#a lot to me....everything.... to be precise...

[lucifermorningstxr]

"Right... right. Let me just..." Lucifer moved one of his hands to massage away the pressure spot, an expert trick to wear away the marks left in the heat of ecstasy. Maybe if his dear old Dad made that knowledge more widely known, a lot less lovers would be caught purple-necked. Anyway, the loss of the visible mark didn't mean a mark of another type wasn't to be left as Lucifer moved his fingers beneath Chloe's waistband, but only after she'd guided him there himself. With expert precision, he began to work his fingers against her softness, the tender wetness contrasting against his experienced fingers. Even still, something about it felt like the first time as he gave everything he had to his human, his lips still affixed to her neck sans sucking.

The buildup to this moment had been intense, unlike really anything Lucifer had ever experienced in his eons, and that in itself was saying a lot. It was true though, and their entanglement was more than longed for now and always. Chloe's gentle hand at edging was quite literally hitting the spot, and he couldn't help but grind himself into the touch with reflex. Their bedspread somersaults were only just beginning, and even now he couldn't get enough as he nibbled his way to a tender mark on his human's neck. Was it somewhat juvenile? Perhaps, but given that this felt like an authentic first time, the Devil decided it was appropriate. With strategically placed hands on every pleasure point Chloe's body possessed, Lucifer was more than keen to finish her once before they'd even began. He was a man to make it known that some do in fact please their women, and with Chloe, he wanted it to be simply the best. With a true symphony of moans spilling from his lips to her ears, really something to rival the elite choirs of the Silver City, Lucife felt as though he actually was back home right now, only he was with someone he really cared for. Someone he really...

[elyxir1zz]

Sevika x Psychic reader

cw: mentions of age gap, fluff, awkward sevika, non specified reader

so apprently tarot cards are cannon in arcane so this super cute idea came into mind because chapter 8 of between the lines is taking forever

Sevika leaned back in her chair, her fingers drumming idly on the table as she stared at the small trinket shop booth. Gambling had lost its thrill. Sure, it was fun to win, but lately, watching the poor fools cry and beg for their money back just felt pathetic. She needed something different—something interesting.

That’s how she ended up here, in this strange little booth tucked away in the darker corners of the undercity. The place was cluttered with oddities: tapestries depicting eerie murals, shelves lined with glinting trinkets, and an abundance of plants Sevika suspected weren’t real. Plants didn’t thrive in Zaun, not with the toxic air hanging thick and heavy. Still, the shop had a strange charm, though the dim light behind the curtain made it feel more like a stage than anything else.

She was pulled out of her thoughts when the curtain rustled, and you stepped inside. Sevika raised an eyebrow as you smiled and took a seat across from her. She wasn’t sure what she’d expected—maybe someone mysterious, cloaked in shadow, with piercing eyes that could see right into her soul. But you? You were... expressive. Bright. A bit too cheerful for someone working in a place like this. Your jewelry jingled softly with every movement, catching the low candlelight.

“How are you today?” you asked, lighting a candle with a calm, practiced motion.

Sevika blinked, caught off guard by your friendly demeanor. “Uh... good,” she replied, her voice gruff as always.

You nodded, shuffling a deck of cards with smooth precision. The silence that followed wasn’t awkward for you, though Sevika felt the weight of it. She wasn’t used to situations like this—quiet and intimate. She usually thrived in chaos and noise, not... this.

You set the deck aside and held out your hand. “Give me your palm,” you said softly, your tone steady but inviting.

Sevika hesitated for a second. “Oh—” she began, almost offering her mechanical hand before catching herself. Embarrassed, she extended her flesh-and-blood hand instead. It was calloused and worn, a stark contrast to the softness of your fingers as they cradled it.

“Are you okay?” you asked gently, glancing up from her palm.

“Yeah... jus’ never done this before,” she muttered, shifting slightly in her seat.

You nodded knowingly. You already knew who she was—Silco’s right-hand woman. Her reputation preceded her. But as you examined her palm, you found yourself thinking about everything you knew about Silco and his influence over Zaun. You’d never liked him. You were just a kid when Vander died, but even then, you’d known Silco was bad news. His rise to power had only confirmed it, and every time you pulled cards for Zaun’s future, you seemed to draw the Nine of Swords—a card of despair and suffering.

Your fascination with fortune-telling had started when you were young, and though you’d built a career out of it, you couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt. Business was booming in dark times like these. People came to you desperate for guidance, hoping you could offer them protection or answers. But you couldn’t grant those wishes—that was up to the arcane forces that governed this world. Still, you saved up every coin you earned, dreaming of a day when you could leave Zaun behind.

As you studied Sevika’s palm, your fingers traced the lines on her hand. “Do you have a lot of lovers?” you asked, your tone light and teasing.

Sevika flushed, her gaze darting away. “I guess...”

You raised an eyebrow at her response, leaning forward slightly. “You think realistically, with your thoughts straightforward,” you said with a soft giggle. “This also says you’re cautious when it comes to serious relationships.”

You let go of her hand, and Sevika flexed her fingers slightly, the faint blush still lingering on her cheeks. “That’s... that’s fuckin’ creepy,” she chuckled, though there was a note of genuine surprise in her voice.

You smiled and pulled the deck of cards back out, spreading them in a fan-like display across the table. “Pick three,” you said simply.

Sevika nodded, her expression growing more serious. She pointed to three cards, sliding them across the table toward you.

You laid them out in front of her with deliberate care. “This is your past, your present, and your future,” you explained, flipping over the first card.

You flipped over the first card, placing it upright in front of Sevika. The artwork depicted a shadowed figure carrying a heavy bundle of swords.

“The Ten of Swords,” you said softly. “This represents your past—a time of betrayal, pain, and endings. You’ve had to endure things that most people wouldn’t survive. But the card also signifies resilience, Sevika. You’re still here, no matter what’s been thrown at you.”

Sevika’s lips tightened, her mechanical arm resting on the edge of the table as her flesh hand clenched into a fist. “Yeah, sounds about right,” she muttered.

You nodded, not pressing her for more. Instead, you moved to the second card and turned it over.

“The Knight of Pentacles,” you explained, tilting the card slightly so the candlelight caught its detailed image of a knight holding a golden pentacle. “This is your present. It speaks of hard work and determination, but also a sense of duty. You’re someone who gets the job done, no matter what. But...” You hesitated for a moment before continuing, “it also suggests you might be stuck in a routine, going through the motions without thinking about what you truly want.”

Sevika frowned, her expression darkening slightly. “Routine’s all I’ve got,” she said, her voice gruff.

You gave her a small smile, sensing there was more to her story than she let on. “Let’s see your future,” you said, your voice soft but steady. You flipped the final card.

The room seemed to grow quieter as you revealed the image of a towering spire struck by lightning.

“The Tower,” you said, your tone more serious now. “This card represents sudden change, upheaval, and destruction. It’s not an easy card to face, Sevika. It means that something in your life—something foundational—is going to come crashing down. But...” You glanced up, meeting her eyes. “It’s also a chance for rebirth. Sometimes, we have to lose everything to figure out who we really are.”

Sevika stared at the card, her jaw tightening. “So you’re tellin’ me everything’s about to go to shit?” she asked, her voice laced with sarcasm, but there was an edge of unease beneath it.

“Not necessarily,” you said gently. “The Tower isn’t just about destruction—it’s about clearing away what doesn’t serve you anymore. It’s painful, yes, but it’s also an opportunity to rebuild, to start over with something stronger.”

Sevika leaned back in her chair, her gaze lingering on the card. For the first time since she’d walked into the booth, she looked genuinely unsettled.

“You don’t strike me as someone who’s afraid of change,” you added, trying to ease the tension.

She smirked faintly, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Depends on the change,” she muttered.

You gathered the cards and shuffled them back into the deck. “The future isn’t set in stone,” you reminded her. “The cards show possibilities, not guarantees. What you do next is up to you.”

Sevika nodded slowly, her expression thoughtful as she stood up. “Thanks,” she said gruffly, slipping a few coins onto the table before turning to leave.

As she pushed through the curtain, you watched her go, wondering what choices she’d make in the days to come. You couldn’t shake the feeling that her Tower moment was approaching fast, and it wasn’t going to be an easy fall.

[mylucayathoughts]

Taylor is totally meant for modelling. it’s just such a good fit for his lifestyle because it’s low commitment and he can still have his adventures and vacations. 😍I’m glad he’s living the dream even if he had to step away from acting

When people talk about Taylor's modeling, it always reminds me of his GQ MOTY red carpet appearance. He was so effortlessly charming that day.

It's not just his physical features that make him so pleasant to look at. It's the way he speaks, the way he moves, the way he carries himself, it's all very very captivating 🤩. Also, none of it is over the top. Very subtle but also very precise and perfect.

To be honest with you, the things I have read about him, the things he shared about himself, all of those indicate that he has always wanted to act. He has been building his acting career bit by bit over the years. He minored in film and television, took acting classes, closely followed all the good actors while working in his uncles art and set design department. He told his uncle that he wants to establish himself in the industry, that he had no plan B!

Just because we see him vacationing often, doesn't mean he isn't committed to everything he aspires to be. He is always working, learning and networking. He keeps mentioning how he wants to produce now and help bring up the number of Latin representation in Hollywood. You can't produce stuff without connections, without a lot of people behind you, believing in you. All of those happen behind the scenes. He is working on all that I assume while simultaneously working on his acting and modeling projects. Most brand ambassadors have a primary career elsewhere, like in sports or in Taylors case, acting. He is literally living the dream, just in a broader sense.

[theartisticcrow]

I spent a few minutes just using a reverse image search and I think I found the origin. And oh hey would you look at that, it's ai. Because of course it fuckin' is.

I'm genuinely horrified by how precise this fuckin' ai bullshit has gotten. I miss the days of weird fucked up horses that you could tell was obviously ai. Like it's not just a silly, harmless thing.

It takes a lot if energy and resources to make this slop work. It slurps up the entire power grid to make an fake image with no soul, no creativity, and no talent.

Capitalism. Just capitalism in general. Need I explain any further? I'm not exaggerating when I say this shit is leaving people unemployed. It's been happening for a while now. Because big corporations see this stuff and they decide to replace their talented artists with ai so that they don't have to keep paying people money to do their job.

It just sucks the joy and creativity out of everything. It's bland and lifeless. I am an artist. I write and I draw. Believe me when I tell you it's not about the end product. It never was. It's about having fun, being creative, thinking about each intricate detail and colouring in a blank page. The process is the fun part.

I want ai to do my dishes and laundry so that I have time to write and draw. Not the other way round. If you put the time and effort into actually creating your own thing, I think you'll appreciate it a lot more than if it was some piece of ai sludge.

It's theft. It scraps the internet and steals from other works of art all to create a dumpster fire of an image.

Ai is just a waste of resources. It's garbage, it's disgusting slop. How lazy must you be to decide you need a machine to do your hobbies for you? You can learn to draw. I encourage people to learn how to draw. Your age doesn't matter. Just pick up a pencil and don't stop. It's fun. Creating is fun. Even the mistakes are what gives it life. And if you don't want to draw, go find a friend or commission an artist online. It's not that hard. Ai doesn't help anyone, it's just a scourge on humanity.

The Veldt by Ray Bradbury should be required reading at this point for a number of reasons and this is one of them.

"A cadaverousness of complexion; an eye large, liquid and very luminous...finely molded chin, speaking, in its want of prominence, of a want of moral energy." -Edgar Allan Poe, "The Fall of the House of Usher"

(Not my art nor do I know if it's "AI" I just don't give a fuck thanks have a great fucking day!)

[scribbly-artist]

Reminisce

Summary: Vi and Jinx are reflecting on their past life, and their potential new life at the commune. Things can’t be the way they were before, but they could at least try to build something new, right?

Author’s Notes: HELLO YES I SAW ALL THE ASKS. This may be the only time I write them together because trying to find a way to write them without them trying to kill each other was harder than it looked. 😶‍🌫️ But hey, once I got started it didn’t take me too long to write it. They might be a little OOC since I haven’t written much for Jinx and haven’t written for Vi at all yet, but I hope you fellas like it. :)

Words: ~900 | AO3 Link

A light breeze passed through causing a disturbance in the grass. Distant noises such as banging at the blacksmith could be heard from the commune, however other than that slight ambience (and Isha climbing on top of pieces of metal a few metres away), it was quiet in this small section of Zaun.

Jinx and Vi were perched up against a piece of metal no taller than up to their torsos, marked with distant memories that felt like a lifetime away.

They were reminiscing. No arguing or physical fighting for the first time in a long while. They were calm, discussing the past with quiet voices.

“What else do you remember about them?” Vi asked, her fingers touching the faded markings left on the metal.

“I remember cooking with mom… the smell of her cooking always got me excited for dinner,” Jinx let out a sad sigh, plucking out the piece of straw that was in her mouth, letting it fall to the ground. “And I remember dad’s hugs. They always made me feel safe.”

“…we could make this a safe place, y’know.” Vi took a step away from the metal post, the ground crunching under her. “A new safe place. We could stay here and help. Wait for Vander to get better. That’s the least we can do for this guy’s community.”

Jinx didn’t give a response.

“We could start over. No more running away. No more blowing stuff up, no more fighting. We can make it better for us. For her,” She motioned to Isha who was playing over in the distance, oblivious to the conversation. “You want the kid to be safe, right?”

Mentioning Isha pulled at Jinx’s heartstrings. She cared a lot about her. Isha just randomly fell into her lap one day trying to run to safety, after all.

Jinx let out a huff of a laugh. “That’s the first good idea you’ve had in a while,” Jinx finally spoke up, crossing her arms over her chest. “I’m down.”

A small, warm smile made its way to Vi’s face, walking up to Jinx. She held her arms out. “C’mere.”

Jinx didn’t hesitate, going in fast for a hug. She nearly teared up in Vi’s embrace. Finally, maybe they could put everything in their past behind them and truly be sisters again. Vi gave her a tight squeeze, and then let her go. Jinx wiped at the tears budding in her eyes.

“But first, you gotta at least have a smile on your face. Don’t want people to be pushed away from that sad look on your face.” Vi commented with a chuckle, her smile not wavering. Jinx let out a bit of a breathy laugh after she finished wiping her face, a small smile creeping onto it. But that clearly wasn’t enough for Vi.

“You can do better than that. Actually, lemme help.” With lightning fast reflexes that caught Jinx off guard, Vi grabbed onto Jinx’s wrist. Then, she started clawing at Jinx’s side, making the other explode with laughter. Jinx was pulling at her arm, but Vi had a nice, strong grip on her.

“Nohoho, dohohonon’t!!” Jinx nearly shrieked. Isha stopped what she was doing, watching from a distance.

“I remember mom used to tickle us after rough days. Just to see us smile,” Her wiggling fingers climbed up to Jinx’s ribs, turning her laughter into cackles. Vi shook her head and laughed, wanting to tease her sister a bit. “Seems like you’re still as ticklish now as you were when you were little.”

Everything Vi was saying was going in one ear and out the other for Jinx. She could hardly concentrate.

Vi raked her nails gently but precisely up and down Jinx’s ribs. It tickled so bad. Jinx was squirming around so much that she managed to get out of Vi’s vice grip. “OKAHAHAY, OKAY! I’m smiling now!!” Jinx held up open hands in defence and defeat, smiling even bigger than she already was. Though, it wasn’t forced this time. It was genuine.

Vi let out a ‘pfft’, shaking her head once again. Isha came rushing over to them now that the commotion was over. Isha came up to Vi first, the taller one giving her a little pat on her hat.

Jinx let out a huff when her eyes laid on Isha. “And where were you when I needed saving from the Tickle Monster??” She pointed to Isha and then motioned to Vi as she spoke. Isha simply shrugged, a smug smile forming on her face.

“C’mon, let’s go see how Vander’s doing. And try to help out wherever we can to repay the people here.” Vi began to walk off, leaving Jinx and Isha alone for a few paces.

“At least you knew I wasn’t in real danger. Thanks for not runnin’ up to try to bite her this time.” Jinx whispered to Isha, who nodded. They both made a start to follow Vi who was a bit ahead of them walking back to the commune.

Things won’t be like they were before. But at least they could rebuild and start turning over a new leaf to potentially being sisters again.

They can take it one day at a time.

[itsnesss]

hi can you do an axel fan fic where reader and axel they have a pre established realtonship they were in the competition and they were both captains For the iron dragons and they go against Miyagi-Do in the Captain war and Axel and reader took down Miyagi-Do making them look bad. Thank you so much

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬' 𝐰𝐚𝐫 | axel kovacevik × fem!reader

summary | the request

warnings | fluff, romance, intense competition, fighting, physical confrontations, mild physical affection

word count | 1.1 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

The roar of the crowd echoes like an endless wave. Around you, the shouts, applause, and chants blend together, forming a cacophony that should intimidate you, but instead, it fills you with adrenaline. There you are, in the center of the tatami, with Axel by your side. Both of you wear the Iron Dragons uniform, the captains of your dojo, and the last ones standing in this battle of captains.

In front of you, Sam and Robby from Miyagi-Do are ready to fight. The intensity in their eyes says it all. They're not here just to win; they're here to defend the honor of their dojo, to prove that calm and precision can defeat strength and ferocity.

But you know something they don't. You and Axel are more than strength. You're more than passion. You're an unstoppable team, and today you'll prove it.

Axel throws you a sideways glance, the one that always manages to calm you, even if only for a second.

"Ready?" he asks, his voice low but firm.

"Always," you reply, returning his smile.

The referee raises his hand and signals.

"Begin!"

The fight erupts with an energy that makes the tatami beneath your feet vibrate. Sam advances toward you with swift, fluid movements, while Robby charges toward Axel with a precision that only years of training can bring. You focus on your opponent, blocking everything else out.

Sam throws a combination of strikes that you barely manage to dodge. Her technique is flawless, and for a moment, you wonder if you're underestimating her. But then you remember who you are. You've trained for this. You've overcome challenges that others would have considered impossible.

"Not bad," Sam comments, a slight smile on her lips as she steps back.

"Same to you," you reply, quickly spinning to launch a kick that she blocks just in time.

The sound of strikes fills the air, a symphony of strength and strategy. You know Sam is sizing up your moves, looking for an opening. But you're doing the same, and when she throws a high kick, you seize the opportunity to strike her with a direct blow to the torso.

Sam steps back, surprised by your speed, but doesn't give up. She returns with a swift spin and throws a punch aimed at your head. You dodge it by a hair's breadth, feeling the wind from the strike rush past your face.

"Is that all you've got?" you say with a provocative smile.

She scowls, clearly irritated by your remark, and that gives you the advantage you need. The distraction is enough for you to advance with a combination of punches that forces her back to the edge of the tatami.

As you fight Sam, you can't help but glance over at Axel. You see him facing Robby, both caught in an intense exchange. Axel blocks a kick from Robby and counters with a body hook that forces Robby to retreat. Even amidst the chaos, you can't help but feel a surge of pride watching him fight with such strength and determination.

Robby tries a surprise attack, but Axel dodges it with ease, something only someone like him could do. With a fluid move, he knocks Robby to the ground and pins him for a moment before Robby manages to free himself.

Axel throws you a quick glance and smiles, as if to reassure you that everything is under control. And it is. It always is when you're together.

Back in your fight, Sam attempts a sweep, but you jump just in time and counter with a spinning kick that hits her in the side. She stumbles, and you know this is your chance. You move quickly, taking her down with a move that pins her to the ground.

"Point for Iron Dragons!" the referee calls, and the crowd erupts in cheers.

You don't have time to celebrate. You turn toward Axel just in time to see him take Robby down with a flawless move. Axel pins him, making sure he can't get up.

Robby struggles to free himself, but Axel doesn't budge. Finally, the referee raises his hand.

"Point for Iron Dragons!"

The place explodes in applause and cheers. You've won. You've both won.

Axel quickly stands up and runs toward you, his face lit up by a smile that could melt even the coldest ice. Before you can react, he wraps you in a hug and lifts you off the ground, spinning you in the air.

"We did it!" he exclaims, his voice full of excitement.

You laugh, still recovering from the adrenaline, and when he finally sets you down, you look him in the eyes. His hands stay firmly on your waist, as if he never wants to let you go.

"You're amazing," he says, his voice softer now.

"You are too," you reply, and before you can think twice, you lean toward him.

The kiss is everything you could have imagined and more. It's gentle but full of emotion, as if you're both sharing everything you feel for each other in that moment. The crowd erupts in applause and cheers, but you hardly hear them.

When you finally pull away, Axel looks at you with that smile you know is just for you.

"That's my girl," he says loudly, as if he wants the whole stadium to know.

You feel your heart swell with pride and happiness. Not just because you've won, but because you've done it together. And as the crowd continues to cheer, you know one thing for sure: together, there's nothing you can't achieve.

[astralwukong]

// cw negative

skip if u don't want bad vibes i guess?? also i'll delete later.

sorry i need to let it out because if i don't do it now it will happen tomorrow and ruin my enjoyment of the finale.

im gonna need to unfollow some ppl on the bird app after tomorrow... some worry so much over the future of rwby which in turn makes me extremely anxious and expecially if its crwby people bc my head goes "if they don't feel like it will get renewed we are simply FUCKED".... of course they don't mean anything bad by it, they are fans just as much as us and i totally get them gosh knows if i do!! but im umh, divergent. and i genuinely feel sick at the mere thought that this could have been the last volume or that WB will mess up future ones. i genuinely feel like throwing everything away and cry. so i need to stay as far away as possible from the thought bc i fear the effects it has on my well being and mood in the short term at least. hope this makes sense 😞

my two worst fears are a) not getting renewed and b) renewed but fucked over like genlock...new crew new writers and nothing left of the original

and like even if the writers stay the same...all the animators are actually gone. this is just.....heartbreaking. they were the heart of this show, they cared, they knew these characters better than anyone else and contributed to creating their physical and emotional gestures and characteristics over years of work. v10....is gonna be so so different in many ways. it can be a good thing too. but as of now i can only see the negatives of it. not to mention all these wonderful people who have lost their jobs and some even bitterly so. it is......it makes me feel sick.

hopefully i won't make similar posts after tomorrow but i need to tell you, i've been on the verge for two weeks now so uhm if i talk about this again it will be tagged as #negative if you want to filter it. i just really hope we don't have to wait until RTX to get news on V10 bc i don't know if i can handle the stress......i can worry over how v10 is even gonna be like after we get confirmation that its happening...

[dadrielle]

I am sorry my tags about the fire came across as accusatory or weaponized; that was not my intention. I thought the middle tag which you left off, #maybe they kinda wanna just chill rn, made it clear that I was just acknowledging there was an extra reason they probably didn't want to get deep this time. I was not saying that you do not care about the fires, nor was I saying I think that's why people asked the less deep questions. The reason I didn't put it in the post itself was in fact because as you said, it's not really relevant to a general critic of the show format. It just felt weird to me not to nod to the fact that that happened and was affecting the crew quite a bit, so that was me doing that. Sorry.

I am glad to hear that the post wasn’t intended to be about Cole. I did read some of your other posts before replying to this one, and I did also find the kids question cringe and unfortunate, cuz like, why does the gender of their kids matter even slightly? Gross, really. It was not obvious to me that this post was intended to only be about that, though, and I do think some of my points stand here, because when you say this (bolded emphasis mine on the second bit):

"the bleed over of fanon is depressing"

and

"a lot of you are showing your asses in terms of how you don't actually gaf about the characters or the story the players have chosen to tell."

it implies that you are talking about many things that you consider to fall into that category of fanon bleedover. Given that the kids question isn't even a fanon thing (as fanon is usually a thing a lot of people subscribe to) so much as one person asking a cringe question (to validate their individual headcanon), it is not at all obvious to me that's what you meant in the OG post.

And logically when follow that up with this in the same post:

"that's what you wanna ask about? it's selfish, honestly."

it sounds like you are also applying that to everything that fits into the category of fanon bleed over.

This is what I meant by splash damage. I am glad my assumption that this was about the glasses question was wrong but I don't think it is unreasonable to look at it and think that's what you're talking about. I do not think I was the only person who read it and thought that. If you say something is lame and that lame questions are selfish, people who ask questions you find lame are going to think you are calling them selfish whether that is your intention or not.

I dunno man, I tried really really hard to make it clear that I understand your frustration and share much of it, that I think it's valid to not like that kind of stuff in Q & As, and I tried really hard to provide context for what I was saying and to avoid coming across as super accusatory. I straight up just hate live Q&As as a thing, personally. Con Q&As make me wanna sink into the floor. Maybe my wordiness here is part of the problem; I know I overdo it when I am trying to be precise about what I'm saying. That’s a me problem. But I commented because we are in the same community and this felt harsh and I wanted to talk it out because that feels healthy to me. And now I know you did not mean this to be about Cole, so I do think that is a worthwhile thing to get out of talking directly. I did not respond because I'm hating on you; I did not say you're a bully. But if you are consistently having people say that they feel like you're coming for them when that's not your intention, I would consider whether you should try temper that brashness for the sake of clarity and not hitting people in the crossfire.

Anyway, yeah, if we wanna talk further, I do think DMs makes sense. I didn't actually see this second reblog until I had written most of this and I did want to clarify wrt to the tags publicly which is why I am posting this despite the DM invitation above.

I hope you enjoyed last night's episode. Have a good one.

I shouldn't be surprised by the fireside chat being the state it was, seeing as I don't follow any CR themed blogs myself or really go into the tags because I find it frustrating but still, the bleed over of fanon is depressing and a lot of you are showing your asses in terms of how you don't actually gaf about the characters or the story the players have chosen to tell.

I love my au's, I love my headcanons, I love my not quite canon ships, but they're for me and the people who chose to enjoy them if they want to. and what makes creating those things more fulfilling is trying to really be true to the character it's about, otherwise just go play with OCs

this will be my last salty post on the matter (guess we'll see) but man, the timing? all of this crazy shit is going on, it is well established that the audience is frustrated with how little downtime we've had with these characters and getting to see those long rest bonds we got to enjoy with previous campaigns, 4SD is over, and that's what you wanna ask about? it's selfish, honestly.

[mutable-manifestation]

Ghost Chirps AU Part 5

Part 1 & 2

Part 3

Part 4

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While “Jason” (i.e. Alfred with an empty jet that Jason will meet up with later in order to “arrive” in Amity) hops a private jet, Red Hood is busy searching the Fenton home from top to bottom.

The local police move slowly, and by the time they arrive Jack and Maddie Fenton are both tied up and disarmed in their living room under heavy guard.

They hadn’t been restrained immediately, Batman talking him into giving them a chance to implicate themselves first.

Hood let him take the lead, but he didn’t even get a chance to ask a question, being cut off at the first indication he might want to talk about their “work.” Less than 60 seconds in, and the pair had outright confessed to violating the meta protection acts - and in tedious detail.

The questioning didn’t suffer any from them being tied up.

Far from the mulish silence or crocodile-tear laden denial of most criminals, they instead doubled down, insisting that nothing they had done was illegal, then jumping to the assumption that they were “possessed” - and boy had it been a nasty surprise when the whole house came alive trying to attack them with a quick verbal command.

Well, trying to attack Hood. And only him, for some reason.

One laser also freed the Fentons, who turned out to have even more weapons built into their suits. 

Somehow. 

Despite them being skintight.

That had been a pain, but Red Robin was able to hack the system using one of the couples’ own devices while Hood dodged - and kept the stray fire away from the others - leaving everyone else to recapture the pair. A blessedly simple task once they found out the lasers would splash harmlessly off of their armor (save for a gross film of green goop left wherever they grazed).

They take turns knocking each unconscious to change them in order to properly disarm them - Batman and Nightwing taking Jack first, followed by Orphan and Spoiler dealing with Maddie. 

The only non-weapon laden clothing they own turns out to be pajamas. 

This is around when the police show up, looking hesitant.

They, too, cite the “Anti-Ecto Acts.”

Oracle had debriefed them on the supposed Acts and “Ghost Investigation Ward” on their short drive over. Both were utterly bogus - the Acts had never even been proposed, let alone been approved as law, and the so-called “GIW” had no ties to the government.

The Fentons had been furious and denied the information intensely when told, but the cops mostly just looked relieved.

Apparently there’d been a lot of property damage by the GIW and Fentons both that had supposedly been dismissed under the Acts as “necessary in the pursuit of ecto-scum.”

For the Fentons, half of this damage was in the form of broken fire hydrants, cracked sidewalks, and totaled cars - they’d never been good drivers, before, the cops disclosed, but they’d become even more negligent since the ghosts began appearing, to the point they had to have a news segment warning when they would be on the road.

The lack of fatalities thus far had been nothing short of a miracle, they claimed.

“Of course there haven’t been any fatalities!” Mrs Fenton defends. “Our work is to protect people from those things, not make more! Officers, listen to reason-” Hood snorts disdainfully -”The Red Hood is clearly a ghost! All our systems targeted him the moment they came online - and they only target ecto-entities. He’s clearly taken these heroes under his sway - why else would they be working with a murderer!? You have to do something before he starts up his killing here in Amity!”

The officers look at him a bit hesitantly, but Batman is unmoved and gives the cover story Hood had outlined back in the alley.

Any concerns the locals have are quickly assuaged.

But for the whole explanation, Jason is trying not to shake even as he falls apart in place.

Their little website called them ghost-hunters, making it pretty clear what “ecto-entities” meant. 

Their system supposedly only targets ecto-entities.

The system had only targeted him.

The system only targets ghosts.

Jason had died.

A lot of his family members had died, too, granted. 

But Jason was the only one who seemed to come back wrong - anger sticking in his throat and never quite fading, an inclination towards violence even when he wasn’t angry well beyond what he’d ever felt before, and a sea of other emotions (that he would never acknowledge aloud) and triggers for those emotions that he always struggled to make heads or tails of.

He doesn’t have the meta gene. He knows that. He knew that.

He just assumed that the test missed it, because he knows he doesn’t know magic - the All Blades being the only exception - and he couldn’t think of another explanation at the time.

But he came back wrong.

And as he stands there, he wonders if he came back at all, mind on Solomon Grundy.

Wonders if he isn’t just some ghost, wandering around possessing his own corpse.

He jolts, as the thought strikes him: what about Danny?

If he’s a ghost and chirping is a ghost thing then what about his KID!?

Absently, he notes that Bruce has started interrogating the cops on what they meant by “ghost attacks.” 

He ignores the discussion, hustling for the door in the kitchen down to the lab.

He slams and locks the door behind him - in Red Robin’s face - as he descends, making a b-line for the computer he’d seen when the Fentons had dragged them all down there to start bragging about their crimes.

The only thing Oracle could get out of the whole building was things that were openly available online; direct connections were impossible.

Opening up the screen, he gets to cracking.

Going for the surface level files first, it turns out he doesn’t even need so much as a password to find what he wants.

One of the video game sub-files has an unrelated file in it: ghost notes.

There are plenty of other notes, of course, but he’d only been skimming to start, looking for anything hidden.

The Fenton parents were too open to bother, of course, with plenty of more obvious files strewn haphazardly across the home screen, but it’s always better to check. That there is a hidden file means it was likely made by either Danny or Jazz.

And it’s a treasure trove.

Sub-files for rogues, allies, conditional allies, and “halfas” were what greeted him.

The last being the only term he didn’t recognize, he clicked.

6 files: Clones, Danny, Dani, Dan, Vlad, and Red Hood.

He clicks his own file.

What greets him is a picture of himself 4 days ago, looking just to the left of the lens in an alley that he distinctly remembers searching for the kid in.

Just below is text.

~~~

??? Name: Red Hood

Species: probably a halfa

Status: Nnnneutral? I think? I know, I know, heads in bags. But Valerie tries to kill me all the time! And we’re allies sometimes! Hood- uh- looked for me? Okay I guess I can’t really judge this yet but please read the first met section before you judge please you guys?

First met: Aug 17, 2005, was in Gotham to bother Batman, stopped to think a bit on some fire escape - decide on the first prank yknow - but then my ghost sense went off. It felt like a halfa so I thought “oh cool, must be Dani” so I chirped, but then Red Hood - who was chasing some guy down an alley at the time - froze and looked around. I dropped visibility and chirped again and yeah, he definitely heard it. Humans can’t so he’s definitely a halfa - no glow so he can’t be a full ghost and it felt nothing like an overshadowing. 

Ended up following Hood around the rest of week - forgot to prank Batman, damn - and playing hide-and-seek with the chirps. It was really funny. But he very obviously doesn’t know he’s a halfa. But the guy is, like, scary levels of smart, so I’m sure he’ll figure it out on his own now that the chirp thing made it clear that something is up. Hopefully.

I figure I can go back in winter break - he should have it figured out and let his emotions process enough by then to at least hear me out when I explain the AEA and GIW and everything, then it won’t matter so much if he can, like, track me by voice or something if I talk since we’ll have MAD by then.

Despite his reputation, the people living in his haunt seem to love the guy. I can see why. On top of the whole smart he’s actually really nice to people he’s not shooting in the knees (which only even happened one time in the week I was there? It was actually pretty relaxing - most quiet week I’ve had since the portal opened THANK YOU TUCKER for hacking the portal hatch to be inoperable for a week). 

Where was I? Oh yeah, he’s actually surprisingly nice to people? So like, I think he’ll probably hear me out if I go back and be polite? I hope. Hate to leave the guy in the dark and him end up on the GIWs dissection table for “lots and lots of painful experiments.”

Not that those guys could even catch the Box Ghost. But uh, Hood doesn’t seem to have powers either? Or if he does he doesn’t know about them I don’t think - he only used the chirp the whole time I was their - not even to cheat with moving around.

Seriously. That guy's acrobatics could make Freakshow’s contortionist green - er, red??? - with envy. Actually wait, aren’t contortionists and acrobats different things?

SAM NOTE: help^?

Powers: 

?

~~~

Jason leans back, breathing deeply.

“Not a full ghost,” “not 'overshadowed'” - a term that sounds likke some kind of cousin to possesision - “definitely a halfa,” “humans can’t hear chirps.”

Halfa. 

Half. 

Ghost. 

Half Ghost.

It should sound absurd - you can’t be half alive and half dead.

But Jason has seen the Lazarus pits, has met Solomon Grundy, has met aliens and bullshit magic and can pull magical swords out of his own damn chest.

Half alive. Half dead.

Hopefully not just a fancy way to say possessing his own corpse.

He doesn’t have time to deal with every file - he’ll “confiscate” one of their USBs with a copy of everything for himself before leaving the rest to Batman & co, of course, minus the halfa files (a small part of him wants to shove his condition in Bruce’s face and demand he kill the clown again even though he knows it’s a futile hope, but the rest - the same part that snapped and denied and refused to say he was a meta less that a day ago now - cannot stomach the thought of even more rejection. Of a Bruce that believes he’s a monster. Of a Bruce that mourns him even while he’s right there. Or at least, more than he already does.) - but while the files copy he take the time to look at Danny’s.

The image has two people, Danny Fenton on one side and a version of the kid in a black hazmat suit with white hair, tanned skin, and painfully familiar green eyes. And floating.

~~~

Human Name: Danny Fenton

Ghost Name: Danny Phantom

Species: Halfa (half-human, half ghost)

~~~

It’s the section after that that makes Jason’s breath catch in his throat.

~~~

Death: The Portal Accident

So like, there was no audio (thank GOD I do not want to hear myself screaming) so. Details: When the portal didn’t work when they plugged it in mom and dad left for fudge, Jazz went to try and talk them into a more realistic career choice than ghosts. Sam and Tucker came over and Sam dared me to climb in and check it out - it was broken anyway so no harm. Except it wasn’t broken, just that my parents put the on button inside. Which I caught myself on when I tripped on a wire.

Anyway, electrocution! 

(T - Danny for the love of god be more serious, the cheerful tone is creepy)

(D - Hey! I’m the one who died! Shouldn’t I at least get to write my own epitaph)

(S - …Danny this is not an epitaph. You don’t even HAVE a grave)

(D - wow way to rub it in Sam)

(T - yeah Sam)

(S - ugh! Whatever, just stop with the chatting in official files)

(T - “official”)

(S - Tucker.)

(T - shutting up now)

Electrocution! I got zapped to death, but the ectoplasm from the portal was also opening up on top of me and a lot got bonded to me I guess (S - probably because of the electricity with how you ended up with some of Vortex' powers for a little while) at the same time said electricity was reviving me? - probably getting my heart beating again or something, I was a little busy screaming to pay attention (T - yeah okay we're going to Nasty Burger after this. And playing Doomed) - not that it would’ve mattered without the ghostification preventing me from melting me all the way to death.

Status: Me!

Powers:

Chirps! (ghost echolocation of some kind! humans can't hear em - halfas can, of course, in either form)

Form Change (really Sam? This barely counts)

Human form

Ghost form (no need to breathe)

Flight (last clock speed 210mph) (T - and climbing. Dang dude)

Invisibility (S - don’t forget shareable.) (Shareable. sigh)

Intangibility (Shareable)

Ecto Rays (eyes & hands) (T - and butt) (D - dude! I’m deleting that. Tucker why can't I delete it. TUCKER) (T - bow down in awe of my ksill) (S - ksill) (D - ksill) (T - yeah okay it’s permanent now) (D - aw man!)

Ghost Sense (S - why do we never test your range?) (D - no need? They always make themselves obvious or are being sneaky specifically to annoy me so *shrug*) (S - I still think we should test it)

Power Absorption (that time with Vortex’s weather powers)

Cryokinesis (Wayyyyy to much ice. NOT testing max output on that) (T - yeah frozen city was enough, let’s not cause an ice age. Tech needs some cool but too much is still bad and I just upgraded Patricia)

Ghostly Wail (cone of destruction, very exhausting - always at max output. Not to be used)

GHOST FORM ONLY (but really just never)

Cartoon Body (D - what???) (S - Freakshow literally turned you into a puddle and you just turned back and were fine. I don’t know what else to call that) (D - okay fair. but:)

GHOST FORM ONLY

Physical Enhancement (better strength, speed, stamina, durability, reflexes, balance, etc much better than human) (T - why does this look like dnd knockoff stats haha)

GHOST FORM ONLY (S - obviously mr last place in PE)

Resistances (pretty solid on the overshadowing, avoided being taken in by Ember until targeted, didn’t get turned to stone during the Medusa thing) (S - which was pure luck! Be careful!)

Ecto Electricity (ghost stinger, but I really don’t think this counts Sam. I mean I just. Make my ecto zappy. But it’s still just ecto) (S - so is your ICE and you don’t just call that "just cold ecto") (D - fine, but it feels overly specific) (S - maybe writing it all down will make you stop. Forgetting. POWERS!) (D - come on Sam that was a lucky hit! I was distracted! And it turned out fine!) (S - Fenton…) (D - oop okay doing fire now)

Ecto Fire (made Dash’s shoes melty that one time by make the ecto hot) (T - really needs more testing)

Tech possession (chasing Technus into computers, not very tested)

Ghost form only, i guess?

Overshadowing (control people, copy their voice, invade dreams - the control one erases the person’s memory so they don’t know they were overshadowed just lost time. I hate Walker. SO much) (T - rip Danny’s reputation, you’ll be missed)

Probably ghost form only

Duplication (T - That’s optimistic) (D - I’M WORKING ON IT OKAY!?) (S - pretty sure it just falls under cartoon body until you can actually separate) (D - :( betrayal)

Probably ghost form only

More? (D - ugh I hope not) (T - hey don’t say that, maybe you’ll get a power to make the JL give a crap about Amity) (D - honestly I’m getting pretty close to letting Boxy loose in Gotham) (S - Danny, don’t stoop to their level!) (D - it's only box ghost!) (T - I mean he has a point)

~~~

Jason changes his mind, seeing the commentary, and deletes the entire hidden file from the computer as soon as his copy is made. He can go over everything and bring any important info to Bruce separately, the bat’s can just chew on the parents’ files for now.

Once the original files are thoroughly and irretrievably removed he pockets his shiny new USB, makes a second one with all the official files, and heads back up and out - carelessly brushing past a thoroughly irate Red Robin with a pair of firemen and broken jaws of life. And not a scratch on the door; impressive - just in time to get Oracle’s text that he’s got 2 hours and 16 minutes to be at the location on his HUD so he can “arrive” to Amity.

And a fresh set of civilian clothes will be waiting in the plane, Alfred as reliable as ever.

“Files,” he says, tossing the safe USB to Batman and interrupting his interrogation of the police officer.

He catches it effortlessly of course, but the officer stops paying attention to him to jolt at Hood’s reappearance - even outside of Gotham his reputation is fierce.

“I sent a copy to myself. I’ll review them and give you an overview, but other than that consider this the end of my involvement in this little shitshow,” he says, continuing smoothly to the door. “I’m heading back to Gotham.”

Now, he has a little over two hours before Jason Todd needs to arrive in Amity Park. He only needs to lay hands on a laptop that he can isolate from Babs’ influence and he should be able to review the Halfa files in full before he "lands" - after he figures out just why the kid has a grudge against the JL.

[simpjaes]

thinkin im the only person who has seen the tiktoks of this person analyzing kpop idols astrology charts and she said that if u wanna date sunghoon, you have to really love sex 😭

i don't rly pay attention to other people reading charts because i read charts myself and sometimes I can tell these people are just pulling stuff out to make the stans go insane and/or exaggerating things. charts do say a lot about love and sexuality though. KJHFDSKJ i haven't read sunghoon's yet so I can't really say they're wrong. After all, a few people who have read for Jake were pretty spot on. bro is a horn dog fr. contrary to belief tho, he's dominant and a lil bit insane ... he is not the subby lil loser man we want him to be. for legal purposes that is just a general view of what I have read myself lmfao do NOT take it as 100% fact jfsdkjhfkjsdfds

[madaqueue]

SNOWED IN ✧ QUINSU

twelve days of selfshipmas ✧ day six ✧ snowed in

cuddling, baking, movies in bed, watching the snow fall

quinn: babyyyyy come back to bed

suguru: i have to take the cookies out, my love

quinn: but it’s so cold without you :((

suguru: …i guess they could wait one more minute

(we burn the cookies, laugh about it, and make another batch)

[kindnessoverperfection]

ADHD really does put everything at equal levels of importance, huh? Like I'll have an email I need to write that'll take maybe 10 minutes, and getting that done will alleviate 6 months of stress. Then I'll notice a sock on the floor I need to put away. Then I'll get the strong conviction that it's up to me to cure cancer. And my brain will tell me that I need to do all of them at once, start and finish them all in the time span of 0 seconds, and my executive dysfunction will throw up its hands and do none of the above.

[skylarbee]

you can poke your head behind the mountain peak, don't have to mean that you've gone into hiding

[astralhope]

While I was rewatching the first Zexal episodes, I noticed something interesting: aside from stuttering his name the first time they met, Yuma never referred to Astral by his name until episode 6. He only referred to Astral as “ghost”, “spirit”, or “this guy”, or simply “you” when talking directly to him. At the beginning of episode 5 Yuma is saying to Kotori and Testuo that Astral had repeatedly told him the day before to call him Astral. Furthermore, since Kotori and Tetsuo didn't have any idea that Astral had a name, shows that Yuma had never said his name while they were around.

I don't think that being called like that was a bother to Astral initially, (he wasn't even sure that Astral was his name when he crashed on Earth), but, probably, after knowing the name of the place he was from (and that he had a mission to fulfill), he started to have a more strong sense of himself and wanted Yuma (who was the only person who could see him) to call him by his name (and also wanting Yuma's friends to use his name and not calling him “ghost”).

In this scene, Yuma says Astral's name, but he is just repeating what Astral had said to him.

The first time Yuma calls Astral by name properly and directly to him is during episode 6, after Tokunosuke took control of Leviathan Dragon and Astral's condition worsened. And after that, he calls Astral's name two more times, trying to get him to answer.

Astral, instead, tries to use Yuma's name from the start... with poor results.

But in the next episode, when talking to himself, he refers to Yuma with his correct name (while Yuma calls Astral a ghost or similar even when he was talking to himself).

Astral calls Yuma with his correct name for the first time during episode 3, when he tells Yuma to duel against Mr. Ukyo because he has a Number.

It's kind of ironic that it took more than one episode to make Yuma and Astral say the other's name, seeing how the more the show progresses, the more these two end up screaming each other's name.

[kyouka-supremacy]

Well.

[simcardiac-arrested]

zavijava info PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!!!! PLEASEEEEE ZAVIJAVA COME HOME ... PLEASE .... umm um um ill tell you about umm . tma au im making for nastya if u tell me about her .PLEASE!!!!!!!

so she is definitely a star of some kind. i mean she is an angel but in that story in particular The Stars are kind of angels. like they’re otherworldly beings and they jus kinda hang out. cosmically. it’s a different dimension separated from the human one but like, obviously stars still exist for humans, they just don’t do anything crazy because the rules of the world dictate that their realities shouldn’t interact. angels can observe the other world from far up above yet they still exist on a different level. But tbh zavijava had never enjoyed the otherworldly ethereal whatever lifestyle—she just didn’t feel like she fit in there. she is a #1 humans fan though so she knows that’s where she’d fit in. so she does just that. she fits in perfectly :) and normally :) yay :)