#I took the concept and ran with it

[what-if-this-happens-instead]

Whats Black & White - Part 2

In which Jason loses his beauty sleep.

Jason startles awake, and it takes him less than a second to recognise the feeling in his chest. It’s panic, but it’s not his. Its panic, but Essence doesn’t deliberately reach out like this unless something is very, very wrong. He stands, reaching for a physical weapon and combat ready clothes he keeps in his room at the manor. He’s dressed and ready in less than 5 minutes but it takes him longer than he would like because he’s distracted trying to get though to Essence. He’s trying to get her to calm enough to come get him, but he feels a tug at the back of his throat and suddenly he’s standing in a battle field.

A sense of wrong so strong he can taste it in the air, and he falls into battle next to his sister in arms. (Jason is a warrior. Jason is a warrior, and this is not the same as an assassin or a martial artist or a vigilante. Jason can and will kill, but he won’t do it meaninglessly. Jason acts in defence of others. It tears at his soul to see the blood of his fellows on the ground, but grief can wait because these fuckers will pay for what they have done. Jason is a warrior.). He lets himself fall in at Essences side and lets everything else fade away until he’s working on instinct, until his All Blades are flashing in the dozens as Essence swirls around him with her own blade flying in an impossible dance.

(Jason doesn’t notice this - neither does Essence for that matter - but for the first time he truly begins to look inhuman what with how his eyes have simultaneously darkened and started glowing, and the light of the magic around the pair is an ancient amber. There is, in fact, more than one reason they are so tightly bound together, and it becomes clear in how easily they adjust and react to one another. Fighting like this is easier than breathing, most days. It’s a careful push and pull.) 

Well of Sins; Acres of All. Untitled; All Caste. It is a war that’s been waging for millennia, and there’s a battle in the middle of London. The Justice League is only alerted three hours after it truly began, 4 after the Untitled had first attacked. It’s practically over by the time they’ve assembled on the watchtower. All Caste magic builds up over generations of students and master, each one contributing. It has been building for thousands of years - needless to say there is a lot of magic. Technology doesn’t tend to get along with magic this old. (Jasons’ phone has, as a result, stopped working, so he won’t receive the semi-frantic calls once people notice he’s MIA. Not that he would have answered them.)

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Thank you for reading.

PART ONE --- PART TWO (You are Here) --- PART THREE

[ghostkittypog]

"Lola! Can you come here please?" A voice calls from down the hallway, distracting Lola from trying to get one of the young ones to sleep. They look up at her, teary-eyed, but she simply hums, rubbing their back soothingly.

This is one of their newest arrivals after all, having recently lost their parents in a car accident, and struggling to adjust to the change. Out of the five matrons of the orphanage, Lola is the one this young one latched onto. From her years as a caretaker, Lola suspects it's her "grandma vibes" as one of the younger matrons, Abby, informed her, bringing familiar comfort in this trying time.

She smiles softly, muttering a small reassurance to the child that she will return shortly, but that one of her friends needs her and can the young one be brave enough to be without her whilst she goes to see what is wrong? They hesitate, relinquishing their hold with a forlorn nod.

"Thank you," she whispers into their hair, to which they give a small, proud smile.

"Lola!" The same voice calls again and Lola chuckles, waving goodbye to the child.

It doesn't take her very long to exit the room after that, making her way to the commotion and pausing in the doorway at the sight. One of the other matrons, the one who called, looks at her with wide, thankful eyes.

"Oh, thank the spirits, Lola, get over here!" She gestures with her hand in a come-hither motion, to which Lola obliges, wondering what has the other matron so tense.

And then she sees it.

'It' being a small bundle inside a box that the other matron, Diana, must have brought inside, containing a small not-human child. Sure, Lola could play the denial game, but the four eyes, the slit for a nose, the extra limbs with only four fingers and the skin tinged a warm fiery red lent very little to the idea that this was anything but an alien. At the very least, simply not human.

Lola's eyes soften as she kneels beside the being, Diana kneeling down beside her. They sit there for a moment, silence enveloping the room, as Diana calms her nerves.

"I'm not sure what to do," Diana admits, which Lola sends them a look for. She knows, Diana's stress was profound from the moment she left little Charlie alone to heed Diana's call. "Oh, don't give me that look! I just mean..." They pause, huffing before gesturing to the not-human baby. "What are we supposed to do with them? You're our oldest and most experienced caretaker. Can we even take care of them?"

Lola hums, chuckling softly as the alien young one subconsciously latches on to one of her fingers she had near them. Oh, what a sweet darling.

"This isn't the first time this has happened, dearie," Lola says softly to Diana, who looks at her with a small gasp of shock. "I know, surprising, huh? It's been a while, the last time this happened, I was newer to the job than you are!" She playfully confesses with a whispered tone, feeling amusement from Diana's shock.

"His name was Damien, or, well, we called him that. None of us even knew how to translate the alien texts then. It was only a few years beforehand that extraterrestrials being real was even confirmed. Speaking of," she gestures to the young baby in the box, "did they come with anything else? A note, perhaps?"

Diana pauses, thinking over her memories before wincing, giving a small nod. "Yeah, there was a slip of some kind of parchment on them that fell off. I didn't recognise it as English, so I--"

Lola raises her spare hand, the other trapped in the baby's grasp, getting Diana to stop. "It's alright, love, just go get it now that we know what's going on."

Diana nods once more, scurrying off and Lola merely laughs to herself. Diana often flickers between confidence and insecurity, and the sudden appearance of this alien child must have spooked them. They're four years into being a matron, and still learning the ropes. Lola remembers being her age, and having to adjust to an alien child in their midst and the peculiar to them needs.

But she knows what to do. This may be a different extraterrestrial to Damien, however, the same logic applies that give her the helping hand for her younger caretakers, something she never had as Damien was a first for this orphanage.

Damien had been a satyr, to draw the closest human mythological basis for what he was. Digitigrade legs, horns on his head, and fur covering most of his body. He had a love for music, begging the matrons to play it once he heard the radio for the first time, attempting to mimic it with hums and baas.

He was an exciteable child, and whilst Lola misses him so, an adventurous one. He wanted to see the world, not just Earth, but the places he came from, and learn about it all.

Lola isn't sure how long its been for him, time dilation is all too real, but he left when she was fourty-two, him being nineteen, and it had been thirty years now. She hopes she isn't gone before he can make his way home, but she has her doubts. It's why she thinks of him in the past-tense after all.

She is taken from her thoughts at Diana's return, and Charlie following along at the matrons heels. Lola can't help the fond chuckle coming from her lips at the young one's face, oh, poor dearie, must have gotten impatient.

She gestures the two over, and Diana hands her the parchment. Lola was right to ask, as there is, indeed, a message upon it. Though she is, by no means, an expert, she roughly translates it.

Dear humans, We have heard the stories of your generosity and kindness to youngs of other species. We struggle to understand such reasoning, but if you are able to care for creatures not of your own, please take ours. Their name is Trilinp, take care of them, as we could not. ~ Yrlipnre and Grberinge

Tales of their kindness, huh? Lola hums, smiling, as she reads what she understands of the letter. Trilinp is a lovely name, really, though she assumes she butchers the pronunciation. Other languages have never been her strong suit.

Charlie has wandered over, settling themselves down and looking between the baby and Lola. She sees the way their nose scrunches up as they look at the alien, clearly recognising it as "weird" and--

"So, they're alone too, huh?" Charlie asks, which neither Diana or Lola expected. Charlie hangs their head, awkwardly playing with their hair. "I mean, the letter said their parents left them here, right? I know ma and mum didn't want to leave me, and you and everyone have been pretty nice, but being alone isn't fun. So, are they alone?"

Lola, recovering from the small shock, shakes her head, smiling softly at Charlie. "Oh, dearie, no. Come here," she gestures to her lap, which Charlie climbs into without hesitation. Lola gently takes their hand, placing it with one of the other hands of the alien child, which latches on without thinking. Charlie quietly gasps at the feeling, looking at the baby with no small amount of awe. "They're not going to be alone because we've got them. Their family may have left them here for reasons they didn't fully say, but the child is ours now, human or not."

Diana seems to have needed to hear that too, as the other matron lets out a small sigh of relief. "So, we can care for them?"

Lola nods. "Of course. They may be a new baby, but just like any others, all we need to do is watch, learn and adapt. They're as much one of our kiddos as the rest."

The air settles after she speaks, smooth quiet laying on top of them all. This isn't the end of this, after all. Soon, her and Diana shall tell the other caretakers, the children will have to be informed so they don't spook, and they'll have to find living arrangements that work for the little alien.

Lola smiles, for she knows it is nothing they cannot handle. Trilinp is just as unexpected as Damien is, and she's determined to make it so they know they are just as loved as she hopes Damien knew back then.

“Babyyyyyyy!”

Aliens witness humans going “Babyyyy” when they see other animals and mistakenly believe that humans are liable to believe ANYTHING is a member of their young if it acts/appears similar enough; this has resulted in MULTIPLE cases where aliens leave their children at human orphanages instead of on their own world because of humanity’s pack bonding ability and it becomes some huge scandal where aliens are like.

“Manipulating them into taking care of our own young is immoral”

and

“Have you seen humanity? The moment they figure out what we’re doing, they’re freak out and go on a murder spree!”

Meanwhile, humanity is just like ‘sweet, we’re taking care of alien kids… we can handle this :)’

Bonus points if a human brings something like a puppy on board a ship and call it by saying ‘babyyyy!~’ and, despite knowing that it is DEFINITELY not a human infant, they try to treat it as such despite the fact that it is not a human.

Humanity appreciates this. 

[alabasterpickles]

I am no stranger to making oc’s for the fandoms I engage in and most of them I rarely talk about so let me give y’all a quick breakdown of one of the gals I’ve been playing around with the the last few months

I was talking with my sister about how strange (and sad!) it is that Sidon and Mipha’s mother is mentioned maybe *once* in passing and how funny it is that neither of them look remotely like their dad, so naturally this sparked a desire to explore what she may have been like/looked like!

I’m going to guess she was close to Yona’s size (she’s my main canon adult Zora woman reference point) which still makes her itty bitty compared to Dorephan. And also I headcanon that both kids take after her — which is why they both had special “Sage” abilities and Dorephan does not, it’s all on mom’s side of the family! The second drawing was me trying to figure out their approximate size difference (which would’ve been comically large anyway), featuring young Dorephan!

I know the “dead mom” trope is a major plot device in this particular series, but it’s nice to think about all the pre-tragedy family stuff.

Anyway! Her name is Sola!

Enjoy these little doodles!!

ALSO for the record, Sidon inherited his winning shark smile from mom in my mind

[jinxedshapeshifter]

what if. ace attorney case where klavier gets accused of murder and the murder is eerily similar to the ones kristoph's committed. and apollo defends him because phoenix won't because kristoph (like phoenix doesnt have anything against klavier or at least claims not to, but the case reminds him too much of kristoph for him to be able to handle it). and its an exploration of the gavin bros' lore and what happened between phoenix and kristoph during the 7 year gap.

[misc-obeyme]

(Pouring some thoughts here)

I've always had this headcanon that Solomon had children, who he outlived, in the past.

Sometimes I would imagine that if he were to have children again (let's say with MC), he needs to prepare what he's getting into. The highs and lows of fatherhood for an immortal. Once again, he would experience the wonders of nurturing a vulnerable individual who seeks his love and protection while sorrow simultaneously consuming him as he ponders on the future where he would be the one who has to bury his child.

I've kind of thought of this, too.

I think with any children Solomon may have had back in his normal human life span days (like I dunno in his thirties or something), he might not know that he would end up burying them. It depends on when he becomes immortal. Like he might have had kids before he became immortal, you know?

But I think that by the time MC comes around, he's fully aware of what he's getting into. He's going to have to bury MC some day, too.

But wouldn't it also be joyful for him to watch someone he loves and the children he had with them live fulfilling regular human lives? Wouldn't he cherish watching them grow old, even if it means they're leaving him behind? They'll get to experience a phase of life that he never will. And if those children then have more children and so on and so forth? He can follow his own family throughout the generations. It's going to be lonely, but it'll also be full. And in the end, I think Solomon would realize that his life is better with them than without them. Even if it's brief. Even if he has to say goodbye when his children are old. Assuming they die of old age, those kids of his will be in their 80s and 90s when he finally buries them. And they'll probably hold his hand before they pass and tell him they had a beautiful life thanks to him. Inevitably bittersweet, but isn't the pain worth the joy, too?

[no-see-um-incorrect]

could you maybe write a mini fic about Charlie and Casper having a cuddly night in

(no problem boo I got you❤️)

I am buzzing with excitement over the fact that Charlie was just confirmed as a chronic a little spoon so I hope you enjoy 

It was a long day. A long day of short tips and short tempers. Charlie was used to dealing with rude ass customers and people who take basic human decency as a suggestion. But today it was just getting to him. and he needed something to help it. or more correctly someones.

“Casper I’m home!” he sets his backpack down, takes off his shoes and hangs up his puffer jacket and hears scampering and footsteps coming down the stairs followed by a familiar chattering noise. “hey there little buddy” the little masked ball of fluff snuggles his face against Charlie’s pant leg “I told you daddy was coming home” Casper walks up to Charlie and wraps their arms around his neck and pulls him into a kiss. Charlie polled them closer into a tight hug.

“you good baby?”

“yeah…I just really missed you today” Casper gave him a kiss on the jaw and a good squeeze “well you’re home now. I already got your towel and PJs ready so all you need to do is get in the shower and I’ll order food. Sound good?” He nods and heads to the shower

After he’s done in the shower he gets changed into the baggy pajama pants, Casper had cleaned for him. Casper had washed his bedtime Sweet Pete’s shirt but Charlie’s brain wasn’t cooperating with the fact that he had fabric on his chest and arms so he went shirtless. He walked out of the master bath into the bedroom and sees Casper just getting done putting on their own jammies 

“ooOoOoO titties out? Hell yeah!” “yeah for some reason a shirt just didn’t feel right” Casper wraps their arms around Charlie’s waist and kisses his neck “there little busy tonight so the foods going to be at least a half hour-45 minutes. Hope that’s OK” “that’s fine Cas. I can wait….do you wanna go lay on the couch till they get here?” Casper nods and they make their way to the living room. Casper plopped down on the couch back first, and made grabby hands towards their standing boyfriend. Charlie rolls his eyes and crawls on top of Casper laying his head on their chest.

Casper starts running their fingers through Charlie’s hair. They wrapped their legs around him and kissed the top of his head. All is content.

That is until they hear a little chattering before Charlie feels a soft fluffy mass on the dip of his back.

“is that the little guy?” His speech muffled by Caspers chest. Casper let out a mischievous giggle, which is the only answer he needed. “want me to move him?” Charlie shook his head before nuzzling his face deeper into Caspers chest. “if he wants to cuddle he can cuddle. but I ain’t moving for shit” Casper kissed the top of his head and lightly traced their fingernails down his neck and shoulders up and down. Charlie tightened his arms around their torso. and although the feeling was muffled, they could feel him kissing their chest. 

“I love you Charlie” he lifts his head up and gives them a kiss “love you too Cas…I needed this Today” “well it’s here anytime you want it baby you just say the word” they give him a soft kiss on the forehead, and he lays his head back down on Caspers chest, this time snuggling into the crook of their neck 

The end

I could’ve made this with a lot more angst than there had to be. Hope you enjoy. 

[hauntingblue]

Oh now the villagers know..... and arlong burned the town to punish her..... for some reason

[whoisnotmyname]

new dragon age blorbo just dropped

[turnedpalefromlackofsun]

I cant show the whole thing cuz yeah

I think I drew this last year

It's not the most disproportionate thing I've drawn. I can and will draw worse

Its pretty bad I kinda agree with the "ew" part

[nemmet]

the five six animalsketeers are back in town! 🍃🍻

[des-no9]

Came up with some absolute banger BG3/DND cyberpunk AU world building last night when I couldn't sleep.

Specifically around the concepts of Dolls, their Makers and warlocks and the different types of magic involving Dolls during their often forced service, and then once free from their Maker.

Vanquish is an ex-doll in this AU and explore a lot of it through her 💜

[what-if-this-happens-instead]

Whats Black & White - Part 1

In which we see Jason and his magic hair

The white streak in Jasons’ hair is not from the Lazarus pit. It’s not from dying or from waking up, and it’s not stress. It’s also not hair dye, Stephanie.

Jason came out of Nanda Parbat with the same almost black-brown hair he went in with. He killed several of his trainers, and and his hair only got longer. The colour didn’t change. He walked up deep into the mountains with Talia without a single white hair. He does, however, leave with the white.

Jason Todd became a master of the All Caste, slowly and painfully and carefully and he has so much power running through his veins now. Time works differently here. He and another student worked out he had experienced about a decade of time in what would be 4 months. His hair gets darker, fully ebony. There is no white. It contrasts with his skin now. He looks less human than before. One of his masters had smiled at him when they noticed.

Jason Todd ties the very essence (hah) of his being to the woman across from him. Jason and his other half in every way that matters bind their very selfs together, something deeper and more intrinsic than a soul or a body. It’s not romance or familial bonds. It’s not out of pure necessity just yet. It’s comfortable and he feels more at home than ever before with a part of him melded so completely into Essence and part of her with him. A lock of his hair turns snow white. A long streak of Essences’ turns Ebony. There are hints of blue in the voids that are her eyes. The whites of his own eyes darken, and look grey in the right light. He’s suddenly slightly quicker to anger, she’s now better at planning espionage.

Jason Todd leaves the Acres of All with a white streak in his hair. He will never tell anything, living or dead or in-between where it comes from. He will visit his mountain home, carefully, quickly, quietly, once a month and only under the new moon. No-one notices. For all he plays up his incompetence, Jason is All Caste. And at that, he trained until there was nothing left to ingrain into his memory. It’s not hard to get away when he’s so underestimated.

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Thank you for reading.

PART ONE (You are Here) --- PART TWO --- PART THREE

[jonathanbyersphd]

I h8 u poorly written s3 car fight

[caterpillarinacave]

y’all I am losing my mind

[psydelta]

Imagine this: Bruce doesn't understand the concept of death.

He has pretty developed abstract thinking but this concept just. Evades him. He simply doesn't understand and has no intention to. Death is a social construct, and Bruce refuses to follow it.

It has so much crack potential but I'd like to see some DRAMA. Like, when his parents are shot in front of him, Bruce goes "nope, I refuse" and simply drives the whole concept of death out of his head. Instead he tells himself that "they'll be taken to the hospital and be fine". He anchors down with them, holds their hands and waits for help. Imagine Joe Chills terror when this child looks at him with horrified expression and goes "That must really hurt! Why did you do this?" and takes bloody hands of his dead parents muttering reassuring things and constant stream of you'll be okays and this will heals.

After Alfred takes Bruce home, he tries to explain that his parents are dead. But Bruce just looks at him with big eyes and says: "But they're in the hospital, and doctors will help them, right?" Alfred tries again and again, and eventually Bruce goes into full-blown tantrum and refuses to listen, covers his ears and goes hiding. Alfred doesn't have a heart to try this again.

And after days, then weeks, Bruce starts asking about his parents. Shouldn't he and Alfred go check on them? Why aren't they home already? What's happening? Where are they? And Alfred explains again: "They are dead, Master Bruce. They'll never come back, they are dead". But Bruce doesn't hear "dead" . He nods as if he totally and completely understands and hears "abandoned you" instead. Because being alive and abandoning him is better than being dead.

He lives with this. With the thought that his parents couldn't put up with him - put up with Gotham - anymore. He imagines their new life and shows hand-drawn pictures of them - alive and happy and in the midst of craziest adventures 10-year-old can come up with - and Alfred excuses himself after to cry alone every time.

Bruce forsed into therapy. It's not healthy to just forget about death; it's not healthy to live in such complete denial. And he goes, willingly, without complaints. He talks about problems at school, about his fears and anxieties that had gotten worse after his parents left him. He talks about them at length - mother's kindness and warmth, father's guidance and patience - and cries. And every time his therapists try to tell him: "But they're dead, Bruce", he gets this blank look in his eyes for a second and goes quiet and still. His sessions last for three years; Alfred thinks about fourth and does nothing.

After that it is still the same path - Bruce decides that he must help Gotham, seeks training, becomes Batman, all that drill. He fosters Dick - and loves him with all his heart. They fight, Dick leaves, and Bruce thinks that maybe it's not Gotham - maybe it's just him.

He finds Jason - hungry and miserable and too angry to be alone. He takes him under his wing, and makes him Robin, and everything is not fine - Dick still doesn't come home but at least he picks up the phone - but it's good. Bruce is good. He content with his life.

And then Jason dies.

It uproots everything. Dick comes home to scream at Bruce about his dead- something, they wasn't brothers truly, but Dick started to accept Jason as his successor. He screams himself to exhaustion. He turns to leave again. And then Bruce pulls down his cowl and says: "I understand that you are upset. It's my fault that Jason is in this condition. It'll take a lot of time to heal but hell be fine, Dick. I promise."

Dick is frozen. He stands with his mouth open, unable to form one coherent thought, until Alfred guides him away with a gentle touch on the elbow and explains Bruce's inability to understand death in hushed voice. Dick doesn't believe him. Not at first. Not until he sees Bruce talking at Jason's corpse with almost serene smile on his face and then Dick out of the cave to promptly retch into the nearest toilet. It's too much.

It's too much for Alfred too. He doesn't know what Bruce sees inside his mind, when the are at the wake and coffin is lowered into open maw of the grave. But Bruce talks to Jason - and Alfred doesn't listen after "I'll wait for you, son, as long as I need".

And the worst part? Jason does come back.

[hydrangeyes]

Aishite Aishite Aishite

Back when I was into Your Boyfriend (Mainly the fanart and writes)

I had wrote this AU drabble.

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Summary: This takes place during a bad end where YB kills (supposedly) Y/n and panics going to the one person who from the start has been on his side wholly. First time writing yandere, it’s not my scene but damn...damn fanart got me good...

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Ch. 1: His mistake, His opportunity

It was everywhere, his darling's blood. He didn't mean to- He just snapped. Now here he was cradling Y/n’s slowly cooling body. “I can fix this, I- I can get you to the hospital and they can-” But the hospital would take them away, maybe even take him away? Why wouldn’t they after all he has hurt his darling, and this time he couldn’t play it off.

Again without thinking his hold tightened and hearing the hoarse whimper leave y/n almosted shattered him to pieces all over again. He needed to clean them up, check the damage-

He moves while he thinks, like a robot, eyes glazed over as he cleans the blood from y/n’s body then his own. Gently taking their body to check the stabs, patch them up and finally an idea comes to mind. By now Y/n is dead, that he numbly barely but still does accept.

He wasn’t ready to let go, maybe he can preserve them in some way? But how-

Maybe it was a sign, the way his eyes skimmed the room and stopped on a familiar black rose. Ah. he knew someone who could.

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“So you dragged their corpse to me!?”

Standing in front of the Flower shop’s back doors was the gardener. He ushers Yb in glancing behind him in case anyone saw them this late night and shuts the door. The gardener sighed and looked up to see Yb gently lay y/n’s body on the steel table of his.

Standing at 6’0 only 4 inches shorter than Yb, in his uniform and covered in dirt stood the Gardener. 

A man who when Yb started coming around to stalk his latest live didn’t call the cops immediately. Dark brown curly hair, double piercings on both his ears, and always curious honey yellow eyes; This was the person Yb trusted the most.

While watching Yb frantically try to decide what flowers he wanted to grow from his darling, the gardener inspects the body.

Nothing he wasn’t used to. After all this wasn’t the first body Yb has brought to him, well...it being his obsession was a surprise. But a small large part of him was laughing in delight at the situation. You see while Yb was watching and chasing down y/n, The gardener himself was watching and chasing Yb from the shadows.

It wasn’t easy by any means. It took ages for him to get Yb to believe he had no interest in his precious y/n. And then slowly getting Yb to depend on him for things, a little game Yb didn’t even know he was playing. So yes, having y/n now out of his way gave him the final push to really make Yb his own.

Smiling softly the gardener per y/n’s cheek and lightly grips their neck. “If you know what’s good for you. Stay dead.”  he whispers. But the feel of a weak pulse against his fingers told him other wise.

“Gardener! Gardener! Should I choose roses for my darling? Any flower would look stunning on them but it has to be perfect!” Yb suddenly pipes up. To which the gardener quickly lets go of y/n and hums loud enough for yb to hear.

“Mm I can just sell you our premade ones. Seems your...Darling. Is still hanging on to life." The gardener says tone as void of emotion as he could make it. Watching Yb light up almost made telling him worth it. He still rather let y/n bleed out.

Think how this could change his plans, it only takes another second to make new ones. "You need to leave, I'm going to call the cops say I heard a shout from across the street and saw someone run away with a knife." He starts, poking and lightly agitating y/n's wounds putting some of the blood on him to make like he carried the body over.

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and I stoped here! I for sure day dreamed more but never got around to actually writing it lmao.