#and turned into a mini fic!

[gothamite-rambler]

Duke Thomas: What’s your biggest fear?

Jason Todd: That I’ll never be good enough for anyone.

Tim Drake: Everyone hates me and talks about me behind my back.

Dick Grayson: Vampires.

Jason Todd: ...

Tim Drake: ...

Dick Grayson: I got turned into one once and nearly killed peoples. It's a bloodlust, you never know when you'll be fully quenched and every non-vampire is a succulent vessel... But I'm not a vampire anymore and that is in my past.

Dick eats his apple after that.

*silence*

Duke Thomas: Holy crap stick, Batman.

Tim: Can I change my option to Dick Grayson?

Jason: Same.

[coolcoolcoolbutwtf]

Danny Trixter trying to fix JJ face paint, he might have forgotten about humans being very squishable compared to ghosts.

[fatuismooches]

Can be read as a continuation of this. Fragile reader's journey to understand all the segments continues as this time they set their eyes on none other than Webttore, who is referred to as 02 in this fic. I miss Webby, everyone. Overall, just lots of fluff.

After a few centuries-long coma, when you woke up, the hardest thing to process wasn’t that fact. It wasn’t the fact your lover, who now went by “Dottore” instead of “Zandik” was now a powerful Harbinger. It wasn’t the fact you had to deal with this illness for who knows how long (actually, this was quite hard to process, but you tried your best not to dwell on it.) Rather, it was the fact that Dottore now had copies of himself running around. And if you were to properly adjust to your new life, you absolutely had to make room for them. But that was easier said than done.

They were all Zandik, but at the same time, they felt like strangers to you. They were familiarly enigmatic as you had remembered the original one, but you weren’t sure if you were good enough to puzzle each of them out all over again… However, pursuing Zandik as a student meant that you certainly were a persistent soul, so you would try!

You had already found company in another segment, 24 to be exact. At first, you were unsurprisingly intimidated by him, with his imposing nature and stern voice. However, with a bit of courage, you were able to get to know him a bit more, outside of what you saw of him while he was working. It was a lovely experience, if you put aside how his words made your heart race, and his touch made your body ache for him.

Regardless, now that you had 24 down, it was time to broaden your horizons. It was time to put your newly found confidence to the test once again - which meant it was time for you to woo and get wooed by another one of Dottore’s segments. Which segment was it this time, one may ask? Well, it was none other than the one who donned that white and black mask, with a pink bowtie where that color too lurked in the insides of his coat, with a nature as equally as striking as his red eyes.

02 was his name. Once again, a very intriguing man. He was nothing like Prime or 24, making you quite interested in him. You still remember the few times you met him, it was nothing like the poised elegance 24 carried. He was rough and more outwardly eccentric, yet it was equally as alluring. You wanted to know more. And learn more you shall.

Unfortunately, you did not see much of him in the main lab, as he preferred to stay in his own one far more. So you would need to make the trip there. In fact, you were so prepared that you had walked to the area of his lab numerous times and came back so you wouldn’t get lost this time. However, in all honesty, you had no idea what you were even going to say or do, but you just hoped the situation would flow as smoothly as it did with 24. 

As you got closer to the doors of 02’s lab, your pace slowed and your heartbeat quicked as you realized the door was slightly ajar. This was a good chance to simply… observe the segment. Even though you previously had confidence, the idea of knocking on 02’s door made you anxious still. Carefully, you tip-toed and peeked into the room, biting your lip in anticipation.

It was a very large space, really spacious actually, and yet so much of it was filled with many things. There were numerous desks and tables that had a variety of parts and stacks of papers, not to mention there weren’t just Ruin Machines and the sort either. You could see some dissembled robots that you swore had glowing eyes. Strange. But interesting. Not to mention the size of some of them - you really don’t remember Ruin Guards being so large four hundred years ago… could perhaps these be ones 02 created himself? You were fascinated. Of course, you were no stranger to Zandik’s fascination with Khaenri’ahn machines. You often accompanied him on his unauthorized expeditions to examine them further back in the Akademiya.

Speaking of, 02 himself was standing in front of them, the height and size difference being laughable. His coat had been thrown over a chair, and he was simply wearing a vest with a white shirt, his sleeves rolled up with his gloves still on. Very attractive, you had to admit, but that was beside the point. You could see he was mumbling to himself, impatiently tapping the table next to him that had various tools on it, when his expression abruptly changed. A smile appeared on his face as he began to laugh and then mumble under his breath more excitedly. Perhaps he had a breakthrough? You wished to know what went through his mind.

Eagerly, you leaned forward to try and hear more but simultaneously forgot the situation you were in right now - pretty much spying on him. Unfortunately, you did not account for the uncomfortably loud groaning that came from the door when you only slightly pushed on it.

Oops. Why did these things always happen to you? There was truly no backing out now, from the way 02’s laughter immediately stopped as his red eyes glanced behind him, an irritated frown in place of his previous smile.

“Who-” 02 turned around to face the intruder who would be so stupid as to interrupt him, but his expression changed once again when he realized this was no ordinary intruder, it was you. “It is you. You are here.” There was not a grin or a frown on the segment’s face, rather, he seemed surprised yet intrigued at the same time. You sweated as he began to walk towards you.

“Yes, yes, it is me, [Name]. I am here,” you smiled, as you were forced to step out from behind your protection of the lab’s door. “I wanted to… visit you! It’s been a while since I’ve seen you, so you know, just wanted to check up on you and all,” you said with a rather awkward chuckle. Why did you always seem to have a loss of words during the beginning while talking to these men? 02 continued to look at you unmovingly with those lovely eyes of his. You cleared your throat as you took a few steps further into the room.

“Anyway, I must say that I am quite captivated by this… research of yours. I have never seen such a variety of machines before,” you stated genuinely, another smile etching its way onto your lips. It was then you realized that 02 had gotten closer to you, practically standing side by side merely looking at you, as if silently beckoning you to continue. That stare of his… it was quite cute.

“That one for example,” you pointed to the one the segment was previously preoccupied with, “it’s far larger than any machine I remember from back then. Is it-”

“RG-271.” You blinked at 02’s interruption. “That machine’s name,” he clarified. “Experiment RG-271.”

“I-I see. Is there any particular reason that- oh!” 

“Come.” Once again, before you could finish, the segment grabbed your arm and began to pull you to where he once stood with glee that could not be mistaken. You tried to ignore the slight heat creeping up your neck.

You hadn’t really given the segments the time of day yet, still clinging to Prime Dottore and being nervous around the clones, so to have you here so closely, of your own volition too, was an unexpected yet extremely welcomed course of events for 02. Oh, he knew you would never disappoint him, and of course, the segment was going to reap the rewards of this situation. 

“As I was saying, did you make some of these machines yourself?” 02 presented you with a wide grin, and you could see his pointy teeth on full display.

“Indeed I have. Simply experimenting on the old ones gets boring at times, and I too wish to surpass this ancient technology.” Before you could respond, he suddenly began to dig in a rather overcrowded box of many parts, some of which you recognized and some you didn’t. The collection of Chaos Oculus and Cores brought back fond memories, but these ones seem a bit different from usual. Enhanced by the segment, perhaps?

Regardless, before long he had gathered numerous ones and you had quickly realized that he was really going to explain to you in-depth about every part of this machine. Of course, you had no protest to this. For one, you were interested, and 02 looked so happy to go on and on about his research. Did he have no one else to tell this to? Actually, you don’t know why you asked that, of course he didn’t. (Thankfully, he had a stool for you to sit on, for your poor legs wouldn’t be able to hold you for the length of time he would talk.)

However, his animatedness quickly came and went as he then clicked his tongue in annoyance. “Though, I had yet to make them work. Unfortunately, they cannot move around as authentic machines can,” 02 said in disappointment. You couldn’t help but chuckle.

“I would not worry too much. You are smart enough to figure it out in due time.” The praise naturally left your lips because, well, you wholeheartedly believed it. 02 seemed to enjoy your compliment. It was amusing how you could read his feelings so easily despite that mask of his. Although you wondered if he was like this right now solely because of you.

“I shall.” You gently smiled at him again as he began to tidy up the mess he just made (although the end result certainly wasn’t anything to applaud.) But 02 wasn’t going to let you go yet.

“Would you like to see one in action?”

“You mean, see a Ruin Guard… move? In here? But isn’t that dangerous?” You were having flashbacks to the time you had to fend off a few because Zandik had decided to be a bit too eager in his research. 02 looked to be unconcerned at your worry.

“Worry not. I have control over them.” He took pride in your glittering admiring eyes, pulling you off your seat and leading you over to the other side of his lab. 02 then began to inspect the line of Ruin Guards against the wall, before then snapping his fingers.

“RG-134. Perfect.” You watched as he then began to tinker with it, not really knowing what was going on, but content to watch. But there was not much to watch as he finished quickly, and suddenly the machine stirred to life, the familiar blinking of yellow light signaling its awakening. Instinctively, you took a few steps back, heart racing from the machine that now loomed over you, but 02 pulled you closer.

“Do not be afraid. It will hinder you. Is this not a great opportunity?” You swallowed nervously, but you trusted him anyway. You took some careful steps toward the Ruin Guard, and it paid you no mind as you began to feel the machinery on the pads of your fingers.

“Huh… it really is docile. How did-” Your words were mostly drowned out by the creaking of the Ruin Guard’s leg lowering so that its hand was leveled with your body. You looked at 02 for help, but he motioned for you to go on.

“You want me to get on it? It’s going to be too high up!”

“Do you think I will let it drop you?” 02 seemed amused at your predicament. You pouted - it did seem really cool to have a ride on a Ruin Guard’s hand, but you were still a bit scared, so you placed your hand out.

“Come with me, then.” The segment’s eyes widened, probably not expecting your request, but he agreed with uncharacteristic silence. Thankfully, the machine’s palm was big enough to fit both of you, but your shoulder still brushed with 02’s. And then with some more creaks, you two were suddenly lifted into the air. You couldn’t help but quickly grab his arm as you watched the floor get more and more distant, but 02 seemed as if this didn’t bother him at all.

“Relax. You of all people should know how to enjoy this.” His words weren’t exactly comforting but they still served to help calm yourself. He was right - once you got rid of your fear, it was… super cool.

“Yes, you’re right. Thank you for this,” you giggled, as the machine slowly stomped around, careful to avoid any obstacles. 02 ignored how captivating you looked right now and looked away from the sight.

“I could also show you my Ruin Drakes if-” Before he could finish, the segment felt something soft brush against his cheek. Your lips to be exact, and before he could say or do anything, it ended.

“That does sound lovely, but…” you tried to stifle a yawn, “I am rather tired. I think I need a nap…” That stare you had gotten used to was back on you again, but you ignored it in order to quell your embarrassment. (You did not go for his lips because you were a bit shy to do that so early on, but also because that silly mask of his covered nearly half of his mouth. Good thing you were sitting on the side where his cheek was exposed…)

“I see. Then I suppose I will be seeing more of you, then?” For now, he had to resist the urge to sink his teeth into you after that little stunt of yours. Only for now, however.

“I would like that.”

“Excellent.” Soon enough, you were back on the ground again, but you did not want to return to your room.

“02, can I sleep here?”

“Here?” He cocked his head to the side. “I will not stop you, however, I cannot promise you it will be quiet.” You laughed at his response. It was different from 24’s strict one.

“Not to worry. I believe I will fall asleep anyway,” you hummed as you made yourself cozy on a rather uncomfortable couch (that was already very out of place here). “Mhm… good night, 02.” You did not receive any response, but you were happy.

… But then you remembered something.

“Wait! Wait, I forgot the most important question of all!” 02 turned back with a questioning look.

“Yes?” You passionately placed your hand on your chest as you then spoke.

“You need to show me those flying pointy beaming things of yours. I have never seen a weapon quite like it.”

“...”

From the day he came into this world as 02, to the day you named him to live and die as Beta, he will love you.

[konaharts]

RadioStatic Week 2024

First Meeting

[I'm probably not going to do all the days due to work, but I wanted to draw at least this one!

I know they most likely met while Vox was building a video/tv empire in Hell, but I couldn't get this one scenario out of my head of Alastor finding Vox shortly after he arrives in Hell. Enjoy this mini-fic I wrote about it!]

The sinner was scrawny, a picture box laying on his shoulders, the glass having been broken in by the demons Alastor had just chased away. What looked like a face occasionally flashed on the screen.

The Radio Host's eyes scrunched up in disgust, his very personal feelings and opinions about televisions flooding into him. He should have passed on by.

Whoever this sinner was, he was possibly one of the most pathetic-looking sinners Alastor had ever laid his eyes upon.

Even so, a sinner down on his luck was another opportunity for a deal and another avenue to grow his power.

"My, my. You look like you've seen better days! Welcome to Hell, my good fellow!"

At the sound of the Radio Demon's voice, the newest arrival to Hell turned his head, the broken screen flashing, occasionally illuminating Alastor's face. A distorted, filtered voice with uneven volume emanates from the picture box, words occasionally repeating and stuttering due to the damage.

"H-H-Hell? W-W-Wał₮…I. I. I. I. Kn-Know th-th-₮Ⱨ₳₮ voł₵Ɇ."

Alastor paused.

"Oh?"

"A-A-Al₳₴₮ØⱤ ████████. ₣ⱤØ₥ ₮ⱧɆ ███ ███████ RadĐłØ ₴ⱧØ₩. I-I-It's beɆ₦ ɎɆ₳Ɽ₴, b-b-but I re₵Ø₲₦łⱫɆ th₳₮ vØł₵Ɇ."

This was unexpected. With the wave of his cane, Alastor's powers begin to turn the clock on the sinner's face, repairing it, piece by piece.

"You've heard of me?"

"Ⱨ₳ve I?" The last bit of machinery and glass push themselves in, the cracks instantly healing. A flash, and a now-complete face graces the screen. The distorted voice disappears, replaced by the voice of an enthusiastic man with a filter similar to Alastor's own. "Why, you're my inspiration!" The sinner's face beams with excitement.

Finally, some proper recognition in this hellhole. Alastor's grin turns into a wide smile. Dare he say, genuine, for once?

"Well, well, well! What a surprise! It's not everyday I come across someone who's heard of me before falling into the pits of Hell! Tell me,"

Alastor helps up the television man and straightens his antenna.

"What do they call you, ol' chum?"

The sinner hesitates. No doubt someone or something had informed him about how sinners tend to change their names upon arriving in Hell.

"…Vox."

A peculiar name.

"Well, Voxy, I know a place with the best drinks this side of town! Let's have a chat and get you settled in, hm?"

With an arm around his shoulder, Alastor leads Vox away. Despite his reservations with the...asset...Hell had so graciously gifted this poor soul as a head, maybe having someone with knowledge about television that he could manipulate wouldn't be so bad.

[whenmuldermetscully]

Sometimes I think about Melissa Scully with all her crystals and stars, and think how she probably forced Scully to sit down while she did an astrology or tarot or tea reading on her at like 11 and said she can tell her about her future husband.

And Scully would say “you see a cat and some kind of wild dog! That’s not even a person!”

And Melissa would be all determined, “not a literal animal, Dana! Like a wild dog. A tiny one but in the woods. Metaphors, Dana! Don’t spoil the fun.”

Eyebrow arched, “He’s a wolf? A fox? A lost labrador?”

“Ok fine, make fun of me.”

“I’m sorry. Ok, what else do you see… Madame Melissa?”

“Mmmm clay.”

“Clay!?”

“Like…. A builder. You know? Making ah- ah—”

“…..a carpenter? A dog in the woods, and a builder. Those are my options?”

“No. Mold. That’s what I mean.”

Blank stares. “Melissa. Put it away. I don’t think this is working. Mold!? That doesn’t make any sense!”

“Not mold as in the black yucky stuff. Mold! As in to shape something.”

“So not a builder but a mold-er?”

“Yes!”

“This is why I choose science. Not a single thing in all of that did it make any sense.”

“….want me to describe your house?”

“Sure.”

[byhuenii]

WHEN YOU KNOW YOU KNOW

synopsis! when you knew logan was the one for you and when logan knew you were the one for him (WC: idk..) pairing! logan ‘wolverine’ howlett x fem!reader warnings! usage of name instead of yn. stubborn logan. black reader in mind. probably ooc. soulmate au kinda. 🧏‍♀️ a/n! this was just some random thought i had and it turned into a mini fic of sorts, it’s alright but too BE HONEST this was so cute to write..

Hugh Jackman wolverine so that = him being tall as hell.

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To you. The idea of love at first sight was stupid, it wasn’t real and neither was soulmates. who would want to be bound with someone for their life—there was very few who you believed were soulmates and that was mainly jean and scott, they’d practically been inseparable

you could say it’s jealousy, and it’s not because you’re in love with one of them but rather because you wanted what they had. no matter what they were always mature about their relationship and always talked to each other; you had met logan after he was brought from the crash his personality was brash and off putting but his love for rogue is what made you want to get to know him more, it made your heart feel fuzzy..but in the best way possible

love at first sight was something you didn’t believe in but watching logan fight and risk his life to save this little girl he had just met turned something in you

and suddenly you believed in the thought of love and first sight moreover you believed in soulmates, he had slowly taken over your mind. he took over your daily life, it was embarrassing. you had never been this bad with anyone you had talked to

the sound of your heart beating roughly against your ribcage; the sight of him made your heart go a little insane. the small conversations you had, the littlest touches those were the ones that lingered those were the ones that stuck with you. you hated him you hated how he made you feel like you were going to explode like you wanted to scream into a pillow at night. you were in desperate need of advice, you had stormed yourself right to the lab.

“jean!!” your voice had boomed throughout the lab, jean had been in your mind lately she just hadn’t expected you to catch onto those feelings so quick. you were pretty stubborn, “when did you realize you were in love with scott..?” the loud call of her name to the normal tone yet desperate question made her have some whiplash

“when? i couldn’t tell you that” jean thought back to her first time meeting scott and their bond they had. “if this is about you and logan—”

yours brows furrowed “had you been reading my mind.” “[name] even without reading your mind your stares at him were enough to tell me everything”

jeans heels clicked against the floor as she put her hand on your shoulder, “i can’t tell you when or how i found out i liked scott but when you know you know” her eyes were soft. the question you had been trying to look for so long was right in front of you. you had always known you knew.

the minute you saw logan hold rogue so dear to him sacrificing his healing abilities so she would be able to stay alive was when you knew. “oh my god.”

But to logan, that was so much harder and took so much longer to simply admit he had fallen for you, he was 200 years old he was too old for you.

logan also had a gruff to him he always held people at a distance, he didn’t want to hold someone too close. he didn’t want to lose another person who he sought was important to him so he held you from a distance, it didn’t take much for you to work your way into his life

the xmen had treated him much like an outcast maybe much to his fault for being such a prick. you never let that get to you, a ray of sunshine that was just too nice—you actually cared about rogue, you wanted to help him you wanted to save rogue. maybe that’s when he started to grow somewhat fond of you

that was up to question he never took that as the sign, he’d saw you as a friend from that someone who was just nice to everyone. rogue had grown so fond of you she had always mentioned you in their conversations, it warmed his heart. to see rogue go from someone who held herself at a distance to being so comfortable in her own way especially with the help of you

logan had a smile on his face, one that could be missed. he had started to think about you a lot, your smell filled his nose. it was almost comfortable in such a way it’s as if your presence was able to comfort him, he knew you were there he knew you were safe; he’d catch himself staring at you more, lingering his touches a little more, he had this urge to hold you near him

“the way you look at [name] it’s different logan” rogue came from behind giving him quiet a scare, “jesus kid..” he grumbled. he couldn’t even notice that rogue was behind him at all,

rogue let out a small laugh putting her hand on his shoulder “you’re so in love with her, it’s sickening” she teased. logan refused to admit to no such thing “am not, you’re thinking nonsense kid”

“refusing to admit anything classic logan. when you have your ‘when you know you know’ moment do thank me”

his brow furrowed, a gruff smile as rogue had been right “don’t you have a class to be heading too?”

rogue rolled her eyes leaving him alone to head to class. logan had felt like his mind was going to explode, he needed a drink although it was school hours he opted for a dr pepper. “logan..!” your voice cause his head to turn behind in a rapid speed. “shit you scared me” he didn’t know why he lied he was just too excited to see you

a laugh escaped your lips, “did ya need something bub?” he put the dr pepper up to his lips sipping the carbonated beverage—“oh no no, i was just coming this way and i saw you” the damn smile you always wore, he could feel his shoulders relax his whole body relax

your scent filling up the room, honey, vanilla, and the smell of coffee you had always had with you. it was a comforting smell; the sun beamed through the windows casting this angelic look onto you, you were some kind of angel that saw the good in him and never judged him too harshly. his heart felt like it was beating harshly against his chest, he didn’t know how long he had been staring at you but it felt like hours. you were just so beautiful, it was a beauty in all his 200 years of living that was different

“logan” you waved your hand in front of his face, he seemed zoned out, “you still there..?” your face wore with concern. he laughed “yeah i’m still here bub”

“i was going to make some cookies since the kids really seemed to like them..” he watched your movement, the way you spoke so highly of the kids the way you held yourself to a standard never faulting to that. it made him feel weak, if he had been completely honest he hadn’t been listening to a single thing you said. he was just in a different world

a different world admiring you, he wore a small smile “so this is what she meant by when you know you know..”

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a/n — im still getting the just of writing again please bare with me </3

[becca4leafclover]

do you think that when the Ancients all met again after receiving their Soul Jams, White Lily and Pure Vanilla were surprised to find what the other's was embodying?

They've known each other forever. Two lonely souls, two kindred spirits that found each other when there was no one else able to keep up with them. Even though it's been a long time, no one really knew them better than the other.

So when reuniting with the Ancients after many years apart, the other three are joyous and celebratory over their accomplishments. But Pure Vanilla and White Lily instead look to each other with some amount of surprise- and concern, or maybe suspicion, it's hard to say, their expressions aren't equal anymore.

When they get a moment to themselves, it doesn't take long for them to come to the deep topic. Pure Vanilla thinks its curious, that he has what he would have thought would go to her, and her Freedom with him. White Lily agrees, hearing the virtues of these mysterious new powers, she would have thought the same.

She's more worried though. If she embodies Freedom, does that mean she's never going to find the truth she seeks? The one she's spent so long looking for? Pure Vanilla hasn't found it since they left school, has he? Pure Vanilla is puzzled- no, not that he's aware of. He's found... peace. Something he thinks would be better embodied by "Freedom" than "Truth," though he thinks he can see how his understanding might fit under both.

He says that if he's found this Truth, despite not searching for it, he's sure that whatever White Lily finds at the end of her journey, it must be of equal to his revelations.

He offers to explain his enlightenment to her, maybe it will help her? But White Lily refuses- she knows that the answers he's sought and what she seeks are not the same. She thanks him with her deep, sad smile though, the one that he knows is her truly grateful but still yearning. He says that she shouldn't worry- he thinks Freedom suits her well.

Looking back at that conversation, maybe both of them should have realized that neither of them really knew each other after all. They barely even knew themselves in that moment.

[forgetmaenott]

i had a dream i was watching the new digital circus episode and this is what my subconcious brain came up with apparently

jax getting drunk off of the stupid sauce (and his eyes turned pink instead of yellow??)

zooble joked about balls idk and drunk jax thought that was hysterical

caine floated there looking like a miserable single dad while there was chaos around him

caine went off alone visibly sad and sang something silly abt working at spudsy's for 12 years getting you nowhere

he decided to be dramatic and just hide in this tiny space, it looked like some kind of box or rack lmao

pomni decided to check on him, so she took his hands and joined him in his little hiding place to talk to him, they were in very close proximity

caught up in the moment, pomni kissed him and he reciprocated

but according to the others, he didn't understand that a kiss entailed something romantic. he was happy that she cared and saw it as such

and then i woke up :(

[gaudess-schmoddess]

Mini-Comic I made featuring my Steven 'Bubble' and @nugatorysheep's Steven 'Marrow'.

There's a lot of lore here but the TLDR is Bubble had a Peedee as a lover who died and he blames himself, and wasn't expecting to ever see him again.

[dreamerinthefog]

WW1 Twinfangs AU! SmokeStack x Remmick

[Funny thing! This was gonna be an omegaverse rant but war au made me so blind with lust that I blacked out. And yet. Somehow this is still Omegaverse.]

Cw: Stalking, Dubcon, Noncon(?), Pervert Remmick

Without further ado!

Directionless rambling.

Where Remmick tracks the SmokeStack twins all the way through Europe to the trenches.

Walking into their camp like he owns the place. Following them from one location to the next. Until they're so close to the battle they're in the midst of the trenches. When the twins first find him near their tent, they think he's an alpha sniffing after them. Caught on to the two omegas who'd acquired a hoard of suppressants and somehow those pills aren't working or not all of them were legit. Its easiest to point a gun at him this time and tell him to fuck off.

“Where did you come from?”

“What do you want? What's your clearance and WHAT DO YOU KNOW?”

He doesn't even bother to hide it.

“I picked up on the sweetest scents and I just wanted to come around and see who left a pair of omegas on a battlefield. Doesn’t seem right. Figured I should investigate but looking around… all I see here are alphas and betas. And, you two.”

Like— He tracked them down hundreds of miles cuz he caught a WHIFF in the air all the way from Ireland. Remmick’s on the battlefield helping keep the twins alive even though they did! not! ask!

He's ghost in the trenches. Everyone says it.

But if such a thing was possible, if the bullet riddled thing walking through no man's land were real... Wouldn't there be more of the walking dead?

Like... Everyones SEEN Remmick around the twins. Hell they've even spoken to him. An Irish man in a uniform with no tags …always with this red distant light in his eyes like a flare got stuck in them after he stared at it too long. Always disappearing the moment you look away.

Guardian angel but Smoke swears he saw that motherfucker by Stack's bunk covered in blood.

Sniffing his sheets, too.

Remmick is always appearing at bedsides. Talking to people. Comforting them.... Before they die. Before they disappear into the mud. Disappear like they were never here to begin with. And Smoke can only think, with all the time that "angel" spends with Stack. That he's next.

That maybe that angel is a demon and he's just taking people down with him. And Stack. Is. Next. That thing has been following them since that night. It couldn't be human. It walks too quiet. He swears he's seen it move across the room when its feet weren't even touching the fucking GROUND. When it comes back at night drenched in blood and smiling like the white devil it is, there's an unnaturalness in the length of its teeth. In the curve and the point.

He's never seen Remmick at his bedside but he knows he's come for him, too. Seen those eyes that burn forever in the darkness. Not with his own eyes, but in his dreams. He just wants them to go away. To burn out and let him keep his focus on fighting the fight that's going to get his brother killed if he stops watching Stack’s back for a second.

He's gonna kill this demon. Or at least scare if off. Make it known he's not wanted. That they don't need minding. And that as omegas, they don't need some fucked up alpha getting between what they have.

He tells Stack to switch bunks with him. Just for a night. Keeps his gun under the pillow and when Remmick comes to see his lil bro, Remmick leans in until his lips brush against Smoke's ear. "Is swapping places a twin thing, Smoke?”

His blood goes cold and when he reaches for the gun, it's gone. Tucked in the back of Remmick’s pants. Smoke wants to scream. Wake them all up and jump the motherfucker. But he knows if he does, Remmick will just vanish.

“‘M not trying to hurt you, sweetheart.”

But it hurts, anyway. Knowing this alpha has power over him. Not power in the line of command. Cuz this man is not a soldier … not in this war.

The power he has over Smoke makes him ache in places he'd only ever let Stack and Annie sooth. This alpha has the power to scare the shit outta him… and to make him whimper when his hand leaves his hip.

(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠✧⁠*⁠。

Meanwhile Stack just thinks he's losing his mind. That the Irish ghost is just him going mad. From all the death. From some lasting brain injury back when his Pa almost beat him to death and stole his place in the grave. From something innately wrong with him.

Because he doesn't know this man. Never seen him before now. But then he reaches out, expecting his fingers to pass right through, and, instead feels the stubble of the man leaning into him like they've known each other forever. That alpha with the keen nose. Since no one else has called them omegas since. No one's thought about looking for a gash under their cocks when they all wash up. They keep to themselves. Don't like to be stared at and get out quick.

It's just Remmick that knows.

When other men start bringing him up, now it's a matter of mass hallucination. ‘Cept no one ever talks about the angel of death kneeling at the twins bedside. He chooses when he wants to be seen. Slipping his hands under Stack’s blankets and splaying his hand across his belly.

When Stack closes his eyes shut, feels his hand on his length, Remmick always tells him that this is just for him. That he has to be quiet. That he won't touch him up too rough. That he'll go slow, give the man a chance to collect himself. When he dips his finger into Stack’s slick heat, he KNOWS he's got to be dreaming. THIS CAN'T BE REAL.

Worse yet, the angel of death? He goes slooooow. Torturously. Just as promised. Remmick keeps his eyes on Stack's face as he bites his cover and wants to see him bite something else. He wants to take Stack with him so bad. Him and his brother. Have the twins all to himself and make it through this war with them alive.

Or sweetly dead.

Changed in a way that's not just mental.

(⁠~⁠￣⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠~

He's wreaking havoc on the other side, too. There's no one over there that he wants, however.

None of the omegas mixed in with the alphas and the betas, all doomed to die because they were running out of other young men to send to their deaths. He doesn't take as much pleasure in killing them as he usually does. But, he can't deny that he's literally on cloud nine picking off the dying. He's feasting on so many memories and thoughts, drowning in a banquet of blood that he almost wishes would never stop. Which side are his prey on? Doesn't matter. It's all tasty. And young.

Except his omegas are in the middle of it all. Except his omegas are here. And, in constant danger.

He's a man of conflicting values at this moment. Bringing final death to the victims in No Man's Land and gorging on those still living but also still dying in a sea of bodies. Their bodies and minds are too far gone to give up to eternity. So he gives them to paradise with the stroke of his claws and drinks from the brooks of their bodies and the floods of their wounds.

He keeps his omegas coddled. Even if Smoke won't call him his alpha.

When Stack thinks he's just a vision of war smoldering in his mind that doesn't really exist.

He keeps them company as they keep each other safe.

He dreams of dragging them onto the road without end. Of stealing them away from this hate and preserving them in his palace of eternity. But, they'd never accept it. Not now.

When they're so fragile and so defensive. So, he waits. He watches and waits and thirsts for their blood. Their slick. And, their overly familiar bond.

Remmick wants them and all that they are made of. Wants their attention, their love, and their story. He wants their heats and their connections. Remmick wants their family.

He'll follow them home and then he'll set up shop in their hearts. Like he was always meant to be.

[howdoyousleep3]

Blessed to imagine the senator bend bucky over his desk after a long day

Daddy needs some relief and bucky’s got just the thing

Ugh, such a good thought. The Intern loves nothing more than for his Daddy to find solace in his body and to be used.

But...I see you and raise you the thought of Bucky needing this relief more than the Senator.

Like, imagine the Intern having the shittiest week and turning into the most desperate of boys by the time Friday afternoon rolls around. His head is a mess, he can't focus, can't get tasks complete at his usual pace, he forgot to eat lunch. Senator Rogers has been gone all day, meetings and interviews and committee hearings, whatever. And when he walks back into his office, just a few scattered interns dilly-dallying around until it's time to leave...

Bucky knows exactly what will make his long day all worth it.

And Steve knows it too as soon as he lays eyes on his favorite intern.

"Why don't you all head home early? My treat..."

No one notices Barnes stay behind, the way he doesn't bother to pick up his belongings and head for the door just as everyone else does. No one notices the way he turns to lock said door once everyone has filtered out.

And once everyone's gone? Once Bucky can drop the act of staying strong and put together? Now that Daddy's here? 😮‍💨

He'd be pawing at the Senator's clothes, whining as he sucks on his neck, not a care in the world except for dickdickdick. And Steve would let him, would stand there and barely embrace Bucky, amusement written all over his face, in his smile and in his deep and dramatic sigh.

"What do you need, baby?"

"As if it isn't obvious," Bucky would hiss, and Steve wouldn't have it in himself to reprimand his intern; he adores this loud and needy side of him. He'd be almost delicate with Bucky as he grabs for him, as he turns and pushes Bucky over the top of his desk, cooing and shushing him.

Steve touches Bucky and talks to him as if he knows the exact treatment Bucky needs, as if Bucky is being handled and maintained, as if he's some kind of pitiful creature that Steve needs to tend to.

And it sends Bucky spiraling.

After the week he's had, after having to thinkthinkthink, after having to perform, after having to remain on top of his lists and work and school work, he doesn't care how disgusting he sounds when he begs for Steve's cock. Doesn't care how feverish his body feels as he cries for Steve to "put it inside me, god please put it inside me".

Steve asks him if he's in heat.

Maybe.

Bucky doesn't care what's happening to him; Steve balls-deep inside of him is the exact thing he needed to feel better after the week he's had.

As is the orgasm Steve makes him have without a single hand on his dick.

As is the one Steve forces Bucky to milk and work out of him while still face-down and covered in his own cum on top of the Senator's desk.

Exactly what he needed.

[oorangesoda]

You too, can be EXTRAORDINARY. Willingly or not.

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Did I say I would post this three days ago? Yes. However, in fairness, it was my BD and then a bunch of stuff happened soooooooo 😬

N e wayyyy please enjoy Callum ft. Mr. Qi and ~blood~

[garlicsunshine]

shower exhaustion

@kkgiweek day 4 hurt/comfort

gai begrudgingly accepts help during his post 4th war recovery (400 words also posted to ao3)

💚🩵🩵🩵💚

*THUD*

kk: gai?

.

.

.

kk: gai?

gai: im fine

kk: ...

kk *gets up and walks into the bathroom*

gai: i said im fine.

kk *pulls back the shower curtain*

gai *doesnt move from their spot on the tub floor*

gai: ...

kk *undresses, grabs the shower stool and climbs into the shower*

kk: we have this chair for a reason gai.

gai: i dont need it.

kk: ur barely a week out of the hospital. ur bodys exhausted. you shouldnt even be standing for more the 10 minutes at a time.

gai: ...

kk: can you sit for me, please? it will make it easier for me to shower you.

gai: i dont--

kk: i want to ...okay?

gai: ...okay...

gai *maneuvers themselves up and onto the chair*

kk: thank you. where did you leave off?

gai: hair and face are done, just body wash left.

kk *suds up a wash rag and proceeds to scrub down gais back, then front*

gai *holds out each arm in turn*

kk *kneels down to get gais legs and feet*

kk *grabs a new rag and soaps it*

kk: can you stand up and face away from me?

gai: i can wash my own ass, kakashi.

kk: im sure you can.

gai *begrudgingly stands*

kk *washes them gently*

kk: alright, rinse off.

gai *sits back down on the stool, dragging it farther under the spray*

kk *soaps their own hands with anitbacterial soap*

kk: all set?

gai: yeah...

kk *turns off the water*

gai *pulls back the curtain, places a towel on the toilet lid and sits down*

kk: lets get you lotioned.

gai: its fine. i dont need to do that today.

kk: you do it after every shower. you say it keeps you looking youthful.

gai: its fine.

kk: its really not a problem. besides, its like a ritual. its important to you. i want to do it.

gai *stares at the floor*

kk: come on, lets move to the bed. you can lay down and ill lather you up.

kk *extends their hand*

gai *takes it*

*later on the bed*

 

kk *lotioning gais amputated foot*

gai: thanks... kakashi...

kk: anytime.

...

kk: ur not an inconvenience. or a burden. i want to take care of you. i like taking care of you.

gai *roughly wipes tears away*: ...okay

kk: okay 💕

[noirandchocolate]

Today I would like to share a story with you about Master Kohga's Mama, Hotaru. It takes place when he was about seven years old.

(At the outset, please recall that Kohga's name wasn't Kohga when he was a child. However, because I am not sharing his before-name at this time, I will refer to him in this story as 'Little Kohga' nevertheless. Additionally, Hotaru called him by a nickname of his before-name that meant something sweet. So for purposes of writing this story, she will call him 'Sweetness.')

~~~ When Little Kohga was young, he loved to chase after kids a few years older than him. He was physically bigger than most of the other seven-year-olds. Thanks to his Nana, Master Kohga, he was also already learning many arcane techniques that nobody else--certainly no other child!!--would ever be able to do. And so, Little Kohga considered himself way too grown up and strong to hang out with the little kids.

Pah! He much preferred running around with his friends Daqo, and Laissa, and Mayu, and all their friends. These kids were ten and eleven, and even had their first masks already! They'd gotten them at the start of the year in autumn, and now it was winter. So is was a common sight, to see Little Kohga the Heir's Heir in his veil, playing with and (although he didn't think of it this way) being a bit of a mascot to these older boys and girls.

One day, Mayu reported that her older sister, who was seventeen and working on her Footsoldier training, was assigned to guard one of the secret doors that led to a tunnel that in turn went outside to the Highlands. Daqo, who was taller than everybody at the time and rather the demons-may-care ringleader of the band, got the very exciting idea to go out there and play. Technically (more than technically, absolutely), kids their age weren't supposed to be outside anywhere but in the confines of Karusa Valley without an adult, and technically (even more absolutely than that, if possible), Little Kohga at seven wasn't supposed to be out without an escort at all. But they tricked Mayu's sister into leaving her post for a few minutes, and out they went!

And they had a glorious afternoon! Running around after each other in the snow, throwing snowballs, rolling around to make shapes, jumping off rocks into the drifts, playing all sorts of games. Even now, Kohga remembers this fondly, as a very rare time when he got to feel the (albeit freezing cold) air outside and see the blue sky somewhere beyond the canyon's walls, when he wasn't training and having to focus with Nana. It was exhilarating being part of the group, and getting away with something, too.

Except, of course, they didn't get away with it. Eventually, Laissa's dad was the one to catch them--Mayu's sister snitched!!--and they all got dragged back inside.

And Little Kohga was brought to his Nana, who was so mad she didn't even yell. She just spoke, in a grave and harsh tone, saying she couldn't believe he would be so disrespectful as to break such an important rule! She said she expected better of her grandson, than this kind of foolishness. Little Kohga's ears burned red with embarrassment and shame and anger.

His Papa, the Right Hand, brought him back to the family's little quarters, and showed Mama Hotaru that their son was safe, and told her what Nana had said. Papa started to say that since nobody got hurt it shouldn't be as big of a deal as the Master was making it out to be--which was how Little Kohga felt! his heart swelled with gratitude for his father!--but Mama stopped him. She just said, 'I will take care of this.' And the day went on, and Little Kohga dreamed that night about building the biggest traveler frog statue ever out of snow, impressing all his friends and even Master Nana.

Early the next morning, Hotaru got her son up out of bed, putting her finger to her lips to tell him to stay quiet. She helped him dress, and they dressed warmly indeed. Mama even put on her big white fur coat with the hood, and made sure Little Kohga was wearing his warmest gloves and boots. Little Kohga couldn't even ask her where they were going or why! All Mama said was, 'I want to show you something,' before wrapping a scarf around his neck and adding his veil to finish the outfit. And then...the two went up through the very same tunnel the children had used the day before, and out into the Highlands.

When they were some way into the snowy landscape, farther than Little Kohga had run with his friends (though he could still see some remnants of their playing), Mama stopped at a small ledge of rock near a hill, and beckoned her son to crouch down with her and peek over the edge. Once they were hidden behind the rocks, Mama lifted one side of her coat and draped it over Little Kohga's head, pulling him close next to her.

Little Kohga looked up, and saw that his mother had turned herself white--the bits of her hair that could still be seen, the usually red Eye on her mask, the rest of her clothing...all, all white. An illusion! That was something Little Kohga's friends were learning how to do, that Kohga himself hadn't been taught yet. He could make a double of himself, and grab onto metal things with his energy, and even make three small pointy balls come out of nowhere when he concentrated hard, but illusions and disguises were something Nana thought he'd learn anyway, with the other children, and it wasn't quite time for that yet. So, seeing his mother change herself like this took his breath away for a second. Mama could do such wonderful things. But why was she hiding herself--and hiding him too?

Mama pulled him close, and whispered, 'Look, Sweetness. Do you see the hole in the hill there? Watch carefully.'

Nothing happened right away. But it was as if Hotaru had known exactly when to arrive at exactly this spot, because moments later, what should appear skipping over the snow but a beautiful snowcoat fox! And it really did look like snow. This deep into winter, even its paws were silvery white. Its fur shimmered in the sunrise. It was carrying a small rabbit, and it headed right for the hole in the hill Hotaru had pointed out.

As Little Kohga watched, spellbound, two fox kits poked their heads out of the den, then came out for their breakfast. Unlike their mother, the babies were deep brown, almost black in color. Mama Snowcoat pulled meat from the rabbit's belly for them, and they gobbled down the pieces.

After a few moments, Mama Hotaru spoke again, her voice still low, just for the two of them. 'Do you see, how these children stand out?'

Little Kohga glanced at his mother and tilted his head. Why would she ask that? The answer was obvious. He nodded, and tried his best to keep his voice down. He didn't want to scare the kits. 'Mmhm. The snow's white and they're black.'

Then Hotaru said, 'That is you.'

For a second, that didn't make sense. Little Kohga wasn't a fox. But then, it hit him. What Mama was trying to say. At least, he thought he understood.

'I stand out in the snow?' he whispered.

'You do.' With that, Hotaru gently pulled her son back from their lookout over the ledge, to sit behind the rocks. She kept him wrapped up in her furs and pulled him in close against her warm body. Little Kohga couldn't help snuggling into her.

'And not just in the snow, Sweetness, ' Mama continued. 'Everywhere. Because you are Yiga, and you haven't learned yet how to hide it.'

Little Kohga shivered. He'd heard it all the time, from his teachers and Nana and everyone, really, that all Yiga had to stay secret, outside of Karusa Valley. Because it wasn't safe. Because if Gerudo or Hylians caught you, they'd kill you. That was why Mama and Papa and Nana looked different in their rooms, around just each other and him, than they did with anyone else. That was why everybody wore masks in the first place. Not to mention there were lizalfos and other monsters to worry about. The world was dangerous. He'd just...never really thought about it.

Now he was thinking about it. He squeezed harder into his Mama.

'Don't worry, my love,' Mama told him, tilting his chin up. Even though she was wearing her mask, and he was wearing his veil, he thought he could see her face in his mind's eye. She was smiling. 'You will learn. But for now, that's why we have the rule. So you little foxes stay safe inside our burrow, until you know how to be white.'

Little Kohga gazed at his Mama, his mind suddenly sparking with hope and ideas for the future and his heart as always full to the brim with love for her. It all made sense. Yes! Maybe he was still just a kid now, so he'd stay inside the Complex and have the grownups protect him, but someday--!

"Can I look at them some more?" Little Kohga asked, and Hotaru nodded, helping once again to cover him up so the kits and Mama Snowcoat wouldn't see. They watched together while the family had its meal, until the mother fox barked just once, the babies jumped back inside the den quick as a wink, and the lovely white creature pulled the rest of the rabbit in with them all.

A moment later, the two Yiga stood up and started to walk back to the secret entrance, Mama letting her colors fade back in and Little Kohga staying by her side and keeping his eye out for any other interesting animals.

'You know, Sweetness,' Hotaru said, her voice thoughtful. 'Winter kits are rare. Those children will be bigger and stronger than their friends born in the spring, once summer comes. Just like you are, my big brave boy.'

Little Kohga basked in the praise, more of a strut entering his step as he made his way over the snow. Mama got it. She knew he was special. But while Little Kohga was thinking this, he didn't notice that his Mama had slowed down, and was now quite a few paces behind him.

'Still, it doesn't do for foxes or boys to let their guard down!'

Little Kohga turned around just in time for a snowball to hit him in the shoulder. He blinked in surprise, but his Mama was already bent down to roll up another. He let out a joyful whoop, and dove into battle.

Mother and son played together in the white, laughing and tackling and tossing, until the sun had climbed higher in the sky and it was time to go back into the warm tunnels and rooms of home. They had a bath, Little Kohga had his lessons and training for the day, and the family had dinner all together, even Nana.

And that night, the future Master of the Yiga Clan dreamed of little white foxes, running all together under a bright blue sky...

...and turning red, and purple, and golden, and every other color he could imagine.

[miss--river]

Secrets Revealed (Part 3) rest under cut

[v88sy]

I can guarantee you that 2 days before Thanksgiving, one of Maddie's late night cravings sent Howie to the supermarket for cottage cheese, pineapple, and watermelon ("it's not even that weird, Chim!") and while there, he just happened to run into a particularly haggard looking Tommy, who said he was shopping for his Thanksgiving meal, but all he had in his basket were two trays of cookies, an entire pumpkin pie, 2 pints of ice cream, and a bottle of bourbon.