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nrnyx · 2 years

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Demon/Witch!Stiles has been heavy on my mind so I made a thing...

Stiles was late for the meeting. Talia was going to skin him alive, and Derek was probably pacing and wondering where the hell he was. Laura and Cora would laugh at him being scolded by both overprotective alphas, and Peter would sit in the background with that damn amused look on his face that drove Stiles up a wall. Talia’s mate Andrew would at least attempt to help him - the giant lovable wolf had a soft spot for Stiles.

“Sorry I’m late, guys; the jeep decided now was a good time to -”

Stiles felt it the moment he stepped into it - felt it like thousands of ants crawling across his skin and through his bloodstream. A weight hit his chest and immediately it was hard to breathe. Stiles sucked in air through his nose and let it out through his mouth - trying to keep his heart from flying out of his chest.

He was barely inside the door to the massive Hale home, having blown in without knocking or anything - which was usually how Stiles did it because there was no reason to announce his presence when nearly everyone in the room knew he was coming a mile down the road. Plus, he had a key given to him by Derek with Talia’s permission. Stiles gladly accepted that as an invitation to come and go as he pleased.

“Stiles?” All the blood drained from Stiles' face as Scott’s confused voice pulled him from his inspection of the familiar trap drawn across the floor in blue paint.

The wolves that made up his pack were all kneeling, bloodied, with their wrists chained behind their backs. Derek even had what looked like the leg from a table sticking from his shoulder, while the others had various cuts slowly knitting themselves back together. The pack's lack of real struggle was explained due to the alphas, Kali, Ethan, Ennis, and Aiden, who stood nearby holding the pack's pups by their throats.

Stiles felt anger burning through him like never before at the sight. The youngest pup was only two years old.

The alpha pack had been in town for three months now. Talia and the rest of the Hale pack had been keeping a close eye on them, making sure they didn’t cause any trouble, but so far, the alphas hadn’t made a move against the Hales or tried to reach out to form an alliance with them either. Stiles had figured this meeting was supposed be about that - maybe something had changed.

Stiles closed his eyes tightly - taking another slow, steadying breath before opening them again.

Deucalion smirked as he stepped toward him.

Stiles had only ever run into the alpha leader once, in town at the grocery store of all places, and the guy had been creepy as fuck then. “I must admit I had my suspicions about the nature of your magic, but I really wasn’t expecting this outcome. You’ve learned to hide quite well. I could only pick up the scent, as diluted as it is, due to having spent a significant amount of time around your kind many years ago. This was a leap of faith, a test if you will, and I am quite surprised to be proven correct… by your pack's reactions, I would wager to guess that they are as well.”

Stiles looked at each of his friends, his pack-mates, who were all looking at him like they’d never seen him before. His eyes locked with Derek’s guarded ones. They hadn’t looked at him like that since he’d sat Stiles down on the back patio last year and rigidly explained that his wolf liked Stiles - thought Stiles could be a good mate for them and that the human part of Derek was coming around to the idea as well. Stiles had kissed him then, light and chaste, and told him it was okay - that his magic liked Derek too. That he was more than willing to see how things developed between them.

Stiles felt his heart drop out of his chest. “This changes nothing. Nothing is different, I swear. I’ve - I’ve always been like this. Always. I was born this way. My mother - it’s me in here. Stiles. Only Stiles. You’re Stiles. I’m still me, Derek. I’m still yours.” He tried to explain to them, to Derek, but Derek’s eyes only went from cautious to betrayed, which was probably even worse. “Derek, I was going to tell you. I - please I -”

Stiles felt like the air was ripped out of him as something wet burned across his back like acid. He fell to his hands and knees, breathing hard as smoke rose from his body. He shook in pain and rage, snarling and lunging at Kali, who held the flask in her hand. The barrier from the devil’s trap stopped him, but she still flinched back from him, dragging the pup with her, who was staring up at Stiles with wide, terrified eyes.

That nearly broke Stiles. The pups - the pups were his to protect. Stiles sucked in a few deep pulls of air before lifting his head to look at Deucalion.

The few sharp intakes of breath from his pack told him that his eyes were black. “You don’t know what you’re playing with.”

Deucalion smirked and opened a thick leather-bound book with an energy that made the hairs on the back of Stiles’ neck stand on end. “Yes, I do, which is why I need to remove you as a threat before taking care of them and taking over this territory. I know exactly what I’m dealing with.”

Stiles let his rage simmer in his voice as he paced the circle of the trap like a caged animal. “Then you should know if you send me there - when I crawl back up, you better be running. Your best chance was with this version of me. You think you’re scared of me now? You have no idea. If it takes me a day, a year, a decade, a century - when I find you again, you’re soul is going to be my personal chew toy.”

Deucalion’s smirk faded into a snarl, and he began chanting.

Stiles merely stared at the alpha wolf, not making a single sound or movement as he felt like his body was being ripped in half. It became too much though, and he sank to his knees panting. Another snarl ripped from him - not unlike the wolves he surrounded himself with, and then Stiles was screaming in pain and fury. For a brief moment, Stiles was staring at himself from above, hearing his pack, his mate, shouting his name as his human body collapsed to the ground.

Stiles would be back. It didn’t matter how long it took, he would claw his way back to the surface, and when he did, there would be hell to pay.

#demon!stiles #dark!stiles stilinski #stiles x derek #sterek #sterek au #sterek fanfic #sterek fanfiction #eternal sterek #sterek edit #very au #void!stiles #stiles stilinski #void stiles #magic!stiles #witch!stiles

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bafflement · 9 months

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Ozqrow Week - Day 7 - Alternate Prompt - Summer Vacation

“I am still uncertain whether I can truly afford to take the time off, Qrow. The reports I still need to fill are important, I can’t really leave them particularly easily.”

“Nuh uh, Oz, you don’t get to play that card, Glynda already agreed to take over the paperwork for a week and Tai and the girls are looking forward to meeting ya. Well, the girls are, at least.”

Oz just blinked at him, raising one eyebrow suspiciously. He already knew just what Tai thought of him, would he really let him anywhere near his daughters? He suppressed the thought of Ruby and his real relation to her, but then he was used enough to having to do that. She was Summer and Tai’s, she’d even been altered via semblance to take after them. She was safe, for all he still wished that the process hadn’t given her Summer’s silver eyes. Whether they’d work the same way was something he hoped none of them would ever have to find out. He hadn’t seen her since she was very, very young, after all. It was safer that way, but at least Qrow could still be her uncle?

Had Tai actually agreed to this? He knew the terms on which he had given her up in the first place, he wasn’t to have contact with her without his prior consent. If Salem found out about her, everybody would be in danger but Ruby especially. Especially now, with the added complication of the silver eyes. If, of course, that had actually even been Summer’s contribution to start with. If, if, if. Ruby was growing well, apparently, had hit all the milestones expected for a four year old, but she was too young, really, to remember him yet. Even if he could see her, and he was rather doubtful of that.

Tai was far too protective of the girls for that, really, although the thought still made him smile. He couldn’t think like that, though. After all, this was meant to be a time to relax.

“And what precisely did you promise Glynda, in exchange for the paperwork, Qrow?” He asked, suspicious.

“Oh, not much. Merely my services to continue to annoy a certain hidebound idiot of our mutual acquaintance, if he continues not to take no as an answer.”

Ozpin sighed, but that was fair enough, James really did need to learn that no was a full sentence and that he couldn’t just get anything he wanted by trying to play nice. Especially around Glynda, since she was the sort of person to hold a lot of grudges. He had thought, once, that his two friends might be happy together, but no. No, they’d probably kill each other. Well, Glynda would kill James, then he’d have to spring her from prison and it would be a whole mess. Far easier not to deal with the paperwork to deny extradition to Atlas, much less trying to find another man to act as Atlas’ Headmaster in James’ stead. Knowing his luck, Jacques Schnee might try for it and that was a disaster waiting to happen. No, better to keep the status quo for now, it wasn’t like James was ever going to do anything stupid like shoot him, or anything. He was too much his friend for that, surely?

He held out a hand for the scroll, sighing as he scanned the message. He was pretty sure it was meant for Qrow, specifically, not the both of them, but his name was actually mentioned. It was strange, though, considering all the precautions they’d taken over the years. Ruby was Tai’s, after all, not his. Not truly, not now… not ever again. She had Tai, had Yang. Even hypothetically had Raven if she ever actually bothered to show up again. She had Qrow as an uncle so at least one of them was keeping a close enough eye on their little girl. Why now, seriously? It made no real sense… was this delayed grief over Summer’s disappearance? But Tai blamed him for that, he knew that he did… he’d never let him anywhere near the girls in that sort of circumstance. He itched to call him, but the idea that Tai would just laugh and tell him that it was all a joke made him freeze, paralysed by his own indecision.

“What do ya say, Oz? Tai said it was okay. He set conditions, but they’re the same ones we set, so it isn’t like it’s particularly hard. Care to be Uncle Oz for a few days? After all, ya did marry me for some reason.”

“I married you because I love you, Qrow.” Oz stated, sharply. “You know that. I just worry that no matter what we do here, it will leave them in more danger than they were in when this started.”

“Ya worry too much, Oz. It’ll be fun, the girls have wanted to meet ya for awhile now.”

“They… have?” Oz sounded confused, just what exactly had Qrow told them about him to warrant that reaction?

“Well, yeah, course they have. You’re my husband after all. They’ve known I had one for years, they’re old enough to meet ya now.” He sighed. “Besides, it’s easier ta see Ruby as Tai and Summer’s when ya meet her, she even got Summer’s semblance out of the deal.”

Oz blinked in shock at that, eyes wide behind his spectacles. “She has? Really, how very remarkable. Semblances don’t really tend to run in families, after all. I think I’ve only ever heard of one other that works like that?”

“That’d be the Schnee one, right?”

“Indeed, they all appear to have inherited glyphs. It is an incredibly useful semblance by all appearances, though also highly identifiable of course. How very interesting that Ruby got Summer’s, I wonder what her original one might have been?” He thought for a second before shaking his head, since it was not outside the realm of possibility that she could have inherited Qrow’s, had things gone differently enough.

He was almost looking forward to this, actually… playing Uncle for a few days or at least until Tai grew tired of them being there and tossed them out. What on Remnant had prompted the change, though? He did hope Tai was okay.

Tai was not, in fact, okay. He had taken Summer’s disappearance far worse than Oz had been informed and the clothing he answered the door in was sloppy and looked like it hadn’t been washed in a few weeks. The gaze he shot Ozpin seemed strangely empty and Oz couldn’t quite suppress the wince that crossed his lips. He knew what loss was like, had been in Tai’s exact situation rather more times than he cared to analyse too closely, but… it felt rather different this time, watching that same grieving process taking over a man that he called his friend. Would still call his friend, even after everything that had happened between them.

At least the girls looked relatively okay, though it had been a few years since Summer had vanished. He just wished he knew what had really happened to her, since they had never even found a body to bury. Had it been Salem, had it been something else entirely? Tai had ranted about a mission he had supposedly sent her on, but there had never been a mission. He knew that she was too protective of the girls to ever send her on a mission alone after they had arrived in their lives. He knew too well what that was like, too, sitting and waiting for a parent or spouse or child to come home, knowing in his bones that they never would. He didn’t like to think about the times when it had been a child, though they were rarer than they might be. Thankfully, the incarnations with children were few and he tended to avoid creating more after the merge was initiated. Well, most of the time, at least. He couldn’t regret Ruby, though, couldn’t regret Qrow for the time he would have him. As all things with the balance though, he was very aware that they were temporary, but as the girls blinked up at him in curiosity, he couldn’t help but smile.

Yang looked suspicious, bless her, a miniature Raven already although hopefully slightly less volatile. He might have hoped that she had inherited Tai’s temper, but then that wasn’t exactly gentle either. None of them were, the Gods alone were going to be able to help Remnant once Yang was old enough to take on monsters. He’d heard about all her plans, how she wanted to be the best Huntress around. Ruby echoed them in a way that only younger siblings ever managed to do, but judging by their parents… well. Tai was sure to teach them well, even if he had rather seemed to forget what a washing machine was for.

He smiled at them gently, squatting down to be in easier reach. Ruby babbled at him excitedly, though Yang seemed content to watch for now, as though judging his suitability as a partner for their beloved Uncle Qrow. Why did that hurt, really? He’d known what he was getting into a long time ago, long before anything had even gotten this far. He’d known that they would have to give up their child, if they had one. And so they had, but Ruby was more than that now. He saw Summer in her smile, Tai in the excited babbling of her voice. He saw Qrow, too, in smaller ways. Small mannerisms, gestures that she’d either learned or inherited from him. He didn’t see himself, but then maybe that was a blessing, in a way. If even he, who knew what to look for, couldn’t see it then maybe she truly was safe from Salem.

Or as safe as any of them ever truly were.

#ozqrow week 2023 #ozqrowweek2023 #professor ozpin #qrow branwen #ozqrow #rwby ozpin #headmaster ozpin #ozpin #cloqwork #rwby au #this one gets interesting #ruby rose #yang xaio long #taiyang xiao long #summer rose #alternate parentage #very au

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spicyraeman · 3 months

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this got outta hand

#bg3 #bg3 band au #shadowheart #lae'zel #shadowzel #hey look I actually drew a kiss!#thats very rare for me pls clap #they're celebrating lae getting her drivers license or something #my art

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faeriekit · 4 months

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"Okay." Danny slowly laid the already cold body back onto the table, ready to slide back it into the refuge of cold storage. "Okay. Dead guy. Stay there."

The body didn't move.

"Fantastic. Now. Hang out while I pour the embalming fluid into the pump, alright? It should only be a minute."

And it usually did; working in a funeral home wasn't extremely glamorous, but it paid the bills, and Danny had already been used to the rhyme and rhythm of negotiating death with the public by the time he sent in his mortuary school application. It had been a transition that made sense. And in the end, the degree had only cost him a few extra years post-graduation and a little dig into student loans, and now Danny had a stable 12-8 job and health insurance valid in the state of new jersey.

Today, though, the pump had that decided enough was enough. With a bang and a boom, the pump spat out a cloud of smoke and clunked uncomfortably.

The dead body sat up.

Danny scrambled over to push it back down. "No. We talked about this. Dead people don't move. If you want to stay here and have me put you back together all the time, you have to stay put. Got it?"

Whatever the weird gold-eye corpses were on in Gotham, they at least listened to him on occasion. They weren't ghosts, per se— they never pinged on any of the ghost detection devices Mom and Dad had packed in his going-away-to-college bag— but they were, despite being occasionally animate, perfectly deceased.

Weird. Danny had never gotten used to it. Still, they came in droves, too eager to sit on the top of the basement stairwell and lurk in the corners and stare endlessly at them with their weird, avian eyes, and sometimes they heralded the arrival similarly weird-ass bodies that had lost their heads or their arms or their limbs through the more conventional channels.

"I'm losing too much thread to all y'all coming in all the time," Danny complained to the dead body, who, at the moment, was the only person present to blame. "Stop getting your limbs cut off. This stuff is expensive, you know. It's a specialty order."

The body didn't even have the courtesy to blink. Rude.

"At least let them bury you this time. Every time one of you darts off when my back's turned, my boss thinks I'm stealing corpses. My coworkers think I'm building my own Frankenstein or something."

The corpse neither verbalized nor blinked, but Danny hadn't expected it to; with a sigh, he rolled the corpse back into cold storage, locked its little door (not that locking it in had ever stopped it) and called it quits for the night.

It's not like anyone was paying him for the extra hours anyway.

#I'm very pro Danny accidentally adopts a whole bunch of Talons #people have definitely done it before but this scene came to me in a vision #a horrible caffeinated vision #could absolutely be an excuse for #talon!dick #talons #dp x dc #faer fic #dpxdc #dcxdp #talon!au #dcu crossover #death tw #well. the funeral industry anyway #medical tw #just in case #corpse tw #¯\_(ツ)_/¯#free to a good home

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araneapeixes · 1 month

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lesbian bed death - goth girls are easy

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#fucking emergency. the girl at the bar is butch bait and she knows it and will use it to her advantage #i spend several hours shading this and then i realised it looks better flat #anyways this isnt the end of them in bars and clubs. i still have a very vivid image in my mind of karlach fucking shad in the bathroom #and i want to draw them as a band as well :))#and shadowheart and nocturne modern au. goddd #i could not come up with a better caption. but this song was my soundtrack to drawing this so!#bg3 #bg3 fanart #bg3 art #shadowheart #karlach #karlach cliffgate #lae'zel #baldurs gate 3 #fanart #art #shadowlach #shadowzel #bg3 modern au

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feyburner · 10 months

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Guess who got hit with a de-aging beam 👍🏻

Page one text:

Dick: Let’s see, you’ve met ✨me✨, Duke, Dami, Al… who else is around…

Dick: Oh hey! It’s Jason!

Jason: Uh.

Timmy: Jason………. Todd?

Dick: That’s right!! (Wow, good memory!)

Jason: Hi.

Dick: T-TIM?!

Bonus:

#tim drake #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #bat family #dc #droring #sometimes you’ve already had a very long and confusing day and you are simply not prepared to meet your hero 😔#this was a groupchat concept that rapidly spiraled out of control. see also: mammutblog #timmy au

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tamelee · 2 months

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Sasuke returned to look at the statue for a long time-

#my art #sasuke #naruto #sns fanart #sns #sasunaru #narusasu #reincarnation au #I guess #“Uzumaki Naruto? What happened to him?”#“Ah. An unnecessary sequel and a live-action movie..”#“Hn. Say no more.”#very tragic

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celestialalpacaron · 9 days

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(PG. 1 & 2) Continuation from Angel's bday, HUSKER IS ALIVE EVERYONE! Gonna be posting these pages throughout the week so ANYWAYS yeah totally everything will be alright yes absolutely...yes.

#overlord husk au #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin angel dust #huskerdust #hazbin comic #hazbin hotel #art #sketch #drawing #drawingoftheday #draw #fanart #this is fine #eVERYTHING IS FINEEEEEEEEEEEE SO VERY VERY FINE

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nerdpoe · 12 days

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A Favor for a Gift

Danny's new to the superhero scene, and he gets on rather well with Martian Manhunter.

He decides to give J'onn a gift, because he came across J'onn in a melancholy mood, and the Martian explained that he was homesick. Danny learned a lot about Mars and Martian culture, after telling him that he could vent to Danny if he wanted, and wants to do a little something to help J'onn out.

He goes to the Zone, searching for Martian ghosts to talk with. He finds Ghostwriter. Or rather, Ghostwriter finds him.

He proposes a deal.

He'll let Danny have two very old, very rare Martian books; but in exchange, Danny owes him. Big Time.

Danny....asks what the favor would be, cuz he's not about to agree to that without knowing what he's agreeing to.

Ghostwriter needs Danny to go enter into a Ghost Fighting Competition, the biggest in the Zone, because the prize is a book that not only does Ghostwriter not have, but the only copy of it's kind ever.

Danny agrees; he kicks ghost ass all the time, a fighting competition shouldn't be a problem. Pff. He'll be fine.

Okay he's a little nervous.

He pushes it down.

He gets one of the books early, as trade for even entering the competition in the first place, and rushes to give it to J'onn.

He's trying to psych himself up for the fight, but his intrusive thoughts keep making him remember the fights he's lost. He's just not good with stage fright! Fighting as a hero is one thing, but fighting in a competition is nervewracking!

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J'onn, getting a surface read of Phantom's mind, is concerned.

Due to Phantom being dead, not all of his thoughts are...legible. J'onn only gets flashes here or there, maybe emotions.

J'onn just got a flash of a coliseum, with stands filled to the brim, and another flash of Phantom losing in a fight.

Phantom is nervous.

Phantom, who's powers are so strong he can fight on equal footing with Superman, is nervous.

It is not the normal anxiety he can feel from the young ghost, it is something else.

Phantom tells him that he knows where another book is, he just needs to win it.

J'onn has heard of how Vicious Infinite Realms Ghosts can be, and it is reasonable to assume that Phantom being nervous is a direct result of a fight he knows he can't win.

A fight he's going to try to win anyways. For the sake of a book.

Phantom is worth more than a simple book.

Phantom disappears before J'onn can request that he not do that, leaving the Martian standing there with a book older than he is, with the knowledge that one of his friends is about to face...something. Some sort of danger.

And all J'onn can do is wait.

Naturally, he refuses to do that and calls the JLD to track down Phantom.

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #phanfic #story prompt #royal rumble au #martian manhunter hunts down phantom #he is very worried about his ghostly friend #by the time jld gets him to the infinite realms he realizes he shouldn't be #he instead decides to watch the fights as moral support #he is very proud of phantom #look at him go beating up ghosts four to five times his size

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