#trigger warnings apply

[sandgambler]

So I made another ttte edit cause I was bored, I hope you all like it

song: The Bottom 2 - GLORB — — — — — — — — — — — (so light trigger warning for flashing lights/colours, some eye strain here and there, fast moving images, and also swearing and references to drugs, Idk how bad it is but better safe than sorry)

#ttte #ttte fandom #thomas and friends #thomas the tank engine #ttte percy #ttte thomas #ttte edward #ttte james #ttte henry #ttte gordon #ttte diesel 10 #ttte edit #henry the green engine #gordon the express engine #james the red engine #edward the blue engine #percy the small engine #Maybe eye strain so be warned #trigger warnings in post #trigger warnings apply

[undertakerslxt]

Could you do a continuation of wash my mouth out? Or maybe a version of the story for undertaker.

If you aren't comfortable with it or just don't want to I totally understand.

title; even when the night changes

warnings; mentions of the reader's suicide

character; undertaker

song inspo; night changes

word count; <600

note; i loved this request. thank you for sending this in <3 i imagine undertaker would want to take care of you, and then grieve privately, but you know him too well to not follow him. also, this is not beta read!

❝ There's nothing to be afraid of. Even when the night changes, it will never change me and you.❞

Loving him was like loving a ghost. Loving him was like loving the memory of a happier time, something you could hold but not quite grasp fully. He was from a different world, a different time. He was everything you'd wanted, but even so close, you could never fully have him. There would always be a part of him that belonged to the world he'd told you about, one he sounded like he regretted joining.

He spoke of it in late nights under sheets, arms holding you close, and voice pained. How he had come to be a reaper, and how he had discovered how twisted such an existence was. Why he had left, why he was so desperate to find some way to make it more meaningful. Though he never said it, you could hear his desperation to protect you from his world, too. He only wanted you happy, but he wasn't. Not entirely.

You only wanted to be with him, until time ended and the world crumbled to dust. You just wanted him to be happy too.

So - you had joined him in his forbidden world.

That was the only way to fully understand him. Fully have him. It was peaceful, drifting off under the cover of darkness, shadows lulling you to sleep.

You thought he'd be happy you had joined him.

And yet, when you stepped through the door of his shop, eyes glowing faintly green and yellow, his smile dropped. The air shifted, the cold deepened, and you could hear nothing but the heaving breath from his chest. The panicked, suppressed breathing of a man grieved and terrified. One trembling hand lifted, dropped back down. Though his bangs covered his eyes, you saw a tear roll down his cheek.

Why?

His question lingered in the air, scared and saddened and broken. Why, why why. You could give a thousand reasons, but only one suited this moment.

For you. I could not bear to leave you alone in this.

His lips parted, his chest heaved with his breathing. Black nails dug into the wood of his desk, knuckles white.

You had more to live for than me. You have thrown it all away.

But I love you.

He came towards you, movements slow. Pained. Cool hands cupped your cheeks, lifted your face so your eyes meet. Chartreuse to chartreuse. He trembled, for one of the only times in his immortal life words having failed him. What does he say to you now? There is no turning back, no reversing this mistake.

I never wished this on you.

You smiled softly, touched his cheek. It is okay. I am happy now.

He wished to believe that. He wanted to. So, so desperately, he wanted to believe this would be okay. But when he is alone later, pale moonlight illuminating him in a dark street somewhere close to his shop, he screams in rage, in grief. You are sleeping, resting from your ordeal and he cannot disturb you.

And yet the Undertaker breaks utterly.

He screams until he cannot anymore, scythe tearing through cobblestone and brick. He screams until his voice gives out, and he can only drop to his knees and sob, uncaring what passerbys may see. He sobs until his vision darkens, and his chest constricts, and his eyes are red contrasting with his green irises. He does not even flinch when he feels your arms encircling his shoulders, when your lips press a kiss to his temple.

We can be together forever now, my love.

#angst #heartwrenching angst #this hurts #undertaker x reader #black butler #black butler x reader #kuroshitsuji #kuroshitsuji x reader #adrian crevan #adrian crevan x reader #twa #trigger warnings apply #depression

[elevenharbor]

“Are you the strongest because you’re Gojo Satoru?” (⚠️SPOILER + TRIGGER WARNING⚠️)

Gojo reflects on his last conversation with Geto. He’s hurt. And hurting. i cried.

Gege-sama, we need to talk. 🤜

CW: character death

“Are you the strongest because you’re Gojo Satoru?”

“Or does being the strongest make you Gojo Satoru?”

“If I were able to become you…”

“This foolish idea would become a lot more grounded and real, don’t you think?”

“I’ve decided how I want to live my life”

“Now it’s just a matter of doing the best I can to achieve that.”

#eleven's doodles #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #satoru gojo #geto suguru #fan art #my art #jjk fanart #jjk spoilers #trigger warnings apply #spoiler alert #fanart #jjk gojo #jjk geto #jjk art #jjk anime #suguru geto #gojo satoru #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu geto #jujutsu sorcerer #呪術廻戦 #rip my heart out #cw: character death

[thegoodshit-ficrecs]

But I deserve it (I deserve it all)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54837724

Title: But I deserve it (I deserve it all) Author: Shikoku (No Tumblr Located) Rating: Not Rated Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender Locked/Unlocked

Completed- 1 Chapter Published- March 30, 2024

Additional Tags:                                  

Zuko-centric (Avatar)

Child Abuse

Zuko's Scar (Avatar)

Partially Blind Zuko (Avatar)

Scars

Abusive Ozai (Avatar)

Iroh is a Good Uncle (Avatar)

the abuse is much worse than it is in canon

Sorry Not Sorry

Zuko (Avatar) Needs a Hug

Angst

Angst with a Happy Ending

Zuko Has Issues (Avatar)

no beta we die like jet

Partially Deaf Zuko (Avatar)

Summary:  

By the time he turns 13, Zuko knows how to care for scars better than most people in the Fire Nation army.

#trigger warnings apply #angst #hurt/comfort #one shot #avatar the last airbender #avatar #atla #jet/zuko #zuko/sokka #fanfiction #fanfiction reccomendations

[queen-of-boops]

Written for the monthly prompt on r/LITGfanfiction: write a fic with spooky elements.

Fic Summary:

It was supposed to be just another film for Rafi, but it ended up being anything but.

Word count: 5,304

Read on ao3.

Tag list: @alex-is-my-sexy-handyman @kunepie @0shewrites0

#litg #litg ff #litg fanfic #litg fanfiction #litg fanfics #litg rafi #litg season 3 #prompt fic #trigger warnings apply

[athenadione]

at the edge of the precipice, chapter 9

I'm just gonna leave this here... (trigger warnings, read the full story in a03).

The wind blows through her hair, tickling her cheek as the waves crash a few feet in front of her. Jason runs wildly after a giggling Stephanie, mudpies in hand, kicking up sand as he gains momentum. 

“Jason, don’t you fucking dare!” She yells over her shoulder.

The look in Jason’s eyes would have made her feel uneasy a month ago. Instead, amusement twinkles in them as she watches it hit the young blonde’s back with a resounding splat. 

A few howls and curses later, they’re both racing to the ocean to join Kori who’s already been in the water for at least an hour. Raven has no doubt that her toes are wrinkled. That thought has her own nose crinkling in disapproval. 

“Something wrong Raven?” Damian asks beside her on the towel he had laid out for them earlier, its coverage provided by the large royal blue umbrella he had dug, then pierced into the sand. 

One corner of her mouth quirks upwards as she spreads out her feet, “I was just thinking about how wrinkled Kori’s toes must be by now. I’m almost afraid to look at them when she gets out.” 

Damian lets out a chuckle, a heat sizzling low in her stomach at the guttural noise. “I can promise you Kori doesn’t care. She hasn’t stopped talking about this trip since father told her about it a week ago.” 

Raven’s smile softens, “She deserves a nice vacation. You all do.” 

“We all do, Raven.”

Right, we. Pulling the sleeve of her kimono back up over her shoulder, the smile on her lips fade as she falls deeper into thought. She doesn’t tell Damian that she doesn’t believe she deserves any of this kindness—or that she still doesn’t feel like she’s a part of the group. 

“I’m surprised that Bruce even planned a trip for us to go to the beach,” Raven ponders aloud, “I wasn’t sure he even knew what a vacation was.” Glancing sideways, she catches Damian’s own smile fading into a scowl. 

“He sent us here for more than just a vacation. I think he sent us away for a reason,” he admits to her, eyes narrowing as he looks to the sea straight ahead, “and when we get back I’m going to find out why.” 

So Damian’s in the dark just as much as she is. Turning her gaze back to the ocean as well, she briefly wonders if Jason or Kori have any idea what Bruce may or may not be scheming behind their backs. 

The bat family’s always been too good at keeping secrets. 

She wonders what secrets they’ve all been keeping from her, and apparently Damian too. 

“Hey Raven, Damian, we need one more player for cornhole, either of you down?” Stephanie yells across the sand to them. Raven looks up to see Kori practicing with the bags in her hand. The first one goes over by a long shot, leaving Jason to chase after it. 

From her left Damian gives her a questioning look, raising a brow in wait of her answer. She responds with a small smile, “You go have fun,” She waves a hand in the direction of his family “looks like Kori might need your help.” 

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” He asks, clearly worried to leave her, even if they’re just playing a few feet away. 

“Yes,” She huffs, “You’ve already worried about me too much, I’ll be fine.”

“Alright,” He says with reluctance, moving to stand, “You’ll let me know if you need anything?” 

“Of course.” 

“Hurry up bat brat, me and Kori are ready to kick your ass!” 

Damian rolls his eyes, flashing her a final smile before turning to join the rest of them. Raven releases a sigh, settling back into her beach chair while digging her toes in the sand. 

The truth is she feels like she needs the time alone. The decision to keep what happened yesterday a secret is already beginning to wear on her, and she’s wondering if telling Damian would be better. She chews her bottom lip, watching Damian warm up with a few tosses. 

Clearly they’ve all played before, but Raven’s never seen Damian play anything. 

Well, that isn’t exactly true. She remembers a time before when everything was easier and one of the first times they had really bonded was over ring toss at the fair…

Except that memory is a blur to her now, wiped away by stains of maroon as dark as the curtains surrounding the booth they played at. If she concentrates enough she can still taste the metallic bitterness of her own blood as she bites her lip over and over while stepping over fire, ash and debris, and so many bodies—

Kori’s cry of delight startles her. Raven blinks hard at the noise, then lets go of shaky breath. With clumsy hands she reaches over to the cooler to pull out a bottle of water before placing it at her neck, holding it there. The coolness seeps into skin slickened with sweat, placing her more firmly in this reality. 

What was it that Consantine told me to do when this happens?

Right. Five things that I can see. 

Her eyes venture towards the ocean. She sees Steph, running after a cornhole bag. Jason with his bright watermelon trunks taking a short pee break in the water. A seagull flies above them all, cawing rather obnoxiously. Kori doing… some kind of new viral dance she knows she told her about before but wasn’t really listening. And Damian…

He’s getting ready for another throw, feeling the cornhole bag with his fingers to find the perfect hold. With an easy smirk on his face he plants his feet in the sand and readies his toss. A burst of wind blows by them, ruffling his hair, but he’s focused on the board in front of him.

She watches his muscles flex as he draws his arm back. Then with a steady toss the sand bag lands and slides across the board before sinking straight in the hole, all in one fluid movement. 

Kori claps, as Damian looks over. Their eyes meet. Raven gives him a smile, if a bit forced, but not wanting to raise concern. 

She breaks eye contact first with another uneasy breath. 

Keep going. Four things I can feel. 

One, obviously her toes in the sand. She wiggles them anyway for emphasis. The water bottle, now at her collar bone. The silk of her kimono sliding off her shoulder, and her back against the beach chair. Her breaths are becoming easier, more measured.

Okay, three things I can hear. 

The seagull is still cawing. Waves crashing. Music, somewhere in the distance—near the pier. 

Great, two things I can smell.

She breathes in deep, focusing on the scents in the air. Sea salt, and… sunscreen. She remembers now she had lathered up earlier. 

One thing I can taste. 

She unscrews the caps of her water bottle and takes a sip, relishing in the way it cools her throat. 

It surprises her how much it grounds her. Before she hadn’t even cared enough to try. At least now she can pull herself out of her episodes. For the most part anyway. 

“Raven?” Damian is suddenly just a few steps away from her with furrowed brows. Behind him the others gaze over in their direction with concern, “Are you alright?”

“I’m fi—” she stops herself, reminded of their earlier conversation. The anguish that had been in his eyes, wanting to do whatever he could to help her—devastated that she had been shutting him out. She takes a shallow breath and tries again. 

“I had a flashback…” she admits, one hand gripping the arm of her chair tightly, “but I think I’m out of it now. You guys can keep playing.” 

“Do you need someone to stay with you?” he prods gently, his piercing green eyes never leaving hers. 

“No, I think I’ll be okay now, I promise.” 

Damian gives her a look that tells her he’s not convinced. “Why don’t you come play with us? I’ll show you how to throw, and it will be good for you to get up for a few minutes.”

She considers his suggestion, then gives him the barest hint of a smile, “I’d hate to make you lose against Jason. He’ll never let you live it down if you do.” 

“That’s a risk I’m willing to take,” he throws back at her, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. 

A burst of wind blows through his curly strands when he stretches out his hand. After hesitating another moment, she relents and uncurls her hand to place it in his. 

“Maybe just for a few minutes,” she says. So this Damian likes cornhole, maybe she should do her due diligence by trying to learn a game he enjoys. 

He gives her a smile of approval and she shoves down the feeling of warmth and satisfaction in favor of stoicism. As much as she wants to lean into him and all that this reality has to offer she hesitates—because it still feels like it can all be torn away from her at any moment. 

Another wind of salty air gently blows away those thoughts as Damian’s hand tightens around hers while the other reaches around her waist to help her stand. Raven’s used to his touch by now and accepts his help graciously, even if a little unnerved by how much energy it’s taking her just to stand. 

Wiggling her toes in the sand for a moment, she uses her feet to push up, ignoring the slight wave of dizziness and black splotches in her vision. She blinks it all back, intent on making it out to the edge of the water, to where the sand is harder and wet. 

Damian lets go of her but stays within arms reach, ever patient with the time it takes her to get her bearings. 

Don’t be ridiculous, we’re just walking. This shouldn't be a big deal right? 

So why does it feel like she’s running a marathon? 

Stop being so weak and pathetic.

“Hey Raven! Have you come to save us? We’re losing by two points, and if we sink this next toss we’ll be ahead by one!” Steph yells over at her with a wave as both Kori and Jason give her matching smiles. 

“Hey sunshine, got so bored you decided to come over just to get your ass beat too?” he waggles his brows at her over his sunglasses, laughing when Damian kicks sand up at him, 

“The game’s not over yet Jason. Anything can happen.”

“Mhmm sure, and Santa Claus could be real.” 

“Ignore him Raven, don’t let him fool you! He’s as much a piss-poor loser as he is a winner,” Steph calls out ahead of them, sticking her tongue out when Jason flips her off. 

“O-kay,” Damian cuts them both off when they reach their board, “the goal is to get all of our bags in the hole if you can, and if not then on the board. It’s one point if it lands on the board, three if it lands in the hole…”

Damian demonstrates by tossing a bag, everyone watching as it hits the board, sliding straight up and dropping right in. Jason curses as Steph laughs. 

“The first team to get exactly twenty-one points wins, but the other team's points will cancel out yours. So whoever gets more at the end of the round wins that round and gets to throw first.” 

Raven watches as Steph begins to reset the board, taking out all the cornhole bags and separating by their respective colors before handing Kori hers. 

“Jason likes to sabotage. There’s a good chance that if you have two or more bags on the board that Jason will throw away one of his to try and knock them all off,” Damian says. 

“Just the way the game rolls sweetcheeks. You could do the same to mine,” Jason shrugs. 

Damian ignores him, “Right now we have twenty points and Jason and Kori have nineteen. Since I won that round, Steph will start the round next and Kori will go after, but you take turns after each throw.” 

“But you can’t go over twenty-one or else you have to start all the way back at thirteen!” Steph yells. 

“I think I understand,” Raven chews her lower lip, “maybe I’ll watch a round or two first.” 

“Take all the time you need, just let me know when you’d like to try,” Damian responds in earnest, “It’s Steph and Kori’s turn now so we get a short break.” 

Raven nods, turning to watch the others and wraps an arm around herself. The sound of crashing waves to her left gains her attention and she looks out across the ocean again. Allowing her mind to drift, it takes her somewhere different this time. Back to the memory she seemed to inherit when she and Damian had kissed here for the first time. Even now she recalls the way his lips felt on her own and the way her heart leapt in her chest when he had wrapped his arms around her to pull her closer. 

Those same arms had caught her when she had fallen after teleporting to Nanda Parbat. They were strong and confident and had held her when she was at her weakest. 

They had carried her off the beach, all the way up to the bedroom without hesitation. 

Raven blinks, turning back to the group and catching Damian’s eyes. He gives her a gentle smile that she tries her best to return. 

He doesn’t even know that he’s carrying her now—the weight of her burdens and her past. 

“Ready to try? Kori just won the game so we can practice for fun,” Damian says, holding out a rainbow bean bag. 

Raven reaches out for it, “I might need some help with my stance,” she says, gesturing for Damian to assist.

“Of course, stand here,” he points to a spot beside the corn hole board, then drags a foot by making a line in the sand, “and try not to go past this line when you toss.” 

She obliges, and Damian slowly eases a hand on her hip. His touch sends a warmth through her body that makes her cheeks heat, and she’s thankful that Damian isn’t able to see her face right now. He steps behind her, his chest brushing against her back as he guides her arm back. 

When he freezes Raven looks back at him with concern, her heart jumping in her chest—but he shakes his head just as fast and looks down at her, 

“The hardest part is gauging how much of an arch you need in your throw to get it to land on the board right,” he says. 

As he continues to guide her throw Raven realizes that Damian knows a lot about cornhole. 

“How do you know all of this?” she asks as they wind back their throw together. 

“Richard taught me,” he says, voice low in her ear, “this isn’t the first time I’ve been sent away by father on a vacation.” 

She believes him. 

When she lets go of the bag it goes flying into the air, landing right in the middle of the board with a splat. 

“Looks like you’re a natural,” Damian says, and Raven can hear the pride in his voice. She refuses to acknowledge the faint blush adorning her face. She also notices that Damian hasn’t stepped away. 

“Actually, it feels like I’ve done this before…” she says, then twists backwards to look at him, “have I?” 

Damian’s brows furrow, “... we’ve played a few times before…” he looks up and past her, unseeing, “we usually played as a team against Kori and Richard.” 

Something about his words feels familiar—like there’s something out there just beyond her reach. A piece of knowledge or truth that she hasn’t quite unveiled. If she could just focus on it… 

It slips away before she can chase it, like sand falling through her fingers. 

“Thank you for teaching me—again,” she adds without thought, caught by the way his eyes bore into hers with a sudden intensity that nearly takes her breath away. 

“Raven…” Damian’s eyes search hers, looking for something she’s not sure she can give. She holds her breath as he seems to be at war with himself, fighting over what he wants to tell her.

 “... you don’t have to thank me,” he says after a moment. 

She wonders if she should push him into telling her what he really wanted to say. She wonders if she even wants to know. 

In the end, she decides to let it go. 

“Alright,” she says instead, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. 

“Come on, let’s head back for some lunch,” he says, reaching out his hand. 

Raven doesn’t say anything, but she does place her hand in his, marveling at how well it fits. He squeezes hers reassuringly, and together they walk back towards their beach chairs and umbrella. 

The entire way there Raven struggles with how none of this feels real anymore. 

.

“How about a group walk on the beach tonight?” Kori asks everyone at dinner, which is really more of a charcuterie board than anything. Veggies and fruits, cheeses and crackers and other light snacks fill the entire table. Damian had spent about half an hour setting it all up. 

Steph crunches down on a baby carrot and gives her a thumbs up.

“Yeah that sounds good to me, I’m always down for a starry night stroll,” Jason says beside her, popping a strawberry in his mouth. 

“What about you two?” Kori asks, her attention now on Raven and himself. 

Damian looks over to Raven, catching the slight pique of interest in her eyes and resists a smile, “Yeah, I think it’s a good idea,” he replies.

“Great!” Kori claps her hands together, “it’ll be so fun!” 

Damian doesn’t know how fun walking will be, but he’s sure he’ll enjoy spending time with Raven. 

Although he can’t help but feel worried for her. He knows something has been off for awhile now and he can’t quite place what it is. There’s this feeling of foreboding that he can’t shake, and as long as he’s been a vigilante he knows it’s something he shouldn’t ignore. 

He also has a feeling that Bruce has the rest of the pieces to the puzzle, and that Raven is undoubtedly in the middle of it all. 

Damian decides to busy himself with cleaning the kitchen. He’s always been good at working with his hands and it helps him focus on his thoughts. 

What he doesn’t count on is Raven staying behind to help him. 

“What can I do?” she asks him. He watches as one foot shifts behind her other one in an attempt to stop her slight fidgeting. Damian gives her a warm smile to try and put her more at ease. 

“You could help wipe down the table,” he hands her a wet cloth, “I’m going to put up the rest of the leftovers. 

Raven nods, seemingly pleased to have a task and gets to work. Damian watches her start at the messiest spot—Steph’s seat, of course. 

It takes him back to another time when they would often clean together after Alfred’s dinners. Splashing water from the sink at each other whenever one of them would be put on dish duty while the other would sneak a shot in retaliation with the dish towel, rolled up in spite. 

Her rare laugh after their war would fill the kitchen, and it usually ended with him unable to resist trapping her against the counter. 

That memory is hazier now, though he still remembers the way his lips would slide against hers before she opened her mouth to him eagerly. 

He shuts it out.

The rest of the cleaning is done in silence, which he’s grateful for. Raven’s always allowed him time and never pressured him to talk. Like him, she often opted for solitude. He’s not quite sure what he would say to her right now anyway. He doesn’t want to address his concerns until he’s more confident about what’s going on. 

“We’ll be outside waiting!” Kori calls after them.

Damian finishes while Raven goes upstairs to change. He’s putting the last plate in the dishwasher when she comes back down. She’s wearing a t-shirt and jean shorts with her hair pulled up in a ponytail. 

He frowns at her, then gestures towards the couch where he had taken off his hoodie—not wanting to get the sleeves wet from cleaning, “You might get cold outside from the wind, take my sweatshirt just in case.” 

She looks like she might protest, and he expects her too, but she must think better of it because she does as he says and pulls it over her head. He swallows a smile, because it’s always a pretty sight to see her in his clothes, and turns back to start the dishwasher. Raven stays quiet, drifting towards the door where the others are. 

“Ready?” he asks when he’s finally done, walking over to join her. She nods, then walks out when he opens the door for them.

The short walk to the ocean is just as quiet, save for the methodic crashing of waves and the ongoing conversations of the others ahead of them. The moon is full and bright and it casts an ethereal glow against the water. 

They had decided to walk to the pier, about a mile away, and Damian isn’t sure that Raven would be able to make the walk. He’s not ignorant. He knows that she’s getting weaker, that another seizure is more than likely inevitable, and that he can’t do anything about it.

A few feet away Raven stops to pick something up. She holds it out to him, marveling at it. 

“It’s a scallop shell,” he says, “a lot of people around here like to make necklaces out of them.” 

“I think it’s beautiful,” she tells him. 

Damian smiles, “I think you’re beautiful.” 

Raven scoffs but says nothing as she fidgets with his sweatshirt by tucking her hands into the pockets to store her shell. Damian lets her, not wanting to push anymore than he already has about her feelings for him. 

As they walk he watches her breathing get more labored, and Raven gets more frustrated with her lack of physique. 

They get about half a mile before Damian decides to stop them. 

“Let’s turn around, it’s getting colder anyway. The others will be fine without us.”

Raven doesn’t cry often, but Damian knows she’s on the verge of tears. She lets go of a shaky breath and nods, “Alright.” 

“Here, get on my back,” he squats down so that she can get on easily. 

“I can walk back, Damian,” she responds. Damian twists back to meet her eyes, seeing that the moon has cast half of her face in shadows. 

“I know you can, but you shouldn’t overexert yourself—especially when you recently had a seizure. When we get back we can make a recovery workout plan together.” 

Sound logic and offering a future solution seems to slowly change her mind. She purses her lips, then sighs in what he thinks is defeat. 

“Fine, you win this time but I want to try this walk again. I’m going to make it to that pier,” she says, her tone final. 

“I don’t doubt it,” he grins, arms moving to tuck around her legs when she wraps them around his waist. 

“All settled?” he asks when he feels her arms wrap around his neck for support. 

She hums an affirmative, her mouth at his ear, and he has to suppress a shiver when the warmth of her breath sends goosebumps down his arms. 

He sets a steady pace, taking care with his steps to not jostle her so much. After a moment he feels Raven resting her chin on his shoulder. 

“Damian?”

“Yes, Raven?”

“Do you think things will ever feel normal again? Do you think this universe will fix itself like Constantine and Zatanna said it would?” Raven asks him as he walks. 

Damian looks up at the moon, feeling her cheek brush lightly against his neck. He focuses on that feeling, and the way that her heart beat is steady against his back. He wants to do everything he can to keep it that way. 

“I think… that if there’s anything that you taught me is that even if the odds are stacked against us, that we can still hope that a better future lies ahead—and that’s worth trying to set things right again.” 

“You’re right. I know I haven’t done much since I’ve woken up… but when we get back I want to get better,” she squeezes her arms tighter around him, “I want to make things right too.” 

“I know Raven, we will.”

Damian doesn’t know how to set her mind at ease, or if that he should tell her the truth. He doesn’t even really know where he would start. 

How does he tell her that ever since he touched her at the beach he’s remembered the flashpoint?

#damirae #damian x raven #look i know it's been over a year #please don't hate me #trigger warnings apply #damian wayne #fanfic

[uc-beepboop]

Props to Haley and Gus

#unprepared casters #be aware if you research the reason why they did this #trigger warnings apply #tw sa #all that glitters #uc arc 13

[anyu-blue]

I keep seeing things about the current atrocities happening overseas in Gaza and Palestine.

I do not agree with or condone war as it is. And what is happening is horrific. Worse than horrific.

I'm paying attention. I'm doing my best.

I don't know what else to do.

We're not supporting companies that support this genocide. We're not falling for the fake donation requests.

We're trying to Stay informed and to not look away....

And I still don't know what else we can do. We've barely enough to pay bills right now. My work has dropped pay for workers, citing "no longer needing covid pay."

I don't know what else we can do.

What can we do? We don't want this "war" or genocide.

Please. What can we do?!

#palestine #war #genocide #2023 #text post #trigger warnings apply

[quill-of-thoth]

Letters From Watson: The Five Orange Pips

Crimes in Context: Lynching and the Klu Klux Klan

I don't intend to go into graphic details regarding historic terrorism and murder, but I thought I'd give a quick summary of the reconstruction era after the American Civil War, and the Klu Klux Klan, a formerly secret society of some of the worst people in the country, since it would be conceited to assume that everyone studied it in history class. When it comes to the KKK pre-emptively punching them is self defense, just like Nazis. American Civil War, 1861-1865: The Confederate (southern) states secede from the United States, leading to a civil war over whether slavery should remain legal. It's important to note that the economy of the southern states, which endorsed slavery, was largely tied up in the production of cotton and other major cash crops, which was largely profitable because the people doing all the agricultural work were enslaved in terrible conditions. In 1863 the emancipation proclamation ended chattel slavery in the United States, and in 1865 the Confederate states surrendered and the Union was reunited. The Reconstruction Era, 1865-1877:

The 14th and 15th amendments are passed, granting formerly enslaved people the same civil rights as all other citizens on paper. The former confederate states do not, in practice, guarantee this. Pretty much immediately there are hate crimes against black people, to the point that the former confederate states were under military control by 1866, and there is an entire political party formed on the basis of rolling back black people's new civil rights, particularly the right to vote. Confusingly, it's not the same party that is currently working to undermine civil rights in the United States: back in the 1860's, the Republican party was the good guys. For the approximate era where that completely reversed, see the 1960's which are outside the scope of this write up.

During this time there was a wave of black politicians, community building among groups of newly free black citizens and their compatriots who had escaped to northern states prior to the war, and federal involvement to attempt to ensure that everyone actually had their civil rights.

The rest is under the cut because that's where I will outline the crimes of the Ku Klux Klan.

There was also the KKK, or Ku Klux Klan, a white supremacist terrorist organization that focused on preventing black participation in voting, community involvement, or having any civil rights by intimidation and murder. They murdered whites who supported black citizenship, and they murdered black people for literally any excuse that they could come up with, often via torture or public hanging. As with all white supremacist groups they also expanded into christofascist terrorism, so they've also added jewish and islamic people, as well as latino, asian, and native american people to their list of targets. The first iteration of the KKK ended (mostly) in the early 1870's, due to prosecution of their crimes and the fact that decentralized terrorist organizations tend to crumble when they don't see results and some of their leaders are in jail. Unfortunately, like all white nationalist and christofascist terrorist organizations, it keeps being resurrected, notably in 1915 and the 1960's. In 1915 it was based on the film The Birth of a Nation, a movie based upon a book that had romanticized the KKK, and masqueraded as a fraternal organization, and it broadened its focus to anti-immigrant, anti communist, anti-science, and anti non-christian-protestant-religion activity. If this sounds familiar it's because politics is a flat circle and I want to get off. It dissolved again due to the arrests of leaders, and infighting between chapters. In the 1950's and 60's it arose again specifically to combat civil rights activisim and legislation, and although it has since waned in membership there are still members who still conduct, or conspire to conduct, terrorist activity. They also actively collaborate with other white supremacist and christofascist organizations, including neo-nazis. Historians will sort out if the increased white supremacist, christofascist, queerphobic, misogynistic, insurrectionist, antisemitic, antislamic and anti-science political activity of the last decade and change has anything to do with them, but when mass shooters have a white supremacist manifesto in the USA, chances are they were somewhat influenced by the history of the Klan even if they were never a member. The Case All of this to say that the facts of The Five Orange Pips are, to an extent limited by England's position across an entire atlantic ocean, fairly accurate to the historical record. Our uncle Openshaw, who presumably either had enough money from repartitions (yes, former plantation owners were paid reparations and the people they enslaved were not, in an attempt to stabilize the economy of the former confederacy that remains infuriating) not to worry about his finances and fuck off back to England, or stole his fortune from the rest of the Klan, unarguably got what he deserved. I have no idea why the threatening letters first came from India, which seems like the last place an American group of racially motivated murderers would flee to to avoid prosecution (The whole west, and Latin America are more convenient) but it's not impossible that Openshaw's former compatriots were also originally from England.

#Letters from Watson #The Five Orange Pips #crimes in context #crimes against humanity again #trigger warnings apply #lynching and murder discussed #not in detail but #please let me know if you need more categories tagged

[beneath-the-floor]

Sometimes I wish I was somebody else. Someone better. Someone easier to deal with. Someone who understood. But no... Instead, I'm the worst, because I'm me.

#just a rainy day #trigger warnings apply #don't reblog #i miss you

[negans-lucille-tblr]

#now public #waking up in vegas #dean x ofc #mini series #smut #crack #fluff #angst #trigger warnings apply

[kilbywrites]

Fandoms:

Moon Knight (TV 2022)

Relationships:

Layla El-Faouly/Steven Grant/Marc Spector

Characters:

Marc Spector, Steven Grant (Marvel), Jake Lockley, Layla El-Faouly

Additional Tags:

Suicidal Thoughts, Suicide Attempt, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Guns, Post-Episode: s01e06 Gods & Monsters (Moon Knight TV), Steven Grant and Jake Lockley and Marc Spector Share a Body, Dissociative Identity Disorder, major triggers apply, accurate depiction of DID, Read at Your Own Risk, Mental Health Issues, Canon Compliant, Post-Canon, Jewish Character, Canon Jewish Character, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Canon Autistic Character, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Protective Marc Spector, Protective Jake Lockley, Psychological Trauma, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Marc Spector Needs A Hug, Protective Steven Grant (Marvel), Jake Lockley Speaks Spanish, jake lockley is not evil, Protective Layla El-Faouly, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Self-Hatred, Self-Esteem Issues, Mental Breakdown, Men Crying, Angst with a Happy Ending, beta read by a system

Summary:

It's over. Harrow has been defeated. Ammit is sealed within him and Khonshu is finally gone. After so long feeling both trapped in his service and grateful to have a purpose, Marc is finally free. But free to do what? All he's wanted for so long is to disappear, and now he has the opportunity to do so. He just needs to breathe. Everything will be fine.

#moon knight #moon knight fics #moon knight fic #moon knight fanfic #trigger warnings apply

[undertakerslxt]

lights are on, but nobody's home | grelle sutcliff x reader

title; lights are on, but nobody's home

warnings: depression, numbness, mention of suicidal thinking

character; grelle sutcliff

note; this song gave me the idea for grelle coming to comfort you, but not in some flashy way. sometimes someone just being near you can be comforting.

The stars have watched you fall again.

They have watched you fall again and again, fight to get back up and carry on, only to be knocked back down again. You have always done your best, or what you can give at the time. Sometimes, that is everything. Sometimes, that is nothing. You have always tried to cling to something to hold on, hoping it will carry you ashore from this sea of sorrow and darkness.

She is the light that brings you back to the surface when you drown. She, with her trademark smirk and witty quips. She, with her eagerness to go dancing at any moment. She, with her soft touches and loving words in the moonlight.

She comes in now, eyes faintly glowing in the darkness of your room. No words are needed as she sits beside you on the bed, so close you can feel her but not quite touching. There is something soothing about having her near, watching the rain drip down the window pane like tears. The moon and stars watch from afar, and you let out a quiet breath. You are not quite like her, but some days you long to be. Nothing more than a ghost in the shadows, the worst of your worries where you will wander to that day. It is these days you feel not so alive, but perhaps it is a good thing she understands.

You cannot even find the energy to cry anymore. That is alright. You know she gets it.

You wonder where she has come from this time. Perhaps her own rooms, or perhaps from an assignment. Or maybe from mingling with others? Regardless, she has come to sit with you.

You do not stir for hours, and neither does she. When you finally lift your head from your arms, she is there to whisper if she can hold you. You only nod, letting her gently pull you into a hug.

It is what you needed most.

She understands.

You are not whole still, but you are still holding together.

Grelle tells you how proud of you she is.

You are?

Always, my dear.

#black butler #kuroshitsuji #grelle sutcliff #grell sutcliff #grelle sutcliffe #grelle sutcliffe x reader #black butler grelle #twa #trigger warnings apply #depression #angst

[elevenharbor]

Chapters: 12/? Fandom: InuYasha - A Feudal Fairy Tale Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Higurashi Kagome/Sesshoumaru, Higurashi Kagome & Sesshoumaru Characters: Higurashi Kagome, Sesshoumaru (InuYasha)

I wrote this 11k+ word vomit a while ago. incomplete and still rough, hence why it’s in the drabbles collection and not a standalone fic, lol. Consider it a teaser.

warning: not happy themes. if you feel like you'll be triggered by disease, terminal illness, and all the muck that comes with life, i suggest you skip ahead. But if these warnings don't scare you well...bonne chance.

#sesskag #eleven drabbles #fanfiction #work in progress #trigger warnings apply #read at your own discretion #sesskag fanfiction #sesshoumaru x kagome

[thegoodshit-ficrecs]

Wanted: Dead and Alive

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48548488/chapters/122459953

Title: Wanted: Dead and Alive Author: Astereae @astereaes Rating: Mature Fandom: DCxDP Locked/Unlocked

Completed- 20 Chapters Published- July 13, 2023: November 3, 2023

Additional Tags:                                        

Vivisection

medically accurate gore

Bad Parents Jack and Maddie Fenton

Medical Torture

Lazarus Pit Side Effects (DCU)

Homelessness

Implied/Referenced Suicide

the timeline is whatever I want

Danny Fenton Whump

a significant amount of angst about coming back from the dead

Ghost King Danny Fenton

Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent

At least he tries

Homeless Danny Fenton

Tim Drake is Not Okay

Danny Fenton Is So Done

Guys in White Organization (Danny Phantom)

it's funny too

on ocassion

no beta we die like danny

Slow Burn

tbh the romance is pretty secondary but yk

Trans Danny Fenton

Intersex Danny Fenton

Transphobia

vague descriptions of sexual violence

The idea of it more than any actual acts

Tim Drake gets a murder spree

as a treat

Hurt/a modicum of comfort

Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

Angst with a Happy Ending

I promise

BUG WARNING HOLY FUCK THERES BUGS

Summary:  

“Hey, I do I... Do I know you?” Danny asks, a hand coming up to brush something off Tim’s cheek. “No,” Tim says. “We haven’t met.” “Oh, no, I do.” Danny says, and he smiles, teeth white and sharp. “You’re that guy who rearranged my guts!” Rearranged his- Tim glances at the knotted scars on the boy’s abdomen. He can see the shine and shadow of haphazard stitches that weren’t meant to hold forever, that tore and healed over. His- This- “WHAT!?” Nightwing shouts, equal parts confused and delighted. Tim’s fucked.

OR

Danny Fenton's been in GIW captivity for 4 months.

Tim Drake gets kidnapped by the GIW one Tuesday evening in May.

Considering how many of the Bats and the Birds have died and come back to life, it was only a matter of time for some people interested in the afterlife to come poking around. The detectives can't seem to uncover any information about the mysterious white vans, however.

And they keep losing the mysterious boy who seems to be the one person in Gotham to know anything at all.

#multi chapter mondays #trigger warnings apply #whump #angst #hurt/comfort #DCxDP #tim drake/danny fenton #fanfiction #fanfiction reccomendations

[singersalvaged]

big carrd updates! lots of excerpts in relation to Allie. Click here if you want to take a look.

#TRIGGER WARNINGS APPLY #tw death #tw loss #tw epilepsy #tw violence #tw mental illness #tw pornography