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currentfandomkick · 2 months ago

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So. Reincarnated!Danny and Tim has taken over my brain. And the trans headcannons for both Tim and Danny, and Kitty and Johnny resulted in what’s below. Debating calling this the RookAU as i like that for Tim’s future solo identity, and color palette wise it reminds of phantom.

Toddler-adjacent Tim with ghosts, Constantine and decent parents below in fic form

Tim was used to seeing people others ignored. The nice lady in the pearl necklace and the pretty green pendant that matches her ring. She’s always with this nice biker who checked Tim over whenever he fell and said he was “a doctor before i kicked the bucket again,” while doing a reflex and booboo check.

The pair had a habit of staying around his neighbors and hovering around a Tim a lot.

No one else said high to them. The biker said its because his shadow was bad luck, but Tim saw it wrap around Batman and Robin before and go through bad guys who stopped fighting as good in a bank robbery before. The biker’s shadow is really a big helper and chooses what type of luck you get.

He’s not sure if the biker worked that out—the one with the 13 on his bike and wore the green skull necklace—there are a lot of bikers that drive through people but no one gets hurt-hurt.

Tim drew a lot of the ignored people in crayon. Some were bleeding but Mr. 13 told him they’re stuck like that as ‘Thats how shades are’ and ruffled Tim’s hair.

Sometimes the pair visited instead of only seeing him when his parents let him go to boundary by their properties. It’s nice, but they’re very weird about names, and Tim.

The woman told him she has a few names, and so does her husband. She said Tim could give them names too! Having a lot made you safer and stronger.

The biker calls her “kitty” a lot so she has to be a Catherine, but sometimes she’s “Martha” too. Tim didn’t like the idea of using the biker’s names for her.

She calls the guy Johnny a lot, Thomas and Tom. Tim doesnt know which is their middle names or what crimes they did to use those all the time, but they’re really nice to him! He’s pretty sure he likes being Mr. 13 too!

Sometimes they mention they knew him “before you went round two, little man!” but they don’t call him the name he went by, as “you and your uh, cousin I think you two decided on? Shared a name and your old one was real close to it. So not the best thing to call you that little man.”

Tim chose his name for himself, and Mommy and Daddy got it changed everywhere. No one needs to know, just like no one will know since Mommy and Daddy are very sneaky and are teaching him to be sneaky!

He was still debating if Kitty Martha and Johnny Tom would like to be Miss Pearl and Mr. 13…

The two murmured he needed to be careful about which people he noticed, especially if they were blue or green, or if other people didn’t see them. ‘Shades’ can be tricky and Tim is little enough they can do a lot of damage, according to Pearl.

But the parade of people at home made it hard. There were other people in and out of the various houses he grew up in that his parents and others ignored. Mom called them his ‘imaginary friends’ when he saw them on the street. But they pretend not to see servants and the help too.

Pearl. he liked that for her; Martha Kitty Pearl. She followed him when he left the house and shooed the others away. Sometimes Pearl blew a kiss and a bunch of shades were gone!

Johnny Tom 13’s shadow buddy cursed people sometimes. Mostly it made their phone work worse. Shadow likes cheezits.

Dad thought it was a little funny, feeding the ‘Shadow’ and giving it to the wrong spots. Shadow didn’t care, but Pearl and Johnny didn’t like it.

Dad stopped laughing about it when Tim asked why there was a bird with a person’s face flapping at some of the jars his parents brought home from the latest dig.

Mom knelt down slowly, looking at her work friends and Dad. “Sweetie, can you draw what you saw?”

Bird person noticed he was pointing at them and made a lot of loud angry sounds.

Tim covered his ears and screamed back.

The bird person froze. Tim huffed before grabbing the crayon.

“Sorry, they were too loud. They stopped trying to grab the jar though. Do you still want a picture?”

Dad knelt down beside Mom and nodded slowly.

Mom looked at the jar. “Timmy, should Mommy move it back?”

Tim told her no, the bird person wanted it there and kept moving otherwise.

After showing off his drawing, Mom and Dad changed languages they way they always did when it was a grownup conversation.

The bird person flew over and looked at his drawing, and him.

“Pearl and 13 said I’m not supposed to say hi. But you’re not a shade—are you a meta?”

Tim. Had no clue what the bird person was saying, flapping scuffling about. They pecked his drawing. A lot. They were not, very much not, happy about being there.

Tim frowned. Mom and Dad were talking to their friends in hushed tones, and moving out of the room.

Tim huffed and grabbed a map of the world and put it out for them. The birdperson squaked at him, gesturing to the place they are on it.

Tim pointed to the continent they’re on. “Mom’s friend calls it the ‘new world,’ but it’s been here for longer than I’ve been alive. But shades can be a lot older than me… and you’re not a shade.”

Tim hummed, wishing Pearl or 13 was there. They said you have to speak and feel what you mean sometimes to talk to other ignored people.

“I’m not sure what you are if you’re not a meta. But I think you want to go, go home?” Tim tried to focus on what made home, home. Mom and Dad reading to him together, holidays and singing silly songs. It was warm and an invite to play and rest.

The birdperson flew to him and perched itself on his shoulder.

“You’re very light,” Tim commented. “Do you want any water?” He focused on cups and drinking this time.

The bird person huffed, gently hitting him with their wing.

“Got it. Not thirsty.”

He went back to his book, If You Give a Mouse a Cookie, and let the angry bird person hop down his shoulder, but stay touching Tim, as they grabbed the crayon and made marks on some paper he left by the map.

His parents came to check in on him and saw the bird person’s drawing on the paper, grabbed his drawing of the bird person, and whisper-yelled enough he knew they were not happy, but not to the point he knew what it was exactly.

“Do you think I did something bad?” Tim asked quietly, with this swirling abyss twisting in his gut.

The bird person ruffled their feathers and said a word that felt like a ‘no.’

A few hours later a man who said he could call him “Connie” came in. His parents kept calling him Constantine. There was a nice floating man with him that everyone but Connie ignored.

Tim waited for them to be distracted and asked the floating man one of the safe questions 13 and Pearl gave him for safe ghosts.

“What do you like to be called?”

The floating man paused, floated lower and stared at him.

“It’s okay, you’re a guest and it’s okay to talk to guests. I chose Tim!” He smiled, hoping his parents didn’t have to bring up his old name.

“Deadman,” the floating man offered his hand.

Tim shook it like Dad does.

“and try not to spread around your name to others ghosts. We can uh, overwhelm the ones who can see us.”

Tim frowned, ignoring his parents’ eyes and Connie’s look as their conversation quieted. They’d just say he was talking to an imaginary friend again.

“Is that what I should call the green and blue people? I know the one with the goop coming out are usually shades.”

“Some of us are obvious with the colors, some are more like me and very pale. Do I look solid to you?”

“If you aren’t a shade you’re solid. It’s why birdie is hard to workout. They’re more see through but feel very solid.”

“Right.” Deadman’s face tightened by the eyes and his mouth. “Most people see through ghosts like air. Sometimes we can be see-through like hair. Its. Not common to see us as solid, even at your age.”

“Oh. Is that why a lot of you glow if you get close? Not a lot, but like, like… sunset hair! but not golden just, other colors, but all of you—everywhere! Shades don’t glow unless they’re changing color.”

“I can’t say for sure, most mediums see me half here, half not.”

That felt familiar. Bird person flew over, absently grooming Tim’s hair with their feathers.

“That sounds annoying. Do you want to watch Blue’s Clues with me while Mom and Dad do the serious stuff? Blue takes a while to get what you’re saying but Mom said she’s hard of hearing and won’t get hearing aides—that’s why Dad said it’s important to learn sign language.”

“Did he?” Deadman asked.

“M’hm!”

Connie explained some adults only thing to his parents while Deadman and Tim tried to make Steve to understand they already knew where Blue was, and know just how bad he is at instructions.

When the episode was over, Tim, Deadman and Birdperson went to knock on the door where his parents were. Or Tim did.

Deadman floated through and told Connie they were ready.

Connie sat him down, and started asking questions Pearl and 13 made him promise not to answer as that’s what exorcists ask before making people go away.

He loves 13 and Pearl, and knows they watch over Mr. Wayne who acts happy when he isn’t. His happy face and his “happy” faces are very different. The “happy” face is more like Steve’s face movements, while his happy face is always soft and barely there if you don’t pay attention.

Tim always pays attention.

“Look kid, I know you can see souls who are stuck between the living realm and the dead realms. Deadman is dead.”

Tim scowled as he knows what dead is—it’s when bodies stop working. Souls and spirits are vastly different. “He’s not Gone or Ended, so he’s not dead-dead-dead. And that’s not uncommon to know or see at my age so bleh!”

“Tim!” His parents tried to chide him.

Connie waved them off and motioned for Tim to continue.

“It’s true! And if I did, then you’d make my friends Ended or Gone and they choose to stay.”

Connie paused at that, making the same face mom does when working out something weird going on in Drake Industries. “Does this guy choose to stay?” He pointed to the bird person.

“No,” Tim answered with a small frown. He did spend a lot of time trying to communicate with them afterall, and the weird ‘feels like’ thing going on. “He wants to go home, but he can’t. I think the jars are like,” Tim trailed off, looking around to find his hotwheels tucked away in a corner. “Like cars to get him home or something.”

Connie hummed. “Not wrong in his case. But, seeing souls can be dangerous kid.”

“Only if they realize you can see ‘em.” Tim argued like Mom does with the investors. “And you invited Deadman in after being made a guest, so that’s allowed.”

“And a friend of yours teach you this?” Connie guessed with the ‘fake knowing’ look his dad used on a bad shareholder before they started listening to Mom.

…Tim can admit he loves being with Pearl and 13 and Shadow. But he’s not sure if friends is the right word. But if he uses the right feeling word around his parents, they’ll get sad and mad and he… he wants them to be happy.

“Nope. Not a friend, but not-not a friend either.”

“Cryptic, little—takes after Janet, huh?”

Tim smiled back at him, even as Mom and Dad share a look where Mom pretends she has no involvement and Dad is trying to get her to admit she is involved.

“I chose me to take after thank you very much.”

Connie snorted. “When you’re older, we can talk about how to use it. Until then, I’m going to give your parents some wards to keep the nasties from you.”

Tim didn’t like it. Or the sudden craving for burgers and shakes.

“Aren’t you going to help Bird Person get home?”

Constantine sighed. “Yeah, I’ll drop ‘im off. Just don’t borrow problems from the dead, okay?”

Tim stayed quiet, trying to work out what that meant.

Connie knelt down. “Its not your responsibility. If you want to try anything, contact me first and we can get you set up as an apprentice for another paranormal detective first and foremost and work it out from there, but that will be a long, long ways out.”

Tim nodded slowly, looking at his parents. Dad had a pinched face. Mom had her Gala Jerk Repellant smile one.

Tim’s heart sank.

“If they look ghostly, ignore them unless everyone can see them. Then you call me.”

Dad didn’t like letting go of their find. Mom hated something about it all.

Maybe that Tim can see secrets and get ghost gossip that she can’t.

When Pearl and 13 moved to the Drake Estate Tim took their hands and introduced them to his parents carefully.

His parents jumped back when Pearl and 13 each put a hand on his shoulders.

“Mom, Dad, this is Pearl and Thirteen.”

Pearl smiled at his parents, her hair more inky and short than her more-usual green shag. “Pleasure to see you two again. Hope

You don’t mind us watching over Timmy here given what tends to try and stick to him.”

“As long as our son is safe and free,” Mom supplied while shaking Pearl’s hand herself.

Tim wondered if this would be another board meeting fight or not.

“Jack,”13 acknowledged.

“Nice to see you again Tommy,” Dad offered his own hand. “Didn’t know Timmy here could uh, bring you back?”

“Likewise, and its 13 nowadays. Tim’s a special case,” 13 explained while ruffling Tim’s hair. “We’re gonna need you two to keep a secret from Old Connie for us about this.”

“Why don’t we work out what we need to do while Tim wears the ‘silence headphones’ we got him and practices his penmanship and drawing?”

“I’ll help him pick out a book!” Jack called, scooping Tim into his arms.

“Pig Pancake!” Tim perked up, squirming out of his grasp and running to find his favorite picture book.

His parents put his headphones on and everything was quiet. Just him and the book. And him trying to draw the pages and wrote like the letters on the page.

Kitty waved a hand infront of him to get his attention.

13 pointed at his ears.

Tim took off his headphones.

“Tim,” Mom began. “We came to an agreement. When your father and I are not here or are busy, Martha—yes I know it’s Pearl too I was getting there dear—will stay with you. Shadow will stay with their son if they’re both with you, and Tom—Thirteen—will go between the two of you.”

Tim kicked his feet. “So no Nanny?”

“Yes you still have a nanny when we’re not around sweetheart,” Dad answered. “But you also have Pearl to play with and keep you out of bad trouble.”

“Like the rogues when they break into schools?” Tim asked.

“Exactly sweetie,” Mom smiled. “Pearl is very good at making problems go bye-bye, and can get you somewhere safe. But we have to keep it a secret from Connie when he visits to make sure the wards on the house and the repulsions we’ll be putting on you to keep nasties away are working, alright?”

A smile bloomed on Tim’s face as he nodded along.

“Can Pearl and me play mario kart now?”

“What am I, chopped liver?” 13 bemoaned.

“Yep! C’mon Pearl, you can be Bowser this time—he’s the coolest!”

#dpxdc #long post #danny phantom #danny reincarnated at tim #tim drake #dp kitty #johnny 13 #Constantine #decent drake parents

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im-totally-not-an-alien-2 · 2 years ago

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Danny just wanted a nap, was that really so wrong?

He was homeless and tired from being chased around by that weird ninja death cult and the scary leader lady that gave him a back eye a few weeks ago. The injury was long gone now but he's sure as heck going to hold a grudge over it.

After managing to swipe a 12 inch hoagie and devouring it in minutes he started looking for a place to lie down and sleep. Unfortunately whatever city he had ended up in seemed to be a smog filled crime-fest and he couldn't go anywhere without having to teleport people around.

As a rule he refused to fight the living as there were too many ways for something to go wrong, and the thought of accidentally killing someone shakes his core. So teleporting them it was!

Finally, finally he found somewhere to nap. It was a lush garden on the rich side of the city. He just flew up into a comfortable looking tree and immediately konked out.

He woke up to the sound of yelling and looked up at the sky. Hmm. Judging about how much the sun had moved he had been asleep for more than a five hours. Nice. Looking back down he saw a teen around his age wielding a katana and demanding to know why he was there. He also kept calling Phantom a "pit demon", which, rude.

Danny usually isn't into the, "I studied the blade!" guys but other than that this guy was 100% his type. So he chose to actually chat with the other teen rather than just flying away and ignoring him. "I don't know what a pit demon is, but I'm just here for a nap."

"A nap." The green eyed teen responded, sounding rather critical. "In a tree. On the property an where an Al Ghul resides?"

Phantom felt his face twist in confusion, "An Al Ghul? What? Is that some type of exorcist?"

#fanfiction prompts #prompts #dp x dc #dc x dp #damian wayne #danny fenton #danny phantom #bonus points if jason comes rushing in as red hood cause the pits lead him to the wayne estate in a hurry cause the pits were going nuts #and he took one look at Phantom and started blasting #phantom is unharmed #the poor tree tho T3T

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venture4treasure · 8 months ago

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"Footnote"

Words: 1065

Premise: Venture and Ex-Talon!Reader talk about history to-be.

Warnings: Scars, Description of violence

Sprawled out across Venture’s lap with the afternoon sun warming your back is one of the most pleasant ways to spend your down time. You shove your face into the pillow between you and Venture, mind begging for a nap. They rest their hand on your back, tracing down the shape of your spine, you melt into the feeling. Their hand sneaks under your shirt and trails back up your back. You can feel their calluses against your skin, scratching an itch you didn’t realize you had.

You hear their breath hitch and you lift your head to see what’s caught their attention. Their hand is stopped at the edge of a large scar that tore across your back. The scar tissue is smooth and pale, dipped slightly lower than the rest of your skin. It's also violently jagged and marred, few things could leave a scar like that.

“You can touch it, not like I can feel anything there anymore,” you laugh, trying to bring up the mood. You drop your head back onto the pillow.

“I did this to you,” Venture frowns, ignoring your comment.

You roll over, turning your back against the couch. Venture’s hand finds its place on your stomach instead. You're a bit annoyed that your afternoon took a turn like this — you could be napping right now. And recalling the story of the scar isn’t nice either, the reminder is enough to make the area tingle with a phantom pain you shouldn’t even be able to feel.

Nobody forgets how it feels to be on the receiving end of a proper fight with Venture, the tremors and rumble from their drill. The feeling of plates and threads meant for cutting stone against flesh. It’s unforgettable.

—

You’d genuinely believed you were going to die that day.

You had been with Talon back then, out in the field to find whatever it was that your commander sent your team out to find. ‘You’ll know when you find it’ was all the details you were given – you’d nearly rolled your eyes at him when you’d been given the order.

The search crossed paths with Overwatch and the Wayfinder Society. It was unlucky that both groups would be at the same site your team was assigned to. You were all ill-prepared to handle Overwatch, much less both organizations at once. You had call the shots, you told your crew to retreat and that whatever consequences Talon had for your cowardice would be easier to handle than if Overwatch had gotten ahold of you guys – despite being Talon-affiliated, your team weren’t bad people and definitely didn’t deserve to be doomed to whatever fate ‘good guys’ wrote for them.

You would’ve gotten away too if Venture hadn’t caught you – your first meeting. They had been mad, screamed and shouted about artifacts and history. You didn’t really register anything about what they were saying, the sound of rushing blood deafened you. You had every intention to put a bullet in their head and book it before any backup arrived. Unfortunately, ever stubborn and skilled, Venture didn’t withdraw at the notion of a gunfight. They fought well with such an unconventional weapon. Impressive in retrospect, but horrifying in the moment. There was no way for you to land a good shot with the way they were moving and defending. No matter how much you backed up, they closed the space between you two faster.

Too close, you had managed to keep Venture from slamming their excavator into your front point-blank by swinging your rifle at it. The drill sent painful tremors through your arms when your gun made contact – if you had a spare moment, you’d wonder how Venture was even holding it. Having traded your weapon to save your life, you couldn’t do anything when Venture swung again except dive out of the way.

You weren’t fast enough, the drill ripped through the clothes and flesh of your back and sent you face first into the ground. You had screamed, raw and fear-filled. It seemed to snap some sense into Venture, who shut off their excavator, the silence without the engine was suffocating. They approached you and you could see your own blood drip off the ridges of their weapon. They had a scowl on their face as they radioed their location and reluctantly threw their jacket on your wound and pressed to keep you from bleeding out. They mumbled about how it was the ‘right thing to do’.

—

“I was on the wrong side of history then,” you shrug, your feigned nonchalance breaking Venture out of their remorseful thoughts. They chuckle a bit.

“There’s no real wrong side of history,” Venture smiles down at you, their mind now on a different train of thought, “history is written by the winners, and everyone wants to win in the present”.

You swat at the air, “technicalities and whatever. You think you’re the good guys, no? So, therefore, you should think that I was on the wrong side of history. Simple”.

“Uh-huh,” they say, amused at your logic.

They watch you with a soft expression, wearing the golden hour sunlight so prettily. Your heart stutters at the sight.

“Look,” you swallow, “it’s my eternal joy to be able to spend my life as yours”.

“Aww, that’s sweet,” Venture coos, unsure where the unprompted affection is coming from, but happy to hear it nonetheless, “I love you t-”

You pull at their shirt, tugging them down to meet them halfway for a kiss. They give into you easily.

“Sloan- No,” you correct yourself, “Venture”.

Your voice saying their call sign catches their complete attention.

“Venture,” you reiterate, your hand tangling in theirs, “your story was meant for the history books. Venture will be remembered for years and years after we’re all long gone. Venture of the Wayfinder Society, Venture of Overwatch, you’re destined for the spotlight in history. Maybe you’ll even get your own chapter,” you laugh.

“Right or wrong side of history, I’m happy to be just a footnote in your story”, you add softer, “as your lover”.

Venture hisses something in Spanish – you’re certain it’s a swear.

They squeeze your hand, “Amor, I’ll make sure my story is a good one so you can be proud to be a part of it,” they promise with unwavering conviction.

“I know,” you breathe, “I know you will, Sloan Cameron”.

Author’s Note: Reader’s fight with Venture was when Overwatch was first building relations with the Wayfinder Society. So, new and inexperienced, Venture mostly fought on instinct and emotion. They aren’t as violent anymore in fights.

If you made me write out the entire story in my mind, it’s enemies to lovers. Slow burn, but picks up pretty fast once Reader and Venture’s relationship shifts from negative to friendly. During Reader’s time as a captive, Venture is constantly dropping by to share information about artifacts, at first to guilt-trip Reader and later it evolves into a daily routine to share about their day to Reader. Eventually, this relationship convinces Reader to spill what they know about Talon. Venture convinces Overwatch to let Reader go. Now they both live together and fall in love and all that good fun. Cheers!

Hope it’s not too out of character… I haven’t been able to consume much Venture content lately :( It got harder and harder to get the confidence to write again, so I sat down (reminded myself that I am supposed to be less critical of my writing here) and just wrote whatever I wanted :)

#venture fics #venture x reader #venture x you #venture overwatch #overwatch venture #venture #sloan cameron #sloane cameron #overwatch x reader #overwatch fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #No grammar-checker :(#I think Windows 11 made Notepad worse #hope i didn’t miss anything important on the drawing (almost forgot they had tattoos and couldn’t remember if they had an eyebrow slit)

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shiorimakibawrites · 6 months ago

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Hi Shiori!! Can I request a “Grab Your Tissues” for either Matt or Frank? Whoever you’re feeling more for the prompt: “I can’t sleep”

Hi Sapph! I hope you enjoy this (as well as your trip!)

Tags/Warnings: Insomnia, Low self-esteem, Mention of Stick, Referenced child abandonment Taglist: @loves0phelia, @nowheredreamer, @beezusvreeland, @yarrystyleeza

Can’t Sleep

Matt couldn’t sleep.

Not an unusual occurrence for him. His sleep schedule was terrible. Had been for years. Ever since the accident. Even with Stick’s training, he couldn’t seem to shut out the world enough to sleep sometimes. Tonight was one of those nights.

It seemed like every little sound in this building kept drilling into his ears. Foggy’s snores. People talking in the rec room. Other students in their dorms having sex or arguing. Or in the case of Jimmy and Amanda two floors up, both at the same time. People watching a movie or listening to music. The buzz of the lights, the rattling of the pipes, the flushing of toilets. The list went on and on. All perfectly normal sounds, typical for the student hall at night. No one was being particularly loud but for some reason Matt just couldn’t tune it out.

It didn’t help that his bed was uncomfortable. The laundry service had gotten backed up. So when Matt had accidentally spilled dinner all over his sheets, he didn’t have any fresh ones to put on. Foggy immediately offered his spare set so Matt wouldn’t have to sleep on a bare mattress until he got his spare sheets back. Or dirty ones got washed. Whichever came first.

Matt appreciated it. Really he did. Foggy was a good friend. A better friend that someone like him deserved. But all the gratitude in the world wouldn’t change that these cotton-poly blend sheets felt like sandpaper on his skin.

He was out of practice ignoring the sensation. He had gotten used to silk. He could hear Stick calling him a pussy for allowing himself to become so dependent on something like silk sheets. And maybe he was right. But it had been so nice, being comfortable while he slept, for the first time since the accident. He had thanked God for leading him to that girl’s bed during his first semester. Her silk sheets had been a revelation. So much of one that Matt had taken some of his precious cash and immediately bought two sets.

Foggy had teased him about it a little, joking that he was turning their dorm room into a brothel. They ended up pondering the logistics of such a venture, one of those bizarre yet thoroughly entertaining conversations he often had with Foggy. Sometimes it felt like he could tell Foggy anything.

Matt rolled over, trying to find a less uncomfortable spot. Another reason he couldn’t sleep. A debate weighed heavily on his mind. An argument he had been having with himself for months. Should he tell Foggy about his senses? His training? What really happened the night Elektra dumped him?

He wanted to. Sometimes it was all he could do to keep it behind his teeth. To only give the barest of hints, hoping that Foggy would pick up them. Put two and two together. It was possible. Foggy was a smart guy. Far smarter than he liked to give himself credit for. Sometimes it seemed like he had, from some of his questions.

But another, equally powerful part of his mind, dreaded Foggy learning those things. That Hey buddy would transform into Get away from me freak.

No matter how many times Matt tried to tell himself that Foggy wasn’t like that. He wasn’t cruel. Convince himself that Foggy wouldn’t reject him for his abilities. Remember how Foggy had gotten in people’s faces for being homophobic or racist or any number of things. He had protested bills targeting mutants. Every logical part of his brain said telling Foggy was safe.

And yet the terror remained. The knowledge that he was so awful that even as a baby, his own mother couldn’t stand him. The phantom sound of Stick’s retreating footstep clogged his ears. The ghost of Elektra’s perfume and that man’s blood filled his nose. All of it froze his tongue in his mouth. Seized his jaw in crushing grip.

He couldn’t do it. Couldn’t risk it. Couldn’t risk losing his friend. Matt was too weak. He needed that connection, craved the easy affection Foggy gave him as easy as breathing. He couldn’t lose it. He couldn’t . . .

“Matt?”

Matt started. He had been so caught up in his own thoughts that he hadn’t even heard Foggy wake up. Or sit up for that matter.

“Hey Foggy,” he said. “What are you doing up?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” Foggy said. “It’s 3 AM.”

Matt shifted so he was facing the direction of Foggy’s bed. “I can’t sleep.”

“Why? Bad dreams?”

“Nah . . . just worried about that final in Dr. White’s class,” Matt answered. It wasn’t entirely a lie.

“Buddy, you shouldn’t be worried about that. You got that philosophy junk backwards and forwards.”

“It’s not junk,” Matt retorted automatically, sitting up himself when he heard Foggy moving. Getting up. “What are you doing?”

“Grabbing my laptop,” Foggy said. “Since neither of us can sleep, we’re watching a movie.”

“You were sleeping just fine.”

“Oh contraire mon ami, I was as restless as you were. You ain’t the only one worried about finals.” Foggy said. It was a lie. Matt didn’t need to hear the little skip in his heart to know that. And yet . . .

“What movie?”

“Do you really have to ask? The Princess Bride.”

“Haven’t you seen it a million times?”

“And I’ll see it a million and one.”

Matt let it go. It wasn’t worth arguing with Foggy about it. He recognized that tone. Besides he liked The Princess Bride. Listening to it one more time wouldn’t hurt.

#300 followers #follower celebration #request #daredevil fanfiction #matt murdock #foggy nelson #matt and foggy at columbia #hurt/comfort

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logan-fields-official · 12 days ago

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Hey I have a request if you mind!

Reader x sbg character and reader is like crazy strong and is the same height as Ben but isn't a softie at all but more aggressive and always seems to find themselves in a fight.

Thank you for your time!

Hi! I don't mind at all!

SBG Main Six x tall Aggressive reader

Word count:3000

Ashlyn:

She’s really weary of you. Though she’s weary of everyone. Ashlyn is small compared to you. Really small as she’s like 4’11 maybe 5’0 if she’s lucky. Ashlyn 100% has some strength, but it’s all for the most part in her legs so your stronger then her.

First Meeting:

Ashlyn and you first met on the first day of school. Not to long after she almost died to a shoe. She probably spotted you as your kind of hard to miss.

She would avoid you as she does everyone else. Though you end up in her history class next to her. You both first starting talking when you had noticed she was just wearing earbuds. You probably assumed she was listening to something and asked her what it was.

Ashlyn then ignored you as she does most people. Though Ashlyn did observe you a bit and noticed that you seemed quite bitchy and actually witnessed you fighting someone. So she figured you were like that with everyone.

Phantom dimension:

This was when Ashlyn realized that you weren’t really a bitch. You were just a big grump. Once you had warmed up to the group though you were pretty chill.

Ashlyn first realized this when you started getting protective of the group. She didn’t confirm her suspicions until one night she ended up twisting her ankle and you immediately went to her side to pick her up.

That’s also when she realized just how strong you were. Ashlyn wouldn’t focus to much on it, but she would keep that in mind for later. She would use it to the groups advantage.

Someone Makes Fun of /Catcalls Her:

You and Ashlyn most likely just stay inside so no one can mess with you or anything. Though one day while at school some random dudes were talking and who were checking out and cat calling girls.

Ashlyn and you were were walking by and then the dudes immediately started talking. They were saying things like ‘damn isn’t that the flexible chick? I met her flexibility comes in handy.’

Ashlyn just huffed and like most people ignored them, but you immediately snapped around and started yelling at the dudes. They were flabbergasted that someone was yelling at them. They just snorted and acted like it wasn’t a big deal.

You kept on trying to get them to get them to apologize and when they refused to you fucking SOCKED the shit out of the guy. This started a big fight. After said fight Ashlyn was nice enough to help patch you up.

Aiden:

He’s really curious and slightly weary about you. He just isn’t sure if you should be around his cousin because of his past issues and your history of always getting fights. Which Aiden learns about really quick. Your Taller then Aiden as he stands at 5’4.

First Meeting:

First time you met Aiden was at a store. Aiden was being his usual big back self and was buying snacks. He wanted one of the snacks on the top shelf, but before he could even attempt to climb the shelves to get it, you had reached up and grabbed it for him.

You immediately peeked Aidens curiosity and chattiness cause it’s well Aiden. He’s a very chatty person. Aiden immediately started talking to you and was very excited.

The next day Aiden was at school chatting with Ben when out of the corner of his eye he saw you. You were arguing with some dude and it looked like it was gonna get hella violent. This made Aiden hesitate about befriending you cause well his cousin had anger issues and didn’t need to be around stuff like that.

Phantom Dimension:

By the time y’all where in the phantom dimension Aiden got to know you a lot better and you were actually pretty caring once people got to know you.

This mainly showed when every time Aiden tried to do something stupid you’d either try to stop him or if your to late you help Ben patch him up and scold him.

Aiden knows how strong you are it’s obvious and he fucking loves it. All the time he’s asking you to carry him on your shoulders or lift him up so he can get something he shouldn’t.

Someone Makes Fun of/Catcalls Him:

Aidens the kind of person to honestly not care if someone makes fun of him, he has no shame in the things he does. You and Aiden had planned to hang out at the park one day. Though when you got to the park you say some girl talking to Aiden and she did not seem happy.

You were not about to let people talk crap about Aiden so you walked up to them and told the lady to back off. The girl of course was very snobby and just starts yelling at both of you for literally no reason Karen. That’s when the Karen made the worse mistake of her life, she smacked Aiden for no reason.

You just snapped and of course without using excessive force tackled the girl to the ground and just had her pinned. Police were called and that girl got in huge trouble.

Ben:

At first he doesn’t like you like at all. I mean Ben has history with getting into some nasty fights and he regretted it and hasn’t been a fight until Barron. He didn’t want to get into that habit again. Your not taller then Ben, but you are slightly stronger.

First Meeting:

Ben was just walking in the hallway with Aiden and the rest of the group. When they heard laughing from the corner of the hall. There you and the rest of Barron’s group were. That’s when Ben and the others noticed the man on the group, all bruised. You also had some bruises.

That made Ben think you were just a bully… and we all know how Ben feels about bullies. Ben just avoided you after that. He also didn’t let anyone else go near you. One day you and Ben got paired up for a project.

After a moment of awkward silence you attempted to make small talk with Ben to which he obviously didn’t respond you then said ‘oh not much of a talker? That’s fine I like filling in silence.’ After a while of you talking Ben started to realize that your not as mean as you acted.

Phantom Dimension:

You and Ben are like the perfect duo in the phantom dimension. He’s practically your personal medic. He always ends up having to bandage you up or take care of you. At first you refused his help claiming that you’ve been hurt before and that it isn’t a big deal.

One day while in the phantom dimension you and Ben were both paired up in the phantom dimension. You being the careless person you are ended up a bloody cut up mess by the end of the mission. This lead to Ben taking care of you.

After a while of Ben watching over you he noticed that you were practically asleep since you really had nothing better to do. Ben being the sweetheart he is offered you his shoulder. To which you refused claiming you weren’t tired. That didn’t last long as a couple minutes later you had slumped against Ben fast asleep on his shoulder.

Someone Makes Fun of/Catcalls Him:

Whenever Ben gets bullied he seems like the kind of person to just put his earbuds in and ignore said person. This is exactly what he was planning on doing.

Let’s gets some background information. Ben was just chilling out in the hallways enjoying the peace and quiet and since Ben is known as a gentle giant sometimes dumb people try to bully him.

That’s exactly what happened. Some dumb group of kids decided to try and bully Ben while you were with him. Ben being himself just put his headphones in and ignored them. The kids didn’t like that and ended up snatching Bens earbuds out.

Before Ben could do anything you being the aggressive person you are ended up smacking the dude making him fall to the floor and grabbed Bens earbud back.

Logan:

Fucking terrified of you. Logan deals with bullies all the time and well not only do you hang out with Barron, but you just seem and give off nasty bully vibes. Your a bit taller then him and way stronger. I mean a LOT stronger. Logan 100% has some strength, but you could fucking rag doll him.

First Meeting:

You were apart of Barron’s group that’s how y’all met through Barron. You unlike the rest of the group was actually quite nice, to certain people (the group). Though you had this tough aggressive personality you didn’t like bullying people, well except the bullies.

Logan was one of the victims. Barron and his group one day had Logan shoved against a wall and were gonna beat him up. You had enough, you placed a hand on Barron’s shoulder. Barron turned around, but before he could speak you ended up punching him right in the jaw.

Logan was shocked and instead of being as scared of you as he originally was he started to warm up to you. You brought him to the nurse and patched him up. Logan was still confused as to why you were doing this, but he still let you.

Phantom Dimension:

Yes Logan’s everyone’s look out, but he’s mainly yours. He thought Aiden did risky shit in the phantom dimension, but your worse. You full on don’t give to shit if you don’t have a weapon or how close the phantom is, you would quickly put yourself in danger to help the group.

One time while the group was running away from some phantoms, you had heard a noise to your right. There was a phantom and it had jumped out at Logan and he wouldn’t have had time to pull his gun.

You with no hesitation lunged forward and push Logan out of the way. This causes the phantom to miss Logan, but instead tackle you straight to the ground it’s claws going through your stomach. Thankfully yall were right outside the gate and Logan drags you in after shooting the phantom.

This ends in Logan helping Ben patch you up and him doing stuff for you because he feels so guilty for not reacting quick enough causing you to protect him.

Someone Makes Fun of/Catcalls Him:

Ha! This person should be praying for mercy. The moment someone even looks at Logan wrong you have a massive issue with them and as much as Logan appreciates you sticking up for and caring about him he doesn’t like you getting to fights at all.

One day while you and Logan were hanging out at the library, some random dude decided that he had a issue with you and Logan because y’all seemed to close to him. Though that might have been because you were holding Logan up by the waist so he could get a book he wanted.

The male marched right up to you and Logan after you sat him down and immediately started yelling at you two. He was going on about how that’s not something to do in public or how guys shouldn’t be doing stuff like that. You were quick to argue back.

Since Logan didn’t want you to get into a fight he tried to calm you down and leave. This did work and you were about to leave when the dude muttered ‘Fag*ot’ this made you with no hesitation turned around and KNOCK THE FUCK out of the male. He immediately hit the ground hard with a bloody nose. Logan dragged you out with him.

Taylor:

Taylor’s the kind of person to think that there’s always some good in people no matter how they look or come off as. That means that Taylor was more then willing to give you a chance even if you come off as mean. Your taller then her by about 4 inches and a LOT stronger.

First Meeting:

Taylor and you ended up meeting in school during history. It was the same as normal you got put into their group and let y’all talk for a bit.

You didn’t really talk, but Taylor was quick to fill in the silence. This led to you and Taylor developing some type of love-hate relationship.

The first fight Taylor saw you in she saw the whole thing. The dude walked up to you then just punched you. Of course you immediately retaliated and started beating the shit out of the kid.

After said fight Taylor ended up dragging you to the nurse and patched up any injuries you had.

Phantom Dimension:

This is one of the few times you get along really well with Taylor’s twin Tyler. Every time you or Tyler go on a mission you or Tyler stay back and keep an eye on Taylor.

This leads to you and Taylor spending a lot of time together. You usually end up hurt because you try to protect Taylor and the others. Taylor doesn’t like this and feels guilty, but loves the fact that you care about her and the group.

Taylor and you whenever you can end up taking naps, though you tend to stay up and keep watch while Taylor sleeps.

Someone Makes Fun of Her:

Taylor had force you into a some spa day with her. That’s how you both ended up in some spa room. Taylor was giggling and just being the sweetheart she is chatting with people and helping people when needed.

With you just being a big old grump. You were complaining about how girly it was and all that. Taylor just laughed and said that you just have fragile masculinity. You huff and rolled your eyes. You honestly didn’t really have an issue with this you just wanted to be difficult. That all changes though when some dude starts flirting with Taylor.

Taylor being the sweetheart she is kindly turns the dude down, but he doesn’t listen. This pisses you off and before you and Taylor left you promised Tyler you’d protect her. That’s how you ended up just SOCKING the SHIT out of the dude and dragged Taylor with you to go somewhere else.

Tyler:

Tyler in the beginning 100% HATED you. He despised you, he didn’t want to be around you, he didn’t want you around his sister, he didn’t want you in his or Taylor’s classes. Your barely taller then him as he’s 5’10-5’11. Your stronger then him not by some crazy amount, but your still stronger than him.

First Meeting:

You and Tyler never physically talked until history class. Though Tyler has seen you around the school hanging out with people like Barron a lot. This just lead Tyler to think of you as a massive bitch.

Honestly you and Tyler had probably gotten into a physical fight with each other before. You had just barely won and you both had bruises, cuts, and blood.

It didn’t get much better in history especially when you both were paired up in the same group. When y’all get sent to the phantom dimension together you were really helpful.

Tyler first started to warm up to you when he noticed that you were being nice to Taylor, but not overly nice like you had a crush on her. Then slowly yet surely you and Tyler started to develop a friendship.

Phantom Dimension:

Oh the groups HATES you and Tyler both going on missions or trying to do stuff together. You two bicker back and forth a LOT. It’s annoying and honestly pisses the group off so they leave y’all for the most part separated.

Though one time you and Tyler both had gotten lost from the group. Tyler was flipping out and blaming it on you just because he was panicking and angry since he couldn’t keep an eye on Taylor.

Thanks to Tyler’s separation anxiety he was panicking a lot. This lead to you awkwardly trying to calm him down and comfort him. In the end you had managed to calm Tyler down. You both found some cave area to rest for a bit, though you both feel asleep.

The others of course were looking around for you and Tyler like crazy especially Taylor. After a while the group managed to find you both, but what they weren’t expecting was to see you and Tyler both fast asleep laying against each other.

After you and Tyler both wake up instead at being at your throat Tyler is strangely nice to which you also start to be nice to him.

Someone Makes Fun of Him:

I honestly don’t feel like anyone makes fun of Tyler because we’ll it’s Tyler. He’d have no problem putting someone in their place or knocking the shit out of them. That’s just how Tyler is, a massive hot head.

Though one day one person was stupid enough to come and try to mess with Tyler while you, him, and Taylor were all hanging out. They were saying all kinds of stupid shit about him and Taylor. Sometimes even you get commented on.

You and Tyler just looked at each other for a moment before you both start yelling and insulting the bully back. Even insult he said you and Tyler retaliated back with one a lot more hurtful.

Originally you both were just gonna insult the kid, but then he said something about Tyler’s family and Tyler immediately started throwing hands. You started laughing and cheering Tyler on until one of the dudes friends decided he was gonna join the fight and try to help him beat up Tyler.

You with no hesitation also joined the fight which lead to you and Tyler beating the shit out of two kids. Until Taylor managed to pull you both off.

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eeboshmeebo · 6 months ago

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🕰️I missed you!🕰️

Pro Hero Monoma x Reader

Short. I was sparked by a song.

@jyohan

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You snuck around, diving into darker areas and parts of the crowd that helped you blend in, your objective being the Hero Agency up in front that was blocked off with lots of people on guard, even the civilians were wary, let alone the ones wearing merchandise with stopwatches on them...

Bypassing the crowd of fans, taking the fire escape stairs up the back of the building, nodding to a sidekick and entering through the back door, you made your way closer to your goal.

The employees already knew what was going to happen, but they ignored you as you passed them by in a rush. One even sighed as you almost tripped them and hastily apologized as you kept running.

They all knew...

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...that something inevitable would happen.

And it did.

"DAAAAAAARLIIIIIING~!"

Along with that cry were the exasperated groans of Battlefist with her tean, who was visiting to do a check up on Monoma's behavior, and the rest of the sidekicks. And the defeated mumbles of the crowd outside, because the agency didn't really have great sound insulation.

"Oh! My love! I should've noticed!"

Following that was a crash, inciting the technician who just finished up repairing the computers in the PR room to twitch in irritation before an intern went to calm him down.

"Poor mister Atsu..."

"He gets a bonus for all of that, even if he has such a stressful workload. What do you think they broke this time?"

"...he's going to have a heart attack."

Poor Atsu. He looked like he was going to have a vein visibly pop out of stress.

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Meanwhile, you cuddled into your beloved's arms with the remains of a computer to the side. On the floor. Luckily, there was a very nice carpet underneath.

"I missed you so much, Nene! You didn't come back for such a long time, I was getting worried!" You protested a bit, before nuzzling your face into his suit.

"I'm sorry, my love! I had to go to a different prefecture to deal with the villain, but I'll try to make sure to let you know next time, okay?"

Neito Monoma, better known as Phantom Thief, had wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head with an endeared smile on his face. He lifted your chin to look up at him, though he was craning his neck to look back at you.

"I promise, my little jewel."

"Promise? Then you've gotta seal that promise... with a kiss!"

You both giggled at that, sitting upright as you cupped his face with your hands.

He leaned forward and pressed a kiss onto your lips, and you kept a close hold on nis necktie-

"Dear Kami-sama."

The kiss was broken off immediately as a whispered prayer came from the technician, who had just opened the door. His eyes were locked onto the unfortunate computer and its PC, which somehow didn't land on the carpet. The computer itself was mostly fine, but the PC was... well, in short, it was a goner.

Like the technician.

He had fainted while standing up, causing an employee to call the medical department in the agency so he won't accidentally hurt himself when he fell over eventually.

"...oops."

"Hey, Awase-san? Can you remind me to schedule a raise for Atsu-san?"

Welder, or Awase, was one of the people Battlefist had brought over for the visit. He clenched a hand at the sight of the technician.

"Yeah. He deserves it, with how much stuff you guys break."

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Outside, the fans knew they had failed. There was a small challenge that if someone could stop Phantom Thief's lover, he'd finally hold a meet-and-greet with his fans. Judging by the happy voices inside, they had failed.

So, they leave in defeat, but they'll try again another day.

Oh yeah, and mister Atsu recovered. He's ranting to the nurses as they make sure he's alright.

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#monoma neito #neito monoma #mha monoma #bnha monoma #monoma #monoma x reader #neito monoma x reader #mha neito #my writing

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undyingghoul · 1 year ago

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Valentine's Ghoul/Ghoulette Headcanons

Hey, look, content! I am so tired and cannot think at all but I am doing this anyway. happy early valentine's day you guys, i hope it's good for you all <3 ~~~~~~~~~ Dewdrop- He won't let anyone know he enjoys it, not even his dear valentine. He's secretly very into the holiday but lucifer forbid he let it show in an obvious way. Flowers? Nah, he'll give you a nice bouquet of nothing. Chocolates? Overrated, overdone. He hisses at even the thought of giving them to his valentine. There will be a nice card though, entirely handmade. He'll also make a coupon booklet... Except it's not entirely hugs and kisses, if you catch that drift, but those are included for the sake of fluff and wholesome purposes. He's a sucker for that secretly too. He won't do a fancy smancy dinner, but rather get a takeout dinner of your choice (he'll ignore Swiss puppy dog eyeing it and whining for some from the kitchen entirely by the way). Overall, he has his own special way of celebrating, but he still makes an effort for it to be as perfect as possible.

Mountain- Flowers. Right off the bat. The minute he sees his valentine? A nice bouquet of flowers tailored just for them in a fancy vase. He'd also get you a small basket filled with your favorite snacks, drinks, small items, and a card. Mountain is very traditional when it comes to this holiday but he wouldn't have it any other way. He'd spend the entire day by their side, doing what they want when they want, how they want. He'd end the day with a nice candlelit dinner in the greenhouse with your chosen dinner he cooked just for his valentine. And of course some snuggles and cuddles. That is a must you know.

Rain: The lake is the hit spot for Valentine's day. Rain planned out an entire day at the lake, getting Dew in on the fun by helping keep things warm if it gets too cold. Dew agreed to help because he knew how much Rain was worried about this day. He wanted to help Rain have it be as smooth as possible. Rain also may or may not have gotten help from Mountain in decorating the lake with pretty plants. And the picnic on the dock was just amazing even though Rain fell into the lake at one point from tripping over his tail. Perhaps he was a soggy boy, but a happy soggy boy.

Swiss: At first Swiss didn't know what to do. Everyone else had grand ideas, but then he remembered how busy the local shops were this time of year. It was almost like the universe wanted this to happen. He took his valentine to the shops with maybe too much money, but what better way to spend than spending it on someone you love and cherish, right? He bought some cupcakes, cookies, and brownies to share, salty and savory things, and way too many physical items. That one wrap he had at an American food stand really hit the spot for him though. After the day was done he came back with his valentine carrying so many bags Phantom nearly passed out from laughter- apparently, he looked a bit ridiculous to the young quintessence ghoul with the amount of bags, a furiously wagging tail, and a stupid grin on his face. But it was all worth it in the end.

Phantom: Oh LORD did he go above and beyond. When he found out this holiday was a thing he maybe got excited. Too excited. He may have collapsed from dizziness from how excited and riled he was. After Aether forced him to chill out for a bit he sprung into action, prepping everything for his valentine. Outfits, dinner, things to do- He had it all planned. He picked a nice outfit for him and brought his valentine to a local clothing store to get some clothes they wanted. After that, he spent time with them at the small library. He had somehow convinced the library to let him rent it for the day and he had used one of the corners to set up a cozy little nest area to read, chat, and snack in. He read books to his valentine, ones he knew they'd been meaning to read, and just soaked in the calming aura and presence. A nap was in order for a few hours but afterwards Phantom cleaned up their corner and took his valentine back to the Abbey for a nice dinner in the dens (it took some convincing but had the ghoulettes back him up to get it cleared for an hour or two). Needless to say he was in bed with his valentine and sound asleep before the rest of his pack came back.

Aether: He kept it on the down low. He didn't go above and beyond but didn't make it a sad holiday either. A card, a thoughtful and colorful flower bouquet, a small thing of candy and chocolates, and an adorable stuffed animal. He spent the day with his valentine entirely, watching cheesy romance movies, feeding them some chocolate snuggling up to his valentine under a nice cozy blanket, and ending with a nice pasta dinner. Though the day was not very busy it was still enjoyable and a good day. Cumulus: This ghoulette was prancing around in joy when she woke up. She fluffed up her hair all nice, put cute bows and ribbons in it, dressed in a nice casual yet alluring outfit, and sprayed some perfume on her. When she saw her valentine she was over the moon. Greeting them with a hug and a kiss on the cheek she quickly pulled them out to the gardens for a nice, slow walk. Talking, laughing, playful smacks and shoves- Oh how she loved it. Seeing her valentine smile and laugh made her purr and tail wag. She picked berries earlier from the fridge and brought them on the walk, sharing them and basking in the wonderful taste. It wasn't long before one naughty joke was made about that wonderful taste that had her cackling. At the end of the day she made a thoughtful dinner of all her valentine's favorites, along with some fruit on the side and a nice cold glass of soda. Cirrus: She made little puffball clouds for her valentine in the shapes of hearts as they woke up that morning. With a giggle escaping her she led her valentine to wonderful breakfast variety, filled with many options of sweet, salty, and savory. After a filling breakfast she took her valentine to the rooftops and made the clouds dance in the sky as the sun rose. The clouds reflected the colors: oranges, yellows, reds, purples, and pinks all seeming to mix into the clouds as they danced. She moved a cloud or five around her valentine slowly, letting it grace their skin to feel the cool sensation. After puffing the clouds back into place in the sky she just enjoyed time on the rooftop and its view with her valentine, talking about anything and everything until night hit and it was time to eat some dinner. Something easy was made that night but it was a very calming way to end the day.

Sunshine & Aurora: These two tag teamed it. Sunshine was experienced, and Aurora was beyond nervous. Sunshine agreed to help the new ghoulette traverse this holiday. Guiding Aurora carefully while her valentine was so incredibly patient and understanding, Sunshine couldn't help but smile. After some time Aurora became more comfortable and relaxed, easing into the holiday slowly. She paired with Sunshine to help put on a small show of fire and water with a touch of air. Sunshine swirled fire streaks through Aurora's clouds and through the center rings of water, letting the gentle burning fire swirl around her valentine. In the middle of the day it was declared by Aurora that she would share her valentine with Sunshine because she didn't want her to feel left out. Sunshine puffed a plume of smoke from her nose in excitement. The trio spent the day doing whatever they could find, even some arts and crafts that turned out to be an absolute blast. To end the day, Sunshine fried some fish in a pan and served some rice to go with it. Aurora added a small salad bowl and a fruit bowl into the mix. It was a delicious dinner and the best way to end the holiday.

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eustasskiddsprosthetic · 10 months ago

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I have this Lawlu fic idea called "The City of Light" in my drafts. I'm most excited about writing Law here. He's a pirate who disappeared a century ago and no one knows where he is. That is...

In the present day, Luffy stumbles upon an island that's seemingly abandoned. Usopp refuses to go, claiming he has 'fear of new islands diseases'. At their campsite, Usopp suddenly disappears. Whatever, Usopp probably got cowardly—nothing new. He and Zoro push on!

They end up on a city made of white gold. It's shiny, it's brilliant and sparkling. They're greeted by a handsome man who's older than them both but speaks kindly and warmly. He shows them around, feeds them whatever they want and gives them nice clothes. He promises to keep a look out for Usopp, but there's a weird look in his eye Zoro could not ignore. It gets worse when Luffy looks positively smitten.

One night, Zoro turns to Luffy and says, "Hey, this is nice but I think we should go back. I don't like the way he looks at you." Luffy just blinks, "Why?" Zoro explains, "Usopp's gone and I think he did it." Luffy never saw Zoro this nervous before but he agrees to be careful. The next day, Zoro's gone too. Whatever, maybe Zoro got lost. Zoro will come back. He always does!

(TW: Cannibalism.)

The next morning, Luffy sees his host under a waterfall while exploring the forest. That's when Luffy really sees him as a man, a gorgeous, sexy, irresistible one. He turns to Luffy and smiles. He invites Luffy to come bathe with him, which is an excuse for him to feel up Luffy approvingly while stripping him. He touches Luffy everywhere. His chest, his abs, his hips. He is just about to come closer until...

A plant nearly bites off the man's head. Then some sleeping gas.

Amidst the confusion, Usopp grabs Luffy and runs away into the forest, runs as far as he can back to their ship. Usopp tells Luffy that this guy's really fucking dangerous. He 'disappeared' because he got chased by this huge white bear demon (Bepo's sulong form) with shining blue eyes while collecting firewood. With enough effort, Usopp finally defeated the bear. That's not all. Usopp saw him try to lure Zoro into a cave by conjuring phantoms of Kuina demanding a rematch. The guy eats people in said cave. For a brief moment, Usopp swore he looked ancient, all wrinkly like a raisin as he devours them and only when he's had enough does he revert back to his youthful appearance. Just before Luffy can process this information, the man catches up to them and he is FURIOUS. He drew his sword to kill Usopp but Luffy pushes him off and punches him back. Luffy tells Usopp to run away and take care of Zoro and the others.

Luffy's unsure of what to make of this, but he decides to stick around just in case. By this point, Luffy's half in love. He did not want to think his first love could do anything bad...

The next day, Luffy stumbles upon a cave. When he looks inside, that's when he finally understood Usopp's urgency. The man was eating someone and was half-way through eating his arm that he looked up and saw Luffy. Luffy just walks up to him, finds the locket that accidentally dropped on the floor. He opens it and recognises the people inside. Luffy said he would leave the island to return the locket to the proper owner no matter what. The man's livid now.

They get into a heated argument about the world being dangerous or whatever but that doesn't matter. Right after Luffy says that he has his crew to protect him, the man knocked him out unconscious...

#one piece #lawlu #trafalgar law #monkey d. luffy #this concept has had me in a chokehold for like three days #i was inspired by Black Pearl and El Dorado by EXO #i usually prefer writing fluff/smut but this is a whole new level #if i have to suffer thinking about this you do too!#jacqueline's city of light au

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a-nick · 12 days ago

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The Final Heist: Chapter 4

Life was busy, so each thief couldn't really agree on a set time. Because of this everyone mostly showed up one by one. This wasn't a detail that anybody minded though, it gave everyone a chance to catch up while they all waited. There was even a point where every thief had arrived, but everyone was so caught up in conversation that they hardly noticed.

First, there was Ren and Ryuji, the group's bestfriend duo. Ren took his place as the barista, making everyone coffee and curry as always. Ryuji was sitting on a barstool, arms stretched over the counter as he lazily flopped foward. "Whats your reason for vistin' Tokyo anyway?" He curiously asked.

Ren half-mindedly washed a cup, he tilted his head back and forth as he thought on an answer. "Life's been a bit hectic, I thought it might be a nice break to see everyone again."

'Hectic,' Ryuji thought. The blond was exeriencing similarities with the going ons of his life as well. He probably needed this too. "I'm with ya there man, collage has been killin' me."

"I don't mean for this to come across as offensive or anything, but I'm honestly surprised you went the collage route," pondered Ren. Out of all the gang, Ren pinned Ryuji the LEAST likely to go to collage. Not that it would have been bad or anything. From what Ren understood, there were plenty of content non-collage routes you could take in life.

"Don't worry about it, I'm honestly surprised too. I think if I never met everyone I probably wouldn't have." Answered Ryuji as he twiddled his thumbs.

Ren did one final head tilt, "oh?" Everything about his position resembled that of a curious cat.

"Life as whole woulda been different without you guys, I don't think I'd be happy." After hearing Ryuji say that feelings of warmth overcame Ren's chest. Knowing that he was able to contribute to his friend's happiniess... Things like that meant a lot to Ren. "How about you?" Ryuji continued, "any plans for a collage life, Ren-Ren?"

Not only did having his criminal record make getting a job or apartment difficult, it also made getting into collage difficult. But Ren's difficulty's weren't ever something he wanted to let on. He just wanted his friends to enjoy their lives in peace. "Haven't put much thought into yet," he lied.

Sitting a gap of chairs past Ryuji was Akechi and Sumire. Sumire had her phone propped up against some of the coffee making equipment so Akechi could see it. "Hi, Goro!" Greeted Sophia from Sumire's phone. "Can I call you Goro? I heard Ren-Ren call you that yesterday."

In some weird sort of remarkable way, Akechi felt like he didn't have it in him to be rude to the sweet little a.i. He couldn't pinpoint why, and it even started to bother him. But shoving down feelings of resistance, Akechi merely sighed. "Do whatever you please."

"It's weird seeing you so tame again, Akechi-san. Did Sophie cause a change of heart in you?" Joked Sumire.

"As a Phantom Thief, changing hearts is my job!" Added Sophia, she had taken Sumire's statement more seriously than intended. Adding onto his previous sigh, Akechi let out a more elongated and annoyed sigh. He knew a fight against the Phantom Thieves cheerful red-heads would be redundant. He simply tried his best to ignore them.

In the booth behind them sat Yusuke and Ann, both had been staring at Morgana sleeping on the table. "Aww," cooed Ann, "he's honestly cute when he's all curled up like that."

Yusuke put his hands up, he did that thing artists do when they make a box with their hands. Within Yusuke's small frame, he framed Morgana. "He'd make an excellent subject for a candid shot."

Morgana's ears flickered as he heard Yusuke hear those weirds. But in his half asleep state he ended up wrongly assuming. "I'm NOT shaving my fur off for a nude portrait!"

"Umm, I don't think that's what he--"

But Yusuke jolted up, interupting Ann's defense of him. "That's a brilliant idea!"

In the booth behind THEM was Futaba, Haru, and Zenkichi. They were all playing Tycoon. And judging by the commotion being caused, it was clear who was winning... Futaba stood up, slamming down a card. She hadn't even noticed Yusuke behind her standing up at the same time. Her hand free of cards, she victoriously cheered, "welcome to beggerhood, Gramps!"

Zenkichi put up his hands in surrender, "in my defense, I'm still not even sure I have a good grasp on the rules."

"Don't worry, Gramps-san! We'll make sure to go easy on you next time!" Cheered Haru with that hauntingly innocent voice of her's.

"Well when you put it like THAT it just stings."

And behind them stood Makoto and Toshiro, the pair had been positioned standing next to LeBlanc's door. They had both been remenicsing on their student counsel past. "I can't believe you had to deal with all the Phantom Thieves while you were president, I had my hands full enough with Eri." Of course, Toshiro meant that lovingly. There was never a dull second with Eri and he loved that.

"It was mostly just Ryuji and Ann who caused me trouble; Ren was pretty studious, to a fault even. The amount of times I caught him dozing off due to exhaustion..." Makoto cast an affectionoate glance Ren's way, "he always did so much for us..."

"I always got that impression from Amamiya, he seems like the type to overwork himself."

"Says you," Makoto snickered in return, "we've been seeing you all over the news, internet, everything. You sure have been putting your all in."

"I have to. After all, I made a promise, didn't I?"

Ren was finally able to take notice that everyone was here. The leader of the Phantom Thieves excused himself from his conversation with Ryuji. He stood just past the counter, in front of every thief in hopes to get their attention. "Now that everyone's here," he called out, "It's time to make a game plan."

All eyes were now on Ren. "We've got a long day ahead of us," he continued, "particularly, we have some investigating that needs to get done." Ren walked fully past the counter so everyone could get a full view of him. "While we don't technically know what it is we're dealing with here, all evidence is pointing to a Palace. Until we get more information, that's the assumption we'll be working off of. The goal today will be to split into groups and investigate where the source of corruption could be."

"In other words," Morgana joined Ren, he'd hopped up on the barstool beside Ren to gain some height. "We're going to look into who could be the possible Palace owner, that way we can find a keyword."

"Actually," Sumire stood out of her own barstool to get Ren's attention. "I was thinking of seeking out Dr. Maruki today, maybe he'd know something?"

"Good idea," Ren nodded.

"As for me," now it was Yusuke speaking, "I can examine for anybcorruption within the art world!"

"I could always check for any political scandals," added Toshiro.

"Leader! You should let me see if I can find the keyword here at the hideout!" Futaba rose out of her seat and began frantically waving her hand around.

Ren grinned at the optimism of the group. "Sounds like you all already know what you wanna do. Okay--" Ren clapped his hands, "now that's settled, we should add onto each group."

"I can go with Toshiro, maybe I can see if I can spot any fashion scandals on the way?" Said Ann as she twirled a picktail.

Ryuji's eyes lit up at the word 'fashion', not because he was into fashion though. Probably for less moral reasons. "I'll join Ann and Pops!"

"I think I'd like to join Yoshizawa, I want to see this Maruki fellow for myself." Leaned Zenkichi back casually.

Makoto and Haru exchanged knowing glances. After doing so Makoto made it a point to say. "Me and Haru will join you two just in case you need backup."

Morgana stood up, yawning and stretching his paws out. "I'll stay back and join Futaba here at the hideout."

"I'd like to join Futaba too!" While saying that, it had completely slipped Sophia's mind that she was still tied to Sumire's phone.

Luckily, Futaba noticed the inconsistency immediately. "Could I borrow your phone so Sophie can join us, Sumi?" Although it was a bit hesitant, Futaba passed her own phone off to Sumire. "You can borrow mine in the meantime for emergency."

"Oh, of course!" The two traded off phones. Now Sophia was in Futaba's hands.

"I'll go with Yusuke on his venture into the art world," Ren hummed. "As for Akechi..." Ren turned his attention the detective's ways. "I think you're better off joining me and Yusuke. I don't think anyone will recognize you within the world of art."

"My favorite part was when you actually let me get a say in it," was only how Akechi replied. But he ended up coming to terms with the situation. Ren was probably the only person here he'd be able to slightly tolerate anyway. "But fine, it's not looking like I have a choice regardless."

"Alright, now that we have a plan. Phantom Thieves..." Ren sprung a dramatic hand to his face, "It's showtime!"

MAKOTO NIJIMA - HARU OKUMURA- SUMIRE YOSHIZAWA - ZENKICHI HASAGAWA

The gang lingered in Shibuya, unsure of where to start. "I will admit..." Sumire began to chew her thumbnail, "I'm not sure where to find Dr. Maruki."

But similar to their convenience of wishing to leave the Metaverse, a taxi pulled up. "Did anyone here call a taxi?" It was...

"Dr. Maruki!" Sumire gasped. She readjusted herself, trying not to seem so flabbergasted at the doctor's appearance. "Umm, well, actually-- We have a few things we'd like to talk to you about!"

Maruki poked his head out of the car. He saw some more Phantom Thieves, including an older man he didn't recognize. "Then we better do it in a more secure place; hop in." And so they did. All three girls got into the back while Zenkichi got into the front. "You're from the Thieves most recent adventure I suppose?"

Zenkichi nodded, "that'd be correct. Zenkichi Hasagawa."

"Takuto Maruki, despite what Yoshizawa-san said, I'm not really a doctor anymore."

"I've heard a few things about you, something about altering reality?" Zenkichi couldn't help but ask.

"That's true--" Makoto chimed in from the back, "but it's honestly a long story."

Haru decided to help with the explanation. "Dr. Maruki created a reality where everyone was happy, people were even brought back from the dead."

"Well," Maruki awkwardly chuckled, "you guys jump straight to the point. But yes... I did do that..." a shameful tone of voice arose in his latter response.

Zenkichi scratched his goatee. The idea itself wasn't entirely awful, but it gave off the same issues as the EMMA incident did. "But I'm assuming humanity no longer had any control."

"Yes... That was the biggest issue," replied Maruki slowly.

Sumire poked her head out from the backseat. "But we're not here to make you feel bad, doctor! I mean, sorta... We just, umm, had a few questions about the Metaverse."

"The Metaverse?" It'd been over a year since he heard that term directly. His surprise at hearing it showed on his face. "Why, did something happen?"

"It came back. We couldn't help but wonder if you were involved." Makoto went straight for the throat with the bluntness of her question.

"Me? No, not this time. I know you don't have reason to trust me, but I can promise you I haven't done anything."

Sumire fell back into her seat, "that's what we were hoping to hear."

"Well, I 'have' been working with someone who has experience with the cognitive world... But I don't think we've done anything to bring it back."

Zenkichi was suspicious of such a response, so much so that he raised an eyebrow. "And who might that be?"

Like another lucky cue, Maruki's phone started going off. "Looks like that's her right now." He leaned over to his phone, which had been tucked away into the glove compartment, and answered it. "Takoto Maruki speaking."

"Maruki!" A chipper voice rang from the other side. A chipper voice that was hauntingly familiar to the likes of Makoto, Haru, and Zenkichi... "Did you have any time to meet up today?"

Zenkichi was outwardly surpirsed. A surprise easy to see when he gasped, "you're working with Ichinose!?"

"Oh? Are those the Phantom Thieves I hear in the background?"

Maruki himself had to do a double take, "hang on, you all know each other?"

"Yes, we met during the EMMA incident of last year," Haru elaborated. Though she conviently forget to mention that Ichinose was the source of said EMMA incident.

"I heard everything about the Metaverse from Sophia, if there's anything I can help you guys with just let me know."

Makoto leaned closer to the phone to say her piece. "If there's any information you have, that'd be great."

Eyes still on the road, Maruki started to speak again. "I don't have any solid evidence to back this up... But I may have a theory." Makoto, Haru, Sumire, Zenkichi, and even Ichinose all opened their ears to hear what he had to say. "Everytime you guys finish a fight, you think that's it, the Metaverse is over. But it somehow keeps coming back, right?"

Makoto gave a hesitant nod, unsure of where the doctor was going. "Yes."

"While it can still mostly dissappear, maybe there's one thing keeping it alive. Somehow one person, thing, whatever it may be, is holding that sliver of the Metaverse within themselves."

The Thieves in the car all kind of felt a resounding "ah" within themselves. The theory sounded plausible, but there was currently no way to prove it. "Any clue what that thing or person might be?" Zenkichi asked.

"I have no idea, figuring out that part would be up to you guys. I myself don't want to go anywhere near the Metaverse again..."

After recalling everything both he and her went through, Sumire understood where he was coming from. "I get that, thank you for helping us though."

"Of course."

"Before we split our ways, I'm curious Ichinose-san-- What is it that you and Dr. Maruki are working on?" Haru politely asked from the back seat.

"Oh! I decided to get the help of a cognitive scientist to help me work on ways to get Sophia out of just one phone!"

"Hey, wasn't Futaba working on something like that?" Makoto pondered, "you two should talk to her about that."

Abruptly ending the conversation was the car making its stop. Feeling like the talk came to its conclusion, Maruki brought the group back to LeBlanc. "I wish you all luck."

The Thieves got out of the car, waving the doctor goodbye. Sumire gave a polite "thank you," at his wish of goodluck. They weren't able to gather much information. But at least it was something.

RYUJI SAKAMOTO - ANN TAKAMAKI - TOSHIRO KASUKABE

Once they got off the train, they strategized just outside the train station. "I will admit, narrowing it down to just one political scandal will prove to be difficult," Toshiro made sure to mention. "First there was everything with Shido, then me and my father, then after that it was last year's Owada."

"But that was all ages' ago, man. Shouldn't we be lookin' at something more recent?"

Ryuji made a good point. If it was anything to cause a Palace to surface NOW, it'd have to be a more recent scandal. Or at least a more recent politician to the political world. "Fair point. But I honestly can't think of any recent scandals."

Ann had been twirling her picktails in thought, but Toshiro's words caused her to stop. "But that's good though, right?"

"Generally, yes. It means our political system is taking a turn for the better. It doesn't help us in our current situation though."

"Excuse me, I couldn't help but over hear you speaking about politics." It had been the older man Toshiro met yesterday. Once again, Toshiro recognized the man, but he still couldn't pinpoint why.

Ryuji recognized the older man as well. "Aren't you that politician guy that Ren-Ren helped?"

It wasn't hard for the older man to figure out that "Ren-Ren" was "Ren Amamiya". "Why, yes, I am. I presume you're his friends?"

Returning to her picktail twirling ways, Ann replied with a peppy, "yep!"

"If you don't mind me asking, who are you?" Inquired Toshiro.

"My apologies, I'm Toranosuke Yoshida."

And there it was, the realization that Toshiro had been desperately seeking out. Yoshida, a man who USED to be one of the political world's biggest scandals. Everyone assumed him to be a fraud, Toshiro among them, but after everything that happened to him, he knew to assume different now. Yoshida had been proven innocent the year prior as well, he was now a Diet member again and climbing the ranks.

"Judging by the way you were all whispering..." Yoshida leaned in closer to whisper, "I'd assume this is Phantom Thief work?"

"Woah!" Ann jolted back, "how did you know!?"

"You're not gonna turn us in or anything, are ya?" Huffed Ryuji, now on the defence.

Yoshida let out a jovial laugh, "nothing of the sort! I simply knew thanks to my time working with Amamiya-kun. If there's anything I can do to help, just let me know."

"In that case..." Toshiro put one of his hands in the other, a look of contemplation on his face. "As someone higher in the ranks of the political world, would you happen to know of any recent scandals?" He had a feeling the question would be a dead end, but it was worth a shot.

"Strangely enough, I can't think of any at the moment. The world of politics has been more peaceful then ever."

"Man, that means we've hit a wall." Ryuji grumbled, crossing his arms.

"Maybe it just means the Palace owner isn't tied to the political world? Mika's doing a shoot around here, I could always ask her about anything going on in the modeling world."

"As in Mika-Rin?! Sounds like a plan to me!" Ryuji replied 'way' too enthusiastically.

"Ugh, I'm not letting you anywhere near her," gagged Ann.

Before going off with the others, Toshiro gave a polite bow to Yoshida. "Thank you for your help."

"Any time, and don't forget what I said yesterday."

Toshiro smiled at the older gentlemen. He prepared to say something in response to him, but was quickly pulled away by Ann and Ryuji. "Come on, Pops! Unless you wanna lag behind?"

So the three swiftly made their way over to a nearby fashion shop that lurked in Shibuya's streets. Ryuji desperately wanted to see Mika, but Ann wouldn't let him near her. Meanwhile, Toshiro lingered back with Ryuji, as he hadn't a clue about the modeling world.

"Ann? What are you doing here, this isn't you're shoot." Practically hissed Mika.

"Don't worry Mika," Ann giggled, "I'm not here to take your spotlight or anything. I just have a question to ask."

"Well, whatever it is, make it quick. Can you not see how busy I am?"

Toshiro, who was watching from afar, found the entire scenario curious. "Are we sure SHE isn't the source of corruption?" He leaned over and whispered to Ryuji.

"Nah, that's just an act Mika-Rin puts on to shield her soft heart!"

"Right..."

Back to Ann and Mika, Ann shot her question. "I haven't been paying much attention, has there been any, like, major scandals in the modeling world?"

"Other than the fact that I'm 'not' on more fashion magazines? No, not that I can think of."

To Ann, that settled that. Most other's wouldn't have, but Ann trusted Mika. Mika had been manuplitive, sure, but she worked hard as a model. And Ann admired her for that. Unfortunately, that also meant they hit yet another wall. As Ann returned to Ryuji and Toshiro, she gave them a defeated shrug. "Nothing."

Ryuji returned her defeated shrug, "I guess we'll just have to report back empty handed."

"If it's alright, I'd like to be heading back soon. I, ah... Well, I have to meet someone for dinner tonight."

Now engrossed in the drama, Ann got all up in Toshiro's space. "Pops got a dinnerdate!? Who's the lucky lady?"

"It's with Eri, actually. After everything that happened, I was able to reunite with her."

"Good for you, Pops!" Ryuji playfully elbowed Toshiro, "you gotta remember to introduce, man."

Toshiro softly chuckled at that, "will do."

MORGANA - FUTABA SAKURA - SOPHIA - ERINA

Futaba felt a sense of resounding defeat in her. After ages of internet hunting, she couldn't find a single clue. "This is so strange, I can't dig up anything on the internet!"

Following along with a melancholy tone, Sophia sighed. "I can't find anything either..."

"I hope Joker and the others are having better luck..." Whined Morgana as he temporarily lifted his head from his paws. It was funny, he slipped into that old habit of calling Ren "Joker," while even in the real world.

"LeBlanc's feeling like a prison while we figure out this whole Metaverse theater thing..." Futaba grumbled.

But surprisingly to them, the next thing they knew that familiar feeling of distortion waved over them. "Waaaah, wuh-- Kitty! What did you say?" Futaba exclaimed, turning on her heel to face the Metaverse form version of Morgana.

"Me? I didn't say anything!"

"I didn't expect to see you guys back so soon!" Both Futaba and Morgana turned to face the voice. It had been Erina.

"Erina!?" The two had gasped in unison.

Morgana followed it up by saying, "I didn't know you could exist in the Metaverse without Toshiro!"

She merely shrugged, "me either, it wasn't a thing until now, honestly."

"I think despite being Toshiro's persona... You're a little bit like me, a being created by human cognition but still one with its own will."

"While I love theorizing--" interrupted Futaba, "I don't think we're ever gonna get a solid answer on Erina's exitisance, we gotta do some investigating into that theater right now!"

Morgana shook his abnormally sized head, "Futaba's right, Erina--" Morgana turned back to face the purple haired rebel, "have you seen anything weird while we were gone?"

Erina put a thoughtful hand to her face, "I 'was' going to charge into that theater, but some weird egg-kid stopped me."

"Egg-kid?" Morgana questioned.

You could see a sparkle form in Futaba's eyes, despite the large goggles obscuring them. "Does she mean Jose!?"

"Hey, guys!" Jose rode in on his little cart. When he hopped off he opened his arms to greet the Thieves. "It's so nice to see you all again!" The egg-like boy tilted his head in curiosity at Sophia, "and someone I've never met, too!"

"Hi, Jose! I'm Sophia, humanity's companion!"

Jose expression contorted a bit at that. His head tilted and his eyebrow raised. "Humanity's companion?" The boy questioned back.

"You know, now that I think about it-- Jose and Sophie had some pretty similar goals, huh?" Futaba outwardly thought.

"Wowwie, first that purple haired rebel lady, and now a companion of humanity. You Phantom Thieves sure are something!"

Erina got a good laugh out of Jose's "purple haired rebel lady" comment. "I'd say that's a pretty accurate description."

Morgana, like always, was the first to get back on track. "Why'd you stop Erina from going inside, Jose?"

"Because it's dangerous in there! The owner of this Palace isn't any normal shadow, he's super strong!"

Erina gave a bit of a confident hair flip, "pfft, I'm sure I would have been fine!"

Instead of letting the conversation derail like usual, Futaba picked up on something specific that Jose said. "Woah, woah, hold the phone! So it's official then, this is a Palace?"

Sophia's display lit up with sparkles. "I've only heard of Palaces, I've never seen one before!"

Erina placed a thoughtful hand on her hip. "Same here, it'll be pretty exciting getting to join in on some real Phantom Thief work!"

"Meh, don't get too excited. Usually Palaces mean there's some stuck up jerk involved," reminded Futaba.

"This one's different," all heads now turned Jose's way. "This Palace owner isn't evil or anything... He's just lost."

That particular sentence seemingly struck a chord in Futaba, as now she had begun sheepishly kicking the ground. "Lost, huh? That sounds a whole lot like mine..."

"Do you know who it is, Jose?" Asked Morgana.

Jose nodded, "I do. But I don't really think it's my place to tell you."

Now that just seemed odd to everyone involved. Morgana, Futaba, Sophia, and Erina just exchanged confused glances with one and other. "Oh, umm, okay. Well thanks for the information you could give us," Morgana finally said.

"Of course! I wish you Phantom Thieves good luck!"

"Should we report back to the others now?" Inquired Futaba.

"I'd say so, yeah. I don't think we can get much more information without going inside, and you heard Jose, it's dangerous."

"Oh... I guess I'll see you guys when you're back," shrugged Erina meekly.

"I can stay here and keep you company, Erina!" Chirped Sophia. She was innocently teetering back and forth on her heels.

Erina gently smiled and laughed, "It's alright, don't worry about me! I've got the weird egg-kid to keep me company."

Continuing her teetering, Sophia replied with, "if you're sure..."

"We'll be back soon, Erina!" Waved Futaba. And with that, the group left the Metaverse. But it honestly felt like they had more questions than answers...

REN AMAMIYA - YUSUKE KITAGAWA - GORO AKECHI

Ren planted a hand on his hip, his head tilted as his eyebrows scrunched up. "So, uh, Yusuke-- Mind telling me what we're doing in Tokyo's backalleys?"

In dramatic Yusuke fashion, the blue haired teen rose a dramatic hand to his face. "There's a specific street artist who's recently arose to popularity, I can't help but wonder if they have ties to any of this."

Akechi bore a sour face, one of discontent and annoyance. "And do 'you' mind telling me what we're doing following the idiot around?"

"Hey-- Yusuke's not an idiot. I trust him with this," defended Ren. Akechi simply rolled his eyes. "About this street artist..." Ren turned his attention back to Yusuke, "What's their name?"

"Their name is Geurnica-- A street artist who paints murals with a heart of rebellion. I can't help but admire their work, it reminds me of what we do as Phantom Thieves."

"Geurnica..." Ren hummed, "why does that sound vaguely familiar?"

"I'm getting the same feeling..." Akechi agreed.

"Well, they are quite well known, that might be why," Yusuke elaborated.

Ren and Akechi exchanged a quick glance. Something about the name felt more familiar to them... But they couldn't pinpoint why.

"What'dya need me for?" Ren, Yusuke, and Akechi all turned around to see a blue haired young woman. She wore simple clothes with a paint splatter design. She placed a hand on her hip, "I don't usually reveal myself out in the open, but something feels familiar about you guys."

"Geurnica in the flesh!" Yusuke's fangirl senses went off. "To think I'd see the day!"

Ren and Akechi both had to clutch their heads as a shot of pain spiked through them. Following this pain was an overflow of memories, memories that the sight of the young woman before them sparked to come back. Yusuke saw this and immediately jumped to Ren's side, completely ignoring Akechi. "Ren, are you alright?!"

As the pain washed away, Ren nodded. "I'm good, but I think...

"The Streets..." Akechi mumbled next to him.

"And Jerri," Ren finished.

Geurnica look terrified by the mention of the name Jerri. Unlike the Thieves, she retained her memories of those events a year ago. "How do you... Are you guys the Phantom Thieves!?"

"Geurnica knows who we are!?" Said Yusuke, completely appaled.

"It was thanks to a little event that occurred over a year ago. It was me, Akechi, and Sumire I think... Now that I think about it-- Everything with Jerri was really similar to Salmael..." Ren trailed off.

"English, please. Who on earth is Salmael?" Hissed Akechi.

"It's nothing, I'll talk about it later with the other Thieves."

Geurnica gawked at Akechi for a few moments. Like she had something to say but didn't know how to say it. Akechi took notice of her sights on him, "do you need something?" He snarled.

"You look a lot like Crow, but you sure don't act a thing like him." Geurnica only got to witness Akechi while he was putting up his princely facade, she wasn't used to seeing him like this.

"Oh, don't worry about it. Crow's just embraced his true self--" Ren cast a quick glance to Akechi before looking back to Geurnica, "--it just so happens that he's feral."

"I will admit, I'm feeling rather behind on the conversation here," confessed Yusuke.

"So I'm assuming you're Joker then..." Geurnica pointed at Ren. "But who's this guy?" She now pointed at Yusuke.

"That's Fox, he's another Phantom Thief that you just haven't met," Ren answered. "And Yusuke, I'll explain everything to you and the other Thieves later."

Yusuke nodded, "I appreciate that, but Geurnica, it seems to me that you have experience with the cognitive world?"

Geurnica just stared at Yusuke confused, "the cogni-what?"

"It's the place within one's heart," explained Akechi shortly. "For example, The Streets."

"Oh, in that case, yeah, I do."

"Fantastic. Have you experienced any more cognitive world relayed oddities?" Continued Yusuke.

"No, at least not that I've noticed. Why-- Did something happen?"

Ren gave a subtle nod, "yeah, but you don't need to stress about it; we'll take care of it."

"This does lead us to a dead end though, and--" Yusuke looked at the setting sun, "it is getting late as well."

"Looks like we'll need to report back to the other Thieves, thanks for the help, Geurnica--"

Geurnica wasn't sure what exactly it was she did to help, but she accepted Ren's thanks anyways. "Anytime, and if you need any more help in the future, you can always come to me."

Ren gave her a brisk but determined nod.

"Someone, please, anyone help!" A voice cried out.

Immediately rushing out of the alleyway, Ren was the first on the scene. Yusuke reached out his hand to stop the leader of the Phantom Thieves, but to no avail. "Whats the matter!?"

Akechi picked up on what was going on, he gave a disappointed head shake and grumbled, "that idiot..!" But of course, he still followed.

Back to Ren, the screaming he followed led him to a neighboring alleyway. Inside was a young woman being assaulted by skinny thug. Despite the visual difficulty, it was a sight all too familiar. The idea of things happening the way they did again got Ren's heart racing. But his own well being was never something he'd put over others. With a final gulp, he got in between the man and woman.

"What're you doing punk? Does this look like any of your buisness?"

"It does when clearly this woman doesn't look like she wants to be touched."

The man may have been skinny, but he was still tall. Using his advantage in height, he loomed over Ren. "You step away, or I'll get the cops involved. Who are they gonna believe, an adult or some punk?"

Technically Ren was of legal adult age, but he bit back on the urge to be witty in light of the serious situation. He simply stood his ground, glaring the thug straight on.

"Luckily for you, the police overheard everything," came a soothing voice. It was a voice Ren recognized, but not one he'd heard in ages. Into the alleyway came the second coming of the Detective Prince himself. Or more accurately, what Ren knew to be the 'persona' of the detective prince.

"Goro Akechi? Ain't nobody seen you in ages!" Replied the thug. But of course the presence of the police, or what he thought was the police, stressed him out.

"I was simply out on undercover police business," Akechi lied. Drawing closer to the thug, he prepared to whisper in his ear. He completely dropped the facade, hissing, "and if you tell anyone of my presence here tonight, I'll make you regret it."

This had successfully intimidated the thug, looking pale as a ghost, he scurried right on out of there. Ren threw his hands up in disbelief, "how come you were able to intimidate him and I wasn't? We've got practically the same build!"

Akechi merely ignored Ren's comment, "trying to get arrested the same way you did the first time, I see. What do you have, some kind of death wish?"

"You know just as well I as I do that I couldn't just ignore someone in need like that."

"And why is that, Amamiya? What is it in that you makes constantly need to play the role of hero?"

The young woman Ren saved, though timid, stepped up, "umm, excuse me." Both Ren and Akechi looked to her. "Sorry to interupt, but I wanted to thank you both, for saving me I mean."

Ren smiled, but the woman left before he could reply. He looked back to Akechi, "and there's your answer."

Yusuke, who'd actually gone after the two, finally caught up. "There you are, I was worried about you!"

"Don't worry about it Yusuke. It's probably about time we headed back, anyways."

But then it happened, Ren felt that infamous phone buzz against his leg.

Toshiro: Hey, guys. Would it be alright if we met back up tomorrow instead? I have somewhere I need to be tonight.

Ann: Hehe, Pops has a date!

Futaba: What!? Since when!? And how come nobody told me the dirty deets?!

Makoto: Ryuji should probably being doing his collage homework, as well.

Ryuji: Whaaaat!? What're you singling me out for!?

Haru: I actually have some homework I need to work on too!

Zenkichi: And I've got some police paper work to fill out.

Ren: Don't worry about it. Meeting up tomorrow is just fine.

Makoto: Try not to forget the information we all learnt today, everyone.

Sumire: I'll make sure to write it down!

Futaba: Suummii, you still gotta stop by so we can trade phone's back.

Sumire: My bad!! I almost forgot!

Ren: See you all tomorrow.

Ren stuffed his phone back into his pocket, looking up to face Akechi and Yusuke who he was sure knew what was going on. He gave a little salute goodbye, "cya guys tomorrow."

Akechi gave a very brisk and subtle nod. But Yusuke returned Ren's warmth with a smile of his. "Very well then, you two rest well."

#persona 5 #persona #persona series #persona 5 joker #persona 5 spoilers #persona 5 tactica #persona 5 tactica spoilers #persona 5 royal #persona 5 royal spoilers #persona 5 strikers #persona 5 strikers spoilers #ren amamiya

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violetlunette · 1 year ago

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TWSTOber Day 22: Sharp

Pairings: Male Yuu x Silver with Lilia getting in the way.

“Looking sharp there, Angel.” Silver turned at the flirtatious tone. His heart leaped when he saw the figure it belonged to.

“Ah. Thanks, Yuu,” Silver replied, his gaze dropping to the side as he played with a strand of hair. “The costumes are based on the Longs of the East. Lord Malleus picked the theme.”

“Not what I meant, but eh,” Yuu shrugged, then gave Silver a lookover that sent a strange sensation throughout his body. “The costume does look great on you.” It was unusual to see the teen without Grim hovering around him and belting demands, but then again Silver supposed the same could be said about himself and Sebek.

Yuu gave Silver a grin that made the other heat up. “Then again, you could wear anything and it would suit you. Then again you could be wearing nothing and you’d look like a god. I know I’d worship you.” Silver coughed, trying to hide a flushing face.

“Thanks?” he said, not sure how to respond. He ran a hand over his neck as the back began to prickle slightly. “You look nice too.” Yuu lifted the black clock draped around him and made a face.

“Hah. I appreciate the thought of those guys, but they put more effort into Grim’s costume. I look like the Phantom Blot, white edition.” Silver tiled his head.

“Who?”

“Never mind.” Yuu started to slide closer to Silver but stopped before he got too close. His eyes darted side to side as his brow furrowed deeply. “Where Batman?” Silver blinked.

‘Batman?’ “You mean Lilia?” Silver then recalled that Yuu and Lilia were fairly close. Whenever he saw the two, they were roughhousing, just like Malleus and Leona. Yuu must have come here to find Lilia.

When he thought this, there was a slight pain in Silver's chest, but he ignored it. “Sorry to disappoint you, but he’s looking at the other attractions right now.”

“I see. And Crocodile Simp?”

“Sebek? He’s with Epel, I believe.”

“So, it’s just you?”

“Well, since Malleus is attending duties, I suppose so. Why?” Hearing this, Yuu’s entire being brightened like a jack ‘o lantern as he smiled broadly and he pulled himself to his full height.

“Oh, nothing!” He slid himself till he was side-by-side with Silver, his face beaming. Silver once again felt his heart jump at the proximity, and bats fluttered in his stomach.

“So, how’s your Halloween been so far—aside from the magicam beast, I mean?” Yuu asked conversationally, his smile shimmering. Silver didn’t understand why he was so happy, however, his expression brought a smile to Silver’s own face.

“I’ve had fun. Everyone really enjoyed themselves and I’m glad that people were impressed by the hard work that Malleus and the others put into the decorations.” Yuu cast a glance at the décor that dressed the Ramshackle dorm as if taking in the detail for the first time.

“Well, I’ll admit they do look pretty. Not as pretty as you but still.” Silver again.

“Th-that’s, um…”

“Heh. Nice to know I can leave you speechless.”

“Hm.” Silver didn’t speak, partly because he was sure he was being teased and partly because he didn’t know what to say.

An odd quiet fell between the two as the sound of the celebrations fell over them. This was one of the few times where Silver wished he was a man of words, like his father, as he felt he should say something but didn’t know what. It didn’t help that when he was around Yuu, Silver found himself becoming anxious, a feeling he never felt before.

‘I wonder why--’ Yuu interrupted his thoughts, his first word loud as a blast—which made Silver jump--before lowering.

“Well! Since it’s just the two of us, whaddya say I show you some over-the-top tricks and share special, one-of-a-kind treats?” As he spoke, Yuu leaned towards Silver’s face. Silver’s face changed color as Yuu’s breath tickled his ear.

“I, um, well--” Silver’s mind went blank and his tongue fumbled about at a loss as to what to do. “What—what kind of tricks… I mean, yes, I’d like to see them…” He was finally able to stutter back. He wanted to pull away as the closeness to Yuu seemed to make his brain shut down, however, at the same time, he didn’t. As shy as it made him feel, being so close made Silver feel—nice? Was that the word?

As embarrassed as Silver was, Yuu seemed to enjoy his expression as a devilish smirk crossed his features.

“Well, the first trick is—Ahh!” Yuu let out a loud yelp as he felt a sharp pain in his side, the hit that caused it knocking him through the air. Needless to say, Silver was startled as his eyes widened.

“Yuu?!” As Silver slipped into shock, a figure took Yuu’s place.

“I wouldn’t unless you want this night to become a gore fest,” Lilia said with a very pleasant smile that lit up his adorable features. Silver had to blink a few times as his brain loaded.

“Fa—Lilia?” Lilia beamed at him, his expression like one who hadn’t knocked a child into the fence of a haunted mansion.

“Hello, Silver! Sorry, I left you alone for so long!” he greeted,

“Ah, no, that’s...”

Off to the side, Yuu growled as he struggled to dislodge himself from the fence, which bent to accommodate his form.

“Fucking hell… Do you have fucking bat radar?!” he hissed, trying to move a leg. Still beaming, Lilia laughed at Yuu’s predicament.

“Kufufu! As a matter of fact, I do,” he told him, The light glinting of his smile. “And I’m very good at tracking so I can find you no matter where you go.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, Rook Senior,” Yuu sneered.

“See that you do. Here, since you seem stuck, why don’t I help?”

Silver smiled slightly as he watched Lilia and Yuu exchange their friendly banter while the former helped dislodge the latter from the fence. He was glad the two were close as Lilia was the most important thing in the world to him, and Yuu… was becoming very dear to him. (Though he was worried about the two roughhousing so much. Lilia was far stronger than Yuu, after all.)

As he watched the two continue their “creative discussion,” a thought came to Silver’s mind.

‘How... close are they?’ He recalled something Ortho mentioned when he brought up the two.

“Maybe they like each other!” the robot boy had exclaimed. “The way they act reminds me of how two leads act in romance novels.”

‘Like each other...?’

Silver put a hand over his chest as a sharp feeling pierced his heart.

A/N: Silver couldn't be more wrong, lol. Poor Yuu.

I haven decided if I want to write a fic series with Yuu trying to woo Silver, only to be thwarted by Lilia at every turn, but I decided to use this prompt to play a little.

#twst #twst silver #silver vanrouge #silver twisted wonderland #silver twst #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #TwstOber #mine #Silver x Yuu #yuu x Silver #yuusona #twst yuusona #lilia vanrouge #lilia twst #lilia twisted wonderland #twst oc #twst diasomnia

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chuckyslivinghell · 9 months ago

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(something I wrote last week and I'm not sure what it is but I hope you guys like it :>)

Phantom × Dewdrop

The Ghouls ate breakfast together and everything was normal, they talked and as always Dewdrop ignored Phantom.

Since Phantom was the new rhythm guitarist Dew ignored him.

Phantom finished off his chores and walked into the garden, sitting on the grass with his guitar and just enjoying the rest of the warm and sunny day.

Phantom played guitar and hummed the melody when Dewdrop walked up to him.

Dew stood a few feet behind him, just listening and enjoying it even though he would never admit that he liked it or the quint in front of him.

After Phantom finished the song he noticed someone staring at him and turned around to face the shirt fire ghoul. Phantom was ready for everything, he was ready for Dew screaming or laughing at him but no, the other man softly smiled and complimented him.

"That sounded really good, I like it." Dewdrop told him, he was shocked and needed a second to register what he said. "Thank you, Dewdrop." He said shyly, a small smile playing on his face.

"May I join you?* Dewdrop asked him, he wasn't sure why he was nice to the younger ghoul but he also didn't mind it since they're a pack. Phantom nodded at his question, giving Dew the okay to take a seat on the ground next to him and that's what the fire ghoul did.

It was silent for a while, none of them knew what to say but after a while Dewdrop spoke up. "I'm sorry" these simple two words made Phantom smile and the quint knew what he meant without explanation.

"Don't worry, I know that you didn't want to be an arsehole. You're hurting because Aether left." The quintessence ghouls said softly.

"Still... It wasn't right of me to treat you like this and I'm really sorry... Please forgive me." Dewdrop said, it was obvious that he really was sorry.

Phantom smiles softly at him, putting the guitar aside and hugging Dewdrop.

Dewdrop was shocked but hugged him back after a short time, holding him tightly.

After a while they pull away and smile at each other.

"So... We're okay?" Dew asks, unusually shy and Phantom nods. "Yeah, we're okay, don't worry." Phantom says softly, taking his guitar again, placing it in his lap and beginning to play 'year zero'.

Dewdrop hums the melody, both of them relaxing and enjoying each other's company.

After the song ended there was a comfortable silence until Phantom chose to speak up again, a bit unsure if Dew would be okay with his idea.

"Maybe- ... Maybe we could watch a movie later? Of course only if you want and you're not uncomfortable with it, ple-..." Phantoms rambles until Dewdrop cuts him off with a soft smile. "Watching a movie together sounds nice."

"Wait you wouldn't be uncomfortable with watching a movie together?" Phantom was shocked, he didn't think Dewdrop would be so comfortable with him.

"If you want we could cuddle while watching a movie." Dewdrop says, his voicemail is soft. Phantom's smile widens a bit as he nods again.

They're sitting outside until the sun goes down, they're going to Dewdrops room and get comfortable. They sit with a few inches between them while they choose a movie and decide to watch 'corpse bride'. They chose to watch this movie to Dew's dislike but Phantom was happy, so Dewdrop was too.

They get a bit more comfortable on the bed and as the movie goes on, Phantom begins to cuddle into Dewdrop, resting his head in Dew's shoulder. Dewdrop wraps his arms around the quintessence ghoul, playing with his hair. The younger ghoul gives off a purr-like sound and cuddles more into the older ghoul.

It was weird to the fire Ghoul, he cuddled on the bed with the new ghoul that he hated for so long and ignored. Now, where he thinks about it again, he noticed that it was stupid of him to ignore Phantom just because he was mourning a loss.

He made a mental note to properly apologise to the quint and make it up to him with a proper dinner.

For now, he just played with Phantom's hair, while the younger ghoul relaxed and fell asleep.

#ghost band #ghost the band #sodo ghoul #phantom ghoul #aeon ghoul #dewdrop ghoul

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ironbloodaika · 1 year ago

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Happy Halloween 2023!

This is something long overdue. Even though I stopped posting my commissions on here that doesn't mean I've stopped getting them!

I've especially enjoyed getting Halloween commissions because those are really fun to conceive, order, and see made into reality. I've especially enjoyed getting them from Aeolus06 and he's never disappointed. Sadly due to me being between jobs I couldn't get any this year. :( That said I've decided to use this as an opportunity to show what I've got over the last few years and hopefully you'll love them as much as I do! :)

These first four are unique in that these were all from the same year (2020 to be exact). Since Aeo has a cool down period between commissions, I actually got these all done over a period of a few months. XD Took a lot of luck and prayer, but I got all the ideas I wanted done!

First one was probably the most complex, but was worth it because of how well it fit. Star, Marco, and Hekapoo from Star vs The Forces of Evil as AndrAIa, Matrix, and Older!AndrAIa from Reboot! Much like Matrix, Marco had a bit of age jumping that fit naturally (especially body types and eye scars). Plus Star and Hekapoo are shipped pretty hard with him so it was natural they dress as the different versions of Matrix's lady love.

Also, Fun Fact: Marco's scar/prosthetic eye is on the wrong side compared to his costume, but I felt it was better to ignore it than have Aeo flip the entire costume. XD

Next up we had some classic hotties from Canada, Lindsay and Courtney. Everyone with a pulse will know I'm a Courtney fan, so I'm always eager to give her some love. And while I'm not AS big on Lindsay, she's a fun character and I have some friends who love her too so I didn't mind them sharing the spotlight.

Obviously the theme/inspiration behind this pics conception is the fact Lindsay and Courtney pack the biggest T and A on the island respectively, so they needed some costumes to illustrate that. Thus we got Courtney as everyone's fave lady wrestler Rainbow Mika from Street Fighter and Lindsay as the boxing cheerleader Tiffany Lords from Rival Schools. Both ladies who kick ass and look good doing it! Give these ladies some love folks!

Another Fun Fact: This one took faster to do than I expected, mostly cause I didn't realize my refs were thigh high. In the end I feel it still looked good and didn't bother bringing it up. XD

Here's another cute couple and one I think deserves more love. Eclipsa Butterfly and Globgor are also from SVTFOE and honestly very sweet and adorable. While they're regarded as evil by less tolerant folk, they're honestly some of the sweetest characters you'll see on the show. I feel this is a nice contrast to their costumes, Sindel and Shao Kahn from Mortal Kombat. I went with the MK9 versions of their outfits since they were both modern and simple. Didn't wanna be THAT guy who commissions SUPER complicated outfits. I'm not a sadist! While later games would retcon Sindel into being just as evil as Shao (something thankfully corrected in MK1) I still feel this outfit and character works for Eclipsa, even if she and her hubby are as far from evil as you can get. XD

Final pic of this year is another couples pic with Danny Fenton and Paulina Sanchez. I ship these two and take no shame in it. This was originally gonna just be Paulina as Phantom Girl from Legion of Superheroes since the name and colors matched Danny perfectly. But then I figured just having Paulina in costume wouldn't be fair, so I had him dress up as Timberwolf, since I recall them having a few moments in the cartoon. A cartoon, much like this pairing, is very underrated. XD

Now to 2021! This was a fun crossover and and me deciding to avoid "themes" and combining two character pin-ups in one! Once again we have Hekapoo and this year she's dressed up as Otedamako. Who's that? Only my fave Monster of the Day from Sailor Moon! :3 To her side with have a humanoid Rarity showing off her darkside as Martha from Helluva Boss! This one came from the animated opening in G5 that had Rarity showing off some spiky teeth and a crazy look in her eyes. IMMEDIATELY brought Martha too mind. All and all, very happy with how these two came out!

And now to the prior year of 2022. By this point Aeo started coloring the stream commissions and honestly, it was worth the price increase. Dude is a machine! If this one has a theme it's basically me taking the waifus of my close friends (Chill, Terrible, and Raccoon) and dressing them as other sexy waifus. From left to right we have Himiko Toga from My Hero Academia dressed as Harlequin, the Harley Quinn of the Gods and Monsters film. A very hot/underrated design for a VERY twisted take on the character. Toga makes it work! Front and center we have Wilhamena Mettle from OK K.O.! as Starfire, specifically the comic book version for obvious reasons. XD Finally we have Juri Han from Street Fighter dressed in the tight leathers of Penelope Spectra from Danny Phantom, specifically her second form. Lot of specifics in this piece. XD

Final Fun Fact: Was tempted to have Wilhamena as Star Canary, the fusion of Starfire and Black Canary from the Batman/Superman comic. Very hot design. XD

And a bit of a bonus! I ended up really helping out a new friend on deviantART back in 2020 and got to get a bit of art as a thank you. Courtesy of XJKenny we have Meteora Butterfly, daughter of Eclipsa and Globgor as Mileena. Also her MK9 design, this not only works for Meteora herself given her story, but also matches up with her parents' costumes as well!

Well that's everything I wanted to share this year! This has been a rough year for me personally and for the world as a whole. But I'm hoping we can turn things around a bit with what bit of the year we have left.

Happy Halloween everyone! Stay scared and stay safe! 👻 🎃

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star-girl69 · 2 years ago

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Ultraviolence

Natalie Scatorccio x Fem!Reader

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a/n: NOOOOO WE’RE SO CLOSE TO THE END 😭😭😭😭😭😭 i hope you all enjoy!!

warnings: mentions of death and murder, swearing, tell me if i missed anything!!

Chapter Thirty - Cult Leader

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2019-

“Stop it,” you groan, pushing Natalie’s face away from your neck. “You smell like cigarettes.”

She smiles, reaching behind you and grabbing a french fry from the rickety picnic table you sit on. Your feet swing in the air, the sun behind a spot of clouds, the rest of the sky bright, bright blue.

“I thought you liked the smell of cigarettes.”

“In moderation,” you say, smiling slightly and reaching for your own french fry. She turns around and starts pacing in front of you, a little jittery, running her hand through her hair. “This is nice,” you say after a moment. “Just, like, going to the park and eating some McDonalds.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

You close your eyes and lean your head back, hoping to look a little brighter from the New York summer sun.

“Uh… Natalie?” someone asks, and you look up, seeing a man you don’t recognize, dressed in a dark blue college hoodie, his hands nervous in his pockets. You watch as Natalie nods, taking a step closer.

“Kyle?”

“Yeah, yeah…” he glances around, before pulling something out of his pocket. “Here.”

It’s hidden by her hands, but you know what it is. She looks down and smiles.

“Thanks,” she says, handing the guy some folded-up money.

“Mhm,” he says, nodding, once to her, once to you, before turning around and disappearing into the trees and the hustle of the park.

You want to ask her if the only reason she brought you hear was to buy drugs, but you don’t even want to know the answer.

“I’m tired,” you announce, hopping down from the table. “Let’s go back to the motel. Travis said he’s coming at 4?”

She looks a little shocked, a little concerned, because you’re not really good at hiding your disapproval for the hard drugs she’s gotten into.

“Yeah, yeah, sure, baby.”

You hope you never come to this park again.

—-

2021-

After an awkward Bed and Breakfast stay with Misty and Walter, stuck in the room between them, hearing both of them twist and turn through the thin walls, and then an almost useless trip to the farmers market- you’re driving through the dark and rainy woods, looking for a cult somewhere off of Route 19.

Route 19 is abysmal thing, especially in the New York autumn- cold, wet, and rainy. The trees were just starting to turn their autumn colors, but all it made you think of was the approaching winter.

“Staying Alive” played on the radio, and you were getting itchy with those words repeating over and over again, because you’ve done horrible things in the name of staying alive. Misty seems to think similarly to you, because she switches the radio off- leaving the car in silence.

Walter looks at her and smiles.

Misty pointedly ignores him, and stares intensely out of the passenger window.

You want to throw up.

Walter grabs the musical cassettes from center console.

“So, what’ll it be today?” he asks, unlocking it. “Les Mis? Phantom?”

Misty shakes her head. “I need to concentrate,” she says sweetly. “All of us do.”

It’s obvious that Walter has at least a little crush on Misty, and you almost feel bad watching him smile awkwardly and turn back to the road, dejected.

If you had any kind words to say you would say them.

But you’ve long since run out of words to comfort people.

“Well, I haven’t seen anything purple or cult related yet.” Misty doesn’t answer. “Hey. How about we play a game until we do?”

“That is the opposite of concentrating,” Misty admonishes.

You lean back into your seat, content to watch them play this little game, cat and mouse- Walter trying to win her over and Misty pushing him away.

“I can multitask,” he shrugs. “Two Truths and a Lie? I could be a good way for us to get to know each other.” No answer. “Alrighty. I’ll go first. I once owned a small business where we sold artisanal small-batch goat cheese. And by ‘we’, I mean myself, and a goat named Billy. Two, there’s a non zero chance that Barry Manilow is my biological father. And, three, I have 175,000 of stock in Taco Bell, and I’ve never been to a single one. The beans upset my stomach.”

He waits for her to respond, but she keeps her eyes fixed on the woods, waiting for a driveway, for some sort of anything pointing to where the cult compound could be.

“I can tell you’re thinking really hard.”

“I’m not, actually.”

“Okay,” he shrugs. “I guess you’ll just never know then.”

Misty sighs. “Fine,” she says, turning to him. “Barry Manilow.”

“Nope.”

“Well, then, it’s the goat. Male goats do not make cheese,” she says, a little condescendingly, like she’s cracked the code.

“Billy…” he says, barely hiding his smile, “Is a girl. Ah, ah, ah. They’re all true!” he laughs.

Misty looks so unimpressed that even you feel a little dejected, and you have barely said anything this entire car ride.

“I-I don’t think that you understand the rules of your own game,” Misty says incredulously.

“There’s only ever one rule. Win.”

There was only ever one rule in the wilderness.

Survive.

“Besides, now you know a little bit more about me,” he says, a little smug. “so… win. And since I have you three truths and no lies, it only seems fair you do the same for me.”

“Fine,” she says, adjusting her glasses. “I do not like monkeys. I think we’re asking the wrong questions about the moon landing, and… wait. Wait! Wait! Turn around!” she shouts, practically jumping on top of Walter hitting him, and you see a gated dirt driveway off to the side.

“What? Why?!”

“Just do it!”

Walter turns abruptly, backing up, and turning to drive the other way, blocking off another car and making them honk their horn.

But you make it. Misty reaches into her bag and pulls out a jar of honey from the purple people.

The symbol on the jar is a Yellowjacket.

The same is on the gate in front of you.

“I think we found her,” Misty smiles.

“Holy shit,” Walter says.

Dread curls up like a cat in your stomach.

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After waiting outside the metal gates of Camp Green Pine, Natalie finally emerges around a corner, storming towards the three of you on the other side of the gate.

“What the hell are you doing here?” she asks, her face screwed up in confusion, while Misty gasps and runs toward her.

You hide behind Walter.

You weren’t ready to see her again, and maybe you never are going to be ready. You feel a little sick staring at her, because she looks good.

There’s no large bags under her eyes, no jittery, nervous walk, no drug induced glassy look in her eyes. Her cheeks are fuller. She stands a little taller.

You weren’t ready to see her again. And especially not now, when she looks so much better, so much healthier- maybe if you had just stuck around it would be different.

But you waited for years for her to change. And she never did.

“Oh, thank God,” Misty breathes. “You’re safe!”

“Safe? What are you talking about?! And who the fuck is this? And- Y/N?”

You don’t look at her, staring at the ground, seeing Walter move to the side from the top of your vision, sensing the tension.

“Hey, Nat,” you mumble, not sure how hard she’s glaring at you. A reconcilable glare? Or one that’s long gone?

“Well,” Walter chuckles, “I’m Walter. I’ve heard nothing but wonderful things about you.”

“We’re here to rescue you! I-I mean, you were… kidnapped, right?”

“No!” Nat shouts. “…Yes. Technically. I was. But it’s no big deal, okay? Lottie sent some people for me, but I’m not, like, being held against my will. At least not anymore-”

You push past Misty and Walter and press yourself as close as you can to the metal gate, staring right at Natalie.

“Lottie?!” you screech. “Crazy Lottie? Psych ward Lottie?!”

“In Switzerland!” Misty shouts. “That Lottie?!”

“Yes,” she says, her eyes wide in mock sarcasm. “That very same one. Guess what? She runs a place here now. She’s helping me, like, reflect or whatever.”

Misty’s mouth is parted open in shock, and yours is too.

“So you and your Hardy Boy can go home.” She turns to you, and you finally meet her eyes, feeling the entire world in your stomach, an entire storm. “And you can too, Little Miss I-Love-You-But-Can’t-Be-Around-You’ or-or whatever. I’m doing a fucking thing here. And I don’t need you all getting in my way!”

She storms away, and you’re left standing under the Camp Green Pine gates, waiting yet again.

“She seems really nice,” Walter says.

—-

After you all pile into the car, no one speaks. The car is silent, besides for the sound of rain hitting the roof.

Walter glances between the two of you with his brows furrowed, apprehensive, which you don’t know him to be.

“Uh… I’m getting the feeling you’re both upset.”

“A little,” you mutter, your temple pressed against the cold window.

“I just don’t… I just don’t understand how I could have missed this. Lottie? I kept tabs on everyone. And I mean everybody. But I must not mean everybody- ‘cause I missed this!”

“Well, ok the bright side, your friend’s okay. That’s why we came here, right? Maybe you can move on now.”

Misty turns to him, her face all scrunched up.

“Move on?”

“Didn’t Natalie tell you to go home?”

“Yeah, but it was obviously an act. I mean, if they’re really holding her hostage, the first thing they’re gonna want her to do is cut ties with all her close friends. That’s, like, Cult 101.” She sighs, and you can’t stop staring at the window. “Maybe… maybe Lottie is jealous of what Natalie and I have. I mean, you can’t buy that kind of friendship. But you can kidnap it. And try to…”

“Murder for it?” Walter asks.

“Excuse me?”

You sit up now, narrowing your eyes at Walter.

“Your… friendships are more complicated than most,” he tries to explain. “Kidnapping, cults, death.” He tilts his head. “Adam Martin.”

Your heart stops.

Misty shakes her head slowly. You press yourself up against the back of her seat.

“Misty…” you mutter. What the fuck has she told this guy?

“Look, the story you told about Adam’s grieving mother was moving, but like any good citizen derivative, I followed up. I’m sorry to say, Misty, you slipped on this one. She’s very much dead.”

Misty presses her mouth into a tight line, and your heart is thumping in your ears. So loud you think they can hear it.

“So, I-I-I laid it out. See why you would want to lie about something like that. And I deduced that… you… probably killed him. Maybe to help a friend?”

“You think I’m capable of murder?”

You’re both capable of worse.

“Sure,” Walter says, like it’s the most casual thing in the world. “You’re charming and impulsive. Which are traits of most serial killers. Only… you pull it off.”

You can’t pull your eyes away from him and how calm his face is.

“And, Y/N, I don’t know if you’re apart of this, so my apologies-”

Your heart jumps into your throat and you think of cleaning awya his blood, the smell of bleach, the sound of saw in the next room-

“I-I don’t even know an Adam,” you laugh nervously.

He tilts his head and smiles. Well, not anymore, he seems to say.

He sighs, seeing the way you grip onto Misty’s chair, and the way she has gone so terrifyingly still.

“Look, my grandmother was convicted of killing my Grandpa Joe. Even though she got about 30 years, she never failed to send me a birthday card. S-she was thoughtful like that. Like you.”

You glance over at Misty. She looks absolutely heartbroken. Mad- in a way. At herself? At him? The world? If you squint… it almost seems like she’s crying.

“I’m just trying to say I like you. Despite your extracurriculars.”

Misty nods slowly, her mouth pressed into a thin line.

“You need to go,” she says, coldly. “Come on, Y/N!”

You scramble for your overnight bag, listening to Walter stammer and stutter- actually confused as to why Misty is doing this.

You follow her to the back, watch as she opens her trunk and grabs the big bag she insisted on bringing.

“But- I-I’m your ride,” Walter says in disbelief and desperation.

“I’ll figure it out. But whatever this is? Us? Consider it over.”

She slams the trunk shut. And after a moment, his car starts again and he drives off, leaving the two of you on the side of the road.

Misty takes a deep breath.

“Misty… are you alright?”

“Yes,” she says after a moment. “Are you?”

“Yeah.”

“Then let’s go.”

Both of you turn around to the gates of the cult. The Yellowjacket symbol on it.

—-

Misty presses the buzzer again and again and again. You think the sound is going to become trapped in your brain.

Then, someone rounds the corner, the gate creaking open, and you slump your shoulders, your bag almost touching the ground, putting on your best pleasing look.

“Finally,” Misty gasps. “Can you help us?” she sniffles, walking forward, her suitcase getting caught in the wet dirt.

She breathes heavily, gasping, night has fallen.

“Please,” you beg, about to pout if it means you’ll get in there. Not because of who is inside of there. But just because Misty wants it so bad. And don’t you owe it to her? As a fellow Yellowjacket-adjacent? Labeled as one throughout the years. “I wanna join.”

“Me, too,” Misty breathes.

And they let you inside.

—-

The next morning, you watch as Misty dumbs everything from her pockets. Ranging from the bar of honey, a toothbrush inside a case, to mini binoculars, and a syringe.

“Okay,” she mutters, and both of you choose to ignore the odd looks from the man helping you. Misty’s phone dings.

“Are we forgetting something?” the man asks, and you immediately grab your phone tighter. Misty sighs and takes out her phone, going to check the message, when the man suddenly snatches it from her.

You gasp and step back, frowning.

“Wait-”

The man tuts her, dropping the phone into the bowl.

“But- t-that could be important!” Misty gestures.

“Misty. You’re what’s important. Charlotte will help you see that.” He flicks his pen from you to the bowl. “Now, you too, Y/N.”

You sigh and hold your phone out, staring at it in the pretty black case with the small fake diamonds that looks like stars on the back.

“Take it,” you mutter. “I can’t do it.”

Misty watches in shock as the man grabs your phone and puts it in the bowl.

“What about emergencies? Like, um, a heart attack, or, or, a fire.”

“There’s a landline in the kitchen. But… it’s not for social calls.”

All of you stare at the phone still alight with a notification from Walter. He puts his purple-robed arm over the phone screen.

“Trust me. I’ve been where you are,” he says, standing up. You both follow him. “It’s not easy at first.”

The fact that he’s dressed head to toe in purple makes it hard to take him seriously.

“But...” he brushes his hand over both of your shoulders, “Our phones keep up captive to other people’s priorities. Oh, Charlotte. This is-”

“Misty. Y/N.” Her eyes are wide in shock.

“Hello, Charlotte,” Misty says, all ominous in a way that makes you have to hide your laugh.

The supposed Cult Leader steps forward, wringing her hands together, a disturbed sort of look on her face. One that you would have sported in the wilderness. But even in a place surrounded by the woods- this is nothing compared to the wilderness.

“Leave us,” she says to the man. He walks away swiftly.

“Hi, Lottie,” you say softly. She keeps staring at Misty, her jaw clenched.

“I thought you’d be more excited to see me.”

“What are you doing here?” she asks.

Misty steps forward.

“I’m here to retrieve my friend Natalie… from a kidnapping that’s looking more and more like a good old fashioned brain-washing by the hour. So, I think the better question is… what are you doing here? What is all this?”

Lottie gets this wistful look on her face, and you can tell she truly feels at home here, she’s truly proud of it. Exactly like a cult leader would, but, whatever.

“We’re a community. Of love and spiritual growth. And I help people… heal from past trauma. So they stop running from themselves.”

“Look. I don’t care if you’re running a cult here, or whatever, and I won’t call the IRS about what I assume is your routine tax evasion.”

“We saved her.”

Even now, Lottie still towers over all of you, and you feel a little small and tiny next to her. Like there’s no room for you to breathe, to speak.

“We saved her. She tried to kill herself.”

“What?” you breathe, and Lottie finally turns to you. Misty scoffs and mutters under her breath. Lottie places her hand on your shoulder. “Oh, God,” you mutter, raising your hand to your mouth.

“I don’t believe that,” Misty says, even though you know Natalie. You know she likes to run. You just always though she would look back, though. She wouldn’t ever shut the door all the way. “You two aren’t even friends.”

“Oh,” Lottie mutters, raising her hands to her temples, like she’s suddenly been hit with a horrible migraine. Before you can ask if she’s alright, she’s looking up at you again with bright eyes. “Can you two stay a while?”

“Stay?” Misty says, incredulous. “Here? Wha- No.”

“It could be helpful for Natalie,” Lottie encourages. You shake your head.

“No, no, Lottie, she doesn’t want me here. I… I should go.”

“You’re running,” she chastises softly. “And it could be helpful… for you, too, Y/N. And you, Misty.”

You look over to Misty, and you know she’s considering it. And if Lottie has truly made some community here- because this place is big and full of nice furniture. She has to have done something here.

And… maybe it could all be different this time.

—-

2019-

The motel room is dark and dirty. Half done lines of coke sit on the wood table. It’s cheap and blocky. They’ve been laughing all night.

The joint is in your hands, a comforting, familiar weight. And it reminds you of the girl you love.

The woman you love has fallen to the floor.

Travis keeps yelling for her to wake up. The paramedics give her Narcan and everything else that will supposedly make her better, make her wake up, and you start crying when you realize it won’t bring her back to you.

You brush her hair out of her face, whisper, and she wakes up, and it’s not her, and you cry more.

The room is moving too much.

Did you snort a line too? You can’t remember. You can’t. You can’t.

“I saw it.”

She’s groaning, breathing heavily, and you’re trying to convince yourself this is just a fever dream. You lean your head against Travis’s shoulder.

“I felt it.”

She starts shuddering, slumped against the bed, and you cry and cry and cry some more. That’s all you can do.

“We brought it back with us.”

She reaches one hand out towards the two of you. Half on your head, half on his shoulder. He starts crying too.

“Travis… nightshade… we brought it back with us. We brought it back with us.”

—-

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