#Yes he keeps the costume and mask for 'later use'

[r0-boat]

İ would give my lungs for ghostface Leviathan pls plspls

All right fine just this once I will humor you

Sorry about your Boyfriend

Ghostface!Leviathan

Cw: murder, Yandere behavior, jealous ex, stabbing, blood, strangulation.

Human au!!

He thinks it's so cute that you think you're done with him. He thinks it's utterly adorable that you can just break up with him, and you'll be done with him just like that... How dare you cast him aside like worthless trash. He wonders if you notice his intense gaze from across the street as he watches you smile and flash those eyes that were only meant for him at another. And those friends of yours... Those two-faced snakes, hissing their little lies, trying to split you two apart.

Your friends finally convince you to host a college party at your place. You aren't much of a party person, But when they dragged your new boyfriend,, a happy-go-lucky Golden retriever type Who always loved seeing smile,s, You couldn't say no. Your friends, delighted to see you finally broke out of your shell, did not worry you with planning, prepping, snacks, and everything. They got everything handled. You smile. Lucky to have great friends. You've been through a lot; they've been with you through everything.

He planned this night meticulously. It had to go right. Even now, he was thinking of you as he dawned a black cloak and an iconic white mask with a few chains, small ones just for looks... You've always loved old horror films. He remembers how his face would always twist in jealousy as you talk on and on about people who you can't even see their faces and don't even know.

The Hunt begins. With a phone call.

"Hello?"

Your sweet voice he misses but it does not quell his anger

"Who is this?"

His voice sounds slightly different... Smooth yet husky, there's something about it that you can't quite put your finger on.

"Who you trying to call?"

"What number is this?"

"Well What number are you trying to reach?"

He could hear the smile in your voice His heart pounds,him wants to talk to you more He yearns for more of you.

"I don't know..."

"well you have the wrong number..."

He couldn't hide a smile as it slips into the phone.

"Do I~?"

You hang up your phone and place it on the counter before returning to where your friends are. He watched you through the window. You always were the forgetful type with everything, placing things down and forgetting them, and he was always there to bring them to you. As much as he nags and calls you worthless, it's adorable how much you need him... That's why he must do this. He turns on the cell phone jammer in his pocket. It's a good one, an expensive one. He got this from his wealthy roommate at his frat, so it better do its work.

He carefully places it in the bushes. The radius is wide enough to cover the entire house. He won't need it after tonight, and it's better if it's not in his hands, just in case.

The backyard blinds were closed, so it was easy to sneak around the back to cut the power. Then, with a spare key, he comes in from the door to the garage. All your friends were either asleep, drunk, or watching a movie with you. You're cuddled up to your new boyfriend when the power went out.

As you go to check the power, Levi purposely avoids you. He doesn't want you to see him yet. First, he wants to get rid of everyone that made you sway away from him. Simply stabbing and drawing blood wasn't enough. Especially to your fucking boy toy. The anger and jealousy consumed him As he wrapped his hands around his muscular neck and strangled him till he could no longer breathe.

He couldn't help but let out a little throated chuckle. I saw the fear in your eyes when you watched the situation unfold. He's never seen that look before... That look of panic and anxiety. Perhaps he understands why you like masks so much. He couldn't help from his words slipping. "Sorry about your boyfriend... All that struggling didn't help." He hissed the word boyfriend. The word alone made him sick. Knowing that he was talking about someone else other than him. You could have noticed him from his voice, but it seemed like you were so choked with fear. All you could do was scream and run.

When he sees something, he chases, and you are always like a magnet to him, brandishing a knife to get your blood pumping until you lock yourself in the bathroom. No matter... He could always return to you. He has other victims.

Your hands shake your entire body was shaking As you hear muffled screams from God knows where and you don't even want to think about where they're from. You must have the courage to try to at least find your phone to call the police...

The house was eeriely quiet and dark. The rain patterning against the windows and your heart thumping in your ears as every creek from your light steps sounded like thunder. But he was quieter It was almost as if he was supernatural stalking you in the shadows like an apex predator You're so engrossed and trying to get your phone to work You didn't notice the gloved hand slipping around your throat.

He laughed at your pitiful attempts the struggle before placing a knife right against your neck. It was cold and soaked with red as tears rolled down your face. That's when he finally took off his mask to kiss your tears away.

Your eyes widen at the sight "Levi..."

"Yes my love?"

His voice was sickly sweet and he used the pet name that he'd always give you when he was in a good mood which is rarely of ever. Everything he ever wanted was back in his arms. All you could do is cry.

"please don't kill me..."

His eyes widen before giving you a soft smile His fingers rushing against your cheek.

"Oh I'm not going to kill you..."

His smile a smile that you'll probably see in your nightmares from now and forever reaches into a pocket pulling out a purple collar.

"Now you will always be mine! And no one will ever come between us~"

[avocado-writing]

The idea of Wade as a used car salesman found a love of his life during his midlife crisis before he met Logan. They don’t have a clue that he’s Deadpool. They just fall in love with Wade the used car salesman Wade Wilson, even see him as a funny, harmless person till one day his partner showing a picture of Deadpool and goes “He looks hot, could we find some costume to wear next time we fuck, dear?”

Wade totally forgot that he’s retired from Deadpool cause he’s in his suit, ready to fuck the love of his life for eternity. 👀

Wade Wilson knew he was in love the first time you cried laughing over one of his stupid jokes.

You’re probably too good for him with your easy smile and kind heart, and he knows he’s punching above his weight when he asks you out - but somehow you end up saying yes. 

At the bar that night he keeps you laughing until there are tears in your eyes and then continues the show in bed. It’s so lovely to have you all giggly under him, pressed into the mattress as he makes you cum so hard all you can do is moan. 

You lie there, walking your fingers up and down his chest, molasses-slow as the streetlights outside your apartment silhouette you both in fluorescence. 

“I like you, Wade. You’re nice,” you sigh, in a way which suggests you don’t often meet nice people. Ah man, he fucking melts. He’s never letting you go. 

Your relationship is pretty easy. He never feels like he has to work to impress you or keep you onside, you like him for him. It’s a… refreshing feeling, from a world where Wade Wilson constantly feels like he’s too much. 

He catches the Deadpool keyring on your house keys one night after the two of you have grabbed pizza on the way home; spotting the telltale red and black while trying to keep a pile of boxes in place between his hands and his chin. 

“Oh, Deadpool fan?” he asks, trying to affect nonchalance. He sees you get a little flustered. 

“I mean… yeah? Back in his heyday I thought he was cute, kind’ve a shame he disappeared. Merc with a mouth, what’s not to love?” you pause for a second. “He reminds me of you actually.”

Wade laughs at that way too loud and way too hard.

“What? No. That’s crazy!”

You throw him a side-eye but don’t comment further. 

He lets it rest for a couple of days so as not to draw suspicion, but when you make yourself a cup of coffee and his own mask is staring back at him from the ceramic, he can’t hide his wandering eyes. 

“What’s up?” you ask. 

“Nothing. Just didn’t realise they made those.” He didn’t get a cut. Should he have gotten a cut? Would have been nice if whoever had merchandised his face had asked him if he was cool with it.  

“Oh, look, everyone has a crush on at least one superhero, okay? It’s impossible not to. They’re everywhere and they’re hot!”

He lets himself digest this. You think Deadpool is a superhero? He didn’t get that much. Mostly he was referred to as “god’s curse to crimefighting”. But also you have a crush on him? Both of these facts are… interesting. 

“I… think Deadpool is hot, too,” Wade blurts out when he realises he’s been silent for ten uninterrupted seconds. 

“Oh,” you reply, settling down a little when it turns out he’s in agreement with you. “Well, cool! Glad we can agree.”

Phew. Got outta that one, then. 

He really doesn’t think any more of it, or tries not to, until a couple of weeks later when you bring it up in bed. 

“Wade, can I ask something kinda kinky?”

Cuddled in post-coital bliss, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin, he pauses. 

“Abso-fuckin’-lutely, sweet cheeks. I’d be offended if you didn’t.”

“How do you feel about roleplay?”

He turns to you with a grin which threatens to split his face in half.

“Oh, you’ve been keeping that under your hat!” he laughs, “But, in answer to the question, very positive. What were you thinking? Cop and criminal? Nurse and patient? I’m down to play any of those roles by the way, I believe in equal gender opportunities in the bedroom.”

You chuckle, but when you tuck a piece of hair behind your ear and try to work out how to phrase the next part of the question, he cottons on. 

“Oh my god. You want me to roleplay Deadpool, don’t you?”

“It’s okay if you don’t want to! It’s just, you said you thought he was sexy… so I wondered…”

He puts a finger on your lips, stoppering the spill of panic from your lips. 

“Baby, I am so down to clown that you might as well call me Pennywise. Let me sort the details and I’ll give you the best night of in-character boning that’s ever been known to man.”

You look giddy at that promise. Truth be told, he’s kinda excited himself. 

Wade retrieves the suit the next day and feels a little weird putting it back on, covering his body again with red and black. When he’s done this in the past it’s in order to go and kill like, a lot of people, not to fulfil a fantasy. But hey - there’s a first time for everything.��And it’ll make you so happy, too.

You scream when he taps on your window from his perch on your fire escape. Admittedly he should have told you he was coming, but he thought it could be a fun and sexy surprise. He was wrong. 

“WHAT THE FUCK—!”

Wade whips off the mask as you lunge for your kitchen knife set, hands up in a gesture of peace. 

“Baby! Babe, it’s just me!”

You go limp with relief, leaning against the counter to support yourself. 

“Holy shit! Wade, what the fuck do you think you’re…”

You trail off as you take in the picture of your boyfriend crawling in through the tiny window decked out in his suit. An eyebrow raises. 

“Oh.”

“Yeah! See, I told you I’d sort it.”

Anger and fear now completely ablated, you walk a slow circle around where he stands in your kitchen, appraising his look. 

“This is a high quality suit. Where did you get it?”

“Peter,” he says quickly. This isn’t a lie. He did get it from Peter… Peter’s locker anyway. You look confused. 

“Our coworker Peter?” When Wade nods you furrow your brow. “He… he hasn’t fucked in this suit, has he?”

“No!” says Wade with far too much force. Actually he can’t prove that. Now it’s an image he can’t shake from his mind. Not super conducive to the mood. 

He takes a knife from his belt, and your eyes go wide in a mixture of panic and arousal. 

“Oh my god…”

“It’s blunt! Well. It’s sharp enough for me to cut your underwear off, which I’ve been rocking a semi all day from imagining…”

From the smile which takes up your face, he knows he’s done right. 

Any way you ask him to fuck you, he does. Over your dresser. Against your wall. While running the dulled point of baby knife over the curve of your ass as he pistons his hips inside you, getting the mess of your cum all over the front of his suit. It’s filthy. It’s fantastic. 

But when you lay there cuddled up to his chest that night, Wade feels… conflicted. It isn’t that he’s lying to you, exactly, but it feels like he’s keeping a pretty fucking big secret. 

If you knew, would you still like him? Still want to be with him? Having a crush on a superhero is one thing, but being with one is entirely different. Ask any of the assorted Spider-Man and their various fucked up partners. It isn’t always pretty.

As if determined to take his mind away from this thought you nuzzle into his side, blissfully fucked out. He buries his lips into your hair. 

It never needs to be an issue. Deadpool is retired. He’s never gonna be used for non-kinky reasons again. 

…right?

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[cowboydisaster]

Just Like You

pairing: SImon "Ghost" Riley x single mom reader word count: 1.6k summary: Ghost can't get used to the fact that he's your son's favorite person in the world, but damn- he's trying. ("You- You're me for Halloween??") a/n: this fic references the comics, so for those who didn't know: Joseph was Simon's nephew. Super angsty and fluffy. Simon bonding with your kid. beta read by @margowritesthings

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Leo loves Halloween. It’s your son’s favorite time of year. The five year old boy, with your help, worked incredibly hard on his costume, and he’s sure it's going to be the best costume on the block. You may be a little biased, but really, it’s very good. Leo has put extra effort into perfecting every detail of his costume, because this year is special.

It’s the first year that Simon will be accompanying Leo with trick or treat. Leo loves Simon to pieces– but Simon can’t figure out why. The soldier elicits fear from nearly everyone that he encounters, his mask makes children scream and run in the other direction. Hell, his mask makes adults piss themselves in the field. Many enemy soldiers have surrendered at the sight of Ghost running towards them. So Simon can’t wrap his head around the fact that his girlfriend’s little boy looks up at him like he’s the greatest person in the world. 

Simon is less than stellar with children. He tries, but he’s not entirely sure how to talk to them. He’s always a little awkward, generally avoiding children when he can, but this one seeks him out. Simon loves you more than anything, and he wants to form a relationship with Leo, he’s just not exactly sure how. He’s trying, for you and the boy. Leo’s biological dad is a piece of shit, which Simon has lived through, and he tries to shield the poor kid from that pain as much as possible. Maybe it’s because Leo reminds him so much of Tommy and Joseph, but your kid is special. 

–

“You ready, bud?” You ask, pulling a hoodie over your frame. It’s Simon’s and it’s oversized, stopping just above your knees. But it's comfortable, and late-October in Manchester is not. Immediately, you find yourself encompassed in its warmth and the smell of Simon’s cologne.

“Almost, mummy!” Leo yells from the bathroom. “Simon is gonna love this!”

You chuckle, “I know he will, baby.” You grab the fresh mug of tea from your nightstand and head down the carpeted stairs. Simon was to be here an hour before trick or treat. You check your watch. 18:00. As if on cue, the doorbell rings, sounding out loudly through your little home. Always punctual. Leo squeals out of excitement at the sound.

“Coming!” You holler, padding across the chilly living room towards the door. You jog lightly, causing a few drops of tea to spill over from the lip of your mug, dripping down to the floor and splashing against the hardwood floor. Ignoring the little mess, you pull the frosted glass door open. Simon is wearing his less civilian mask with the hard plastic skull face. You’d specifically requested that he wear it, though he wasn’t sure why.

“You can just come in, you know. You don’t have to ring the doorbell.” You chuckle, nodding for him to come in. He steps inside the door, hands softly gripping onto your waist as he kicks the door shut. 

“I told you to keep your door locked.” Simon raises an eyebrow, squeezing your waist. 

“Oh, right…” You hum, squinting your eyes as you recall that conversation, “I forgot.”

“Course you did, love.” Simon smirks, “Happy Halloween.” he says, and you chuckle, gripping his skull mask by the teeth and pushing it up over his face. His scarred lips are sporting a smile, and you kiss it away. It’s over all too quick as he pulls away, nodding towards the cup of tea in your hand. 

“The kettle’s still on, yeah?” He asks, pulling the mask back down over his face. 

“Yes, I’ll get you a cuppa.” You roll your eyes playfully. He’s cutting your kisses short for tea, something he’ll make up for later, you’re sure. Simon glances around the living room, noting the few abandoned truck toys that lie around the living room.

“Where’s Leo?” Simon asks, looking around the living room as you walk towards the kitchen. 

“He’s just finishing getting ready upstairs. Why don’t you go up? I'll bring your tea up.” You hum, grabbing a tea bag and Simon’s favorite mug. You hear heavy footsteps going up the stairs, and take that as his response. 

You shake your head, amused as you slowly pour the steaming water over the tea bag, watching it turn a rich brown. Once it’s properly mashed, you add his preferred amount of milk and sugar, and then carefully start up the stairs. Your footsteps are naturally much quieter than Simon’s, and with the added fact that you’re trying not to spill his tea, he doesn’t hear you coming up the steps. You reach the top, and stop dead in your tracks at the sight around the corner. Simon is walking towards Leo’s bedroom, but from the angle you’re at, you can see Leo hiding around the corner as if he's about to scare Simon. Leo is fully dressed in his Halloween costume, a little replica of the exact outfit Simon is currently wearing, skull mask and all.

“Boo!” Leo screams, rounding the corner that Simon was just about to go around.

Simon clutches his chest, jumping back a comical amount. Simon literally screams, attempting to sound terrified. Obviously Simon isn’t scared in the least, but Leo doesn’t know that. Simon lets the boy proudly think that his costume is scary enough to frighten the unshakeable. Leo’s smile is as bright as ever under his mask, and you grip the cup of tea a little tighter as a smile pulls at your own lips. Simon’s eyes are comically wide as he fakes terror for the young boy. Entirely satisfied with Simon’s reaction, Leo pulls his mask off, giggling madly. 

“It’s okay, Simon! It’s just me, don't be scared!” Leo giggles, jogging up towards Simon who is bent over at the waist, pretending to gasp for breath and holding his chest.

“Bloody hell, mate. You nearly gave me a heart attack!” Simon chuckles, scooping Leo up into his arms. Once settled on Simon’s hip, Leo holds the plastic mask up to Simon’s face. It’s an exact replica of the mask he’s currently wearing, just much smaller. 

“Look! I'm just like you for Halloween!” Leo smiles, showing Simon all the little details that he’d put into perfecting his mask. 

“You–” Simon’s brow furrows, “You’re me for Halloween?” He asks, piecing it all together. Leo holds the mask out to Simon, who takes it and looks over the smaller version of Ghost’s infamous skull mask. 

“Yep! Do you like it…?” Leo asks, sounding a bit worried. His little eyebrows pull together, and Simon is quick to reassure him. 

“I love it, mate. It’s perfect, looks just like mine.” Simon whispers. There is emotion in his voice, unusual for him, you note. Tears prick your eyes as Leo puts the mask back on, looking up at Simon. 

“I wanna be like you when I grow up.” Leo says, wrapping his little arms around Simon’s neck. 

“You’re gonna be better than me, Leo. Much better, yeah?” Simon whispers, looking the boy in the eyes. Leo nods, curling up against Simon’s chest. He rubs his hand up and down Leo’s back, comforting him. 

“You know, Leo, you remind me of a boy I used to know.” Simon mumbles in a rare show of emotional vulnerability, his eyes glazed over as he pats the boy’s back. 

“Who?” Leo asks, propping his chin on Simon’s chest to look up at him better. 

“Uh–” Simon hesitates. “His name was Joseph… He was my nephew.” Simon whispers, and your heart wrenches in your chest. 

“Maybe I could meet him someday and we could play.” Leo whispers, hopefully looking up. 

“Yeah. Maybe someday.” Is all Simon says, nodding lightly as old, ugly memories pull at his brain, ones he’d shoved out and burned long ago. 

“I love you, Simon.” Leo whispers, hugging his little arms as tightly around the man as he can manage. He pulls Simon out of every dark thought he was having, those three little words pulling at his heart strings. Simon hesitates, voice stuttering for a moment. 

“Yeah– I love you too, little mate.” Simon whispers, voice heavy with emotion.

“This is gonna be so much fun– Mummy even helped me with my costume!” Leo adds, unintentionally changing the subject. He creates a perfect time for you to announce your presence. 

You hastily wipe your eyes and walk up the last step, rounding the corner you were just hiding behind. You catch Simon off guard, and he turns to you, slowly placing the young boy back on the ground.

“I didn’t hear you come up.” Simon whispers, taking the mug from your outstretched hands. He’s far away, lost in thought. Leo runs down the hall to grab his treat bag as Simon wraps his arm around your waist. 

“Didn’t want to spill your cuppa.” You explain, resting your head on his chest for a moment. Leo comes back around the corner with his bag, excitedly waiting for trick or treat to begin.

You smile up at Simon, noticing a few little tear tracks running down through his eye black.

ghost taglist: @moths569

[italiansteebie]

something you'd never expect about steve harrington is that he loves halloween.

i mean, he really gets into it.

he dresses up, decorates the house, hands out candy and even goes trick or treating with the kids as an excuse. "i'm keeping an eye on you guys!"

"you didn't have to dress up though,"

"yes i did, dustin. you don't know everything."

even after the upside down bullshit, he still loves it, and maybe he kept his scoops uniform with blood and barf stains so he could use it as a costume. and maybe that was kind of fucked, but he's coping with it.

now, steve's love for halloween is one of robins favorite things about him. especially since his house is equipped for an exceptional party, what with the size and the decorations steve is going to put up anyways? it's perfect.

so the halloween after scoops, they throw a masquerade of sorts. it's quite a rager, despite steve's expectations.

he decided to go as a masked cowboy.

he got the boots, the hat, and he wore a leather vest that ended up giving him a chill for the night since other than some chaps, it was all he was wearing on his body. he did the whole nine yards with a red bandana and some sunglasses.

"hey cowboy."

steve turned, taking in the sight in-front of him.

a guy, with long curly hair, somehow making a jason voorhees costume work.

he tipped his hat, always committed to the bit, "jason." he said simply, thanking the bandana gods for hiding his blush.

"never woulda thought king steve would throw a party like this."

"why not?"

"i dunno. it's cool though, guy seems to have changed."

"for the better?"

jason tilted his head, "yeah man. for the better." he said it as though the decision had been made, and locked in place.

so they sat.

and talked.

all night.

and the rest of the party seemed to fade away. that is until a drunk robin, dressed as micheal myers laid across his lap, "kick everyone out, im tired."

he checked his watch, it was 4 am, probably about time for them to go home. so he stood, gearing up to say his farewell to jason, maybe ask him for his number, but when he turned again, he was gone. only the smell of weed and cheap cologne remained. (and later, he'd find, a lone 36 sided die, that he'd end up asking dustin about).

it's silly to think that steve was falling in love with this guy after only just meeting him, but he'd grappled with his sexuality on a bathroom floor, appropriately, and was ready to dive back into the dating pool. or maybe the puddle, because halloween jason, seemed to be the one.

the only thing is, steve has no idea who the guy is.

that is at least until, none other than eddie munson had a broke bottle pressed against his neck. now he didn't figure it out in that moment, but when they were fleeing for their lives, eddie's hand found a way into steve's, and back at eddie's trailer, steve caught a glimpse of none other than the jason voorhees mask he'd been searching for ever since that party.

and maybe it was a sappy declaration of love, but steve was nothing if not a hopeless romantic.

"don't be heroes."

it was pleading.

steve tossed the dice eddie's way, watching fondly as he struggled to catch it.

"steve- wh?" he could see the moment it clicked in eddie's eyes. steve turned, ready to finish this mess, so he could talk to eddie, to jason, and figure out some shit.

"hey, steve?"

he turned, meeting eddie's eyes.

"make him pay, cowboy."

--

it was done.

they did it.

a few were in the hospital but, hey. they did it. eddie had been in a rough way for a little while, eventually pulling through but not before some physical therapy.

steve was there when he woke up.

had been ever since he'd explained to eddie's uncle wayne how they knew each other and what eddie meant to steve.

eddie cracked open his eyes.

"howdy, cowboy." it came out scratched, and rough.

"eddie," steve breathed, grasping his hand.

"i knew i liked those chaps."

steve rolled his eyes, smiling while tears rolled down his cheeks. "you saved my life." eddie said, reaching a hand to steve's cheek. steve shook his head, "how can i ever repay you?" eddie said, a glint in his eye.

steve laughed, "no thanks necessary," he said, tipping his imaginary hat, leaning into eddie's touch. "there must be someway," he said, southern drawl creeping into his voice. "how about a kiss?" steve asked, eyes flickering down to the metal heads lips.

wayne shook his head at the boys' antics. "will y'all just kiss already? im getting old waitin' for ya!"

eddie laughed at his uncle's testimony, before nodding, "c'mere, cowboy," he said, before closing the gap between him and steve.

"was it rootin' n tootin'?" eddie asked, a cheesy grin on his face as he pulled away. "sure was, partner."

"oh my god."

"hey robs,"

"steve, shut up. eddie's jason! jason from-" robin stumbled into the room. "from the party!" she all but squealed. steve laughed, nodding, "yeah, babe. we figured that one out ourselves."

[hoooooooooot]

Worm AU but instead of shards it's a magical girl/miraculous AU. Every power has a fucked up plushie or creature that embodies it. Instead having to make a costume the shards give you a magical girl transformation. Also the thing changed with you and your transformation with it. Let's try and come up with different new looks for the characters and have some fun with it.

Okay so I'll start with the guys who actually matter, the underseiders. I'll go easy/interesting to hard/boring.

Let's start with my boy Brian. Favorite wallflower. Now, you might be thinking "Brian would never wear frills, he can't be a magical girl" and you'd be correct. Plus, the whole point of his power is to hide him and his so he won't be too sparkly. Instead, he gets and elegant black suit with medieval armour haphazardly added on top. He looks like if a modern day bouncer in final fantasy. Also, his darkness is constantly leaking out of gaps in the armours and where it would have a feather.

As for what fucked up plushie I want to give Brian... At first I wanted to give him a pair of eyes that can only exist in the dark but then I realized that was basically just a grue. Then I realized a grue would be perfect! Yes, I'm not very creative but it is fun.

Next we have Taylor. Good old Taylor Hebert... What to do with you. See, I kind of want to give her a tapeworm that grows alongside her. Something literally eating her up inside, growing to consume more of her. To the point that she eventually puppets herself to be slightly faster than humans should be using it. The only problem is that it feels too on the nose. Eh, workshop later.

Now, what dress do we give good old Taylor... Taylor would hate wearing anything that calls attention to her, so she would probably get something lame. Boring even. A long dress with plenty of bulk and frills to hide her actual figure, some victorian era type thing. Expect as she grown into skitter the dress aquires layer for her to keep bugs in. The fold of the dress begin to resemble the layers of a hive. Or something idk.

Jean-Paul! See, this guy is interesting because I don't quite get his deal. I do think his final costume will be more or less what he wears in canon but the change form Hijack to Regent sounds fascinating. I can imagine his first transformation being more so based around his father, and either dramatically changing into canon or slowly adapting into canon until he escapes.

As for what his little animal will be... Instead of an animal I kind of want to give him an object. Be it his scepter, a crown, a series of puppets strings that wrap around him, or maybe even the ceramic mask. He's just an object kinda guy, yannow?

1/? I'll think more about this later

[kalolasfantasyworld]

Hi everyone! So this is my initial post for @lyranova's halloween event and surprise surprise it's not Nozelena (just because I have an art of them and it's waiting to be posted with my art halloween countdown, so no spoilers and no descriptions of them in this fic😂)

@blackclover-emc

Welcome to interact on this post 💕

Pairing: Natalia Silva (Nozel x OC next gen) x Eri Faust (Nacht x OC next gen)

Summary: The Silva familia arrives at the masquerade ball and Natalia wants to slip away from her slightly overprotective family members. Especially since she knows a certain red eyed Black Bull is somewhere in the crowd.

Word count: 966

Eri belongs to @purpled-royalty 💕

A masquerade ball had begun and the whole Silva familia was invited. Natalia shyly followed her parents and older brothers, her gaze skipping from one masked face to another. She herself had put on a white feathery mask, but she had low hopes of not being recognised. Silver hair basically screamed Silva. Her parents did not even try who they were with their costumes as for Natalia’s brothers… she was not going to mention them. 

As much as she loved her familia the masquerade seemed like an event where she could try to be on her own a bit, explore. Hopefully talk to people without three protective eagles following her around. Especially since she had an idea who she wanted to see that evening. 

Natalia turned away from the buffet tables her familia was headed to and quietly began walking away. 

“Natalia,” sharp as an edge of a knife voice stopped her in her tracks. 

She whined spinning on her heel. 

“Yes papa?”

“Where are you going?” Nozel narrowed his eyes, almost drilling them into her very soul. 

“Oi mi amor, why so tense?” Said Helena who’s arm was hooked over her husband’s. “We’re here to party!”

“I’ll excuse myself to that corner then,” Noureen sighed, pointing far away from the middle of the ballroom. 

“Do you want company?” Heinry hung his arm over his twin’s shoulder. 

Noureen just sighed and shook his head resigned as he and Heinry walked away. 

Nozel continued on looking expectantly at his daughter.

“Where are you going, hija?” Helena asked.

“To find…” Natalia mumbled, “prima Hermione!”

“Hermione!” Helena smiled. “When you see her tell her that tia Helena wants to see her,” she moved closer to her husband to poke him. “See mi amor? I told you, no boys.”

Natalia flushed. Of course there would be no boys. What were her parents even thinking? She completely did not hope to run into a certain red eyed Black Bull. She simply wanted to see her cousin.

Nozel narrowed his eyes at first at Natalia, but a moment later he looked over her shoulder. Natalia turned around to see a young nobleman scurrying away in haste. Her father had that effect. 

She felt a gentle touch on her cheek as her mother moved head to face her. Helena smiled softly and fixed Natalia’s mask, ruffling the feathers. 

“I’ll keep papa busy and you have fun with Hermione tonight,” Helena reached out her pinky, “but promise me Natalia if you feel sick, weak or have any trouble with your magic you find me, papa or your hermanos and let us know. Are we clear on that?”

“Crystal clear,” Natalia perked up, hooking her finger over her mother’s. 

She looked at her father. Natalia knew that he was just worried and he was doing his best to give her the space she needed to grow by herself, but she was also aware of how close they were. She could never deny the daddy’s girl allegations. 

“I’ll be alright papa,” she said. 

Nozel let out a slow breath. He nodded and allowed his lips to form a soft smile. 

“Perfect,” Helena smiled and walked back to her husband. “We’ll be… busy,” she grinned, hooking her arm over his. 

Natalia gave her parents a quick excited wave, before turning on her heel and heading towards where she thought she had seen her cousin. Hermione had to be hanging out with other young Black Bulls. This means Natalia would see more of her friends. 

She pushed herself between a few nobles, he skirt slightly lifted up so she would not trip but it was hard in such a crowd. Natalia was not used to being around this many people in such close proximity. Many of them were taller than her and she would not risk trying to use her risky magical powers to locate her cousin. 

Natalia was getting uncomfortable. Maybe she should have asked Heinry to come with her. Her brother always knew how to act around people and got along with everybody. He would just ask if anyone had seen the Black Bulls and she would be with them right away. 

No. Natalia could find her friends herself. She was a brave princess, a daughter of Nozel and Helena Silva, bearer of arcane story magic and a future advisor to her tio Wizard King Asta. 

She furrowed her silver brows and fixed her mask again. If the Bulls were not in that corner of the ballroom she was going to find them on the other side. Natalia pushed past more noblemen. She was so careful about not falling into any of them she did not notice a waiter with champagne coming from the other side. 

In the last moment Natalia jumped away by miracle not pushing the man and spilling champagne. However her heels did not give her the support she needed. Natalia wobbled. She was sure she was going to fall on the ground, ruin her dress and embarrass herself and the house of Silva. 

Suddenly she felt someone’s touch at her waist. In the last moment somebody caught her, lifted her up and once the flutter of her silver hair stopped she was able to look at her savior. 

A pair of beautiful red eyes met with her dark brown ones. The boy had a slightly darker complexion, soft black hair tied in a ponytail while a few strands of his bangs fell over his mask in a messy yet very cute way. 

The corners of his lips tugged up. Masks did not matter; she would recognise this smile everywhere. 

A bright pink blush spread over her cheeks as her heart picked up its pace. 

Here lies Natalia Acier Silva, passed away from embarrassment in the arms of her crush.

“Natalia?” Eri asked.

[msfcatlover]

Yet more Reverse!Robins

EDIT: Now on AO3.

(Calling back to my tags on this post, and one of the images from this one that live rent free in my brain.)

Joker gets bored torturing Jason on his own after a couple days, and sends out invites to all the other rogues (or at least, the ones he’s pretty sure won’t rat him out and end the fun) about a “surprise present” he’s working on for Batman. Steph has absolutely no interest involving herself in Joker’s nonsense, so she immediately throws it out and focuses on securing her area of the city to keep her people safe. She doesn’t think much more of it.

Six days later, Tim shows up at the door of one of her clubs. Not in costume, barely hiding his identity, hardly even armed (like, the bare minimum for walking around this part of town this late at night, and most of that is artfully hidden in his crutches & leg braces.) Aside from Damian or Bruce crashing the party to accuse Steph of stuff (that like 60% of the time she didn’t even do,) none of the Bats have ever approached Steph in an actual place of business before. She’s curious. She tells security to let him in, and show him to her table.

“Mr. Wayne,” Steph says, because fuck it, if Tim’s only going to mess up his hair and barely slap some concealer over the dark circles under his eyes, she isn’t gonna maintain his identity for him. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Tim shakes her hand, looks her dead in the eye, never glancing at her guards or flinching at his name. A proper little businessman, in a ratty band t-shirt and a pair of old jeans. “I need a favor.”

“You? Need a favor from me?”

“Yes.”

“The great Timothy Wayne?”

“I didn’t come here to play games.” Tim glares. “Yes, I need your help. Yes, it has to be you. Yes, I am out of other options. No, I am not above groveling—”

“Really?”

“Steph.”

“Don’t,” she growls back, “try to play this like we’re friends, Tim.”

Tim crosses his arms and scowls off to the side. “…Fine. We’ll keep it professional.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that. I wouldn’t be opposed to seeing you on your knees.” Tim’s eye twitches as Steph takes a sip of her drink. “What brings you to my humble abode?”

“I told you, need a favor,” Tim repeats.

“Well, that could be anything,” Steph says, rolling her eyes behind her mask.

“My little brother’s missing.”

Steph’s drink goes down the wrong way. She forces herself to swallow her cough. Steph clears her throat to mask it, and sets her drink back on the table.

Tim continues like he didn’t notice. “The police can’t find him. The Bats can’t find him. I have been leveraging every advantage I’ve got, but nobody has seen him in over a week—”

Ice slips down Steph’s spine as she remembers the invitation she’d thrown out right around a week ago.

“—but you have contacts they don’t.” Tim takes a deep breath. “I know you hate us, I know you…” His eyes flicker towards her guards. “…You’ve made your opinions very clear—”

“I should certainly hope so,” Steph mutters.

“—but whatever you think of me, or Bruce, or Cass, Duke, Damian, anybody, Jason’s innocent. He’s suffered enough.” Tim has a warning in his eyes: You’ve hurt him enough. Like she’d actually tried to kill the kid or something (if Steph wanted Jason dead, he’d be dead; honestly, she didn’t even leave any permanent damage. Her lesson was no harsher than anything any of them got on a bad patrol, she was just more open about the point she was making.) “He’s just a kid.”

“And yet, you keep letting him out into this city.”

Anger flashes across Tim’s face, but he visibly chokes it down. “I’m not having this conversation with you. This has nothing to do with Jason’s hobbies or field trips, or whether or not you approve of them. This is about a 15yr old kid, missing in Gotham City, following the biggest Arkham breakout in the last 10yrs. Are you going to help or not?”

Steph sighs, propping one elbow on the table and leaning on her fist. “What have you got for me?”

“Jason snuck out for a party nine days ago—the night of the breakout.” (Translation: Jason was in uniform, probably on patrol.) “We have a system where even if he doesn’t want Bruce to know what he’s doing, Jason still calls me to check in every 2hrs. He checked in a little before 2, because he said he was about to be ‘really busy’ and didn’t want me to worry. I told him to go home. He told me he’d be fine, that he wasn’t anywhere near the mayhem.” Tim’s expression is flat, dead. “He didn’t check in again. Nobody’s seen or heard from him since. There have been no ransom demands. Last sighting was outside of Genevieve’s in Burnley.”

The invitation arrived six days ago exactly.

Steph needs to go. Steph needs—Steph needs to find that letter, she can’t remember if it had an address or a time, she can’t—

“I’ll pay whatever you want,” Tim tells her, seemingly unaware of how Steph’s breath is caught in her lungs (remembering what it was like to be 16, tiny, and at the whims of a madman. Eight full days. Did Steph suffer that long? She doesn’t think so, but the time all blurs together under the pain…) “Money is obviously no object. Weapons? Name them. Tech? I’ll build it for you myself. I can wipe your record clean. I can keep the Bats off your back. I can—” Tim swallows. “My balance isn’t the best anymore, but if you want me on my knees, I can beg. If you need me to demonstrate my gratefulness or if you need someone to hurt, I—”

“Oh my god, STOP!” The table wobbles as Steph jumps to her feet, nearly spilling her ginger ale—but then, she doesn’t really want it anymore. Her stomach is one giant knot, and she’s really regretting those onion rings she had earlier.

“Please,” Tim says, soft and far more earnest than Steph can deal with right now. “He’s my little brother. I… it’s my fault he thought he could go out like this. If there’s anything you can do…”

Steph needs to get to her office. She needs to find that note, and if she can’t find it, she needs to find Joker’s delivery boy so she can beat the answer out of him. She steps away from the table. “I’ll get back to you.”

Tim grabs Steph’s wrist as she passes by. “Please—”

“I said, I’ll get back to you,” Steph snaps, yanking her arm out of his grip. She looks away from Tim’s wounded expression. “I can’t do anything if you’re dragging me down.”

Tim’s shoulders sag with relief. “Thank you.”

“…You owe me. Whether I find him or not.”

“Thank you.”

Steph walks away. She doesn’t look back.

(She shoots Joker in the throat, grabs the nearest heavy object—curved & metal, but much else doesn’t register—and beats the clown’s head in while screaming insults in League dialect. She strips down to her suit’s under layer to keep Joker’s blood away from Jason, tossing her gloves away without caring about fingerprints, and kneels down in front of Jason, making herself as small as possible. She undoes the bonds, checking his injuries, and when Jason collapses into Steph’s arms, she holds on. Steph cradles Jason in her arms, helps him rehydrate from her water bottle, and apologizes in every language she knows for not being there for him sooner.)

(Without the mask or the armor, with Steph’s hair pulling wild & sweaty out of its braid, she doesn’t look nearly so much like the villain who hurt him before. Jason wonders if he’s dead or dreaming, to finally have the hero he looked up to for so much of his childhood decide he’s worth saving after all.)

(Steph would go to the ends of the earth to protect him from that point forward. When questioned, she just mutters something about not “letting all that work go to waste.”)

[nightmarebeforenewsiesau]

any headcanons for Race? How did he die/end up in Halloween Town?

Yes, as a matter of fact, I have a lot-

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Racetrack Higgins spent most of his life gambling while he was alive, despite dying relatively young. He often cheated, since he wasn't perfect at his trade and needed a way to keep food on the table. He was murdered by a drunk man one night after cheating in a game against him, and the last thing he heard was the man calling him a "Lying devil spawn". Sure enough, after death, he manifested as sort of a devil-looking creature. He formed a small group alliance with two old friends- Spot and Albert- and later started dating both of them. (Yes, the spralbert is real).

His little group, although close with the leader of the town they lived in (Jack) still found themselves not very fortunate money-wise. Until they were approached by a man, wearing a mask made out of an old burlap sack, who had a preposition for them: They do his bidding and kidnap targets to bring to him. In return, they get free lodging and more money than they could earn in several lifetimes, alongside the promise that if they ever used it all this man would provide food for them. They were given masks to hide their identities, and all the weapons they'd need to carry out jobs. They agreed, living in a treehouse just outside the town. They kept on good terms with Jack and the residents, spending most of their time downtown gambling or hanging out with friends.

As for Racetrack specifically, here's some fun facts about him!

His tail is real- not part of his costume. He can move it, it feels pain, and he whacks people with it when he's annoyed.

He paints his nails black. Take that how you will.

He has a forked tongue, like a snake.

His shirt has pockets sewn on the inside of the sleeve for cards.

He has a bad habit of chewing on things that aren't food. Tables, rocks, erasers, his shirt, his arm, bones, the souls of the innocent, paper, plastic happy meal-esque toys... you name it. This is part of the reason he always has a cigar but it's rarely lit- better he chew on that than his own skin or on a pencil or something.

He can hiss like a snake. He doesn't do it often, but he can. He can also make his tail rattle like a rattlesnake.

He doesn't know what sleep is. He will stay up for days on end. Someone give him some melatonin, he needs it.

He is transmasc (JUST LIKE ME FR) and Pan.

There is a snake who lives in their treehouse that Racetrack has claimed as his pet. He named it Jackpot and uses it as a threat to people. ("Oh, I have a pet snake you know... yeah, he's poisonous and I trained him to bite people I don't like.) He also hisses at Jackpot randomly and Jackpot hisses back. He's managed to convince Spot and Albert that he can speak snake and knows what Jackpot is saying (he doesn't).

Spot and Albert are both deathly afraid of Jackpot and Race teases them for it.

[bearmemesreviews]

FotW: SDMI - In Fear of the Phantom

Welcome back to Scooby-Doo Mystery Incorporated, and now we're getting into a problem many reboots and adaptions face - what happens when you try something different. Today's episode isn't really that special, serving as a bridging point between the next stint of episodes focused on the gang's love lives.

Except for featuring the Hex Girls of course.

Not to overshadow the main villain, which would be extra funny considering their backstory, but come on that's what y'all are here for.

Yeah, they got a bit of a redesign since their last few appearances in the two billion direct to DVD films. Fans DID NOT like this, and in a later episode they had to actually address the backlash while also scrapping these outfits for the original ones. They also steal Luna and Dusk's hair dye and gave Thorn's highlights a diminished role.

My personal opinion? Eh, I would've preferred a middle ground between the two, but for reboots I encourage designers to go all out since it's their own thing. So for Mystery Incorporated I would've either kept the redesigns or gave them completely brand new looks a second time. The OGs have a more cohesive aesthetic, but I like how MI experiments by giving each girl their own Alt style. It's probably Dusk who could probably use a new outfit though, since her Tank Girl getup doesn't mesh as well as Thorn's "Pagan School Girl" and Luna's "Lesbian Thespian" outfits do. Actually, maybe one of those Scene Kid reconstructions of School Uniforms would've worked better?

Oh yeah, this nerd.

Backstory: Like most lesbians Velma is a massive fan of The Hex Girls, snagging front row tickets for the Scooby Gang just in time for them to witness a "Phantom" try to murder Thorn on stage. As with every mystery the gang decide to take it upon themselves to do the cop's job to keep the concert going while protecting the band.

This leads to an exploration of the show's two main ships, Fredphe and Shoob - again, yes really.

This show is really good trust me on this.

Scooby outright calls Shaggy a cheater for going to prom with Velma instead of hanging out with him like they always do, and replaces Mathew Lillard with a wooden dummy much to Shaggy's chagrin.

Fred meanwhile comes out as nonbinary a teenage boy with emotions as he finally grasps Daphne's romantic interest in him. All thanks to an entire song written by Daphne where she uses Fred's special interest to get through to him.

Behold, one of the best songs made for a television show in history.

Before this spectacular moment of audio interposed with occasional Zelda CDI-level animation (to be fair are you even looking at the animation in the first place) we got some Phantom shenanigans. Mostly him responding to Scoob and Shag's ability to warp time and space by just setting them on fire, probably the most effective thing one these guys have attempted so far.

Design: Obviously a homage to The Phantom of the Opera, and as we go through the series, you'll start to notice a lot more homages that Wikipedia will kindly point out for you. Though you can also see a bit of Comic Supervillain in his design, so much so that he doesn't seem to fit with the show's own aesthetic. He wears a black full body suit with a gigantic, taller than his own head, Dracula collar and grim reaper-esque hood. He has a fabricated piece of his outfit that goes over his shoulders like Football Pads, but with a sleeker design as it attaches his cape to the main costume. His cape is black but its interior is lined with a sparkling holographic material.

His mask, belt, boots, and glovers are all made of golden mechanical pieces, as they actually allow him to charge up bolts of electricity to fire at the teens in our show. This tech is never explained, and he really only uses it a few times before forgetting he has these weapons at his disposal.

His mask is the best part of the outfit, legitimately cool while evoking a gas mask. It's almost like it was made out of several pieces asymmetrically stuck to each other with large bolts, like if C3PO was mangled in an accident and put back together with recolored bits of R2-D2. There are several short, cylindrical ports on his gauntlets, boots, belt, and mask that occasionally glow green.

Reveal: Shaggy, with an extensive knowledge of obscure musical groups as we'll be shown time and time again, recognized the shiny material of The Phantom's cape as belonging to a One-Hit Wonder named Fantzee Pantz. And once that's discovered it's pretty obvious that the other suspect, The Hex Girl's manager, is not the culprit as he was just as responsible for Fantzee's obscurity as THG.

No, the true culprit is the girl's songwriter, who first attempted to sabotage them through badly written songs but was thwarted by the girl's talent and popularity - So he then turned to just trying to kill them, and Daphne. He ends up taking Scoob's dummy to jail with him, but the original duo patch things up by then - letting us look back at Velma who got sidelined so badly this episode.

2/5 Goofy as hell design for a goofy character, probably the most "Villain of The Week" we've encountered so far. In fact, he'd probably fit in better in Miraculous Ladybug than this show. Not that bad otherwise, just not as impressive.

[eu-ry-dice]

Welcome back to my bullshit

This time; Marc! Aka Argeiphontes, the Peacock Holder of this AU!

Don't ask why, the vibes just work, mk? Mk.

Also, yes, I drew his weird hair thingy as a ponytail. I'm not drawing that shit and you can fight me on it.

And now for the random bullshit facts

• Marc found the Peacock Miraculous in an alley and thought it looked nice, so he decided to take it with him. Meanwhile, Nathalie was freaking tf out cause she lost it.

• He freaked out and threw Duusuu out of a window when he first put the broach on and he popped out.

• His parents own a successful tech business overseas so he uses a voice changer to hide his identity better, using a different voice every patrol. It's also why he can 'sneak out', and be Argeiphontes whenever - his parents are never at their house so he doesn't need to sneak.

• Marc usually sends Sentimonsters (idk what he'd call them tbh) that look like him to help with fights and watches from a distance cause he doesn't want to get in LB and CN's way.

• He can glide thanks to the tail feathers on his costume and essentially has the Minecraft slow fall effect.

• His fan's feathers are extremely sharp and are basically like knives. He can also control them even if he isn't using them to create an Amok.

• He figured out Nathaniel and Marinette's identities pretty quick because.. come on. It's painfully obvious. He's still in denial about Adrien being Chat Noir, though, because of the horrendous puns.

• His 'mask' is actually moreso makeup than a mask. He doesn't intentionally conceal his face, it just happens to be covered by his hood most of the time. His reasoning is because he's basically invisible in his civilian life anyway, so nobody would even recognise him.

• When Marc finally joins the art club and has friends other than Marinette, there's a miscommunication that makes them think he hates heroes and treat him kinda crappy at first cause of it, which is what leads to Reverser in this AU. Luckily he doesn't have his broach on when he's akumatised. He kinda takes the 'hating heroes' thing and runs with it as an excuse as to why he isn't a hero on the rare occasion someone (*cough* Alix and Nath *cough*) starts connecting the dots.

• People can't really figure out if Argeiphontes is meant to be a hero or a villain. He's usually helping, but sometimes his Sentimonsters get out of control and start seemingly attacking people and destroying stuff for no reason. This is mostly because of the Peacock Miraculous being damaged, which he figured out and decides to start fighting himself and not with Sentimonsters.

• The 'childlock' is keeping Marc safe from the damaged Miraculous the most part, but he's still starting to get sick. Later down the line, he'll likely need a mobility aid of some sort like Nathalie had in canon but it isn't taking effect as fast because of the power limitations.

• The hoodie in his costume isn't actually.. a part of his costume. He just consistently puts it on overtop because he gets cold. It also hides his Miraculous, but it's not intentional and he doesn't even realise that he's hiding it until Vixen points it out.

[lovelivingmydreams]

Raven Poetry

This is a collaboration between me and @skeletinmoss . Hope you guys enjoy it! Also this one is going too be a bit more mature than my usual stuff. So no minors. Fair warning given let's go

Chapter 1 moving day

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Roman hummed a song under his breath as he walked down the street. He just got all his registrations in order and he now knew where his stuff was delivered.

Apparently a little incident with some hacker villain early this morning had messed a bit with some registrations and changed around dorm rooms. They had offered to rectify the mishap but Roman and Remus both agreed to see it as a sign and make the best of it. Sure they wouldn’t be rooming together, but they might make new friends. It was an adventure.

He pondered going to the Hill bakery and say hi to Patton before heading off to meet his new roommate and unpacking his things.

From the corner of his eye he saw a cute guy walking on the opposite side of the street. Cast in shadow as the sun was on that side of the road. Even so, Roman thought he looked pretty cute.

He was also listening to music and Roman knew his non verbal cues well enough that that was a clear I-don’t-want-to-talk-to-strangers signal.

Too bad. But maybe they’d run into one another someplace other timee. He looked like he might be a student so it wasn’t impossible.

He considered following the cute guy’s example and listen to the latest RavenKnight video as he walked but thought better of it. Raven’s story times weren’t the kind he wanted to get distracted from by sudden noises. Not to mention, he rather keep a close eye and ear on his surroundings. And Raven had a talent for keeping his attention.

No sooner had he finished that though or cute boy stopped in his tracks. As if he’d heard a sound other than his music and looked around. Roman followed his example, already looking for a place to hide. Just when he spotted an alley with a big dumpster he could hide behind he heard the security alarm of one of the stores tear through the street. People screamed and dove for cover. So did Roman. But he dug in his backpack and retrieved a mask and a red vest with white frilly sleeves and a white cravat sewn onto it. With the practiced moves he gained by quick changing many times during theater in high school he put it on over his Newsies t-shirt and put on the elegant mask that completed the look. It wasn’t the most comfortable costume. But it both hid his identity and made him instantly recognizable.

He took a look at the situation and saw to his shock that a villain had some kind of gizmo aimed at the cute guy’s face.

Adrenaline now racing Roman wracked his brain for a plan.

“This day did not go as planned, I wish I had the upper hand, I still wanted to do so many things, but my shoes would need to have wings!” he whispered urgently under his breath.

It wasn’t his best work but he was under pressure. He could feel his words take effect though. Like an imaginary muscle his power settled around his hands moving to his exact thoughts. Telekinesis. It wasn’t especially strong. But if he used it right. He could get that weapon and the hostage away so the police that was arriving on the scene could focus on the villain shouting out demands.

Roman wasn’t really listening. His priority right now was the civilian. Not entertaining a low level villain. The civilian was the only obstacle for the police.

He used the power he’d just granted himself to propel himself forward faster than he could’ve run while the villain’s attention was on the officer who was taking point in negotiations.

Again the civilian seemed to react to some kind of sound or something Roman hadn’t heard.

It didn’t matter though. Before the boy fully registered that he was heading towards him he had ripped the gun out of the villains hand and flown it into the nearest trashcan for the police to retrieve safely later, and scooped up the civilian floating himself up and away from the line of fire, in the direction the former hostage had been walking earlier.

“There you are. Everything alright?” he asked.

The civilian blinked a few times and looked around as if to orient himself. Understandable he’d gone through quite a lot the past minute or so.

His eyes focused on him, and he was definitely cuter up close.

After a moment Roman could pretty much see it click for him what had happened and the young man settled a bit more comfortably in the princess carry.

“Much better up here than down there. Which is saying something,” he quipped. Oh he had jokes! And he was kinda funny while he was at it.

“So. You’re that new Prince guy?” the stranger observed as Roman floated them a bit further down the street away from all the chaos and a bit lower so they wouldn’t crash should his boost run out.

“Indeed!” he nodded, always a little happy when he didn’t need to introduce himself. Which happened increasingly less. “I’m actually not that new anymore! I have quite a few fans!” As evidenced by his lessening need to introduce himself, the fact that there was a subredit dedicated to sightings of him and the first pieces of fanart even.

“Whatever makes you sleep better,” the civilian in his arms shrugged, though it didn’t seem malicious in intent.

Roman chuckled. “Oh you’re a feisty one,” he pointed out. Returning the playful tone.

Suddenly there was a mischievous glint in the boy’s eyes. “You like?” he wondered, his voice maybe half an octave deeper than his normal speaking voice.

Roman blinked a bit taken aback. “Oh wow,” he breathed, a bit impressed.

Clearly the former gent in distress took this as an invitation to push it further and go down to a full octave beneath his normal voice. “Watch it princey,” he muttered in a warning tone before dipping somehow even lower. “This kitty loves to bite,” he purred with a chuckle as he ran a finger from Roman’s collarbone up to his chin. The poor aspiring hero/journalist was completely flabbergasted.

And then as sudden as the very… Intense, theatrics had started, then disappeared.

“Oh look my stop!” The young man called out as he noticed the ground was close enough for him to jump down, which he did with ease. “See you later pretty boy,” he announced with a salute before walking off.

Roman let his feet touch the ground and tried to process what just happened.

Did he just… But he was wearing a mask so how could he know if he was pretty? Still. He was definitely flirting with him right?!

Deciding to put the gay panic aside for now he turned around and did a quick wrap up chat with the police, stated to the press that he had only taken the hostage out of the equation, snuck away to get his things, put away his hero get up and headed to his dorm room trying not to think of the charming, angel (or demon) voiced heathen he’d saved today. Damn that voice… It sounded vaguely familiar honestly. Where had he heard it before?

When he got to the dorm he heard the local radio host announce the next song and someone inside moving around.

His roommate was here already. And he would not be distracted by a stranger with a voice capable of… Whatever that was.

He took a breath. He could do this. New friend. Let’s go.

He knocked first, not wanting to startle his roommate. He could swear the movement stopped right before his fist hit the wood though. Probably a coincidence.

Fairly sure he had announced his presence properly he used the key he was given to let himself in.

“Hi, Virgil Grimm?” He read from the form he’d been given. “I’m Roman Reston. I’m your roommate,” he said as he stepped inside and looked up only to freeze. It was him. The guy from the robbery/hostage situation of earlier.

Virgil-with-a-voice-that-is-driving-him-nuts-Grimm, looked at him, giving him a once over and offered him a smirk.

“Hi there Reston. Your stuff is over there,” he nodded to the boxes that had ‘Ro’ on them in red letters. Luckily he was using his normal voice.

Roman managed to nod and give him a tight smile, which of course got him a weird look.

He decided to focus on unpacking and working through gay panic 2 electric boogaloo in silence.

Virgil asked him if pizza for dinner was alright for tonight. He agreed and put down some cash to pay his part. “Anything except fish is fine,” he stated as he picked up the last box to take to his room.

“Kay,” Virgil nodded as he checked the money and started calling in.

Turns out Virgil had good taste in Pizza too. He got half pepperoni half quatro fromage and he remembered the garlic knots.

He tipped the delivery guy and gave Roman back his fair share of change.

They sat down and ate pizza together.

“So… What do you study?” Virgil asked.

Roman swallowed away the cheesy bite he’d just taken.

“Journalism. I freelance a bit already actually,” he tells him, a little worried Virgil will recognize his voice. Why doesn’t he throw his voice when he does hero work. That’s going to change.

For now it doesn’t seem to click for Virgil so that’s a relief.

“Cool. I do computer science,” he replied.

Roman couldn’t help a chuckle. “You don’t look like a computer nerd,” he notes before he can stop himself.

Virgil chuckles, which doesn’t bring back memories that have Roman fight down a blush.

“I don’t,” he agrees. “But it’s actually pretty interesting. I took a few courses over the summer to get the basics down and it changed the way I saw literally everything. Even the app we used to order that pizza. It’s pretty dope,” he explains.

Roman nodded in agreement. Taking a next slide. If Virgil noticed the way he couldn’t quite stop staring at him in discomfort then he didn’t mention it.

They finished their dinner and went to their respective rooms.

Roman decided to try not to think of his roommate and that enchanting strangely familiar voice and instead listen to that video of RavenKnight he’d been sporadically thinking about all day.

He got settled on his bed with his laptop and navigated his way to the video.

“Alrgiht, Raven. Distract me from my hot roommate,” he muttered under his breath.

He clicked play. “Good day or possibly good night everyone. Welcome to my Murder,” the deep voice hummed into his ears making Roman stop the video.

He just realized where he knew that voice from.

His Roommate was one of his favorite youtubers.

[sanerontheinside]

For the kisses prompt: hand kisses 👏

well, it lives on ao3 now! pls enjoy :3

the meme | the ask box

“The rules are simple,” Bruck had said pompously. “You have to make it through the ball without anyone recognising you. But that’s the easy part: you have to make it not just through the ball, but for a month afterwards. Winner takes the pot.”

He’d grinned at Obi-Wan. “Well, Oafy? Care to take the bet?”

Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow. “Oh, I don’t see why not.”

No one who had attended school with Obi-Wan would ever have challenged him to take part in their friendly wager. Garen had recused himself at once, which really should have been a hint. 

After all, Obi-Wan had taken the female role in every play they’d ever put on at school. And he had very good friends. 

Bant stepped back to survey her handiwork. 

“Oh, you look wonderful, Obi,” she said, and grinned. 

Obi-Wan turned to the mirror, and found there a pretty young shepherdess looking back at him. Even without the mask, he looked entirely unlike himself. The cleft chin might give him away—if someone weren’t already convinced they were dancing with a woman. 

“Thank you, Bantling,” Obi-Wan said. Already, he’d softened his voice into something that could pass for a lady’s sweet lower register. 

Behind him, Garen was smirking. “So what’s my share for walking you into the ballroom and passing you off as my distant cousin?”

Obi-Wan grinned. “While I appreciate your vote of confidence, Cousin, there’s no sense counting our eggs before they’re in the pudding,” he said demurely. “There’s a whole month to carry on afterwards.”

Twenty minutes later in the carriage Garen still had a strange gleam in his eye. Obi-Wan didn’t like the look of it. 

“What is it?” 

Garen leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “Well, dearest cousin Bennie—” Obi-Wan wrinkled his nose in disgust “—if we want to sell this for an entire month afterwards, then shouldn’t my cousin attend a few more balls this season?”

Obi-Wan barked a startled laugh. “Oh no—Garen, I couldn’t pass for your dainty cousin Bennie in broad daylight, not without a costume.”

Garen shook his head quickly. “No, but think about it! Your typical ball—an evening of candlelight. The best lighting you’ve got is a fireplace. Think about it, that’s all I ask.”

“Fine.” Obi-Wan sighed. “What sort of a name is Bennie, anyway?”

Garen shrugged. “Short for Benedictine?”

“Absolutely not.”

It was Garen’s turn to laugh at him, apparently. “Bernice, then—oh! Bernadette!”

“Wouldn’t that be shortened to Bernie?”

“Would you like me to call you Bernie?”

Obi-Wan made the most disgusted face he could. “I have a shepherd’s hook, you know, and no compunctions about using it.”

“Yes I think that’s exactly the threat you made when you were five.”

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[bunny-wk-fanfic]

Trick -or- Treat, Fifth Chapter

Normally, she was not one for such events, but this one allowed for everyone to simply enjoy the night.

A masquerade ball.

Most balls were tedious, where she suffered biting laughs, cutting words, and pitying looks all because she was on the lowest rung of high society. Her family were landowners, yes, but they were modest. They earned modestly, lived and spent modestly.

Her cousin that accompanied her to tonight’s event, Kikyo, lived a little more lavishly than herself and encouraged her to do so, if only for tonight, and to truly enjoy the ball.

And she had. It was easier with everyone wearing masks, making people second guess who was who. There was no use of family standing, of family wealth, of connections to bully or out peacock each other. Instead, it was a sea of fabrics, swashes of colour, and every creature from past and nightmare masking every member of high society.

She herself went as a raven, much to Kikyo’s bemoaning. She didn’t, or couldn’t, understand why, as the ball gave them the opportunity to become anyone, as she herself decided to go as the red Queen of Hearts. The white and red did suite her, but Kagome was happy with the blacks and feathers. It made it easier for her to blend in the shadows when she needed a break from dancing or talking.

It did however garner the attention of another guest, he was dressed similarly in blacks, though his costume had dark silver embellishments that contrasted with the blacks and mirrored his own unearthly silver eyes.

A wolf.

Whenever he was not dancing with her or at her side to have a pleasant chat, she felt his eyes on her the entire night. They burned when she danced with others, like a possessive weight that draped around her shoulders in a passionate caress that had her shivering and yearning to be back in his arms.

“Ah, I have you again, my little black bird.” his smile was sensual, eyes flashing in the low candlelight as his arms curled around her waist.

Smiling herself, she followed his lead as he spun her back onto the dance floor. “Surely, there are others to dance and converse with besides myself.”

“There were, but you alone have aroused my interest. A feat many have attempted and failed.” his words purred into her ear as he leaned in closer. “I find myself loath to be apart from you for but a moment.”

Laughing, she watched him as they spun about in graceful moves across the floor. “Would you think so otherwise, were this a different event that did not allow for masks? Perhaps it’s the unknown, the danger of not knowing one's dance partner, that makes me so intriguing.”

He gave a nod of his head as his arm pulled her a little tighter to him, though still acceptable as they were in the presence of others. “All Hallows Eve does tend to offer such, are you saying, you enjoy danger? Dancing with the unknown?” teeth gave a brief flash, she was sure she caught sight of something sharp in his smile.

“It does have a… certain appeal.” her gaze was for some reason fixated on his lips, they were perfectly shaped, masculine, and curled as they were, they reminded her of some forbidden fruit. They were hiding deep secrets. “However, it is for this night alone. Come dawn, all will be as it once was. A true facade, a well practised masquerade for the whole world to see.”

Without any words, he directed them off the floor, guiding her on silent footsteps. “And if you could keep this night forever?”

She sighed at the idea, the dream of living freely. “A lovely fantasy, to be sure. However, it is a dream, and it will forever remain a dream until the next year should there be another masquerade.” she didn’t pay much attention to where they were walking, there were a few others conversing in the quieter alcoves that lined the hallway.

Sooner rather than later, she found herself further away from the party, the sound of music and the guests barely heard in their own shadowed corner. “And if I told you there was a way?” his silver eyes were shining now, and there was no candlelight that she could say were the cause of playing tricks.

They hypnotized her, breath catching as her heart trembled the deeper he guided them into the shadowed corner. “I… I…”

“I can hear your heart racing.” fingers traced down her neck, resting atop her breast just above her now wild heart. The touch had been so light and still held passion that it had her cheeks flushing. “It sings to me, draws me.”

A gasp was trapped in her throat when his lips parted and her eyes caught sight of the fangs that had been teasing her all night thus far. Eyes widened when her gaze flew up to his burning eyes. “...impossible…”

“I’ve been watching you, longer than this night alone.” his hand tipped her chin up to face him directly, his thumb smoothing along her bottom lip only to trace back down her neck along her thrashing pulse, daringly following the line of the dress. The cut was a modest one for an evening gown, and yet she felt naked beneath his gaze and touch. “Never before has one tested my wills, my hold over my hunger as you have, Kagome.”

Shivering, she didn’t know if it was from fear of knowing his true nature or from his passionate words and touch, she could only listen and allowed herself to be moved. Her arms were pulled to wrap around his neck as his own hands cupped her cheeks beneath her feathered raven mask. “You appear to know me, I have yet to learn your name.”

The smile that curled his lips this time, allowing his fangs to flash in the leaking moon light from a distant window, was one of victory. “I must apologize in advance.”

“Apologize?” her voice was breathy as he leaned in, his own breath curling around her neck as her chin tipped up to make room.

“I’m afraid I’ll have to mar this lovely neck of yours in more ways than one. But I will endeavour to make up for it, my dear.” lips teased her with every word he spoke, breath warm though it was quickly chilled. “I will have you scream my name to the point where all you can do is whimper.”

Shuddering when she felt his tongue, she clutched at him, even though some part of her attempted to remind her how this was wrong. That this all had to be a trick. “Your name?”

Fangs nipped at her, drawing a sigh that had him pulling them tighter together. “Kyoya.” and then, with a gentleness that clashed with the fairy tales of his kind, he bit.

Fangs sinking into her neck eliciting a physical response that sent pleasure unlike any she ever felt rushing through her. One hand gripped his hair as the other clawed down his back. “Kyoya!” 

She fell into his embrace with his name on her lips, clutching at him as he drank his fill and darkness swallowed her.

[darkeeveeanimatesus]

So....

About the beaver Echo thing...... I have some ideas.

This is a mimic.

Insanely tall tree monsters from an unknown realm. These menaces began terrorizing the poor Beaver Tribe for literally no real reason other than they're not used to others being around and it makes them mad. They usually disguise themselves as unsuspecting trees in the forest, then jump out and attack. But recently, they've started coming full force to the Beaver Lodge and destroying it. They would be fine with this destruction, since it means they’d have to fix things more often, except the members of the tribe are actually getting very hurt during these attacks. Echo, being programmed to protect those who cannot protect themselves, ends up getting fed up with the destruction and acts. His over protective mode kicks in and he fights them off. They begin to leave the beavers alone, but start terrorizing a village near by. Echo hears about their dire situation, and decides to help. After saving the village once, the Mimics return a few days later. So, realizing it's his purpose to help people, he dawns a secret identity, with a costume made by one of the beavers, and gets to work. He eventually runs the Mimics off for good, supposedly, but still vows to keep protecting the area.

And before you ask, yes, this is based off of the Mr. Echo headcannon. Although I no longer believe it, I thought it would still be cool. Except now he's running around with a mask as a force of good, not evil. Also, incorporating little ears on his helmet to match his beaver persona was an adorable opportunity. He has a metal fighting staff that retracts into a small stick. (Like Robin or Catnoir)

Unlike the Mr. E thing though, it's still just Echo being adorable. However, he does prefer not to talk when hes in character. And if he does, it doesn't really matter- cause the helmet kind of warps his voice.

I have an entire story I'd like to tell around this premise, but that'll be for another day.

[iwishiwasbatman]

Masked Love (Part 8)

Pairing- Jason Todd x reader, platonic!Dick Grayson x reader

Warnings- car accident, violence, guns

Summary- Dick and Elana meet a new ally and Dick has a bad accident. Elana believes there may be hope for Jason rejoining the team, but an unfortunate incident might just prove her wrong.

Word Count- 4,092

“Jason knows a Titan how?” Molly asked. She, Gar, and I stood in the middle of her apartment that she had just invited us into.

“We had friends in common,” Gar said, looking at me.

“Had,” Molly echoed.

“Have you seen him lately?” I asked.

“Not in a while. The last time he showed up here, he found a missing kid for me,” she answered.

“And he seemed okay?” I asked.

“Other than the wack suit, yeah. Tip top,” Molly shrugged.

“Jason’s in trouble,” Gar sighed. “We need to find him.”

“And then what?” Molly crossed her arms.

“Some people want him dead. We just wanna help him,” Gar told her.

“I think you do, too,” I said, taking a step closer.

“How does this happen?” Molly muttered. “He was erratic, but he cared. He wakes up one day and he’s just- I don’t even know. It’s like the old Jason died.”

“When Jason came back, was there anything different about him?” I asked. “His voice, the way he walked…”

“Like dead and come back to life different?” Molly scoffed. I had to keep myself from laughing.

“I don’t know, I’m trying to figure this out like you,” Gar said.

“What are you asking me?” Molly shifted.

“We need to talk to him. Fix this,” I said.

“Aren’t you his girlfriend? Why can’t you talk to him?”

“He’s been ignoring me,” I shook my head.

“You two think you’re the people for the job?” Molly asked. Something out the window caught Gar’s attention. Molly and I followed him to the window. In the sky, there was a “T”. I laughed to myself. Maybe Babs decided that the Titans were worth the risk.

“Not just us,” Gar chuckled. “Elana, we have to go. Molly, if you hear anything from him at all, please tell us.”

“Go ahead, Gar. I’ll meet you back later,” I told him. He nodded and headed out the door.

“You know, he talked a lot about you,” Molly said. “You made him better, so I don’t know why he wouldn’t talk to you.”

“He’s overprotective. I think with the trouble he’s gotten himself into, he doesn’t want anyone he cares about getting in harm’s way,” I sighed. “You said he helped find a missing kid?”

“Yeah. He showed up in a weird costume and brought the missing kid back, but something was definitely off.”

“This really helps, you telling us this. It gets us closer to bringing him home,” I told her.

“Do you know what happened to him?”

I bit my lip. “I think he got involved with some people he shouldn’t have. I’m not sure who, but I think it has something to do with drugs,” I sighed. She nodded.

“Bring him back,” she said. “I’ll see if I can get ahold of him. If I can, I’ll tell you.”

“Thank you,” I nodded.

“You’d better go. It seems like the city needs you and your friends,” she pointed out the window.

“I guess you’re right. It was nice to meet you.”

“You too,” she smiled softly. “Maybe after this is all sorted out, I could show you around my part of town.”

“I’d like that,” I smiled. “I’ll see you later.”

—————————

Kory and I walked into the kitchen where Dick had just hung up with Barbara.

“Hey,” Kory greeted him. “I thought you were going to the gala.”

“I am,” Dick said.

“Pregame meal?” Kory asked.

“Have you seen the dinners of those things?” I scoffed. “Chicken the size of golf balls.”

“Dick,” Kory said, handing him a napkin. I snickered at the fact that he had already managed to spill.

“Thanks,” Dick said.

“Enjoying some of our good press?” I asked, looking at the iPad in front of him.

“Barb asked me to look at it,” Dick said. “It’s a “T” in the sky.”

“Yes, yes it is,” Kory laughed. The speaker beeped and Gar’s voice came through.

“Hey, Dick?”

“What’s up?” he responded.

“Someone’s here to see you and Elana,” Gar said.

“I’m heading out,” Dick said.

“I’m not feeling particularly social,” I said.

“No, you’re gonna wanna talk to him,” Gar said.

“Gar, I can’t be late,” Dick sighed.

“He said he knows you’re Nightwing and that Elana’s the Huntress,” Gar said. I could feel the blood drain from my face. The feed was sent to the iPad. There was a kid standing outside, pacing. I looked at Dick with a questioning look and he returned it.

“Who is this?” Dick asked.

“He says his name’s Tim. Tim Drake,” Gar told us.

“Maybe a friend of Crane’s?” Kory suggested.

“That was right after he told me Bruce Wayne is Batman,” Gar said. Dick and I shared one more look and headed to greet Tim.

“I was there,” Tim said as we sat down. “At the beginning, at the end. I went to Haly’s circus to see the flying Graysons the night your parents were killed. You signed it for me before the show. I remember every move you performed. Then one day, I saw Batman and Robin on the news chasing Penguin. Robin did a one-handed meat hook to scale a rain gutter.” He showed us the papers. “A trapeze move only two people in the world could do. You and your dad.”

“So Robin pinched my moves?” Dick scoffed. “I can’t copyright them.”

“Then, the Titans made a splash,” Tim set down a picture of the Titans. “I heard they were good so I started keeping tabs. Guess what? Nightwing also does the same one-handed meat hook. You were Robin then Nightwing.” Tim looked very proud of himself. Dick leaned forward and picked up one of the pictures. “Keep ‘em, I got copies,” Tim said.

“Thank you,” Dick said. I was leaned against the doorframe, smirking. Dick had a fan. “Like I said, stole my moves. Come on, follow me.” Dick stood up, Tim followed, and I followed him. Tim awkwardly waved at me and I smiled back.

“Gothamites we’re treated to a mid-evening declaration that a new sheriff has arrived in town,” the news channel said.

“My dad got shot and the Titans put on a light show?” Tim scoffed. Dick turned off the IPad and grabbed his keys.

“I’m sorry about your dad,” I said, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“It wouldn’t have happened if Batman were here,” Tim said. Dick looked slightly annoyed as he turned around. “You need help.”

“Help?” Dick asked.

“I want to be the next Robin.” Dick stopped in his tracks. My eyes widened in surprise.

“You’re barking up the wrong tree. I appreciate your imagination, but Bruce Wayne is just a philanthropist who’s currently consulting in Europe. And I’m just a former Detroit City cop. And Elana’s a rich gymnast. We don’t wear capes,” Dick said.

“Oh, next you tell me there’s no Batcave,” Tim scoffed.

“Come on, I’ll give you a lift home,” Dick said. I patted Tim on the shoulder and walked past him into the living room. I waited until they were pulled out of the driveway and then hopped on my bike to follow them. I trailed them discreetly so that Dick wouldn’t realize I was trailing him. I followed him through the streets of Gotham until he came to a stop by a sidewalk. I parked back behind the corner and waited for Dick to drive off. Once he did, I rounded the corner.

“Tim!” I called. Tim turned around, looking surprised to see me. I caught up with him.

“Um, hey, Elana,” he said, clearly confused.

“Can we talk?” I asked.

“Sure,” he nodded. We found a bench a little ways down and sat down.

“I know Dick would kill me if I said anything, but you know you’re right,” I sighed. “It’s actually really impressive. There have been people who should be smarter than you that haven’t figured out our identities.”

“Thanks,” Tim smiled.

“Just out of curiosity, how did you figure out who I was?” I asked.

“Well, I figured Dick out first and you two always seemed to be together. From what I could gather about you, getting anything on you was hard by the way, you were always with a Robin, usually Dick. And Bruce took you in after your parents died, who were both superheroes. You’re also a gymnast. A lot of the Huntress’s moves are very gymnast-like.”

I laughed. “Look at you, detective.”

“Even then, I wasn’t sure until I saw the small scar under your ear. One night you were fighting Bane and some of his thugs and your hood caught. It was pulled back enough that I was able to see it. But it was only because I knew what to look for.”

“You are crazy,” I laughed. “I’m seriously impressed.”

“Thanks,” he smiled.

“And about your dad, is there anything I can do?” I asked.

“Not now, no,” he shook his head. “Dick offered, too.”

“If you think of something later, just tell me. I’d be more than happy to help,” I smiled. “Are you staying near here, or…”

“My cousin is just around the corner,” he pointed behind him. “I should probably head that way. It was nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, too, Tim. I’m sure we’ll talk again sometime.” He smiled and waved, jogging off. I smiled to myself. I liked the guy. He would make a good Robin, but I’m not gonna recommend it. Things don’t work out amazingly if you’re a Robin. But you get to meet me, so that’s a plus. I headed back toward my motorcycle when my phone started to ring. It was Babs.

“Hey,” I answered.

“Have you seen Dick?” she asked, panic in her voice.

“Uh, like ten minutes ago. Why? Is something wrong?” I asked.

“I was on the phone with him and we were tracking Jason then he just stopped talking out of nowhere but his call never went off,” she rambled.

“What was his last location?” I asked.

“He was headed toward the south end of Ripley Park. I heard something crash and then he went silent. Elana, something’s really wrong,” Babs said.

“Relax, Barbara. I’m sure he’s fine,” I said. I hopped on my bike and went to go to that street. Just as I did that, an ambulance flew by, lights flashing and sirens blaring.

“Uh, Elana?”

“Yeah, hold that thought and check for any recent 911 calls,” I said. There was a pause before she spoke again.

“Two minutes ago. Someone called in that Dick was hit after pulling out from behind a car,” she breathed.

“Great. Meet me at the hospital,” I sighed, hanging up and taking off on my bike.

—————————

Babs and I found Dick at the hospital in the middle of his operation. It was quick. Dick would be fine, but Babs and I stayed the night just in case. We were sitting with him as the doctor was checking his vitals when he shot awake.

“Morning, sunshine,” I smirked.

“How are you feeling?” Babs asked.

“Like I was hit by a truck,” he groaned. “How was the gala?”

“It was amazing,” Babs said. “I danced my butt off.”

“Liar,” the nurse said. “These two were here ten minutes after you came in. Didn’t sleep a wink.” Barbara laughed softly as the nurse left the room.

“I’m sorry,” Dick mumbled. “I better call home.”

“No need to worry about that,” I said. “I did. Everyone’s worried, obviously, but I told them I had you covered. Actually, when I said that they were even more worried. They relaxed when I mentioned Babs was here, too.”

“Thanks.” Dick gave a small smile.

“It’s quite a spill you took,” Babs said. “You’re luck they paramedics got there so quick. Somebody anonymously dialed 911.”

“I think it was Jason,” Dick said.

“What?” I furrowed my eyebrows.

“Funny,” Barbara said.

“I���m not kidding. He was standing right over me when I was on the ground,” Dick said.

“Babe, you hit your head pretty hard,” Babs started.

“You’re saying Jason was standing over you, but called 911 instead,” I took over.

“He must have lost his nerve. Ran out of drugs. Who knows?” Dick suggested. “He’ll be easier to finish off now.”

“Hey,” I snapped. “Don’t even think about it.”

“Finish?” Babs asked calmly.

“Bruce used to say throw water on a drowning man, what was the deal,” Dick told us.

“Hey, I know that the peaceful way might not have the same “Batman” flourish that you’re looking for, but if Jason wants to end this quietly, then we do that,” Babs said.

“I’m sorry, what?” I chimed in.

“Right?” Barbara asked Dick, ignoring me.

“Right,” Dick said after hesitating.

“How’s your head?” I changed the subject.

“It’s fine,” Dick answered. “Can I get out of here, or what?”

Barbara looked back at an eye chart. “Read the sixth line,” she instructed.

“Jewelry thief, police commissioner, and now optometrist,” Dick joked.

“Humor me,” Babs insisted.

“E, D, F, C, Z, P,” Dick read quickly.

“Good,” Babs said. “Read the eighth line.” Dick looked at it long and hard, with a confused look in his eye.

“D, E, F, P, O, T, E, C,” he finally recited. “Is that good enough for you, doctor. Can I go now?”

“Not quite,” Barbara said. “Soon, though.” She looked down. “Crap. I think I have an 11 o’clock with the mayor.”

“You tell him we’re getting close,” I said.

“Yeah,” Dick nodded. “We’ll wrap this up and give the city back.”

“Whose city will it be then?” Babs asked.

“Yours, of course, Commissioner,” Dick said.

“All right,” Babs sighed. “I’ll give the mayor both of your regards.” She took Dick’s hand. “Be back in a few hours. Don’t go running off.”

“Ew, you two. PDA.” I fake gagged.

“Shut up, Elana,” Dick said. Barbara left as I looked back at Dick.

“So… I’d love to hang around, but I have places to be,” I said, backing toward the door.

“Like what?” Dick scoffed.

“The couch misses me,” I said with a smirk. “I’ll see you later, but if you get hurt again, I’ll kill you myself.”

—————————

I was spinning around in my chair in the Cave while Gar paced, food in his hand. We had run out of conversation topics about fifteen minutes ago. The computer was running a search for Jason, but I knew it wouldn’t work. Jason was too smart.

Finally, something happened. Gar’s phone started ringing.

“Hello?” he answered. He went still.

“Who is it?” I whispered. He didn’t answer.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll tell him. Thank you, Molly.” Then, he hung up.

“Molly?” I asked. “Did she get ahold of Jason?”

“Jason wants to meet with Dick alone in the Townsent Tunnels at six o’clock,” Gar answered.

“Wait, for a fight?” I furrowed my eyebrows.

“No, just Dick. Not Nightwing.”

“Did she say why?” I asked.

“No,” Gar sighed. I nodded. “I’m gonna go tell Dick.”

“‘Kay,” I muttered. Gar headed upstairs and I leaned back in my chair, deep in thought. If I followed Dick, I’d be able to find Jason, who still hadn’t answered my calls or texts. My only problem would be the cameras and other equipment Bruce had installed in the tunnels. Not too hard, but more work than needed. I’d take my chance.

—————————

I waited until Dick left for the tunnels and followed him. I didn’t get too close to him, because he may be easy to tail, but he wasn’t stupid. We finally got to the tunnel entrance and I split off. I sat outside for about five minutes before figuring I could go in. As soon as I rounded the corner, I almost ran into a person and my heart jumped, worried it was Dick.

“Elana?” Tim asked.

“Hey, Tim,” I sighed.

“You looking for Dick?” He pointed behind him.

“Kind of,” I laughed.

“You weren’t supposed to come with him,” Tim realized.

“Yeah,” I said.

“Go. I won’t say anything.” Tim smiled.

“Thanks, Tim.” I waved and ran off into the tunnels. As I walked down the steps, I pulled up my hood and activated a piece of tech I had around my wrist. It would loop any security cameras in a certain radius of me to make it seems like I wasn’t there. And yes, I did steal it from Bruce. As I crept through the tunnels, I heard Jason over the loudspeaker.

“Are you alone?” I assumed he was asking Dick.

“I am. Are you?” I faintly heard Dick respond from the other direction.

“Me and Crane are finished. I’m done killing for him.” I stopped for a second and smiled to myself.

“How do I know that?” Dick asked.

“You saw me standing over you. I could’ve killed you Dick,” Jason said. I kept moving and pulled out my phone to track where the intercom room was.

“What do you want?” Dick asked.

“I want to come home,” Jason said. “Be with my friends, my girl,” I smiled, “be a Titan again.”

“You killed Hank.” Dick’s voice was barely audible now.

“That wasn’t me. That was the drugs talking. Crane talking, too,” Jay defended. “But I’m clean now.”

“You can come home if you give up Crane,” Dick called. I looked back down at my phone to see how close I was. I took a few more turns and found the room. Jason had his back to the door, so I propped myself up against the doorframe and waited until he was done.

“Live in the house?” Jay asked.

“Right in your own bed,” Dick said.

“Meet me at the old Wellington pump station. And Dick? Thank you,” Jason said.

“Of course, you’re family.” Jason hung up the speaker and sighed.

“You’re avoiding me,” I spoke up. Jason jumped and turned around. He let out a breath of relief when he saw it was me.

“You’re gonna give me a heart attack,” he said. “Dick said he was here alone.”

“He certainly thought he was.” I smirked.

“No regard for the rules?” He laughed.

“That’s why you love me. But why are you avoiding me?” I asked, uncrossing my arms and walking up to him.

“I’m not avoiding you,” he said. I raised an eyebrow and he wrapped his arms around my waist. “I’m not.”

“Why don’t I believe you?” I asked.

“I was trying to protect you,” he sighed. “Crane threatened you and I didn’t want you to get hurt.” I hummed.

“Do you realize how cliché that is?” I grinned.

“My bad if I love you.” Jay leaned in and gave me a kiss.

“You really wanna come back?” I asked, looking him in the eye.

“Yeah, I do. I miss my friends, my bed, my girl.” He smiled.

“I bet you do.” I gave him another kiss. “I’m pretty great.”

“You have a bigger ego than me,” Jay laughed. I smiled and went in for a kiss, but the ringing of my phone stopped me. “Every time,” Jason groaned. I scoffed and answered it.

“What do you want, birdbrain?” I answered.

“What’s up with you and your nicknames?” Dick asked.

“It’s fun.” I smirked to myself.

“Team meeting. I need you there. It’s about Jason and him being back on the team.”

“Yup. I’m on my way,” I sighed and hung up. “Dick wants to talk about your request to rejoin the team,” I told Jason.

“You should go, then. You promise to put in a good word for me?” Jay asked.

“Always.” I smiled.

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“You said he could do what?” Kory exclaimed.

“He killed Hank,” Conner said.

“He kidnapped kids. He made that woman snap her own neck!” Kory listed. I looked down and sighed from my spot leaned against the wall.

“We’re just gonna set and extra place at the table?” Conner scoffed. “Oh, hey, Jay. Pass the mashed potatoes.”

“He’s offering to turn himself in and bring in Crane,” Dick said calmly.

“This is crap. You’re forgiving a murderer,” Kory said.

“We need Crane,” Dick said.

“Hold on. What if all the killing was Scarecrow?” Gar pointed out. I nodded in agreement.

“No, he needs to be held accountable,” Dick shook his head.

“You didn’t hold me accountable when Cadmus took me over, made me a killer,” Gar raised his voice. “You guys all took me back. No questions asked. Because we’re family. Jason deserves the same chance.”

“Yeah,” I spoke up. “You all know about what I’ve done. And I did it on my own accord. I was let back in by just saying I wanted to turn myself around. Why shouldn’t that apply to Jason?” Everyone looked around at each other.

“Alright. We bring ‘em both in and after that, we assess the situation,” Dick said.

“I’ve never met the guy, but I’m bullish on second chances,” Blackfire spoke up from the back of the room.

“Batcave, five minutes,” Dick instructed. I went off to the Cave. I started feeling better about the situation between Jason and the Titans. I pulled out my phone to call Jason when Gar stepped in front of me.

“You followed Jason into the tunnels,” he said with a smile.

“How’s you know?” I asked innocently.

“You were gone at six. I’m not stupid. Did you talk to him?”

“Yeah. He said he wants to come home and he misses his friends. And me, but that besides the point,” I laughed.

“Do you think we’ll get him back?” Gar asked.

“You know, I think we will.”

“Elana.” I turned around to see Dick walking my direction.

“I gotta go deal with this.” Gar nodded. “Yeah?” I asked Dick, walking up to him.

“I trust your judgement, so I need you to look at this from an outside point of view,” Dick said. “Would you give Jason another chance?”

“Logically, yeah, I would. Me, Gar, and Kory were all given second chances. And Jason went through the Lazarus Pit, which can change a person, believe me. It just makes the most sense,” I answered.

“‘Kay.” Dick nodded. “But if this goes south, I’m blaming you.” He began to walk away with an amused smirk on his face.

“What?!” I cried, chasing after him.

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We got to the way to the Wellington pump station and stepped out of our collective vehicles.

“This is the place,” Dick sighed. A sharp gunshot rang out through the cold, crisp night.

“That came from over here,” I said. I led the group in the direction of the shot until Conner sped ahead.

“That was Jason!” he called. “There’s someone on the ground!” We ran closer and knelt down beside the form on the ground.

“Tim,” I breathed. He had blood running out of his mouth and looked as if he was trying to speak through the blood filling his lungs. Dick put pressure on his wound and I checked his pulse. “Conner?”

“Looks like the bullet went clean through,” Conner said, his eyes glowing blue.

“Somebody call an ambulance,” Dick ordered.

“I’m on it,” Gar said.

“We need something to stop the bleeding,” I said. Conner grabbed a jacket and handed it to me. I swaddled it tightly and pressed it on his entry wound. “There’s blood in his lungs.” I looked up at Dick. “He’s gonna drown.”

“Paramedics are on their way. Three minutes tops,” Gar announced. Dick zoned out for a second and jumped back to reality the next. I decided not to bring it up due to the situation.

“Hey, Dick, you alright?” Gar asked, kneeling down next to us. He pinched his nose and backed away from Tim. Something wasn’t right.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” he said, not very convincingly.

“Here, take over,” I told Gar. He placed his hands on the jacket to keep pressure.

“Kory and I are going this way,” Dick said.

“We’ll go around back,” Conner said. “You stay here, girl,” he told Krypto.

“I’m going in side entrance,” I announced. I ran in the door to be greeted with darkness and a damp smell. I slowed down and crept around the cramped area. I turned night vision on my mask. There was machinery all around, but no signs of anyone else. I took out my bullwhip and let it dangle behind me as I walked down the stairs.

Before I found anything, a loud boom came from the next room. I rushed through the door to see a pipe with a huge hole in it and Dick and Kory staring down at it.

“This can’t be good,” I muttered to myself.

[chill-mcyt-art-reblogs]

Okay, so in light of all the DSMP play talk, I decided to release the ideas that @rwggrace2 and I worked up a few months ago. To add some silly ideas to the serious, awesome ones going around.

Also, these were part of a conversation so the formatting is a little weird and there are some contridictions. sorry.

"The original cast doesn't actually do the acting except that Tubbo plays himself, but they're all consulting. We only cover the L'manburg arc for time but sequals are in the works. Each actor is also required to fill out a questionaire to make sure they understand their assigned character

The stage is a completely black and bare parkour set around the edges, and a very wide open space in the middle. There are a lot of lightweight black blocks and six bins of assorted props lined up against the back. The cast themselves is in charge of staging scenes and yes I absolutely want and expect props to get horribly mixed up. Aside from iconic moments there are no scripted lines.

It's chaos, it's madness. We reference Sad-ist, Derivakat, Passerine, WolfytheWitch, and other key figures in the fandom. Everyon's costumes are homemade based on the most popular fandom interpretation. Sally appears once and she's played by a normal woman in a salmon costume. 

Someone keeps shedding feathers halfway through and due to the bleeding black paint on the props no one can tell if it's Quackity or Philza. Jump in the Cadillac is added because we will never let cc!Tommy forget. Dream's mask has no eyeholes and everyone else has to position him correctly for scenes. Mumza is there but the only thing she does is sit at the top of the set and eat popcorn.

All of the props are foam, life-sized version of pixalated minecraft tools. For drug van scenes there are twenty bags of flour and a giant book that reads "PEOPLE THAT OWE ME (FOR DRUGS) (THAT I SOLD THEM)"

There is a post-curtain call scene where Ranboo shows up on the stage reading a sign overhead and say "the Dream SMP... well, it can't be that bad." 

Unlike in most real-life productions, being careful around the props and costumes is discouraged. The same costumes are used in the seuel production with no repair. We let Tommy's costume reenact Cast Away to prepare it for it's role in Exile. The venue is a defunct theatre that is rumored to be haunted. It needs to be haunted because Ghostbur will be played by an actual ghost.

To add behind the scenes tension, there will be actual audience voting during the president arc. It's tense because if the audience votes for something other than what happened in the story then the actors have to come up with a reason on the spot for why Schlatt wins anyway.

Besides Jump in the Cadillac, there is one (1) fully choreographed musical theatre moment with a song written by Derivakat and Lin Manuel Miranda (whom we have kidnapped). This musical moment must come at the absolutely most random time in the middle.

At one point during the presidential election George will simply walk off and climb up to a bed placed on a ledge in the set, where he remains for the reminder of the play.

For the opening of the sequel Tommy and Ranboo actually set a house on fire, but for safety and humor reasons it's a small dollhouse. As such George is now a dollhouse doll acted with by the human actor George in a fully black costume. Logstedshire is a taped-off square at the far right of the stage that contains toy version of the cabin, Trnet, Mushroom Henry, and later the tower is built out of LEGOs. The ocean is a baby pool.

The thing is, everyone is expected to give a heart-wrenching performance. Quote me on this but everyone must me "if it was heard in a radio production the audience would be SOBBING."

We play through to the stream where Tommy tells Wilbur what happened in Exile only so when that happens Dream is then played by an anteater. It's a symbolic move to show that Dream is no longer Wilbur's hero. The Egg is a plastic easter egg hidden in one corner.

All of the non-player children are played by stuffed animals. And all the voices for the stuffed animals are done by the parent actors.

Oh and also Charlie Slimcicle is played by the actial Charlie. Mainly because I don't think anyone else could do it like him. He has the most elaborate costume to really play into the slime aesthetic, and it's the only one that is actually treated like a proper stage costume.

The Doomsday scene is a play-by-play of WolfytheWitch's animatic, and it's the token musical scene completely with real dogs.

There is a trained crow to be Brian."