#/ anyway-

[k0t3x-n3t]

Guys this might be me soon

The fact that this is canon is wild

[sunjaesol]

soljae | final timeline, angst, comfort, canon divergence | prompt: transformation

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Ryu Sunjae was pretty sure he lost his mind.

He confessed his feelings to the scriptwriter of a movie he refused to participate in, he felt irrational amounts of anger towards a police officer, got nauseous each time a taxi drove by in narrow streets, and—most importantly—he felt like he stepped out of his own body multiple times a day.

It was akin his soul drifting above his body, watching his walk and talk, but feeling totally removed from it all. Instead, his soul yearned for something different. Something beyond his reach—beyond the scope of this universe.

Which was insane. Hence the losing of his mind.

It had to be exhaustion, Sunjae reasoned. He walked the streets of the bustling financial district, hands stuffed in his long, black coat. He hoped that walking here would ease his mind. Among the skyscrapers that loomed impossibly high, a person came to rational thought.

Sunjae sighed as a headache grew right behind his eyes. He pinched his nose. That also happened now: headaches, bordering on migraines, which he never suffered from in the past.

It all started because of that damned script landing in his lap. It was cursed.

His hand moved up to rake through his hair. Focus, he told hlmself. Focus on what he knew was real for sure. He knew he was thirty-two, a B-list actor, that his dad owned a restaurant. His mother passed away when he was ten. He swam competitively as a teenager. He has lived in Seoul his whole life.

The facts repeated themselves in his brain, again and again. But when he tried to dig deeper, he was stumped. Like slamming into a glass door, seeing that there was something, but the door was lcoked.

And then there was that damned song replaying in his head like a jingle. A ballad, to be specific, with lyrics he never heard of and a voice he recognised as his own. But Sunjae didn't sing; he hadn't picked up a microphone since his last year of high school.

Another wave of pain spiked behind his eyes and Sunjae groaned. His stride faltered and he lost balance. His hand shot out to lean against the frontage of a building.

What was going on with him?! His head was going to explode at this rate!

His eyes snapped shut to try and force the pain away.

"Ahjussi, are you alright? Do you need help?"

Cracking open one eye, he was met with a small, young girl that couldn't be older than thirteen. Her brows were furrowed in concern, one hand gripping her bookbag and the other a rolled-up, yellow umbrella.

Sunjae froze.

A rolodex of memories flickered by in place of the headache. Flashes of moments he didn't experience nor remembered but felt so intensely that his chest hurt. He doubled over, grabbing his torso, and the startled girl ran off.

Colours blurred and shifted together in a kaleidoscope to create the shapes of people and things. Pink lemonade in a sunlit park, a staggering bike under the moonlight, a ferris wheel, a necklace, a packed stadium with thousands of lightsticks shining at him, a bridge on a cold night, a video rental store, a yellow umbrella.

And her. Continuously, always revolving around and involving her.

Im Sol.

Sol-ah.

Sunjae gasped for air. Without realising, he had dropped on his haunches and was using his hands to steady himself against the pavement. His eyes were burning, his head feeling like his brain was about to escape.

It wasn't possible. It couldn't be possible.

But his heart sang a different story. All these moments... were his own. Though not of him right now, but someplace else, some time else. His body and heart and mind, but different.

And Im Sol, the scriptwriter, was part of all these moments.

Feet pounded the pavement towards him. It was a police officer. The girl must've alerted the man after he doubled over.

He stretched out his arm in protest. "I'm fine, I'm fine!"

The police officer peered down at him, worried. "You shouldn't be sitting here if you're sick, Sir. Go home, yeah?"

Sunjae huffed. "I'm not... I'm not sick. I'm..." His words wavered, halting in his throat, and a tortured sob came out instead. Just like that, hot tears streamed down his face.

More memories intruded that blurred his vision and made the officer indistinguishable. Terrible amounts of grief sliced through his chest with each vignette of himself dying in different universes. He died. Again and again. Always young.

And finally, the rolodex ended on its final card. A tableau of himself as a teenager, frozen in awe, as a young Sol sprints towards him with cherry blossoms cascading from the trees.

"S-Sir...?"

Groaning, Sunjae used the wall to get back on his feet. He wiped his tears with a rough hand, but it was no use: they just kept coming.

"I need to go," he croaked. "I need to..." find Sol. Confront Sol. Explain everything to Sol. Hug Sol. Kiss Sol. Touch Sol. Make sure Sol doesn't die. Love Sol.

Before the officer could get another word out, Sunjae ran off. Where to, he wasn't sure, but at this point he trusted his heart to point him in the right direction.

There were nine million people in Seoul, but all of his paths have always led to Sol.

[lotus-pear]

lore accurate double black battle scene

[thefuseoftemptation]

me whenever I read smut with the straightest face ever:

[gtkayman]

what are they even talking about?

[sculien]

Aaron Hotchner Criminal Minds 5.21

[puppetmaster13u]

The Au is Ra has been using the Lazarus pits for so long that causes him to see Danny like a human or his normal Phantom form Ra the only one that sees Danny like that

I love the idea of Deadly Decision getting together but Ra has no idea that Danny is no human he just thinks that Danny has his own Lazarus pit hidden somewhere away from him

Like Danny is full blown glowing white hair, green eyes, Sharp Fangs, an electrical being

Ra point at tall being of Life And Death it looks like he's about to rip you apart: This Is My Wife Danny.

Like sometimes people just ask him if he sees anything unhumanly about Danny and

Ra is like: What Are You Talking About ?

Danny's in the background forming Stars into his hand I'm trying to make himself a new sword

Talia and Dusan we're raised by Danny and Ra they just gotten used to also considering getting to be a normal human they find it hilarious to play along with their other two siblings Dan and Danielle that Mom is human

Slade: I've been meaning to ask what about that monster Ra has locked up back there

Talia: You Mean Mother

Slade: that's your mother I didn't know Ra al Ghul was attracted to on human beings

Dusan: what do you mean unhumanly our mother is perfectly normal he's not even assassin

Danielle walking out of his shadow: Maybe Your Mother Was The Weird One

Dan floating near Talia: Get the hell out how dare you disrespect our Mama

All of them are girlboss, gatekeep, and gaslight people into believe Danny is normal

Damien will give warning that his grandmother does not look like a Human they were all expecting meta not electric being

Danny got so used to Ra al Ghul no his Husban treating him like a normal person when he's like this that he forgot that everyone might not that treat him like that

Honestly? I love this.

And you know what? Danny might need someone like that, who even as his humanity slips away still treats him as human, as not an eldritch creature of Space, of everything Between. Someone who treats him as well, him. Is his and Ras relationship healthy? Well maybe not in human terms, but do either of them count as such anymore?

The idea of the kids playing along is also amazing lol. Especially that Jordan and Ellie? Definitely same hat as Danny. Sure their forms still look sort of human, but that just makes it very uncanny valley. So others and siblings who treat them the same? They need it just as much- if nothing else than to not become so arrogant and uncaring of humanity that they could watch the world end without a blink.

Which, Damian! I bet Danny absolutely adores the grandbaby. I bet he crafts little ice bats and miniature planets to swirl above his crib. I bet he has a literal strip of space and stars on his ceiling. And Damian isn't the only grandbaby too- Dusan has a daughter in some timelines too. Not to mention Ras' adoptive daughter Nyssa, who he gave one of the Lazarus Pits to.

But speaking of Damian, I have to know what that would mean for Jason. Who was practically completely braindead before being thrown into the Pit. Who would have probably met Danny while there because I can't see Danny not also gently doting on another grandson.

Gosh I honestly am just really enjoying this whole thing lol.

[benetnvsch]

The Found Family Ever

[dr4k3n0]

Off Day

Synopsis: After Leon got back from his mission in Spain, you both had some free time, and decided to do some skincare.

WC: 2.1k

Warnings: fluff, probably a crack fic, this is definitely word vomit on a paper- but I'm obsessed with Leon, it's not okay.

Leon oftentimes wasn't sure how he managed to land you in his life. But God damn was he glad that you were. After the events in Racoon City, and soon after being chosen by the government to become a DSO, he merely found himself as a cog. Something that the government could easily replace in the grand scheme of things.

He never got a break, and when he rarely did, it was sometimes barely a week to recover from an injury. Leon often times found himself going into a state of depression, or sometimes even wishing he had not made it out of that fateful night of September 30th, 1998.

But.. that was until he had met you. You were his safe space, his relief, his encouragement to keep going, even when things got tough. Even when things did get rough, you always were there for him, and he was thankful for that.

As of late, Leon had just returned home from his mission back in Spain. He had a few injuries, thankfully none that were too life-threatening, so the government oh so graciously gave him a week or two off. Not that you or him were complaining.

The pair of you had spent the past few days just letting Leon relax and get some much-needed sleep. When he had arrived home after his mission, he had a pair of clean clothes, however, he definitely was in need of a shower. His hair was a mess, somewhat greasy, and probably had a decent amount of dirt in his messy mop of blond hair. He still had a decent amount of grime and dirt clinging to his body too.

You had helped him shower, get comfortable, and then spent the night holding him, exchanging words of affection and expressing how much the opposing party missed the other.

All of that had happened 3 days ago. Now Leon found himself sitting on the toilet seat with you between his legs, his strong hands resting comfortably on your hips. His eyes were closed as you applied the face mask to his face. You had made him wear a matching spa headband with you, not that he really complained or cared.

"Babe," He eventually began. He peaked an eye open to look at you while you smeared the cool liquid on his face. A small smile began to form on his lips as he observed how focussed you looked.

"This stuffs makin' my face tingle, is that good?" He quipped while his eyes closed again as your fingers moved to apply some of the face mask under his eyes.

"Should be normal, I think," You reply, your fingers delicately brushing against his skin.

He opens his eyes again and quirks a brow at you. "You think? Wow, very reassuring, babe," He utters out with an eyeroll. His gaze shifts to the ceiling while you finish up applying the face mask, but he couldn't help but smile at the little giggle you let out.

"Look, it could either mean two things, it's cleaning your skin and doing its job. Or, you're having an allergic reaction to something in the face mask," You retort with a small playful smile.

Leon rolled his eyes again and gave your hip a small squeeze, before huffing quietly. "If I die, you're not invited to my funeral," He uttered in mock annoyance, his arms letting go of your hips and folding over his broad chest while he turned his head away from you.

Gasping dramatically, you place a hand over your heart and act offended, yet you couldn't help but smile. "How cruel of you! You wouldn't invite your own girlfriend to your funeral?" You remarked sarcastically. "I'm hurt, Leon," You add.

Leon chuckled at how dramatic you were being about it, and turned toward you again. "How could I invite you if I'm taking you out with me?" He quipped while sliding his hands up your shirt and tickling you.

Your eyes widened, and you squirmed in his grasp, trying to push his hands away. "Babe!" You whined in between giggles. "Let go-!"

"Nah, it'd be too easy if I just let you go now," He said teasingly. While Leon tickled you, he held onto you, just to make sure you wouldn't hurt yourself in case you tried to go limp to avoid him. He was always careful with you, never wanting to hurt you unintentionally. While he continued his attack of tickling you; is hands then gripped your shirt and lifted it just enough for him to lean forward and blow a raspberry into the soft skin of your stomach, making you squeal in the process.

"Leon Scott Kennedy-" You squeaked while managing to pull away from him and fix your shirt with a pout. Leon got a kick out of your little pout, and the way you said his full name.

"Yea, baby?" He says innocently while trying his hardest not to laugh and make you even more mad, even though it was adorable to him.

"The hell was that-? That was mean-" You mutter with a pout. Turning you back to him, you sulk. Causing him to burst out into laughter.

He couldn't take you seriously with your little pout, along with the purple glittery face mask you were wearing, making it even harder for him to do so. His laughter was loud and hearty, and it was annoying that he was laughing at you, but you hadn't heard him laugh like that in a while, so you decided to let it slide. for now

-

When he managed to calm down enough to the point his vision wasn't blurring with tears from how hard he was laughing, Leon stood from his perch on the toilet seat, that he was previously sitting on, and carefully wrapped his arms around you from behind. His hands rubbed small circles into your waist while he looked at the both of you in the mirror.

"'m sorry, baby.. are you mad?" He begins while brushing the back of his knuckles against your cheek. Feeling the now hardened face mask over your skin, he kissed your shoulder softly.

As much as you wanted to stay mad at him, you began to melt into him the moment he had wrapped his arms around you and gave you that little guilty look he often gave you in times like this. Looking at him in the mirror, you soon turn to face him and wrap your arms around him, taking him in.

Even if his face was covered in the glittery purple goop you convinced him to do with you, he was still handsome as ever. Your gaze softened a bit, but that was until you had a devilish idea to get back at him. Reaching up to his face, you grab a corner of the mask and playfully pull on it, peeling it off his face so that now it dangled on his face. Along with pulling the headband that was holding his hair up, over his eyes.

You began to laugh and watch as he grunted in annoyance and slid the headband off his head and tossed it at the wall, while beginning to toy with the face mask. "Baby- what the hell," He grumbled, now trying to fully peel it off since you had started it already.

"That was cold, you little brat," He uttered in mock annoyance while managing to get the face mask off the majority of the way, except for the few little spots that were still clinging to his face.

Leon tossed the mask in the trash while his gaze focused back on you. "C'mere you-" He grunted while scooping you up in his arms and pulling the headband off your head and peeling the face mask off your face before you could even register. "Leon, what are you doing-" You say in between giggles while he ended up setting you on the counter so he could use both hands to get it off of you.

"Doing something," He uttered out while concentrating on getting the face mask off of you. Once he managed to peel most of it off of you, he tossed the remains in the trash with his and then picked you back up, placing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. You whined in protest, and began to kick your legs and squirm, but really didn't mind it too much. "Put me down- this isn't fair, you jerk!" You huff while punching his back, but not really putting any power behind each punch.

"You're a little shit, y'know that?" Leon commented playfully while his hand slapped your ass, yet not causing much pain. "Leon-" You yelp when his hand makes contact with your rear and he smirks as he plops you down on your shared bed. His eyes observe your look of bewilderment as you try to sit up and fight him off, but he grips your hands and lays down on top of you. "Stinkin' brat," He says with a small chuckle.

He giggles as you try to put up a fight, trying to push him off and he soon pins you to the bed quite easily. "Fuck off-" You huff in mock annoyance, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath, and Leon smiles at your little attitude while leaning down and kissing your forehead.

"You're adorable," He murmurs while he peppers small kisses all over your face.

"And you're a dumbass-" You grumble while trying to shield your face from his barrage of kisses while chuckling.

"You think so, sweetheart?" He muses while pressing a quick peck to your lips this time. "You're right, I am a dumbass," Leon says with a playful smirk. "I'm a dumbass in love with the prettiest and most amazing girl in the world," He says with a smile while looking down at you with an affectionate gaze.

You huff quietly and take in his words, thinking them over before letting your gaze soften a little as a small blush forms on your cheeks. "Why'd you have to go and do that-? You're so annoying," You mumble while turning your head away from him to avoid his gaze.

Leon tilts his head to the side while quirking a brow at you. His lips curve into a soft smile as he leans down and kisses your forehead, and his thumb and index finger grip your chin, turning your head to get you to look at him. "Look at me, sweet girl," His tone is quiet and gentle, his icy blue gaze making contact with yours.

Your eyes linger on his and you sigh quietly, just looking into each other's eyes for a moment. The moment was delicate and Leon decided to take the initiative to take it a bit further.

His lips meet your own, while his hand moves to gently cup your cheek and caress it softly. The other being used to hold him up partly so he didn't completely crush you. The kiss was tender and full of love, and you found yourself happily reciprocating the kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him closer to you.

Once he had pulled away, his forehead pressed to yours, a small content hum leaving his lips as he opened his eyes to look at you. "I love you," He whispered quietly.

Leon rarely said those words to you. He was better at expressing his love through actions more than words. However, the few times Leon had said those words to you, he meant it every time.

With a small sigh, and your gaze locked on his, you pecked the tip of his nose, a small smile forming on your lips in the process. "I love you too," You breathe out.

Leon smiled at you and caressed your cheek before laying back on the bed, and pulling you into his arms. He begins to cover the both of you up with the blanket, but you stop him.

"Wait- we weren't done- we still need to get the rest of the mask off us and put moisturizers on," You explain to which he smirks and kisses your cheek while pulling the blankets over the both of you despite your protest.

"Oh well, we can deal with it tomorrow, right now, I just wanna hold you," He states while running your fingers through your hair.

"But-" You begin but he quickly shushes you and cuts you off.

"No, it's cuddle time," He declares while pressing your head to his chest.

"But we might break out-"

"Doesn't matter, shut your pretty mouth,"

"But-"

"Goodnight, princess,"

"Leon-"

He goes quiet and begins to fake snore, pretending to be asleep, pretty much ending the debate you were both having.

With a sigh, you relax into him, resting your head on his chest.

God, you loved him.

[thehappiestgolucky]

thinking bout the. bugs

and like. headcanon lore moment. gives them elf (half-elf? undecided) lifespan rules actually

[taddymason]

my bingo of everything that could happen with Jay in S2

[yourlocalgremlin96024]

Ya know what-

(Aroaces your racers)

(Non-flag coloured version below cut! ^^)

[rosie-tyler]

Moulin Rouge AU

The story follows Moulin Rouge star performer, Daniel LaRusso, and an American writer, Johnny Lawrence, as they navigate through a tumultuous love affair. Little do they know about John Kreese's plan: set LaRusso up with a wealthy man, Terry Silver, to take revenge on Mr. Miyagi, Daniel's father.

[azuresins]

The Phantomhive Ring Nonofficial merchandise, fanmade, custom. ·3D modeled in SolidWorks by @noirserviteur ·3D printed using resin, then cast in sterling silver ·Fitted with blue sapphire (+ diamond chips, soon)

[troylougferdaday]

Day 16. He wants an even cooler sled guys.