#((This was approves OOC

[idontcaboose]

Haunted Car Au part 13

Previous. Masterpost

“You done figuring out the sound files yet?” Duke asked while tapping on the hood of the Batmobile.

He was excited to hear a campy “Yes, Sir!” Come out of the open windows of the car.

“Neat, first off, any files that have your name in it?” He was a little disappointed, but still snorted to hear the tragic ‘Noooooo’ from Darth Vader.

“I think Red Robin has some pronoun type files in there, what are yours?” A mix of sir’s, dude's, and bro's were played until Duke had to stop the guy.

“Ok, what about age?” He wasn't expecting to get a straight answer, but when the car played a Scooby-Doo cut of ‘those meddling kids’, he was confused.

“So a kid?” Duke questioned. He got a weird mix of 'Ehhh', 'Kinda', and 'close enough' type files.

“We can worry about that later, any ideas how you got stuck?” A short ‘Nope’ with a pop on the P played.

Talking to the car guy was strange. Getting answers could be easy or turn into 20 questions trying to clarify an answer. So far, Duke knew the person:

is male or male presenting

a meta

has no clue how he possessed the car

has a good understanding of current memes

was possibly in their teens (probably a bit younger than Duke, but older than Daimian)

was a street kid? (When asked where he lived the car played “Why should I worry” from an older Disney movie about homeless animals in New York or something. He had to look it up.)

has a good sense of humor

and is taking their situation in stride.

Duke really had to wonder what their life has been where this is not a vast problem to fix…. And whether or not he should argue his ‘notification tone’ being a choir singing.

He really does not get paid enough for this, but it is better than the other stuff Gotham throws at the Bats.

“Mind if I get you up on the lift and check the engine? Might give us some clues.” After an affirmative from the car guy, Duke got to work.

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[moonlitchimes]

Today - Ronin x G.N Chronically Ill Reader

First time writing for this fandom as well as fanfiction itself in over a decade so please excuse any grammatical errors, oocness, etc dhsdhh. Might come back to revise it later, hope you enjoy it nonetheless!!

Reader has an unspecified chronic illness and is experiencing flare-up symptoms in this, I tried to be as vague as possible to leave their diagnosis up to interpretation.

word count | 1133 no warnings for this one <3

Today you wake up cold.

Which is, by all accounts, a bit odd. Soft sunlight filters through the curtains, sleepily draping over your form and that of the strong frame curled around you. You should feel warm, but you don’t. Instead, it feels as if you’re standing outside in a winter storm—drenched in icy rain—and not wrapped in the arms of your furnace of a boyfriend. You drift for a while, taking a minute—or perhaps several—to bask in the rare calm that has settled as the sun begins its slow crawl over the horizon. 

However, the biting chill festering in your bones only becomes harder and harder to ignore. And as consciousness eventually creeps upon you once more, you become aware of a dull ache in the small of your back. 

That’s where it begins, anyway—it always does—before slinking its way up your spine and stretching itself languidly across your shoulders like an overzealous cat. It takes its time digging its claws into your skin, sharpening the ache into a searing that tears into your veins and blights your blood until all your body knows is pain and nothing else. 

You screw your eyes shut, doing your best to ground yourself: rough hands curled firm but careful around your waist, warm breath puffing against the crook of your neck, soft hair tickling your cheek. Some days, the easy repetition is enough to help you focus—to function with the pain. To ignore it—as much as it can be ignored—until you can stumble into some form of normalcy. 

Today is not one of those days. 

The torment that has been simmering throughout your body finally comes to a boil. A pitched keen escapes from your parted lips before you can stop it, and you stiffen as you feel Ronin stir from behind—no doubt roused by the sounds of your suffering. You bite down so hard on your lip to trap any more whines that you taste the sharp tang of copper on your tongue, another wave of agony wracking your hunched form. Wordlessly, you pray to whatever higher being that may be listening that he settles. 

No such luck.

“Darlin’,” mumbled against your shoulder, still rough with sleep. “Way too early t’be up an’ about, y’know.” 

His words are met with tense silence, the only sign of acknowledgment from you being a slight twitch in your taut frame. 

Ronin’s brows draw together, the teasing edge fading—if only slightly—into cautious concern. “Baby?” he tries again, more alert this time. “Look at me.” Firm—not a request, no matter how undemanding it sounds. 

You’re terse when you finally gather the strength to choke out a response. “It’s nothing, Ro.” A beat—your tone shifts into something more casual, an attempt at nonchalance. “Did I wake you?”

“It’s something, darlin’.” He’s always been able to see right through you. He exhales softly, shifting until he’s propped up on his elbows before repeating, “Look at me.” 

When you finally face Ronin and see his dark, knowing eyes—always so perceptive, always seeming to know you better than you even know yourself—you’re unable to hold it in any longer. Your facade crumbles like withered bone, pain etched clearly across your face.

Whatever composure you had been feigning, you are still only human—still unable to ignore your own suffering, no matter how hard you try.

It felt ridiculous, in a way.

All these years, you had walked this same road alone, time and time again. Never had you had someone to lean on; never had anyone—beyond some choice doctors—bothered to truly concern themselves with your condition. You had long since grown used to this—to saving yourself. 

The support of another had always been something foreign to you—a nice dream, but still a dream all the same. Back then, it hadn’t mattered that no one cared for you (but you had wanted it—god, how you had wanted it). You had come this far on your own, so why bother changing that now? Today you will smile—biting your tongue. You will grit your teeth and bear through the pain. There is no need to cry like some sort of child, to weep about how badly it hurts. You can get through this on your own. 

Alone. Always alone—

You’re shaken from your thoughts by a sudden brush against your cheek, eyes snapping open to meet dark ones—like a void, like oblivion. 

“You’re not alone,” he murmurs, catching a stray tear on his thumb from where it rests against your cheek—and oh, when did you start crying?—”So get out of that head of yours, ‘fore it swallows you whole.” 

He didn’t wait for you to answer, leaning back with all the self-assurance of a predator, his eyes as sharp as blades. “Shoulda woken me,” he drawls—low and smooth as sin—as he watches you. “You don’t gotta suffer in silence like some damn martyr, not with me.” 

He doesn’t touch you—not wanting to cause you any more pain—but he stays close, waiting with all the patience of a darker saint. 

Something in you comes loose at the sight, your breath shuddering as you acquiesce, “I’m sorry—” But he doesn’t let you finish, huffing in fond exasperation as he inclines his head. “Not wantin’ an apology, darlin’, just let me take care of ya.” 

Because that’s what he always does, isn't it? 

Ronin—who, despite all his threats and talk, had seen you, a no-name writer in need of inspiration, and become your muse.

Ronin—who had placed a knife into your hands, lips against your ear, who had given you a choice of how you wanted your shared story to end.

Ronin—who had kissed you in a blood-soaked alleyway with a wolfish smile, like he had known what you would choose all along.

Ronin—who had barged into your life with a wild grin and bloodstained teeth—planted himself firmly by your side and refused to leave, like he belonged there. Like you belonged to him.

(He did, you did.)

Ronin—who knows you better than anyone else, who has slasher movie marathons with you just to have an excuse to hold you close, who stayed up all night researching your condition when he found out just so he could take better care of you.  

Ronin who loves you.

“You don’t have to.” 

“Wasn’t askin’ for permission, sweetheart.” His voice is quieter now—not quite soft, because what part of Ronin is?—but gentle. Warm, despite the teasing edge. “‘Sides, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t?” 

For once, you don’t meet his banter with your own.

“I love you, Ro.”

A pause—his eyes soften. A small breath. His voice dips into something more genuine, more real. “Yeah. I love you too, darlin’.”

Tomorrow, you hope to wake up warm. But if you don’t, Ronin will be there.

And maybe that’s enough.

[hoboblaidd]

just to add to the Dread Wolf as teased in trespasser and semi-delivered in datv, my genuine, biggest problem is that they completely glossed over Solas having a vallaslin and the undeniable reality of what that means. they spent time making that scar even more prominent in his design and then did bupkis with it. And how they glossed over vallaslin in general. And slavery in general. And elves as second class citizens in general. And -

[catwyk]

i think dr rebecca more deserves to serve human tissue dress cyunt

[holy--milk]

ngl whenever i see discourse about breaking up the main ships or reversing their dynamic and whether you should be allowed to do it, i'm like. you guys are so fucking silly.

[thethndr]

the mustache bruddahs nick n chick for my dear @devilagent. because in the town of united states dark shadows anthyding can hadplen

[calculatedklown]

Chat….genuine question. And pls nobody fight! 😩 Do you think that if the roles were reversed—if it were Gortash who had his memories erased instead of Durge, do you think Karlach would have offered him a chance to befriend or work with him? If Gortash was a completely blank slate, without any recollection of his past actions or morals. No idea who she is. Would she have considered giving him an opportunity?

Not saying forgive him! Or even pretend it didn’t happen or anything actually “positive” on her end….but I wonder if she would try and work with him…..almost begrudgingly if possible, if their roles in the game were still happening, being tadpoled and whatnot 🤷‍♀️

I say some spoilery things in the tags, so don't read if you haven't finished the game or have not discovered everything about Gortash that the game allows.

[greenzilla4]

in reference to the tags on your post about your glasses, is this basically your daily dilemma each morning green ? :0

Exactly!

[triglycercule]

oh yeah before i forget cute mttpoly headcanon because i said so: when killer finds out (through SOME way of means. he has his ways) that dust and horror like something then at every chance he can he goes and finds that thing for them :3 because I SAID SO AND IT'S CUTE ‼️‼️ (something something killer has no idea how to properly show affection and appreciation after believing his whole life was meant to cause pain and suffering to those close to him and now that he's trying he does silly goofy stuff like this hehe,,,,,,, dust is DROWNING in piles of fluffy blankets and books. horror cannot keep up with eating the amount of snacks killer keeps stealing for him 😞😞😞)

[sageofjustice]

❗❗❗

(Dio just saw him and was so smitten he just couldn’t help himself)

Send " ❗❗❗ " for your muse to suddenly and unexpectedly kiss mine.

Angel froze, bracing for an attack he was more than capable of countering. But no strike came. Instead, without warning, his lips were seized in an unexpected kiss. His body reacted, but not in the way he anticipated. He didn’t recoil, didn’t fight it. In fact, there was something… enticing about it. Something he couldn’t quite name, but he found himself liking it...

This wasn’t just passion; it was the unmistakable desire of a predator marking its prey.

When the kiss finally broke, Angel found himself staring at the man before him—tall, striking, with a golden mane of hair and eyes that seemed far too old for such a youthful face. The old mage had encountered his kind before ...he was a vampire and he was unreasonably handsome...

Angel's lips curved into a smirk.

"Quite a unique way to say hello, Luv."

"what is your name?"

[extravagantliar]

Negative approval? I wanna know what Little Things an acquaintance could do to make varric internally go "aw hell nah"

i had a list somewhere at one point and it was a lot of small funny, things like: - stabbing maps ( cullen ) - being called child of the stone ( solas ) - breaking his pen nibs ( sera ) - moving the books on his table ( josie )

and then i have the in the hard ones for like da2/dai/wolf hunt related tasks

- we did actually start the fire ( the gallows ) - we actually didn't do a murder ( tethras estate ) - what do you mean red lyrium is bad, im leaving it alone? (everywhere) - would you like me to yell at this dwarf for you? ( the hinterlands, underground ) - I have fallen, and I cannot get up ( the missing, also datv )

[love-godapproves-ships]

Devzel for life

LOVE GOD APPROVED I LOOOVE FAIRLY ODDPARENTS A NEW WISH!!!!

[altarfates]

as soon as I put down the new blanket she was like I need to be ON this rn.

[ikkaku-of-heart]

SOMEBODY COME SCREAM WITH ME ABOUT MY PERFECT NEW POLAR TANG ITA BAG AND HELP ME FIGURE OUT WHAT HEART PIRATE PINS AND BUTTONS TO PUT IN IT!!!

[sunshinywarden-mcsm]

How exactly did the iron breathtaker come to be? Has it always been a thing or is it a more recent form of... punishment? Regardless, I do not plan on doing anything to get in there 💀

It’s a very interesting story, actually. In the first days of the Institute, it used to be part of instant manufacturing for iron golems! Though with the surplus of…misfits and the Admin’s lack of…sympathy— which I of course respect— it was demolished and scrapped.

The remains of it I wanted to keep as vintage history; I learned after an Associate got stuck that it could be used for good conditioning. The poor thing…

Ah, I’m glad you respect her strength like many of the truly loyal Guests of the Institute. I hope not to see you fall victim to her grasp.

[074calicocat]

mommy kink leon

mommy kink Leon 🔥 he calls you mama and puts his head in your lap and has the cutest pout!! Messy kisser on purpose, likes having your spit on his lips 🙂‍↕️ if you buy him any sort of plushie he’s holding onto that while you ride him