#BATS BATS BATS HEHEHEHEHE

[candycatstuffs]

rouge moment

[hinako-supremacy]

hi important scarecrow image everypony look

and no aspirin med-room monday

[pinkiemachine]

Bat Siblings Animation! (Featuring, Damian’s squeaker voice!!)

hehehehehe….

[the-dye-stained-socialite]

THEY'RE SO TINY 💜😭

A judgement, a half-judgement, no judgement, and a disgraced ex-judgement turned bat walk into a bar and all want that little man

(While they're arguing he slips out and no one notices till he's several blocks away)

Was seized by the mental image of "judgements bar" and had to sketch it. Size dif........ the vast

[velvrei]

Can we do Logan punishing reader for something? (Like almost getting hurt on a mission, not listening to him etc..) PLEASE AND THANK YOU ML!

heheheheh of course love!! <3

logan punishing you for not listening (18+)

“you know what happens to bad girls, don’t you, baby?” his sass was thick, he stood in front of you as you were sat on the bed. you batted your eyelashes up at him, acting oblivious.

“no, i don’t know exactly. you may have to show me.”

you watched carefully as logan’s face contorted into anger, but also amusement, slightly tilting his head. “show you? acting like i haven’t shown you before, eh?”

his large hand comes up and lifts your chin, he crouches down a bit so his face is almost level with yours. “don’t play dumb, little girl.” you smile, looking up at him, his big hands gently pushing you back onto the bed.

not even ten minutes later, logan had you on all fours, your ass was a bright shade of red from his harsh smacks, as he pounded in and out of you, going for your second orgasm.

“naughty girl, begging to be punished.” he says, one hand on your hip, holding it steady as the other smacks your ass red.

all you can do is moan out, eyes scrunching shut. “let’s see if you even learn your fucking lesson, sense you just love being punished so much.”

your smile grows as he smacks your ass again, tugging your head back by your hair. he lets out a low grumble, starting to let the pleasure overwhelm his body. “bad little girl, letting me fuck her so good. doing bad things just so she can get it rough. just how you like it, yeah?”

his rambles cause your body to shake, your body growing warmer as his dick hits the right spot inside of you.

you moan loudly, and he throws his hand over your mouth. “bad girls don’t get to be loud, doll. keep it down.”

[masculinemiracles]

Commission for @lunee-bat!!!

The red guy was so fun to draw hehehehehe I love brainrotting with my besties

[actuallysaiyan]

I would like Aizawa as a werewolf with the prompt: “Careful, little mate. You're tempting me right now and I could easily fall into a rut.”

Hehehehehe thanks! I love you! <3

warnings: mentions of drinking, werewolf AU, kissing, biting, oral sex(Fem receiving) pairings: Shouta Aizawa x Fem!Reader

Nobody bats an eye at Shouta’s scruffiness. It’s just the way he looks. He’s always tired, and everyone accepts that. But maybe they don’t notice the little signs pointing to something else like you do. You can tell when he’s lying through his teeth.

Still you try to keep it all to yourself. Who would believe you if you told them that Aizawa sensei is a werewolf? Everyone would think you’re some sort of lunatic really. But still, you can see it. All signs point to that, even if you doubt yourself sometimes.

Then you start to realize something else is happening. Aizawa keeps you closer than before. He’s got his eye on you. You see him smiling a little more when you’re around. He holds himself differently when he looks at you. And he’s definitely keeping a closer eye on you these days.

Despite being teased by Nemuri and Hizashi, you know that maybe it’s just Aizawa trying to be friendly. Maybe the ice had finally been broken between you two. You considered maybe that’s all it was. But deep down, there must be something else going on. There had to be something else going on.

You go out one night with your colleagues. Shouta stays close to you, keeping one hand on you the entire time. You’re not too surprised to find that he keeps all these creeps away. You have a really good time with everyone, and at the end of the night, Aizawa walks you home. You’re really happy that the night went so well.

Once you’re home, you invite him inside. He’s a little reluctant to come in, but he does. You make some tea for the two of you in hopes that you’ll both be able to sober up. Aizawa walks around the sitting and main area, looking around and getting a good feel of what kind of person you are.

You set the tea down on the coffee table and Shouta sits next to you. This is when you get a closer look at him. He definitely has fangs. He definitely is scruffier than you expected. And those eyes…how they seem to shine. You lean in even closer and he smirks.

“You wantin’ a little kiss?” He taunts.

Before you can properly answer, he leans in to kiss you. You eagerly kiss back, wanting to see where this will lead. His hands on your body make you melt. He smells so good too, such a comforting scent. Aizawa eagerly picks you up and brings you onto his lap. The kissing doesn’t stop, if anything it continues to deepen. His tongue tangles with yours as you begin to grind against him.

He sighs, “Careful, little mate. You’re tempting me right now and I could easily fall into a rut.”

Your eyes widen but then you smirk. “A rut huh?”

This is when you begin to grind against him even more. Shouta moans into your sloppy and hungry kisses. Soon he loses his cool and pins you down onto your couch. Loud ripping sounds can be heard as he undresses you violently. You’re definitely making him fall into a rut. 

Fangs glide against your skin before he bites into your neck. Then he moves lower until he can push your legs up to your chest. You let out a loud cry of his name as his tongue presses against your folds. Shouta laps at you fervently, leaving you shaking.

“You should have heeded my warning. Now I’ll be in a rut and only you can help me with this.”

dividers: @adornedwithlight

reblogs and comments always appreciated!

©actuallysaiyan 2024– do not repost on other platforms, copy, translate or edit my works!

[ailithnight]

These are both very tasty ideas, but I was thinking along the lines of Danny (being the capybara here) has such chill vibes that ghosts and humans both tend to congregate around him and chill.

Enter, stage left, Tim; who has not slept in 3 days and goes to his favorite coffee shop cause Alfred cut him off at the manor and is going to force him to bed next time they cross paths. So he grabbed his laptop and booked it to get caffeine and work elsewhere.

He walks into the shop and there encounters a wild Danny, chilling, working on class work on a beat up laptop, surrounded by happy blobs (not that anyone else can see them). The rest of the shop is full of patrons lounging around. The seat next to Danny is the only one available.

So Tim, after getting his liquid energy strong enough to give a horse a heart attack, asks if he can sit there. Danny, of course, acquiesces. They talk a bit as Tim tries to work. But ultimately Danny's chill vibes just knocks Tim out.

. . .

Several hours later, Dick and Jason walk into Tim's favorite coffee shop, on a mission to kidnap their brother back to the manor for some gotdam sleep. They were not expecting the black haired blue eyed twink doing differential equations while Tim leaned on his shoulder, snoring and maybe kind of drooling. The stranger doesn't seem to mind.

"Believe it or not, this kind of thing happens frequently. I'm told I have a calming presence." Jason is inclined to agree.

Crack idea prompt:

When sleep deprived, Tim becomes highly susceptible to the Capybara Effect (that thing where capybaras seem to just attract other animals to come chill with them).

Make it DP x DC? Danny is the ghostly/human equivalent of a capybara.

[thebest-medicine]

32 I imagine kacchan saying the DOOM line and while tickling poor izuku to death perhaps?

Prompt 32 - “Who would have thought a few tickles would be your doom?”

A/N: i decided to do some pro hero cute pining bff bakudeku dynamic for this little tidbit ;)

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“Who would have thought a few tickles would be your doom, huh Mr. Number One Hero?”

“BahahahahaHAHA Kacchahahahan! EheheHEHE Stahahahahoppit!”

“Sorry, Deku, no can do! Now, that I’ve got you in my clutches, I’m never letting go.” Bakugo laughs evilly, digging in to tickle with a renewed fervor.

“WAHAHAHA NOOOO!” Izuku shrieks, batting weakly at Katsuki’s shoulders. “SHSHSHIT HAHA- BAHAHA THAT TIHIHIHICKLES!” He cries out as his ribs are knuckled on either side.

“So fucking ticklish..” Bakugo murmurs, watching Izuku’s freckles as they move with his beaming smile and twitching laughter. “They’re gonna rank me number one instead, because your little giggle is too cutesy for them to take you seriously.” He says, blushing slightly at the semi-use of ‘cute’ to describe Izuku. Who was he kidding? He was downright adorable. “I mean, come on, how is this a threat?” He snickers, gesturing with one hand to Izuku’s cackling, red face.

“I hehehehehe I’m dyhying Kacchahahan— have mercyhyheeheee!” Izuku squeals, giggling uncontrollably.

“Die then!” Bakugo snorts out a little laugh and starts tickling all over Izuku’s stomach.

“WahahahaHAHAHA!” Midoriya cries, and this time he can’t help it as his arms reach out frantically to grab at Kacchan. “PLEHEHEEASE!” He wraps his arms unsurreptitiously around Bakugo’s shoulder and drags him into a half hug.

It doesn’t quite stop the tickling, just pulls them both closer. Bakugo laughs too. “You idiot. Think you can stop me?” Then, he digs in to Izuku’s hips.

Midoriya shrieks the loudest yet and twists and turns under him uselessly. He pounds onto Katsuki’s back and hugs him closer, laughing all the while.

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[more sentence starter fic prompts]

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[read this & further MHA drabbles on ao3]

[rainystarshower]

Helloo, can I request priest! Dan Feng x fem! Demon reader? Where Dan Feng is devoted to his God but ends up being in love towards reader, a demon. But he would never admit his true feelings and was in denial, and that denial led him to go the church to ask for forgiveness from his God like "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned" and just blamed reader for making him fall in love, thinking she puts a spell on him or something. He was concentrating but then reader shows up behind him to annoy him as usual (you can come up with the scenario yourself, but if you can, please make reader have a teasing/flirting side since she's a demon)

‘Lovely Sinner’

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chara : Dan Feng

cw : fluff, preist!dan feng, demon!fem reader, mentions of HCQ, modern-ish AU?, mentions of make-up, incorrect displays of Christianity (I’m Muslim lol...), ooohhh a flirtatious reader hehehehehe... Possible OOC with the lovely Dan Feng

a/n : HCQ MENTIONED EVERYBODY STAY CALM... I had 0 expectations when I started this, I HEAVILY doubted myself so try to bear with me here......... Also sorry that this is late!! Been losing motivation recently...

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‘That’s wrong.’ Dan Feng, laying on his bed, thought to himself. Over and over again, thinking about how wrong it is... How wrong it is, that — he, Dan Feng, a priest, has fallen in love with a demon? A demon of all creatures?! He’s a priest, a well respected one at that! You just appeared in his life out of nowhere, and decided to cling yourself onto Dan Feng. For what? He did nothing to deserve it — right?!

Oh but how his heart fluttered everytime he had thought about you. He was in denial, for so, sooooooo long! Now he’s here, laying in his bed as his heart almost leaps out of his throat at the constant thought of holding you! It drives him insane!!

“That’s it. It must’ve been a spell!” He says, getting up from his bed with determination. He needs to go to church, he needs to pray and ask his father above for forgiveness. That was the only logical explanation Dan Feng could think of — of course you casted a spell on him! Surely if he asks God for forgiveness, the spell will be lifted — no?

...

“Heading to church?” Yingxing asked, watching as Dan Feng was heading out. “Yes, I’ll be back as soon as possible.” His voice shaked. He couldn’t let anybody know about his greatest sin. No, not at all. After all, being in love with a demon is a far more grave sin than any other.

“Dan Feng!” You call out to him as he’s about to pray. He decides to ignore you, not even attempting to bat an eye towards you. Which, agitates you, so you call out again. Again, he ignores. He’s too focused on his prayer. He has to ask his father in heaven for forgiveness! He must!

So you stand in front of him, looking directly at his face and interrupt his prayer by slightly pushing him to the side. “You interrupted my prayer.” He scowls at you. You merely scoff in response. “Well, you were ignoring me and my good looks! I had to do something about it.” Your tail peeked out, wagging a little in joy he finally placed some attention to you. Dan Feng caught notice of your tail, and felt a bit flushed. ‘How adorable’ He thought.

And there, oh how the realization hit... You? Adorable? Blasphemy! You’re a demon! Dan Feng is devoted to his God, finding a demon such as yourself adorable is a sin, a tremendous one!

You caught him, a bit flushed, to which you took the opportunity to tease him for it. “Oh? Am I really that irresistible that you can’t help but blush?” You lean closer to him, smirk on your face, his breathing subconsciously stopping. “No, not at all. You never will be.” He refuted. What a blant lie...

You chuckle, causing his heart to skip a beat. “You and your blasted spell...” he mutters under his breath, inescapable to your ears. “Spell? What spell?” You sat yourself besides him, leaning a bit back, using your hands for support.

He stares at you, a bit perplexed. “The spell you casted on me... The one that makes my heart yearn for you.” Yearn for you? This was the first you’ve heard of this... “you’re a demon. You’re capable of such things! You caused my fantasies!” he tried defending himself.

“a spell...? Fantasies...???” you ponder to yourself. Your mind concentrated on wondering ‘what the hell is this guy talking about...?’ he stares at you in anticipation, hoping you would realize and undo whatever spell you casted upon him.

“explain your symptoms — fantasies in more detail.” you ask. In response, he obliges and starts to talk about his symptoms. The symptoms of where he wants to run his fingers through your hair, watch you put on make-up and occasionally help you, hold you as you drift off to sleep in his arms, let you do his hair in whatever style you want — all of it.

You could feel your heart thumping more and more as he continued talking about his ‘symptoms and fantasies’. Your train of thoughts was running wild, until he broke it with one simple sentence. “the spell that caused me to fall in love with you.” he admitted, looking you directly in the eyes which the moonlight was reflecting on. Hell, he looked so pretty...

You forget to speak. Dan Feng, looking down, thinks to himself. Just as you’re about to say something, he cuts it off with a quick kiss. He’s fallen in love, he can’t deny it. “It’s not a spell, is it?” Dan Feng asks you, pulling you closer to him, watching your face slightly blush before you let a grin break free. “Nope, you’re just a dummy in love” you tease. Instead of him getting upset, he grins back — kissing you once again in the church, moonlight falling upon the two of you. “Gorgeous woman, you are, aren’t you?” he surprisingly teases back. Your response being: “a thousand men could die to have me”

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His grin, unfaltering as he kisses your cheek. “yet I am that one alive man, which managed to have you”

HOLY SHIT WHAT WAS THAT?????????????????????????????

[spongebob-connoisseur]

So I went to Fan Expo yesterday! I wish I bought tickets for two days instead of one, i couldn't do all that I wanted. Most of my day was just waiting in line to meet voice actors.

Buuut the highlight of my day is that I met Dee Bradley Baker! I got a selfie with him and I asked what was his favorite Spongebob character to play. He said Bubble Bass's mom. He did voice impressions of them both. Its so weird to hear the voices come out of him since I'm used to hearing it on the TV. It was great though.

He LOVED my Slappy cosplay and said it was freaky. I am so so happyyyy. When I took a selfie with him, my friend said some lady also took out her phone to snap a picture of my cosplay. It may not be the most polite thing to do without asking but I really don't mind it lmao

It was my dream to go as Slappy since the first time I ever went to Fan Expo. Which isn't long ago but still. I felt like I was wearing his skin✨

I finally know how Slaps felt like in this instance wearing the Patrick costume

I spent the past week making the head out of paper mache and I'm very proud of it. It's not particularly strong because I was figuring this out while it was foing along. I spent most of my time sculpting and ensuring it LOOKED like Slappy, I didn't give much consideration towards visibility (his mouth is a seeing hole but you can just barely see. Also towards the end of the day, it began cracking around his jaw area so I couldn't wear it anymore. It's fine and easy to fix, I do kinda want to fix it up and make it stronger. Probably put a helmet on the inside and pad out the inside. I also want to give him false eyelashes lmao.

I had a lot of fun painting him though. It was like doing his makeup UwU he's also actually wearing makeup since I used an eyeshadow pallette to use as a highlighter on his skin. He's sparkly in person.

I also made his dorsal fin (I followed a basic fairy wings tutorial to make it) and my sister helped out and made the little gloves from socks. She finds this costume horrifying. I think that's the best part. I chased her around a bit as Slappy.

I also attended a panel and got an autograph from Neil Newbon who voices Astarion from Baulders Gate 3.

Mainly because my friend has been obsessed with the game lately. I didn't think I'd care much until I actually met him. Hes actually wonderful and witty and polite and professional, I could go on and on about it. My friend and I were both gushing about it. Even for the brief moment of meeting him at the table and he shakes your hand with both hands and looks you in the eye AHHHH✨✨✨😭😭

Unexpected but REALLY made my day <33

I ended up missing photo opportunity to meet Spongebob because the line was so long but this is a rare moment where I think it was worth it.

Especially since despite all of that, there are many folks who asked for pictures. Especially older folks. They were able to tell right off the bat that it was Peter Lorre related!

And the ones who were younger and closer to my age were still able to get it. I got a lot of people asking "is that Gomez Addams?" because Gomez is Peter Lorre inspired. Which was the PERFECT opportunity to infodump and tell them that Slappy and Gomez are both caricatures of Peter Lorre. I actually have a printed picture of Peter Lorre that I kept in my tote bag just for this purpose <3

When I was standing in line, one man was looking at the Slappy head for a bit and said "he has a face only a mother could love. He reminds me of a certain actor" to which I just had to say "Peter Lorre!" Hehehehehe

There was also a paramount section where they had Spongebob mini golf.

I actually met a dude while I was in line and he was also a Hardcore Spongebob fan. Its actually crazy to find someone as deranged as I am irl. It was soooo much fun just chatting with him. We ended up traded socials. I kinda wish I stuck around longer but we didn't have much time left ro really explore the con so my friend and I did a mad dash trying to get through as much as we could before the con closed.

All in all, I had fun. I'll probably reuse this costume next year. Perhaps I could find a brown tailcoat suit too so the cosplay can be 100% accurate.

Here are some miscellaneous cosplay pictures:

This one is my favorite <3

[spongebob-connoisseur]

I never thought someone would go and do an impression of me but accurate😭😭

DO NOT FEAR I WILL SURVIVE THIS

AND NOT ONLY THAT BUT ALSO THRIVE FROM THIS BECAUSE SLAPPY HAS BEEN CONFIRMED FOR THE UPCOMING SPONGEBOB CHRISTMAS SPECIAL SANDY'S COUNTRY CHRISTMAS

HERE HE IS

WE'RE GETTING STOP MOTION SLAPPY‼‼‼‼

My impression of @spongebob-connoisseur being forced to suffer through a Slappy hiatus 💔

[femmikoto]

heyyy, there's my favourite host- 😧‼️ are you... crying? mikoto, who did this to you?! you tell me who hurt you RIGHT NOW!! i'll bash their brains in for you- NOBODY hurts my angel like this!!! 😡😡😡for every tear you shed, i'll hit them a THOUSAND TIMES!!!!!!!! ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️ anything to protect my baby... 💕my pookie... 💖 my darling... ❤️💞🩵what? you don't need me to kill anyone for you?? 🤨 look, if you're trying to protect them, i get it, but they NEED TO PAY...!!! 💢💢 ... w-what? you're crying because of... m-m-me? 😨whuh-- w-what did i do wrong, sweetheart...?? 😰 you... imagined me with my baseball bat showing?? 😯😧 baby, i would NEVER scare you like that... i-i'm so sorry your mind wandered there... 😔 w-what's that? your tears... they were t-tears of joy...?? 😳 EH?! y-you want to do WHAT?! 💦💦 ... well, well, well... heheheheh... maybe i've got just the long hard cylinder for you, darling... 💞❤️💖💕🩵❤️💕💖

[seramilla]

(Hehehehehe two little critters were in the mood for angst…but feel free to turn it into something wholesome)

For the Emily Stays in Hell au

How did Emily react to her sister’s new visage, clearly she would be shocked because they last time they saw each other was at the meeting that was merely a facade. The very meeting where she thought Sera had undermined and humiliated her, thinking she was part of the set up. Yet to see Sera in hell, Fallen, is a shock to her. Her sister, the high seraph, the paragon of heavenly appearance and attitude, now lying before her…battered, bloodied, and broken…why now?

“Sera, is that really you? Wh–what happened??”

And how does Sera react to seeing Emily looking at her?

Her big sister laying in bed…injured, weak, and pathetic. She can’t let Emily see her like this, she is too ashamed of herself for so many things…for giving her reasons to believe she would trick her, for not standing up for her sooner, and for not being able to sway the elders minds. She is a sham of a sister and cocoons herself in her new bat-like wings. Her sister should not have to look at her as she deserves better than the monstrous beast she’s become…

No…

This is what she has always been, she just no longer has excuses and “divine rules” to hide behind anymore. She can’t look at her sister, her perfect little sister. Sera curls in on herself filled with self loathing and disgust. The overwhelming urge to vomit burns in the back of her throat but there’s nothing to expel. She wishes she could just disappear so Emily wouldn’t have to see her like this, to see her at ALL. She can only mumble an apology to Emily over and over again balled up and hidden in her cocoon of wings as black tears stream down her face. This is what she deserves…to suffer alone without anyone seeing.

Since I'm answering this one after @xellas-the-wanderer and @tanema have already made their art contributions, this entry has a fun little twist. Have some wholesome angst!

Carmilla doesn't let Emily see her sister for days. Charlie had brought Emily straight back to the Hazbin Hotel after she'd fallen, where she'd recovered for several days, getting used to her new body, learning to stand and walk again on her own two sets of deer-like hooves, and acclimating to the strange way in which her new eyes perceive the world. It took her 3 days to get back on her feet. A week to subdue the new demonic features that her body now possesses. At least 2 weeks to start to hide her new wings, and retract her horns into her head, so that her upper half has a more or less human-like appearance. When she's not angry or overcome with emotion, anyway.

The hooves are a different story. Her eyes will never be the same again -- a deep, sunken black in appearance, allowing her to see many more finer details than she ever could as an angel. She can see a fleck of dust drifting by like it's nothing. Notices insects and small creepy crawlies with almost predatory precision. Has to fight her baser instincts against the thrill of the hunt.

Emily doesn't want to hurt or kill anything. Not really. But the urge to chase and observe things up close is overwhelming. Her rounded ears twitch at every little sound; her tufted tail swishing back and forth haphazardly, when she's laser focused on something interesting. Vaggie had given her an awfully strange look, as she crawled along the floor after a cockroach with Niffty. She and the hotel maid have found a common interest in bugs recently. That is... something she'll have to get used to, she supposes. Demon features are so random and weird.

Sera had fallen not long after Emily did. But Carmilla had taken the Seraphim straight to her compound, and hadn't told her for days! Carmilla found Sera in a fashion similar to the way Charlie had found her -- transformed and changed beyond recognition. Except, Sera's body had already made impact with the ground. She hadn't faired nearly as well as Emily in the descent. Hadn't had the benefit of the princess of Hell to help break her fall.

Sera is hurt...badly. Carmilla admits she regrets not telling her sooner, but she hadn't wanted to worry Emily. Especially since Emily is still so angry with her sister, for seemingly letting her fall into the pit on her own, despite all of Emily's and Charlie's best efforts to convince the elders that redemption is possible.

Despite these complicated circumstances...and despite the sense of betrayal and abandonment that she feels, Emily is still curious, even so. How had Sera fallen? Was she pushed like Emily had been? Did Heaven kick her out? That would make the most sense. She'd been conspiring with a traitor, which Emily is considered now, after all. She wouldn't be surprised if they'd abandoned her too, regardless of her current loyalties.

What's worse, Carmilla won't let Emily see Sera for days. Explains that her sister is in a very bad way. She needs time to heal, and process, and fears that Emily's presence would only make things worse for her. It's agonizing, knowing Sera is down here with her, but unable to see it with her own eyes. Unable to get answers. Emily's patience is tested like never before. She almost breaks into the Carmine estate herself, but eventually, Carmilla lets her in. Emily almost wishes that she hadn't, after she sees the sight waiting for her there.

Carmilla had just given Sera her bed. It's been difficult enough getting Sera to break out of the shock of her falling, so Carmilla's familiar presence beside her at night is undoubtedly some comfort. When Emily enters Carmilla's room, she almost thinks there is an animal lying on its side on Carmilla's bed. The sight of golden fur, leathery wings, and feathers of various shades poke out among a plethora of bloody bandages. More than half of the body in front of her is covered with them. When Emily comes around to face the creature, a familiar but distorted face is visible beneath a pair of massive, twisted horns.

Regardless of the curious visage, the person before her is undoubtedly her sister. Her breathing is ragged, and her three sets of mismatched wings quake behind her as she breathes rapidly in fits and starts. She's asleep, though it's not a restful affair. Emily almost turns around and leaves, too stunned to process the sight in front of her, and also not wanting to wake Sera out of any much-needed rest.

She's not fast enough, though. As if sensing her presence, Sera breathes deeply several times, and then opens her eyes. It takes a minute for those cat-like slivers in her orbs to adjust to the sight of Emily standing there. They become more circular and expand in the low light of the room as realization strikes. Sera blinks several times, and then jerks into a half-sitting position on the bed. Emily's presence has startled her, and Emily might have apologized and adopted a swift exit if Sera's eyes hadn't pierced directly into her, and her name hadn't escaped past those menacing, pointed fangs in her mouth.

It's Sera, all right. That pained, anguished sound emerging from her parched throat is proof enough of that.

"Emily! What--is that you--? No...no, please! You shouldn't be here! Oh god, please don't look at me like this!"

Sera turns over swiftly in the bed, facing away from Emily, her wings encasing her form in a protective barrier, arms and claws coming over her head to hide her face. The former Seraphim also tucks a scaled, scorpion-like tail close to her body, trying to hide that part of herself, too. The only pieces of her left visible are her pawed feet and those sharped, twisted horns, which almost seem to curve back in on each other. A steady stream of "No, no, please, no, I'm so sorry" leaks out of Sera's mouth as a full-blown panic attack takes over. She's trembling. She's frightened.

At that moment, an overwhelming sense of regret and guilt overtakes the younger Seraphim, and all previous notions of betrayal and humiliation at her sister's hand are pushed out of Emily's mind. Sera is hurt. She's in pain, ashamed and unyielding in her desire to hide herself from her sister. Emily's never seen Sera in such a state before. She's still confused...angry...but she also wants to comfort her, too. Sera has always done the same for her, when she was feeling small and afraid. Emily moves closer, to sit beside her older sister on the bed. She places her clawed hand on the back of a smooth, leathery wing, which jumps beneath her touch.

"Emily, please don't look at me like this," Sera barely manages to utter between harsh spurts of breath. She wraps her wings and tail even more tightly around her body, if that's possible. "I'm sorry! Please! I'm hideous! You can't see me like this! I don't want you to see!"

Oh, Sera, Emily thinks, finally coming to terms with the fact that something horrible has happened to her brave elder sister. Something that has irrevocably shattered her spirit.

The person in front of her is a broken, wretched shell of a person, unable to show her face even to the one she's always trusted most in the world. Emily crawls onto the bed, those annoying new instincts of hers completely clouding her angelic judgement that what her sister usually says, goes without question. She ignores that notion completely. The mattress shifts beneath her, and she practically unravels Sera's wings from around her body, peeling them away from her flesh like the skin off a piece of fruit.

Sera fights her. But Emily uses newfound strength she hadn't realized she could wield until now. She just needs Sera to look at her. To see her face. To understand that, despite her ability to hide it better, they are both one and the same now. Smaller horns sprout from Emily's forehead. The pupils in her eyes completely disappear, leaving a sea of black sclera. Emily's violet and gold wings unfurl from her back, as smoothly as water, and she uses them similarly to Sera's, encasing both of them in a protective barrier all her own. Helping her sister hide, for what it's worth.

She leans down to give Sera a half-hug from behind, letting her sister feel her new feathers against her flesh, along with her sister's comforting embrace. She hopes that much, at least, is still familiar to her.

"Sera. Hey. Look at me. Sera, look at me!"

"No!" Sera tries to twist away. But in her weakened state, it doesn't take much for Emily to hold her fast against the front of her body. Sera accidentally rasps a clawed hand against Emily's exposed arm, trying to reach around and dislodge her, drawing golden blood. But Emily ignores it. She doesn't even feel it.

"No, Emily...I can't! I won't!"

"Yes, you can. You can do it. Look at me."

"Why?! Why must you torment me so?"

"Because I need you to see me!"

Sera sobs, finally giving up the fight. She buries her face into the pillow beneath her head, tears soaking into the soft fabric. She cries out, pleading, "Aren't you ashamed of me?!"

God, Sera really knows just how to rip Emily's heart open without even trying. Emily feels her sister's broken cries as her body shakes beside her, wracked with despair. There is a pulling at some tender, sensitive place inside Emily's chest, that she'd almost been able to ignore, overcome with her own rage for the last several days.

But not now. Not anymore. Why was she even so angry before? What exactly had been so important about stewing in her own self-righteous anger? It's not like there is any coming back from this, now.

Having enough of this failed negotiation, Emily decides to just crawl over her sister's prone body, until she's lying next to her, facing her on the bed, and Emily can grab the High Seraphim's cheeks between her small claws, and do the uncomfortable task of making Sera actually look at her, finally. Really make her see her for what she is now.

Sera tries to forcefully keep her eyes closed, fangs trembling against her lower lip as fresh tears fall from under soft lashes. But Emily refuses to let her conceal herself anymore.

"Look at me right now. I've been down her longer than you. Don't think I can't make you."

That seems to be enough of an incentive for Sera, who finally, finally, lets her eyes slowly blink themselves open. Emily can finally witness Sera's pained expression for the first time, without the fruitless hiding, and the moment that the realization of Emily's similar predicament finally hits, Sera starts looking at her with something resembling surprise, and pity, as well.

Sera is suddenly no longer feeling sorry for herself. Seeing Emily's eyes, and ears, and horns...and her wings, which are still trying to wrap around them both. Sera is finally looking at her. Taking her in. In all her twisted, angelic-animal-demon glory. Sera grabs her face, now. Tentatively feeling along the edge of Emily's small horns. Rubbing Emily's cheeks and forehead, getting a good impression of her with her clawed hands, as her little sister's rounded ears and night-black eyes focus all their attention on her.

Emily smiles. It's a pained attempt, but it's the best she can muster under the circumstances.

"See?" Emily asks quietly, barely above a whisper, since her face is so close to Sera's. "We're the same now. You don't have to hide from me. Ever."

The dam breaks. All of Sera's pent-up frustration and sadness is let loose as the High Seraphim wails. She pulls Emily tighter against her body, drawing her sister into a rough, close approximation of a hug. As best as they both can manage, with the new and confusing features of their bodies in the way. But neither of them care. Emily lets Sera hold her, and holds her sister tightly in return, basking in each other's presence.

To say that relief washes over them both would be an understatement. All Emily remembers for the rest of the night is Sera holding her close, until both of them finally fall asleep encased in the familiarity of each other's arms. Together, in one piece, and finally whole again. With or without Heaven, Emily vows to never question or second guess her sister's love for her again. There is no going back now, anyway.

Fuck Heaven. Fuck the elders. They will be perfectly fine on their own.

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You are a wonderfully awful person who dragged me back into DC Batman, which is where by best friend and I connected, but goodness gracious, the lore is even more tangled than when I edged out of it. And I wasn't even that deep in!

Listen, if I have to be dragged back in after ten years of being out of reading DC comics, I'm not letting any of you off the hook either. Suffer with me! And TELL ME ABOUT IT, I've been reading again for like a year now at this point and I have to cope with the state of the lore by just going, "Okay, nothing is solid ground, everything is ephemeral, just try to dig out what you can, whether it's a funny scene or a genuinely good character moment, enjoy it for what it is in the moment." I think this is why I can enjoy comics that a lot of people hate, because I'm not taking anything as "hard lore" anymore and honestly it's been a lot more fun to come back to comics this way, to just chill out and have fun and either enjoy something or don't. My advice is always, to people who fear The Deep Lore: I hope you don't worry so much about it! Honestly, don't worry about the lore even in a series like Star Wars where things are designed to be more coherent (not that this is always achieved /wry), it's fine to be more casual about the worldbuilding! It sounds like you'll be fine back in the hell pit with me, and I would also like to drag more people back into this hell. I promise it's not as scary as it seems from the outside! There's so many good jumping on points! (They're not always the best comics, but I can definitely give you comics that are easy to pick up and familiarize yourself and then you can Know Things About The Bats and then you'll want to know more things about the Bats and then I'll have you heheheheh. ^_~)