#starting with it is fine and makes sense but eventually you need to do damage you need spare the dying

[thegaysinmyhead]

DC X DP IDEA(?)

Guys why is literally no one jumping on a VERY OBVIOUS trope for ghosts??

FUSION?? LIKE STEVEN UNIVERSE STYLE??

Just–hear me out hear me out!

Ghost forms are just extensions of their core, so it makes sense they can be changed right?? Gems physical bodies are just extensions and projections of their gem!!

SO, if going by a lot of phanon core logic, it would make sense if ghosts can have conversations to like fuse or something. Probably to use in battle mostly (ghosts are obviously territorial) but can also be used for love or to protect a weaker/damaged core! JUST IMAGINE THE POSSIBILITIES!!

Danny being able to fuse literally Steven universe style w his friends because he's a halfa, Danny being able to fuse with Jason because he has a connection because of the pits (Halfa or Revenant Jason Todd), Danny fusing with LITERAL BATMAN as he's the ghost king!!

CAN YOU IMAGINE HOW TERRIFYING THAT WOULD BE???

Jason in the middle of getting sacrificed: :|

Danny, the one being summoned and seeing a poor baby ghost/potential boyfriend material and snatching him to protect him: :)

Bruce:

Tim:

Dick:

Barbara:

Steph:

Cass:

Jason: ¯\(°_o)/¯

Danny: Mine now :)

*he says as their body erupts into flames and they become the most bad ass looking ghost that kicks the cultists asses; Before they started lounging around and reading Jane Austen* (floating laying down is apparently more comfortable than just laying down on something solid, so its nice to float and read)

ORRRR

Justice League facing off an impossibly strong enemy that they have no choice but to look into outside sources to help defeat him (Trigon, Darkseid, something else that probably show up like 4 times a week lmao). Eventually, JLD get wind of a new ghost king who's supposedly kind and benevolent, which is races better than his old counterpart.

With the entire League's permission, begrudgingly Batman's, they summon the Ghost King as a last option and are ready to sacrifice anything for his help (within reason). Imagine their surprise when Danny Fenton, aged somewhere between 16 to 21, pops up in the portal looking frazzled and like he was woken up from a nap. Not even in his ghost form, just blinking owlishly at the League members while gaping like a fish.

"Holy shit—the Justice League?! I'm being summoned by the Justice League?! Ohmygod Tucker is gonna freak"

Constantine butts in looking nervous as hell and sweating buckets, "Your Majesty—"

"Just Danny's fine, I can't believe I'm being summoned by THE Justice League!"

"...Danny. We could really use some of your help, mate. See, we got ourselves an issue we can't really fix ourselves–"

"I'll do it. I'm not even joking, you guys don't even have to ask me twice,"

Everyone in the League (besides Batman) was watching with bated breath at the exchange. The confusion as a random teenager showed up was quickly washed away with how formally he was addressed, but it spiked back up when 'Danny' seemed to...hero worship them?

"—But!"

Ah, there it was. Can never do trades in the occult for free.

"I would really do it for free if I could man, honest! Just...I need to make a teensy weensy deal to be let out of the circle? You guys don't even have to let me do it on my own if you're worried I'll go rogue! You can tie me into a deal about one of you 'using my power' in exchange for like, a cup of coffee or something,"

Now everyone (except Batman, though he seemed to have a clenched jaw) was opening gaping as the omnipotent described being. Being offered something to great...in exchange for a mug of bean water? There had to be a catch, some sort of trickery, but Diana and many others could sense no ill intent on the young king. Constantine had even let up on the nerves as the being continued to speak, relief seeming to crash through his entire body when he realized none of them would have to give up their soul or something. Batman was the first to speak up.

"And if you were...to offer your power to one of us, what would that entail for the mortal or semi-mortal user?"

The king hummed and tapped his chin in thought, "Well, they'd probably be fine. Most of my power would be filtered through myself, so whoever is wielding it wouldn't go mad or suddenly overwhelmed with it. It'd be like turning on the tap while the well is underground, or something close,"

Batman nodded before Danny continued to speak.

"—But, obviously, I reserve the right to take away my power at any point if I see it needed. I would not be mind controlled, nor would I be drained, I would be an observer in the back of whoever decides to be at the other end of the contract until it's fulfilled,"

Constantine stepped forward once again, cigarette all but ash between his lips now, "Contract, right, mate. So uh, one of our sorry blokes gets access to your unfathomable power for the time it takes to beat whatever the hell it is out there. And in exchange, you get a cuppa? Maybe some biscuits and other treats with it to sweeten the deal?"

Danny smiled brightly at the ruffled looking blond and nodded, "Sounds good to me!"

All at once, the room dropped in temperature as the summoning circle around Danny became encased in ice. The ice shimmered an otherworldly dark blue, almost black, and stretched until it reached the feet of the young king. A spark lighted ontop of Danny's head before exploding into a flame, a crown taking shape through the smoke of the fire to sit upon the teenagers head. There was a flash of blue as a ring materialized on the teen's finger, as well as a cape seeming to sew itself from nothing to sit upon his shoulders. Danny looked sheepish as much as he looked serious, his eyes now emanating a neon green with hints of red in his pupil.

"This is kind of the awkward part, whoever what's to use my power will have to form the contract. I don't really feel comfortable with a super or meta using it, with how powerful I am it might cause more damage than repair it, so preferably a human or mostly human host?"

Danny looked so incredibly shy all of a sudden as he rubbed the back of his neck in an incredibly human gesture. The word's were out of Batman's mouth before he even realized he was speaking then.

"I'll do it," The Bat walked forward to stand beside Cobstantine. Constantine pinched his eyebrows together before letting out a nervous chuckle. Danny just seemed to light up.

"Ohmygosh I'm going to be core merging with Batman," the young king seemed to be doing another small fan-boy freakout before coughing and collecting himself.

"Right, right. Contract to do now, tell my Fraid about this later," Danny lifted up a flaming hand towards the edge of the summoning circle, motioning gently to the Bat.

"Heads up, this is going to feel really weird. Just keep holding onto me after the contract sets, and then make sure to get everyone away as fast as possible. You will grow, it's not gonna be very nice if other people are around because you'll squish them,"

The other League members around nodded mutely, eyes staring at Batman as they prayed and wished for his safety. Batman just gruffed and slowly placed his own hand into the awaiting palm. It didn't burn as he thought it would. In fact, it felt quite cold. Like the feeling of putting your bare hand into a pike of snow just to know how it felt. Batman forced himself not to shiver as he felt the contract form through the handshake. The young king sent him a reassuring smile before he seemingly vanished.

No, not vanished. There was a bright light in Bruce's gloves hand that shook with power. The light—sphere, orb?—sunk into his palm, and this time Bruce did shiver. It felt like the biting winds of a blizzard as it crept up his arm to settle in between his ribs. There was a ringing in his ears blocking out the noise around him, but he could faintly make out images of the League rushing away from him and giving a very large berth.

There was a building in his chest, and he felt it pulse like a second heartbeat. Bruce pulled his hands to his sternum and clawed uselessly as the hevlar, the freezing cold threatening to consume him whole inside and out. His chest pulsed, and he fell to the ground in a heap. Bruce heard some of the members try to rush to him, but the JLD held them baback. There was a cracking like ice pulling away from itself, like glaciers splitting, and all of a sudden Bruce felt power rush through his veins.

It should have been overwhelming, it should have terrified him into immeditely creating contingencies, it should have drove him mad with power, but it didn't. Bruce didn't realize his form had grew until he opened his eyes (when did he close them) and blinked down at the members of the League. They were so...small compared to him now. Bruce felt more than he saw the flames dance from his collarbone, and they flickered up high around his thankfully still cowled face. Though, it seemed his face was the cowl right now.

Bruce turned to the being they were fighting (and losing to) moments ago, and smirked. He felt the spike of fear, and he suddenly knew that this thing didn't stand a chance.

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GUYS I KNOW BRUCE WOULD NEVER AGREE TO POWERS LMAO LET ME DREAM THO I THINK HE WOULD LOOK COOL ASF AS A GHOST!!

#dc x dp crossover #dcxdp #danny phantom crossover #danny phantom #ghost king au #ghost king danny #jason todd #red hood #batfam #batman #sam manson #tucker foley #danny fenton #ghost core

[mvltisstuff]

Hi, I loved you recent fic about reader being Eddies sister, it was amazing.

Can we get a part two with reader and Buck getting to know each other and then eventually dating at the end 🙏

Love your fics keep up the good work.

mr. rager (cont.) - e.b

summary: request

evan buckley x reader

gif from @evanbuckleydaily

a/n: ok so eddie had the spotlight in part one but this is bucks part 🤭 this is a bit of a shorter one but i hope you like it 💗

“eddie,” y/n complained. “i really don’t think i want to start anything-“

“c’mon, he’s nice! i’ve known him for a while i swear he’s a good guy,” eddie attempts to convince y/n again.

“i know, i’ve met him before. i get that you have some weird obsession with him and me but pipe down.”

“alright! i’m just saying he is an option.”

truth? y/n and buck have been going out for weeks. they’ve been hanging out and getting dinner and they actually hit it off. she realized that there’s people out there who understand her. growing up, she felt more alone than anyone. until she found buck and his radiance, he were someone to confide in. buck always was the spotlight of criticism when he was being raised. between his parents and comparisons of him and maddie, it was intolerable, so he left. similar to y/n.

they knew all too well that eddie was trying to get them together, but why not try to mess with him? they figured they wanted to sneak around a bit, act like teenagers again. sure, eddie would be pissed, but y/n was gleaming with buck. buck knew she was different from all of the girls he’s been with. abby, ally, taylor, didn’t have the elements that y/n did when she came into the room. the elements that buck needed.

they were both surprised when the other started spitting out their exact feelings, finishing their sentences like they were a psychic. it was scary at the beginning. y/n figured those issues would eventually crash together, causing damage that couldn’t reverse. she couldn’t bear to lose buck so early on.

as mentioned, they were continuously sneaking around, avoiding eddie and people who could say something. so usually, they were just at buck or y/n’s apartment where no one could bother them. y/n was laying on bucks bed, propped up on her elbows with bucks lips pressed against hers. her hands rubbed against his forearms as his were keeping himself above her, loving on her neck and admiring her lips. they stayed in that position until y/n sat up, running her hands through bucks growing hair and letting them fall to his jaw.

bucks shift had ended a few hours ago, and after long hours of working, he texted y/n, wanting her to come over. so there they were, making out in bucks small apartment.

“when do you have to go to work?”

“don’t worry about it,” buck smiles, continuing to kiss her.

“just wanna know how much time we have,” she smirks and the knocking on bucks front door interrupts them. “clearly not as much as i had hoped.”

“ugh,” buck groans, planting one more quick peck on y/n’s lips before rushing downstairs to peek into the peephole. his heart races when he sees his best friends figure waiting by the door, six-pack in his hand. “shit!”

“what’s wrong-“

“go in the bathroom, it’s your brother!” buck whisper-yells.

“why is he here?” y/n asks, frantically trying to decide what to do.

“i’ll cover for you, just, i’m so sorry,” he stutters and moves to open the door. y/n locks herself in bucks bathroom, standing there until eddie leaves. “uh, hey! what’s up?” he asks awkwardly.

“nothing much… bad time?”

“no! no, you’re good,” buck moves to let eddie in. he’s trying to make it seem less suspicious, so he just decides to let him stop by for a few minutes. “i just woke up anyway.”

“makes sense, your hairs a mess,” eddie says, making bucks eyes widen and run his fingers through it. “relax, buck. what’s got you so on edge?”

“me? i’m fine!”

“alright,” eddie replies, not believing a word of his act. “i was gonna see if y/n was busy, but she didn’t answer her phone.”

“is she at work?”

“no, her shift would have ended a while ago,” eddie tells him. “here, i’m gonna call her again.”

“are you sure?” buck spits. “it’s just, maybe she’s asleep? or out with people? or on a date?”

“c’mon, it’s y/n. i’m just gonna make sure she’s ok,” eddie presses her name on his phone and buck immediately knows his fate. he’s screwed, basically. eddie would be pissed if he found out they didn’t tell him. shouldn’t they have said something sooner? it doesn’t matter now, because he’ll find out anyway. eddie unfortunately notices the distinct ringtone of y/n’s coming from above, on his nightstand. buck tries to cover it up by coughing, but eddie just puts his phone down.

“nice try, buck,” he crosses his arms. “where is my sister?”

“i-i don’t know what you mean-“

“y/n?” eddie shouts, knowing that she’s been hiding in there somewhere. even in the bathroom, she silently curses buck, trying to figure out which part of his brain told him to do this. no turning back now, though. she flicks the lock and pulls the door open, smiling awkwardly as she steps out of the bathroom. “come down here.”

she steps down, carefully incase she has to make a run for it. maybe she should do that anyway, just escape to el paso from the pure embarrassment she feels.

“and how long have you been seeing each other and not telling me?”

“oh, you know just a-“

“four months.” buck speaks, quickly and it’s barely inaudible.

“sorry, did you say four months?” eddie exclaims. “why didn’t you say anything?”

“you had your fair share of sneaking around growing up? i’m a grown woman, i can see whoever i want. and buck is a grown man, he can make his own decisions.”

“i’m not mad, i’ve just been trying to make this work for months!”

“well, congrats,” buck adds. eddie takes a beer from the pack and takes the lid off.

“tía owes me $20,” he adds, taking a sip of the beer.

#911 #911onfox #bobby nash #eddie diaz #evan buckley #evan buckley fanfic #athena grant #henrietta wilson #evan buckley x reader #evan buck buckley x reader #chimney han #911 chimney #chimney 911 #maddie buckley #may grant #evan buckley one shot #evan buckley x y/n #evan buckley fluff #evan buck buckely #evan buckley fanfiction #evan buckley angst #evan buckley x you #evan buckley fic #eddie diaz angst #eddie diaz 911 #eddie diaz oneshot #eddie diaz fic

[solomons-poison]

maybe obey me?

heartbreak angst?? “your leaving arent you” sorry if im being vague..

Heartbreak

A/N: You're totally fine with your request! I just want to make sure you get what you were looking for :) This is my first time writing angst without comfort, and tbh I haven't even really written angst aha.. These all feel a little wordy, especially Simeon's, but I hope you enjoy! This one kind of escaped me 😬 they're not very headcanon-like lol

Featuring: GN reader || Diavolo x reader, Barbatos x reader, Simeon x reader, Solomon x reader

Warnings: angst of course; breakups; mentions of falling in Simeon's part; mentions of death in Solomon's part

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Diavolo

You both should have known better from the start, but as they say, love is blind, and it certainly seemed to give you both blinders to the fate of your relationship.

The topic of the future of your relationship was not something you had discussed in detail with each other... or at all, really. One moment, you were the human world representative and he the Prince of the Devildom. And the next, he'd taken you on as his precious lover.

Sure, you'd had a small discussion of logistics regarding marriage with the brothers at one point, each of them expressing their desire to marry you and bring you into the family. Even Solomon had joined in on the discussion, clearly having fun regarding this debate topic and the advantage he'd have as a fellow human. Eventually, you all had come to the conclusion that, at this point in time, marriage wasn't yet feasible due to the newness of human and demon collaboration.

It wasn't that you two didn't understand this conclusion; after all, it was Diavolo that had pointed this out to the others. But perhaps in your eagerness to explore these feelings, it made you two ignore all the other details regarding this issue. That not only was a relationship between a human and a demon not viewed positively by most demons, but you were also dating their ruler, someone that lived by a completely different set of rules from others. Someone with expectations and priorities to meet, plus the possibility of needing the Demon King's approval as well.

And so, it should have only been natural and understandable what happened next, but the pain of it would still stay with you both forevermore.

"You're leaving, aren't you?" were the words Dia uttered to you one night while holding each other close. You hadn't yet mentioned your concerns to him, in fact you hadn't even finalized your decision on what you were going to do about it. But somehow, he still knew. Both of you sensed where things were going, even though you didn't want to admit it. You couldn't answer him that night, but you knew you'd have to eventually.

It was you that walked away first.

Maybe the honeymoon period of the relationship had worn off, or perhaps it finally hit you about the strange and even nasty looks other demons gave you when they saw you and Diavolo together. The whispers carried to both your and Diavolo's ears about the people's opinions. You didn't want to run away from the issue. But at one point, you realized that this wasn't something you two were meant to force.

Relations between humans and demons would grow eventually, if the exchange program and improved education had anything to do with it. But that change was still a long way off, and you owed it to yourself but also the ruler of the Devildom to cut things now, before any long-lasting damage was done.

You quickly and quietly sorted out a return to the Human World. It wasn't without protest from multiple parties, and surprisingly even Lucifer could not agree with your decision right away. But eventually everyone folded. You hadn't needed to mention your decision to Diavolo, either. He never questioned you again after that night, seemingly coming to a mutual understanding, and he permitted the portal entry without a word, seeing you off with some simple words of farewell.

Everyone else was uncomfortable with the situation but knew there wasn't much they could do to change your mind. They continued to visit you on rare occasion in the human world over time, providing their emotional support and distracting with silly antics. But no one could ignore the palpable tension in the air when you eventually decided to marry and Diavolo arrived to give his best wishes, a smile on his face but not in his eyes.

All you could do was remind yourself that you did what had to be done.

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Barbatos

Catching feelings was never on Barbatos' agenda. Not that he was some cold, unfeeling robot, incapable of emotions. But he'd spent so many years at Diavolo's side, essentially "tamed" after all that time, always busy attending to the needs of the kingdom and the Prince, he didn't have time to entertain the thought of a relationship.

But upon you entering his life, his concept of his wants and needs completely flipped upside down. You did have to fight hard for his affections to start, but once he came to terms with how he felt, it was like something switched in him and the floodgates opened.

What was initially a business-like and cold demeanor, melted into a warm sweetness and a surprisingly playful personality. He would invite you for tea and sweets made specifically for you, even making baking dates on occasion; he was much more open in his mannerisms and jokes, and others would find him talking about you during casual conversation.

Diavolo was delighted, of course. Barbatos was extremely good at hiding his emotions, but his employer knew him long enough to see through it all. He loved witnessing his hard-working butler practically lovesick, his eyes always coming back to look at you during your visits to the castle, lingering a moment longer than usual during your meetings. Everyone else was just astonished by the effect you had on this stoic butler, and how you managed to bring out this seemingly new side to him.

However, the joy was not to last. Although your interactions were often limited to just within the castle, your few interactions in R.A.D. managed to catch the attention of a few students, leading to gossip and rumors about the strange influence of the human world exchange student.

At first it was just jokes regarding your ability to wrangle so many demons under your belt. But as time went on, the gossip became vicious, accusing you of purposefully trying to influence the Prince and interfere in Devildom matters. After all, if even you could get to the heart of the Prince's right hand man, what could stop you from getting involved with the Prince himself? Some commoner nobody that had no business getting involved?

Diavolo had warned before that the relationship between demons and humans was still a rocky one, but perhaps you hadn't fully understood the consequences when you chose to pursue Barbatos. And even Barbatos was guilty of wearing rose colored glasses as he came to know you and fall for you.

As the rumors only worsened, you both knew something would need to change, but perhaps you were a little more idealistic in your options than your lover, hoping for a choice that would please everyone.

But Barbatos had different priorities to consider, ones that were millenia in the making. And although he wanted to follow his heart, he yearned for it, his priority lay ultimately with the crown, and Barbatos was the first to walk away.

"You're leaving, aren't you?" you couldn't help but ask him finally. He had approached you at R.A.D. stating he needed to discuss an important matter with you, alone. You knew in your heart that if it was something school-related, he would make a formal meeting with the others involved. And the ever-spreading rumors regarding your "true intentions" certainly didn't bode well for a growing relationship, either.

Admittedly, your question threw him off, but the following silence was enough of an answer for you. In the end, your breakup was mutual, after he laid out his concerns and provided his evidence for his decision. But it didn't fix the gaping void left in both your hearts afterwards, and try as he might, the effect on Barbatos was clear as day. No one could find a way to refute your mutual decision, and you remained one of Barbatos' biggest regrets for all the wrong reasons.

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Simeon

Falling in love with you is as unexpected for you as it is for Simeon. He convinced himself that he felt the same for all humans, including you, though he believed every human unique and a special individual. But every interaction with you had him falling further and further into the rabbit's hole well before he even knew what was happening.

By the time he understood his feelings, he was tightly wound around your little finger, always eager for your attention and your love, and you were happy to give it to him. And although the others, particularly the brothers, were a little upset about your choice in partner, they were still happy for you two and felt it was a sweet match.

That's why everything seemed picture perfect, to start. You two went on dates, learned more about each other's respective Worlds, baked together, and you encouraged his creativity in his writing. He helped you grow and learn, but it wasn't one-sided; Simeon definitely changed as well, becoming more open to his own feelings and desires. You two were the picture perfect couple, in everyone's eyes.

But something nagged at the back of your mind, your gut telling you that something wasn't quite right. You did your best to ignore it, though, as Simeon really did seem to be the ideal boyfriend, attentive to your wants and needs, thoughtful and considerate and the very definition of an angel. You did your best to reciprocate and things seemed to be going smoothly for a while.

It wasn't until you spotted a feather on Simeon's bed one day, pure white at the base but noticeably darkened at the tip with a black you could only attribute to Lucifer's wings, that you realized your hunch was correct. Something, someone was causing Simeon to fall. And you just knew that you were the cause.

You didn't want to jump to conclusions, but it was difficult bringing up the concept of a fallen angel without making it obvious you were concerned for Simeon. And little by little, your suspicions were confirmed as you witnessed his behavior changing, his sins floating up to the surface more and more often and the occasional fallen feather measuring how much further he'd fallen.

You weren't even sure how to bring it up to him. Sweet, smart Simeon would do his best to either rationalize what was happening, or even worse, try to put the blame on himself instead of you, and any debate with Simeon was difficult to win. Time and time again, you considered how to broach the subject, but in the end, you couldn't do it right. You could only hope that leaving him would correct things, save him from this devastating experience.

The distance between you two started to grow, slowly at first, but Simeon eventually noticed the way you were slipping from his grasp. It wasn't long before others began to catch on as well, particularly Lucifer and Luke, noting the awkward air that formed between the two former lovebirds. However, conversations trying to investigate died on their lips, unable to make you answer, and you had none to give them anyway.

Simeon did his best to try to repair what was breaking, but it only seemed to push you further away each time, leaving him utterly lost. At least if you yelled at him, screamed, even hit him, it would be better than the utter nothing he was left with. But you couldn't bring yourself to say the words you needed to, the true reason for why you were drifting from him.

Simeon knew something was wrong, but he feared your answer more than anything, or rather the rejection he knew was coming, so he did his best to pretend even though he knew that was wrong. The right thing would be to confront you, be open about his worries and his desires, ensure you know that he would never blame you for anything that would come of this relationship, but he seemed to lose his words when he saw you.

"You're leaving, aren't you?" was uttered through his lips finally, one evening, but they fell upon no one's ears but his own.

Eventually, you were the first to walk away. When you did finally voice your decision to end things, he knew it didn't make sense, but he respected your agency enough not to question your feelings. It wasn't until years later he discovered the truth of it, but he never blamed you for it, although his heart ached just a little bit more, never having forgotten your love.

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Solomon

Solomon never intended to get this involved with you. He was simply intrigued by you, a human world exchange student that he later found out to be an incredibly powerful sorcerer that also managed to attract the attention of several high-ranking demons.

You were a fascinating person, a once-in-a-lifetime individual that he couldn't help but want to get to know better, to get closer to as time went on and be your guide. He couldn't help but be attracted to you, even more so than he thought, and that's what led to the greatest dilemma he's dealt with in ages.

Solomon avoided making close relationships with normal humans after repeat incidents of outliving them every single time. There was a reason he dealt with mostly demons and witches now, people that were a bit hardier that he wouldn't have to say goodbye to so soon.

But with you, he couldn't help himself. You were like a siren, calling him closer and closer with your sweet song, until he was totally ensnared. And it wasn't long before he realized what these feelings were, the tight feeling around his heart and the way his eyes could never leave you when you were in the room.

He knew he'd come to regret this, he always did, but his brain and his heart battled long and hard about how to deal with this. For a while, he let himself indulge in your presence, and the fantasy that he could have a normal life with you, move in together, get married, maybe found a new magical society together.

But as time passed, celebrating multiple birthdays together, and he started to notice physical signs of aging, gray showing in your hair roots and wrinkles developing at the corners of your eyes, it scared him about what was coming. Of course, he spent ages looking into ways to elongate a human's life, like what had happened to him. But he didn't even know how to broach that subject with you even if he had found a way.

What if you declined? Would you two try to settle for what time you had left, together, watching you slowly die as he remains unchanged? Could his heart even take that?

Or what if you accepted, but came to hate everlasting life like he did? What if you became immortal, but the never-ending years made the world bleak and gray for you, too? And you lost the light in your eyes? He would never forgive himself for that.

So he did the next best thing he could think of, and decided to not even give you the choice. Of course, it was easier said than done, but he couldn't figure out another way around it. He became more distant, less intimate with you, building up his walls again that you'd spent ages breaking down to begin with. At first you didn't quite catch on, but the more it happened, the more it dawned on you what was happening, although you couldn't place why.

"You're leaving, aren't you?"

He knew the question was coming, and he hated himself for how second-nature it was to feign a smile for you. You both knew the feelings you had for each other, but Solomon hid his worries and true reason for leaving in his heart, far away from you.

He was the one that stepped away.

He'll play it off as a loss of interest, that for an immortal like him, it was inevitable that he'd fall out of love at some point and to not take it personally. You knew this was bullshit, however, but couldn't find a way to get to the bottom of it. It was a very rough breakup, one that confused and saddened everyone else that had been watching you two get together, these two magical peas in a pod, inseparable and complementary to the other.

Asmodeus was ready to give Solomon hell for you, he was the most worried one of the bunch, and Barbatos knew too that something was off. But they couldn't do much as you refused. In the end, Solomon never confided his true reason for leaving, but you just knew it wasn't as cut and dry as he made it out to be.

#diavolo x reader #barbatos x reader #simeon x reader #solomon x reader #obey me shall we date #obey me hcs #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #the minx can write ✍️ #obey me angst

[idontknowreallywhy]

Resurface 13 - Relive

Parts 1-12 here.

Again, apologies to John. This was meant to be Virgil’s story but you’re the only one who remembers it so… guess I’ve hit you pretty hard with the bad feelings stick also. You get a hug out of it though so err, it’s all fine 😁

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John hadn’t taken his eyes off Virgil the entire time he had been speaking. Scott had remained as still as possible, maintaining the limited physical contact between them but trying not to do anything to interrupt the sudden flood of words. Once he got going, his usually reticent brother could paint a vivid verbal picture from that incredible memory of his. It was just John was very rarely emotionally unrestrained enough to get going in the first place.

Scott was torn between needing to know every last detail that could possibly help him understand what to do next and wanting to envelop his rigid little brother in a crushing hug and tell him to stop. To stop because it was ok now and Scott could fix it by himself and wasn’t going to make him relive it again.

The need to know won. Because he needed to know this now to help save another little brother from an unknown threat. And he couldn’t do it alone - this one couldn’t be a solo op.

Scott was not oblivious to the fact there could be a secondary rescue mission of sorts once the primary one was dealt with.

He was doing a fairly good job of compartmentalising so far. He restrained his emotional reaction to hearing Virgil had punched Dad. He kept still, tried not to flinch. He locked away the creeping sense of horror and focussed on the fragments on information that might help now - John’s account of Virgil’s demeanour, the words that had upset him and triggered a violent reaction. Trying to pinpoint precisely what Dad had got wrong and Scott could try to do differently. John hadn’t heard much of their conversation which complicated matters and Scott forced himself to put to one side the question of whether he could fix whatever Virgil’s issue with their father was - that was a question for later. Right now, they just needed to retrieve Virgil from wherever he had got lost.

So focussed was he on analysing that interaction, in fact, that he almost missed the next part of John’s story and when the meaning of his words filtered into his brain all the carefully crafted compartments crumbled to rubble.

“HE FELL?!”

John started and twisted to look at Scott.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t get there in time. I should have been closer. I should have been better…”

Scott gave in to the crushing hug urge and John did not appear to object. They sat there a moment, John, seemingly entirely drained, had melted into Scott’s chest, his big brother repeating reassuring things about how John couldn’t have known, that he wasn’t to blame for events out of his control. A little voice in the back of Scott’s mind suggested it wasn’t only John that needed to remember this. He ignored it in favour of trying to work out how on Earth Virgil had survived a 3 and a half storey fall and how Scott could possibly have remained unaware of it.

John appeared to read his thoughts and pulled back to look him in the face.

“He didn’t fall the whole way. I think his clothes got caught, or he managed to grab on to the edge of the roof which slowed his momentum. He fell from there to the glass overhang of the verandah. Hit his head pretty hard though… we heard it.”

That part of the glass roof had remained cracked for years… Brains eventually replaced the whole thing with a more durable material during his upgrades to the ranch. Scott had never thought to ask how it had become damaged, everything in the aftermath of getting home was such a blur perhaps at the time he hadn’t even realised it was new.

“Hence the ambulance.”

“Yes. I don’t know how they got him down. Gordon and Alan were… upset… and I had to be with them, not let them see… just in case…” John tailed off uncharacteristically and looked up at the ceiling, then rallied himself.

“Grandma arrived some hours later and told us he’d survived the fall but was sick. And then it was just the four of us for a while - Dad stayed at the hospital with Virgil.”

“Wait, Dad didn’t call to tell you before that?!”

“He had a lot going on. I’m not sure he wasn’t slightly concussed as well actually.”

Scott’s blood was unnaturally chilly as he contemplated what that meant.

“All that time you didn’t know…”

John blinked rapidly, wrinkled his nose and cleared his throat before looking away from Scott and fixing his gaze on Virgil.

“I thought I’d lost both of you, yes.”

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#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #scott tracy #virgil tracy #john tracy #idontknowreallywhy fanfic #resurface Fic #thunderangst #MIA Scott

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adamsapple oneshot for @rius-cave, @sugarry-sins and @aesusen

Im huge fans of you you guys btw. And I hope @aesusen would possibly use my hazbin hotel heaven oc

Also slight nsfw stuff (which i hate) , and tuns of swears

Adam pov:

I couldn't believe this, I mean I literally couldn't. First I was the first man on earth, then I was the first human soul to enter heaven, then head exorcist, now I'm a stupid demon on a fucking leash, and owned by the one who fucked my wife's. All because I needed a place to stay, and it was so I can apologize for all the damage I did to the old hotel.

And I knew he was enjoying this, always teasing by saying stuff like "if you be a good boy for daddy, I'll give you a reward~" and "who's my little bitch~" and let's not forget "Look how far you've fallen~". All of those things he said made me turn into a tomato. I hated his constant flirting but I signed my soul to him. So I had to just deal with it

Today I heard lucifer calling my name somewhere after breakfast, and since he owned my soul, I had to. I went to the main entrance of the hotel, seeing lucifer waiting for me with what seemed to be a bunch of papers next to him. I was confused on why there were so many. I hope I wasn't going to hold all of them at once. I looked at lucifer who was turning around to notice I was there.

"Ah you made it! Your such a good boy for daddy~" lucifer said makeing me flush out of embarrassment. "Today will be a simple task, as you notice I have a fuck ton of papers" lucifer said in a energized tone. He looked kinda cu- WHAT! DID I JUST FUCKING THINK THAT?! I I HATED THAT WIFE STEALING MOTHER FUCKER. WHY WOULD I NEARLY THINK HE WAS CUTE?!

I snapped back into consciousness after lucifer waved his hand in my face. "Hey you back" lucifer asked me as my face blushed, I nodded as I looked back at him. "So anyways these papers happen to be fliers for the hotel. If you can put up at least half of them..." lucifer said as they looked at me to finish the sentence "I'll give you a reward~" lucifer finished his sentence as he grabed my chin so i could look at him better, making me blush slightly. "Fine" I groaned out as I picked up half of the papers like luci said.

"But why half" I asked "because I want to make sure that my little pet is safe~" he said Making my face turn red as he chuckled "I just thought after all the really hard work you'd deserve a little less" luci explained the real reason.

28 minutes later

I was walking around hell putting up the fliers to advertise the hotel. While I was doing that, I couldn't help but think about earlier. I didn't know why I nearly thought lucifer was... cute. Just thinking about it makes my tail wag a little. All I could think about was his red cheeks, his toothy smile, his red eyes. I didn't get why I'd think fhat of him after stealing my wife's.

Eventually I reached the p@rn studio. I always got uncomfortable every time I was there. I overherd that angel dust talking about Valentino, and how he described him made me not wanting to meet the guy. I went to the alley, knowing well that sinners go there all the time, to do whatever they do. Placed the last flier on the wall. All the sudden I felt a hand Placed on my shoulder, I turned around to see it was Valentino himself.

"My my, if it isn't adam, the first dick ever" Valentino said Making me uncomfortable. "Yep that's me, look man I got to go" I tried to walk away but Valentino stopped me. "Whats the matter? We have some time~" Valentino said on a flirty tone, Placing his hand on my chin. I was nervous on what he was gonna do to me

Lucifer pov:

I was in the main entrance waiting for Adam to return. "He should of come back by now" i said to myself. "Well your highness, you own his soul, couldn't you just sense where he is" I herd husk say cleaning the bar. "That's a great Idea" I said as I started channeling my energy to Is conjure up a mirror type thing to look at where adam was. When I found him (spiritual) I saw Valentino trying to seduce Adam, as Adam looked uncomfortable with it.

I felt angered. Ever since Adam got into hell I started to develop feelings for the guy, and he's about to get r@ped by Valentino, the one who licked my daughter's arm. I dashed out of the door forgetting to close the mirror to show where Adam was. I was too focused to save Adam. I've grown to attached to him to much to let him get hurt.

Adam pov:

I was backing up away from Valentino feeling the most uncomfortable I've ever been ever. I eventually backed into the end of the alley, there was no way out of this. Valentino pinned me to the wall as he lifted my chin as he grind, "a fallen angel huh~? That could be anyone's kink~" Valentino said as in a flirty tone. "YEAH WELL MY KINK IS SMASHING BUGS YOU HORNY BUG" I herd someone yell before he hit Valentino with a shovel.

Valentino got knocked out and fell to the ground to show lucifer, dropping the shovel on the ground. It was kinda ho- DAMIT I DID IT AGAIN?! WHAT IS FUCKING WITH ME TODAY. Lucifer ran up to hug me, making me shocked and made me blush a bit as I returned the embrace. "Thank God your ok" lucifer said as he placed his hand on my cheek, making me blush. We stared at eachother for a bit, looking into eachothers eye's for I don't know how long.

Lucifer eventually closed the gap between us, clashing are lips together as we kiss. It felt like an eternity to be honest, the kiss was nice, I never expected to enjoy a kiss from lucifer out of all people but I did. After a few more minutes we broke the kiss as we looked at eachother. My eyes widened as I touched my lip "holy shit luci, that was-" " I know, it was kinda... nice" luci cutting me off as he cherished my cheek, making me blush at my comment of are kiss being nice

"I- I think I love you luci" I said, all flustered of are situation. Lucifer chuckles at my comment "I love you too, now come on, let's get back to the others" lucifer said as he walked me back to the hotel.

EPILOGUE

Lucifer poc:

I was on the couch cuddling Adam as I slowly started to fall asleep. I opened my eyes to see a dark empty void, I knew what was going on, and any moment now SHES gonna appear. "Well, well, seems like someone's got a new boyfriend" I herd a feminine demonic voice echoing in the black void

"WHAT DO YOU WANT ROO" I yelled out, trying to get answers. Red eyes formed all around me as a figure started to form from the distance. "Oh you know what I want" roo said as her spider like limbs made of what appeared to be wood on her back move closer to me. "I'm not giving you my soul. You might own Liliths, but you can't get me" I said as I turned away from roo.

"OK, but make sure your little boyfriend is safe, never know what could happen" roo said as she opens the palm of her real hand to show a flame with a silhouette of adam in the middle, as her black hair with a fade of red glowed showing her eyes being lifeless, her mouth being shut with a smile even as they talk, her outfit of rags having holes in them, her legs representing of of a goat like animal.

"Don't... you... DARE HURT HIM" I yelled out in anger, "who says I'm planning to. But... even if am, what are you gonna do about it" she said with a demonic echo in her voice as her arms became somewhat of some sort of stone monster, with her hands becoming the color of blood. "You know I'm the root of all evil, the reason hell exists, the one who grows more and more powerful with each death in hell has. So even if you tried to protect him..." she opens her other hand with another flame, one with the silhouette of Charlie "you still have a daughter ot protect" she claws me. Making me wake up from that nightmare

"You ok luci" Adam asked out of general concern for me. I looked at him both happy that he's safe but also concerned of what could happen to him. "Yeah I'm fine, just a nightmare" I said sounding rather calm of what just happened. "Don't worry I'm here to protect you" Adam said sounding confident. "Thanks my apple" I said as I snuggle up to him "but I need to protect you" I thought to myself as I look back at him

Roo pov:

"Soon luci, soon you'll be under my control" I walk around the giant hell tree representing the tree of knowledge with a force field in an opening letting me see hell. I walk to my toy chest, pulling out three puppets, one of Eve, one of Lilith, and the final one of alastor "I mean it hasn't been hard to make these three my play things and with one being a guy inside at all times" I laugh maniacally as I grow bigger and stronger, showing a new soul has died permanently. "Isn't that right..... eve" I say as I turn around at eve. Who was chained to the ground cause of me

"Yes mamm" eve said in q scared tone

This seems like a plot of a episode tbh. And I hope my three heros read this. Also I am proud of this!

#hazbin hotel adamsapple #guitarduck #guitarapple #adam x lucifer #lucifer x adam #hazbin hotel oneshots #hazbin hotel roo #Hazbin hotel

[ninasmovingcastle]

sweet dreams - xiao

xiao comfort fic because he sure as hell needs it after that event...

xiao x gender neutral!reader

word count: 2.3k

content warnings: referenced panic attacks

it had been a long day of commissions for you, and a long day of slaughter for him. 

you'd tackled arranging bouquets of flowers for the wangsheng funeral parlour, delivering various mondstadt ingredients to the wanmin restaurant, and repairing the stairs of the wangshu inn all in one day. 

xiao, on the other hand, had spent his day clearing out monster camps and protecting the vulnerable from the various representatives of the abyss order. 

your commissions today weren't especially lucrative in terms of mora, but you'd received compensation in other forms: a unique kind of tea from wangsheng's consultant, zhongli; according to him, it was infused with trace amounts of adeptal energy to induce an incredibly strong feeling of tranquility. a fresh lunch of jueyun chili chicken, packed to go, courtesy of chef xiangling. and of course, a place to spend the night from the innkeeper. 

at this point, you'd become decently acquainted with xiao. anytime you were in the wangshu inn area, he would turn up. according to verr goldet, he wasn't always there, so you could only assume he enjoyed your company as much as you enjoyed his. xiao was a being of few words, but despite that, he was an excellent listener. he welcomed your venting and ranting, and often offered his help in solving your issues. he'd vowed to protect you in any situation, and he was certainly abiding by his promise. wherever you went, he went, essentially. 

you now lay next to the guardian adeptus in one of the inn's few guest rooms. he kept a respectful distance from you; not far enough to the point you felt isolated, but also not too close for comfort. when you'd been informed that there was only one available guest room, xiao had originally offered to sleep on the bare floor, leaving the proper bedding for you. but eventually he gave in, seeing as liyue was in the middle of winter. 

you had a beautiful view of guili plains from where you were. but even more beautiful than any landscape of teyvat was the yaksha beside you. he'd given up on pretending he didn't need sleep a while ago. you couldn't help but admire xiao's face in the dim, moon-lit room. for once, his face wasn't contorted with fierceness or vigilance. his delicate features were completely relaxed, his lips periodically parting for slow breaths. 

he was simply perfect. there was no other way to put it. xiao's everything— from his soft hair to his toned muscles, was perfect. a masterpiece of the archons, sculpted without a single flaw. 

well, almost. the only flaw in xiao was his infectious karma. he always tried to act tough around you, likely to give you a feeling of reassurance, but you knew that his debt was affecting him horribly. 

you just didn't know how bad it was. 

tiredness had long since come upon you, but sleep did not. you laid awake for hours, trying to force yourself to sleep, but you couldn't. it was strange, actually. you'd rarely encountered this issue before. was something subliminally keeping you awake? you couldn't tell. regardless, you stayed where you were, continuing to admire xiao in the most relaxed state you would ever see him. 

but the more your eyes adjusted to the darkness, the more you could notice xiao's lips starting to tremble, and his body going tense. figuring it was nothing, you didn't disturb him just yet. it wouldn't make sense to wake him up over such a trivial detail. the last thing you wanted to do was damage the fragile bond you'd created with the adeptus.

maybe he was just cold. you pulled the thin covers back over his shoulders and, for a minute, he relaxed again. knowing he was okay now, your own eyes began to flutter a bit. he was fine, you told yourself. 

you awoke once again, around a half hour later to a sudden jolt against your back. out of nowhere, xiao had wrapped his arms around you, unconsciously pulling you right next to him. bizarre, but nothing to worry about. you let him hold you for as long as he wanted. 

but that was before you noticed the tears streaming down his strangely sallow cheeks. xiao was crying, and you didn't even notice. 

"no... no... forgive this one..."

now you were starting to get worried. it was uncommon for him to even crack a smile at the funniest jokes you'd ever told, so for him to start crying and begging forgiveness in his sleep was extremely out of the ordinary. 

in an attempt to still the tremors coursing through xiao's worn body, you held him, too. he was pressed completely flush against you, yet nothing helped. at this point, the only thing you could do was to wake him up. while you understood that the conqueror of demons rarely got the opportunity to rest, this had to be an exception. 

you started shaking his arm gently, saying his name under your breath. you tried your hardest to do everything in a soothing sort of manner, not wanting to induce any more anxiety on the poor adeptus. 

"xiao... xiao...?"

no response, but his tears didn't stop. his hands, still holding you, began to tremble violently, and he shivered all over, despite sharing your warmth. 

"xiao," you repeated, desperately trying to wake him up without startling him. 

he let out a small cry. not a sob, but a cry. xiao was scared out of his mind, and you couldn't help him. 

"xiao!"

he jolted awake, sitting upright immediately. he let go of you and frantically started to move away from you, but in his haste all he managed was to get tangled in the bedding. you gently reached out to him and moved his hair out of his face. the look etched into his features was one of mortification, horror and guilt. he looked as if he'd just killed a man– sweating, shaking, shivering in spite of himself all over. 

in the faint moonlight, his lily-white skin glistened with sweat and tears. as a result of a presumptive nightmare combined with the nearly pitch-black room, xiao could hardly breathe. with assistance of your pyro vision, you quickly lit a lamp to help him calm down enough to tell his dream from reality.

but with a reaction like this, could it really just have been a dream? 

xiao knelt on the floor, looking nauseous and still coughing, choking on his own despair. as you carefully inched closer to him, lamp set aside, his bouts of trembling began again, but this time no amount of warmth could soothe him. he was shaking in fear. but fear of what, exactly? surely, he would've gotten used to the crippling effects of his karmic binds by now. that couldn't have been what was scaring him. 

he was, in fact, afraid of you. 

or more specifically, afraid of falling in love with you. afraid of reciprocating your care for him. because xiao knew that the closer he got to you, the more it would hurt when you inevitably had to leave him someday.

it must've been so hard for him. everything, just in general. it was impossible for him to live happily. xiao had shouldered the burden of protecting all of liyue, meaning that he alone had to suffer for all eternity in order to ensure the nation's safety. 

regardless, now wasn't the time to overanalyze. he needed reassurance and comfort, no matter how terrifying it seemed to him. you had an idea, but your first priority had to be helping him relax. 

"don't leave..."

xiao's words came shaky and hushed; his voice was just as broken as his appearance. the vigilant yaksha's hair was matted with sweat, his thin shirt clinging to his skin. he gripped his knees, still shaking in fear. you absolutely had to intervene at this point. 

you slipped out of your jacket and put it around his shoulders. while you rubbed the green fabric of your jacket against his clammy skin, you began to feel around in your pockets for the satchel of tea leaves zhongli had given you; for tranquility, he had said. the mesh bag caught on your fingernails while searching in your left pocket. if peace was what xiao wanted, peace was what xiao would get, even if it was just for a moment. after all, he definitely needed the tea more than you did. 

xiao didn't question anything you did. he was well aware that he needed care, whether or not he wanted to admit it. 

determined to soothe xiao for a while, you held him by his waist and helped him leave the guest room with you. you crept down the stairs as to not disturb the other people resting at the inn. verr goldet stood behind her desk, half asleep, yet still aware of your presence. once you got down the stairs, the innkeeper's wife waved you over. you carefully stepped between the floorboards to her desk, afraid to make even the slightest noise. 

"good evening, do you need help with anything?" she asked kindly in a hushed tone.

you shifted under xiao's (admittedly not much) weight and held the small bag of tea leaves in your hands. 

"ah, i see. but these... these don't look like plain tea leaves. is it a herbal remedy? are you feeling sick? i can get a doctor for you right aw-"

"it's not for me, don't worry," you explained, accidentally cutting her frantic sentence short. 

verr goldet nodded, her thin lips curling into the tiniest smile you could imagine. 

"oh... for him, is it?" she asked, indirectly referring to xiao. "there should still be some hot water in the kitchen. in case chef yanxiao is still there, tell him i gave you permission to use anything you need."

you wrapped the tea leaves back up and gently closed a hand around the mesh bag. you continued down the stairs to the kitchen, which you found empty. you said a silent prayer of thanks to yanxiao for leaving a pot of water on the stove. 

slowly lowering xiao onto one of the short wooden chairs in the kitchen, you rummaged around in a few shelves until you found a set of porcelain teacups. though the cups looked unused, you brushed off the inside of one with a clean cloth, just to be safe. you emptied the contents of zhongli's teabag into the cup, and being careful as to not burn yourself on the pot, you poured the water over the tea leaves. even in the dimly lit kitchen, you could see the leaves bleed into the water, turning the tea a brilliant orange before settling into a more normal caramel colour. 

you studied the now empty mesh satchel while waiting for the tea to cool. you couldn't help but wonder what exactly was in this blend of zhongli's, but you trusted him, of course. the thought that he might've given something that could potentially harm you was practically unfathomable. 

taking special care as to not waste a single drop of the tea, you held your arm out to help xiao stand up. you led him back up to the guest room, letting him lean on you as much as he needed. 

you helped him sit down on the bedding, re-lighting the lamp whose flame had since fizzled away in your absence. 

xiao could barely keep his eyes open, yet he was still somehow so afraid of showing you how vulnerable he really was. his soul was caked with the filth of his past, which couldn't be changed: the damage to his emotional well-being was irreversible. but as he sat there, like a meek little child being spoon-fed medicinal tea, you felt as if you were on equal grounds with him for the first time. 

he sipped zhongli's tea slowly, but with not an ounce of suspicion. for a moment, the thought that it may not even have an effect on him crossed your mind. after all, zhongli had given the tea to you, intending for you to drink it. if the amount of adeptal enchantment was safe enough for a mere human, you couldn't imagine it would do much for xiao. 

but somewhere within him, far beneath that horrible, suffocating miasma, there lay a warm speck of love for you and you only. one tiny ray of light in the disgusting filth of his soul. 

perhaps it was just the placebo effect, but xiao relaxed after downing half the cup. his muscles were noticeably less tense, his breathing almost completely normal. 

as he finished the last few sips of tea, xiao's eyes began to flutter. you reached out to help him lie back down, but as you did, he wrapped his arms around you once again. he buried his face in your shirt, holding you so close that you may as well have just become one conjoined entity. 

"please, don't let me go," he mumbled, drifting away into what you could only hope was a sweet dream. 

"i'm not leaving," you whispered, holding him against you. though he was mostly unresponsive because of his sudden drowsiness, you knew deep down that the bond between you and xiao would only become stronger from here on. 

and you absolutely had to find out what was in that tea. 

#xiao fluff #xiao x reader #genshin fanfic #genshin x reader #genshin impact #xiao #genshin xiao #xiao x you #xiao angst #genshin impact x reader #xiao fanfic #xiao drabbles

[7wolfmoon]

It's been a year and a half. Of course Larkspur still hurts, but constant agony has given way to a dull ache most of the time. There are still moments where he breaks down, sometimes when he's reminded, and sometimes out of nowhere, but for the most part, he's able to go about his life almost as normal.

More and more, he allows himself to heal, to accept his reality. He's no longer jealous of his sister or his boyfriend. He's even been able to tolerate spectating most of the Entrails' matches. 

Sometimes, the saddest thing to him isn't that he can no longer interact with his Palisman, but that Lark's loved ones can't. Lark can feel the glow in his own chest, but the same can't be said for his friends and family.

Lately, in his dreams, he senses that familiar golden warmth not just in his heart, but also beside him. It's moved slowly outward, as he moves onward. Tonight, the presence is almost staggering, almost tangible.

Then he feels a small creature alight on his shoulder. He doesn't need to look to know who it is, but he does anyway. Of course he does.

You'll see me again, Flapjack had said to him back then. Lark didn't dare to hope that it would be literal, but at least here, now, in his dreams, the bird is as vibrant a red as he was when they first met. 

They don't need to say anything. Their shared love is understood. For a time, in that nebulous dreamspace, they just sit and enjoy one another's company.

When Lark wakes, it's with tears in his eyes and a smile on his lips. The weathered carving he sleeps with is as pale blue and motionless as ever, but this morning, it doesn't sadden him. He runs his thumb fondly over Flapjack's crest before rolling out of bed to get ready for the day.

Some weekends, the squad comes with him to the forest. When he isn't carving, Lark helps Willow and Dell tend the palistrom trees with Plant magic. The rest of the group does what they can physically, planting and watering saplings and keeping the area clean and safe.

Everyone socializes with the older Palismen who've yet to find their witches. It would make sense for their numbers to lessen as more of them bond with their partners, but more and more have actually seemed to venture out of the old forests in the time since Belos' defeat and the fall of the Coven system, almost faster than witches can take them in. Which is fine by Lark, really. He's happy that they feel safe enough to show themselves. And even with their magic helping some of the trees grow large enough to harvest a branch or two here and there, the palistrom forest is still so thin that he feels guilty with each cut he takes.

Once all the trees have been checked on, and the wild Palismen are entertained, he contemplates the latest branch. Having carved a couple dozen by now, he has a good idea of how many he can make while wasting the least amount of wood. He stares long enough that he feels eyes on himself as well.

Someone eventually asks what they're all wondering. Is he ever going to carve for himself?

And, as he has each time he's held a block in his hands, Lark considers it. But today, unlike every other time, he doesn't feel an overwhelming longing to do so. He feels lighter, somehow, as if a long-shouldered burden has been lifted.

"No," he answers with both softness and finality. "I don't think I need to anymore. I just want to help other people find their partners... I want to make up for all the damage I caused. Hopefully... put more kindness out there than all the hurt, you know?"

It makes sense, in a way. They've all been there for him since he lost Flap. They've all seen his growth. Luz and Gus as his siblings and Willow and Nico as his partners all have sad but knowing smiles for him, in their own ways.

Just as he sets the branch down to start his cuts, something in the canopy moves. A figure swoops down toward him, and if it weren't for the color, Lark would swear he knows the silhouette. But the old bird-shaped Palisman that lands on his outstretched hand is blue. 

They stare at one another for a moment before Lark lifts his other hand to stroke its head. Come to think of it, he does recall seeing this one among the others occasionally, but it's never approached him before now.

"Nice to finally meet you," he says with a relieved, breathy laugh. 

Waffles coos in response, and he understands her.

My little Lark, I've been waiting for you.

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[[ as a note: i had this planned before anything was confirmed. i know her name was confirmed waffle singular and hunter carved her himself. i don't care. :) this is my blog and i do what i want. ]]

#posted ooc; #prose; #action;

[dandylovesturtles]

I'm curious: what does the matching jaw scar that 100ft Leo & Donnie have look like? A single straight cut, multiple jagged marks, a burn, etc? Or would that be a spoiler for how they get it?

Also, do you have any additional notes on the turtles' appearances that you don't mind sharing? I like being able to make an accurate mental picture of them in my head!

It’s a single straight cut! It was done fast, by someone who was angry but knew how to make it hurt without doing permanent damage (outside the scar, of course, which has its own long term effects). They’re about an inch and a half or so long on each of them and have faded a little as they’ve gotten older (though they’ll never go away).

I’m not really a character design person |’D but for a couple things (cw: mentions of violence):

Donnie has a lot of scars on his arms, legs, and shell, some of them from cuts, many of them from being whipped in a way that flayed his skin, and some from burns (notably electric burns, not from a fire). The big one on his face is the only one on his head, though, because the scientists and guards aren’t supposed to injure his head. Donnie moves in a way that is generally seen as more animalistic and even predatory: he sways a lot, tends to swim rather than walk around his enclosure, slumps down and slinks around when he is walking, smells his surroundings for danger, bares his teeth as a warning, and, of course, bites and scratches whenever anyone gets too close. He also spends a lot of time buried in the mud at the bottom of his enclosure when April isn’t around. It’s quiet and calm down there; good thinking space.

Mikey also has scares, mainly from whips and electric burns, fewer than Donnie but more than Leo because Mikey gets punished for Leo’s mistakes or transgressions. He doesn’t have any of the stickers on his shell he has in canon, sad as that is. He moves more like he does in canon, though he does pretend to be less agile than he is so the scientists underestimate him.

Leo has fewer scars. The one on his face is the most prominent, and there’s also a faint one on his neck from the one time his shock collar got triggered (because you always need a little shock collar drama for Leo haha). He does more animalistic, defensive movements in front of the scientists when Mikey is around (like trying to puff himself up so he looks bigger).

Raph’s claws and spikes are really overgrown because no one trims them and he’s not provided a way to take care of it himself. He hunches way down when he moves, sometimes flat out crawling but usually with his arms just pulled up under him. He has cracks on his plastron like he does in canon, and a few places where they’ve had to patch him up with fiberglass. They don’t let him get shell rot but he’s not exactly healthy either. He can see fine but he relies on his sense of smell more than his sense of sight because he doesn’t usually trust what he’s looking at.

Also this probably goes without saying but none of them are wearing clothes, not even their masks. Eventually, once they get out, they do start wearing clothes both as protection and a way of self expression.

#100 feet and a world away #this was probably kind of boring but I’m not the fun character design person lol #they’re basically like canon but more scarred up #also don’t start with me about them being naked #they’re naked in the show too I hate to break this to you

[blackjackkent]

LMAO. Started the fight off and Minsc immediately shouts out to the doppelganger, "JAHEIRA! You have an evil, much uglier twin sister? Minsc does not like this!"

(Matt Mercer is doing tremendously with this character, which comes as no surprise but is still fun to hear. He was clearly SO excited about getting to play him.)

The biggest challenge in this fight is that all four of the good guys are bunched up in the tiny tunnel we came in by, with Karlach in the back and not able to either jump, move, or shoot past Jaheira and Shadowheart, so she lost her opening turn which was pretty annoying.

This is a pretty large fight with some pretty beefy enemies, but extra shoutout goes to the random hyena also hanging out in the enemy roster with only 12 HP and the name "Snicker".

The end of the fight went on FOREVER because the last remaining enemy was on a high ground platform and kept throwing ice knives, which would down Hector, Shadowheart would healing word him back up, and then the entire team would eat shit on the ice surface trying to move to a position where they could shoot the guy. This happened like four times in a row.

But eventually we got there! And Minsc is not dead because (as our kind anon friend reminded us!) we had non-lethal damage on.

He begins to stir as the fight ends; Hector has a brief moment to be impressed by the man's battering-ram resilience.

Narrator: Against the darkness swarming his senses, a single light glows - rage, flaring brighter every moment.

In spite of his considerable wounds, Minsc struggles onto his knees. His breath is rasping heavily in his chest, his eyes wild with fury. Hector can feel the resonance of the tadpole working in the beserker's mind.

"...Killed... her..." Minsc rasps out between his teeth.

Of course, Hector thinks bleakly. He believes his Jaheira is the real one. And he believes we murdered her.

Jaheira - the real one - is at his side in an instant, the druid wildshape flowing off her like water, urgency in every line of her face. "He won't stay down for long!" she snaps. "Tell your illithid to protect him from the elder brain's influence. Quickly!"

"No..." the Emperor whispers in Hector's mind. "This one will not aid our cause. Get rid of him."

Hector scowls. Yet another reminder that he and the Emperor do not share common purpose. This is not about aiding the cause. This is about a friend who needs his help.

Extend your protection to him.

Minsc is beginning to stagger to his feet, a hoarse roar in his throat.

"Don't be foolish," the Emperor insists. There is just a hint of petulance in its mental tone - or perhaps that is Hector's imagination. "He is too unpredictable. He will only be a hindrance to us."

He's Jaheira's friend. Do it.

"No!"

Hector has never heard the Emperor's communications with him to be so deliberate, so stubborn and harsh. Is this because I rejected you? he can't help but wonder, and the thought makes his blood run cold.

"I will not be coerced into protecting him," the mind flayer snarls in his brain. "You do not see what I do - his thoughts, his mind. Pure chaos."

Hector's face must show something of this inner conflict being battled out; Jaheira is watching him intently.

"The mind flayer pours poison in your ear, I think," she snarls, as fierce as the tiger whose form she took only a few moments ago. "Tell it I will tear the Prism from your grasp and throw it in the deepest lava pit I can find! Long after our bones are dust and ash, the walls of its prison will still be burning!"

"Now HELP MY FRIEND!"

"She bluffs," the Emperor responds at once, icily, although Hector thinks he can sense a fractional hesitation. "Surely she would not risk the fate of all for one simple life."

Hector lifts his head, looks at Jaheira steadily for a long moment, and then a dry smile tugs at his lips.

I don't think you want to find out.

He can feel the Emperor recoil inside his mind, a flash of white-hot fury... and then an empty chill. "Fine," it answers harshly. "Have it your way."

Pain stabs through Hector's temple - a pain he has not felt in some time, the sharp pain that accompanied his first meetings with Lae'zel, Shadowheart, and the others back at the nautiloid crash. The pain of the deeper tadpole connection that binds them all, and binds them to the Emperor's protection.

Narrator: His mind unfolds beneath yours, a still lake pulls you down into its depths. Images flash by - battles fought, and friends fallen. His rage grows colder, burrows deeper, as a familiar face crystallizes before you.

"Jaheira..." Minsc groans. His eyes are fixed on Hector, an arrow locked on its target. "You KILLED HER!" He roars the words out, raises a fist to strike, and Hector becomes briefly and acutely aware of just how much bigger this man is than any of them--

"You are being dramatic," Jaheira says with a grin from beside him.

The effect is instantaneous. Minsc goes still except for his head snapping around to look at her.

Narrator: The instant's hesitation is enough. With a sensation of terrible rending, something vast and nameless falls away from his mind.

"There," the Emperor mutters irritably. "It is done."

The huge warrior staggers, putting a hand to his temple. A groan rolls through him like a rumble of thunder... trails off to a soft noise of confusion.

"Jaheira?" he mumbles unsteadily. "I... do not understand."

"Good," she says. Her tone is lighter than Hector has heard it before; all the muscles in her face have relaxed from a tension that he did not realize it's been holding all the time he's known her. "That means you are back to your old ways." She puts a hand gently on his arm and gestures to Hector. "We have a lot to discuss. But first... you have someone to thank."

Narrator: In the sudden silence, your minds merge once more. More memories, sensations, but passing too quickly for you to track. In the same breath, you share everything that happened to you. The nautiloid. The Absolute. The Chosen of the Dead Three.

(A/N: Once again - love the usage of the tadpole as an exposition skip button. XD )

"You." All the rage has dropped out of Minsc's voice, all sign of the darkness of the Stone Lord is gone. He is looking at Hector with frank, openhearted curiosity mixed with regretful pain. "You saved Minsc, while he danced like a mind flayer's meat-puppet. Why?"

Hector smiles slightly, jerks his head to indicate their mutual friend. "Jaheira insisted," he says gently.

"Suggested," Jaheira corrects with a soft chuckle.

Minsc laughs jovially. With the tadpole's influence quieted, it is clear to Hector that the man's natural state is a good nature as big and vigorous as his body. "You do well to heed her," Minsc says brightly. "Jaheira was very wise even *before* she was very old."

He reaches, with a gesture clearly as natural as breathing, towards his shoulder. "There is someone you must meet," he adds excitedly. "He is--" A pause. He hesitates, looks around unsteadily. "He is..."

He begins to paw frantically at the pockets of his armor, his shoulders, even the top of his head.

"Where is he?!"

With an attitude far more frantic than any he displayed in combat, Minsc turns on his heel and darts away without warning, leaving Hector standing with a bemused expression on his face.

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle #minsc #miiiiiiiiiinsc <3 #we must go find boo now #and also jaheira you are such a badass and i love you so much

[brandwhorestarscream]

Lets begin with this.

Your earthspark-morph AU is amazing. It flows so well with Dotties character and the whole idea that we never really get told why she's missing her leg; just that it was lost in battle. Also? Megs 100% would offer her a spot in the hive after that. Like, she saved 2 of his kids. The least he can do is offer her protection against the autobots, who are now undoubtedly going to kill her if she returns from the hive.

Also? I feel like the first thing that would happen after Dot and Megs negotiations would be Dot asking for Megs side of the war story. Cause she's definitely heard the Autobots side (Cons wanna take over the planet; they're all evil scum; experiment on bots for fun; yadda yadda.) She's seen all the propaganda. But she's military; she knows that's what it is. So she wants to know the other sides version. Something she would never be able to ask if not for the unique circumstances.

She learns the horrors of how morphs are treated; how the Autobots intended genocide is what kickstarted the war in the first place.

Shes shook.

Hey I'm glad you liked it!

The bots aren't gonna kill Dot tho. Why would they? It's not like they know she tried to stop the eggs from being smashed, and getting kidnapped by cybermorphs isn't exactly a crime

She is eventually gonna want to return to the surface. She has her whole life up there, family that she loves and friends she adores and a dream job as a park ranger to someday get to

She is with the hive for awhile, tho. The medical team stabilizes her, and manages to perform a proper amputation surgery to minimize the damage. It takes them awhile to make her an acceptable prosthetic: the perfect blend of cybertronian tech and cloned material harvested from her, allowing her to experience a sense of touch in her replacement limb. It moves with such precision the individual toes can wiggle. It's an engineering marvel, but ofc takes a bit of time to be fine tuned and ready for continuous use

While she's down there, she gets to know the morphs. They're... frighteningly familiar. They're so much like the autobots, so much like people, it's a wonder she had ever thought of them as monsters. They're... just people that look different. That's literally it. They laugh and have inside jokes and are actually rather affectionate with each other. They all have their place in their massive family, and the hivemind is a marvel. They don't even need to talk to each other to communicate! They treat her very well, grateful that she protected their unhatched siblings.

Speaking of said siblings! Megatron's jealously guarding them in the throne room, tucked safely in two honeycomb-like shells under constant watch from the praetorians and the queen himself. Dot is given permission to see them when she speaks with Megatron, who's also a lot more... docile, almost? Than she would have expected. Previously she'd only seen him in battle, where he was downright savage and acted entirely without mercy. But when he's comfortably at home in his hive, watching over his two eggs... he's much more quiet than she ever could have imagined. It's strange to think of him as peaceful, but that's all that really comes to mind seeing him relaxed in his throne and gently stroking the precious eggshells.

He agrees to let her return home once her leg has been fixed up. He's not keen on just letting a strange alien join his hive, though for now she is a welcome guest. He has no interest in keeping her as a pet or a companion or an unwilling prisoner. But in the days before she's ready to leave, they visit often. They talk. He tells her about his children, both living and dead. She confides in him about how she'd like to have children of her own someday but worries she never will. She asks about the war, eventually, why it started, and is shocked and horrified to hear about how awful Cybertron was for the less fortunate. Slavery isn't exactly that far away in humanity's past, and there's still inequalities based around something as trivial as "frame type" and "skin color". She can barely wrao her head around the idea of the good and honest autobots being slave drivers. She can't imagine the morphs living their entire lives in quarantine because they were considered dangerous and dirty. And then hearing that the fighting started because of an unprovoked bombing in sn attempt to genocide them--it's all too much. She's sick to her stomach, hearing all of that--those are the kinds of people she's been working with? That the government and humans as a whole were so happy to back and support?

Needless to say, when she leaves, she has every intention to resign from working with the bots, but only after giving them a piece of her mind (and maybe also blowing the whistle on them, idk I'm just rambling at this point)

#cybermorph au #dot malto #megatron

[devils-dares]

hi bestie it's me you already know 😌 can I get fluff #7 and general #2 w/ college Matty? just like,,, late night rainy shenanigans 🥰🥰🤺🤺 I will love WHATEVER you write!!! <3 mwah

i hope you enjoyed bestie mags 🥰🥰

7. "You're an idiot." "But you love me."

2. "It's pouring rain, why are you here?"

"And then he left. Just like that, Matty.” It’s been an hour since your boyfriend, well, ex-boyfriend walked out on you. Your first instinct was to curl up in a ball and cry, but you couldn’t do that to your roommate, not again at least.

“I so want to say I told you so, but that’d be mean. Listen, he’s a total dick and didn’t deserve you at all. You could do so much better.” You can hear the exasperated tone in his voice from getting a few too many breakup calls from you.

“You always say that. Always say that they don’t deserve me. Who does, Matt? Who’ll love me unconditionally?” He starts to say something, starts to reply with a name, but he stops himself before he lets it get there.

“Listen, Matt, I’ve got midterms coming up and I’ve got to study. Talk to you tomorrow?”

“Yeah of course.” You can tell he’s upset by how he ends the phone call, but you’re too upset and burnt out to care.

The lights flicker as the storm picks up. As much as you and your roommate have duct taped blankets over your windows, you can still feel the bone-chilling breeze freely flowing through. Grabbing a thicker blanket and your laptop, you cocoon yourself in your bed as you scroll through your professor’s lecture transcripts.

Eventually growing more and more frustrated with how you’re only able to focus on your breakup, you get up to grab a drink of… well, anything. You rummage through your and your roommate’s small collection of alcohol and settle on vodka. Before you could grab a glass, however, the pounding on the door makes you damn near piss your pants.

“You heard that too, right?” Your roommate asks, and you nod.

“Pass me the knife.” You say seriously.

“You’re not seriously going to open it, are you?” Before you could respond, the pounding continues.

“What if somebody needs help?” You grab the knife and head to the door. You slide the deadbolt open and crack the door just a little, seeing a soaking wet person standing on your doorstep.

“It’s me! Can you let me in?” Matt yells over the howling of the storm.

“It’s pouring rain, why are you here?” You throw the knife to the side and unlock the door, opening it fully so your friend could enter.

“You’re soaking wet, let me get you a towel.” You hurry off to the bathroom to grab one before Matt could cause any security deposit harming damage. By the time you get back, he’s shed his shoes and raincoat, hair dripping water on the floor while he’s talking to your roommate.

“Here, dry yourself off. Why are you here?” You ask.

“You sounded pretty sad on the phone, wanted to come make sure you were okay.” He dries himself off, his coat having taken the brunt of it, and then goes to sit in on your bed.

“I’m fine! I was just studying.”

“They’re lying,” your roommate retorts. “they were just about to break out the vodka before you showed up.”

“You little shit!” You throw a pillow at them.

“Anyways, I gotta go. Gonna have mind-blowing sex with my non-dickish girlfriend while you kids talk out your feelings.” Grabbing their coat, they flip you off and then walk out the door.

“So-”

“Who do I deserve, Matt? You’ve been saying that for years, starting to think it’s just a ploy to make me suck up my feelings.”

“You deserve the world. You deserve everything you’ve ever dreamt of having, and there’s not a single person on this earth who can give that to you.”

“So what, I’m going to be lonely? You have a real shitty sense of comfort, Matthew. Just say it, I’m not capable of being loved.”

“If that’s true, why am I here?”

“Y-you? No way. Not in a million years would someone like you love me.”

“Tell me one good reason why.”

“Because you’re the sweetest person! You go out of your way to help people, and you never complain. You’re strong and courageous and-”

“So what you’re telling me is that I’m all of these things and you don’t deserve me? Believe it, sweetheart. You’re absolutely capable of being loved, and you’re looking at someone who does, well, at least I hope you’re looking at me.” Matt intertwines his fingers with yours. You laugh, feeling tears rolling down your cheeks that you didn’t even know were forming.

“You’re in love with me, Matt. You love me.” You grin.

“I can’t believe it took you this long to figure it out. You’re an idiot.” He smiles, letting go of your hands to wipe the tears from your face.

“But you love me.”

“Yeah, I do.” You grip his shirt and pull him close, lips smashing together. One of his hands stays holding your face and the other slips down to hold your waist.

The two of you break away, out of breath, but still grinning.

“C’mere.” Matt pulls you into his lap.

“Say it again.” You say.

“Hm?”

“Say it.”

“I love you. I love you so much and I’d do anything to prove it to you over and over again.” His thumb runs across your bottom lip.

“Kiss me?” You ask.

“I would kiss you forever if I could.” He says before he leans in to capture your lips in another passionate haze.

#matt murdock #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock fluff #matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock x female reader #matt murdock x fem!reader #matt murdock x gn!reader #matt murdock x male!reader #matt murdock x male reader #daredevil #daredevil x you #daredevil x reader #daredevil fluff #daredevil fanfic #daredevil x female reader #daredevil x fem!reader #daredevil x gn!reader #daredevil x male!reader #daredevil x male reader #marvel #marvel fanfic #100 follower celebration #dev writes

[drdemonprince]

Yes, that explanation completely makes sense! And I’m quite comfortable with disappointing people. I know for sure that I do it all of the time. I’m no stranger to rejection, either. I’m just in a really effing weird situation where someone isn’t properly rejecting me (I am deeply familiar what rejection feels like, and this ain’t it) so I have to adapt and just like, disappoint in new, similarly uncomfortable ways.

To be honest, it’s such a strange situation that I’ve grown to enjoy the challenge of adjusting to it. I’d much rather it make sense to me, and I hope that eventually it will, but I have no control over that right now, and that’s fine. The lack of control used to be quite painful and emotionally damaging, but now it’s often quite amusing. Sometimes stuff just doesn’t make sense, y’know? Especially when people are hiding the sense from you, and they don’t owe you any explanations.

It’s like “I’ve grown accustomed to your face” and the face is just someone being disappointed 🙃 I know people cut other people out of their lives for that sort of thing, but I care about this person more than I care about their apparent disappointment, so instead of “I hate myself for loving you,” it’s “I love myself for loving you.” Does that make sense to you?

Sorry for harping on about this, like I said, it’s just a very strange situation so I appreciate opportunities to at least explain myself, since I can’t explain the other person.

Hi, thanks for writing again! I mean it sounds like you are coping very well with being interested in someone who sucks? Or isnt treating you right? that youre not harping too much on a situation thats pretty unfulfilling to you, which is great, but maybe you would be better off leaving it

Theres this stage in codependency recovery where the codependent is supposed to ask themselves "if [partner] never changes, what would i do? regardless of what this other person does, what do i need in my life to make that life worth living?" and then they go and do that.

maybe they break up w the person they were codependent to. maybe they dont. doesnt matter. the point is that they have stopped making the other person the center of their world, and theyre going out living their own life rather than making decisions based on how it would impact the other person or the relationship. pretty much the opposite of memory foaming.

i got to this place in my last serious relationship years before the relationship ended. i realized he was never gonna make more time for me, was never going to contribute to finances, was never gonna contribute to household tasks, was never gonna want quality time, was never going to want to go out with me to do any of the things i enjoyed, and was never gonna get good at messaging me back. i said to myself okay, if thats all true, and he is never going to change or ever give me what i want no matter how i act and no matter what i do for him, what do i want out of life then?

and i started going to conventions. and conferences. and mister international leather. and concerts. and book readings. i made new friends at support groups and book clubs and gaming groups. i invited people to the museum or to concerts in the park. i tried new hobbies. i made a full life all around myself instead of waiting for him to change and give anything satisfying to me. and so, by the end of it, when i dumped him i lost almost nothing except for a fantasy.

I dont know your situation but it sounds to me like you want to be okay with doing more for someone than they bring you in the relationship. And i think that kinda arrangement always has an end date. but i only hope that you arent like i was and dont stick around past that end date for years.

[millimononym]

long post?

Ok so while i do hate season 3, i do like the idea of D'jok being the one being manipulated by the seasons' main villain instead of Sinedd for once (not counting how it was done in s3, the rest of the post is gonna be completely detached from that. Actually now that i think about it after i wrote it, it's barely even about the first sentence in the post. I got carried away ok)

While it also serves as a parallel between Sinedd and D'jok(you tend to be open to being manipulated when you've lost your friends for one reason or another), it also kind of makes sense when you think about it in the context of the universe.

Like, why DID we need D'jok to relearn the "don't let the fame get to your head and don't be an asshole to your friends" thing again and again? The obvious, out of universe answer would be that the writers didn't know what to do with his character arc so they just repeated it, but that's the boring answer(though i do think it's the correct one).

Why DOES D'jok go through these constant relapses of character(which allow him to be vulnerable to manipulation in the first place)? i think an interesting concept would be that he's coping with the fact that he's unsatisfied with his life, at least later on, in season 2.

Maybe at the start, it was really just about fame getting to his head, which led to him damaging the relationship he had between him and his best friend, which led to Micro-ice running away, which snapped Djok out of it and made him rethink his values. If even his childhood friend couldn't stand his behavior anymore,so much that he'd RUN AWAY, then surely he was doing something horribly wrong. But everything turns out fine in the end and goes back to normal. Better than ever, even. His belief in fate and that he was destined to be something great is surely proven right. He's famous and rich now, he knows what happened to his biological parents, he's got a great friend group and a girlfriend who loves him. He couldn't have expected or wanted anything more.

Could he have, though? Him becoming the team captain after Rocket's disappearance in s2 was more stressful than he'd ever imagined it'd be, and he sees things in a different light while he cracks under the pressure. After four years of what seemed to be perfection, he's slipped back into his old habits again as a defense mechanism. Maybe he wasn't really that happy anymore. His friends sure weren't, and his outbursts didn't help. Not to mention his father getting framed for terrorism, and his friend becoming a completely different person than the one he once knew. But everything goes back to relative normalcy, through all the pressure, and his near death experience,the Snow Kids manage to barely get a win against the Xenons in the finale. Everyone's happy.

Except him, maybe. I imagine you tend to rethink your life when you almost die. Was all this trauma and pressure him and his friends were going through really worth it in the end? Surely it was, it had to be. He now had an adopted family, biological family, fame and money, it's all he could have dreamed of as a kid who believed in destiny on Akilian. So why wasn't he content with it? Why did he slip back into his old habits even though he logically shouldn't have, if he was happy?

Was it because what he thought to be fate wasn't as great as it once seemed? He knew this couldn't last forever. The Snow Kids were bound to lose their title eventually. If that was the case, then did it all really lead up to this? Did he really hit his peak so early? At the age of 21, or 16 even? Did he really go through all of this just to be remembered as someone who was a famous footballer at 16? Did he treat all of his friends like shit, go through all of the trauma he did, just for that? It couldn't be like that.

So he relapses to his old behavior to cope with such thoughts, which leads to tension between him and his friends and leaves him open to being a target of manipulation, especially by people who seem like they have his and his careers' best interest in mind. So instead of leaving his friends because of simple arguments, he leaves because of what was essentially a culmination of years' worth of insecurities. He eventually realizes though, hopefully for the last time, that his friends are more important to him than any idea of fame. Even though this wouldn't last forever, he's still got his friends who went through it with him together.

#ANYWAYS that was fucking cringe i dont even know if this post makes any sense cuz im writing this half asleep #This post came to me while i was brushing my teeth. Like the opposite of a shower thought #So if it's stupid blame it on that not me. #Sorry for pulling a The real treasure was the friends we made along the Way but. that's genuinely what he learns half the time isn't it? #djok #sinedd #He also gets mentioned #d'jok #ranting about gf season 3 #kind of #micro ice #micro-ice #Rocket #galactik football #long post #so if it makes no sense or is ooc im sorry (this is supposed to be the 2nd tag but mobile)

[angelmichelangelo]

Okie doke, strange request, but I have ADHD and it became really self destructive to me as a kid to the point I was causing physical damage to myself to keep my hands and senses occupied.

What would you day to a ficlet where mikey has that/ kind of giving a backstory to that one comment don makes to raph about keeping mikey occupied and not bored in like the 3rd episode in 2k3. I would love to see more of the downsides of ADHD beyond "ooh shiny, and awh brain won't compute what anyone is saying atm :("

Love literally everything you do oodles and boodles. Mwah

(sorry this one took me a while to get to! hope you enjoy!)

x

Clack, clack, clack, the sound of his knitting needles rhythmically tapping together as red yarn starts to slowly form together in perfect lines, Raph pauses only to use his forearm to push up his reading glasses that’d slipped down his beak within time.

Clack, clack, clack, he goes back to knitting, using his foot to lightly push off the floor and keep his hammock swinging.

It’s a serene moment until there’s the telltale sounds of his brothers voices booming down the hallway, breaking the very brief silence.

“—just. Leave Don alone before you actually blow something up,” comes Leo’s voice, stern and serious, followed by Mikey’s pitiful whining.

Raph’s bedroom door opens before any attempts of knocking. It was just a sibling thing.

“Hey,” Leo says in a short manner. Mikey is tucked away behind him like a child that’s been scolded. By the looks on both their faces, he’s guessing that’s the case.

“Occupy Mike for a second will you?” Leo says, less like a suggestion and more like it’s an order. “I’m training with Splinter and Don’s busy in the lab.”

Mikey shuffles in, looking rather put out. Raph doesn’t blame him; being treated like some bad dog that’s been chewing furniture.

“Fine,” Raph says, not even bothering to set his work down. He peers over the tops of his spectacles towards his younger brother. “Make yourself at home.”

Mikey does exactly that, sinking into the beanbag chair that’s usually reserved for him, Leo leaves without another word, shutting the door behind him gives Mikey the opportunity to start his bitching.

“I didn’t even do anything!” He squawks, flapping his arms up in the air. He turns to Raph for a reaction. “They treat me like I’m some big, giant toddler that can’t be trusted.”

Raph snorts a laugh. He keeps on knitting. “To be fair you do kinda have a track record for making a mess when you’re bored,” he says with a completely straight face.

Mikey slumps further into a beanbag chair with a phiss. “S’not my fault,” he says with an audible pout. “They just can’t keep up with how my brain works.”

Raph’s eyes dart from his handiwork towards his brother. “You need something to slow down?” He asks, a twitch at his brow ridge.

Mikey crosses his arms. Then uncrosses them.

“Please,” he says eventually.

Raph sets his needles down and hangs off the side towards his bedside table. For the most part it isn’t in the slightest bit organized. But his hands brush against familiar yarn and he pulls it out, throwing it in Mikey’s direction.

“Remember where we left off last time?” He asks.

Mikey unravels the end — it’s orange, of course, his fingers working the frayed edges with careful dedication.

“Uh. Kinda.”

That was code for no.

“Here.” Raph passes him his spare needles. “Pencil style, yeah?”

Mikey struggles for a moment; Raph doesn’t blame him what with the nature of their fingers, knitting needles weren’t really made with them in mind, but his brother is able to get the hang of it, his face breaking into a grin once he’s figured it out, showing it off to Raph with pride.

“Good,” he tells him with a curt nod of his head. “Take the yarn in your right hand, without dropping anything.” He pauses as he gives Mikey time to get it right. “Use those fingers to wrap it round the needle. That’s it.”

Mikey takes it slow, listening to everyone of Raph’s steady instructions, he’s able to get an entire line done within the half hour mark.

Raph’s own little project has gone forgotten, sat pooling in his lap as he starts guiding Mike with little tricks and ideas to help him.

“Dad said this way is the easiest because you basically throw the yarn over the needle. There’s nothin’ fancy ‘bout it, really.”

Mikey hums. He stretches his arms out to admire his handiwork, albeit a little wonky and misshapen in some spaces, he seems proud enough of what he’s achieved here today.

“It’s cool,” Mikey tells him, a grin taking up most of the space on his face. “It helps. A lot.”

Raph hums in response. He’d taken up the hobby some time ago, when he’d get so in his head about his temper. At first he’d scoffed at the thought of sitting down and knitting because wasn’t that like, for little old ladies?

But it’d been an excellent balm for his over-exercised mind. And in the past coming weeks, Raph had noticed that it’d had the same effect on his youngest brother.

Mikeys sat in the beanbag still, twirling a frayed end of orange yarn around one of his fingers when he asks in a small, timid, voice,

“I don’t think… Leo and Don get it. Y’know.”

Raph knows exactly.

“Yeah well.” Raph says briskly. He gently removes his glasses and folds them into his palm. “Jokes on them cos come winter, we’ll both be living it up in big fancy scarves and sweaters, huh?”

Mikey snorts a laugh. “That’s true.” He looks at his creation once more, his smile failing to falter. “Though at my rate it might be in the next ten winters, dude.”

Raph shrugs his shoulders. “Ten winters or not. You’re still sticking to it. You’ll get there.”

Mikey smiles at him. Then, all that warmth and uncharacteristic ooey gooey feeling stuff is swiftly replaced with full mirth.

“Yeah, I mean, if you managed to hack it, Raph, then I’m sure I can.”

Raph deadpans waving his needles at him. “These still count as weapons, Mike. Be warned.”

Mikey sinks into the beanbag like he isn’t going to move anytime soon. Raph is glad for it. A little chattery company whilst he knits isn’t so bad.

“Yeah, yeah,” he says through a grin. “Big softie.”

#as per usual this will be posted to ao3 :) #ask #anon #tmnt fic #tmnt fanfic #tmnt fanfiction #tmnt 2k3

[smartycvnt]

in character

pairing: charlotte flair x reader

prompt: "if i ask you to kiss me in front of all these people will you do it?"

If there was one thing you had learned, it was that nobody put in the effort that Charlotte did. She wanted to be the face of the women's division for as long as she could, and she did that she could to stay on top. You had watched most of it from the sidelines, but then your own career started to move forward and you were right there next to her. You learned firsthand the kinds of sacrifices that Charlotte made to be the best, and you hated it.

Image was everything to Charlotte, even more than your relationship at times. Sneaking around was a hassle, one that you were put through more often than not. Charlotte had you constantly jumping through hoops to keep your relationship a secret. Charlotte Flair didn't have friends, so it didn't make sense for the two of you to be seen hanging around each other.

"Y/n?" Charlotte called out as she neared the little hideaway spot that she had told you to meet her at. You hopped down from the crate you'd been sitting on and pulled Charlotte towards you. "Hi."

"Hey." You pressed a kiss to her cheek. Charlotte shook her head a little and pressed a kiss to your lips. You relaxed into it, opening your mouth just enough for her tongue to slip past your lips. Kissing Charlotte was literally your favorite thing in the world. If you had to pick between wrestling and kissing Charlotte, you'd pick Charlotte.

"Char, are you back here?" Bayley asked as she walked towards the two of you. Charlotte jumped away from you as quickly as she could. You clenched your jaw as you turned your back to the two of them. Tonight they'd be debuting as a team of sorts, out to make Liv's run as a champion a little difficult. You'd be the one who would come to Liv's aid when they went out to attack her, pitting you directly against Charlotte in the storyline.

"Hey Bay," Charlotte greeted. Bayley didn't seem to notice you, so you snuck away from Charlotte. They talked out whatever storyline thing they needed to while you went to find Liv. About 20 minutes later, you were waiting for your music to hit so that you could come to Liv's rescue.

Charlotte focused her fury on Liv while Bayley turned to take care of you. You tossed the Role Model out of the ring and pulled Charlotte off of Liv. The two of you had a lot of chemistry in the ring, which the WWE Universe knew already. Getting Charlotte out of there took more effort than Bayley had. The two of you put on a little show, but eventually you came out victorious. Charlotte had done a number on you though.

"You okay?" Liv asked as she came to stand next to you. Charlotte and Bayley were retreating backstage while you and Liv watched. You turned to look at your new ally and nodded.

"I'm fine." Your tone was a little short, but Liv knew it wasn't about her. In the ring, you couldn't let onto Charlotte having hurt your feelings with Bayley. Instead, you just wiped the blood from your mouth on the back of your hand. "Charlotte got me pretty good."

"Let's go," Liv said as she walked you out of the ring. Backstage, there was someone already waiting with a little rag for you to wipe your mouth. Charlotte and Bayley were talking to each other, but Charlotte's attention was immediately drawn to you once you were through the curtains. "Good luck."

"Thanks," you muttered as Charlotte approached you. You took a deep breath and pulled the rag away from your face so that Charlotte could see the damage.

"Shit," Bayley said as she looked at the bloodied cloth. Charlotte sent her a glare, which caused the other woman to shrink back a bit. "Are you okay Y/n?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Nothing I can't handle," you told her. Charlotte tilted your head down a little and winced as she saw the severity of your busted lip. "Don't bother, I'm fine."

"I really think you should get that checked out," Charlotte said. You brushed her off and moved past her. She let you get a few feet away before chasing after you. "Hey, did I do something wrong? Other than in the ring, which I am sorry about."

"Don't get too close, we can't have anyone thinking you like me," you said harshly. Charlotte sighed, knowing exactly what this was about. "Seriously, we can't ruin the story Flair."

"Don't be like this," Charlotte told you. She stepped into your personal space and looked down at you. "You know damn well that I love you."

"If I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?" you asked her. Charlotte clammed up a bit and stepped back. "I didn't think so. You know, I think I'm gonna try to room with Lacey tonight."

"Hey, no!" Charlotte yelled as you started to walk away from her again. You stopped, but only in surprise from the outburst. There were eyes on both of you now, but Charlotte still leaned forward and kissed you. It was exactly what you had wanted, but both of you realized quickly after your hiss of pain that it was a mistake.

"Ouch, shit," you swore as you held your hand up to cover your lip.

"Get your ass to medical so I can kiss you later," Charlotte told you. This time, you listened to her instead of going to the locker room to sulk. A few people were watching you as you walked off, but you didn't pay them any mind. Especially since you got to room with Charlotte like you planned and didn't have to seek out Lacey.

#charlotte flair #charlotte flair imagines #charlotte flair imagine #charlotte flair x reader #wwe #wwe x reader #wwe imagine #wwe imagines

[wilchur]

1, 7 and 11 for the durge ask thingy :^〕

I went a bit off with these ones nonnie, I'm so sorry... But you asked for it! So here it is

1. What circumstances led to your Dark Urge becoming their Class/Subclass?

The sorcerer part is easy -- a gift from dad. Since he’s an invoker (I modded the Divine Soul subclass into the game, but there’s genuinely dialogue that implies that Durge’s sorcery is of divine origin so…) there’s not much more to it than that, that part of his power comes straight from his heritage. As for Paladin though… it’s a bit of a story. I imagine he started out as an Oath of Devotion (or if I had the entire 5e roster to choose from, Redemption maybe? Since that would hit close to home for him) paladin in a loose service of The Triad when he was young, but that oath did not last long. He was barely 21 or so when Bhaal decided he’s had enough of that whole “I’m better than the whispers of slaughter carried by my blood” charade, and forced his hand by unleashing the Slayer upon Ezra’s paladin order. That itself did not break the oath since he had no choice in the matter, but coming to his senses and finding everyone he knew so shredded their state could barely be classified as solid anymore, stripped Ezra of all the hope and lead him to break the oath by swearing allegiance to Bhaal and eventually becoming High Primate of his temple. He had no reason not to become an Oathbreaker at that point (“Sure, why not. What more damage could some more dark power shoved up my ass do, might as well start a collection” essentially) and he’s been one ever since. He doesn’t remember it of course so he doesn’t really seek to reclaim the oath he lost over a 100 years ago and it’s not like he really believes in the tenets anyway, not anymore. Oathbreaker suits him just fine.

7. Did your Dark Urge recall any childhood memories? If yes, how do they feel about the revelations? If no, was it by choice or lack of options?

He did eat the Noblestalk and I switched some stuff around to have that be the trigger for the memory of murdering his foster parents. He did not like that much obviously, but the memory was so brief and there was so much other shit going on he really did not have the brainpower to dwell or process it properly. However! I like the idea of his memories, especially the really deeply buried pre-Bhaal ones, being more triggerable than they are in the game. Those show up for Ezra a few times once the party arrives in Baldur’s Gate and are mostly tied to the ilmatari temple. I’m not gonna go much into detail about what they are because I’m still ironing that out and don’t wanna spoil the eventual fic, but those are the pleasant ones. They both deliver the painful truth -- “Was I sweet once?” No, you were not, but that’s okay – and the balm to soothe the burn in the form of there being people who cared about him anyways. It’s something he needs a lot at that point in the story and is very grateful to remember.

11. What motivates your Dark Urge to either embrace or resist the Urge?

I don’t really follow a straight embrace/resist path with Ezra just as I don’t separate him into different people before and after the tadpole. He’s the same person who fucked corpses and ate babies, the person who crowned an elderbrain and stood by a megalomaniac tyrant’s side knowing full well that the man’s climb to power will be paved with corpses. Lobotomy did not suddenly make him a good person. He’s still selfish, he’d still rather result to cruelty if it’s the easiest option, he enjoys the rush of ecstasy that makes his breath tremble when he’s nearly elbow deep in someone’s chest cavity... But he does not remember being stripped of the hope that he can be more than that, if that makes sense? When he resists the Urge it’s not because he would not enjoy breaking a paralysed girl’s legs like twigs or smile feeling the energy in the air shift as a child breathes her last laying on cold stone floor, he knows he would love it. But what does that make him? A monster, nothing more. And maybe that’s what he is, a wretched thing, but there are these people around him now, that look at him much different than he sees himself and he likes that even more than he enjoys wrecking mindless carnage. There’s no Gortash (who he might not remember, but the echo is still there) who saw him as a person even at his worst, he doesn’t know how they’d react to seeing what he really is so he does not let them. If they were not present, he probably would not bother to deny himself. The same way if explicitly given permission or encouraged to, he will a 100% go wild. Stuff like Astarion telling him to nibble on goblin toes or Shadowheart encouraging him to take over for lousy torturers will have Ezra hold his breath in excitement and comply most eagerly. But while he does not give a flying fuck about hurting strangers, because of them seemingly genuinely caring about him in their own ways, he really does not want to hurt any of the companions no matter what the Urge whispers in his ear. They’re the only people that are off limits.

Still, there’s someone that dies during the events of Ezra’s post-tadpole story that while not a death he himself caused, consciously or otherwise, is very much something that he could’ve prevented and so its weight gets put on his shoulders to bear anyway. That causes a bit of a shift in him, the guilt makes him go from resisting the Urge because he wants to conceal it to resisting it because he’s had enough and is tired of being defined by it. He even starts going a bit out of his way to save people when in the past he would’ve just left them to die because he realises that every death he does not prevent might as well be intentional, just because of the nature of who he is. Does that mean he stands up to Bhaal as a true resist Durge would? Fuck no. Selfish, remember? And scared. By the time he reaches Bhaal’s altar he’s seen what happens to the souls he claims, they are bound forever into his servitude as echoes of themselves. That’s something Ezra can’t bring himself to accept, just as he can’t bring himself to let Bhaal kill him and leave all his friends behind while there’s still an elderbrain they’re bound to fight. He’ll die, he’ll have to if he wants to be free, but that requires it to be on his own terms. Not upon Bhaal’s damn altar in his godsdamned temple, you know? So the Urge he might resist, but he doesn't have as much of a drive and courage to outright deny his heritage, no matter the consequence. Not until the end.

#bg3 #durge ask game #durge spoilers #the dark urge #bg3:ezra