#They found him and he was unconsious for days

[dcxdpdabbles]

Could you do more cave boy Danny please? I really wanna see what you have in mind for the direction you want the prompt to take 👻

The first thing that registers for Danny is the flouting feeling that he often relates to flying. To him, it always felt like being in the water, perfectly balanced with his arms and legs spread out, letting himself be weightless and left up instead of fighting gravity.

He allows himself to be taken by the sensation. It's not often he can fly just for enjoyment, especially in recent months. The Waynes were far too observant.

It is only when he tries to move into a more comfortable position that he notices the restraint.

Unlike in the water, he does not move slightly up and down with waves so he knows he's not flying in his ghost form. There is nothing that ever hinders him, even if slightly.

This is a different sense of flying.

It's caused by medication.

Danny's eyes snap open, fearing men in white suits, and instead gets a teenager in black and red-leaning his head into his hands. There are no restraints or a containment pod, instead, there are soft warm blankets and a large bed.

There are beeps from machines and a tube inside his arm, tapped to the top of his elbow. He's not sure what is in it but he hopes it to help with his pain and not to....see what his DNA is made of or something.

Thoughts are....hard right now. Like trying to grasp sand but it only slips through his fingers. He is aware but not. Did someone steal his brain? He is usually a much better thinker.

"Brucie!" The red and black teenager grasps, throwing his head up. Danny squints at him, wondering if his black wings are alright. They didn't explain or even react to his movement.

Danny should contact Frostbite. His Yeti can fix up those right up.

"It's a cape" The other laughs but his voice is soft with sadness. Danny squints at him trying to pinpoint why he would be so sad. It might be because he hasn't shifted into a butterfly yet.

"I'm not a butterfly." The other laughs a little more amused.

Danny's eyes widened. Was the teenager a mind reader? That's a scary thought. What if he learned all of Danny's secrets?

"Brucie....who's Danny?"

Nah, Danny wasn't risking it. He was going back to sleep. He had to escape into his dreams that way they would be just as confused by them as he was. He chuckles to himself, knowing that they won't know what to do against the giant green dog that guarded his dreams.

"Goodnight Brucie. Enjoy your green dog"

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Hours later Danny wakes up again but this time he is much more lucid. He glances around the room, eyes flickering over the machine and wires attached to him with little care.

He can recognize the room the Waynes gave him with ease. Everything from the posters he had put up in an attempt to look like an average teenager- even if he did only put up posters of Batman and his crew- to the random nick-nacks he left behind in his escape.

It was a bit bare from when he took everything but it's still the room he called home for a while.

How in the world did he get back to Wayne Manor?

Danny needs to get out now.

Standing up on uneasy legs, he rips out the wires as fast as he can, uncaring of the loud alarms that ring the moment he does. He rushes for the door, vision blurry, having to force all of his will into getting one step and then another.

Danny is forced to take small pauses every now and then because his body simply can't handle moving too fast. His legs shake from the effort it takes to keep him up right but he pushes through anyway.

It's only when he manages to get to the door that he remembers his powers. Danny flexes his abs into a clench that he had come to associate with activating his powers. For a brief second, twin rings of light appear, but they only move z few centimeters before flickering out of sight.

It feels like all his energy fades with with.

Panting, he slides to the floor, his limbs feeling like lead and his head swimming with fog. His head falls to the side slightly, but he can see that the door is right in front of him.

Danny tries to reach for it but all that does is cause him to tumble over. There is a dull ache on his chin and chest, as he lays there on the ground breathing heavily, and small black dots start to appear in his vision.

He is likely going to pass out soon from his core's backlash. Danny can't afford that. Not until he's safely away from the Manor and back in his cave.

How in the world did he even get out of his cave? How did he end up here?

All questions he'll have to answer later.

Planting his forearms before himself and pushing one leg slightly to the side, Danny lifts himself up. He lets his legs relax, making sure they don't drag behind him, as he shifts one arm forward and then another, crawling towards the door in the army crawl his mom should him.

He makes it to the door in what feels like hours but is probably seconds. His hands reach upward to launch onto the door handle with all his strength. to heave it open.

There is a moment of pure unadulterated joy that he was able to get this far when Danny encounters a slight problem. There is a force field right inside the doorway.

He figures this out when he slams into an invisible wall. A startled yelp is ripped from his throat as he stumbles back, blinking owlishly at the flickering force field light that gleams and ripples mockingly at him.

For half a second, he thinks that one of his siblings had pranked him by putting up plastic wrap to have him walk into it.

Except for the man in a brown trench coat who is staring down at him with an open mouth.

"Brucie!" Bruce shouts pushing the stranger out of the way to kneel down. "What happened?"

"He activated my wares to keep out spirits....or in this case keep them in?" Trench coat is staring at Danny with a strange expression. It seems like a cross between intrigued and weary. "What are you?"

"I already told you, this is my counterpart from a different universe," Bruce says helping Danny into a sitting position. "We confirmed it the first night he was here. Both DNA and our multi-universal tests came back positive."

"Batty, I highly doubt you have the technology to test for dimension travelers-"

"I do. I used it on every Flash I have ever come across, every time I see them."

"......I know I call you batty but honestly Batty that's alarming."

Danny's eyes flicker between them before he activates his intangibility. It's an ability that doesn't require his full form, however just as he's starting to slip through Bruce's fingers his legs slam against a similar field just a few inches from the floor.

His knees pop loudly and Danny screeches.

"Brucie!"

"Yeah, I wouldn't do that. My wards are all around us. I put them up after finding your cave drenched in otherworld energy. Figured I was protecting you not capturing you."

Danny's yanks his legs up, trying to crawl away from the man. Bruce throws an arm in front of him and Danny foolishly presses himself into the older man's back, trying to shield away from the very alarmingly competent Ghost Hunter.

"You leave him alone. He is not a threat. He is just a civilian boy who happens to be a meta" Bruce's voice is low and dangerous. Danny has never heard him speak like that, even while dressed as Batman.

"Batty, whatever that is, it is certainly not a civilian let alone a boy. The amount of will it took just to keep my wards up by him hitting against them by accident is nothing to sneeze at." Trench Coat insists, pulling out a stone with a strange marking on it. Danny squints at the symbols and then gasps when he recognizes them.

ᛙᛁ⸜⸍ˎ⸜ᛍ╵╮ˎ◟ᛍ╵

It's Fenton Works spelled out in runes, medieval runes to be exact. Danny knows because Jazz and he had a bonding phase where they translated the family name and business. They would carve the symbols into hundreds of wood plates, to bond with their aunt.

"Yeah, even the Witch Boy flinched at this seal." The man smirks, holding out the plat as if he were warding off a spirit. Danny cowers more behind Bruce."You have no idea what I had to trade to get this"

"What the hell are you doing?" Tim's voice cuts through the tension. He is standing in the doorway, arms crossed and face dark. Behind him are the rest of the Waynes. None of them are looking friendly.

"Constantine." Bruce growls. "You are on thin ice. Backdown. Now".

"Not to be disrespectful Batty, but that thing is-"

"His name is Bruce Wayne, You will do well to remember it. " Damian cuts in. The blond man holding- his own carving?- tilts his head.

"But that's not your name is it?" He asks Danny, who swallows. He presses closer to Bruce and watches the Waynes slowly circle Constantine. It's obvious they are about to jump him and Danny-

Danny realized that he may have tried to run but that obviously wasn't going to work. He couldn't hide either, because they found him.

He needed to come clean.

"Wait." He says, his voice stilling the room in a way that only those with complete control. He scoots to the right leaving Bruce's protection. "Wait. He's right. I'm not Bruce Wayne. My name is Danny Fenton. I've been lying to you all. I'm sorry."

"Fenton?" Constantine repeats confused but he doesn't get to continue because Bruce pulls him back behind him.

"You aren't lying. We knew you had a different name, you're still my counterpart."

What.

"Yeah Danny, we kind of knew from day one that you were a version of Bruce even if it was under a different name" Dick laughs. "You told Tim your real name a few days ago as well as your universe coordinates. We already confirmed its location and Tim is working on a ship for you."

What

"We knew. You Bruce." Cass says looking right at Danny. "We since the day we found you."

That's....not right at all.

"No. I'm Danny Fenton. I'm not a version of Bruce. I can prove it!" He shouts, throwing his hand on Bruce's back. He makes his core glow, knowing no two people could ever have the same one unless they are variants of timelines.

That's why Dani's core won't glow with him but Dan will.

Constantine nods his head "A core glow test. That will prove that you aren't Bruce and are something that's pretending to be him. Claiming to be part of the King's family is also a bold claim."

"Look ma I never claim to be part of some King's family I only-"

Twin blue and green glows burst from Danny's and Bruce's chest and Danny's words die on his tongue. Constantine drops his hand in shock.

"See? You are Brucie!" Dick laughs as if he hadn't just shattered Danny's entire world viewpoint. He could only gape at the group of people before Bruce placed a hand on his head.

"I'm sorry. If I had known you knew where your world was located we would have gotten you home to your parents weeks ago. You must have been so scared. Don't worry. We'll have you home soon."

Again and with great feeling, he will say what!?

[andillneverbethesame]

𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒈𝒏𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒔.

❥ harry potter x fem!reader

❥ summary; you didn't want to break his heart but you had to

❥ warnings; none really

❥ a/n; 99% based off champagne problems by taylor swift!!

"your ticket, please," said the ticket collector. it was loud enough for the young man to hear but he remained still, staring out of the window. "sir?"

harry's head snapped to the man's direction. "oh, yes, sorry." his hand quickly found it 's way into the pocket of his jacket. unconsiously, while grabbing the little paper, his fingers also wrapped around a tiny box and when he gave opened his hand to give the collector his ticket, it fell onto the floor.

harry stared at it for a moment and the man chuckled, realising what was inside.

"i can see why you're so lost in your thoughts," said the man. "i'm sure she'll say yes. good luck!"

"she said—" before harry could finish the sentence, the door of the compartment closed, "no."

he sighed and glanced back at the black box between his feet, wondering if it would matter if he simply left it there. maybe some man finds it and will be lucky, not like me, he thought. but he bent and picked it up anyway. it was his mother's ring after all.

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the way back to london was endless.

earlier that night, harry was joined by two young men and women who seemed that they couldn't shut their mouths no matter what. harry wanted to pack his things and find another compartment. he wanted to sleep and let himself dream that things went differently.

but now, that everyone but him was asleep, harry wanted nothing more but to be a part of a conversation that didn't involve relationships, marriage, kids or anyone named y/n. his thoughts didn't let him fall asleep no matter how much he tried.

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"want to go somewhere more quiet?" harry whispered in your ear, making you shiver and at the same time, setting your skin on fire under his warm touch on your upper arm.

you turned around and smiled. "now, harry, that would be so inappropriate from me," you pointed at the small tiara ginny put on your head earlier. "it's my birthday party."

your boyfriend put on a puppy face. "please?"

you rolled your eyes and chuckled. you put your hand in his open one. "how could i say no to that face?" you glanced back at your friends who were sitting at the same table as you. "excuse me, everyone."

ron, hermione and luna all sniggered and then winked at you. you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion but you blamed it at the alcohol.

harry lead you outside on the driveway in front of your parents's house. his other hand travelled to your lower back and you put yours on his shoulder.

"have i told you how beautiful you look tonight?" harry stared into your eyes. blood rushed into your cheeks and you only hoped the dim light from the lamp post wasn't bright enough for him to see how he makes you feel.

"about a million times," you responded. "but it won't hurt to hear it again."

"you really look enchanting. i don't know how i got this lucky." before you could respond, harry pulled you into a deep kiss, leaving you breathless.

"what's gotten into you, huh?" you asked after catching you breath. "not that i don't like it."

"it's a special day."

you shrugged. "only my birthday."

"maybe not only that."

you raised your eyebrow. "huh? what?"

instead of responding verbally, harry lowered himself and got on one knee.

you snorted. "babe, what are you doing? get up!" he didn't. he pulled a tiny black box out of the pocket of his suit and opened it.

a gasp left your mouth at the sight of a ring you recognised. you've seen it before. it was his mother's.

"harry. . ." in all the shock, it felt impossible to say anything else.

the boy couldn't hear the tone in your voice. the one that obviously said, "please, don't continue, i don't want to break your heart."

"y/n, i've said it before and here i am kneeling before you, saying it again; the years we've spent together were the best years of my life. and i want to feel this way until my last day. because only with you, i can die happy. so. . . y/n y/l/n, will you marry me?"

you stared at him, wide eyed with your mouth open. you definitely didn't see this coming when he lead you outside. however, you were sure of your answer.

"y/n?" the smile he had before was slowly fading away from his face with every passing second you took to answer.

you shook your head. "no, harry, not now."

the look in his eyes broke your heart. "what? what do you mean?"

you sighed, turned around and started walking away from him. he got up and you heard him running to you. he got a hold of your hand, making you turn around once again.

"you can't just reject me and leave like that without any explanation, y/n."

"i'm sorry, harry, i really am!" tears threatened to fall out of your eyes.

"i don't want to hear you're sorry," harry was crying by this point. "i want to hear why you don't want to marry me."

"we're too young, harry, i am not ready for this kind of commitment yet!" you explained.

"young?" harry repeated loudly. "we're twenty. my parents got engaged straight after finishing their n.e.w.t.s exams!"

"and that's great if that worked for them, but i am not your mum and you, as much as you look like him, are not your dad. we are not them, harry! i'm sorry if you don't want to hear that but that's the truth!"

"i can't believe this," harry retorted. "were you ever even planning on marrying me? was i even in the image when you imagined your future?"

"of course, you were," you tried to calm him down. you reached for his hand but he backed away before your fingers could even connect. "it's just too early."

"it's never early when it's the one," he claimed. "i'm gonna ask you a question and i want a brutally honest answer. am i the one for you?"

"yes! yes, you are!" you cried out. by this moment, your mascara was smudged and you were having trouble seeing clearly through the tears. "never in my life have i had any doubts about that. harry, i do want to spend the rest of my life with you. and we will get married, but just not now."

"well," harry put the ring back into his pocket. "i don't want to wait." and with that, he left you out there standing.

when he was out of sight, you, very slowly, made your way back into the house.

cheering was the first thing you heard when you walked into the living room. hermione splashed out on the bottle. but after everyone got a good look at the state you were in, everyone stopped celebrating.

"y/n? what happened? where's harry?" ron asked.

"he's gone. forever."

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"so, she just said. . . no?" lily, harry's mum, asked for what felt like millionth time.

"yes, mum," harry mumbled, his fork playing with the potatoes on his plate.

"but i just don't understand. why?"

"she said she wasn't ready."

james potter snorted. "what a stupid excuse."

lily still couldn't wrap her head around the fact that you won't be her daughter in law. "but she would've made such a lovely bride."

"yeah," sirius black agreed. "what a shame she 's fucked in the head."

"sirius," harry glared at him.

"what?" the man put his hands up in defense. "i'm just saying, if she had a common sense, she would've said yes in a heartbeat."

harry shrugged. "maybe, it's for the best. guess it wouldn't work when we both want something else."

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2 years & 7 months later.

this was the worst date of your life.

you weren't even listening to the man sitting in front of you. all he did was talk about himself. he didn't even ask you a question. he doesn't know a thing about you while you knew everything about him. even the name of his grandma.

"y/n, if you excuse me, i'll go use the toilet."

you faked a smile and nodded. "alright."

"be right back."

"oh, you don't have to be," you said under your breath while you watched him leave.

you looked around the restaurant, thinking and searching for something that could get you out of the situation. just then, you heard it. the voice you haven't heard in almost three years.

"y/n?"

he looked the same like the night you broke up, just a bit older. he wore the same glasses that made his eyes bigger. he was dressed in a black suit and he looked so charming as always.

what caught you off guard was the girl who was standing next to him. ginny looked so much more mature now. her red hair was in braid. she wore long dark green dress that almost matched her eyes. she looked magnificent.

they looked magnificent together.

"wow, harry, ginny," you were speechless. "hi."

you hadn't seen anyone from harry's friend group for a while. you and hermione occasionally called but that was it. interesting she didn't mention this.

"what are you doing here?" harry asked but before you could answer, your date came back.

"um, martin, meet old friends of mine — harry and ginny. harry, ginny, this is martin."

after they all shook the other's hands and exchanged all their "nice to meet you"'s, the couple excused themselves and went to sit down so they could order their dinner. suddenly, you didn't want to leave the restaurant so much anymore. something kept you there.

while martin went on to talk about his job, you pretended to listen while keeping an eye at the table harry and ginny sat at.

you couldn't help but wonder how the hell did this happen. questions came flooding into your brain. how? when? is it serious? are they engaged? how long after you shattered harry's heart did they start dating? do harry's parents like her more than they liked you? is he happier with her than he was with you?

about an hour later, you saw harry getting on one knee for the second time in his life.

you couldn't see ginny's face but you knew by the look in harry's eyes that this proposal is going a different way than when he proposed to you. you also couldn't help but to notice that it was the same tiny black box and the same ring.

but everything was different.

ginny nodded and pulled harry into a deep kiss.

you hoped that she'll patch up the tapestry you shred, that she stitches his heart right back up. and that he won't remember all your champagne problems.

[rottingpirate]

Hey, may I request some headcanons for tf 141 and los vaqueros where reader is M. I. A (missing in action) and then came back?

Sorry if this is bad and thank you!

Nah, It's great :) Also I hope you don't mind if I do it in two parts

Ghost

One month.

To Ghost time felt like a fever dream. It felt like forever since he lost sight of you during the mission. It felt like forever since you two exchnaged glances and checked up on each other.

He felt stupid for thinking you were okay when you didn't answer your walkie-talkie.

They found your rifle, but no body, which gave him some hope.

You were a strong fighter and you’ve survived worse than just some kidnapping.

At least he hoped it was just some kidnapping.

He gathered a team for a rescue mission but nothing turned up, it was like you just vanished into thin air.

Time went by and still no contact.

M.I.A. does not mean dead, of course, but it's often as good as.

He went back to work, as much as he didn’t want to, accepting that you were dead somewhere.

You were doing horrible on your end.

You were separated from your squad and knocked unconsious.

You woke up in some basement, tied to a chair with people surrounding you.

They people that kidnapped you wanted information, but you didn't break no matter how long they tortured and interrogated you for.

They moved you from one building to another as to not be caught and during the third time when you were being lead by one of the guys who was not exactly paying attention to you and talking with his friend over the comms. You took that as an opportunity and got out of his grasp, killing him in the process.

That didn't end well as you were knocked out in the end by another guy who snuck up on you.

When Simon was told one month later that they might've found where you were he flipped.

You were found and brought back to the base.

Some of your ribs were broken along with your nose, you had bruises all over and they noticed that two of your teeth have been pulled out.

You could withstand any pain but knowing that your team missed you. That Simon missed you is what hurt you the most.

Simon has never run to treatment facility as fast as he did that day, all he knew was that one moment he just stood over your sleeping body.

He was too scared to hold your hand, so he just sat there watching you til you woke up.

After that he was scared to let you stay alone during missions.

Soap

There was no reason to be worried Soap told himself over and over

You didn't answer your comms, yes, you disppeared during a mission, yes, and no one had heard of you in the last few days, also yes. But that in and of itself didn’t mean anything.

Still, he couldn’t help but worry.

It wouldn’t be the first time soldiers vanished without a trace, especially among those who were fighting, and he suspected some might never be found, not even after the end of the mission.

It's been two weeks and you were considered M.I.A.

It didn't make it better that it was Christmas eve and you were fucking M.I.A.

You were supposed to be with him, curled up in a blanket, watching sappy movies and throwing pop corn at each other.

Instead he was alone, sitting in one of your hoodies and hugging your pillow that still smelled of your shower gel.

He cried not being able to handle this shit and soon enough, he fell asleep defeated.

Meanwhile what he didn't know, was a silhouette that hissed while getting out of a car.

You were kidnapped, god nows how you got out. On your own at that.

As you got out, taking down the people that kidnapped you with a rifle and some knives, you passed out due to blood loss.

You were found by some civillian couple who had no idea who you were, but took you to the nearest hospital.

You spend a good week in there until you just couldn't take it anymore. You had to get out of there and tell your team that you were alive. Why didn't you just call them?

You didn't escape, but you kind of escaped before the doctors gave you the permission to leave because you were still very injured.

As you got out of the cab, you thanked the driver one more time and made your way towards the house.

It was dark, no lights or Christmas tree were seen through the windows and you felt guilty, clenching your jaw.

As you walked inside, took your boots off and dropped your bag you quietly made your way over to the kitchen, seeing as there was a light on.

There he was, your Johnny, asleep while hugging one of your pillows.

You took a chair next to him and played with his growing mohawk.

After a few seconds, he slowly opened his eyes, brushing your hand away.

You softly greeted him, smiling at how his eyes suddenly wided as he straighteend his back.

His breathing increased rapidly and he wondered if he was still dreaming.

Before you knew it, you were lying on the cold floor with Johnny hardly hugging you.

You winced in pain as you were still very much injured, but you didn't care as long as he was in your arms.

He did apologize later so it's fine.

You spent the next few days celebrating holidays while huddled up together on the couch. He didn't let go of you no matter what.

[nyc3]

hello I recently and after going through it I would like to ask some questions if that’s ok of course and sorry if you perhaps got one of theses questions before

1.what is your general opinion on Shigaraki cause I’m curious as a shiggy fan and just curious in general what other people who don’t like him as much or just in general don’t like him think of him

2. How would you write/rewrite shigaraki just in general or if nine was the main villian and Shigaraki was like a secondary villian and or maybe him joining up with nine

3. What do you think would have happened if nine found tenko

sorry if this ask comes off as annoying or rude I’m just general curious hope you having a good/night

Hello!

It's ok, I would try to answer the question the best I can as english isn't my first lenguage so sorry if you find errors here and there. So let's go:

1_ This may sound strange as my constant comments and critiques about Shigaraki may make look like I hate him, but isn't really the case.

I think is more he's a frustrating character to me because while on paper his concept is fine, I feel his presence ends up being detrimental to the quality of the story because the mangaka didn't know how kept Shigaraki relevant and his solution was artificially increase his status sacrificing other more interesting characters with potential just to elevate Shigaraki, especially Nine and Overhaul.

2_ Honestly I never thought on an in deep rewrite of Shigaraki overall character.

But If I have to say something he did works as a early antagonist considering the initial states of MHA and while I'm not fan of having a singular main villain (because in my ideal story multiple major villains should fight for the power) I think Shigaraki and Nine surely can coexist in the same story. They can even influence each other in fact.

After all an important part of Shigaraki as a character is how he develops a sense camaraderie and tries to became a better leader (even if there's a lot of problems with the execution if that idea in canon).

But Nine already had those qualities since the beginning, he's a good leader who always cared about his teamates and tried his best to protect them. He was a hero for them basically.

So why not make Nine a figure which inspires Shigaraki rather than his rival and Tomura attemps to became a better version of himself while looking what makes Nine a beloved leader, while at the same it time creates a contrast with AFO who was the only prominent figure on his life before.

It would also be funny if AFO didn't see coming how his two attempts of "successors" would became closer allies rather than rivals and join forces, eventually opposing him. Nine would never follow AFO selfish ideals, and he probably will fight to free Shigaraki from his control.

3_ This one is interesting, because I don't think Nine and Shigaraki have a big age difference in the first place.

Despite Nine got a more adult vibe he probably is at best middle 20s, which would make him 4-5 years older than Shigaraki in terms of canon age.

So in a scenario where Nine found Tenko after what happened to his family that day they both will still be kids.

But despite Nine seem to only care about people with stronger quirks and you can think "why he would care about a random kid in the streets?" I actually think Nine has this unconsious instict to protect others in a vulnerable situation regardless of their actual power. After all how he could guess people like Slice and Mummy were strong but he helped them anyway?

That being said I think Nine would do exactly the same for Tenko if he found him that day, extending a hand to him (metaphorically at least lol) and both would escape together while trying to survive on the cruel world of the streets as two orphans without any place to go.

Think about it as Nine being the big bro who tries to protect Tenko the best he can, because he knows Tenko can be a really strong person and both could take on the world someday. Of course Nine won't try to fuel Tenko's trauma unlike AFO, perhaps he will attempt to heal him and Tenko will recover a bit of his own selfless and sweet self with time.

While they grown together as a found family they eventually will meet Chimera, Slice and Mummy like Nine did in canon.

Idk how their lives should continue from there, but pretty sure all them will still fight for create the ideal world Nine always wanted for all of them.

So that's it, I tried my best to answer each question but probably I could've added a lot more but didn't want to make this too long either.

Perhaps one day I will do more post with ideas about how I would like the story to be. It's very fun write about Nine and Shigaraki actually.

Thank you for ask and read!

[violawayne]

If you know this story , please send it to me! Pllleeeaaasssee 💔I lost it (I hope the writer didn't delete it)

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There is a fanfic I used to watch a year and a half ago, about Tim Drake after he saved Bruce from the timeline and lost his spleen the family were terrible to him,

Jason and Damian kept bullying him while Bruce and Dick ignored him and one day he fell unconsious in the office of Wayne Tech company, and he had a cancer, I think in his lung? And he had to dismember a part of his lung,

but he didn't want to go to any doctor and let the news spread about him to everyone, so he heard there was a doctor that treats the criminals who can't afford to go to a hospital and he had a sweet young daughter who lives with him, suddenly Tim asked him to help cure him,

and the doctor was shocked about how Tim was very young and why he didn't anyone to know who his family are? And above all that, he found bruises on his body and assumed that Bruce Wayne abuses his kids, anyways, alot of events occurs, the doctor and the daughter grow attached to Tim, and after awhile, he asks for help from Harley And Ivy to make a serum for Tim, because he doesn't have his spleen.

And I forgot to include that Riddler's relationship with Tim is healthy and strong and Tim even calls him "uncle".

[prawndip]

Genshin Characters and Hair

CHARACTERS: Albedo, Alhaitham, Amber, Itto, Kazuha, Zhongli + gn!reader

TAGS: headcanons, can be seen as romantic and platonic, alhaitham is probably ooc

SYNOPSIS: all things hair. playing with it, styling it. heck, what do they do with YOUR hair?

NOTES: after writing for diluc, I felt like I needed to do more stuff relating to hair. I’m willing to write more parts to this with other characters too.

ALBEDO:

if there’s one thing you’ve learned about albedo. it’s that his hair is really. really soft. and fluffy. you wonder what albedo uses to have such wonderful hair. is there a special conditioner out there? anyways sometimes albedo’s hair can get quite messy after a long day of research, and it’s then when you offer to do his hair back up for him. of course you do it out of kindness and to give albedo a break from his work, but you also do it as an excuse to touch his hair, so you can run your hands through it and admire how it feels like silk on your fingers, how when you’re done with it it sits so nicely and so perfectly even though you thought you did a bad job. it still looks great. and even if you sometimes get distracted and just play with his hair absent mindedly without htinking, albedo doesn’t mind, just sitting there quietly with a small smile on his face. wonderful.

of course, he’ll return the favour when he can, sitting you down somewhere and begins running a comb through your hair. you don’t know how he does it. he handkes tangled knots in your hair with such care and yet takes care of them with such ease and quickness you wonder if your hair was tangled up at all in the first place. he’s so gentle with it you find yourself nodding off as he works on it. you can’t help it, his hands working your hair was just to relaxing and soothing, the way he gently combs it has you falling asleep right there and then. he doesn’t mind, the finds it quite endearing, keeping your head upright so that your head doesn’t roll to the side and pull on your hair while he’s holding it. by the time you wake up, you’ve never has such untangled hair in your life. he even put it into a simple hairstyle for you. how nice.

ALHAITHAM:

you and alhaitham always have lots of moments together, and for various reasons too. sometimes youre both writing papers, or your both trying ot get away from annoying people and need a break, or you’re both reading a book and needed someplace quiet to read. although, between the two of you, you tend to be more distracted than alhaitham. why? well mostly because you’re not as disiplined as alhaitham, but you also can’t help but eye the little strand of hair that sticks out of your head. seriously, what is up with it? how does he get it like that? is it on purpose? you askes alhaitham such a question and he shrugged, saying that it just appears like that. heasitantly you reach out a fingle to wiggle it, and suddenly you’ve found a new source of joy (and distraction), twirling it around your fingers as alhaitham is working on his paper, though he eventually had to acknoledge the ticking sensation on his head as you keep playing with his mysterious hair stand. he doesn’t seem to mind, lowering his head so your arm wouldn’t get as tired.

of course, no way he wasn’t going to get some sort of “payback” for that. so the next time the two of you are reading together you are forced to stop when you feel a tug at your hair. without looking away from his book, alhaitham had taken a strand of it and has begun twirling it around his fingers, almost unconsiously. he only stopped when he had to turn his page, and then would pick up another strand and resume, rinse and repeat. somewhere along the way you stopped paying attention to it and you found yourself softly smiling whenever you did remember what he was doing with your hair. sometimes alhaitham would stop reading to admire your hair in his hands, but when he felt your head moving to look at him, his gaze would snap back to his book without a second thought. this has since become normal routine between the two of you.

AMBER:

recently the two of you have been conducting "experiments" together. you are no alchemist, nor are you a scholar. you are just a feeble little adventurer with too much time on their hands, but you and amber are still lured in by the fascination of science. your question? which hairstyles are best for gliding. listen, you and amber insist. this is a very important research topic. how is one supposed to look fashionable while gliding? and so the tests began. you do amber's hair, she flies around, and then you record how the hair looks afterwards. many questions need to be answered. does the hairstyle keep the hair out of your face? does it fall apart while gliding? does it get blown around by the wind? does it still look good when you're done? is there more than one hairstyle out there that fits all the criteria that amber has set out? or does she just have to cut her hair short?

similarly, you've also been conducting a similar experiment, but with adventuring. amber does your hair, and you do out and do your daily commissions. you have your own host of questions, probably even more than amber would. for example, does it get in your face when fighting? will it get caught in low-hanging trees when you're running away? how likely is it to catch on fire if you get too close to a hillichurl? will it get in the way of drawing your weapon? if you get stuck in bad weather, is it convenient to sleep on? how easily does it get dirty? is that even a concern? or do you also have to cut your hair short/keep it short? it's a silly thing to spend time on, you and amber must admit, but it's fun, so it must be alright!

ITTO:

somewhere along the way itto decided that if HE has the coolest hairstyle around, YOU also must have the coolest hairstyle around. he’s stubborn too, and ocmmitted to his goal of giving you the most killer hairstyle inazuma has ever seen. he’ll plop you down somewhere and he’ll start putting in cool accessories and temporary hair dye, tie up and clip your hair up using with (surprisingly) good skill. not only that, you find his touch to be gentle and caring. he works with such passion yet handles your hair with such care, not once tugging too hard on your hair or getting it so tangled he has to cut it off. it surprises you a little, to say the least, but when you think about the way he handles his own hair with just as much care, you figured he wanted to treat yours the same way. when he’s done he shows it off to the rest of the arataki gang, laughing and saying something along the lines of “check out my hard work! whaddya think? don’t they look great?”

you on the other hand, just ifnd itto’s hair absolutely lovely to play with. for its spikiness it’s quite soft and fluffy, and it was then you realized he puts a lot of effort into keeping his hair happy and healthy. he’d laugh and tell you he has to if he wants to best looking hairstyle in all of inazuma (besides yours) and will ramble about his days endeavours as you brush your fingers through his hair. sometimes he’ll give you the comb he uses so you can brush his hair with it. he has to admit, it feels nice to have his hair combed by you, and you don’t mind, either, it just gives you more opportunities to admire the amount of care he puts into his hair on a daily basis, seriously, it’s quite impressive.

KAZUHA:

you've become a big fan of wandering around with kazuha, but when the two of you sit down to take a break, eat something, or even write down that line of poetry that kazuha was finally able to come up with, you find yourself absent-mindedly playing with his ponytail. braiding it and unbraiding it, twisting it into a bun and then letting it unravel, anything as you sit and enjoy the sun on your skin. kazuha doesn't mind though. in fact, he enjoys it when you play with this hair, and has said so out loud, too.

because of all this wandering, he takes a liking to finding stuff in nature to put in your hair. a bright dendrobium, a shiny leaf, whatever it is, he'll turn it into a hairpin. if you're wandering through a town of city, he might even buy one for you. it’s only when the two of you are alone that hell give it to you, softly smiling and telling you to consider it a memory of that day’s journey in that particular place. so whenever you run you hands over the accessory, it’s like you’re taken back to the very place he got it from, and you can see him smiling at the accessory in adoration as he thinks about how he’s going to give it to you later that day, and the way he stores it with such care as to not damage it, escpecially if the accessory is one the more delicate side. it’s like a treasure to him.

ZHONGLI:

now that's someone who knows how to do hair. when you first complained to him that today it just doesn't look right no matter what you do to it, he'll offer to help you out. If you accept, he'll sit you down somewhere and put over 5000 years of hair doing to work. short hair or long hair, he'll work your hair with so much finesse but also with so much ease (hey, where did he get that hairclip from? did he have that on him this whole time?). suddenly you've got the best looking hair in all of teyvat. when you try to give him back any accessories he puts in your hair, he declines, insisting that you keep them so you can use them in the future.

of course, he wants you to be able to the styles yourself, and he'll offer to teach them to you, patiently guiding you through even the most complex of hairstyles. he lets you practice on his hair so that you have an easier time seeing what you're doing. listening to a story and drinking tea? you're right behind him, trying to do his hair while holding clips in your mouth. he won't stop there either. he'd tell you the best ways to care for your hair, the best products out there. even his favourite place to buy accessories. why he buys accessories and keeps them on his person? no one knows.

[hadeslegacyhephgirl]

Don't leave me

'Nico's fading!' Will shot up from his desk and ran outside toward the shout. 'WHAT?!' Kayla raced up to him 'Will, thank the gods! We've been looking all over for you - Nico's fading - it's bad -'

Will didn't hear any more and his body had taken over before he knew what was happening, he'd found Nico, pushing through the crowds surrounding the Ghost King and collapsing at is hide, a healing hymn already at his lips, surveying the damage.

Nico was smoky - a literal shadow. His lips were blue, his skin paler that normal and all the grass around him was dead and withering as waves of pure death and darkness radiated off him.

'Where's Coach Hedge? Reyna?'

'Coach Hedge is away with his family - and we haven't been able to reach Reyna'

Will growled and whipped out his own phone (One of Leo's anti-monster one) and dialled Reyna's emergency number. She picked up after three agonising rings

'Hello?' 'Reyna?' "Yeah?' "Oh, thank the gods. This is Will Solace - Nico's fading - bad-' 'Say no more - I'll be there in one minute. Keep him alive!' 'I'm trying!'

Reyna hung up, and, as promised, arrived in exactly 53 seconds (yes, Will counted) with a flask that Will assumed was the Unicorn Draught

Reyna set to work, and after an agonising 3 minutes and 23 seconds, in which Will had basically destroyed his nails by chewing them, Reyna stood to reveal a still-unconsious but solid Nico.

Will immediately grabbed Nico's shoulder, humming a healing hymn, interrupting himself every so often to whisper a plea

'Stay with me, Nico, come on, please, stay with me'

Eventually, at late evening, Will just couldn't keep going. He was exhausted, tears streaking down his face as he repeated the plea one final time

'Stay with me, Nico, please'

Will closed his eyes, utterly spent, tear tracks drying on his skin.

Then someone grabbed his hand

The persons hand was cold, and small.

Will opened his eyes.

Nico's eyes were open, his lips open to whisper one word

'Always'

It was the most beautiful word Will had ever heard. The shadows were twisting and curling around them. Will quickly turned on his glowing ability.

'No, no shadows for you!'

Then, unable to contain his joy any longer, he pulled the smaller boy into a hug, laying down, Nico on top (they were both exhausted. Let 'em live). Will didn't feel Nico's hands on his face until Nico was kissing him.

(Btw - pre solangelo! First kiss!)

Will was so surprised that he nearly forgot to kiss Nico back, but he did and gods it was the best thing ever.

Nico's lips were soft and chapped, tasting of pomegranite and a slight bit of blood. Will loved it.

Eventually Nico pulled back with a simple

'That was the best welcome back I've ever had' "And hopefully its the last one you need' 'I dunno. If it made you kiss me like that-' 'Then I shall never do so again. You know what this means deathboy-' 'Three days in the infirmary, I know, I know.'

Nico rested his head on Wills chest as the sun set on the horizon.

'I don't want to move'

Will grinned. He loved the soft, sleepy side of Nico.

'Fine. Just this once I can carry you'

Nico hummed, sending vibrations into Wills chest. Will manouvered them so he could stand up, carrying Nico bridal-style to the infirmay, to the bunk unofficially always cleared for Nico. Will laid Nico down and turned to leave. Nico grabbed his hand

'Stay?'

Will grinned

'How could I say no to my favourite patient?' "Mm your cutest patient' "That too'

'I wan't big spoon' "Fiiiiiine' Will flopped onto the bed, allowing Nico to wind his small body around his bigger one. Nico fell asleep quickly, his soft deep breathes sending Will running toward Morpheos himself.

~*~

That night the night-watch, Kayla, peeked into the curtain surrounding Nico's cot and smiled at the soft scene of Nico and Will snuggled close together, smiles on both sleeping faces

[woncon]

Flufftober Day 23

Trinket

🍁 hongjoong x gn!reader

🍁 special thanks to @honeytwo for helping me translate this into english, correcting my grammar and other mistakes. thank you for everything! °♡̷•.

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It wasn't gold or silver, but a plastic bracelet resembling tiny, colourful crystals. Yet you wore it as if it were your greatest treasure. You showed it to all your friends. You only took it off when you went to shower. Sometimes you found yourself sticking your fingers under it, twisting it, unconsciously playing with it. When you realised this, you smiled happily, as if you were twirling your wedding ring.

All because your boyfriend gave it to you.

One afternoon, when you visited him at the office and cuddled on the couch by the bush, you again seized your gift with your fingers.

"Do you like it?" Hongjoong often needed repeated confirmation to really believe something. He wasn't too confident in his abilities.

"Very much! I love it. Thank you for buying it for me." Smiling, you nestled closer to his chest.

"But it's not valuable."

"How can you say that?! It's pretty and you gave it to me. Its value is not determined by what it's made of. I wouldn't be happier with a gold bracelet because I know it's expensive and until you're promoted, we have to be careful of how much we spend. For me, this is the perfect gift. Just go with it."

"All right," the man hummed. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. His fingers traced the surface of the gift unconsiously.

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[its-my-whump]

The microwave vs. handiman

Tw: blunt trauma, blood, unconsiousness, unknown fate

Sure, he said yes to help his buddy remodeling his living room. He didn't know, it was going to be this bad and that his friend literally had two left hands, of which he couldn't use even one properly.

He brought most of the needed tools himself, but he forgot his hammer. A damn hammer, he wanted to use, to just headlessly pount it against something to deal with his frustration, that had been building up the whole day.

"In the basement, right shelf." His friend had said. Why the fuck, wouldn't he go, when he knew the place anyway. Which in itself was a miracle, of how organised this house was, not.

It looked like a bomb had gone off, in every room, on every board, in every cupboard, in every corner. He went himself, trying to avoid becoming a murderer today.

"Really." He mumbled into the basement, as he spotted the handle, of what only could be a hammer under an old microwave on the upper shelf in this hell hole.

He could grap it, but wasn't able to lift the microwave from this angle.

So he pulled by an old wooden box and used it as a step. The shelfboard was moving, not really fixated. A highly unstead contraction.

He lifted the microwave just enough, to pull the handle out. It still got stuck. He pulled more. A crack and the wooden box underneath his feet gave way. Sharp edges connected with his leg, even though covered by his pants.

Whatever was stuck gave way, when he stumbled back and fell on his ass. His left foot still trapped inside the broken box and a confused look to the thing in his hand, confirmed, that the head of the hammer just came off and was probably still stuck under the microwave.

A sound of shifting things let him look up. The board had moved to the side a bit, everything on it was slowly travelling to the side, too. The microwave tilting.

"Oh crap." He heard himself growl, raising his arms protectively above his head and turning as much of his body to the side, laying down on the floor. There was no time to do anything else. The heavy square object left the board with everything else. Things scattered around him with earpiercing noise.

The hit to his right shoulder was brutal, pressing all air out of his lungs and bringing a loud peep to his ears, while muffing everything else. Something definitely broke inside, when his fragile body was rammed into the hard floor by the big box crushing it.

The pain was unbearable, breathing wasn't possible and his vision was blurry from one moment to the next. He felt like being hit by a truck, his face pressed against the ground, he tasted blood. The world was silent, so silent, only his heartbeat was hammering in his ears and head. He felt sick and tired, yet flushed with adrenaline, that couldn't go anywhere. He saw his own hand just laying there, thrembling, then everything turned dark.

"Have you found it and decided to remodel down here, t... FUCK!"

His friend was standing at the head of the stairs. "Johnny?" His question hesitant, when he made it down the stairs.

"Johnny? Talk to me!" He was kneeling by his friend's head, taking in the crushed, unmoving body. "Oh god. Johnny come on, open your eyes." His hands touched his friends cheeks, but his face was pale and expressionless.

He took in the sight of the microwave laying on top of his upper body. There was definitely blood on his clothes.

The friend was fishing for his phone. "FUCK!" No reception in the basement. He was moving on his feet, without moving an inch. Take that thing of him or run up and call for help? "Fuck." This thing could prevent him from breathing. Already back on his knees, he held his hand under Johnnys nose. He was breathing, kinda. He was still alive. So he wouldn't move him.

The grip around his phone tightened and he ran up the stairs, already dialing 911.

xxx

Johnny felt like being stuck under a bolder. Time had no meaning, nothing did actually. Everything was so heavy and painful. Darkness surrounded him. Everything was so straining. It felt like he wasn't really there, but reality was still much too present and painful. Something kinda blew in his face. Was he standing at a cliff, feeling the breeze or maybe he had fallen down, laying bruised and broken on the next edge. He couldn't remember going for a hike. Actually, he couldn't remember.... yeah, no. He went over to his friends house some morning to help him? Did he help him, did he ever arrive there? Maybe a car accident. It felt like, he was trapped somewhere.

His eyes wouldn't cooperate and open. Nothing in his body would do, as he wanted it to. He wanted to take a deep breath, there was nothing, except pain. So much pain, he felt like slipping.

More weight on him, on his arms. His chest felt like being crushed. He couldn't breathe. The pain in his right side, his chest, his shoulder and back was eating him alive. He couldn't swallow or move or anything. In panic his eyes flew open against an inhuman heaviness. He was afraid. Of what? Why? Where was he? Something was drumming in his ears, loud and fast. He couldn't breathe. The panic got worse, even though it flushed his broken body with adrenaline, the pain got worse too.

White dots danced in his sight. Something pressed on his face and his body convulsed. Something came up his throat, warm, heavy, metallic. It felt wrong, everything felt wrong. He just wanted to breathe. But it didn't work. His body trembling, as hands on his arms held him down. Someone pulled the red thing from his face. But he still couldn't breathe. Words, but he didn't understand. There was only static noise in his ears and this drumming, even more frantic now.

His vision was like a chaotic night sky on new years eve. Everything turned white. It felt like, if he let go now, he'd be gone forever, but he couldn't hold on.

His body went limp and the heartmonitor was displaying his last frantic heartbeats before it went into a high pitched noise echoing from the walls of the or.

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[midnightplumblossoms]

hi hope this finds you well, if it's okay with you, could i ask for an xreader (that has a pussy please?) with tang gunak? set on his desk in that main hall from ch127... where anyone can see... 😳😳😳😳😳 thank you so much for reading this request!! 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

🔞 hello! i don't really write x reader since it's not my forte, but i tried (^^ゞ

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Tang Gunak waits until Tang Zhan and Tang Pae leave the room before he looks down his desk. Letting out a breath, he puts a gentle hand on the back of your head to finally pull your mouth out of his cock.

You stare up at him, mind feeling hazy and jaw-aching, after almost two hours of keeping his cock warm in your mouth. A string of drool still connected your lips to the tip of his member.

"Was that hard?" Tang Gunak asks, pulling you up from your kneeling position into his lap.

You could only let out a weak moan in response as his hands dig into your hips and adjust your position just so. Your soaked panties and pussy pressed against his knee deliciously.

Tang Gunak watches with unhidden satisfaction at the way your wetness turned his pants a darker shade of green. After a while, he pulls you in towards his large cock. He lifts you ever so slightly so that his tip tantalizingly pokes against your reddened clit, teasing.

You twitch at the pleasurable sparks that every heated touch sent into your stomach. A part of you ached to have it fill you up, but you didn't beg Tang Gunak, knowing that soon enough he'll satsify all that you want in the best and most delicious way possible.

His cock slides back and forth between the lips of your aching pussy. Instinctively, you tried to press into to you, but the controlled grip he had on you was too strong to go against. You had no choice, but to wait for the man to move you acording to his will.

You gasped as the tip finally caught the entrance of your pussy. Now all that's left is for Tang Gunak to sink into your—

"Father?" A loud knock interrupted from the entrance of the main hall.

Tang Gunak reflexively shoves you down into his cock all at once, causing you to almost black out from the sudden sensation and pleasure of being filled to the brim. If you looked down, you were certain that you would see the outline of his dick poking through.

You let out an unconsious whine, torn between the desire to keep fucking and the horror of potentially being walked in on by one of your lovers' sons.

"Yes, Tang Zhan?" Tang Gunak calls out, voice so stable it was almost as if he wasn't sweating just as hard as you and painfully erect inside of your pussy.

"I just wanted your permission to retrieve—" There was a short shuffle outside. The combined heavy breathing between the two of you was the only sound that cut through the tension of the room. "—ah, nevermind. I believe I've found the scroll. Have a good day."

You wait until Tang Zhan's footsteps faded as he walked away before slapping Tang Gunak's arm. "You bastard. I can't believe you came in me while your son was outside."

Tang Gunak only lets out a satisfied chuckle, placing a soft kiss on the blade of your shoulder. "Maybe this time the baby will take."

You let out a huff. He was probably right. You could feel the way some of his cum escaped your pussy with how much he released in you.

And if it failed this time, you were sure it was bound to happen in the next round of fucking or several if the way his cock started hardening again inside of you was any indication.

[pizzatowerepisodes]

S5 Ep4 Tortellini Swich-a-rolli

It's a nice beutifull evening... the birds sing, wind blows and sun shines.... until we hear more-than-familiar screaming and glass breaking.

The camara pans into the pizzeria while Noise and Peppino are fighting, as usual, all while Gustavo, Brick and Noisette are shielded behind the counter chating the evening away, until they hear a loud BONK!!

When they looked over the counter they see Peppino and Noise unconsious with a bump in their heads, turns out that during the fight, Noise and Peppino tripped on something and Violently bonked heads together, knocking them out, and so Gustavo brings Peppi home and Noisette bring Noise home

Next morning Peppino wakes up, his head hurts and he does not recognize his home, "Why is everything yellow and... why there is merch from Noise!?" he thinks, Noisette says hi to him and calls him sweetie, Cut to noise as he is angrily confused at Gustavo asking if this a joke saying that he is not Peppino, now showing both POV we get this interaction

Gustavo and Noisette: "uhhh you should look your self in the mirror Amico / Sweetie"

Pep and Noise: "Wha-" Cut to them walking to the bathroom and looking themself in their respective mirrors

"EEEAAAAAAAAOOHHH!!!!!"

"WHHHHAAAAAAGGG!!!!!"

Peppino is in noise's body and vice-versa

Quickly after getting his bearings toguether, with the help of Noisette, Peppino puts on the "Noise costume" and goes to the Pizzeria, obiously Noise wants to kill Pep and demands him the give his body back but there is nothing they can do, Brick squecks a "I am on it" pull a handfull of books out of nowhere and starts reading

An alarm sounds and Noise remebers that he has to host his show so he tells Peppino to take his place but Peppino says that he needs to stay in the Pizzeria to pay his debt, so Noisette agrees to help Peppino and Gustavo to help Noise while Brick looks for answers

The day was EXHAUSTING for both, for Peppino: Stage fright, anxiety, overstimilation, hyperactivity, having to deal with shortness, constantly biting his toungue due to nod being used to speacking with a bucktooth, and having to be mean and on "character".

And for Noise, The stress of running a restaurant, paying taxes, dealing with mean costumers, people saying his pizza sucks, HAVING to make pizza, his aching back and newfound selfawareness due to his big gut.

yeah, pretty bad...

Peppino and Noisette returned to the Pizzeria and found Gustavo and Noise, Gus and Noisette oferred themselfs to make something to eat for the two of them, while they waited they talked about the struggles the other lived, Peppino talked about how streessed he felt and that his newfound hyperactivity wanted to punch something, noise felt the same...

Thats when it clicked, for Noise and Peppino fighting was oddly stress-reliffing, so Peppino playfully grabbed a Pizza and said in a Noise-like voice: "Well, well, this Pizzeria is looking a liiiiiiiittle too clean" and so another fight unraveld

"Well, somethings never change" Gustavo said to Noisette, suddenly Brick squeacked at Gustavo, he found a cure!

Gustavo: "Good news! Brick found a cure!"

Peppino: "Really? Well what is it?

Noise: "Yeah give it to us!!"

Noisette: "umm, you two are not going to like it"

Gus and Noisette both suddenly pulled two hammers out of their hammerspaces nad hited Peppino and Noise in the head leaving them unconsious.

Next morning everything was back to normal and another fight was going on, suddenly interrupted by a phone ringhing, it was Pepperman calling Peppino, he was confused but he answer it along side Noise.

Pepperman?: "Umm howdy Peppino, sumthin' just happend"

Vigilante?: "Yeah!! and something absolutely outrageous!!"

as it Turned out, Pepperman and Vigil were going thru the same

Peppino and Noise looked at each other incredulously as the Episode rolled to the credits.

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[darkmatter-nebula]

"Ghostboy in Hisui" AU drabble ahead, my dear fellas. I just needed to get this Plotscorbunny out of my head. Basically, Volo has to take care of a very feverish Allister. This takes place before the fight with Lord Avalagg, by the way. That's why Zoey is still a Zorua in this. Here I go!

Drabble: The Merchant And The Sick Boy

It was a quiet day in Hisui. Allister had a solo mission in the Alabaster Icelands. Unfortunately, the shy and kindhearted ghostboy got sick. Volo found him as he lie unconsious in the snow. Zoey was snuggled up to him.

As soon as she noticed Volo, she growled at him. Volo knew that he had to take care of Allister. Everyone who cared about the little boy would slaughter him if he didn't. "Don't worry, girl! I'm going to help him!" Volo smiled awkwardly.

The blonde man picked up Allister and carried him to his camp. Allister's fever was alarming. The small boy was burning. 'I am not going to let you die yet. I'm the only one who is allowed to end your life.' Volo thought as he began to help Allister.

The merchant of the Gingko Guild removed Allister's mask. It was the first time for Volo to see the Ghost Type Gym Leader's adorable face. Volo used special herbs he got from a very far region to lower the eight years old boy's fever.

Zoey never left Allister's side. She still didn't trust Volo in the slightest, but she was clearly grateful that the man was helping her beloved Trainer. "Ngh." Allister finally stirred awake. "Thank Arceus!" Volo spoke up.

"Volo? What happened?" Allister asked. "I found you unconsious in the snow. You passed out as you had a very high fever." Volo explained. "You saved my life. Thank you." Allister said with a tired smile. His beautiful purple eyes were filled with warmth.

Zoey was relieved that her best friend felt much better. She cuddled closer to him. {I'm so incredible glad that you're alright, Alli!} The female Zorua couldn't surpress her tears of joy. "Thanks to Volo, Zoey. Without him, I'd be dead." 'Oh, Allister... you will be soon enough.' Volo thought.

The End

[skydoesthings]

POTMFTS-CHAPTER 2

A.N: Welp, I wrote chapter 2. Fun fact, this was written on a scrap paper with a pen in a sudden autistic burst of energy I found I could not channel into maths class in school. Did I get into trouble? Why yes, yes I did. Was it read out in front of the class? Why yes, yes it was. Was I made fun of? No actually, my classmates fucking PRAISED me. I'm gonna get them to read the wonderful zera @hopepetal's (sorry if you no like tags) fanfics, they are gonna froth at the mouth. That being said, let's get into the story!

(you can find the intro post and chapter one by browsing the potmfts tag btw)

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MARTYN'S POV:

Martyn missed Mumbo. Again. Seriously, he should be used to this by now. But, sadly, it never hurt any less.

As he trudged along the cliffs, he bitterly thought to himself about the events of the day. He watched Grian explain the rules of double life. He missed Mumbo. He was weirded out by the fact that Grian had a clone of him. He missed Mumbo. He went to go punch a tree. He missed Mumbo. The watchers tried to control him again. He fought them off. He missed Mumbo. He met Pearl! Jeez, he hadn't even realised he missed Pearl since the Evo days. She helped distract him from missing Mumbo. He got the bright idea to go to the nether. He doesn't know why. He dragged Pearl into it too. Sorry Pearl. He remembered the time he and Mumbo went into the nether together. He missed Mumbo. Pearl was silly. He and Pearl sang their own version of 'Do you want to build a snowman'. They came out of the nether. They finally found their soulmates. His was Cleo, Pearl's was Scott. Scott and Cleo hated them for finding them so late. He had blamed Pearl for it. He winced, he shouldn't have done that. And now, here he was, missing Mumbo yet again.

He was sick of it, but he couldn't stop. He missed his husband so much. But, he couldn't meet him ever again. The thought brought tears to his eyes. He wiped them off quickly, couldn't have anyone seeing him this weak, especially Cleo. They'll just hate him even more.

But, another thought sprang to his mind. He hadn't ever found out who killed Mumbo. When he found out who it was..."Let's just say they might not leave with the same amount of lives they had before", he thought, clenching his fists.

And, suddenly there was a lightning strike. Martyn was okay, just a little startled, but it was what he saw that made him freeze. Because in front of him, was his husband. His ahasband. His mustached lover. His Mumbo. But he was transparent.

"M-Mumbo? Oh Mumbo, w-who did this to you?" He stuttered out.

But he suddenly turned tail and ran.

"Mumbo, wAIT! PLEASE! I CAN'T LOSE YOU AGAIN!" He shouted, running after him, fully aware of the tears streaming down his face, doing nothing to stop them.

Suddenly Mumbo disappeared. Martyn was alone and heartbroken once more. Wiping the tears from his face, his eyes wandered a little further, and his heart stopped.

Because ahead, he saw Grian in Impulse's lap, unconsious, Impulse calling for him to wake up, both their faces illuminated in the moonlight.

He ran over to them. He could not lose another friend.

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A.N: Oh. My. God. The trauma I have made Martyn go through in this. Also I was playing Tourner Dans Le Vide the entire time while writing this, it sets the mood so well I cannot-

But honestly I am really happy with how this turned out and I shall let you guys know when I get motivation to write chapter 3!

[yumeko2sevilla]

The Hermit's Choice

Twistober Day 11: Savanaclaw

Brief Summary: KAFU unlocked their Unique Magic. Chaos ensues.

The sound of sand ringed heavily in KAFU's human ears.

He wasn't lying at all. Ruggie's arm was crumbling as parts of his small arms turned into sandy bits.

"OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!" They heard Riddle casted his- What was it again? Ah yes, Unique Magic.

Yet it didn't work. Leona, they thought that's his name lazily waved his hand, the magic string Riddle made then suddenly broke.

"You may be some prodigy, but I passed my Defense classes in my sleep." He said, as his grip tighten. "You won't be able to land a hit on me."

What should they do, what should they do!? There will be another person injured, and they can't do anything! KAFU blinked in panic, didn't know what to do in this situation.

"Focus on your desire, Kafu. And you will be able to dance with souls."

Who said that? They heard a female voice, familiar yet not at the same time. Then it hit them. They have summoned shadows with their lamp before, and this was also a world of magic.

Clutching the oil lamp and focusing on the stone inside it, KAFU found themself charging into the sandstorm unconsiously. A chant escaped their mouth, as the lamp began to sparkle bright:

"We will leave this quiet meeting place and bid farewell. O the wandering souls, guide us as the clock strike 25.. Mirage Of Paramnesia!!"

The spell was casted, as mirror shards surrounded Leona and Ruggie. An invisible barrier warrped around them, connected like sliver spider webs. They didn't know what he saw, but Leona suddenly released Ruggie while his eyes widen in anger and...terror?

They did it. They did it!!!

"Holy... Did Kafu just, discover their Unique Magic?" Ace asked, a part of him was scared of them.

An Unique Magic that can seal magic, one that can manipule time, and now one that seems to create illusions based on fear.

Yep, Ace Trappola is officially scared.

@writing-heiress

[gabriel-corona]

500 june 16 2024 fathers day

es su padre, tienen el derecho de verlo

he is their father they have the right to see him

i am not his son so why was i not invited

in an abusive household there is no safe parent

their is the abuser, and the enabler

maybe we are rehashing old turf

maybe this is old subject matter

maybe the wound the had cauterized, mangled and scared /been open again

my mother in her own right is a victim, married to my father, daughter of an alcoholic who i once saw open my grandmothers flesh

but also my mother as person, speaking from the point of view of her son, is nitwit, devoid of understanding what being with that man for 25+ years has done to me and her daughters

i dont think she understand what it is to be with a good man, or i don't think she knows what a good father is, for herself or for her children

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you are being shunned

your sister is continuing the abuse

she learned it from you father and it is using it again

people can choose to be different

i can choose to be different

instead we will continue in this silent dissatisfaction

if we are honest. you want to be part of this family so bad

you are so easy at creating a found family

you have seen it time and time again

you are so easy to love

and the great tragedy and irony of your life is that closest to you refuse to do so

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i think i have made better progress at understanding the soul of rockford

mean mugging but like a lion with a thorn in its paws

brought down, by nothing more than small piece of pine

am i circe singing the lion to calm, soothing it into my lap, luring it to sleep

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perhaps my fixation with dionysus the bacchanal and maenads is a sort of found kin

maybe i am a maenad born out of time, long past the time of the liberator, in a time where his vessel is sold in in the coolers of your local grocery store, and in 6 packs and the gas station

i knew i could feed from the frenzy, up until recently i did not know i could wield it, make it expand and wane, feed that drunkedness back into the crowd, watch as they smile and the end of their eyes turn curly

i know i get it from my mother, not quite an elfishness or a fairyness, maybe the word sprite is closer, this penchant for mischeavousness and toxicity in the blood stream

maybe my grandfather was a follower of dionysus aswell, long after his time

there is a reason alcohol as a drug is comunal in a way that other drugs are not,

the liberator, in the flashing lights of a dive bar, blue and violet, we seek to lower that which neon genesis evangelion calls the AT field/ the invisible psychic force that seperates your ego from mine.

alcohol so easily courses through our body, until we too become this warm sea of distilled orange liquid inseperable from one another

if the medicine i take dampens my psychotic potential, i suspect that schizoid gabe rests just below the surface, subdued, not asleep but drugged into an unconsious state

and alcohol along with any drug changes the terms in the contract of its containment, some portion of it manages to escape

so i am in the frenzied crowd , were we have lit the lights, sung his psalms and drank his vessel in order to invite him into the room

maenads ancients greece's first groupies

so i try and open my arms and blur my eyes and feed as the frenzy takes hold of the crowd, and i feel a block, my temples are pulsing, dehydration maybe

witches feed on the substance of the innocent to regain the potency, unbaptized baby butter or the heart of a fallen star like claire danes

maenads feed on frenzy, that warm sweaty steam coming off the girl whose is on her third Mai tai looking to devour her new boyfriend, and the guy dancing by himself in the middle of the dancefloor unaware or uncaring of the embarrassment, only entranced by the rhythm of the song

but i am unable. the gate wont open, the rive wont flow, the lord will not come to me, frustrated i try my will at the other talents

i can feel the frenzy flow, like a pulse through the dark, if i cant feed from it can i wield it? watch it encircle swarm and engulf others. can i tell it to move and come here

to wield it must be some kind of spell, like it is to feed from it, say the right thing, follow the proper ritual, offer up the ring sacrifice

the first progenitor and wielder of the frenzy was our lord, so then one must follow his teaching, not just listen to his sermon

what takes over a crowd of fans in a stadium, that if their venerated were to walk among them that person would be torn limb from limb, like the body of a white calf torn to shred by giants, with only the heart remaining.

then one is to surrender oneself to the crowd, separated into fragments here and there, a dance, and kiss, smelling her perfume on her wrist. with only your heart thats left exposed, only with the semblance of its core, can u wield the frenzy

then manipulating the flow is much easier, when you know the song, word for word, watch your smile become their smile, and your singing become their singing, we become a chorus in blue and yellow light

the walls of the ego depart, melt, dissolve, evaporate, the force of the ocean crashing into the shore, foam and bubbles, and a slice of lime resting in glass with nothing left but ice, diluted tequila and droplets of saliva

[dulalahan]

Emnicht

Winter (for now) Eladrin

Backstory: Emnicht had a decent childhood, mostly spending it in her Spring form. If there was a word that could describe her, it would be something of a tomboy. A little rough-and-tumble. But she didn't mind! In fact, it felt almost natural to her.

There was nothing really wrong- that was until she experienced her Summer form. Being full of vigor, Em started picking fights with her family mostly, until it reached a head. Her family attempted many times to quell that fire, but it almost seemed as if that even fanned her flames more. Even she felt resistance to calming herself. Em's emotions had become so disruptive, that it made her family cast her out. With one last very heated argument, she stormed out of their home, and personally exiled herself outside the Feywild plane.

Unable to change from her Summer form for some time, she had found herself in some trouble - with the worst being assaulted by a gang of thugs. She fought her absolute hardest - but even she was overwhelmed to a point. Being knocked unconsious, Emnicht could barely remember what happened presumably the next day.

Waking up to a human man standing over her, she woke up with a start, moving back from the new figure in a hurry. Instinctively, she went to get up to attack said man, although she was too weak to do so. Her clothes had been torn to shreds and bloodstained, along with all of her belongings being stolen. She had no choice but to trust this man for now.

Carrying her to a nearby cabin, the man set her down in his bed, explaining that he found her in the wild, and felt sorry for her. Emnicht took this as a pity save, and was angry about that. However, her strength was not to it's fullest, so she could not throw a punch, like she would back in her younger days. It looked like she had to wait until she was nursed back to health.

Some time passed, and she was finally starting to feel better! She was able to change her season, to Autumn for a first in her life. During this time, she grew closer to the man, and even started to feel something for him- something besides gratitude, of course.

The man had explained how he wanted to teach her how to harness her anger into a fighting form- along with using a tinge of magic. He explained how he was someone who mentored others in the graceful art of the blade, and suggested Em learn to defend herself better. At her Autumn time, she only considered it, but never rejected it.

Eventually, Emnicht had begun living with this man, and with feeling good, she had assumed her Spring form. Everything was sunshine and roses, and the man

The two began something of a mentor-student relationship, although it went a little deeper than that.. both emotionally and physically. Emnicht was the happiest she could be during this time, soon becoming very good with this weapon the man had given her. She had also fallen in love with him, and considered him her husband of sorts - until one day. One damn day that would destroy her life forever.

They were training one afternoon, until the man suggested that it was time to try to channel her anger of her Summer form into the art of the blade. Em reluctantly agreed, thinking that he possibly could have a point. And so she did, and while she fought fiercely, it seemed as if the man could deflect her attacks. That was until he slipped up one time.

Em rushed forward, before quickly using a fey step to flank the human, catching him off guard. In her fueled rage, she plunged the rapier through the back of her companion, with the other side of the blade going straight through him. With a trembling hand, the man reached up to where he was stabbed, before beginnning to cough up some blood. In her recklessness, she pulled out the rapier, not even realizing what had happened. It took her a few moments as he fell to the ground, blood soon beinnging to pool onto the Earth beneath him. Quickly, Em changed to her Autumn form, and rushed to his aid, attempting to heal him. But it seemed as he was fatally wounded, and ultimately died in her arms.

The cold feeling of Winter washed over the eladrin, tears freezing as soon as she begun sobbing, calling his name over and over until her voice was no more. After crying for who-knew-how long, she finally went to put her lover to rest. Pressing her now icy lips to his own lifeless ones before setting him down into the ground.

Em was so distraught by this event, that she felt a need to go off and wander the earth until she couldn't anymore. The only thing she kept was the rapier that her late lover gave her all those years ago. Ever since then, she had wandered from town to town, picking up odd jobs. Along with doing that, she also tried to find someone who could read what was etched into the blade, but it was to no avail for the moment. Her Winter appearance is what she's mostly been travelling in, plagued by her memories of her slaughtering her lover, along with bein outcasted by her family. Emnicht's view of the world has been skewed by this, and is ultimately viewing it in a pessimistic way. Speaking only when needing to, or very little to convey what's most important to her. Keeping her emotions at bay is something she struggles with, not wanting to succumb to them. Especially not after what happened.