad and Bruce).

Kinda/slow Vlad redemption, kinda like a shitty uncle that you get along with sometimes.

Danny and Jason don’t know each other’s names for a bit so they refer to each other as:

Danny - Quarter Guy

Jason - Laundry Guy

Enjoy the crack! :)

Jason immediately knew that the other wasn’t from Gotham. No one just offered anything without an immediate confirmation that they would get something in return. At least that’s how it was in Crime Alley. He and the other held small talk while they were doing their laundry.

“You just offer quarters to people?” He said sarcastically only to have an actual answer in return. “Only the cute people.” The other said with a somewhat joking tone.

“Uh huh. What’s ya name? I didn’t catch it.” Jason wouldn’t directly admit but this guy had peaked his interest even more.

“Well, I didn’t throw.” The guy answered with a smile that felt sarcastic with just a bit of wanting chaos.

The topic changed to other things. He learned that quarter guy had moved to Crime Alley awhile back, he didn’t give a clear reason why; “Just thought it’d be a good change of pace.”

He also learned that Quarter Guy was going to some kind of event with his godfather; saying that even though he agreed to go, he could still complain. And god did he complain but nothing sounded too bad. “He’s just a fruitloop, I wouldn’t doubt him trying to use me to get secrets from the other people.”

Jason didn’t share any too personal information; besides it just out of sceret identity and such but it would also feel weird to. Jason did complain about how he was more or less forced into agreeing to go to the Wayne gala, only not sharing that it was a gala or that it was a Wayne event.

“Maybe we end up at the same event.” Quater guy, who still didn’t tell Jason his name, joked. His laundry had been done before his own. Quarter guy left with a smile that only made him want to figure out why he felt familiarly even more. Jason was more curious about this guy than before but decided to hold off on figuring out more about it.

—

It was just meant as a joke. Danny really did mean as a joke but just his fucking luck(or honestly he was expecting CW to be the cause in some way), he was now looking at the guy he gave quarters to a day or two pior. He was standing next to the snack table, avoiding Vlad so he didn’t have to worry about talking to other rich people he didn’t trust. The snacks didn’t look good in any sense of the word, why did he expect rich people to know what good snacks look and taste like.

He was thinking about texting Sam to complain, knowing that she would say I told you so but that when he noticed the guy from his apartment building was there. It took a second to recgionze him since he seemed more put together and dressed nicer, but it was him. Danny wouldn’t have questioned it too much if the guy wasn’t standing next to Bruce Wayne but he was. Danny didn’t need to know any more rich people but life(or probably CW) had other plans.

He noticed that the guy hadn’t seemed to see him yet. Danny moved away from the snack table, going opposite from Wayne and the laundry guy; mainly focusing on staying hidden but a voice called him. “Danỉ͔͖̜͌ẹ̿͋̒̕l̙͖̑̾ͣ!” It wasn’t loud, at least it wasn’t to humans. It had just enough of a hint of ghost speak to have Danny turn to look. Of course when he had his back turned, Vlad had to go and speak to Bruce Wayne. “Come over, I’ve hardly seen you since we’ve arrived.”

Danny held back a sigh and eye roll as he went over to Vlad and Wayne; which also meant laundry guy. He had felt Wayne’s eyes on him as he went over, laundry guy hadn’t seemed to notice or frankly care enough to look. He looked at Bruce. He knew of “Brucie” Wayne and had wondered if it was just a persona like when Vlad used to pretend to be niceish to his dad. He side eyed laundry guy, who didn’t look at him at all.

“You didn’t tell me you had a so-“ Bruce started with a hint of curiosity. Danny was quick to cut him off. “He didn’t because I’m not.” That’s what finally got laundry guy’s attention, he looked at Danny for a second and Danny already knew that he recognized him. “Daniel, that was rude.” Vlad looked at him before going back to Bruce. “I apologize for him but he is right. He’s my godson.” Vlad said, leaving it to Danny to introduce himself.

“Yes, I do apologize for cutting you off like that.” Danny started. He used the tone he would use with some of the ghost nobles. It was a bit forced but relatively kind. He’d hate to admit and never would out loud but he learned it from Vlad. “It’s alright, I understand how words hold meaning.” He noticed how it sounded more real than “Brucie” usually did.

He just nodded before continuing, “Okay. I’ll introduce myself before Vlad tries to.” Danny made his tone sound just a bit joking. He felt laundry guy’s full attention on him. He smiled, a little fake and a little smug. “I’m Danny Fenton and as Vlad said, I am his godson.”

There was some “good to meet you”s exchanged. Danny picked up on the fact that Bruce nudged Laundry Guy to introduce himself.

—

Jason didn’t like Vlad Masters at all. He was creepy, all around weird and untrustworthy. He had only seen him a few times before, spoke to him barely unless with Bruce but something was off now. There was a strange feeling of paranoia around Vlad that he couldn’t place. Even with all his training from the Bat.

He had been staying relatively close to Bruce, not wanting to deal with questions or the other people which Bruce seemed to respect. He had noticed that Bruce had been trying to be better or very least trying to understand his perspective. It was something, it was better than nothing.

Jason had held back a groan as soon as he saw Vlad approach him and (mainly) Bruce. He tuned out most of everything, just looking at the other people around them. It was like every other time Bruce was stopped by another billionaire. Just stand there, vaguely pay attention and look at the crowd of other people. That’s how it was going until he heard Vlad call out to someone else.

“Danỉ͔͖̜͌ẹ̿͋̒̕l̙͖̑̾ͣ!“ He heard Vald call out to someone else. it sounded off, not by a lot but still. He didn’t show a reaction outside of paying more attention. He noticed Bruce didn’t show any slight reaction which was expected. Jason still didn’t care enough to fully look up at whoever Vlad had called over until Bruce had started talking and was immediately cut off.

Jason had recognized the voice right off the bat. He looked up and saw Quarter Guy or as he introduced himself, Danny. It was obvious that the other recognized him as well but spoke as if he didn’t. He thought of when he talked to him while doing laundry and how he joked about them going to the same event. He heard formalities go around when felt Bruce nudge him. A signal to introduce himself.

He faced Danny, taking note of how he acted like they hadn’t met and he decided to go along with it. “Jason. Nice meeting ya.” He said with a similar smile that Bruice Wayne was known for but each bat kid had their own distinct version of it. “Nice to meet you as well.” Danny said with his own smile, he noticed that it was a mix between genuine and fake.

Jason noticed how different the other acted compared to when they talked a few days prior. He took note of how he was not as talkative or sarcastic and just had a small sense of fakeness about him. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for people to have a more or less fake personas at galas but he found it interesting how the other did a complete 180.

“So Danny, this your first gala?” Jason asked. A bit genuinely curious and also since he knew Bruce would ask him at some point. Danny looked at Vlad for a split second before answering. It seemed like silent communication. “No and yes. I’ve been to a few before but this is the first one I’ve been to in Gotham.” He had kept the smile as he explained. “Vlad has dragged me to some all over. Although I mainly attend the few that are held in my hometown.”

Yeah, he was definitely lying about something. It was easy to guess especially when Danny looked at Vlad before he had answered. He didn’t outwardly question it or look at Bruce to see if he noticed it too, of course he had; world’s greatest detective or whatever.

“Well we’re glad that you decided to attend tonight.” Bruce spoke, or well Brucie did. Some of the others had personas similar to the Brucie one but Jason didn’t. He didn’t feel like he needed one especially after coming back. “How about Jason and you go off and do your own thing while I speak business with Vlad?”

Jason looked at Bruce for a second, they both knew something was sketchy with Vlad and instead of including him in getting more info on him, Bruce was pushing him off to Danny. Not that he was complaining but still. He looked at Danny for his response.

—

Danny looked at Vlad, a bit surprised that Vlad wasn’t one to suggest that although he would’ve been suggesting it as a way to get information against competition. Vlad just gave a nod to him, Danny held back a sign knowing that Vlad would still use it as an opportunity for that. “Sure, why not? Still getting used to the city and all.”

And with that, he was led away by Jason. He could already hear Vlad scheming. At least he would be the only ghost he’d have to deal with. Hopefully, he didn’t want to jinx himself. He just let Jason drag him away from Bruce and Vald, not really caring where they went.

They finally stopped in a more quiet corner of the gala room. It was less bright with less people which Danny was grateful for. He had attended more ghost galas than human ones. So the loudness that came with human ones was still newish to him.

“So, I guess we really did end up at the same event.” Jason said with a smug grin. Hopefully just making it known that he said it as a joke would make it seem as a crazy coincidence and not too weird.

Danny gave him a sheepish smile, “I swear I meant it as a joke.”

#cross posted on ao3 #fanfic #dpxdc #dcxdp #danny phantom #ghost king danny #dead on main #jason todd #red hood #crack fic #crack treated seriously #404 - title not found

[elryuse]

Hey can I ask for yandere xiaoting ?

Devil In Disguise

YANDERE XIAOTING X MALE READER

Xiaoting, a vision of flawless beauty sculpted by stylists and fueled by caffeine, pushed open the familiar door of her favorite cafe. The air, thick with the aroma of roasted coffee beans, was a welcome escape from the sterility of her practice studio. But today, the enticing scent was overshadowed by a different kind of allure.

Behind the counter stood a boy with hair the color of dark chocolate that seemed to absorb the warm light filtering through the window. His eyes, a deep brown that held a warmth that sent a shiver down her spine, were focused intently on the espresso machine. He was handsome, yes, undeniably so, but it was his smile – genuine, unburdened by the pressures of fame that she carried like a second skin – that truly captivated her.

"Can I get you something?" he asked, his voice a pleasant baritone that rumbled in a way that made her knees weak.

"Hmm," Xiaoting purred, leaning against the counter. Her stage persona, a mix of icy cool and smoldering sensuality, came naturally. It was a shield, a carefully crafted armor that protected her from the emotional onslaught of constant scrutiny. Here, though, in this tiny cafe with its worn wooden tables and mismatched mugs, it felt heavy. "Idk.. Surprise me."

He chuckled, a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine once more. "Coming right up," he said, his smile widening. As he worked, she stole glances, memorizing the way his brow furrowed in concentration as he steamed the milk, the way his fingers danced across the espresso machine with a practiced ease. Finally, he slid a steaming cup towards her, a playful glint in his eyes.

"Here you go," he said, his voice warm and inviting. "Hope it surprises you pleasantly."

"I'm sure it will," Xiaoting said, her voice a husky murmur. "By the way, I'm Xiaoting."

He smiled, his name tag reading "Y/n. Nice to meet you, Xiaoting. So, what brings a beautiful girl like you to my humble cafe?"

The question was simple, but it sent a jolt through her. Rarely did people see beyond the mask she wore for the cameras. An idea, delicious and dangerous, sparked in her mind.

"Just looking for a little escape," she said, her voice tinged with a calculated vulnerability. They talked for what felt like hours, but in reality, it was only a stolen half-hour between customers. She learned about his dreams of becoming a musician, his love for classic novels that she'd only ever seen adapted into movies, the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed at a particularly bad joke she told. It was intoxicating, this taste of normalcy, of genuine connection.

But as she went to leave, her heart plummeted.

"Hey," Y/n called. "I don't usually ask this, but…" He fumbled in his pocket, pulling out a napkin. "Would you like to keep in touch?"

A thrill shot through her. This was better than she could have hoped for. But then, a girl, blonde and bubbly, linked arms with Y/n, planting a kiss on his cheek.

"Hey babe, sorry I'm late!"

Xiaoting's smile froze, the warmth in her replaced by a chilling emptiness that spread through her like ice. "Girlfriend?" she croaked, her voice devoid of its usual playful lilt.

Y/n's face fell. "Oh, right. This is…" His eyes darted between them, confusion etched on his face. "This is Xiaoting, and…"

"No need to introduce me," Xiaoting cut in, her voice dripping with saccharine sweetness that tasted like ash in her mouth. It was a performance, a carefully crafted mask once more, but this time, it was fueled by something far more potent than practiced charm. "It's lovely to meet you. Y/n tells me wonderful things about you."

The lie flowed effortlessly, a seed planted in the fertile ground of the girl's insecurities. Later, alone in her luxurious apartment, the mask shattered. Rage contorted her face, a terrifying transformation that would send shivers down the spine of anyone who witnessed it. A mere pop star, a nobody, dared to have someone she desired? The thought was an insult, a challenge to her carefully constructed world.

The following days were a blur of activity. Xiaoting, the master manipulator with a team of loyal and discreet individuals at her beck and call, orchestrated a flawless plan. A carefully placed photo, an anonymous tip to the tabloids that fueled the ever-hungry gossip machine, and a manufactured public meltdown on Y/n's girlfriend's part did the trick. Days later, Y/n, heartbroken and confused, found himself sitting across from Xiaoting in her opulent apartment, a stark contrast to the cozy cafe.

Y/n stared at Xiaoting, his eyes red-rimmed and puffy. Tears had carved glistening tracks through the caked-on makeup his ex had insisted on before their "emotional" break-up video.

"It's all a lie, isn't it?" he rasped, his voice raw with betrayal. "The cheating, the whole thing."

Xiaoting, perched on a plush velvet sofa, her designer dress impeccably styled, reached out and squeezed his hand. Her touch, usually electric, felt cold and calculating. "Oh, Y/n," she cooed, her voice dripping with manufactured sympathy. "Don't listen to the media vultures. They just want to create drama."

Her practiced smile didn't reach her eyes. Y/n, however, blinded by grief and the subtle shift in her demeanor, clung to her words like a lifeline.

"She seemed so genuine in the video," he mumbled, his voice thick with despair. "She even had… proof."

A flicker of triumph passed through Xiaoting's eyes, masked by a concerned frown. "Proof that can be easily fabricated, darling," she purred. "You know how these things work."

Y/n nodded numbly, his mind reeling. Xiaoting leaned in, her voice a seductive whisper. "You deserve better, Y/n. Someone who will cherish you, who understands you. Someone like me."

He looked up, his gaze searching hers. In that moment, a flicker of something dark, something possessive, glinted in her eyes. But Y/n, lost in his emotional turmoil, missed it.

"I don't know what to believe anymore," he whispered, defeated.

Xiaoting's smile bloomed, genuine this time. "Then believe in me," she said, her voice laced with a dangerous possessiveness. "Believe that I can make you happy."

And in that vulnerable state, Y/n did. Blinded by the illusion of comfort and the toxic sweetness of her words, he allowed himself to fall into her carefully constructed web.

Days turned into weeks, then months. Xiaoting, the idol with a seemingly perfect life, became his haven. But the haven was a gilded cage, its bars disguised as luxury and affection.

His phone calls with friends became "intrusions into their healing." His attempts to pursue music, his long-held dream, were dismissed as "unrealistic distractions." The outside world became a blur, filtered through Xiaoting's carefully curated narrative.

One evening, amidst a candlelit dinner, Xiaoting casually mentioned a camera crew arriving the next day to film a "day in the life" segment.

Y/n froze, a flicker of unease crossing his face. "A camera crew? Here?"

Xiaoting, all innocence, feigned surprise. "Oh honey, didn't I mention? It's a surprise! They want to showcase our beautiful love story."

His unease morphed into terror. The manufactured reality she'd created suffocated him. But before he could protest, she reached for his hand, her grip a vice.

"Don't worry, darling," she purred, her voice laced with a chilling sweetness. "It'll be perfect. After all, the whole world deserves to see how happy we are, right?"

Y/n's pleas were drowned out by the manufactured sweetness of her voice. Trapped in her gilded cage, his future stretched before him, not a haven of love, but a prison built on lies and a terrifying obsession.

The camera crew bustled around the apartment, their presence a suffocating weight on Y/n's chest. Every stolen glance at Xiaoting confirmed his growing suspicion. Her smile, practiced for countless interviews, seemed strained around the edges. Her eyes, usually sparkling with manufactured cheer, held a glint of something manic.

As they filmed their "candid" interactions, Y/n fumbled for words. Xiaoting, ever the professional, filled the silence with fabricated anecdotes about their whirlwind romance, peppered with possessiveness disguised as affection.

Later, after the crew departed, the air grew thick with a suffocating tension. Y/n, his hands clammy with unease, finally found his voice.

"Xiaoting," he started, his voice barely a whisper. "It felt… staged. Everything."

Xiaoting's smile faltered for a brief moment, then reappeared, wider and somehow colder. "Staged? How silly, darling. It was just a little awkwardness, that's all."

He wasn't convinced. The way she'd hovered over him, her touch lingering a beat too long, the way her gaze flickered to the phone whenever it buzzed – it all screamed control.

"Can I… can I call my friends sometime?" Y/n asked, his voice small.

A flicker of annoyance crossed Xiaoting's face, quickly masked. "Oh, honey, you know how the media is. They'd twist anything into a story. We wouldn't want them to paint a wrong picture of our perfect relationship, would we?"

Y/n swallowed the retort that rose in his throat. He felt a growing sense of isolation, a gnawing loneliness that her constant presence couldn't fill.

Days blurred into weeks. Phone calls became a distant memory, replaced by Xiaoting's curated schedule of "romantic outings" and "couple interviews." He was a prop in her meticulously crafted narrative, his own dreams and desires pushed further and further out of reach.

One night, while Xiaoting slept, Y/n stumbled upon her phone. A morbid curiosity gnawed at him. He knew it was wrong, but the need to understand his situation overpowered his conscience.

His breath hitched as he saw text messages exchanged with a private number. The messages were cold, calculating, filled with instructions about manipulating interviews and maintaining their "perfect" facade.

But what truly sent chills down his spine was the final message: "Target successfully isolated. Phase two: public declaration."

Y/n's blood ran cold. He wasn't Xiaoting's lover; he was a pawn in a twisted game orchestrated by a woman consumed by a possessive obsession. Fear, sharp and primal, clawed at his throat.

He knew then that he had to escape. But how? Xiaoting controlled everything – his access to the outside world, his finances, even his reputation.

He spent the next few days formulating a plan, a desperate gamble fuelled by a newfound strength. He started subtly leaving messages for his old bandmate on social media, hidden in plain sight within innocuous comments. He pretended to be enthusiastic about Xiaoting's upcoming album release, subtly planting seeds of doubt about their relationship in interviews.

The night before the album release party, Y/n finally made his move. He waited until Xiaoting fell asleep, then packed a small bag with essentials. He knew she'd wake up soon, so he had to be quick.

He tiptoed towards the door, his heart hammering in his chest. Just as he grasped the knob, a cold voice stopped him in his tracks.

"Going somewhere, darling?" Xiaoting stood there, her eyes blazing with a terrifying fury.

Y/n's mouth went dry. "Xiaoting, I… I just need some air."

"No," she said, her voice a steely whisper. "You're not going anywhere. You belong to me now."

Y/n knew then that reasoning was futile. He had to fight his way out. He lunged for the door, but Xiaoting was faster. She grabbed his arm, her grip surprisingly strong.

A struggle ensued, desperate and brutal. Y/n, fueled by a surge of adrenaline, managed to break free and sprint towards the window. He threw it open, the cool night air a welcome shock.

"Y/n don't!!" Xiaoting screamed, her voice laced with a chilling desperation.

He didn't look back. He scrambled onto the fire escape, adrenaline masking the fear threatening to consume him. He descended quickly, ignoring the burn in his legs, until he reached the ground and melted into the night.

He knew this was just the beginning. Xiaoting wouldn't give up easily. But for the first time in months, he felt a flicker of hope. He was free, and he would do He sprinted through the deserted streets, the rhythmic pounding of his feet the only sound in the night. Glancing back every few seconds, his heart hammered a frantic tattoo against his ribs. He didn't see Xiaoting, but the chilling memory of her desperate plea sent shivers down his spine.

Reaching his old friend's apartment, he pounded on the door with shaking hands. Relief flooded him when the familiar face of his bandmate, Mark, appeared. But before Y/n could explain, a car screeched to a halt outside, its headlights momentarily blinding him.

"Y/n!" Mark gasped, pulling him back inside just as the apartment door splintered. Xiaoting, her face contorted with rage, stormed in, a gaggle of security guards flanking her.

"There you are!" she hissed, her voice laced with venom.

Y/n's frantic pleas for help fell on deaf ears. The security guards, well-versed in the art of celebrity wrangling, subdued him with practiced ease. Mark, powerless against the tide, could only watch in horror.

Back in the gilded cage, Xiaoting's rage had morphed into a chilling calm. Gone was the facade of the loving girlfriend. Y/n sat across from her, his wrists bound with silk scarves, the very picture of a dethroned king.

"You shouldn't have tried to leave," Xiaoting said, her voice devoid of emotion. "Now, things will have to change."

A cold dread filled Y/n. He knew then that escape was no longer an option. Xiaoting wouldn't simply lock him away; she would control him. His career, his reputation, his very identity – all would become pawns in her twisted game.

The following days were a blur of media manipulation. Xiaoting, the heartbroken victim, spun a tale of a troubled boyfriend on the verge of a breakdown. Public sympathy flowed freely, further isolating Y/n.

He was allowed to keep his phone, but under constant surveillance. His band, ostracized and pressured by Xiaoting's powerful team, reluctantly distanced themselves. The world he once knew crumbled around him.

Weeks turned into months. Y/n became a ghost of his former self, a talented musician reduced to a silent shadow beside the ever-smiling Xiaoting. He was forced to participate in interviews, his every word carefully scripted.

One day, during a live performance, a flicker of defiance sparked in his eyes. As Xiaoting launched into a love song, he reached for the microphone, his voice hoarse but resolute.

"This isn't real," he rasped, the words catching in his throat. "She's keeping me prisoner."

The music screeched to a halt. Shock rippled through the audience. Security guards rushed the stage before Y/n could utter another word.

But the damage was done. The carefully crafted facade had a gaping hole. Whispers turned into accusations. Public opinion shifted, a seed of doubt planted.

Xiaoting, however, remained unfazed. Public scrutiny was a game she knew how to play. She painted Y/n as delusional, a victim of his own mental breakdown. Her carefully calculated tears and veiled threats of self-harm swayed the narrative back in her favor.

Y/n, isolated and silenced once more, sank deeper into despair. He knew he might never truly escape Xiaoting's grasp. She had woven a web of control so intricate, so pervasive, that it had become his reality.

The story ended not with a dramatic escape or a heroic rescue, but with a slow, suffocating descent. Y/n remained a prisoner, not behind bars, but within the gilded cage of a twisted obsession, his music and his dreams forever silenced by the chilling melody of Xiaoting's love song.

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[tmagpposting]

Alice’s Attitude

and why I don’t think it’s going to save her.

I haven’t seen a lot of people talking about the implication of Alice's attitude towards the incidents and horror elements so far, so I’m going to. Someone else may have already made a post about this, but I haven’t found anything yet, and I couldn’t find a way to get this out of my mind without writing it down. Naturally, I’m also going to inflict this long-winded and potentially needless analysis on all of you, since I spent 2 hours typing it out (sorry in advance). TW for blatant overuse of parentheticals and politics towards the end. This draws on content from TMAGP episodes 1-3 and TMA overall, particularly the series finale.

I feel like a lot of us going into TMAGP and having listened to TMA already were probably pleasantly surprised by Alice’s attitude of “The Horrors? Just say no!” since a lot of TMA revolved around the idea that curiosity and investigation of the fears usually doomed people to be consumed by one of them, as we saw with a lot of the Archive staff, particularly Jon. I certainly was. Though her ideas about how to deal with the incident reports are definitely somewhat callous, in the context of TMA, they feel very pragmatic, and I found myself thinking, “finally, a character who knows what genre she’s in and refuses to surrender to it.” I’ve been seeing a couple people agree with this, and say that her approach might even help her stay afloat when things start to escalate as the conflicts of TMAGP develop in the coming episodes. I thought that too, at least for a while. 

After thinking about it for several days, I don’t think this is the case. Given TMA’s themes and propensity for tragedy, and Jonny’s approach to tackling social issues, I don’t think Alice’s apathy is going to save her. In fact, I think it’s potentially going to be the character flaw that will doom her in the first place.

1. Alice already cares (not about the horrors, but about people)

To start with, I’d like to point out that Alice will only be able to maintain her apathy to a limited extent, and when people she cares about start being harmed, she is going to get involved. In fact, we can already see this happening. Ep 3 notably starts and ends with Alice making a plan to get Central IT involved in looking into their computers, when she tries to mention them to Colin in the first scene, and when she asks Sam to call them on her behalf in the final scene. I’d argue that the issue comes up because she’s concerned about Colin more than fixing the OIAR’s computers. She tells Sam it’s because Colin may not be able to handle FR3-D1 as well as he thinks he can since he’s been working on it forever with very little positive progress, but given the additional context of the starting scene, I think it’s reasonable to assume she also wants to meddle for Colin’s sake. In the first scene of ep 3, she seemingly talks more softly/slowly than usual (to me, it sounds like she’s trying to be soothing when compared to how she normally talks, even outside of the times she’s actually soothing FR3-D1), she doesn’t make too many digs at Colin as he sounds increasingly stressed, and she asks gently and subtly about calling Central IT for help when she is generally pretty direct when she seriously wants something (like all the times she repeatedly shuts down Sam’s questions because she wants him to stay out of danger). It sounds like she’s trying to slip it in as a half-joke, but Colin treats it as a genuine suggestion when he usually either brushes off her jokes or plays into them instead, so I think it was her actual intent to involve Central IT even at that point. Furthermore, Gwen tells Sam something along the lines of “Alice is the only one [Colin] tolerates” in a previous episode, they have good banter throughout so far, and Colin’s explosive reaction to Sam mentioning the app completely deflates when he learns it was Alice’s idea. All of this seemingly demonstrates a bond that goes pretty far beyond what I’d think of as a basic work relationship with no actual friendship involved. Colin is already pretty deep into investigating FR3-D1 to the point that it’s probably going to be detrimental for him based on him threatening/ranting at the computers in the first episode, and Alice is already trying to intervene on his behalf. Simply put, she is doing a pretty bad job of pretending not to care and staying out of it so far, and we’re only 3 episodes in.

With that in mind, I don’t even think Colin will be the primary reason she’ll get involved as the series goes on, and I actually think Sam is being set up to be the one to draw her into much of the conflict. She cares enough about Sam to find him a job when he’s having a rough time, based on their conversation in the bar, and she tells him not to care about the incidents precisely because she cares about him, and doesn’t want him to get sucked in and hurt by them. With Sam’s propensity for curiosity established and likely being set up to be one of his fatal flaws, Alice will probably get drawn into the conflict whether she likes it or not if/when Sam goes digging and actually stumbles on something dangerous later on. As a side note, I really do think Sam’s curiosity is being set up to be something big here, since he repeatedly wants to look into the Magnus Institute and says it’s a “blast from the past,” he wonders about how the code system works and how it could be improved, and he’s generally shown to ask a lot of questions about the OIAR, Gwen’s backstory, etc. He asks about things more often than I think he would if his questions were purely an expositional device for the audience and not actual characterization (I could make a post just about this, but I think other people have definitely already done that). Finally, our very first introduction to Alice as a character in TMAGP shows her trying and failing to be glib and uncaring about Teddy leaving, where she jokes with him casually before admitting, sincerely and somewhat hesitantly, “I’m gonna miss you.” If her failing to not care about something in the opening scene of the entire series isn’t going to turn out to be important, if not Jonny Sims style foreshadowing of some kind, I’ll eat my hat.

2. Apathy kind of sucks, actually (thematically and otherwise)

Alice being saved by her refusal to care, assuming she manages to maintain it, feels too much like an easy out for the kinds of stories TMA was trying to tell, and clashes with its sensibilities in my opinion. A lot of people fall into the trap of nihilistic apathy when thinking about the state of the world right now, and TMA even acknowledged this in the series with the Extinction beginning to emerge as a new entity/fear. Between worsening climate change, the gradual rise of bigotry and the increasing trend toward fascism in the western world (especially america, it sucks here), escalating international conflict, poverty and the worsening cost/standard of living, like the fact that a majority of people my age will probably never own a house and our college debt is going to eat us alive, etc., it feels like we’re all circling the drain and no one with the power to help is interested in doing anything other than making it worse to make themselves money. A lot of people think the only way to cope with that is to decide to not give a shit, which is a pretty natural response to being constantly confronted with worse and worse news every year that shows no sign of stopping. This has also naturally inspired a lot of doomerism and a rise in insincerity/irony poisoning and cynicism in popular culture that’s really hard to escape even if you avoid the news entirely.

However, the idea that not giving a shit about the problems in the world can somehow spare you from them is a) ludicrous, since they won’t go away if you decide to ignore them (a majority of the TMA statement givers didn’t previously know or care about the fears, and they got screwed over regardless), and b) definitely not supported by TMA’s cannon or themes. Surrendering to the idea of your own helplessness is precisely what TMA ends by specifically not doing. Jon sunk into a hopeless state of mind throughout S5, with the culmination of this process being his proposal to let the world end and allow the End to consume everything, including the rest of the fears. It wasn’t necessarily that Jon didn’t care or was apathetic, especially since one of his primary motivation was to avoid inflicting the fears on another universe, rather, he didn’t think anything could be done to stop the fears from destroying his world or whatever world they ended up in, which is the same deterministic mindset that Alice’s style of apathy stems from (“I can’t change or fix it, so I don’t care”). The other characters refusing this course of action and banishing the fears is what ultimately spares TMA’s universe from the sort of extinction it would’ve had if they’d accepted that it was hopeless and Jon had gone through with what he wanted. TMA ends with the central takeaway that you can’t give in to the idea you won’t be able to fix things because then you won’t try, and shows the characters subverting their helplessness and actually solving the problem of the fears by getting rid of it at the source (the ethics of sending the fears somewhere else are definitely debatable, but that’s a totally different post). The idea that Alice could be saved from the consequences of the problems in TMAGP’s world by choosing not to care flies in the face of the conclusion to the previous series. Alice’s refusal to care won’t save her from whatever TMAGP has in store, and judging by the events of TMA, fatalism and apathy might even seal her fate. 

Some of these points of evidence might be a little bit basic “water is wet” types of statements and I probably could’ve explained this in half the time, but I really do think that Alice’s apathy isn’t going to turn out to be very useful to her and I wanted to include everything I could think of that led me to believe that.

TLDR, Alice is just as screwed as the rest of the cast, if not more so, and her attitude is not going to get her out of it.

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[everydayyoulovemeless]

Hi👋 love your work, it always make me smile every time you post

Can you do one about a ghost seeker who is still alive and in control of mind and body, just trapped in the suit, and how the different companions +dead money companions react to them?

FNV Companions (+Christine, Dean, and God/Dog) Reacting to a Ghost Seeker Who's Still Sentient

➼ Word Count » 0.9k ➼ Warnings » None ➼ Genre » Platonic

Boone almost shoots you on sight and probably would've if it weren't for how oddly you seemed to be acting. He'll set his gun down slowly, brows furrowed in confusion as you walk toward him like any other person would instead of the scrambled way the other ghost people moved. He doesn't really understand what you are, but when he learns you're not hostile, he'll leave you be. He's not too keen on letting you travel with him though, not entirely trusting that you won't snap at some point and turn on him, but he'll refrain from killing you. Just... keep your distance... if Boone's at the Madre, he's going to be paranoid and there's a high chance he'll accidentally shoot at you.

Arcade finds himself being amazed by your existence to the point where he may even grab your shoulders and peer at you in curiosity. He sees you as a sort of time capsule and, if you could communicate, would love to ask you all sorts of questions about life before the war, or even your positions on the political environment in the Mojave. If you want to stick with him for a bit, he'd quickly decide to try and find a cure for your condition. Maybe get you out of that suit? Cure the radiation? He's aware that it's wishful thinking, and he doesn't mind how you are now, but if he can make it even slightly more comfortable for you, he'd jump at the chance.

Most of the other ghost people thought Raul was either dead or one of them, so he wasn't all that concerned when you approached him. He's pleasantly surprised that there's anyone still conscious after all those years stuck in the Madre. Either way, he's mainly just happy he's finally found someone he can relate to. Look at you! Two pre-war mutations! He'll punch your shoulder light-heartedly, throw a few jokes your way, and follow you around as if you'd known each other for years. He's honestly just happy he's found someone who doesn't want him dead.

Lily thinks you're one of the cutest and most interesting things she's seen in a while - maybe even her entire life. You being a ghost seeker doesn't bother her any, in fact, she thinks the whole hazmat suit is quite nice looking. You don't see many of those lying around anymore, or anyone wearing them, for that matter. You're special, and she'll tell you that over and over until you start to believe it. She'll hold her hand out for you and guide you out of that awful place. You deserve to live somewhere nicer and, although it's a walk, she's certain Jacobstown will welcome you with open arms.

You'd be lucky if you were able to approach Cass and not have her immediately trying to gun you down. She can get a little trigger-happy, especially if she's at the Madre. However, if you did manage to get close to her and convince her to put the rifle down, you'll find that she still isn't all that fond of you. She doesn't care who you are or what you've been through, she wants you gone. You'll only attract more of the ghost people and she doesn't have enough bullets for all of you.

Veronica is slightly wary of you at first, but will quickly warm up to you with time. You'll have to forgive her, she's not used to having something like you not be hostile toward her. Once she does finally get used to your company, she'll be her regular chatty and curious self. She finds your condition strange and will dig as much information as she can out of you. You're definitely a wonder and, if she were certain it wouldn't get you killed, she'd show you off to everyone else at Hidden Valley. But, alas, the two of you will have to make do with what you have for the time being.

Christine feels a strange sort of connection to you. You've both been victims of awful experimentations, and her knowledge from spending so much time in Big MT has made it so she's aware of exactly what you are. She'll do her best to communicate what she knows to you, feeling that you should be cognizant of why you're stuck in the hazmat suit rather than ignorant. She'll stick by your side for as long as you do hers. You need each other, and she wouldn't let anything happen to you while you're both stuck in the Villa.

Dean will exploit you the moment he can get ahold of you. You're going to be the ace in any scheme he cooks up. The other ghost people don't bother you any, meaning you're his ideal for cracking the code to the vault within the casino. He's not letting you go anytime soon, at least not until he can get his hands on those gold bars. Whether he has to threaten you, pay you off, or restrain you completely; you're going to get him inside those gates.

Dog doesn't quite understand the concept very well and will try to eat you continuously. He'll squint in recognition whenever you talk or move, as he's aware only a sentient person is capable of that, but his gluttonous side can't help but attack you anyway.

God may be a violent and wrathful being, but there's something about you that makes him feel soft. He sees the two of you as being a lot alike; both monsters chained to this place of unrest. He feels sorry for you. He wouldn't harm you in any way, taking on a sort of brotherly attitude towards you, especially when it comes to your safety and well-being. You're about the only person who doesn't make him want to shoot himself, and when he locks himself away, you're about the only person he wouldn't mind having to sit there and talk to him through the bars.

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[eternalsams]

To help your boredom I was thinking a family headcanon with my favorite 4 boys from top gun maverick Jake, Bradley, Bob (if you want) and Mickey on like what having a family would be like with them

Feel free to ignore this

Love ya

Okay, this is cute but I think I'll need to change some things a bit if you let me. It's still with the boys and the family plot but... rearranged. Hope you enjoy!

TW: mentions of divorced parents (wrongly called "broken family"), mentions of unprotected sex

Jake "Hangman" Seresin

when you told him your parents wanted to meet him, he'd been surprised. he wasn't really the type of guy you want your parents to meet, but you've been dating for a couple of months and he could feel himself start to deeply fall in love

when he first met them, he could practically feel his heart beating it's way out of his chest. he was so nervous.

your parents noticed how uncomfortable he was at first and tried to make him at ease, even though your dad wanted to joke around and told him he'd get the shotgun out if he ever hurt you. he didn't joke around.

your parents really liked Jake and often called whenever they knew you and Jake were off work

with you, Jake learned what in-laws should really be and he couldn't wait to pass a ring on your finger to officially call them his in-law family

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

before dating you, Bradley met some of his girlfriends' parents but he never found what he thought he needed, a big new family

the holidays came after you just celebrated the three months of your relationship, this was still very new. you still needed to discover a lot about each other, and the three little words had been uttered only a couple of weeks ago.

when he told you he wanted to spend the holidays with you and your family, you were more than surprised. never a guy you dated asked to meet your parents asap. but he was the most surprised when you told him about your broken family.

divorced parents and an absent father was not the family Bradley expected. you spoke so highly of your family all the time, he thought you had loving parents with 3 siblings, minimum. but you were an only child raised by a divorced mother.

when he met your mom, she immediately reminded him of his own. and he realized at that moment how similar you two were. both longing for an absent father and getting unconditional love from an amazing mother.

and when you both came back to your place after your little trip, and he saw how much you already missed the warmth of your mom that Bradley promised himself to give you your own family, with a loving husband and father

Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia

Mickey came from a big family, you already knew that, he told you. what he didn't tell you was that he had many nephews and nieces.

the first time you joined his family for the holidays, you had to arrive early to get some rest, so you only saw his parents. but the next day...

his older sister arrived first, greeting you with a hug like an old friend from college and introduced you to her husband. and then you heard them, two little girls screaming "Uncle Mick" and jumping on your boyfriend. that was cute.

not even 20 minutes later, his brother passed the door with his fiancée and their three kids, all three of them running to greet their 'favorite' uncle. now that made 5 of them.

when you thought it was over, the door opened once again and two more kids came in running and greeting everyone, their parents, Mickey's cousins, coming in just next. now that made 7.

when you counted 10 of them, you went to Mickey and grabbed his arm, pulling him aside and asked him if there were more kids to come. he laughed and grabbed you by the hips. "would you like to see more of them?"

you and him had been dating for a bit more than 7 months and even though you already talked about marriage, kids weren't on the table yet. so when he asked you that, you were a bit surprised, but pleasantly so. "not so soon, Romeo" you patted his chest with a chuckle.

but as you went back with everyone, Mickey couldn't help but stare at you, trying to imagine how lovely you'd be with a round belly or a small child in your arms

Robert "Bob" Floyd

the day Bob asked about funding a family with you for the first time, you were cuddling on the couch, watching some rom-com. you'd been engaged for two months at the moment and it just felt right to start talking about it.

he had so many good memories from his childhood with his family that he wanted to create some more with a family he'd share with you

through the whole conversation, he'd rub your stomach, eager to see it grow with his child. so you started trying, forgetting the condom box under your bed.

his friends would tease him, calling both of you rabbits. but none of those mocking were meant to be insulting, you all knew that.

you started planning how to decorate the baby's room and what kind of toys and plushies you'd get for them.

he'd hold you tight in his arms whenever you'd get a negative on a test and you couldn't wait to see the smile stretch his lips when he'd read 'positive' on the stick.

you knew he'd make an amazing father, and he knew you'd be the perfect mother for his kids.

#jake seresin #top gun #hangman #top gun maverick #glen powell #Bradley Bradshaw #rooster #miles teller #mickey garcia #fanboy #Danny ramirez #Robert floyd #bob #Lewis pullman #eternalsams #eternalsams asks

[2n2n]

ch 109

we're going to have good funny times.....

thinking about popping everyone open like pezz dispenser (: maybe Tsukasa was just going to sleep in the big cage in assumption that he'd be brought out to the clockkeepers.... here he is, right where he wants to be!!

ugh its like a dream come true every other panel still... between them...!!! mirroring twins...!!! MOuuuuuu....!!

ugh shes so ... small ... n

the girls look at each other curiously......!

I'm very surprised the official documentation is using his real living name. He's almost always only No. 7 or Hanako in the professional sphere and I had the impression his 'real' name just wasn't relevant in this way to anyone, anymore ... even if they knew it. It's not as if this is a government affair, get out his ID... Amane himself looks kind of weirded out to hear it.

not so business title anymore....

of course, Akane already knows his identity (+the existence of a brother, named Tsukasa-- not that he'd know from this encounter that 'Tsukasa' is still around in the school or why) after the Severance, as Nene-chan had informed him of all of that:

♥

so pleasantly introducing himself. Amused you don't know him. I think Tsukasa enjoys his own ambiguity. But I like that, being given 'Tsukasa', Akane can fill in the rest. Right, the twin brother...

aida-sensei really enjoys drawing Tsukasa's pupils as different as can be lately, it is very moe....

meanwhile.... mr. bitch....

foosy foosy fussy hussy... it's too funny his response is to be like.. I DIDD'N DO ANYTHING...! huff...! wasting my precious valuable time, annoying....

thank you Akane for not trusting EITHER Nene-chan nor Tsukasa's possible testimony on Amane.... ♥

Amane getting his karma at last for being a gnasty fuck, GOD BLESS!!! you deserve this so much .... this arc is about Amane getting everything he's had coming to him.... wwwww I'm sorry, you didn't want your otouto to hear you talk like that? Hmmm... but you talk like that in front of Nene-chan all the time! So unfair, your brother should get to know all sides of you, too!

is it worsened x1000 that he has some history of clock tampering Tsukasa just earlier verbally remembered to him...?. it's a bad look Amane.... Tsukasa's innocent staring eyes, he's listening, he's adding this informations to his memory bank... forever and eternally ever... can't take this back.... become pervert brother... brother who wants to do erotic stuff.... Amane, you want to do erotic stuff? Ne? Amane? Amane, do you? What kind of stuff Amane ? Amane would do erotic stuff if time was frozen? Amane wants to have time powers for that? Hmm.. hm. hm. Informations processed into the Tsutsu

god amazing panel love it.... Nene-chan already knows, so the devastation is truly from Tsutsu hearing and commenting, isn't it?

I feel like Amane doesn't think about what he says ........ he gets so capricious and thoughtless .... there are consequences, Amane....

I was joking the other day with my husband, that... Amane's problem, is that neither Nene-chan nor Tsukasa have the 'full picture'. Nene-chan knows he is a pervert (as the one sexually harassed by him so often...), but doesn't really understand the depth of his mental problems, how dangerous he can be. Meanwhile, Tsukasa grasps the depth of Amane's mental problems and how dangerous he is, but has no experience with the pervert. So unfair!!

Truly, Amane will only find peace when all of his girls understand all of his heart.

I'm glad for both Amane getting to experience learning of this plan and I am glad for Tsukasa getting to once again observe Amane having interesting emotions. Another one for the bucket as well in my ongoing crusade to assert to people Tsukasa really is not jealous, he's just interested/curious in Amane's emotions. You wanna kiss? You wanna do erotic stuff? You like when she says that? I take in tha data.

he's a good and honest boy! he tells the truth! maybe when Amane wishes he wouldn't sometimes!

definitely my favorite page of the update, and my favorite addition to the canon.... ahhh!

I love how well this expresses the discrepancy in their characters, their thinking.... Amane, attempting to utilize the powers that exist, to modify the clock, to take control of something established... while Tsukasa wonders what would come of utterly destroying it.

I love Tsukasa having such a thought during his life, seeing Amane toil... it makes me wonder if he even knew of the mysteries then, or not; could he know of the implications of destroying it, or was it a simpler kind of fantasy? Tsukasa... has a side of him that is protective of others, defensive even.... when Mokke go after Amane in twitter doodles, Tsukasa tends to come to punish them. Seeing the clock torment Amane, I wonder if it made him resentful of it for disappointing Amane, for evading him, wasting his time... the clock certainly deserves to suffer for failing to amuse Amane, or help him, in his life. I hope it is serene and refreshing to at last get to disintegrate it. Tsukasa having fantasized about it for some time, makes how he revels in it and his particular mood during its destruction so cute ~~ must feel nice to spin its gears around his fingers and dance around on its corpse~~ la la la ~

so many reasons to be so pleased~~

kind of super relieved in Kako is just some sort of, automaton thang . construct. I'm interested in how Natsuhiko referred to the big clock as a kaii itself, so ... I wonder what No. 1 really 'is' at all?

I wonder what the inside of Mirai is like~

and I wonder what Amane and Teru are going to do about all of this! I'm glad Tsukasa has simplified the altercation. I kind of hope Kako himself is just out of the picture.. we could thin this cast out a little bit.

It's a very action-heavy chapter so I don't have much of depth to offer hehe, it gets like this some times... I'm glad we'll be having a bonus After-School Boy to munch on in just a couple weeks (the 28th?) >w<

#avvy's JSHK

[anonymityisfunwriter]

Two Sides of The Same Coin - Chapter 6: "It's Nice To Have A Friend"

"Something gave you the nerve to touch my hand, it's nice to have a friend..."

Pairing: Sunshine!Reader x Grumpy!Bucky Barnes

“You read her file,” Sam states, seeing the solemn, downright depressed look on Tony’s face when you two return to the compound the next day.

He left you sitting on the couch just outside the conference room while both men watch you from the other side of the glass. 

“I did,” Tony confirms, still looking at you with sadness and indignation for you.

“Don’t look at her like that,” Sam hisses under his breath.

“Like what?”

“Like you read her file. You’re gonna upset her.”

“I'm going to upset her? She upset me. Do you know how hard it is to make me sad?”

“Yes, it’s sad,” Sam concedes, turning himself and Tony away from the window before you can make out anymore of their conversation. “Yes, she went through a lot, but she’s happy now. She likes living with me. We have a lot of fun together.”

“She can’t read?” Tony asks, wincing at his many sarcastic remarks he made the day before. 

Sam sighs. “She's learning. She's picking it up pretty quickly too.”

“I made at least two sarcastic comments about her not being able to read caution labels yesterday. I feel like a jackass,” he admits.

“You are a jackass,” Sam confirms. “But we knew that before you made those comments.”

“Alright, momentary sadness over. Thanks, Wilson,” he jokes halfheartedly. “Did they really-?

“What?”

“Perform exorcisms- like actually perform them on her? That can’t really be a thing in this day and age, can it?”

Sam’s mouth pulls in, he tries not to think about it. Think about the things that happened to you. He learned your triggers very quickly, but it was not something you ever really talked about outside of therapy. “Yes,” he whispers solemnly. “Amongst other things.”

You sigh loudly, sitting alone while Sam talks to Tony. Though you couldn’t hear them, you had a pretty good idea of what they were talking about. You could tell from the way Tony was looking at you when you first walked in.

Though you're lost in though, you immediately notice Bucky walks into the living area. He's definitely pleasantly surprised to see you sitting there all alone. “Doll? What are you doing here?”

“Sam wanted to introduce me to more people,” you explain as he comes to take a seat next to you. Without even thinking about it, you shift closer to him, leaning your head against his shoulder. He lets out a sigh as you come to rest your head, so quiet that you don't even really hear the comfort in the exhale. 

“Well don’t look so excited about it,” Bucky sarcastically mutters, resting his arm on the back of the couch. 

A smile tugs at your lips. “It must be exciting, being here all the time,” you remark, subtly redirecting the conversation.

“Eh, it has its ups and downs. Not a lot of privacy- at least you and Sam only have to share with each other.”

“That’s true,” you nod. “I met Steve, by the way. And apparently he doesn’t like it when people touch his shield.”

“You didn’t,” Bucky laughs. You smile up at him, always feeling particularly proud when you can coax a hearty, loud laugh from Bucky.

“It bent so easily,” you continue. “I told you so.”

“I don’t doubt it. That’s why I told you to leave my arm alone.”

“And I did!” you laugh, already feeling more at ease with as you continue conversing with Bucky.

-

“So you two were looking pretty cozy,” Steve comments, having seen the two of you laugh and endlessly chatter as he, Tony, and Sam all discussed the logistics of getting you slowly integrated into the team.

Bucky scoffs, throwing another unsuccessful right hook. “Say what you have to say, Steve.”

“Nothing,” Steve insists, the two of them circling the boxing ring in the training room. “How long have you known her?” 

“A few months now. We’ve gone on a few missions together. Why?” Bucky grunts, dodging another one of Steve’s punches. 

“Nothing, really. Just wanted to know if she's the reason you’ve been in such a good mood the last few months.”

“I haven’t been in a good mood,” Bucky replies, leaving his side open for Steve to sneak a punch in.

It's not just today that Steve's noticed something going on with Bucky, the super soldier seemed happier, more distracted, content to focus on things other than their next mission. And now that Steve had seen Bucky interact with you, it wasn't hard to put the pieces together. Steve continues circling the ring, taunting, “Come to think about it, you’ve been oddly eager for your missions with Sam. Always coming back smiling to yourself, smelling oddly floral, I thought you were seeing someone to be honest.”

Bucky shrugs, getting especially frustrated with Steve’s particular line of questioning. “She doesn’t really get personal space. I don’t have the heart to say anything.”

Steve eyes him with a knowing look on his face, successfully swiping at Bucky's ribs again. “And I’m sure if it bothered you that much, you’d say something.”

“I never said it bothered me, but that’s why I smell like flowers all the time.”

“Interesting," Steve smirks. "How many missions was that with Sam?”

“Does it matter?” Bucky counters, grunting as Steve sneaks jabs his side again. 

“No, I could just go look myself. I’d rather hear it from you.”

“A few a week.”

“A few a week for the last few months seems like more than a few missions. Actually, you’ve been gone a lot lately, even on days you don’t have missions,” Steve smugly points out. 

“You’re reading too much into it, Steve. I’m just doing my job.”

“Such a hard job,” Steve smirks, sweeping Bucky’s leg, sending the man down onto the mat. “Hanging out with a beautiful woman every single day. Letting her hang all over you. Flirting with each other.”

“You’re insane,” Bucky rasps, taking Steve’s extended hand to stand up. "And we're just friends."

"Sure you are, 'just friends'."

"Friends," Bucky repeats more sternly, stepping out of the ring. "That's all."

“What does Sam think about all of this?” Steve asks as he unwraps his hand and Bucky takes off the glove on his metal hand, the one that kept him from inflicting unfair damage during these little training matches. 

Bucky takes a large swig of water, rolling his eyes at Steve. “Don’t know and I don’t care. Sam’s the one that put us together in the first place.”

“Very defensive for a man that doesn’t care.”

“Alright, I’m done with this conversation,” Bucky nods, standing up and walking out of the training room.

"I'm glad someone's finally making you happy!" Steve teasingly calls as Bucky walks further away from him. 

"Just friends!" Bucky calls over his shoulder. 

"Yeah, okay," Steve sarcastically scoffs to himself.

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[crash-bump-bring-the-whump]

Day 4 - Hiding an Injury

Hmmm this one was a toss-up, but I'm happy with this!

Oops forgot my pings! @ailesswhumptober and @whumperofworlds

TWs: burns, blood, torn skin, overworking

Mariano wasn't entirely sure that he hadn't died on the way to work that morning. He just couldn't be positive, because it felt like he'd been pulled into hell. There had been another nightmare, another case of his magic sparking during the night.

Bastian had helped him get his stomach bandaged this time so he was at least rested, but that didn't change the fact that he still had a twelve hour shift to get through. No one else could fill in to close, so he just decided to suck it up. It didn't make it more fun, though, especially since he didn't want any of the teenagers to realize he'd been injured. They had enough to worry about without him adding to it.

The kids were more than happy to do the reaching and bendingsince they got to tease him about getting old. Abby was sincerely excited to learn how to clean the ice maker, too. She happily hopped up onto the stepladder, scraping at the ice buildup like it had personally wronged her.

Really, Mariano was feeling decent until Abby went on lunch.

A small rush filed in, with impatient business people lining up to try the new seasonal drink. Jason had thought that a gingerbread mocha would be popular as winter started to roll in, and he'd proved right. People were seeing the little sign they'd made and deciding to give it a shot--and others were hearing the pleasantly surprised reactions when the people ahead of them tried it.

Mariano had already gone through the first gingerbread crumb container and the backup crumb container. He felt a weight settle into his stomach as he scooped up the last bits inside for the latest mocha. "I'll be right back," He said apologetically as the next person stepped up and ordered the umpteenth gingerbread mocha of the hour. "Just getting more from the back."

His side throbbed as he walked to the storeroom and reached up above his head. Mariano swallowed down a whine as a chill shot through his gut. Abby was right there at the tiny table with only one earbud in. She needed to finish taking her break in peace.

"Need any help, gramps?" She called casually, seeming to realize what he was doing. "Don't throw out your back."

He laughed, managing to keep his voice from sounding too strained as the bandages rubbed against the raw skin of his burn. "No, no, you're on break. I just need more gingerbread." The crumb was almost in reach as he started inching the package forward with his fingertips. He needed to have another talk with them about not putting heavy things up so high.

"Good god, they're like sharks for that stuff." She snorted. He didn't hear her getting up. "Weird holiday sharks. They don't want blood, they want cinnamon and ginger."

"Maybe we need to tell Jason to have worse ideas in pre-calculus--" Mariano's flat joke was cut off by two things happening at once. He felt warmth start to drip down his stomach, blooming into the bandage as the burn tore open, and he felt his hold on the box slip.

He cursed as the box's weight dropped onto his face and sent the world exploding into stars and the smell of blood. He staggered as the thunk of the box hitting the floor filled the tiny area and made Abby yelp in surprise.

As Mariano brought his hand up to cup his nose, he felt his shoulder hit the wall. Abby's shoes squeaked around the corner, and he heard her gasp. "Oh--shit." She hurried closer. "Oh that's--that's a lot of blood."

Mariano blinked hard, shaking his head. "It's--it's alright. It's okay. Noses bleed a lot." He sounded like he had the worst cold of his life.

"No--Mariano, your stomach is like, gushing blood." The tremble in Abby's voice made him look down. As she'd said, blood was spreading along the lower half of his sweater, right over where he'd burned himself the night before.

"...Ah." He said, settling into a familiar calm. "Abby, I'm sorry. Could you get the first aid kit from the bathroom and bring it to the office? I can handle this, it looks much worse than it is."

"What's going on?" She demanded, not moving just yet. She was getting louder, and sounding more nervous. "What's happening? Do I need to call emergency services?"

"I have a burn on my stomach, and I think I just stretched the skin too far." Mariano said, meeting her eye and keeping his voice level. "It's not an emergency. I've dealt with this before. Take a deep breath."

Abby nodded, taking a deep breath in and holding it. She let it go after a few seconds, seeming calmer when Mariano nodded again, encouragingly at her. "Okay. First aid kit, office, then I'll go finish up the rush." She darted towards the door before he could stop her. "And you can't tell me no! I'll just finish my break later!"

Mariano couldn't help feeling warm about her being so insistent. He took a seat in the peeling computer chair, promised Abby that she could have whatever pastry she wanted in exchange for the first aid kit when she came back with it, and took a deep breath. Abby had the customers handled, and as he peeled his bloody sweater from his stomach, he knew he had himself handled.

#ailesswhumptober2023 #ailesswhumptoberday4 #Day 4 #hidden injury #Burns #Blood #Overworking #Making an injury worse #mage of violence #Modern au #One day I'll tag my aus properly #One day

[writing-funsies]

OP characters as besties p.3

p.1 | p.2 | p.3 | p.4 | p.5

characters: Franky, Brook, Robin

warnings: none

notes: all platonic hc's

Franky

will adopt you

no questions asked

won't even tell you about it

he just does it

1. because he thought it'd be funny

and 2. because he genuinely considers you to be a part of his family now

loves to tinker with you

you two act as soundboards for each other to bounce ideas off of

which leads to the weirdest possible inventions

he totally cries over your achievements

he's just so proud

and you're so super

and come on, it's manly to be so open with your emotions

or he's just having a slight malfunction

either way, we support a supportive bestie

the intrusive thoughts always win

if you propose something

from inventions to weird food combos or random unnecessary upgrades

he will 1000% make it happen

it might take a while

but the results are worth it

and those results will most likely earn both of you a harsh lecture from Nami

another duo that shares approximately 1 brain cell

which Franky hogs to create his projects

otherwise, it's on vacation

no filters

you two say the wildest things to each other

it's like you've made a whole new language

the whole crew could be lounging on the deck

enjoying some nice summer weather

and you look at the cyborg and say

ham and cheese with tomato on cherry wood

and it's like a lightbulb appears over his head

he races to his workshop to add to his latest project

meanwhile, everyone else is staring at you like you've grown an extra head

9/10

a SUPER bestie

but won't hesitate to fire you out of a canon for funsies

Brook

asks to see your panties

or asks you to steal Nami's panties

you are besties, aren't you?

isn't that the type of thing best friends do for each other?

whole conversations that consist of only skeleton jokes

plays you music all the time

will teach you any instrument you want to learn

wakes you up by playing music that you detest for no reason

dead jokes

tea parties with him and Robin

staring contest that you're not quite sure why you agreed to

but it's too late and mama ain't raise no quitter

will scare you with his soul powers

will pretend to be asleep if you're mad at him so he doesn't have to listen to you fuss at him

though that backfires pretty quick

because you just chew him out anyway

and then you chew him out again when he 'wakes' up

if you like to sing

he'll happily sing with you

though if you prefer to play an instrument

he'll play a duet with you

if you're not a musically inclined person

he'll take care of the music for you

supporting him by buying some of his TD's and merch 

deep talks that begin and end at random

catching him up with the fifty years of history that he lost

him teaching you about things from when he was alive

and telling you stories of the past

the dichotomy of the past and future combined in the present

8/10

wonderful all around

but just as pervy as the cook

Robin

tea parties with her and Brook

and lounging with her and Nami

her telling you about the history of the world

about her mission in life

you two just casually watching the others freak out over nothing

keeping cool during battles

kicking ass

and taking names

having discussions that always devolve into the darkest parts of your minds

which scares the more...impressionable members of the crew (Chopper, Usopp, Franky, and sometimes Nami)

lowkey adding even more chaos to everyone's shenanigans

her being pleasantly surprised when you reveal some of your quirks

regardless of if said quirks are just personal habits or new fighting techniques

she trusts you wholeheartedly

and you trust her just as much

you two help keep each other grounded

and have open discussions about your pasts

*working through your trauma together*

she encourages you to be more open and be the person you truly want to be

and you give her another reason to want to live

9/10

the voice of reason

but will voice the absolute worst-case scenarios at the worst times

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[bathboysblog]

skitty, skitty I got a quickie for you!

1: if you had the chance to meet any of the welcome home chararters who would you want to meet.

2: what would you say to them?

3: and have you ever heard about... charlie the cursed phone guy before?

oh jeez, thats a hard one. i think Clown did a really good job with mimicking that warm and cozy feeling of old children's shows (Mister Rogers especially comes to mind). there seems to be a character for everyone to enjoy.

for me personally? its a mix between Barnaby, Sally and Poppy.

i havent listened to all the audios from the update on the website yet (wah! adhd, have at thee!), but from the snippets i have heard, i just adore their personalities.

for one, Sally is so excessive in the way that she speaks, i love her drama kid character (i had always assumed she was a fire cracker chaos maker, but i was pleasantly surprised with this new perspective. hell, i like it even more than the fandom perceived one!). shes the one ive found my attention being drawn to the most on the site. her voice is bold and confident, full of emotion, and i bet shed have some real good stories to tell. sadly, she wouldnt be able to get me out of my hiding spot from behind the curtain. but hey, painting stage props would be fun! maybe i can even learn some sewing while im up there.

Poppy just seems so domestic, im melting. all of her hobbies are calm and relaxing, which is a stark contrast to miss 'camera, lights, action!' above. she seems like the type of person where you can bond over comfortable silence and never have it be awkward. i would either crack my tooth or shred the roof of my mouth on her seed muffins though, so cant really add baker to the list lol. i myself have always wanted to learn how to sew, and i think she would be the perfect kind of mentor for something like that. someone whos very patient and understanding is admirable to me (even if it makes her somewhat of a pushover).

but, ultimately, my choice goes to Barnaby. im ass when it comes with social cues, and from the audios, so is Wally lol. but, using the little blue man as an example, Barnaby takes Wally's ignorance with endearment. Wally didnt feel out of place in the 'Hotdogs' audio, despite clearly being lost in the conversation. its comforting to know that youll always have a friend that welcomes and accepts you, no matter what the situation will bring. Barnaby's jokes never felt like they were trying to break tense atmospheres, they seemed natural and ordinary. the puns would make me cringe inside, but honestly, what else is the point to having friends? i could easily see myself in Wallys position in the audio, so of course my pick would be his best friend.

overall, like i said before, Welcome Home does a damn near perfect execution of its title. no matter who youre around, youll never feel out of place. i think the audios made that concept much more real than the text descriptions did.

and sadly, no, i have not heard Charlie before. but he scares me.

#mail for Soggy? thank you! #asks #Welcome Home #not used to personal talk like this #this was a very sweet thing to ask #yes i know its a horror series but. #i do not see. #i am not looking. #comfort series and ill cry if anything happens to the blorgos

[watatsumiis]

hi general, passing by to send you some kisses /p

im handing you blankets (if the weather is cold where you are) and your favourite drink <3

might I ask you to tell us about any random hc you have about ayato? (for example, that he has lots of moles or that he has calloused hands because of how much paperwork he does) If not it's completely ok!

Hiya Lucas! It's great to see you in my inbox !! thank you for the blankets and drink, feeling very cozy right about now :> !!!!

This has been sitting in my inbox for a hot minute because I just haven't had much motivation to write, so sorry about that!

But Ayato headcanons, hooh, I certainly have a few!!!! I'll toss them below the cut :3

He's ambidextrous - with both writing and weaponry. He can seamlessly switch and tends to just use whichever hand is convenient (though he favours his right when he's doing calligraphy so he wont accidentally smudge the ink).

He tends to hyperfocus on things (especially work-related things) and will often forget to look after himself entirely, only realising that he has been sitting hunched over his desk for hours on end when Thoma tells him.

Speaking of, I really love the idea of Thoma and Ayato having a QPP-type relationship, they're really casual behind closed doors and just act like best friends when others aren't watching.

Ayato is really good with kids, though he isn't particularly fond of them (as in he won't go out of his way to interact with them). He got a lot of experience growing up with Ayaka and always knows how to deescalate situations or play along with silly little games and the like.

He shares a study with Ayaka, so they can keep each other company! They have two big desks in one room, though Ayaka tends to be out and about more often than not.

He gets really irritated if anyone moves anything on his desk - he's always able to tell right away, even if everything has been put back in its rightful place. His desk is often a horrifically chaotic mess, but he has a system in place and archons help the poor new hire who tries to neaten it up a little.

Terrified of insects. Gets super grossed out and may actually shriek if he comes face-to-face with a creepy crawly unexpectedly. Thoma is also afraid of them, leaving Ayaka or another housekeeper to have to scoop them up to take outside.

Had a bit of a rebellious phase growing up, though after his parents passed he matured quickly, though sometimes his defiant streak may shine through, especially when dealing with uppity nobles.

Can and will bitch and moan endlessly about all the stuck up idiots he has to deal with on a day-to-day basis. Ayaka and Thoma often get an earful of this - sometimes his gripes become super petty and specific (for instance, he hates the way that the Guuji Yae smacks her lips when she eats).

Speaking of bad noises, he totally has misophonia - he's extraordinarily good at masking his negative responses to things (especially around others) but certain noises just trigger the rage response - Thoma and Ayaka have learned to keep an eye out for that slight twitch in his eye and the tense way he holds himself when he's close to snapping - not that he'd ever do anything outright rude or bad, but he may try something a little underhanded or not ideal for the current situation just to get out of it.

Ayato is a bit of a pessimist too, he calls it 'realism' and cites the fact that it's good that he's always "either correct or pleasantly surprised" as an excuse to continue being vaguely negative about things.

He twirls his hair a lot - I like to imagine his hair as being longer than in canon (more like how people theorised it when he was first revealed) and so often he'll just absently fidget with it.

He's awful when it comes to music. He cant carry a tune or hold a rhythm to save his life. If he's heard a song enough, he may be able to sing it presentably well, but ... not amazingly.

He likes to play silly little practical jokes on people when he gets the opportunity. I'm imagining this scene from mlp when it's in a situation where he needs to be polite and well put together, but there's definitely been times when he's had a bit of extra time on his hands and pulled together a pretty crazy and elaborate scheme (such as making poor Thoma think the entire household had been replaced by yokai after he'd been out to purchase some things)

Oh also !! I like to think that Ayato and Kokomi would get along pretty well and have a lot to talk about. I think Ayaka would also get along really well with her, but there's just an unspoken bond between Ayato and Kokomi as heirs to large important families who were burdened with their duties at too young of an age. They often correspond through letters and the like.

His expensive taste is not optional. He will literally break out in a rash if he has to use cheap soap or crappy sheets.

Does NOT know how to deal with animals at all. Has been chased around by the estate's chickens multiple times (mostly because Thoma babies them too much and they think every person is a friend)

Ayato's sense of personal space is really ... weird, too. With people he doesn't know well or doesn't care for, he stands several paces away (probably a little more than what's considered socially acceptable), but for his close friends and family, he's practically shoulder-to-shoulder with them.

Is super prone to misplacing or losing his things - others (read: thoma) usually have to keep track of important things for him or else they'll just disappear forever in his eight billion pockets.

Wears lots and lots of layers because he likes the comfort that the extra weight and pressure brings.

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#asks #i also very much agree with ayato having lots of moles n beauty spots !!!! #hes so <3 #ayato #ayato headcanons #kamisato ayato #kamisato ayato headcanons #ayato genshin #genshin ayato #tysm for the ask i love talking about yato. hes so silly #my writing #general howls

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Song of the Sea: Chapter 10: Note of Courage

Chapter warning: canon typical violence, dirty jokes Series warning: explicit smut, alien anatomy (it's a monsterfucker fic, guys), major character injury, grief, canon typical violence, autistic meltdowns, and my terrible attempts at Mando'a

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Echo was coaching Omega on using the bow she'd stolen from the slavers, using a target in the corner of the bar. They'd taken the last couple days for Hunter to decide if this was really the life they were going to proceed with, haunting the back booth in turns. 

Hunter had already taken the others' concerns into consideration, but tapped the table lightly to get Shiani's attention from the datapad Echo had given her. She'd been very doggedly distracting herself since the slaver mission with any and everything she could research. Tech answered her followup questions, the two of them having turned inseparable since the rancor incident. If Hunter hadn’t felt bad for Shiani after Tech’s rejection, he’d have found it charming. 

"Shiani? What do you make of Cid?"

She looked up, glancing at the trandoshan across the bar. "... selfish hearts." She finally said. "As long as we help her, though, she’ll help us. It protects her investment. Not love or loyalty though, just business." She finally shrugged. 

"You can tell that much?" He raised an eyebrow. 

"I can feel hearts.." She nodded. "Cid feels like the siren high council. Scared, desperate, and selfish."

Tech frowned from the scanner he was working on as she wordlessly handed him a small screwdriver. "That is not encouraging."

"Better than the Empire." She made a face. "They’ll definitely kill us. Cid only might."

He studied her profile as she went back to the datapad. He’d never asked much about her abilities, delighted instead that she listened to him ramble without interruption. He was beginning to regret he hadn’t learned as much as he taught with her, though now there were so many more pressing things at hand now. They’d been working on modifications around the ship together for the last couple days, trying to make sure it was undetectable by the Empire. He’d shown her how he’d scrambled the signal on Pantora, and was pleasantly surprised she suggested a few upgrades to the rear shields that he hadn’t previously considered. And she still made time for his siblings, currently memorizing the specs for Echo’s scomp link so she could repair it when need arose. She’d made the target Omega was shooting at, to Hunter’s specifications. She’d even tried wrestling with Wrecker, and surprised him with how strong she actually was. Those tentacles could pin even his arms to his sides. 

She wasn't just Tech's friend now. She was all the Batch's friend, and he was… bothered. Maybe not jealous, she certainly needed more friends and his squad was trustworthy, but there was something disappointing about no longer being the only one who made her eyes light up. It was the exact opposite of what he was logically sure was best for her. He wouldn’t act on it, for her best interest, but he couldn’t get it to go away no matter how hard he tried to squash it down.

I did not anticipate that I would feel this way. 

Shiani looked back at her datapad, handing him his soldering iron with her tentacle as she did. "Cid’s coming."

Sure enough, the trandoshan was headed over to them grumpily. "Hey. I got a job for you guys. Big credits."

"We're still not sure if we're in or not." Hunter said mildly. 

"Of course you're in. I just told you you're in. You space cowboys know what a command droid is, right?"

The men nodded. Shiani glanced at Echo as he approached, and he covered her confusion by explaining to Omega. "They directed battle droids during the war. The more they fought, the more they learned. And they were networked, so any remaining one contains the sum of all Separatist knowledge of how to fight the Republic. It would be invaluable to a resistance, or crush one in the hands of the Empire."

Cid nodded. "The only one I could track down is on Corellia. The Empire has melted the rest already, but my buyer is paying big credits for this one."

Hunter huffed. "And you won't tell us who."

"Bad for business, Bandana. And you." Cid snatched the bow from Omega and fired off three shots in rapid succession, hitting the target every time. "You're missing cause your noodle-arms shake. Build up your strength. Now practice time is over, get going."

With very little choice, the Batch headed out. Shiani put her arm around Omega. "Don’t you worry, Baby Mega. You’ll get stronger soon."

Omega nodded, determined fire in her brown eyes. They loaded into the Havoc Marauder and lifted off for Corellia, Hunter going over the mission specs on the bridge. Echo sat with him, and Wrecker was parked at the foot of the gunner's nest to talk to Omega. Shiani followed Tech to the cockpit and sat beside him with her datapad. 

Tech watched her from the corner of his peripheral. “Are you still studying Echo’s arm?”

She shook her head. “Looking at your old mission notes. Trying to understand how the Batch works together. Where I can be useful…” She knew she couldn’t replace Crosshair, and she didn’t want to try. Every time something came up that reminded them of the sniper, all of the men went silent and uncomfortable. She felt their loss under her skin, and the unique ways it affected them. Wrecker was hurting, missing his brother and open about it. Hunter was swallowed up by silent guilt as he tried to do what was best for everyone else and not dwell on the man he’d had to leave behind. Echo had a sort of tired resignation about him, as someone who’d gotten used to losing people he loved even if it never got any easier might. And then there was Tech, who internalized everything. He kept moving, no physical signs of his pain, but it lingered in the differences Shiani could feel in now and before they left Kamino. She kept thinking over his words the other night.

I do not want to lose you.

Was it because of the loss of Crosshair that he’d said it? Was that the reason he sat closer now, and let her touch him more? Or why he’d changed his mind about ‘limiting proximity’ between them? He’d seemed to want her in his sight at all times lately, asking her to join him working on his endless side projects or sit beside him in the cockpit. She wasn’t complaining, she loved this new closeness, but she didn’t know how to comfort Tech if he wouldn't admit he was hurting. 

“Why would you think you aren’t useful?” He frowned. “You rescued us when we were captured during the last mission.”

“Like Hunter said, I’m a civilian. Never been to war, or seen the galaxy before. I don’t want to be a liability… or get anyone hurt.”

Tech nodded. “Perhaps we could work on a few things that would be beneficial, as Echo is doing with Omega.”

Shiani chuckled. “My blaster shooting was bad on Salucemi.”

“You did not shoot yourself in the foot, so it was better than Hunter’s first time with a blaster.” He smiled faintly. “But additional practice would be beneficial. I will teach you.”

“You teach me everything.” Her tentacle wrapped around his ankle carefully, as if she were holding his hand. He didn’t say anything, but stretched his leg slightly towards her. It was approval, subtle but enough to make her smile. 

Squeeze squeeze squeeze. He felt her tentacle flex around his ankle three times, not hard enough to be anything more than noticeable. When he looked at her to ask, she was looking back at her datapad again, brow furrowed with intent. He decided not to disturb her, but glanced down at the purple limb suction cupped around his boot. 

He had to get his head on right for the mission. He had to focus… because they had to fill in the blank left by Crosshair and keep everyone else safe, alive, and together. He didn’t want to lose anyone else. The Empire had taken enough from them.

"Tech, take point." The Batch was outside a droid decommissioning facility, and the genius had already figured out a gap in the patrol rotation that gave them enough of a window to get inside. Shiani was tucked into the middle of the formation, listening to Hunter give orders and keeping her eyes on her best friend. Tech was doing what he did best, trying not to look as distracted as he felt, as he began guiding them inside. It wasn't a hard climb, despite Wrecker’s fear of heights. 

"What does the droid look like?" Shiani whispered when they reached the platform over a series of conveyor belts. "I see better in the dark than humans."

"It's got a round head and a mouth like a parrot." Wrecker tried to make her smile, ever friendly and sweet. She’d quickly picked up he was the most emotionally stable of the Batch, because he wasn’t trying to repress his feelings. She liked him, and hoped that trait rubbed off on Omega. 

She peered over the railing, tentacles latching on to the opposite side so she could lean out. "See it. But it’s already broken, Hunter."

"We only require the head." Tech caught the back of her pants as if she were in danger of tipping over, despite her anchoring. Echo and Hunter exchanged glances behind them. 

"We'll go down and get it. Wrecker, you're lookout. Omega, stay put." Hunter ordered. 

Omega looked ready to protest, but she wasn't given the opportunity. Shiani patted her head. "You’ll get your chance, Baby Mega. Wait." She whispered. Omega wanted to prove herself as useful much as the siren did, she knew it. But if she'd been a siren, she'd still be too young for her first hunt. It was their responsibility as adults to provide for and protect her, until she was ready. 

Omega wilted, and the others took off. Wrecker was grumbling as they reached the ladder for him to start climbing higher. "It's Crosshair’s job to be lookout."

"He's not here. Go." Hunter ordered, leading the rest towards the conveyors as the human wrecking ball made his unhappy ascent. Shiani felt a sharp burn in the energy around Tech at the sniper’s name, and lightly touched his arm with her shoulder. 

They were barely halfway there when Wrecker commed in. "Someone's heading for the droid from the other direction."

"I got it!" Omega peeped.

"No, stay put!" Hunter growled, but the girl was already on the move. "Dammit."

Shiani looked around for a vantage point to get a better view herself. “Echo, can I climb you?”

He tried not to snicker and nodded. She clambered up until she was standing on his shoulders, balancing with her extra limbs. The cyborg just held her ankles, not even surprised at this point. "What do you see?"

"Baby Mega got to the droid. So did another lady." She reported, the dim light catching her eyes in an eerie green tapetum lucidum. "Baby Mega has her bow, but her little arms are shaking again."

"If she misfires, the whole facility it's gonna know we're here." Hunter hissed.

Shiani nodded. "No avoiding that."

Tech typed at his handheld. "Once a security alert is triggered, all the exits will seal and police droids will be activated. The only way to open the doors will be a full system restart."

Hunter nodded. "I'll get Omega. Tech, you and Echo get ready to restart the system. Shiani, cover them."

They broke in opposite directions, Echo wrapping his good hand around one of Shiani’s ankles. She locked her knee and he tossed her like a cheerleader into the air, caught her in one arm, and set her down next to Tech. 

They got in place by the terminal, and sure enough the alarms started going off. Shiani posted herself behind Tech as he started trying to override it. He passed her one of his blasters. “I know we have not had an opportunity to practice, but just… point and shoot.” He instructed. Echo was helping Tech, working as fast as they could. "We are going to have to manually restart the power for the whole facility." Tech muttered.

"Yeah, and we're pinned down."

Shiani used a tentacle to hit her comm while still shooting. "Wrecker, you near power override?"

"What's it look like?"

"A big lever on the wall!" Echo yelled over his shoulder, loud enough his brother could hear. 

"Oh, yeah. I see it… it's really high and across an open hole in the platform..."

"Don’t be scared, Wrecker. Do it for your brothers." His little siren buddy coached between shots, voice as encouraging as she could get it.

"I hate heights, Shiani."

She glanced up. He was hesitating over an open gap, looking like he was about to panic. "Put in your earpiece and listen to me, Wrecker."

When she saw him adjust the audio input, she brought her comm closer to her mouth… and started singing.

None of them recognized the language, something long and haunting that floated over the din of blaster fire and machinery. Only Tech had experienced it once before, though this feeling was far different from her song on the ship. It struck a chord in every human present, like a dose of adrenals right to the nervous system. Confidence, bravery, and a vivacious determination surged through their blood. Echo wasn't so stressed he wanted to compact into beskar. Hunter's impending migraine let up. Tech's distraction eased… and Wrecker jumped. 

When he'd made it, despite an overshot that smacked his helmet into the post, he flipped the switch and dropped out of Shiani's sight. She quickly dropped the note and gave Tech a sheepish smile. "Sang too hard. Wrecker hit his head."

"That happens frequently." He blinked at her, finishing his calibrations as Hunter dragged Omega and the woman he'd been fighting with on the conveyor over. Shiani ducked down with them, a tentacle snapping up and hauling a second woman down next to her. 

"Who are you?" She demanded, baring her teeth and narrowing her eyes. 

"Rafa Martez. That's my sister, Trace. We're with the resistance." She looked entirely bamboozled and more than a little terrified. "What are you?"

"Your best chance at getting out of here." Shiani closed her mouth when she realized they weren’t a threat. Her head cocked back and she watched Hunter hand the droid head over to Tech, who started copying the data onto a drive with the idea to give both groups access. 

Trace nodded. "Fair enough. What we need is a diversion."

"No, what we need is a diversion." Rafa smirked. Shiani decided she liked them, smiling again. They teased each other, just like the Batch. Even in these circumstances.

"Is there an echo in here?" Trace groaned.

"Yes. I'm Echo." The cyborg waved. 

"Are you kidding me?" Rafa blinked.

"His name Echo, yes." Shiani nodded, looking over her shoulder. "... Tech? Plan?"

"Hold on, I have almost calibrated this droid to-" The command droid eyes lit up. "There. Now I can program it to order the B1s to target the police droids. That should give us cover to escape."

"Tech is a genius." Shiani smiled at the Martez twins, almost like she was bragging on him. "He’s my very best friend."

"I like you." Trace grinned right back, charmed. Rafa didn’t look entirely as convinced, but she had been the closer twin to Shaini’s fangs.  "Not so sure about the clones though."

Shiani shrugged and fired off another shot as Wrecker ran up to join them. "Package deal. I come with clones."

"If Tech would get off his ass, she would." Echo snickered to Hunter. 

"Can we just get out of this situation?" Tech hissed, finishing the droid program. The little bit of skin they could see behind his helmet was bright red, and Echo had to remind himself he was in the middle of a fight so the teasing would have to wait. The battle droids started getting up, providing an excellent cover for the group to run out. 

Halfway to the Martez twin's ship, the droid was blasted out of Tech’s hands and into scrap. "... I still have the data stick." He mumbled when Shiani looked at him with concern. 

They bailed into the escape shuttle and everyone collapsed on the floor. Omega was the first to recover, excitable and talking to the twins about her brothers and Shiani. 

"I don't get it. I thought all clones were working with the Empire." Rafa grumbled. 

"We made another choice." Hunter explained, looking at Omega. She smiled, plopping into his lap happily and hugging him. 

Shiani sat up, checking over the guys one by one. "Your head okay, Wrecker?"

"Yeah. I'm good. That singing helped… how'd you do that?" He hugged her tightly enough to make her laugh and her coils squish out of the gaps between his arms like molded dough. 

"That’s what siren’s do. We sing good things, and scream bad. I’m not very good at stealth missions."

Wrecker snickered. “Me either. I hate stealth missions.” When he sat Shiani back on her feet next to Tech, his brother was staring at him a little too hard. At least until Shiani settled back next to the genius clone to talk to Trace and Rafa again, and his attention went back to listening to her talk.

The Martez girls were at least kind enough to drop the group off by the Havoc Marauder. "Guess we'll have to report back that we didn't get the head…" Trace sighed.

“What were you going to do with it?” Shiani asked quietly. 

“Fight the Empire. That information could give a Rebellion a massive advantage.” She explained. 

Shiani twiddled her claws and looked from Echo to Hunter and back. “... I know I’m just a civilian, and you’re the officers.” She said softly. “But maybe… some things are more important than the mission?”

Hunter looked at the data stick in his hand. "It was a lot easier when we were soldiers…" He mused quietly. "Nothing mattered but the mission. Now, it's a whole new world. We've got to make our own decisions." He handed the drive over to Trace. "You'll make better use of it than Cid's buyer."

Shiani beamed. Echo just nodded, taking Omega by the hand and leading her into the Marauder after Wrecker. Tech waited on the ramp as they passed, then Hunter, until Shiani joined him and they all were accounted for.

Rafa smiled as she followed her twin back into their ship. "We're telling the captain about them, right?"

"Yep."

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