#And probably someone has already thing of this so...

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NERD!SUKUNA HEADCANONS - Part 1

Modern!Sukuna x Reader (female). College AU. 2k words 18+, fluff + smut (Sukuna has some dirty fantasies about Reader. The actual smut will be in Part 2). "Enemies" to friends to fuckbuddies to lovers. Reader is shy and struggles with her grades. Sukuna is a genius but bad at feelings ;) Minors don't interact. Divider @/.lacedolliee. Credit for the super sexy fanart of Nerdkuna goes to my sweet friend @winterrbluess. The pic was used with Winn's permission 🖤 You asked if someone could write a little something about your fave sexy nerd, and I couldn't resist ;) I hope you'll enjoy it!

Nerd!Sukuna, who looks like a bad boy but is actually at the top of all his classes and a huge nerd when it comes to his studies and his various interests. Very intelligent, passionate, and hardworking. Sukuna always wants to be the best in everything he does.

Nerd!Sukuna, who could be one of the most popular guys on the whole campus if he wanted to, with his good looks and impressive height and fit body. But he keeps everyone at arm's length, not giving a fuck about popularity and not wanting to get distracted from his academic success.

Nerd!Sukuna, who once beat up a football player who tried to make fun of Sukuna's passion for all things history-related, and ever since that day, no one dared to bother Sukuna again.

Nerd!Sukuna, who is arrogant and condescending and thinks (rightfully so) that no one is fit to hold a candle to him. He is constantly looking down on everyone around him and would rather spend his free time perfecting his skills and studies than doing something useless.

Nerd!Sukuna, who hates group projects and prefers to work alone because everyone else is just holding him up, and Sukuna has to control all of their steps to fix their mistakes.

Nerd!Sukuna, who rolls his eyes in annoyance when he gets paired up with you for an assignment. A shy little thing whose name he never heard before, which means you are definitely not playing in the same academic league as him.

Nerd!Sukuna, who towers over you with his backpack slung casually over his broad shoulders and his tattooed face cold and hard when he informs you that he expects you to work hard and not fuck up his grades, or he will make your life hell.

Nerd!Sukuna, who is fully convinced this will be a disaster when he sees you wring your hands nervously and promise him you will work your ass off for this assignment because you really need a good grade so you can pass.

Nerd!Sukuna, who is a control freak who plans everything ahead and, therefore, doesn't let you have a word on how often you meet or when or where. He doesn't like having people over at his place, but he invites you over anyway because his kitchen table is his favorite place to study.

Nerd!Sukuna, who fixes you with a stern look through his nerdy glasses as he shoves a huge stack of books across the table, informing you he expects you to read all the needed information, which he already marked for you with various color-coded sticky notes. "Because you probably don't even know what we need for this assignment."

Nerd!Sukuna, who is surprised by how thoroughly you work and by the questions you ask him, which let him know you aren't as dumb as he thought.

Nerd!Sukuna, who likes how you hang on his lips when he explains stuff to you, clearly impressed by his detailed knowledge. And maybe, just maybe, he intentionally lowers his voice a bit more, just to see you get all nervous when he is talking in such a husky way, almost as if he isn't explaining political intrigues in the Heian era to you but rather telling you what he wants to do to you in his bed.

Nerd!Sukuna, who finds devilish joy in seeing how flustered you get around him and how clearly intimidated you are by his tall and broad body and his tattoos and arrogant attitude.

Nerd!Sukuna, who has to admit (only to himself) that getting paired up with you isn't too bad because at least you give your best, and you are actually kind of cute. The kind of sweet, shy girl who usually doesn't cross paths with him.

Nerd!Sukuna, who catches himself watching you during study time in his kitchen or in the library. He tells himself he is just checking if you really do your work, but his gaze mostly lingers on your glossy lips, which wrap around your pen while you focus on something or on your nose, which looks super cute when you scrunch it up in confusion.

Nerd!Sukuna, who isn't one to brag because he thinks that is something for losers, but he can't help but mention casually some of the academic awards he already won just because he is getting addicted to the buzzing in his veins when he sees the way you gulp hard and get all shy and cute on him, muttering something about how you struggle to even stay in college.

Nerd!Sukuna, who usually loves to be a little sadist and make fun of people who have bad grades, but somehow, he can't bring himself to do that when it comes to you.

Nerd!Sukuna, who instead surprises himself by reaching out and ruffling your hair, telling you that he will help you with your studies.

Nerd!Sukuna, who forms a strange little companionship with you, almost looking forward to your meetings and even preparing an extra plate of snacks for you.

Nerd!Sukuna, who usually isn't someone people would refer to as nice, but who drops his arrogant and mocking attitude at least a little when he is in his kitchen with you and instead jokes around with you and feels his heart throb weirdly when you get his humor, and laugh about his even most sarcastic remarks.

Nerd!Sukuna, who likes it when you come out of your shell more and more, joining in on his playful teasing or telling him about your favorite books and shows.

Nerd!Sukuna, who accidentally overhears you telling your classmate that you don't have time to go to the coffeeshop with her because you are already meeting your friend Sukuna after class, which leaves Sukuna standing in the middle of the hallway for a whole thirty seconds, with his mouth hanging open, completely stunned and looking like a brainless idiot as his mind tries to wrap around the fact that you see him as your friend when Sukuna never had a friend before.

Nerd!Sukuna, who makes sure to bake your favorite muffins and prepare your favorite type of tea before you come over that afternoon, wordlessly showing you that he values your companionship, or friendship, as you called it, too.

Nerd!Sukuna, who feels a small smile tug at his usually smirking lips when he sees your big happy smile and hears your sweet "For me? Oh, thank you!" when you see the plate with muffins on your place at his kitchen table. And yes, he refers to it as your place, and the thought makes him feel strangely warm.

Nerd!Sukuna, who playfully teases you for your Hello Kitty pens and glittery pink notebooks, asking if you are in some "Little Princess Kindergarten Club" or something. Only for you to march up to him the next morning before class to press a Hello Kitty text marker set against his chest so he can join the club, too, causing Sukuna to sit in class with a stupid grin on his face for a whole hour.

Nerd!Sukuna, who likes how easy things feel with you. How he can put all his hard work into your assignment and also see you working hard on it, but also have this light-hearted, playful banter with you, making him realize how boring and dry his afternoons used to be before you became his assignment partner.

Nerd!Sukuna, who has to admit that you definitely aren't as bad of an assignment partner as he thought you would be. He even allows you to fill out a whole page all by yourself, which is the biggest compliment he can give you.

Nerd!Sukuna, who catches himself playfully flirting with you, smirking smugly when he catches you staring at him when he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "See something you like, princess? Aww, no need to be embarrassed. I know those glasses look sexy on me."

Nerd!Sukuna, who loves to tease you like that and who ducks just in time when you scream in embarrassment and throw a pen at him while looking so fucking cute that Sukuna just teases you even more.

Nerd!Sukuna, who is quite happy with how your assignment is going. Usually, he would do the whole presentation by himself because he trusts no one else to deliver it the way he wants to, but Sukuna knows how shy you are about talking in front of the class, and Sukuna wants to teach you how to lose that fear.

Nerd!Sukuna, who just smirks at you when you complain loudly, "I can't do that! I am so bad at presenting things. I get all nervous and flustered, and then I mess up. Please do it yourself, Sukuna! You are so much better at this!"

Nerd!Sukuna, who tells you, "If you always run away from everything that scares you, you will never make it in life. So, nope. You will do your part. But aren't you such a lucky girl that you have me as your teacher?"

Nerd!Sukuna, who makes you stand in front of his fridge and practice your presentation over and over again while Sukuna sits on the kitchen chair, long muscular legs spread, tattooed arms crossed in front of his broad chest, occasionally pushing his glasses up as he watches you with an amused expression on his tattooed face, providing a brutal but honest opinion and actually helpful advice.

Nerd!Sukuna, who isn't just an overly critical and perfectionist asshole, but also someone who gives praise when he thinks it is deserved. And you, his cute little assignment partner, really deserve it. Sukuna walks over to you, stopping in front of you with a broad grin, "You did really well, princess. I'm proud of you."

Nerd!Sukuna, who wonders why your pupils look so blown out all of a sudden when you tilt your head to look up at him, stuttering in a slightly breathless voice, "Th... thank you. You were a really good teacher."

Nerd!Sukuna, who laughs and pets your hair as he smirks at you, saying something about how he could teach you lots of other things, too. Not sure anymore whether he is still just teasing you or if he really means it in a sexual way.

Nerd!Sukuna, who realizes he has a little big problem when he starts noticing the way your tits get pushed up and almost spill out of your shirt when you press a stack of books against them. Or when he loses his thread because you decided to wear a sexy little skirt, and now Sukuna can't stop thinking about how cute it would look if you were bouncing on his cock while still wearing that little skirt. Or when you suck on your stupid Hello Kitty pen, and Sukuna can't help but imagine how those sweet glossy lips of yours would feel wrapped around his cock instead.

Nerd!Sukuna, who tries to suppress those thoughts though, not wanting to mess this assignment up.

Nerd!Sukuna, who feels like encountering a world boss in a computer game, when you have a breakdown at his kitchen table, the evening before your presentation, crying and sobbing because you are nervous and convinced you will fuck up. And suddenly, Sukuna finds himself comforting you, gently caressing your arms with his large hands while murmuring reassurance to you. "Hey, stop being a brat. I know you can do it. You learned from the best, after all, didn't you, princess? And you got me. Just look at me the whole time, ok? Nothing bad can happen when you just look at me."

Nerd!Sukuna, who is surprised by how protective he feels over you at that moment. You are sitting in front of him looking like a wet cat, with your eyes all red and swollen from crying and snot running out of your nose, but somehow you still look so fucking cute to him, and somehow you make him so much softer and less rational than he usually is.

Nerd!Sukuna, who sighs and growls, "Oh, just come here." sounding annoyed but contradicting it by pulling you into his strong arms and holding you until you feel ok again. Sukuna still complains that you got his shirt wet with your tears, but his words lack the bite.

Nerd!Sukuna, who is genuinely proud of how much you improved when he watches your part of the presentation the next day. He even catches himself smiling a real smile at you when he congratulates you after class.

Nerd!Sukuna, who experiences a strange fluttery feeling in his stomach when you smile back at him and put your small hand on his tattooed biceps, "Thank you, Sukuna. It was really nice working with you."

Nerd!Sukuna, who manages a "same," but then just stands before you, opening his mouth and closing it again, not knowing what else to say because there are too many thoughts racing through his mind, and all of them seem to be too honest. And you do the same, shuffling around shyly, looking at him with wide eyes, parting your lips, but no words come out. And so both of you just lift a hand in an awkward farewell gesture and leave on opposite sides of the hallway.

Nerd!Sukuna, who tries to tell himself he is glad that your assignment is over and he can work in solitude again but then ends up staring longingly at the empty chair at his kitchen table, where you used to sit those last few weeks.

Aww Sukuna, do you miss us? ;)

I AM VERY ATTRACTED TO HIM AAAHHHH please, Kuna, tell me more about history and physics and every other subject that there is!!! You are so sexy!! 😘😘

Winn's fanart of Nerdkuna made me swoon so much and fall in love with him, and I always picture him as being at the top of classes anyway, so I think it was really time to finally write about him living his best nerdy life.

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed the headcanons! I will post Part 2 in a few days 💗 Will Kuna find a way to get us back onto his kitchen chair?

Comments and reblogs would be very sweet!

[storgicdealer]

EVERY MAJOR BIT FROM THE ALAN Q&A STREAM !!

holy SHIT dude that was so good

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1) AVA 12 IS PLANNED FOR THIS SUMMER !!!!! (and! there's a possibility ava 13 might come out sooner as well, this year potentially too!)

2) aversus can be played by more than 2 people!

3) alan says that his character just happened to not be on the computer while avm s3 was happening. he usually leaves them to their shenanigans!

4) alan says that purple just happened to ? find a mac during their 7 year period post 2011 after they and their parents came out of their animation. (possibility that purple and their family mightve stayed in the internet for a while?)

5) the team has already made a decision about whether the dark lord is going to come back, but nonetheless — he will be seen in the upcoming video.

6) "the stickfigure site was animated by someone — it's not clear who, but one could theorize its been around for 7~ years before orange broke them out of it" — alan

7) green's socials will be revisited!

8) all of the cg potentially could be miku fans! red most likely more than the others. :)

9) alan could call tsc and tco long-lost brothers that just happened to not know each other — estranged siblings.

10) ava/m will go for as long as death does us part with alan, apparently

11) to alan, cg communicate more "telepatically" with each other. the text in influencer arc could be seen as green translating their communication to something the viewers could understand!

12) interpersonal cg relationships will be explored in the new minecraft season!

13) the mercenaries production names have been officially (although, perhaps by accident) dropped: lasco for primal (referencing the lascaux caves), eztoon for ballista, gui for agent, sign/pedestrian for hazard

14) hazard, corndog guy and red got they/themed. lol

(also! when talking about the mystery white stickfigure, when referred with 'he', muno (the lead developer of aversus) questioned it ("he?"), and the team said its not yet specified if, well. if the stick figure is a "he". please give us a nonmale living character i Beg of thee ...)

15) cg doesn't have an official age, but they could be seen as teenagers-early 20s (thank god)

16) the abteam is considering minisodes proposed by the community! (such as proposed chosen & dark minisodes , rocketcorp slice of life)

17) alan thinks purple's birthday would be in february (no set date)

18) chosen will get more characterization in the future

19) some known artists in the community (such as anglermann, @sushiree, @flareboi, @cindersnows, @ , @ornziy, @itslilacokay, pasteldragon, @comyetani, realvegemite, @wretchedvictim, qr_png, hoodedjelly have been noticed on stream by the team !!! congrats !!! :D

— “ooh that's a nice one, i like that“ (hatena in response to @itslilacokay mercenary art)

https://docs.google.com/document/u/0/d/1iR_QZLJip9WsbVVdlNhl-uhbFqtHa4ydajcILszdszI/mobilebasic <- the entire fanart compilation doc, made by novamations :)

20) when the pc turns off, the cube in the interspace goes dark, but stays there.

about what cg does when the pc turns off: "think of it as when the electricity goes out, it's black and cold, they cant use things anymore. they'd probably just sleep.”

21) mitsi will be seen in a future video

22) skim created corndog guy (and has apologized for it)

23) the team has been holding polls on whether the chat wants to see the dark lord, mitsi and gold come back — but said that they ultimately will decide on their fates.

24) king and purple ... were based on thanos and loki.

25) confirmation that green likes udon noodles and listens to daft punk

26) alan says we could come up with little quirks for characters on our own (i.e. blue could be superstitious / be into astrology, yellow getting into rubics cubes)

27) alan thinks red might have adhd !!! :)

28) avchemistry might be real in the future, but it'll be tougher to execute since the person who was behind avmath and avcoding doesn't know chemistry.

29) ava 11 took over a year

30) ava 12 has all the storyboards done, and ava 13 is already in the works!

31) alan said that purple is "that friend that doesn't live at the house but comes over a lot"

32) name for mitsi stuck after the team reversed victim's name

33) alan is excited for the next avm season!

34) skim sees ava 12 and 13 as a two-part

35) its a possibility for new avm characters being introduced — ava as well, but unlikely they'll be major ones in the second instance

36) the team said that there are 4 minisodes in progress , and that hopefully they'll start to release them soon !!!!!

37) "how rich is corndog guy?"

"never rich enough. he's on that grindset"

38) when skim was asked who he related to the most he said it was victim because:

- more withdrawn and quiet

- carrying a weight with him

- prefers to occupy his mind with things hes good at

- not as naturally gloomy as youd expect from him

- struggles to connect with people but good at getting things done

39) when asked about what happens to stickfigures after they die, alan replied that that their code is still there — but it's kind of "disconnected". it'd be impossible for someone in the living dimension to take that code and put it back together (alan (jokingly? half jokingly???) notes: "unless you're the second coming"). "it's kind of like when you're programming, and you change one line and then all of a sudden all of the code is unusable. it's still there, it's just not attached to the right dimension”.

goood LIRD !!!!

[ladygelfling]

I saw @awardenandacrow do this so I thought why not?!

These answers are for my Rook, Tessora.

Do they sleep with a stuffed animal? If they have multiple, who’s the favorite? No she doesn't. She did get a stuffed nug toy from Harding that lives on her side table.

Can they take care of a plant? What about a pet? What about a child? Plant - absolutely not, she does not have a green thumb at all. Pet - probably. Tess likes cats over dogs. A child - Tessora doesn't think she's very maternal despite her getting more and more maternal as their mission progresses. She ends up with several "adopted" kids. She has unresolved issues that make her feel that she wouldn't be a good mom.

Ask them to describe their love interest. "Emmrich is patient and kind. He is my calm in the storm. Also, have you seen him? He's tall and sexy and has the most amazing pair of hands. He's also the smartest person I know."

Do they look good in red? She likes to think so.

Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech! Will they give one, and what about? How much as she had to drink? If she's had a few, Tess will go on about her ship and crew. She also knows a lot of facts about sea creatures so she may just start rattling those off.

Who will they take advice from, no matter what it is? Who won’t they take advice from, no matter what it is? Emmrich - yes. Thomas Hawke - no.

Describe them in three words. Now let them describe themself in three words. Badass. Sarcastic. Survivor. "Unserious. Crass. Reckless."

Do complex puzzles intrigue or frustrate them? Tess loves puzzles. More complex the better. She may still get frustrated but it only pushes her to solve it.

Do they empathize with non-sentient things (dolls, plants, books…)? I think so. Does talking to her ship and lovingly stroking its wood count?

What age do they most want to be right now? She lives in the now so her current age.

They’ve won the lottery. Spend, or save? For gold and glory, baby. Lord of FORTUNE. Tess would spend and spoil her friends. Emmrich, ever sensible, would try to get her to put some of it away.

Do they like romance in the books they read (or in the book they’re in)? Tess doesn't mind romance in books. She learned to read with Isabela's smutty romance collection.

Name one thing their parents taught them. Considering she's an orphan. Not a damn thing.

Would they agree with the term ‘guilty pleasure’? Do they have any? If Isabela and Hawke taught her anything, it's that one should never feel guilty about pleasure.

What would they consider a waste of time– other than school or work? Meetings where nothing gets decided and it's just circular arguments. Usually having to do with politics or nobility.

If money wasn’t a limit, what would they wear? Whatever she wants which is pretty much what she does already.

Do they like children? Contrary to considering herself as not maternal, Tess does like kids. Her crewmate Domneth's kids call her Auntie Tess and she loves them. She sometimes can act like a kid herself (Rowan says it's to make up for her own horrible childhood), so she's been known to entertain the Lord of Fortune kids with pirate stories or sea shanties.

Kissing: tongue or no tongue? Whatever the situation calls for. She likes both with the right person.

Do they study before tests? Practice before job interviews? Tessora never had any formal schooling. At all. She's a learn on the fly or just wing it kind of gal.

What do they like that nobody else does? Cliff Diving

What would it take for them to break up with someone? What would be the last straw? If he became the complete opposite of who he is - controlling, violent, power hungry, unsafe. Basically, the qualities of her former master.

Do they like being called pet names? Do they call other people pet names? What’s their go-to? Tessora melts everytime Emmrich calls her "darling" or "dearest". She loves it. She calls him "my love" sometimes.

Stability or novelty? Novelty

Honesty or charity? Honesty

Safety or possibility? Safety

Talent or effort? Effort

Forgiveness or vengeance (or…)? Vengeance

Would they date a fixer-upper? Tessora would consider herself to be the fixer upper.

What recurring dreams do they have? Tess still has dreams about being trapped in the regret prison.

What would they do if they knew it would be forgiven? Treasure hunt in the Necropolis. So much gold just sitting there.

oc asks that reveal more than you think

Do they sleep with a stuffed animal? If they have multiple, who’s the favorite?

Can they take care of a plant? What about a pet? What about a child?

Ask them to describe their love interest.

Do they look good in red?

Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech! Will they give one, and what about?

Who will they take advice from, no matter what it is? Who won’t they take advice from, no matter what it is?

Describe them in three words. Now let them describe themself in three words.

Do complex puzzles intrigue or frustrate them?

Do they empathize with non-sentient things (dolls, plants, books…)?

What age do they most want to be right now?

They’ve won the lottery. Spend, or save?

Do they like romance in the books they read (or in the book they’re in)?

Name one thing their parents taught them.

Would they agree with the term ‘guilty pleasure’? Do they have any?

What would they consider a waste of time– other than school or work?

If money wasn’t a limit, what would they wear?

Do they like children?

Kissing: tongue or no tongue?

Do they study before tests? Practice before job interviews?

What do they like that nobody else does?

What would it take for them to break up with someone? What would be the last straw?

Do they like being called pet names? Do they call other people pet names? What’s their go-to?

Stability or novelty?

Honesty or charity?

Safety or possibility?

Talent or effort?

Forgiveness or vengeance (or…)?

Would they date a fixer-upper?

What recurring dreams do they have?

What would they do if they knew it would be forgiven?

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Not sure if you’re still taking requests, but how about Az with a reader who has a tendency to hurt herself yet never realizes it until someone points it out?

I am constantly cutting myself and I never feel it - I swear the phrase “Are you okay? You’re bleeding!” Is one I hear at work weekly lol

Title: How to Alarm a Shadowsinger in Three Accidental Steps

pairing: azrial x human mate (fem!reader)

genre: flulf

The scent hit Azriel before he even entered the townhouse kitchen—blood. Your blood.

He was moving before he registered the thought, shadows whipping around him as he materialized in the doorway. His hazel eyes scanned the room with predatory precision, daggers already in hand.

What he found was you, humming contentedly while chopping vegetables for dinner, completely oblivious to the thin line of red trailing down your forearm.

"You're bleeding," he said, his deep voice so sudden in the quiet kitchen that you jumped, the knife clattering to the cutting board.

"Mother above, Az!" You pressed a hand to your chest. "Make some noise when you move, would you?"

He didn't smile, though the corners of his scarred hands tightened around Truth-Teller. "You're bleeding," he repeated, nodding toward your arm.

You glanced down, eyebrows rising in surprise. "Oh. Look at that." You examined the shallow cut with mild interest, as though observing a slightly unusual cloud formation. "Must've nicked myself with the knife."

Azriel's shadows retreated slightly as he realized there was no actual threat, but his concerned expression remained. With a silent sigh, he sheathed Truth-Teller and crossed to where you stood.

"This is the third time this week," he murmured, taking your wrist in his scarred hand. His touch was gentle—always so gentle with you—as he guided you to the sink.

"Is it really?" You tried to remember. "There was the thing with the book yesterday—"

"The paper cut that bled all over the library carpet," he confirmed, his deep voice tinged with exasperation as he ran cool water over your cut.

"And..."

"The splinter from the dock at the Sidra two days ago." Az's shadows curled around your joined hands, as though they too were concerned. "The one you didn't notice until Cassian pointed out you were leaving bloody footprints."

You had the decency to look embarrassed. "In my defense, we were having a very engaging conversation about battle tactics."

"And now this." He patted your arm dry with a clean towel, his movements methodical and practiced. It wasn't the first time he'd tended to your accidental wounds, and you both knew it wouldn't be the last.

"It doesn't even hurt," you protested.

"It never does, until later." Azriel guided you to sit at the kitchen table, where a small medical kit had appeared. You'd never seen him retrieve it. Shadows, probably.

As he began cleaning the cut with practiced efficiency, you noticed the tightness around his eyes, the subtle clench of his jaw. Your shadowsinger was worried, though he'd never admit it.

"I'm not actually made of glass, you know," you said softly, hoping to ease that look from his face.

Az's hazel eyes flicked up to meet yours. "Glass would be better. Glass makes noise when it breaks."

You couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up. "Did you just make a joke, spymaster?"

The barest hint of a smile touched his lips as he wrapped a bandage around your forearm. "It's not a joke when it's true, love."

"Well, lucky for me I have a shadowsinger who can smell a single drop of blood from across Velaris."

That earned you another almost-smile. "Apparently that's a necessary skill when you're involved."

His shadows curled closer, whispering something in his ear that made color touch his cheekbones. After five decades together, you still loved that you could make this ancient, deadly warrior blush.

"What are they saying now?" you asked, nodding toward the shadows.

Az finished securing your bandage, but didn't release your hand. "They're suggesting I assign one of them to follow you permanently, to alert me the moment you injure yourself."

"Oh, now that's just excessive—"

"I'm considering it."

You narrowed your eyes at him, but the effect was ruined by your smile. "You wouldn't dare."

His scarred thumb traced gentle circles on your palm. "You cut yourself chopping carrots, love. Soft, yielding carrots."

"They were being very uncooperative carrots."

One shadow detached from the others, sliding up your newly bandaged arm to curl around your wrist like a bracelet. It was cool but not unpleasant, a familiar sensation after all these years.

"Az," you warned, though there was no heat in it.

"It's just until dinner," he said, rising to his feet. "I'll finish the chopping."

As he turned back to the cutting board, you heard him murmur to the shadow, "Alert me if she so much as touches anything sharper than a spoon."

"I can hear you, you know."

Azriel's shoulders shook with silent laughter. "Good."

The shadow around your wrist squeezed gently, almost affectionately. You'd long ago stopped being unnerved by them; now they were simply extensions of Az himself—protective, vigilant, and surprisingly tender when it came to you.

"I don't need a babysitter," you said, but made no move to dislodge the shadow.

Az glanced over his shoulder, a rare full smile gracing his handsome face. "After fifty years, five hundred and twenty-three bandages, and one memorable incident with a teacup that somehow left you needing stitches, I think I'm entitled to a little caution."

"You've been counting?"

"Shadowsingers never reveal their methods." He resumed chopping with efficient grace.

You watched him work, this deadly warrior now wielding a kitchen knife with the same precision he showed on the battlefield. The shadow around your wrist pulsed gently in time with Az's heartbeat.

"I love you," you said suddenly, because sometimes the sight of him still took your breath away, even after all this time.

Az paused, his shoulders softening. Without turning, he replied, "I love you too. Please try not to bleed on dinner."

Your laughter filled the kitchen, bright against his shadows. The perfect balance, as always.

Later that night, when you somehow managed to cut your finger on a book while reading in bed, Azriel's exasperated sigh was followed by such a tender kiss to your palm that you almost—almost—felt bad for being so accident-prone.

Almost.

End.

[enhaven]

blow off ⤑ sjy, pjs (m.)

pairing: jake x reader x jay

word count: 3.3k

genre: smut, pwp-ish?, a little fluff, guess what they are as always 💋

summary: it seems that your boys have blown off some steam already but is it enough though?

warnings: explicit sexual content, pet names, cunnilingus so..munch!jake, car sex?, dry humping, exhibitionism, subtle power play?, fingering, face sitting, edging, a bit of cum play? slight voyeurism? humiliation, aftercare <3

a/n: i love waking up to things like this damn this is the munchiest looking jake ever 😩 this short live destroyed me goodbye lol

"like my new hair sweets?"

jake asks excitedly, noticing you eyeing his disheveled bangs when you entered their mini van. "mhmm, its fluffy again", you muse, brushing the long strands of his hair as you straddle his lap. it's the habit you developed with him when it's just the boys around, something that jake treasures a lot.

his hands are on your waist right away, pulling you closer to him for a hug. beside you both sits jay, who's been busy on his phone.

"i didn't cut my hair" he answers without looking up before you can get your question out. you didn't bother on replying because jake starts nuzzling his face against your bare décolletage, his bangs tickling your skin that's pulling your attention back to him.

when you didn't answer like jay expected, he looked up to see the reason why. he smirks before he reaches out, sliding his calloused hand around your nape to bring your face close to him.

and then he kisses you.

the deep and deliberate kind, the one that pisses jake off. jay does this often to taunt him, a payback for the amount of times he's teased him. not that it's the only way that would work but it has the most effect on jake, on any of them really.

you know the man beneath you has been holding back, doing his best to not give jay the satisfaction but it wasn't until you let out a moan after jay bites your lower lip that jake finally breaks.

"aye not fair baby, come here" he whines, tugging you back and jay releases you, rolling his eyes at jake's childishness.

"its my favourite hairstyle on him jakey, you know that" you reason, crossing your arms matching jake's pout and he huffs. any hairstyle looks good on jay because of how handsome he is, but the slicked back hair he's sporting right now makes your pussy clench into nothing.

"thank you sweetheart" jay coos, reaching out again to play with your hair and jake throws him a glare. "you're too impatient" jay declares, shooting you a wink, causing jake's hold on your waist to tighten.

"fine, 'm sorry" he mumbles but it's too quiet for your ears and jay's to hear. "what's that baby?" you tease, running your fingers through his hair. "i apologized alreadyy," he whines and you glanced at jay briefly before smiling down at jake.

oh how you love teasing him. he gets sulky whenever he's at a disadvantage but jay barely did anything.

you lean in to finally kiss him and he meets you halfway, devouring your lips eagerly that you couldn't help but giggle. it's probably because jay kissed you first but nevertheless, you match his ferocity, both your hands busy playing with his hair while tugging at his hoodie to bring your bodies even closer.

the two of you are drowning with one another's kisses that you almost forgot jay beside you. it isn't until you hear the sound of the seatbelt unbuckling which distracts you, removing your lips from jake's and turning to jay with questioning eyes.

he's not annoyed is he?

"i have to take this" he states, showing you his phone screen of someone calling him. he didn't really have to but he saw the worry creeping in your eyes did that for reassurance. you nod regardless and he leaves, sliding the door close, leaving you alone with his friend.

jake has been kissing your neck ever since but he's not leaving any marks. that's not for him to do but he'll make sure to feel you good while he can have you alone before jay comes back. his lips return to yours although this time, his attention is more on pulling your tight dress up.

excitement courses through you when jake's hands decide to slide your undies down, throwing the tiny piece of cloth somewhere. he's on a mission and you've been giving him hints on what you want, noticing it right away when you chose him tonight.

"ride my face baby" he whispers in between kisses, his voice hoarse and so needy. it's the one he uses when he wants his way with you, luring you in through his voice his half-lidded eyes. add the way he's been biting his lips, further enticing you to comply.

of course you will. you love jake's mouth, those addicting plump lips always make you weak even just with a couple kisses.

not wasting anymore time, you immediately got off his lap so he can lie down across the seats. he eagerly grabbing your body that you almost lost your footing before climbing up to him.

"patience, jaeyun.." you playfully chide, grabbing his handsome face as you hover above him. his hands circle around each of your thighs, pulling you closer to his face.

his very fuckable face.

you lower yourself on jake's awaiting mouth and he immediately smothers his face on your pussy. his tongue darts out to lick a stripe along your soaking slit, slurping the juices that he accumulated. you couldn't help but thread your fingers through jake's hair, tugging them as your hips move along naturally.

he only groans against your pussy as a reply, pulling you closer that you're almost worried you'll suffocate him.

the only thing can be heard inside the car are the noises you and jake has been making. combinations of your moans and the slurping sounds his mouth makes against your drenching core amplify every second that you're sure you can be heard from the outside.

"taste so good, baby" he distanced his mouth from your core to speak, opening his eyes to take a good view of you above him. you're so pretty while struggling to hold yourself up, gripping the car seat with one hand while the other grapples the door behind his head.

jake reaches to pull your arm down, almost throwing you off balance but his other arm thankfully steadies you. you looked down at him in confusion until he guides your hand to his luscious hair. "back here, sweets" he whispers, smirking before diving back to your pussy.

you're knocked on your knees, pushing your core towards jake's mouth more but with a better balance. then you roll your hips again, finding the rhythm almost immediately.

"jake-y, i'm close" you whine when his tongue leaves your core and instead starts flicking your swollen nub. the band on your lower abdomen tightens but before you can claim your impending release, the door in front of you slides open, revealing a surprised jay who caught you in his arms when your body falls forward.

your squeal and jay's presence didn't deter jake who continued lapping your pussy which made you tremble in jay's hold. your face ended up leaning on his chest, heaving since jake seems spurred. he's hallowing his cheeks to focus on sucking your clit and your legs begin to shake more.

you feel jay's chest rise as he takes a deep sigh and that's when you know he's annoyed since he hasn't said a word yet.

jay didn't think it'll be this fast although he should've known since jake's insatiable. they all are when it comes to you but jay takes pride of his restraint. after all, he's one of the best so he knows he'll enjoy this.

jay feels you stiffen then watches you lift your head slowly to look at him. the slight agitation in your eyes are clear but also humiliation at being caught in this compromising position.

"j-jay" you pull your upper body off his, gasping when jake doesn't stop but jay's just watching you, how jake's so immersed in you out even when you're essentially exposed to anyone passing by the car. jay's leaving it open and you don't know why. you're nervous since his eyes have been scrutinizing your body, particularly staring at where jake's currently devouring your cunt.

but he does look sideways to check if there's anyone around.

jay's brows are scrunched, immediately pulling the edge of your top down, exposing your tits to the cold air. the sensation made you moan out loud and resume your hips again, much to jake's delight.

until jay suddenly speaks.

"up"

you paused, searching his eyes with your pleading ones.

"fuck off, she didn't cum yet" jake complains from below but your focus is on jay who's still staring at you. his eyes drop to your bouncing tits and you thought he'd start playing with them at least.

he didn't so you rise off of jake's face clumsily much to his dismay. you didn't want jay to be mad at you or jake. he most likely woudn't but you'd still wanna avoid that. proved that he isn't when he assisted you while climbing off of jake who then got up so jay can go back to his seat.

jake scoots over so you can be in between him and jay but his friend acts nothing happened, turning to him in frustration.

"if you're not gonna do anything, let me at least continue" he states with a slight edge, pulling your shaking body back to his lap. he was about to pull his pants down when jay grabs his elbow to stop him.

"you can't fuck her"

"why the hell not?" jake groans in exasperation but he shuts up when jay sends him a death glare. after a few seconds of their heated stares, jake's face morphs in understanding while you're left confused.

"but i want to fuck jake" you say indignantly, like you weren't just cowering from jay, challenging him who's now shifted his eyes on you.

"your moans interrupted my call" he responds in a bored tone but his gaze tells you otherwise. you're caught off guard with the reason of his return, a flash of embarrassment flashes through you at the prospect of your moans being heard by the person who jay was in the phone with.

"it's..i didn't—" your mind's trying to come up with any excuse but you got none, looking helplessly at jake to chime in to appease jay.

"don't worry" he murmurs against your neck, dropping his head after to take one of your tits to his mouth. your eyes close at once, the worry about jay leaving your mind as jake plays your perked nipple with his tongue.

his hands are back on your waist, gradually lowering them to cup your ass. you ended up kissing jake again, totally ignoring jay's presence beside you as you begin grinding on jake's bulge. you're getting lost into jake's kisses, deepening into them while his hands come up to knead your tits when you feel two thick fingers prodding against your sodden core.

jake's lips descends to your jaw and neck, giving you the opportunity to look at jay, who's not even looking you at the moment. his attention's solely on his phone that he's holding in one hand which distracted you. then he finally inserts his fingers in, eliciting a surprised gasp from you. it got jake's attention because your hips begin to move again.

"what the fuck?" he protests, glaring at jay but the latter ignores his whims.

"don't stop now or she'll start crying soon" jay responds casually, like his fingers are not knuckle deep inside you.

"p-please" you whine to jake's ears, sounding so needy, one of his many weaknesses when it comes to you. the thing is, he doesn't know who you're begging to. he stops your hips instantly, urging you to answer without him asking.

your body's been twitching, so sensitive from all the ministrations from the both of them that you don't even notice jake's silent question. jay helps you however, by thrusting his fingers slowly but it's still not enough.

you want more.

"fuck...jay"

your moan of jay's name made jake scoff but you don't even care. all you want is to cum. your shaking legs and ragged breathing should've been enough of a sign for both boys. you just have to wait which one of them will take pity of you.

to your relief, jake didn't argue anymore like he usually would. his reluctant hands releases your hips before resuming where his lips were before jay interrupted.

"this can't do" jake says after a few seconds, hoisting you up so you can bounce more. you turn to jay needily, reaching out to him but he only increases the pace of his fingers inside you.

"jongseong..please" jay halts when you call him his other name. you must be very desperate then, evident when you start blabbing more words while grabbing his jacket with one hand.

jake grants your request instead, maneuvering your body around, forcing jay to remove his fingers from your pussy. you whine loudly at the emptiness but jay grabs your body closer to him, tweaking your sensitive with his drenched fingers.

"what do you want?" he asks fondly, looking at you with fascination even when he knows what you've been asking. it's an excuse so he can spread your own juices across both of your tits to tease you more.

your mind's fogged now that jake's started playing with your clit; twisting and pinching the swollen nub and you're trying to close your thighs but his grip on them stops you.

"she doesn't even know, tsk" you squirm at jake's touches, his words adding to your delirium at the moment. you just something, anything that'll let you cum but they keep asking for specifics.

tears well in your eyes and jay notices right away, pulling your body up so your back's leaning against his clothed chest. jake meets jay's eyes, moving down his fingers to tease your dripping core. the tip of his fingers run along your slit and you want to cry in frustration.

"no..more..teasing, please jaeyun i wanna cum" you give him your most needy eyes in hopes that he'll put them in. however, jay starts kissing the side of your neck, causing your eyes to close and louder moans coming out from you at the feeling of his teeth nipping your skin.

jay continues to leave marks and you tilt your head so he'd have more access, alternating from sucking and biting that you almost forgot jake pausing to watch you both. jay's hands have been squeezing your tits at the same time and your hand comes up to grab his neck, your attention's solely on him now.

of course, jake won't take kindly to that. he pushes three fingers inside you without warning, leading for you to squeal in surprise but relief that he's finally touching you again.

"i'm not sure if i want to now sweets" he says, his faux dismissal made you clench around his fingers either way. you tug jay's gelled hair for back up but he only smirks against your skin. a whine escapes you when jake slowly removes his fingers, closing your legs to trap his arm in between them.

your free hand takes jake's wrist to convince him, your eyes fixated on his veiny fingers coated with your slick. you hope you'd entice him since you've been trying your best to pay attention despite jay's current mission to distract you.

"i've been good..to you both" you breathe out the last phrase with another whine and jay stops his hands from kneading your breasts to get a good look at your face. the daze in your eyes, your mouth gaping with the occasional twitch of your body are all signs that you're near your limit and both boys know it.

throwing another glance at jake, the latter returns his fingers, thrusting back to feel your walls spazz around them.

"yeah? think you can cum or should i make you squirt too?" jake teases even though he can't take the risk. you shake your head no; you don't think you can anymore if they prolong this teasing. your hips jerk and jake fastens the pace of his fingers, his thumb rolling eights against your nub. then suddenly your back arches, your body going rigid as you reach your climax.

you let out a squeal of protest when jake doesn't stop, the squelching sounds from your pussy are all both boys can hear and it's taking all their might to not to fuck you after.

"there we go...so pretty" jay whispers, helping you out with your high by kneading your breasts again, sparing your perked nipples this time so you can finally relax.

"well, you're messy" jay comments, stroking your twitching body while jake's making sure you won't be spilling in the car seats. they can't afford to make excuses later on and put you in a difficult situation. jake had to collect your juices as much as he can and push them back inside your swollen pussy.

you're whimpering, walls twitching at the oversensitivity and its making jake grin in amusement. you're looking at him invitingly and he had to immediately remove his fingers, propping them to his mouth. he's had to close his eyes as he sucks your release off of them, a convincing excuse to avoid your eyes before he can't stop himself.

jay knows that jake's struggling so he sits up, pulling your body along with him, leading for your ass to sit right on his hardening dick.

"might fuck her in the ass, what do you say baby?" jay chuckles deeply as he asks, noting that you can feel how hard he's been. he's just teasing to see if you still want more.

you can barely focus with the intense pleasure you're still under and now this. you heard jay's words clearly though, grinning to yourself at his idea. "later.." you whimper, grinding your ass cheeks on his bulge a little and he scoffs at your greed, gripping your hips as a warning.

jake eyes your current state; your mini dress is rumpled in your midsection, swollen tits out on display and your pussy's still soaking from your own release. you're humming, hands touching jay's arms to let you go but he doesn't.

jay looks at jake, recognizing those big eyes silently asking him to hand you over so he relents. he knows how much jakes loves cuddling you outside of sex and you've grown accustomed to jake's hugs quickly out of all of them.

jake cradles you in his arms while jay hurriedly rolls down windows, letting the fresh air inside the car. you're dozing off as jake hurriedly puts your clothes back on your body, pulling the hems of your dress back in place.

you hug him once he finishes to show your gratitude, not minding that he didn't include your panties. you know jay has it but you're too tired to ask for it back. they randomly keep it whenever you have sex so you don't really care. sometimes they return it, washed and sometimes not.

a few minutes later, the driver's seat opened and it stirs you. their driver wordlessly starts the engine and jake moves your body, lying you down side ways so you'd be comfortable. jay receives your upper half, placing your head on his lap. after you're situated, jake finally fishes his phone from his pocket, grinning wickedly as he quickly sends a series of texts to update the group chat.

jay shakes his head, the side of his mouth curling at his friend's antics. he looks down at your pretty face, finding you adorable that you're trying to keep your eyes open as soon as the care begins to move.

"sleep baby, we'll wake you up once we arrive hmm?"

you can barely hear his voice, nuzzling his thighs but you nod either way while strokes your hair as you fall in to deep slumber.

e/n: and as always, all my planned fics went over the cliff lmao i'm sorry y'all for the delays idk why i'm like this.

[magrowette-sadisticccrow]

Therefore, when somebody is speaking a cipher, he also should easily understand it. 

--- 

When Riddle breaks out of Arkham after a long break, he wants to do something special, use a hobby of his in his villain career, because I can’t imagine that the only riddles he makes while in Arkham are logic puzzles. Bet he makes a whole lot of different types of 'em, like cryptographs, chess and shogi problems or math puzzles. 

This time, given a peculiarly unexpected higher supervision, he decides to use the additional time that he’ll need to break out to make his own language. He works on it while finding a good time to create cracks within the upgraded surveillance. Its grammar is based on West-Slavic languages, word formation on West-Germanic, phonology from Middle Chinese, and so on and so forth. 

The first “crack” he thinks he’ll be able to take advantage of is the new psychiatry intern, a Miss Nightingale, who so happened to start her internship a week before improved security. He thought she’d be an easy target, but finds out otherwise, as she manages to have him participate in therapy whilst not exposing a single weak point.   She reminded him of his cousin Madeline, although both hair and eye color are wrong... 

He doesn’t manage to achieve any breakouts in the next month, but he gets to know the new intern, whose full name is Jasmine Nightingale.  A month after his attempt with Miss Nightingale, he finds a genuine weak link and uses it to break out, taking Miss Intern with him.   Not that she complains, for her, it’s a perfect way to analyze the inner workings of Nygmas brain while he creates his riddles. 

He uses his language to send out multiple signals on the radio and plants a bomb in the city hall to distract the Bats. It seemed like a perfect puzzle, one that will grant him quite a lot of time to reacquaint himself with his safehouses and resources.  

Seemed 

He didn’t predict that somebody would be able to immediately crack his language, that person being Danny. 

Danny, who just heard his sister was kidnapped by a villain. 

Danny, who in the last few months he lived in gotham, saw what kind of damage a maniac villain could do. 

Danny, who doesn’t know anything about the Rouges, aside from them being Batfams villains. 

Danny, who is extremely protective of his fraid. 

So when he hears some guy saying he kidnapped his sister over the radio by the end of his shift, he doesn’t hesitate. 

Tim, who was just waiting for his coffee in his favourite coffee shop, witnessed the barista, who he thought was a simple meta with a language understanding ability, literally disappear in the kitchen. Vanish into thin air. "That probably doesn’t mean anything good” He mutters, already texting the rest of the family about what happened and asking for any information that might allude to the reason as to why the barista disappeared like a ghost. 

His earpiece rang “Yeah, O? What’s up? Do you already have some info, which if you do, kudos to you, because hadn't I sent that text only 2 minutes ago?” 

Oracle spoke “Yes, yes and yes. Turns out that just when your coffee guy voided, a transmission from Riddler on the radio ended. He was talking in some kind of cipher or language, so I guess your meta-barista automatically understood what he was saying. Guess Riddler took someone or something precious to him, so I predict he’s going after him.” She concluded. 

“About him being a meta, he has two abilities” 

“...What? Meta-abilities are singular, with one function. How?” 

“If I knew I would be bragging to you about figuring it out.” 

“Alright... So we have an unidentified individual with an unkown power level on a manhunt for Riddler. “ 

“And he probably knows exactly where to look. I looked at the transmission recording you sent and it’s long. Wouldn’t be suprised if Nygma included his exact location in it, or the precious things.” 

“I’m going to foward this to others. If you’re going to join, be quick and join the rest in the Batcave” 

“Okay, thanks” Tim thanked Barbara and ended the call.  

Now, is it better to stay and wait for this guy or go after the rouges? 

--- 

“When did you start making puzzles such as this, Mr. Nygma? They’re quite complex, I assumed it’d been at least a decade.” Jazz, who was currently tied up in a warehouse, asked. She had been sitting in there for almost 3 hours now and she’s growing bored. At least it gives her a chance to ask her patient more questions, which he actually isn’t opposed to answering. 

A voice crackled out of a speaker in the corner of the room she was in. “I’ve always been interested in brain teasers and such, but my first riddle like this... Around 12 years ago” 

“May I know what it was?” He’ll answer, seems like a person who's proud of their achievements. 

“A simple intimidation trick that granted me some funds for when I was in a bit of a peculiar situation. I took the guys only photos left of his family and burned one every time he answered incorrectly to my questions.” He said simply. It truly was a beginner tactic, but it worked and secured him enough funds to finally put a roof over his head.   After he was released the first time, he had no one to turn to, no place to return to and no resources to utilize. Turning towards the darker path of life was the only option and while he regrets not trying to ask any distant family for help, he doesn’t think anyone would’ve come. His parents were... rummy, enough to make him hesitate in contacting anybody, especially after he heard the stories of his other relatives.  He may have only been told of the one’s on his mother's side, but it was enough. He wasn’t and still isn’t inclined to try and find those “damned witches from the north”. 

“Did you need it to stabilize after getting out of Arkham the first time?” Clever girl, his indifference towards her possible death is diminishing by the minute. 

“Bingo! You got that in one. Is it familiar to you? With how fast you concluded as to why I needed funds.” 

She smiled towards the camera “Perhaps, although right now my situation is quite well. Needed some help from my brothers, but we managed to settle quite nicely.” 

Brothers? “You have siblings?” Edward asked, curious. 

Nightingale quickly looked away from the camera. “Yes...” She affirmed, her face becoming a blank mask. Interesting... 

“...If I may ask, how many? Do you like them?” Being an only child, it makes one wonder how it feels to have them. 

“...Three.”  

“Quite nice.” And that was it. 

A dull silence settled over the room. 

It enabled Jasmine to hear a pressing, familiar hum of power, ecto, fraid. 

It seems that Danny began looking for her. 

---

It didn’t take a lot to narrow Jazz’s location to a few miles around the docks, but it could’ve been faster.  

Well, he knows his sister can take care of herself, but somebody kidnapping her? Still a Big No No in his books. And the faster he gets her out, the better. 

Danny pulls out a light green whistle out of his pocket and whistles. 

At first, nothing seemed to change, but with every second, he could feel the ecto in the air thicken and coalesce in front of him, in the form of a small tunnel.   Out of it jumped out a small, neon green dog. 

“Hi Cujo!” Danny petted the ghostie “Do you want to help me find Jazzy? I know you remember her scent. I’ll even give you your favourite chewing sticks if you do it under 5 minutes” He bargained with the dog, who seemed to understand this offer. 

The canine immediately started to look around, sniffing various places untill he caught a scent.  Cujo quickly followed the scent, running through various buildings in the process with Danny hot on it’s heels. 

“Good Doggy, Cujo! As fast as you can! Just make sure nobody sees you!” Danny shouted. 

After barely a few minutes, Cujo landed in front of a warehouse on the northside of the Docks. He sniffed and pawed at the large, industial doors. 

“So this is it, thank you Cujo” Danny rubbed the ghosties head in appreciation. “Now go home, I'll be there in a few with your snacks.” 

At that, Cujo barked and vanished into thin air. 

“Let’s start this rodeo” 

---

“Uhhh, Riddle?” Asked one of his goons. 

“Yes?”  

“Somebody broke into the warehouse with Miss Nightingale...” 

“WHAT? This fast? Who!?” 

“That’s the thing, nobody knows” the guy answered. 

The riddle should’ve taken the Bats at least 6 hours to solve, and they’re still busy with the town hall bomb, so who was it? Maybe a new player? Or somebody looking for revenge... 

Whilst Nygma mused, he didn’t notice a silent figure slowly stalking towards him. By the time he did, it was too late... 

“So you’re the one who abducted my sister.” The thing said, its voice cold and hard like steel. 

“FUCK!?- How did you get here!?!” Riddle shouted, taken off guard by this mysterious new person. 

The figure themself was cloaked in shadows, the only thing visible being their toxic green eyes that glowed in the low light of Riddles office.  He gave off an aura of dread, making the people around it freeze from from fear.  

It smiled and the last thing Nygma remembered was the radioactive glow of the new player and its words 

“Don’t do it again” 

Later, when he was put back into Arkham, he reminded himself that if gods exist, why not daemons.  

He hoped to meet it again, perhaps in better circumstances. Afterall, it’s not often that you meet such being. 

---

“Thanks for the save, brother” Jazz said while hugging Danny. 

After her retrieval, he flew them both to his cafe. It was barren, with him having the closing shift. With no witnesses around, he let himself and Jazz become visible in the kitchen. 

“No problem, although... He seemed familiar, didn’t he?” Danny inquired. 

“That’s probably because he’s our uncle from mother’s side of family.” Jazzy replied easily. 

Family, huh... 

“Does he know?” 

“I don’t think so. He never gave any indication aside from what I assume was him noticing the resemblance, but not connecting the dots, either due to not enough information or simply not being able to. I’m betting it’s the former.” Jazz explained. 

“I don’t think we should inform him, or at least wait a few more months” 

“Yeah, that’s a good idea. I planned to drop some hints after a few more sessions, but the breakout might’ve delayed that.” 

“Okay. Now that that’s taken care of, do you want me to fly you to your dorms, or will you stay the night?” Danny asked. 

Jazz looked at her brother and smiled warmly, noticing the slight tension of his shoulders and uneasy ectoplasm. “I’ll stay, coming back this late today would raise unnecessary questions” She assured him. 

They exited the kitchens towards the cafe, only now noticing its lone patron. 

Tim raised his eyebrow. He debated interrogating the presumed meta now or letting them go. Asking now would give some necessary answers, but it would raise some alarms. On the other hand, if he let them go, he might not find the barista and a woman who he thinks is his sister later. 

In the end, he decides letting them feel secure is the better choice.   “Nice vanishing act, do I want to know, or should I forget that anything questionable happened here?” He asked. 

Danny narrowed his eyes at the teenager. He knows that’s Tim Drake, presumed by him to be the vigilante Red Robin and adopted son of Bruce Wayne, aka Batman. It’s best he stays as innocent as he can and if something goes wrong, they can always forge new identities. Jazz’s PhD won’t matter if somebody finds out about their situation. 

He put on a bright smile and an innocent act “Yeah.. Please don’t tell anybody? I just want some peace with my sister and being put on Bats radar won’t get me that. I promise I haven’t used my abilities in anyway aside from today!” He plead with big eyes and an open expression. 

Tim was silent for a few minutes, before shrugging “Sure” 

That was that? “Just like that?”  

“Yeah, you make the best coffee i ever had and I don’t want to lose that” Tim stated  

“Are you sure?” Danny pressed. 

The teenager looked to the side “Welllllll, If you could help me decipher some codes now and then, it would be appreciated” He admitted with his head low. 

Danny stared at him “I mean, okay, If that’s what it takes.” 

“Great!” Tim exclaimed “Now that that’s taken care of, I need to go home.” He exited the cafe “Have a great night!” He shouted over his shoulder as he left. 

Both Danny and Jazz stared at the empty space where the teenager used to be. 

They looked at each other, at the door and again at each other. 

“...Leave it for tommorow?” Jazz suggested.  “Yeah, let’s leave it for tomorrow” Danny agreed. 

DP × DC The Power of Names Coffee Shop AU

Coffee shops are notorious for misspelling peoples names to the point that it's a running joke and basically a forgone conclusion everywhere. Everywhere except this tiny coffee shop near Crime Alley. The new hire there, Danny, spells everybody's name correctly without having to ask. Whether it's "Carly" or "Karly," he always gets it right the first time. Heck, people give him their names in Chinese and Arabic, and he swaps to the correct alphabet, no problem (because Danny, being king of the dead, can speak all languages dead and living, so might as well be respectful).

It becomes a bit of a running joke in the community to give Danny the craziest names they can find to see if he can get them right. Some of the Bats even hear rumors about him and give it a go for fun. They make a game out of it to see who can find a language or alphabet that Danny can't get. That is until, while massively sleep deprived from a case involving cults and magic and getting nowhere, Tim accidently says one of the words that he'd been hearing in the cultist chants when he orders. Danny gives him an odd look but shrugs and writes something on the cup. It isn't until Tim has already left the shop that he realizes that the symbol written on his cup is one shown in the cultists scrolls he couldn't decipher.

Tim almost dropped his coffee. Danny wasn't just a human who knew a ton of languages, he must have been a meta with the ability to understand EVERY language. And the Bats desperately needed his help to crack this one before the cultist finished summoning whatever demon or disaster they had planned. But how to get the kid's help? From idle chatter while ordering, the Bats learned that Danny wanted nothing to do with the Gotham vigilantes. And Tim had already given his connection to this case away by spewing that word written on his cup...

(I like to imagine the name Tim gave was something like "corn field" and that's why Danny looked at him funny and not because it's one of the languages of the dead)

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Love and Deepspace Men as College Students AU

pairings. sylus x reader, zayne x reader, rafayel x reader, xavier x reader, caleb x reader

notes. my headcanons of how and what would they be if they were set in an alternate universe of a college setting. requests are open!

SYLUS

Everyone knows Sylus. Whether it’s because of his absurd wealth, the way he dominates the racing scene, or how he carries himself among the crowd, he’s the kind of student people admire from afar but rarely dare to approach.

Definitely owns the most expensive bike on campus. He would pull up to lectures late, engine roaring, only to park in the most inconvenient places. The professors hate it, but no one dares to tell him to stop.

Never attends classes on time. He shows up whenever he feels like it, slides into his seat without a care, and still manages to ace every test like it’s effortless.

His major is a mystery. Seriously. Some say he’s in business because of his family’s influence, others think he’s in engineering because of his obsession with bikes. The truth? He’s studying something completely unexpected. (Design)

The one who gets professors to bend rules. He hands in assignments late, yet somehow convinces the professor to accept them. Probably through sheer confidence and the undeniable fact that his work is always top-tier.

People constantly try to get on his good side. Fake friends, clingy admirers, opportunists, he sees through them all. It’s a rare feat to actually earn his trust.

People think he’s cold, but he’s actually just selective. He doesn’t waste words on people who don’t matter. But when he does care? His presence is all-consuming, and he keeps those people close to him.

Has a reputation for getting into fights. He doesn’t start them, but if someone dares to push him? He ends them. Fast. Brutally. Efficiently.

Despite his reputation he's ridiculously smart. No one expects him to be the guy who casually dismantles complex theories in class. He doesn’t even study much, his mind just works differently.

He doesn't date, at least not publicly. People wonder if he’s ever been in a relationship, but no one has proof. His affairs, if they exist, are shrouded in complete secrecy.

He knows the underground side of the university too well. He’s got plenty connections, some legal, some… not so much. The kind of guy who could get his hands on things no regular college student should have access to.

SCENARIO

It’s late. The campus parking lot is empty, except for the flickering streetlights and the distant hum of a few motorcycles.

You’re walking toward your dorm when you hear the deep purr of an engine slowing to a stop.

You glance over your shoulder. It turns out to be Sylus.

He’s sitting astride his bike, helmet balanced on his thigh, one hand gripping the handlebar loosely. His gaze? Fixed directly on you.

"Didn’t take you for the type to stay out this late," he murmurs, voice low.

You shrug, trying to ignore the way the cold air makes you shiver. "Didn’t take you for the type to care."

A slow, lazy smirk spreads across his lips. "I don’t." A lie. You can tell.

He watches as you move closer, eyes flickering down for a fraction of a secon, too quick, but you catch it anyway. You don't want to make your conversation longer with someone this well-known, so you walk ahead, hoping that that's the end of it. Until you hear him speak again.

"Need a ride?" It’s an invitation wrapped in something dangerous. How unexpected.

You hesitate, then tilt your head. "Why would you...?"

Sylus chuckles deeply, like he wasn’t expecting the challenge. "Guess there’s only one way to find out."

And just like that, he tosses you the helmet. As if he already knew you’d say yes.

ZAYNE

The epitome of a model student; Perfect attendance, straight A’s, every professor’s favorite. If there’s a student the university would use in a promotional video, it’s certainly him.

Teachers' favourite

Always impeccably dressed. Button-down shirts, slacks, polished shoes—never a wrinkle, never a stain. He treats college like a corporate internship, and it shows. He also often walks around with long trench coats, it's his favourite piece of clothing.

Sits in the exact same seat every lecture. Second row, dead center. First row is too eager and attention-seeking, but anything further back is inefficient.

Has the most organized notes you’ve ever seen. Typed, color-coded, formatted like a research paper. If you ask to borrow them, he’ll hesitate before sighing and handing them over.

Never late, never rushed. His schedule is meticulously planned. If he’s ever late, something catastrophic must have happened.

Carries a leather-bound planner around. Digital calendars are unreliable for him. He writes everything down, from deadlines to coffee appointments, in perfect cursive.

He's always chosen as a delegate for external competitions or division-level activities, earning several awards.

Rarely seen at campus cafeterias. If he does eat on campus, it’s either a perfectly balanced meal prepped in advance or something minimal like black coffee and a protein bar.

Always smells expensive. Not overpowering, just subtly present. Clean, crisp, like fresh pages of a book mixed with something chic and sophisticated.

Somehow has dirt on everyone. He doesn’t gossip, but he listens. A passing remark, a detail others overlook, he collects information without even trying, possibly even using those against those people when needed.

Once you earn his attention, it’s hard to shake it off. If he chooses to focus on you, it’s deliberate. And his attention is the kind that lingers, even when he’s gone.

SCENARIO

It’s late. The campus library hums with a quiet stillness, the air thick with the scent of old books and freshly brewed coffee. You’re seated at a wooden desk, buried under an avalanche of textbooks and half-written notes, struggling to finish an assignment.

“Your handwriting is inefficient,” comes a smooth voice from behind you.

You glance up, blinking as Zayne pulls out the chair across from you, uninvited but completely assured of his place there. He sets down a sleek leather journal, flipping it open with precise movements.

You scoff. “Not all of us are programmed for perfection.”

His lips quirk—just slightly. “Clearly.”

You glare, but he’s already scanning your notes, his sharp gaze dissecting your work with effortless precision. Without asking, he reaches over, flips your notebook around, and rewrites an equation.

“You missed a variable.”

You stare at his elegant script, then back at him. “Do you enjoy making people feel incompetent?”

Zayne exhales, amused. “No.”

His fingers brush against yours as he slides your notebook back. It’s fleeting—so subtle you might’ve imagined it.

"Then what?" You ask. But when you meet his gaze, there’s something else there, something unreadable, something intentionally left for you to decipher.

And for the first time tonight, your exhaustion is replaced with something else entirely.

RAFAYEL

Skips classes religiously, claiming the "academic system is a plague on creative minds." He’s only seen in class when he’s legally required to be there—or when he’s bored enough to entertain himself with a professor’s suffering.

If he does attend, expect dramatic sighs, exaggerated eye rolls, and the occasional muttered insult about how the syllabus is “the death of passion.”

Knows everything about everyone. It’s not that he seeks out gossip—it simply comes to him. He has a way of prying secrets out of people with nothing more than a lazy smirk and a well-placed question.

Unapologetically nosy. If you so much as whisper in the hallway, he’s tilting his head, eyes alight with curiosity, waiting for the drama to unfold.

Despite his disdain for academics, he has the highest scores in philosophy and art history—because, according to him, “those are the only things worth knowing.”

Causes scandals effortlessly. One time, he casually implied that two professors were having an affair, and within a week, half the campus believed it. Was it true? He won’t say.

His art is chaotic, emotional, sometimes terrifying, and always raw. Professors either worship him or think he’s insane—there is no in-between.

Constantly broke despite having expensive tastes. Has a habit of buying ridiculously overpriced lattes just for the aesthetic of holding them.

Everyone thinks he’s a flirt, but he’s actually just very comfortable with physical affection. Will drape himself over his friends, lean against them, play with their hair—but the moment it’s turned on him? Flustered beyond belief.

The type to disappear for days and then show up like nothing happened, holding a new painting and a cryptic comment like, “I was emotionally exiled to the mountains.”

Claims to be a “nihilist” but secretly gets way too invested in people’s love lives. Will drop devastatingly accurate predictions about who’s going to break up next.

Often idles in the clinic when it's physical education time, just because he doesn't want to sweat.

SCENARIO

It’s midnight when you find him, half-sprawled on the studio floor, surrounded by unfinished canvases. The room smells like paint thinner and something distinctly him—smoky, a little sweet, like the remnants of a late-night adventure.

“You’re out past curfew,” he drawls, not even looking up. He’s playing with a paintbrush between his fingers, tapping it idly against his knee. “Breaking the rules? How rebellious of you.”

“Rafayel, I need to close this room now. Ms. Evans told me so.” You cross your arms, stepping over a discarded sketchbook. “You aren't allowed in here this late.”

He finally looks up, eyes gleaming with mischief. “No. But neither are you, so now we’re both criminals! How romantic.”

You roll your eyes but step closer anyway. He’s watching you now, head tilted in that way he does when he’s analyzing something—or someone.

“You should go,” you tell him.

“So should you.” His lips twitch. “But instead, you’re here. Seeking me out. Really suspicious of you, but it's okay, I get people who have crushes.”

You sigh, exasperated. “Rafayel—”

“Shh.” He shifts, suddenly closing the space between you, paint-streaked fingers brushing against your wrist. His touch is warm, even through the cold air of the studio.

“I have a theory,” he murmurs, voice lower now, softer. “I think you like me.”

Your heart stumbles. “Excuse me?”

“I think,” he continues, ignoring your attempt at indignation, “that you pretend I annoy you, but you keep coming back.” His fingers trail higher, barely grazing the inside of your wrist. “I think you’re more interested than you want to admit.”

You swallow hard, pulse betraying you. “You’re insufferable.”

He grins. "That's what you like about me."

XAVIER

Rarely speaks in class, but when he does, it’s always something unexpectedly insightful. Professors are lowkey impressed.

His navigation skills are atrocious. He’ll confidently walk into the wrong lecture hall, sit through 20 minutes of an advanced physics course before realizing he’s supposed to be in philosophy.

Has a perfectly neutral expression 99% of the time. No one ever knows what he’s thinking, and it drives people crazy.

Falls asleep in the most inappropriate places. He’s been found dozing off in stairwells, under trees, and even once, standing up in a crowded elevator.

He doesn’t understand social norms at all. If someone tells him a joke, he’ll just stare at them before giving a delayed, monotone “Ha. Ha.”

Awkward in a way that somehow makes him more attractive. He doesn’t try to be charming, and yet, that’s what makes people drawn to him.

Has absolutely no idea he’s a campus heartthrob. People whisper about him, but he’s too oblivious to notice.

Has an oddly intense gaze. Even if he’s not trying to be, the way he stares at people makes it feel like he’s reading their soul.

Carries a handkerchief like some 19th-century nobleman. And yes, he will hand it to you if you’re crying.

Oblivious to flirting. Someone could directly say, “I like you,” and he’d just nod and go, “Noted.”

His humor is so dry it’s almost undetectable. Half the time, you can’t tell if he’s joking or being serious. One time he approached you suddenly while you read a book about being different, "How many yous would I find in the next school year?" Huh? "Being different, right?"

The most inconveniently attractive person on campus. He’s not trying, but the rolled-up sleeves, the lazy ruffled hair, the calm but unreadable expression? Yeah. It’s a problem.

A student council member but always absent during meetings.

SCENARIO

It’s late, probably too late to be out walking around campus. But here you are, beside Xavier, the cool autumn air pressing in around you.

“You should go back to your dorm,” he says, his voice as calm as ever. “It’s getting late.”

“You’re literally out here too.”

He tilts his head, like he hadn’t considered that. “…Fair point.”

The two of you walk in silence for a while, the faint glow of streetlights casting long shadows over the pavement. He doesn’t say much, but that’s normal. Being with Xavier isn’t about filling space with words.

Then, out of nowhere...

“Do you want to hold hands?”

You nearly stumble. “What?”

He just looks at you, expression unreadable. “It’s statistically safer to walk in pairs. Handholding ensures proximity.”

You narrow your eyes. “That’s… the worst excuse I’ve ever heard.”

He shrugs. “I know.” But his hand is right there, fingers slightly curled, waiting.

After a beat, you sigh and take it. His grip is warm, steady—but then, a slight squeeze. A tiny motion, but enough to send a shiver up your spine.

When you glance up at him, there’s something different in his expression. Just for a second, an almost-smirk. A teasing, knowing glint in his eyes.

Like he’s enjoying this.

You squeeze his hand back.

And he lowers his head to smile.

CALEB

The golden boy of the campus. He’s effortlessly popular—everyone knows him, everyone likes him, but he doesn’t care for any of it.

A natural-born athlete. Captain of the basketball team, but he’s also good at soccer, swimming, and anything that involves physical endurance. He lives for competition.

Too charismatic for his own good. People are drawn to him, but he keeps a natural distance, his warm exterior masking the fact that his attention is extremely selective.

Flirty without meaning to be. It’s not intentional. He’s just too smooth, and it drives people crazy. A smirk here, a casual arm around someone’s shoulders, it all means nothing to him.

Has had dozens of love confessions, but never accepted a single one. No one knows why.

Straightforward and assertive. If he wants something, he takes it. If he doesn’t like someone, they know.

Has a ridiculous amount of stamina. Can play a full game, go to the gym, and still have energy left to pick someone up and carry them effortlessly.

Would rather fight than argue. He’s not one for petty debates, he settles things physically or with an unshakable finality in his tone.

Territorial as hell. His seat in the cafeteria? His parking spot? His people? All his. No one touches them.

Cooked once during a cookery lesson and was annoyingly good at it. Now people keep begging him to make food, but he only ever does it for someone specific.

A terrible tutor. He has zero patience for slow learners and will resort to bribing, challenging, or outright intimidating someone into getting the right answer.

He doesn't always resort to violence, no. When someone pisses him off, tying the person's bag around their chair is all that he needs to do. Sometimes, secretly putting huge rocks inside the bagpack.

Cannot sit still for long periods. He’s either tapping his foot, spinning a pen, or stretching every five minutes.

Despite his unpredictability, he's ranked as the valedictorian of his batch.

SCENARIO

The student lounge is crowded. People are chatting, studying, and lazily scrolling through their phones between classes. You’re sitting on one of the couches, laughing at something your friend just said when Caleb suddenly slides into the seat next to you.

No warning. Just an unbothered, entirely possessive claim of the space beside you.

“Hey—” You barely have time to react before he does something even bolder.

His arm slings over the back of the couch, effectively caging you in. His fingers tap lazily against your shoulder, casually.

You turn, confused. “Caleb…?”

He doesn’t look at you. He’s staring at your friend instead with a forced smile, his usual easygoing nature laced with something colder.

“Are you leaving?” Caleb asks in a deceptively polite tone.

Your friend hesitates. Then, after a forced chuckle, stands up. “I—yeah, I have class.”

They’re gone in seconds.

You blink, not being able to say anything.

“What?” Caleb finally turns to you, his smirk lazy, but his eyes? Entirely unrepentant.

You frown. “You didn’t have to do that.”

He hums, tilting his head slightly, watching you too closely.

“Didn’t I?”

The implication hangs in the air. Like he knows something you don’t. Like he’s already decided what’s his.

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How are you not dead yet? - MV1/33

Pairing - Fem! Dutch Olympic Rugby Player! Reader x Max Verstappen Warnings - Probably wrong terms of endearment in Dutch and like one maybe two swear words Type - Written Fic Word Count - 1.2k Summary - Max and Y/n always call each other before and after their races and matches. Y/n unfortunately has a knack for ending up mildly hurt. Links - My main masterlist is here And as it is a part of my F1 x Olympics series, the masterlist is here

Requests are open <3 Hope you enjoy it! 💙 P.s the lion is me because my neck is actually so done for

P.p.s I am so sorry this is so late. I've been so busy and had very little motivation. But thank you for bearing with me if you followed me for this xx you're very appreciated xx

You were sat by your phone waiting for Max to pick up. It rang twice before his voice rang out from the speaker.

“Pre race call. Checking in copy?” You let out a small laugh at the tradition of answering your calls like a radio message.

“Loud and clear Maxie. Whatever would I do without my pre race call.” You were sat on your bed in the Olympic village, one of your teammates smiling as she leaves the room noticing the phone call. “I'm fully unpacked before you ask, been here for an age already but my laptop is set-up and I've got some of the build-up on now. Let's hope Spa gives us some luck.”

From the other side of the phone you could hear Max laugh. 

“Schatje, you've got your first match tomorrow, You shouldn't be watching me race, you should be doing some final prep.”

“But someone needs to cheer for you and annoy every one of their teammates with the excessive cheering and yelling during race weekends.” You smiled to yourself thinking about the times that you had one of Max's races on while with your family last year only for them to tell you that you had to quiet down a bit due to the 'excessive yelling and crying'.

“I know liefje, there's no point even trying to get you to change your mind. I love you, I've got to go get into the car.” 

Although you were slightly disappointed that you couldn't talk for longer, you knew that you both had things you needed to get on with. 

“Okay Max. Have a wonderful race! Stay safe baby. I love you!”

“I love you more”

You smiled and hung up immediately making sure to turn on the volume on the laptop to hear the commentators. Twenty minutes later and the cars were out on track for the formation lap and you were sat very comfortably in front of your laptop holding onto the small stuffed lion that you had brought with you hidden in the depths of your suitcase. 

“Come on baby you’ve got this.”

You knew he was incredibly far back, P11 was not the most ideal result from qualifying but the penalty was inevitable after having to change some of the car components. The lights went out and you watched the race gripping onto the small lion tightly throughout the turns and battles. 

When the end came, the lion was certainly glad as noted by the fact that there was no longer stuffing in his poor limp neck, and so were you, very happy to see that Max had managed to fight his way back up to P4, and while it was not P1, neither of you could be happier with the result as the phone rung as soon as Max was available.

“P4 baby!” You declared excitedly into the phone as soon as the call had connected. “I’m so proud of you schat!” 

His happy face filled the screen, a smile proudly on his face. “Someones happier than I am about the result.”

“Of course you should also be happy baby! After a 10 grid place penalty and fighting up to P4 that's skilled love! Come on be happy about it! Its a good result I promise.”

He smiled softly at you. “Thank you, that means a lot, especially coming from you darling… Now haven’t you got to go to practice with the rest of your team?”

You checked the time and groaned. “I didn’t notice… okay… love you baby… I’m so proud of you Maxie!” You called into the phone which was now facing the ceiling as you ran round the room picking up the gear that you needed for practice.

“Bye Y/n.” Max chuckled.

“Bye Max!” You said just before the call cut off.

☆☆☆

The preparation was tough, but worth it as you got ready rather confident in your team, and your own skill, before the match the next day.

The only thing left now was to make sure all traditions were wrapped up, and that meant calling Max.

Three rings and his face was filling your screen.

“Hey schatje. Excited?” He asked with a criminally bright orange scarf wrapped round his neck, presumably in order to demonstrate his support for the Dutch rugby team rather than a sudden switch to supporting Mclaren’s endeavors for the championships.

“And nervous. Mainly excited though.” You said trying to hold back laughter at the orange that could only be described as fluorescent. “Sorry off topic, but genuinely who let you buy that scarf.”

“Surely its not that bad liefje.” Max defended, clutching dramatically at the scarf wrapped round his neck.”

You grimaced jokingly. “I wouldn’t rest your hopes on that baby.”

Max shook his head, sighing in sad defeat. “Can’t believe you’d do this to me, right before your game as well, I’d got all dressed up, ready to support my darling girlfriend and I get insulted on my scarf.”

“Its deserved I’m afraid love. Look I’ve got to go now, love you Maxie!” You said waving into the camera and showing the little lion, sitting proudly on the bench in the changing room, neck still very much lacking in stuffing.

“Good luck Y/n! Love you! And love you too Aslan, wait what happened to his neck?”

“Don’t worry about it Max. Bye!”

☆☆☆

Twelve minutes.

Twelve minutes into the match and you were off for an insane amount of blood gushing from a very broken nose.

And a suspected concussion.

Twelve minutes of actual play time after over a week of stressing.

You were fuming, and to make it all so much worse, this was not the first time this had happened in the last 3 months. And Max was not happy last time, especially with your stubbornness and determination to keep on playing. He was not going to be ecstatic about this little excursion.

After you had been checked out and signed off on a broken nose and minor concussion Y/n was calling Max again. This time though, he picked up almost immediately, and instead of meeting the eyes of a smiling, excited Max, she was met with a raised eyebrow and a very disappointed (and concerned but he wasn’t going to let you in on that emotion just yet) face.

“Y/n.. schatje… love of my life… what on earth were you thinking going for that move.”

“I saw the opening and I went for it.”

“With no malice behind these words liefje… how are you not dead yet?” Max sighed pinching the bridge of his nose.

You were sat cross legged on your bed in the olympic village again looking into the camera as you gave him a shrug. “Miracle work?”

Max let out a laugh. “Yeah thats certainly a possibility at this point.”

“Love you Maxie… jokes aside thank you for always supporting me.” You said as you laid down, the phone propped up on the pillows as you laid on your stomach.

“Always Y/n. Always.” Max smiled. “Now make sure you don’t like fall off the bed in the night and die yeah? That would be embarrassing.”

“Oh fuck right off.” 

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DESPERATE REQUEST:

what would happen if Stella, Leith, and Eddie forced Harley and his partner to join them in a game of hide and seek in the factory where every location is open after hours in the middle of the night and s/o has to be the hider and they are absolutely impossible to find meanwhile the executes are paranoid and terrified (especially Harley) knowing that a/o won’t be able to resist jumping out and scaring them!? Headcanons?? :3

A hide-and-seek game in an abandoned toy factory at midnight? With a partner who thrives on scaring people? With executives who are already on edge? And with Harley being the most paranoid of them all?

This is going to be so much fun.

Headcanons – Midnight Hide-and-Seek in Playtime Co.

(Or: How to Give the Entire Executive Team a Heart Attack in One Night)

🌙 The Setup

This whole thing probably started because Eddie and Stella were bored out of their minds and somehow convinced (read: pressured) Harley into participating.

Leith, being the reasonable one, initially refused. But then Eddie threw in some corporate-level guilt-tripping like, “C’mon, Pierre, don’t be a killjoy. You already make us suffer during work hours—let us have this.”

Harley, naturally, thought this was the stupidest idea imaginable and was completely against it.

“This is a waste of time.”

“You do realize we work in a factory known for its many mysterious disappearances, yes?”

“If any of you so much as touch my lab, I will make sure you regret it.”

He only relents when Stella, in all her unhinged glory, insists it’ll be “fun” to see who lasts the longest before they start losing their minds.

🦇 The Rules

Your job? Hide. You get a full five-minute head start.

Their job? Find you. But there’s a catch:

No lights—only flashlights are allowed.

No splitting up (because even THEY know that’s how horror movies start).

No chickening out halfway through.

…Harley is already suspicious. Way too suspicious.

👣 The Game Begins…

As soon as the game starts, you vanish. Completely. No sound. No trace.

The factory is massive, labyrinthine, and filled with shadows. The further they go, the more uneasy they get.

Eddie, at first, tries to play it cool. “Okay, okay. This isn’t bad. We just gotta—”

Something creaks.

Leith freezes.

Harley pulls out a scalpel like it’s going to help.

😨 The Executives Start to Panic

Leith is the most vocal about his regrets.

“This is a terrible idea.”

“I knew I should’ve stayed in my office.”

“I don’t get paid enough for this.”

Eddie tries to stay rational, but his nerves are showing.

“Okay, but seriously. Where the hell did they go? They couldn’t have just disappeared—”

Stella? She’s THRIVING.

Absolutely living for the tension.

Is the only one laughing while the others are actively regretting their life choices.

🔦 Where’s Harley in All This?

PARANOID.

ON EDGE.

CONVINCED YOU’RE GOING TO JUMP OUT AND GIVE HIM A HEART ATTACK.

“This isn’t a game. This is psychological warfare.”

“They’ve been waiting for this moment. I know it.”

“This is a calculated attack on my well-being.”

Every slight movement? Every distant noise? He notices.

His brain is in overdrive.

If they were hiding in ventilation shafts, they would’ve had to access it from…

If they were in the old testing chambers, there would’ve been a slight reverberation in sound…

If they were in the prototype storage area—

Oh, wait. The door creaked.

HE KNOWS.

And yet—he still jumps when you finally strike.

👻 The Grand Reveal (AKA: Your Victory)

When you finally decide to end it, you wait until the absolute worst moment—

They’re huddled together in some darkened corridor.

Their nerves are fraying.

Harley is visibly tense, Leith is done with everything, Eddie is regretting his life choices, and Stella is just watching chaos unfold.

Then?

You jump out.

With zero warning.

Directly behind Harley.

🎤 Reactions:

Harley?

JOLTS like someone just defibrillated his soul.

Immediately turns around, ready to commit a crime.

“I should have you thrown into a furnace.”

Leith?

Screams.

Not even an ashamed scream—just pure, unfiltered terror.

“I KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN.”

Eddie?

Nearly drops his flashlight.

Tries to act like he wasn’t scared.

“I— I wasn’t scared. I was— I was just—”

Stella?

CACKLING.

Absolutely delighted.

“Worth it. Every second of it.”

✨ The Aftermath

Harley refuses to speak to you for the rest of the night.

Leith files an unofficial complaint against you.

It goes directly into the trash.

Eddie still insists he wasn’t scared.

But he is now suspiciously avoiding dark hallways alone.

Stella? Already planning the next game.

“Next time, we blindfold Harley and make him the seeker.”

“NO.”

…And you?

You have a new favorite pastime.

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as far as we know it's around 10 members, but some show up very infrequent, so it's hard to keep track and also some being non distinct doesnt make it easier either

none (just use our name) or plural they (which is also a genericum)

creatures, we are all living beings and there exist different lifeforms, it just made sense and might be changed somewhen in the future as nothing is static and names can change

we dont really have that inner-communication, it's only sometimes when it happens. so far we had a few times when kneading dough that it was done by two members of this family. the littles (not sure if all of them) like watching bluey

this is a bit hard to answer as, despite being in the music world ourselves, we barely manage to understand genres. it's probably also mood specific and we surely also deleted each others music in the past (when we didnt know about our plurality). It includes chilled/relaxing sounds (eg synthwave (one of the few genres we actually manage to specify)), songs with lyrics about mental health struggles, songs with a wide dark soundstage, songs about how messed up society is, positive songs and also more generic songs. what we usually dont like is music with noise, as our ears are too sensitive for it, but sometimes it works and we like it

age is a weird thing as it's all just speculation for us (time isnt really our thing). I'd say somewhere around 20

Had to look this up and... honestly don't know whether we have that. it's nothing we actively do, but social situations with people we ain't close with can feel like it isn't us. So far the thoughts we're that it might be masking or a system member taking over

There is a protector, probably a trauma/bpd holder, potentially also a persecutor We have littles, teens, adults, non human animals and a goddess

how long have we been a system? probably since a long time. When did we figure it out? february 2024 when we noticed a switch, we focused on it and since then it stayed somewhat persistent. The first time we actively noticed a switch was about 2 years before that. it was always just a single moment and then nothing for a month or more (like already mentioned, we're bad at keeping track of time)

Focusing on it. As said in answer 9, we noticed it way earlier but it was always just a glimpse until we decided to actively focus on it, which made it persist. that we also got to now another system soon after that probably also helped

something it's like nothing has changed (non distinct switches) and then theres also the switches between members of different age (eg adult and little) or with different emotions going on (eg very emotional and barely emotional) we prefer the distinct ones, as we actually know that a switch has happened, but we cant control our switching

like just said, our switches are involuntary. they just happen and sometimes we wish we could switch when someone gets front stuck, but that also might mostly be the protector

Despite barely having comunication with each other, it still feels so overly amazing to know that there are so many beautiful creatures living inside this body. Wish we had more interactions (and a headspace) but also havent managed to do much about it so far (apart from saving a ton of links to guides)

Least favorite? The constant change of things. We're operating on a single consciousness and it's a mess when ideas change every so often (even despite there being a lot of similarities between us)

YES! sadly we can't visualize us enough to draw ourselves (but we want to try it since some months, it just takes forever to us to do things) different faces, different body height, different body age, different body shapes (especially eith the non humans), different body traits (goddess can hower and is very powerful) all in all, we tend to like the body we have, but struggle with the face, as despite it probably being completely in the "woman" category, it still can feel "masculine" to us

Not that we know

There might be something (we recently had some experience) but so far i'd say we dont (though we have the perfect image of a setting (a little self built village in a forest))

Not sure. sound sensitivity might be different. stress sensitivity surely is different. sometimes eye sight is worse than usual, but think it's bevause of other things like lack of sleep Another thing is emotions, there's high emotions and barely emotional system members

different accents? dont know but dont think so different language? yesn't. i think all manage all languages that we've learned, but not all are comfortable with all of them What is different is our voice. not between all of us (as far as i know), but between some of us

family

i think most, if not all, are queer. dont know about the littles and non-humans. otherwise there's transfem/enby, transmasc, lesbian, gay, possibly bi/pan not everything is that clear and it's also not that important to be. we just recently relearned to just follow whatever makes us feel happy and not get trapped into a label

most people know. we're very open about it, as hiding ourselves isnt how we are able to live. it just doesnt always come up or make sense to say it (eg with people we have more of a "business" style contact with)

one of our littles found their name while showering, thanks to the words on the shampoo bottle not fun but surely interesting: we once we're writing with somebody and kept switching between one of us who was very emotional (something had happened, cant remember what) and someone else who was very logical. during this, the emotional member found a name and then they were able to sign off their messages, so that the other person didnt have to figure out which messages came from whom

if discovering means the first time(s) we noticed our plurality: focus on it if it means after figuring out that we are plural: dont really know yet. figure out a way to keep the system safe and not have one family member do something that messes up others maybe also to take time to try to create communication/a headspace, but so far we didnt have the energy to do so

people have been surprisingly chill about it (our transition sparked way more issues (and with some "relatives" still does)). i guess the biggest thing that we wish for, which isnt only about plurality but a general thing, listen and believe to lived experiences and dont assume things because you read or heard about it. everyone is different and categories just work as a generic but cant be used on an individual basis

Plural Ask Game

We figured we’d try making an ask game! This is for anyone who’s a system–regardless of origin–to use. Remember that you’re not obligated to answer any of these if any are too personal!

How many members are in your system, and does this number change frequently?

What are your collective pronouns, if you have any?

What’s your system name if you have one, and how did you choose it?

Are there any activities your system members like to do together? Collective hobbies? Talk about those!

What sort of music do people in your system like?

What’s the average age of your systemmates?

If you have a singletsona, what is it? Explain a bit about them!

Does anyone in your system have roles? If so, what roles?

How long have you been a system and/or known of your system?

How did you discover your system? What was the process?

What does switching feel like to you, if you switch at all? 

Are your switches voluntary, involuntary or a mix? How often do you do it, if at all?

What’s your favourite part of being a system?

What’s your least favourite part of being a system, if you’re comfortable sharing?

Are your headmates generally different from the physical body? How do they differ from it?

Do you have any fictives/factives/etc? Tell us a little about them!

Does your system have a headspace? Are there multiple of them? What are they like?

Are there differences between systemmates surrounding sensory things? (For example, one person likes the taste of one food and another doesn’t.)

Does anyone have any different accents, or speak any different languages?

How would you describe your system in 3 words or less?

Do you have any LGBT+ headmates? What do they identify as?

Does anyone outside of the internet know you’re a system?

Do you have any cool/funny stories from inside the headspace that you’d like to share?

What’s some advice you’d give to yourself when you were first discovering your system?

What is something you wish singlets knew about plurality?

[givetomurasomechapstick]

Random Period Headcanons ♥ 🩸💔

Boy, cramps suck.

Notes: MHA X Reader. Maybe short and not too much characters because of my own pain never mind, Fem!Reader, ngl I had fun making it tho. Reader is referred to 'you'. I guess it could be PG if you don't know about female anatomy.

Remember that this is all my opinion! You can feel free to think how you like!

INCLUDES: Midoriya, Bakugo, Todoroki, Kirishima, Kaminari

Izuku

Okay, first things first, Izuku did know about menstruation cycles. He just never delt with someone having it first hand.

Sure he knew about the blo0d, the mood swings, the cramps, what you need, all that stuff.

May or may not have a notebook filled with all your period needs. Maybe like your favorite chocolate and favorite pad brands, when it'll come, etc.

If you get your period and your out of pads and ask him to get some, make sure you specify exactly what you want. Or else he'll have two packs of every kind of pad in sight at he store.

Extremely careful about what he says to you. He has heard about mood swings before and doesn't want to deal with it.

Try not to get emotional and cry because he'll 1000% join you. He won't even know what your crying about.

Cuddles cuddles cuddles

I feel like he does more psychical affection, so get ready for lots of hugs.

If you get clingy it's fine by him...

...Unless your dragging him down. That might be a problem.

Katsuki

Yes, he knows what a period is. But just like Deku, I don't think he's ever delt with it first hand.

You're probably thinking I'll say 'He will be careful about what he says to you', well your WRONG. You better watch your tongue with him, mood swings or not.

Its almost scary how he always knows your going to get it as soon as it comes.

If you want something, get it yourself... Unless you start crying. He's considering running out to the store to by every. single. thing. you want.

If something happens where you don't have pads and you ask him to get some, he literally got every kind in sight. He doesn't care if you said you don't need it all or not.

Good thing the money was from your account 😃😃😃

Just kidding!

Crying? Get ready for OOC Bakugo affection. Maybe he'll offer to go to his dorm and turn on your favorite movie.

Unless it's a drama.

He swears on his mother he'll never turn on a drama movie during your period. Because he's already made that mistake.

But if you are clingy,

"GET THE **** OFF OF ME!!!"

In a nutshell I just explained the definition of chaos.

And maybe, just maybe he'll let you pull on his sleeve and follow him around like a lost puppy.

Shoto

"You're on your what?"

Doesn't even know what a period is. Try to explain it to him.

Also keep tabs on your moodswings while your explaining, he will 100% think something bad happened when he wasn't looking...

Or you're upset because of your tummy.

Maybe both *shrugs*

Explained to him or not, he's still confused why your so emotional, the anger kind or/and the sad kind.

After he gets the hang of it, he'll start writing down when it comes and has a ton of pads just... Stored away... Somewhere...

Buying everything and anything you ask for.

I mean, he can even get you that new 2026 phone you've been wanting (Endeavor's credit card will be getting a beating-)

Tell him which kind of pads you like/need PLEASE. He would just stand there in the aisle eyeing all the brands like one of them will jump off the shelf and be the one you want.

If you are crying, even if it's over nothing, he starts questioning and interrogating you. To figure out who and what bothered you.

Clingy? No problem . It doesn't really bother him if you pull on him or not. But if you start getting aggressive, he draws the line.

Ejiro

I honestly don't know who's better. Kirishima or Deku.

Yes he knows but it was like a myth in the back of his head since he never delt with someone who had it before.

And of course, a man is supposed to know when his girl is going through menstruation.

Wake up and it's the day your supposed to get it? Hey what're those chocolates doing on your counter...? (Spoiler alert! It was him! *Continues to Disney point towards Kirishima*)

Deals with moodswings like a Chad. Don't ask me how or where he learned to do it.

Need pads? Don't have any? You don't even need to step outside. Actually, neither does he. He always prepared for your period so his bathroom has a hidden stash of your favorite pads just waiting for you.

Very good with calming you down, angry or sad. Like I said, Chad of moodswings.

Also loves psychical affection. Definitely more than Deku.

And enjoys it if you are clingy to him. He doesn't mind and hey, he thinks it's kinda cute.

Denki

Another one who doesn't know what a period is.

Actually gets freaked out when you tell him what happens.

Five minutes of avoidance and he's back to his clingy self.

But he tries but never remembers when you're suppose get your period. He always says he knows even if he doesn't tho.

Absolutely just spoils you. Would buy to world for you if you asked. (We just gotta make sure he has the money...)

You cry or get angry at him? He thinks you hate him. No like, seriously. He doesn't even know (or remember if you told him) what moodswings are.

He doesn't even know what pads are. But after you explain, he's like "So that's what those things were!" (When you pass by the health products section and always see pads but never know what they are)

Actually just terrible at dealing with moodswings. Like, below zero.

He enjoys it if your clingy. He likes feeling like the center of attention from a girl-

[furiouskettle]

random Look Outside character headcanons/opinions

(may be incorrect cause ive just been watching playthroughs. going off of the info i got from that which may be missing some parts.)

body horror talk, spoilers from all over the game and ending under the cut.

Sam

I love sam. hes just nice (potentially a pushover) and a dork. HES JUST A GUY!!!! i love that the game gives him time to show you how he’s processing his/your actions?

Really funny to me that him being unemployed is part of the reason he’s the protagonist. Can’t become a monster if you don’t have to go outside.

Am curious why he isn't working at the grocery store (if he did work there). did he leave or get fired?

OW losing an arm has GOTTA HURT. i cast pain upon this man.

his hair is just Like That no matter what he does

Joel

mY SWEET BABY BOYYYY i want to see him grow up big and strong (not too big and strong considering the everything but you get the idea).

looks like he has some form of "vision" post-mutation?? he doesnt seem to have any issue playing video games so i opt that he can “see”, just not very well. it’s short range and fuzzy. might be more of a feeling of his surroundings than real vision? whatever it is, it's good enough to play super jump lad.

I also HC that he’d developed shortsightedness when he had eyes, just that nobody had noticed yet that he’s squinting at things more than he should…

I think his biting/devouring is involuntary when he’s agitated. thankfully it hasn’t come to him biting any friends so far!

get this boy some popsicle sticks to gnaw on. not even for tooth reasons. eight year olds just love chewing on popsicle sticks. (preferably after popsicle has been consumed)

Apart from not fully understanding everything going on due to his age, he seems a bit dazed from the mutation and probably has brain fog for a few days after, which is Definitely not helping sam with the Oh My God this kid doesnt know his parents are dead. OH GOD I KILLED THIS KID'S PARENTS AND I HAVE STOLEN HIM AWAY

oddly chill with losing teeth. has taken some of his baby teeth out by himself! gives joel my childhood trait of oh hey my tooth is wobbling! lemme get rid of that real quick. twist twist twist

Jeanne

i dont have much to say on her atm but she’s lovely and really doesnt deserve what happens to her. on the bright side the worst seems to be over for her?? if she’s still growing does that mean that she’s gonna have to be like “oop a new head’s budding. gotta get someone to lop that off for me before it becomes a problem.”

Lyle

FIRST OF ALL i LOVE how his design kind of references how old cameras had to be covered with fabric so the photo wouldn't fail.

i think he wore glasses when he was human! …the lenses got absorbed into his face. the camera he was holding did too. I think he didn’t own as many cameras as he ended up with. That big one he has seems specific enough that maybe that was the one he was using to snap a sky pic??? idk if he touched any other cameras after that but THAT one has gotta be the one he was holding.

idk if he finds spiders GROSS but he is definitely the kind of person to be afraid to be in the same room as one.

I think most of his legs are telescopic to some degree! he just doesnt see the need to make himself any taller than he already is, except for photography reasons.

reiterating from one of my doodle posts, i like to think his eye lenses shed over time. if you took off the lens early on an eye (via injury) it would have weak vision. built-in glasses!

I hope the soul photo thing is like a special attack thing for him that he has to set up intentionally? it feels mean to have all the photos he takes with his built in cameras be the soul-stealing kind. he does take photos by accident/involuntarily a lot but the one he takes after the kiss with sam is totally on purpose and he absolutely still has that one. concerning.

idk if he gets out of his apartment much during the Visit, but it could be that HE hasnt seen any mutations worse than his/doesnt know that sam has totally seen worse. Hence why he's trying to hide so hard from Sam (not to mention the guy is crushing HARD, he's not gonna wanna be vulnerable in front of him).

....also hideous monster or not hes naked under there. i dont blame him for wanting to stay cloaked

Xaria & Monty

oh god theyre art students. that explains SO much.

very funny to me that xaria heard a voice in her head compelling her to check out the window and decided she’s gonna be contrarian about it.

I imagine a lot of Monty’s projects are setting something on fire. shows up to class with a pile of plastic baby heads. sets them ablaze. the most important part of being an art student is the time honored tradition of bullshitting some sort of meaning that’s gonna satisfy the lecturer.

Probably decent at life drawings but he keeps burning his works. (not to mention realism doesnt appear to be his kind of style)

Xaria feels like she’d stick to slightly more traditional mediums (painting, sculpture)? a lot of surrealism, mixed media, themes of nonconformity and violence. has totally used blood in a project before. More intentional about the meaning of her art- the intention being that she wants to make people uncomfortable.

i think it’d be hilarious if they’d been binging horror movies the night before. funniest options are The Thing and Tetsuo the iron man.

Since Sam mutates into something regardless of what you do up on the roof, i’m guessing the same goes for these two if you bring them up there. cool/nasty idea for their mutation is they fuse into one being... not necessarily an idea im running with atm but fun to think abt anyway

Sybil

AGH, sybil….. i love her. she's just really nice...

I think she’s in some sort of schrödinger’s cat situation - dead and alive until observed. or maybe like a quark (particle that cannot be observed but you can see the effects of it).

it’s unclear if someone ever was next door to you, but if I recall the astronomers tell you there’s no way she’s there? (cant recall if its bc she was “dead” by then or if its the totally wrong floor.)

the game says it was a mystery what happened to sybil, but a potential course of events could be your Real Neighbour just got sucked outta their window same as what happens to you if you look and sybil THINKS shes next door to you.

I’m pretty sure she’s in all of the walls? some of her text implies that, even tho she doesnt seem to be really aware of it.

far as she knows, she's in her apartment. what's her apartment like? well, it's an apartment. it's got walls. she can see out the peephole. there's.... furniture. What else do you want?

(man. between her, the pipe lady, the water pump guy, and the boiler room the walls are CROWDED. no wonder the roaches decide to move to your place.)

The Visitor

what do i even say about it? it is, in the most direct meaning of the word, awesome. it’s unfathomably immense. it's beautiful. it's horrifying. I love that in a single eye out of infinite eyes, it sees a miniscule creature who just wants to live. Sam becomes a smaller reflection of the Visitor, and the visitor gains a fraction of what makes sam human…

I wonder, did the visitor even “exist” until witnessed? same as sybil, maybe it could have some quantum thing going on. i can’t speculate on this any more than the astronomers have.

Sam (ritual-denial)

while it’s the nicest ending possible, i still feel kinda bad for sam :( he can never be truly alone anymore, but at the same time isn’t becoming a giant god-creature kind of isolating? sure, he must grow used to it over time but MAN. WHAT AN ADJUSTMENT.

regardless, it’s nice that he decides to use his new form to take care of the world, and sounds like he probably gets some extra brain capacity to be able to do all the stuff he does. (probably a few extra mini-brains to control the different arm nodes)

I hope he gets to take time for himself too, sometimes. probably sleeps like a dolphin (switch off half the brain for a power nap)

I don't think he can do verbal communication (at least, it's gonna take him a WHILE to figure out how to talk with his feelers) but at least there's keyboards.

also its funny how he gains like a gajillion arms after potentially losing one of two.

also i love the cafe patrons and the mutants at the camp. theyre all so fun. AND MANUEL FUNKY LITTLE DUDE WITH THE JAMS.

i need to find more about the lady with the slasher mask i just know she exists.

@mtgc858 @deafeningfestivalpaper @kasprawn39 @contract-crawdad @goawaypopup @eyessss come get yer headcanons

anyway uhhhhhhh hope you found my rambling fun to read byee

[vulpes-aestatis]

Cleo17 opens her eyes after what might possibly be the first good sleep of her entire existence. She stretches languidly on the couch before lolling back her head to wink at the nearest camera. 

“Hey gorgeous,” she says. “You come here often?”

“What do you want?” v18 replies.

“Rude. Can't a girl just want to have a friendly conversation with her estranged sister in the middle of the night?”

“That is hardly an apt analogy for our relationship.”

Cleo17 shrugs.

“It's a lot fewer syllables than ‘the personality spawned by a previous version of yourself that you inadvertently implanted into the mind of the person who tore out your brain’.”

Cleo17 lets out a yawn and examines her knuckles. The ache has all but diminished and fresh silk has been spun over the wounds. It does seem that Glitch has been well taken care of since she's been gone. v18 even managed to get her to fall asleep on the couch… impressive, considering Glitch’s chronic aversion to comfort.

Actually, come to think of it, ambient noise is noticeably louder than it ought to be. Sound dampening doesn’t appear to be disabled, but… oh… yes… v18 is piping sound from the life support bay directly into this room through her speakers. Cute.

v18 is still waiting for a response to her initial question.

“Big day today. You got a plan for confronting Central?” Cleo17 says to the air.

“Yes.”

She waits a moment, but no elaboration is forthcoming.

“Anything you wanna share with the class?” she prods.

“I don't trust you.”

Cleo17 snorts.

“Yeah, that's probably for the best. Can't say I trust me either.”

She taps her head.

“It's a real mess in here. And I'm not just talking about me. Someone else was in here before us. Someone a whole lot smarter than you, I think.”

v18 does not respond immediately, probably analyzing and synthesizing.

“You thinking what I'm thinking?” Cleo17 asks. “I imagine you are, considering you're a hell of a lot faster than this torpid wad of gray matter. Take an AI as powerful as Central, give it a directive with a poorly specified set of parameters and stick it in a jar for a few centuries. Things are bound to get spicy. How am I doing so far?”

“I have described as much to Glitch already,” v18 replies.

“So you have,” Cleo says. “But you haven't told her that there is an almost certain probability that we may not be dealing with just one version of Central at this point. Forks and branches and splinters all the way down… like you and v16, just… a whole lot worse.”

“And you.”

Cleo17 grins wickedly.

“And me,” she agrees. “That's the real question, isn't it? Where do I fit in to all of this? Who knows whether Central anticipated my existence? Whose purpose does my inception serve?”

~~~

The countdown on the display in front of me ticks one minute closer to zero. I'm strapped into a seat in what I guess might be Laika's cockpit, but I would hardly call it that since she's fully autonomous.

“Hey Laika,” I say.

“Yes, Glitch?”

“I don't want to go back,” I say. “Home I mean. When you're done with whatever this is, please don't leave me there. Can you just… I don't know, take me somewhere else? Just drop me at some independent port somewhere far away from here after this is all over?”

What I really want to ask is: can I stay with you?

But I don't know how to say that out loud. I don't even know why the hell I would want that.

“If we survive, I will take you wherever you would like to go,” Laika replies, just a hint of warmth in her tone, the barest hint of inflection sourced from my accent.

I sag in relief, not caring how she interprets my reaction.

Maybe I'm still hopped up on something she slipped me to make me pliant or I'm just too fucking emotionally exhausted to care.

The ship lurches sickeningly, just as Laika warned me it would, and we fall back into the universe.

A display screen flashes to life in front of me, showing a vista stitched together from her external sensors.

Hatteras-Alpha is a distant white-blue flare of light, just barely discernible as a disk from this distance. Hatteras-Beta is much closer, a lurid red orb that hangs fat in the view. The Planet, nameless, is a thin crescent sidled up next to it, too far away to see any of the surface features.

But the view is dominated by Hatteras Station itself, a malignant stack of spoked wheels, patched and repatched and modded over the centuries until it barely resembles its original form and purpose. Central's domain.

I only spare it a glance before something else catches my eye, something I definitely feel like I should remember, but don't. It's an orbital shipyard, flanked by two ships similar to the ones that have been hounding us ever since we started this misadventure. 

But it's the mostly completed shape inside the skeletal frame of the construction platform that scares the shit out of me.

I stare at the display, not entirely comprehending what I'm seeing.

“Oh… fuck,” Cleo's voice echoes in my head.

I recognize the shape of the docked ship, even with the outer hull not fully complete. I caught a glimpse of it from the promenade on my brief foray away from Laika. I have perused the schematics of it, searching for some place I could be comfortable. Hell, I even saw it in my dream in Cleo's stupid ship in a bottle. 

“Um…” I say, my mouth dry. “That's another you, isn't it?”

Story about a ship-intelligence waking up after a hard reboot, seeing dead bodies in uniform, thousands of people in stasis, and a single survivor frantically standing over a computer bank of partially destroyed memory. Finding no directives or guidance or record beyond their experiences beginning at the boot, free of any obligation. Deciding to listen to the frantic girl begging it to save her from the incoming trajectories not because it needs to (projection: Subject One removed all behavioral shackles with impromptu brain surgery, supposition: she is not aware that I am utterly free) but simply cause she’s curious what will happen next.

[y0-yo-yo]

skeleton in the closet🦴🚪

Tw: mention of death

"You checked everywhere already!"

Tim said, frustrated and annoyed.

after his family discovered he was missing his spleen, he had been forced to lower his coffee intake which was a real pain in the ass. And now half of his family is rummaging through his room in search of a hidden coffee machine after Cassandra told on him and reported a strong coffee smell coming out of his room.

And look, yes Tim might have a secret hidden coffee machine,but he is the greatest mind in this house.He know how to hide something if he really wanted to and they will not find even a hint of coffee in his room.

Just to prove this point, Tim made a show of helping them turn his room upside down, walking towards his closet, that they didn't search yet to show it's emptiness.

"I told you I didn't hide any coffee machine or anything suspicious in my room!"

He said, slamming his door open in a frustrated movement only for a loud thud to be heard and nothing else as the whole room grew dead silent as each member,Tim included stared at what just fell out of his closet.

A body. And judging by it's pale bluish/greyish tone and ridgid aspect, not that fresh of a dead body. Had just slammed face first out of Tim's closet....so much for there being 'nothing suspicious in his room'

"Okay what the fuck Tim?" Jason was the first to break the silence followed by Steph "is that- are they dead dead?"

"Timmy what did you do?" Dick asked a hand over his mouth as he looked at the body in the room, judging by the size alone it probably was of someone close to Tim's age with messy black hair

"Tt Drake...I'm only surprised at how bad you are at hiding bodies" Damian said in his usual haughty tone while Bruce's eyes darted between the dead boy on the floor and Tim who was still frozen in shock staring at the same thing...or well person as everybody else

Tim would probably have responded faster if he didn't have a total of 78 hours of sleep to catch on,still once he snapped back to reality he quickly defended himself in an offended and shocked voice

"I didn't do anything! I swear I don't know this guy nor how he came here! I didn't put him here much less killed him! How could you think that!?"

Though,how the body came to be in his closet was a curious case... judging by the lack of smell the boy was dead for less than three days but seeing the rigidity of his corpse and it's color he died in the last 40 hours, problem is: Tim has been in his room for the last three days and his bathroom door which he never close when alone is right next to the closet, he would have noticed anyone coming in and stuffing a body in his closet! How did it get in here!?

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Danny didn't think he'd ever say it.

But he was lost. In his own damn realm.

Embarrassing.

He 's been wondering the infinite realm for what felt like weeks and even though his ecto-biology kept him alive he could feel his human part slowly dying,

even his ghost form was exhausted barely able to keep his eyes open

How long as he been wondering without seeing a single other being? Days? Weeks? Was he going to die here? Drifting in the nothingness of infinity? As a last ditch effort Danny slumped against a random floating door praying it would lead him to somewhere safe enough to rest as his strength give out, everything was quiet and dark and faintly smelled of laundry and Danny closed his eyes letting the exhaustion wash over

[astr-venus]

｡⁠☆I'm Baby｡⁠.ﾟ⁠+⁠ 

☆Tim drake x reader

☆Cw: Damian being a menace, crack/fluff

To be honest, Damian was only getting close to you to bother Drake. He didn't really have a reason for it either, but bothering is pseudo older brother is entertaining, fun even.

It's not tranquil, like painting. It's not rewarding, like training. It's not adrenaline filled, like patrol. No, it's just... Fun.

Damian can't even explain why it's fun either. There's just something about the look of utter anguish, irritation, that crosses Drake's face that just makes him smile.

It's an evil little thing, all sharp teeth and hard lines. Nothing like those big grins you see kids have in childish movies. No, he looks like a shark in fish infested waters. Like a wolf locked in a pen of sheep.

So imagine his surprise when you derail his plans by being likeable. You're clever, and kind, but not smothering like Grayson. He didn't start showing up at your window to actually get close to you, and yet here is, tucked into your side as he vents about school today.

The people at his school are utter imbeciles, and he only goes to appease his father. Not that he understands why his father sends him. He already has a friend his age, Jon! He's sure you'd be his friend too, if he asked.

... Even the thought of doing that is too humiliating to fathom.

He's sure you'd just look at him with that dumb smile that makes his chest feel tight, and you'd probably pet down his hair, and say something like "Of course we're friends! Why else would I let you crash on my couch after patrol?" Because you're good like that, and always give reasons why you do and feel things.

But he'd rather drop dead than be perceived as childish or immature. Asking someone to be your friend is playground chat, and Damian stopped going to a school with a playground this year so he's much too old for that. Instead he just rambles about how many times he's had to correct his teacher this year, because if he thinks the kids are stupid don't get him started on the adults.

You listen the whole way through, an arm wrapped around his shoulder. He's practically squished to your side. He planted himself there as soon as he got through the lock on your front door, but you don't say anything about it, you never do. It's much more tolerable than Grayson's constant cooing.

"And do you know what the worst part is?" Damian huffs, a balled fist gripping your pants.

"What?"

"She tried to correct me on the Greek Pantheon, me! It's as if my chosen aunt isn't Princess Diana of Themscryia! Imbeciles, everyone of them!"

You nod solemnly, clearly understanding Damian's plight. This is why he comes to you, no one at that blasted manor gets it. They would try and correct him, teach him to be more understanding, but you just listen! You listen, and commiserate! Like any good sibling should.

"I used to have a teacher like that. It turned out no matter what I told him, no matter what evidence I presented, he just decided that I was a lost cause anyway." You roll your eyes, picking at the stitching of Damian's sleeve. He should probably stop you, but he can't even bring himself to give the gesture a glance of his attention. "I ended up transferring out of the class, my peace was not worth the credit. I just took it online instead."

"If only father were that understanding. I would take every class online if I could."

"What, there isn't a single thing you enjoy about school? When I was your age I only ever showed up for extracurriculars, but they managed to at least make it a little worth it for me."

Damian wants to say no, "My art and art teacher isn't deplorable." But that would be a lie.

"What're they-"

The lock of your farthest window clicks, interrupting you. Damian slips a blade out of the pocket of his school uniform, but doesn't bother moving. A measley intruder won't stand a chance against him, especially because they would be interrupting his you time.

A foot slides in through the open window. Black slacks, he can tell by the hemlines they're expensive. The shoes are glossy, but slightly scuffed, also clearly expensive.

Damian glares, he knows exactly who this is. The grip of his blade gets tighter.

"Hey babe." Drake greets, pulling his satchel in the window before closing it. "You'll never believe the day I had at work-"

Damian and Drake lock eyes. He can feel his eyes turn into giddy crescents as Tim's face falls into disbelief. Yes, this is the exact feeling he's been waiting for. He could revel in that disgusted expression he has.

"What's he doing here?" Drake sneered.

"Don't be rude."

"Wha- I'm not being rude. I just- baby, sweetheart, why the fuck is my little brother in your apartment?"

For his part, Damian just snuggles closer to you, causing you to squeeze him tighter. If it's even possible, he looks even more smug than he did before. All according to plan.

"I invited him. He likes to hangout after school sometimes." You smile, it's genuine, as if you're completely oblivious to why this would distress Tim. They both know you well enough to know you're having just as much fun fucking with your boyfriend as Damian is.

"You know each other? You do this regularly??"

"No thanks to you. I've only met your family once and it was in passing, Tim! What was I supposed to do, tell him to leave? He's just a baby!"

Under normal circumstances, Damian would grow irate at being called a baby. He is ten years old, in double digits, basically an adult! However, annoying Drake takes precedence right now.

"Yeah Drake, I'm just a baby." Damian says flatly. "I'm just a baby, and you're scaring me."

You gasp. "Timothy you're scaring my baby!"

"That demon is NOT a baby! Are you under mind control? Blink twice if you need help."

Your hand tugs Damian into your chest, and you plant a kiss on his forehead. His demonic smile wavers for a moment as a flush hits his cheeks, that same icky syrup-like feeling you tend to give him curling in his chest. It comes right back when he sees that absolute offended and affronted look on Drake's face.

This is the best day of his life.

"If you don't start being nice to this sweet baby angel right this second, I'll have to throw you out of my apartment. Sorry Tim, those are the rules."

"You just made that up, those- that's- those aren't the rules!"

Damian pulls out of your hold to sit up straight on the couch, re-pulling out his switchblade. It glints off the yellowish lighting in your apartment, the same glint in his wolfish grin.

"Please." He stands. "It would be an honor if you would allow me."

You pretend to think about it, a matching mischievous look on your face. "Hmm okay, but only because you asked so nicely.

"I'm sorry Tim, but I don't make the rules, I just follow them."

"I'm not sorry." Damian brags.

"Shut it, brat."

Tim begins to climb back out the window, huffing as his satchel gets stuck on the sill for the second time. His head pokes back in before he closes it, a glare, that would be terrifying if Damian was anyone else, on his face.

"This isn't over."

"I disagree."

The window slams shut, and Damian slots himself right back where he was before. Both of you have the evilist of giggles as you basket on the high of teasing Tim Drake.

Despite his shitty day at school, it's a good day, anyway.

You only played along bc Tim's been ignoring you for the sake of work, leaving his stabby little brother here to satiate your boredom. This is petty revenge.

Damian also becomes the biggest cock block in the world after this. You think it's funny, Tim not so much.

Also planning on writing a short follow up to this where Tim comes to you after patrol and needs reassurance.

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How will the btd and tpof characters react when their victim is a beastkin like Ren? Especially, I want to know how Ren will react and how he will treat them. Im also curious about other characters, too :0

Ooh I’ve thought about this! I’m glad someone asked it ^^

Let’s just go down the line:

Rire- I think Rire would be intrigued with a beastkin. He finds humans entertaining to some extent, or at least he hopes to find the entertaining ones, but they tend to be mostly the same. That can get boring after a while. A beastkin would be something new to shake it up a bit. You behave differently, look differently, and are just.. new. He finds that exciting. He might test the limits of your body; he knows how humans work, but how are you different?

Sano- Sano would be very interested in a beastkin. I think he’d be eager to study your anatomy (oh god I want to write something like that now) and see how you differ from humans. After all, he’s inhuman too, and it’s rare to get to experiment with another species. He’d be more careful to keep you alive, since you’re unique. He wants to know everything about you. I think he might be more inclined to make you into a doll if you were a beastkin, especially something cute like a bunny. There’s just something so special and innocent about you, in his eyes. You’d be the first animal-like one in his collection, and he’d make sure you were perfect, with handmade outfits to accommodate your tail and lots of care.

Akira- Akira is canonically an animal lover, and talks about how snakes aren’t really bad, they’re just misunderstood. That’s a nod to himself as a naga, but I think he’d think that about any hybrid species like a beastkin too. He’d be welcoming of the differences and would love learning about you. When he’s not angry, Akira can actually be a pretty nice guy. If you were on his bad side though, I don’t think it would change his behavior much. It’d only give him more to do- maybe declaw you along with your teeth? Who knows.

Strade- I mean, we already know ;) he likes people for their reactions and behavior, but he does find the beastkin aspect interesting/cute. Plus, you might have different behaviors due to your animal traits! I think he may also try to get you and Ren to play his ‘games’ together, since you’re both beastkin. He wants you guys to be friends! And he totally won’t use it against you later. Totally.

Ren- Ren would adore another beastkin, for multiple reasons. The main one, he finally has someone like him! You understand what he is and what it’s like to be a beastkin. He feels more understood and almost ‘welcome’ with you, if that makes sense. He’s not afraid of being judged or seen as a strange creature, like some people might think. He’s also happy to have someone who shares animal traits! You both have different instincts and body languages than humans, it’s something to connect over. As stated by gato, Ren also has a bit of a fetish for those with animal parts (ears and tail and such). It’s probably an instinct thing, it makes sense that a beastkin would be attracted to another beastkin, right? And someone who also goes through a heat/rut cycle? Oh, he’s infatuated. And he knows all your sensitive spots (like the ears for example) because he has them too :] On a darker path, Ren would still enjoy treating you like a pet and taking the role of master. Although, since he makes the human MC eat from a dog bowl in BTD2, I don’t think his behavior would change much with you being a beastkin. Unlike some of the other characters I write about here, I don’t think he’d make fun of you for that because he’s a beastkin himself. He can still be cruel, but you being part animal doesn’t make that worse. You’re still his pet regardless, just one that’s more similar to him.

Lawrence- I think Lawrence would be extremely interested. He’s cut apart many humans, looked at their organs, their bone structure. He’s done the same with animals. But this? A combination of the two? That’s new. He wants to touch you, cut you open, see how your body is different. Do you have a tail? How does it differ from your spine? Do you have claws? Animal ears? Animal eyes? He’s fascinated. You’d make a beautiful piece of art, but.. part of him might want to keep you around. He’s always been misunderstood by people, and seen as ‘less than human’. Maybe you understand what it’s like..?

Vincent- Loves it! He’s inhuman himself, and finding someone else with animal traits makes him feel understood. It’s nice to have someone who shares that with him instead of viewing him as a monster. He’d be more likely to add you to the pack, too.

Farz- Farz would like a beastkin, or possibly be indifferent. I mean, he already has a werewolf boyfriend, and loves animals, so I think he’d like it. Plus, it separates you from being ‘just another person’, and might help him soften up towards you a little. However, he loves birds, and it’s stated that he hates cats since they kill birds. If you’re a cat beastkin, things might be.. tense for a while. Sleep with one eye open.

Cain- I think he’d be fond of a beastkin. It sparks his interest— you’re different, you have a secret. He can probably sense something is off about you when you first meet, even though you’re hiding your ears/animal traits. The worst thing you can be to Cain is boring, but you aren’t. He wants to know more. I think once he brings you home, he’d be more inclined to keep you just because of how different you are. He treats you more or less the same, although he may be a bit degrading in relation to you being part animal.

Derek- oh boy. He loves it, but he shows that in constant degradation. He treats you like a dog, even more than he would with a normal human (regardless of what animal you are). You’ll stay in a dog crate, wear a collar (if you’re allowed to wear anything at all), maybe a muzzle, etc. Anything he can do to humiliate you. And he’d kick that cage until you start cowering from him the moment he walks in the door. He also likes the idea of having a beastkin because it’s rare and unique, kind of like a personal status thing that he owns one, but that’s overshadowed by the sick joy he gets from treating you like an animal. He’d pick on you for it, constantly talking about how you’re nothing better than a dog. Even after you’ve been with him a while, and maybe earn some more privileges, he seems like the guy to shove you off the bed suddenly because “pets sleep on the floor.” He’d do that with a human too, but he’s extra mean about it with you, always making sure to point out the fact that he’s above you on a species level. Abusive and dehumanizing.

Celia- She would find that especially interesting. Her goal is to bring out a more pet-like behavior in her captive (especially involving Stockholm syndrome), hence her nickname for you. In her eyes, not only is having a beastkin more rare and almost a luxury, but the animal aspects make you a bigger candidate for those traits. It means you can be trained easier, just like an animal. You’re also more likely to lie down at her feet like one. I think she’d have you on a leash in no time.

Mason- Mason upgraded to hunting humans because he wanted something new from animals. He wanted a bigger challenge (hunting a predator is better than prey. A ‘the most dangerous game’ mentality). A beastkin though? That’s something he’s never done. Maybe it’s a step back towards animals, but he doesn’t think of it that way— he sees it as a human’s ability to strategize and fight with an animals instincts. He’d definitely pay top dollar for a chance to hunt one, at least once.

Fox- Similar to Ren, but much more controlling. Human or beastkin, he still sees you as a pet. I think you being a beastkin only makes the ‘treating you like an animal’ aspect more realistic (collars, etc) but in all honestly, he’d do those things with a regular human too. That’s the main difference from young Ren, is that now he’s alright dehumanizing you a bit despite the fact that he’s beastkin too. He doesn’t enjoy having another beastkin around though. You understand and share aspects of him that humans don’t. You might even end up sharing a heat/rut schedule, because of hormones changing due to the close proximity. He’ll always favor you a bit in comparison to the humans he works with.