#backflips back into my cave

[kispa151]

boom boom~

[celaenaeiln]

Small scenario ask:

A kid version of Robin!Dick gets teleported into the present day of the DCU, in particular during one of those times that Batfamily are split up and at each other’s throats with only Tim(my) and Alfred sort of trying to keep the peace.

They don’t know he’s present until he jumps in from out of nowhere to help the Batfamily take on a Scarecrow attack.

How would they react to this tiny version of Dick and his more chipper and lively attitude especially once he starts asking Batman if these other guys around them are their allies or something?

OMG I AM SO EXCITEEDD!!

THE FUNNY THING IS IVE ACTUALLY BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS TOPIC SEPARATELY IN MY HEAD!!

Not this exact scenario but just like how much Dick has changed over the years.

This is SUCH a good fanfic idea!!!

Okay so Dick would jumps into the future where the whole family is fighting and all of a sudden, a brightly colored boy just "POP"'s into the dark batcave.

Everyone at that point had been growling and snarling and screaming at each other over ethics and morals and course of action for a case that devolved into tearing at family lines and loyalties.

The tensions are high and no one is on anyone's side because as united as the batfamily is, they are just as divided.

They're seconds from coming to blows when - pop (goes the weasel. lol jk) - a 3 foot 2'' boy in the most canary yellow cape, scarlet vest, and emerald green scaled shorts blinks into existence.

The batfamily immediately goes for their weapons at the sound and most barely refrain from throwing them at the sight of a boy but some weapons slip out people's hands too fast for them stop.

They watch with their hearts in their throats and move as one to prevent it, their minds barely registering the sight in front of them, the only thought in their heads is - STOP! As if mere words could halt assailing weapons hurtling at breakneck speeds towards the child.

They've barely started moving when the small child - he couldn't have been taller than Batman's hip at the height he was - suddenly bounced on his right foot and used the moment to twirl horizontally in the air. The brilliant yellow cape swirled around his body as he turned, almost acting like a cocoon. The batarang sailed underneath their twirling body while two knives sliced the air harmlessly above him, all three weapons embedding themselves soundlessly into the cave walls behind him.

The batfamily makes an aborted move forward, halting in their tracks as the imminent danger passed and the walking traffic light of a child uses their split-second of decision to stop to take the time to gracefully land on his toes before flipping far out of reach. His back arched back into a perfect elegant little backflips which absolutely should not be possible or done so smoothly for a boy as young as he, but the kid manages anyway to land perched on a railing from the upper batcave level, looking down at them from his spot.

Duke glanced around to see if the rest of them had seen the same thing he did. Clearly not because Bruce, Tim, and Alfred looked like they'd seen a ghost. Jason and Damian looked grudgingly impressed. Steph looked openly impressed.

"So, we’ve got surprise visitors, huh? Gee, swell! You folks friends of B? Wait a sec-that can’t be right. B doesn’t have any friends except for me!" The kid chirped - and Duke swore, honest to god, chirped - with a cheeky grin, hands on his hips like he'd just cracked the world's funniest joke.

Duke just stood there, mouth slightly open, like his soul had momentarily left his body. The kid’s mask squinted as if narrowing his eyes at Bruce.

Duke blinked hard. Am I hallucinating? Did I eat bad takeout? He thought.

Bruce, meanwhile, stood frozen, looking like he was wondering where in his life he went wrong.

“Gee whiz, mister, I don’t mean to jump to conclusions or nothin’, but it’s kinda bad manners to go borrowin’ somebody else’s clothes without asking first!” He gave Bruce an exaggerated once-over, the grin on his face making it clear he wasn’t intimidated in the least. “I mean, that cape looks swell and all, but it isn't exactly screaming ‘your size,’ ya know?”

He tilted his head and piped up, “A friend of Catwoman’s?” His voice was light, full of curiosity and mischief.

Jason suddenly snorted. "A friend of Catwoman's, alright."

Cass gently smiled. Duke suspected she had known from the beginning who he was and thus had not moved a muscle during the chaos. Duke couldn’t shake the feeling it wasn’t because of uncertainty. Nope, Cass had known. She always knew.

He sighed internally. Why was he always the last to catch on to these Batfamily mysteries? On the other hand, maybe he should be grateful. He was still wiping off the remaining sludge off his suit from the last batfamily mayhap.

"Dick?" Bruce’s voice was raw, breaking apart as if it couldn’t decide whether to hope or mourn. It was the sound of disbelief and desperate longing, the kind of ache you didn’t just hear—you felt it. Duke’s chest tightened, a lump forming in his throat. He couldn’t imagine what it must mean to Bruce, but the pain was so thick it was almost unbearable.

"Who are you, mister?" Dick - holy fuck that was Dick. Wait- Duke whipped his head around. Where was their Dick?!

Tim was looking a little peaky in Duke's opinion and that was saying something since the other guy always looked pale.

Bruce raised a shaking hand to his cowl, dragging it down the back of his head almost looking like he wanted to do anything but. "Bruce. It's me, Bruce."

"I know you're a guy who looks like Bruce, but you're not my Bruce."

If his kids' previous deaths hadn't killed Bruce, then that one single sentence did, Duke thought, watching the man.

He saw a flicker of something break inside Bruce. The hardened mask Bruce wore cracked, revealing the raw, vulnerable man beneath. It was like hearing the one thing he feared most—that he wasn’t enough for them—and the way it pierced him was brutal. The light left Bruce's eyes for a moment, and Duke could almost feel the weight of that rejection.

It probably hurts to hear it from an 8 year old version of a person that adored you. Duke realized sadly. He wasn't there for Dick's childhood with the man - none of them were - but he was sure it wasn't called the Golden Ages by everyone for show by all those who had known them then.

"Wait, Alfred?" Dick asked, boring holes into the elderly butler.

So, he recognizes the same Alfred but not Bruce? Duke fought back a hysterical laugh. That's gotta sting. Sorry, man. Duke sent a silent prayer to the man who looked like he didn't know if he was going to start sobbing or glaring daggers.

Alfred cleared his throat, rather wetly in Duke's opinion. "Yes, son." He said and smiled warmly.

The boy gave a hoot of laughter that sent the bats in a flurry as he threw himself off the railing. Steph and Jason scrambled to catch him but mini-Dick (Duke was still half-panicking over where big-Dick went. Big-Dick. Haha) hopped onto Jason's shoulder used Stephanie's back as a personalized springboard and landed happily in Alfred's arms.

He hugged the man's neck like it was a plush toy and Alfred tightly held the boy with one arm under his thighs and the other around his waist.

Duke noted with no small amount of surprise that Dick perceptively didn't point of Alfred's suspiciously wet eyes and near-silent sniffling. It was damn loud for the cave though.

"Hey, did you whip up some cookies? I gotta say, that casserole’s a real knock-out, and your filet mignon? Spot on! Say, after we chow down, how about a rousing game of badminton? I’m on fire today! Let’s shake a leg, have some fun, and see who’s got the best swing!"

"Of course, Master Dick." Alfred said and the two continued conversing as Alfred carried the boy up the stairs of the batcave.

"Say, did you get to the next chapter of Lady in the Lake? I gotta tell ya, there's something fishy goin' on there, like a real gumshoe mystery. I can smell a twist coming a mile away, like a crook with a bad alibi! Whaddya think? There’s more to this dame than meets the eye, I betcha!"

Dick's voice faded as the rest of them dumbfoundedly realized they needed to follow after the two of them. Except for Cass, of course, who was already tugging a stiff Stephanie along.

Duke couldn’t help notice Tim. The guy was practically glowing in the corner like he was about to faint, his face flush with excitement. Duke knew all about Tim’s obsession with Grayson—Steph had spilled enough gossip to fill a novel. Tim had ranted about Dick for years, quoting everything from his acrobatics to his smile. But now, seeing the younger version of Grayson in front of him? Tim was this close to passing out. His eyes were practically sparkles. If there were stars in the Batcave, they were all shining in Tim’s eyes.

“Tim, dude, you alright?” Duke teased, but Tim couldn’t even form words. He just gave a thumbs-up so exaggerated it might as well have come with a marching band soundtrack.

Duke couldn’t shake the feeling that Damian was acting a little… off. The usually fierce, unflappable kid was clearly trying to maintain his tough exterior, but Duke could see the subtle signs. The way Damian’s eyes flicked over to Dick with just a hint of nervousness, his stance rigid, like he was bracing for something, but not quite sure what.

"Is it just me, or is Dick an absurdly happy kid?" Duke suddenly spoke, thinking about Dick's demeanor. The older Dick Grayson was so strict and while he joked, there wasn't a free-hearted levity in him that his child version carried.

The kid had been practically shining, bouncing around the Batcave as if it were his personal playground. This was the same kid who had grown into the stoic, responsible, and sometimes brooding Nightwing. The difference was like night and day. Duke could see the weight of the years had changed him, and as he watched this boy, full of energy and warmth, he realized just how much had been lost. This wasn't the Dick they all knew. This was a Dick that had never seen the kind of pain that had hardened him into the man they looked up to.

It was a version of Dick they would never witness - laughing so freely, so full of life - one that was locked away in Bruce's heart, his memories paying tribute to their god-like figure he'd embellished of their brother.

It was a homage Bruce had unknowingly clung to and fed into, and a part of Duke wondered how much of this Dick, too, had buried inside himself.

Duke felt an ache in his bones, realizing just how much was buried under the weight of Dick’s current life. The boy before him was a ghost of the past that no one would ever get back.

Jason groaned. "One depressing revelation at a time, Duke." He stomped his way up the stairs followed by near swooning Tim, and an anxious Damian.

Bruce hadn't moved an inch. It was as if the air around him had thickened, suffocating both of them with tension. Bruce, usually so composed, was now locked in a frozen tableau of silent agony. His face was unreadable, but his eyes - Duke could see them - betrayed a terrible storm. Guilt, loss, and a deep, unspoken grief. The kind of grief that didn’t make noise but settled in your bones and dragged you under.

But Duke was The Signal. He was the Light, that's what his emblem meant. While Bruce was drowning in his own anguish, Duke could not afford to drown with him. So he patted the man on the back and followed his brothers up the stairs, readying himself for more horrifying realizations about the loss of innocence and joy from their favorite brother.

[2tcs]

Day 5: Family Grudge and Prize

Bruce has noticed something about Damian. Whenever a specific shadow appears in the city, Damian immediately attacks them. And anytime someone else approached, the shadow would flee.

Last night was one such incident.

~~~~The Previous Night~~~~

“So we meet again traitor.” Damian said launching himself at another young boy.

“Ha! Do you really think that you can win?” The young man laughed.

“Tt. I do not think I can. I know I can. It is you who are blinded by their arrogance.” Damian growled as he threw several batarangs at his opponent.

“Then why did you bring your dear old dad?” The mystery boy said before backflipping off the building and disappearing as Bruce landed on the roof.

“Robin report.”

“Tt. It is my own business father. Please stay out of it.” Damian said before quickly grappling away and heading back to the cave.

~~~~Present Time~~~~

“You have been staring at that picture for quite some time Master Bruce. Might I inquire as to why?” Alfred asked as he walked up to Bruce with a mug.

“I just can’t figure out why Damian keeps going after this one person. Even when he was trying to kill Tim he wasn’t this in sight with him. But with this boy?” Bruse sighed as he took a sip of his tea. “Camamil Alfred?”

“I find it quite relaxing and the perfect beverage before bed. Somewhere I believe you should be heading sir?” Alfred commented with a raised eyebrow and a slight smile.

“Hmm, and I don’t suppose this one is free of any sedatives is it Alfred?”

“I promise you that I have no clue what you are talking about.”

“Alright, alright. I’m heading upstairs.” Bruce chuckled as he headed upstairs with Alfred.

~~~~

The next day Bruce woke up for Sunday brunch with his family. It was one of the few days that everyone was at the manor. As Bruce began to wake up he also began to notice how quiet it was at the table. Unnaturally quiet. Looking around he noticed all his kids glaring at him, except for Damian who was glaring at a boy around fifteen years of age sitting across from him.

“So,” Bruce cleared his throat only for everyone to start shouting over each other.

“Why the FUCK did you adopt another kid old man!” Jason's shout rang out above everyone else's causing the room to go quiet again.

“Father did not adopt this traitor. He is only here to cause pain and discord.” Damian growled. Only holding himself back from attacking the stranger because of Alfred's rule about violence in the manor.

“Oh shove off Dams. He’s my father too. I have every right to meet him.” The stranger said.

“No! You lost the right to be considered family after what you did. It’s the reason why grandfather had you killed and it was only because of mother’s soft heart that you were resurrected and sent to be adopted by some stupid civilians.” Damian shouted while stabbing his spoon into his parfait.

“Wait! Hold on and tell me, calmly, what is going on.” Bruce said while pinching the bridge of his nose.

“This traitor”

“Not a traitor”

“This Traitor. Is Danyal Al Ghul. We unfortunately shared mother's womb.” Damian said as he continued to glower at the boy, Danyal.

“I go by Danny now.” Danny said with a wave.

“Hello, Danny. If I ask you why it is that Damian called you a traitor, would you answer?” Bruce asked with a strained smile.

“It’s so stupid.” Danny groaned.

“It is far from ‘stupid’ Danyal.”

“I didn’t mean to break your favorite wakizashi!”

“Liar. You were jealous that I was grandfather's favorite so you sought to punish me for my superiority.”

“Grandfather is a fruitloop! A certified wackjob! Even when we were kids I could tell that! You’ve lived with father for years now. Surely you can see grandfather’s flaws with this new perspective. If not then congratulations. You are the grand champion of delusion. Here’s your prize.” Danny said with a glair of his own directed at Damian.

“Wait. Hold on. Are you the twerp that the demon brat attacked the other night?” Jason asked with a grin.

“He does match the build.” Tim muttered.

“Secret brother.” Cass whispered while giving Danny a thumbs up.

“Ha! Not a secret anymore. But I didn’t come here just to meet ya’ll.” Danny laughed before turning serious. “I know about Alfred's rule about batwork at the table but I have things to do and can’t stay long. When you return to the batcave you will find a folder with a printed copy of a rather concerning law and a flash drive with a list of facilities and experiments conducted with full government sanctions due to this law being in place.” Danny described before placing the last bite in his mouth and standing up. “Thank you for allowing me the pleasure of eating your delicious cooking Alfred. But unfortunately, I have to go. If you need to contact me, my number’s in the folder.” He said before simply vanishing with a final wave.

“Where did he go!” Dick shouted as he jumped up.

“Holy crap. And I thought it was creepy how Damian could do that in the shadows.” Steph said with a shiver.

“Uh, Damian? Can you do that too? If so, then thank you so much for not using that ability for evil.” Duke chuckled nervously.

“Tt” Getting up Damian stormed out of the room. He didn’t care what Danyal did or said as long as he didn’t come back. Now he just had to get to the cave before anyone else to get rid of Danyal’s contact information.

[evilminji]

Ngl, I'm kinda really big on "Accidentally Fixing Things While I Was Off, Minding My Business/Indulging My Hyper Fixation"

With a side of "huh, why do I hear jaws music?" *Og!Protagonist Approach-ith*

Cause like? Who WOULDN'T want to play around with QI? Talismans? Get REAL deep into the esoteric Cultivation Lore??! What do you MEAN "boring", native to this universe!? This shit is MAGIC! We're literally playing with MAGIC here! I can write squiggles on a peice of paper and BEND REALITY! Concentrate REAL hard and have the universe around me just... shrug and OBEY!!!

That's SO COOL!

Sweet backflips and flying swords! Mythic animals! Forget being a wizard, this is WAY better! *cackles in glee*

Imagine if a SI-OC aims for a Peak that was never even brought up in Cannon! The Talismans and Artifacts (don't get them started. Yes, it's both two seperate fields. But somehow ALSO a spectrum? And can be both at once, depending on the age of the object? No one else is quite sure...) Peak. She finds her people.

First you study the general, then you specialize.

Everyone there can info-dump for HOURS on their niche field of study! Lots of cross Peak cooperation! Half of them are never ON Peak because they can't MOVE their objects of interest! Gotta study them at location! Which, yes, includes hidden realms! AND THE CREATION OF THEM.

Their last Peak lord? Fuckin DIED to Tianlang-jun's sealing. Their CURRENT Shizun? Hates the Old Palace Master with the fury of ten thousand suns. Bastard just... just DUMPED a project like "seal a Heavenly Fucking Demon Emperor" on everybody LAST MINUTE. And WIPED OUT an ENTIRE GENERATION of Masters.

If ANY of them work with ANYONE from Hau Haun? They are DEAD to him.

DEAD.

So like.... fuck those guys. It's the formal stance of her Peak. Fuck those guys forever. *spits*

Oc agrees. Cause wtf. That sounds like it was unreasonable and deeply fucked up. And that kid of demon? SUPER dangerous! Good thing there aren't any more of them! She says... having never read the book. Either one. Granted, things KINDA sound familiar? In that her brother used to talk about a series from overseas he was slowly moogle translating to read.

But like? It's the Multiverse. Not impossible odds. Maybe her soul just clung to a Cultivation Universe that VAGUELY sounded familiar, over the countless that DID NOT. Not like she knows how Reincarnation works...

Anyway~ Back to her projects!

She's industrious AF. Exceeds her Talisman goals. Constantly. Which means she gets to keep or sell the extra (it's motivation to work hard). She likes to give some to people who look like they need um. Like that miserable kid on Qing Jing. She sees him every time she stops by to hit up their, frankly, Gucci Library. VERY fancy.

Here, kid, have some warming and protection talismans. Perimeter alert ones. Kinda weird you go through so many, but meh, I don't know your life. Want one of my practice Qiankun pouches? It's ugly af. But since our peak makes them, I gotta practice.

The kid gives her snacks. They're pretty good, not gonna lie.

He IS... kinda creepy though. Very "you should skip school tomorrow" quite kid with too intense eye contact. You... uh... you GOOD, kiddo? Wanna talk? Should... should she, like, do something about this, or.....

No, no! He insists. With the flattest, fakest smile she's ever seen outside of a Serial Killer. He's Fine™! No need to worry about HIM!

......okay, but, see, when you SAY shit like that....

Creepy™ "probably gonna murder everyone on Qing Jing" kid aside? She has a GOAL! Wants to make a MEDICAL Hidden Realm! Yeah, that's right!! See, you can dictate the "rules" of reality (somewhat) inside the Realm you create, right? SO! It occurred to her! She should make a Realm?

That DOES NOT ALLOW QI DEVIATIONS!

Something that forces the Qi inside one's body to smooth and heal! Calm and rich! Like Ling Xi caves but for healing instead of breakthroughs! It could be a lifesaving realm, where one goes to ride out a Qi Deviation or face their heart demons! In an environment that will not ALLOW them to fatally spiral!

Of course, she needs to find a whole bunch of rare and soothing legendary flowers to plant. Trees, too. A couple rare beasts, known for their intensely soothing auras. Just... REALLY stack the odds. THEN off course, she'll have to lay the ground work of the realm itself. Find a good place to PUT it!

Maybe Qian Cao Peak? Or could she connect it to to the Ling Xi to take advantage of the natural Qi and protection the mountain itself gives? She would need permission either way... she should draft a consultation request...

All this? As the immortal conference gets closer and closer. Fate LOOMS.

Only to slide wildly off the rails, as she get approved by THE SECT LEADER to make her "Anti-Qi-Deviation Realm" in the Ling Xi Caves as her final project. Her Master Work as an Inner Disciple, as it were, Proof of studies and skill. All HE saw was "anti-Qi-deviation" and thought "this could totally help Xiao-Jiu". Immediately gave the go ahead.

(And as for Lui Qinggi? This is NOT a new idea of hers. She'd long gotten Mu Qingfang on board. What luck, for EVERONE involved, he was in the caves that day. Once again looking for a good place to anchor the realm, for a maximum effect to ease of access ratio.)

She anchors the Realm. Starts planting like mad. Transferring her legendary Soothing Plants and Soothing Trees. Constructing a few buildings in accordance to the feng shui MASTER she hunted down and consulted. Requests Shen-shibo himself come and be in charge of paintings and other decorations, as he IS the master of the scholars peak.

(And most at risk of a Lords or a Qi Deviation. So would be a splendid test case.)

(Is what she does not say...)

(But they are both aware of anyway.)

And? Shen Jiu? Has... never felt so calm and safe in his LIFE. Unnatural! Doesn't like it. Disgusting. What coddling nonsense! He's never going... going... to go... *stands at the entrance and glares, like the realm personally offended him* *carefully inches back inside like an abused cat*

He stops paying attention to his peak almost immediately. Yes, he does his job. But... his brain is no longer wrapped up in it. Obsessive over it. Constantly comparing and jealous and spiteful. Don't get him wrong! He's still a petty, spiteful, bitch of a man. But...

True, restful sleep? Changes a man. The complete lack of constant minor Qi Deviations, like mini-seizures, in the night. Throughout the day. Constantly wearing him down, tearing him down. Exhausting him and hurting. That... gentleness. Calm. Escape from pain, which he has lived with for so, so long.

What was he doing? Comparing himself to brats?

Being jealous of and competitive of tiny little IDIOTS. They're morons! He's a Peak Lord. He's WON.

He starts ignoring Bingge. Noticing things he'd overlooked before, in his exhaustion. Like the fact that his daughter is, apparently, very susceptible to rumor mongering and not AWARE she is just and ONLY his daughter. (Ying-er, sweetie, Baba loves you... but sometimes you make him very tired...) (also it will be a cold day in hell, when he allows to to marry that little cretin. Chose better.)

Oc? Getting SLOSHED with Mu-shibo! WOOOOO~☆ we DID IT!!! The Realm was a SUCCESS! We're GENIUSES! We can't wait to see how this develops!!! *celebrating noises*

Immortal Conference, happens. SI-OC? Just graduated. Missed it. Meh... it should be fine. Still... here, kiddos. Her backlog of Talismans and pouches. Never know when that might be useful! Oh, hey, Creepy I mean, that Kid from Qing Jing who thankfully hasn't killed anybody yet! Still got the Weirdly Intense Eye Contact, I see! You all packed?

....that's... a little light.

Here, Talismans and Pouches, just like the kids from her Peak. Stay safe, okay? There's food and water in there. Medicine too. Some emergency blankets. Flares and stuff. Don't hesitate to use um. They are made to be used. Everybody be good!

And remember! This conference isn't worth your life!

[♡Luo Binghe Will Remember This♡]

W...why do I hear jaws music? Hello? Helloooo?

Cause like? Shen Jiu? Doesn't throw him in. He's too busy saving students he Actually Cares About. You know... like a RESPONSIBLE Peak Lord. But does that STOP fate? Ha! No. Down Binghe goes! With a bunch of pouches he begged of Talisman Peak disciples who were dropping out. Since... they didn't need them... *puppy dog eyes* c-could he steal borrow them?

He ends up in the Abyss with a small warehouse of supplies. Which is GREAT! Will get him through this hellscape!

Assuming he can protect it.

Every meal. Every night of sleep where he DOESNT have to twitch at every sound, thanks to the talisman arrays. Every drop of clean water. Scrap of medicine. It's a reminder of the One(1) Sister who was nice to him at no cost. Didn't want to fuck him, use him, in some way. Have him a part, like some sort of emotional crutch. Was just... kind. For the sake of kindness.

Saw him, not the mask he wore, and recognized he'd be strong. (Why else would she look so wary?) And he wants and wants and Wants AND WANTS.

Aren't I strong, now, Shixiong? Aren't you so very proud of me? Look how powerful Luo Binghe has become! I came back for you. Brought back the things you gave me. A little stained, but that's okay. We can make new ones. Can finally move on. No more Cang Qiong. Isn't it great? Tell me it's GREAT, Shixiong.

Please stop running. Or I'll have to burn the mountain down.

@mayfay @legitimatesatanspawn @babbling-babull @hdgnj @spidori @leftnotright

[yeokii]

SAFETY NET — LEE HEESEUNG

synopsis . no matter how many times you've tried to avoid heeseung, he always found a way to bring you back to him (inspo by safety net from ariana grande)

희승 : situationship! heeseung x fmr — idk fluff ? 🧷 O.4K ❨ warnings ❩ profanity, toxic gas hee, small kiss 𓍼 note — HAPPY BDAY TO MY MAN┆(bookshelf)

Two miss calls and five unread texts. you looked over the notifications from the boy who had spammed your phone. Same old routine.

And like always, you swore you wouldn't answer. In fact, you were sure you were going to ignore him at all costs. Because to tell the truth you were done with him. Done with his stupid lies and temporary promises that were broken the next day.

But you couldn't ignore the butterflies in your stomach whenever he was around. The simple kisses that would make your heart do backflips. That stupid smirk he had on his face when you gave into his sweet words.

You snapped yourself out of your thoughts when you heard a knock at the door.

Well it was clear who it was.

The devil himself.

You walked over and opened the door to see Lee Heeseung in all his glory. To his surprise, you actually opened the door.

"Hi stranger." He spoke up. "Missed you." The boy said with that stupid smirk on his face.

"What do you want Heeseung?" You asked, though it wasn't really a question—more so a statement so he'd leave you alone sooner.

"You hurt me, pretty." He said, chuckling while rubbing his heart. "What happened to Hee?" He said, referring to the nickname you gave him a few months ago.

"Cut the shit, Lee. Tell me why you're at my doorstop way past midnight."

"You know why baby." He said, coming closer. "I missed you."

What you hated was the fact that his eyes never left yours.

"Hee, you know we have to stop."

"Why should we when it feels so right with us together. Don't act you don't know it." He mumbled as his future towered over you.

Before you could even respond, he closed the gap between you both as he pulled you closer to him, your chest against his. His hand slipped around your was it, his fingers having a firm grip over you.

His head leaned over and grazed right above your open shoulder. You could feel his hot breath on your skin. This was exactly the type of shit that made your knees buckle. The kind that made you cave in every single time.

And he knew it.

He'd knew you'd give in. He knew what effect he had over you.

"Come back to me, baby." He said, lips brushing over your neck as he planted a simple kiss over your skin.

And just like that, you fell back right into him.

tags . @zuyairus @bubblytaetae @yenqa @redm4ri @hanniluvi @haechansbbg @taejaysreads @shinunoga-iie-wa @teddywonss @naespas @isoobie @dimplewonie @jennaissantes

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

your knight to the rescue

pairing: dick grayson x gn!reader

WC: 1.8K

warnings: cursing, creepy older man, sexual tension? i think thats it.

summary: being a plus one has its perks and downsides.

A/N: i wrote this for @alecmores​ my editor and friend since they did a fic for my birthday this year. a little reward for having to read all my stories and listen to me talk nonsense in chat.

also tried to make this as gender neutral as possible. so if theres something that comes off as fem presenting just let me know and ill fix it!

also used two prompts from @urfriendlywriter​ , forced proximity numbers 3 and 4 

in the drafts since may13

masterlist / dick grayson

“please, y/n! you��ll be doing me a solid!”

“if you get on your knees and start begging i might consider throwing myself to the wolves.”

you were just joking, you would’ve done anything dick asked of you. but he got on his knees with his hands clasped in front of his face and put on his best puppy dog eyes. oh! he really didn’t want to go.

“y/n l/n, will you do your best friend in the whole world a huge favor and be my plus one to this wayne gala event?” he even shuffled closer and leaned his head against your thighs as you leaned against the cave computer.

without a thought you set a hand on the crown of his raven hair and run your fingers through the strands. “can we get a big belly burger after?” you know the gala will only have alcohol and finger food.

dick moved his head as his chin sat on the meat of your thighs so he could look directly into your eyes. “of course, y/n. what kind of friend would i be if i let you starve yourself on my time?”

“a terrible friend.”

“and i am anything but a terrible friend.” he groaned as he pushed himself from the floor and walked to the suit displays.

“sure you should be going out? i heard you groan from just getting off the floor, you might be getting old.” you followed behind with your arms crossed over your chest.

dick just threw a middle finger over his shoulder, not wasting his time to look your way. “fuck you. i’m in my twenties, this is my prime.”

“yeah, okay, boy wonder.”

dick grabbed his black and blue outfit before heading to a changing area. you lingered around and the silence slowly got to your head. your fingers bit into your biceps and looked down at your slippers.

“just… just be careful, dick.” you scrunch your face at your simple wording, “cause- cause i’m sure alfred is tired of patching you up. and- and you don’t want to look a mess at the gala… could cause some rumors or something.” rambling just so it doesn’t seem like you care too deeply for dick’s safety. honestly just saying, “i like you dick grayson, so don’t be an idiot as you’re backflipping off buildings.” would be a lot easier than what just came out your mouth.

dick stepped back into the cold cave and stood in front of you. his black eye mask was in place along with his gear all secured in their compartments. you couldn’t see his baby blues due to the white holes staring back at you, but he had a smirk on his lips that made you scuff without knowing his next words.

“worried about my safety?” he copied your arms-crossed stance. his head cocked to the side. you narrowed your eyes, “no shit, dumbass. you're fighting criminals, street level and insane.”

you rolled your lips, “i know it’s unavoidable at times, just…” you sighed, “just don’t get in the line of fire if you can.” you touched his arm before walking away and back up the spiral stairs.

in your rush to leave you missed how dick’s arms fell and his smirk vanished in a blink. hidden eyes watching your every step until you were gone from his sight.

-

“i want big belly burger.”

“all in due time, y/n.”

your hands tugged at the nice, but tight fabric of your black formal attire. you even shuffled on your feet, already feeling the blisters forming. you were used to loose and flowy clothing with sneakers or slippers since you worked behind the scenes.

with you knowing there would be cameras in attendance, you took extra long to make sure you were presentable and cleaned well. especially since you would be standing beside dick for most of the event, you didn’t want to look like sewer trash next to a sculpted statue.

“stop fidgeting,” dick leaned close to your ear, “you look marvelous.” his breath caressed your ear and you had to suppress the shiver it caused.

leaving the outfit alone, your hands clasped over your stomach. a more appropriate gesture than arms crossed as you stare down the boring one percenters. you could spot bruce somewhere in the distance chatting along with some people, and you could spot his fake laughing from a mile away. letting your eyes scan the room you land on detective gordon, who’s tucked away in a corner with his hands shoved in his khaki trench coat.

“looks like gordon didn’t get the dress code memo.” giving dick a hit from your elbow as you knocked your chin in the cop’s direction.

“wants a little attention. nothing wrong with that.” and something about that last part… “i’m- i’m gonna get a drink. i’ll- i’ll be right back.” and you hurried off before dick could stop you.

politely moving through the sea of people, you landed at the open bar. palms wrapping around the cool granite counter, you leaned forward and waved down a bartender. he was very handsome, but he wasn’t-

“just champagne, please. thank you.”

the flute of bubbling amber liquid sat in front of you and the bartender left to help others. you fiddled with the stem and bottom, giving the liquid a little swirling making the bubbles fizzle. you held the glass in hand as you turned your back to the counter and faced the chatting party. you needed a breather from grayson.

from the corner of your eye, you saw an older gentleman saddle up to the bar top, right next to you. to close for comfort. you could feel the air shift as he moved his arm, suit jacket popping your bubble. you stiffened, not feeling brave enough to make it obvious that he was the cause of discomfort. now you wished dick would come to your rescue and lead you away, on the other side of the room would be nice.

“may i just say,” his hand touched you, “you are a visionary.” fingers moving caused goosebumps. you had to swallow the acid rising.

“you're too kind.” fake smiled as you raised your glass. where is dick?

“are you here alone? how do you know bruce wayne?” the man questioned. moving closer, his chest almost bumping yours.

you licked your lips, “i’m a- a worker for bruce wayne… secretary. or personal assistant to mister wayne.” not too much of a fib. “and i’m here with someone. i should,” you pointed a finger at the crowd, “i should go look for him.”

the man’s grimy fingers trapped your wrist after just a step and tugged you into his body. his breathing grating against your ear and neck, “what’s the rush? i’m sure your friend can wait.”

“really, i should-“ he slipped an arm over your waist and you shut down. it’s like you were hit with mr. freeze’s ice gun.

your heart started hammering and your eyes were darting around for any sight of him. your chest was heaving, your panic growing the longer his touch and breath were on your body.

“how about we-“ “there you are, baby. i was starting to get worried.”

it’s like an angel was sent to save you from death. the chandelier lighting cast dick in a halo of blinding light. his tall stature and wide shoulders held with grace and strength. his dark black hair swept in a clean style as his piercing irises stared the man down. you heard the gasp and took a shallow breath when you felt him move away.

dick held a hand out and you grasped it like a lifeline as he tucked you into his side. arm protective on your waist and fingers splayed, it was the warmth you need after freezing to death. your arm circled his waist to pull him even closer, head falling to his chest. he even positioned himself to where you were less in the older man’s eye line, his wider frame acting as a shield.

“who’s your new friend?” dick asked. it came off playful, but you heard the undertone. he was ready to hang him upside down by his shoestrings.

“i’m not sure. haven’t been given a name.” and you haven’t. but you already have his face memorized.

the creep opened and closed his mouth. a fish gasping for water as sharks played with their dinner. you tried to give the air of innocence to compliment dick’s bomb that was slowly ticking with each second.

he stuck his hand out for a friendly shake, “dick grayson. nice to meet you…” he trailed off. waiting for the answer before he searched him up on the computer back home.

the man took his outstretched hand, “mr. cooper. pleasure to meet you.” and you saw the flash of pain over his face. dick’s grip looked like it could crush a skull.

“mr. cooper, well i hope you have an excellent evening. if you don’t mind, i’d like to steal my dance partner back.” without waiting, he walked the both of you away. you left your champagne behind without a thought.

near the edge of the dance floor on the other side was where dick planted the both of you. he held your right hand in his while his left hand settled at the small of your back. you let your left-hand rest on his strong shoulder. it wasn’t much dancing, just bodies swaying.

“thank you… for back there-“ “no need to thank me. i would do it again in a heartbeat.”

his eyes twinkled. your heartbeat stuttered.

the orchestra continued their melodic strumming and you let yourself get swept away. eyes closing, you leaned your head on dick’s dress shirt. right near his heart. the smell of citrus and pine invaded your senses and you almost got dizzy. the hand on your back pressed in harder and then rubbed along your spine.

you almost snapped your eyes open at the feeling of dick’s lips being pressed to your temple. and it wasn’t just a simple peck, it lingered. your body felt hot and you would bet ten bucks your ears were burning red. his lips moved and then he nudged his nose against your hairline as he sighed. 

“i still want a big belly burger.”

your hunger broke the romantic moment.

feeling dick’s laugh through his chest and hearing the boyish noise lit you up. pressing your chin into his shirt, you made eye contact and both flashed smiles.

“wanna ditch?” “you make it sound like high school.” hands tightening. he grinned, “you're right. i think it’s time to leave.”

and dick grayson, being your knight in shining armor, led the both of you out of the stuffy venue. and he took the waiting chariot to the closet's big belly so you could stuff your face with food you’ve been waiting to scarf down. 

and as you moaned with ketchup at the corner of your mouth and chugged soda, dick grayson thought you were the best thing to ever happen to him. and he would do anything to keep you safe and smiling.

...

[disappointmentofthefam]

Love? Love. (part one)

(Andy Barber x reader)

summary- recently split from his wife, Andrew Stephen Barber, aka, Mr hotshot ADA daddy dilf, lives with his 14 year old son Jacob. All he has known since the tender age of 17 is Laurie, and their baby boy. Will his life change when a bright eyed and bushy tailed y/n moves in the house right opposite to his? More importantly, will it change for the better or the worse?

*contains adult themes, smut and age gap (reader is a senior in college, Andy is in his early thirties)*

Andy's sleep is rudely cut short by the whirring engine of packers and movers mixed with the commotion of workers walking back and forth, setting up the furniture.

His face grimaces as soon as he opens his eyes,

at seven fucking am on a sunday! fuck off!

Apparently-as he later finds out-a new family had just moved in the house opposite to his. From what he had heard from his best friend(and neighbor), Sam, the family had a son of around Jacob's age which was about perfect since Jacob was a shy kid and wasn't exactly Mr. popular with kids his age. maybe he would find a friend in the new kid

By the next weekend, Jacob and the kid, Tyler, were already friends and today Jacob had invited his friend to play video games together.

"Daaaaddd", Jacob whines, "Please don't embarrass me!"

Andy gasps dramatically ,"Are you ashamed of your old man!", he even goes as far as to clutch his chest, right where his heart is, "i knew this day would come, i just thought it would be fifty years from now when i am bound to a hospital bed and shit my pants every time i try to say a word with more than three syllables"

As Jacob rolls his eyes, laughing, the doorbell rings, "whatever old man, just behave or i won't buy you diapers when you're all old and 'bound to a bed'".

Tyler shyly greets Andy and the boys disappear into their boy cave. Andy decides to settle down for a movie from the comfort of his couch. He can already imagine what Sam would say if he found out about Andy's weekend plans

are you seriously wasting all that good-good on a couch? Let's go out man , find you a pretty girl, you need to get out of this 'grandma' routine

Sam wouldn't get it ,he was married, happily so, and had a baby girl with the woman of his dreams. "Between the two of those pretty girls, i don't stand a chance"- he'd say

It wasn't that easy for Andy to navigate the modern dating world, there were too many 'what ifs' and not enough 'why nots' for him to fall in love again

what if he's a one night?

what if he catches feelings and she doesn't? what if he finds someone perfect only to find out he's incapable of feeling love again?

oh shit, worse yet- what if he was a reboun-

His thoughts are interrupted by the ringing doorbell, jesus can't a man watch the godfather for the millionth time in peace?

"Hi, Mr. Barber"

Andy's breath hitches, "Hi there"

"I would shake your hand but mine are full", she giggles.

Andy's heart does a backflip at her laugh as he shakily reaches out to take the four tupperware boxes from her.

"I'm y/n", she gives him a sweet smile, "I'm Tyler's sister and we just wanted to thank you for inviting him over, god knows we needed the break! Teenagers, amirite", she looks up at him with those big doe eyes.

Snapping out of the trance, Andy invites her in, "Come in............uh",

"Y/n"

Andy's chest is filled with a warm, fuzzy feeling

Names are so intimate, Y/n, while he asks her to come in, Y/n, he asks her to sit, Y/n, as he brews her a cup of coffee.

Andy, as her eyes sparkle when she realizes the movie he has on, Andy, as she tells him she cooked all the treats she brought him tonight

"So", Andy strikes up the conversation as they settle on the couch, "i've heard that you tutor children?"

"Oh, yes, It's just to earn a little before i graduate, besides, my god complex is fulfilled while teaching people", she jokes.

Andy doesn't remember the last time he was so interested in a conversation that wasn't about work or crime, or both, really.

An hour later, they are way past formalities, talking about everything and nothing, as if they were old friends.

Her mouth agape, she looks at him in utter disbelief, "He got away with it?" ,Andy can't believe she's so engrossed in his work stories, Laurie had always told him to keep his work where it belonged-in his office.

"Tyler and i should leave now, it's getting late, mom will be mad if we're late for dinner"

Andy's heart sinks why did she have to leave

"Alright sweetheart", he says lowly, "it was a pleasure to have your company".

Y/n smiles bashfully 'sweetheart'

did he mean it? no way! he must have a thousand women worshipping at his feet, he's the fucking ADA, he's single, he's hot and don't even get me started on that smile-

Focus Y/n!!

Andy notices the hitch in her breath, the sudden tint on her cheeks and the way her shy eyes try to look anywhere but at him

a straight up filthy image crosses his mind-

you, laying naked on his bed, all spread out for him, whining as he sucked between your petals

you, closing your eyes bashfully as the head of his thick cock lines up with your wet, tight hole

he would have no qualms with slapping your face lightly, "look at daddy while he's fucking you open"

"look at me baby, look at who's making you feel so good"

he'd kiss your pouting lips, "my dumb little baby can't think with daddy's cock inside her, ca-

okay Andy, She's a smart and beautiful twenty-one year old girl, she must have boys falling at her feet, the last thing she'd want is you.

As she and Tyler leave, Andy can't help the stupid smile on his face

"dad?, you good there?"

Andy snaps out of the trance, "yeah kid"

"phew! With that shit eating grin, you almost had me convinced that you had shat you pants"

OH THIS LITTLE ASSHO-

author's note: heyyyyyyy girlies, i purposefuly made the first chapter short and vague so i can take the story forward as you'd like me to! Please do leave suggestions!!! nothing is off limits to me

[sansypansy]

"He'll always choose me over you."

Dick was prepared for the right hook Bruce delivered. He wasn't, however, prepared for the sheer force put into the punch.

"Shit, Bruce." He spat out the metallic taste on his tongue. "I thought you said this was just a spar."

"It is a spar."

"Then why does it feel like you're just using me as a punching bag?"

The two alphas circled each other slowly on the mat. Dick had lost track of how much time had passed since they'd begun. All he knew was the way Bruce was acting made Dick's hackles rise and triggered his furious instincts.

"You're overthinking it," Bruce countered. "You're just a bit out of shape. Try harder."

He lunged with another punch ready, but this time Dick blocked him and locked them in position to snarl in Bruce's face.

"You forget I'm a master at dealing with your bullshit."

Dick slammed his knee into Bruce's gut then delivered a hit to the chest with his elbow. He finished off with a backflip kick and landed gracefully a good distance away from the older alpha.

"This about Damian asking me to share his heats, isn't it?"

Bruce growled. Jackpot.

Dick huffed ironically, lips forming a condescending smirk.

"God, you're such a manchild. It's not my fault I treated him so good the first time. Sounds like a skill issue."

It was a taunt. Dick knew why Damian came to him - they had a special emotional bond. Dami trusted him.

And one day, Dick hoped it would become more.

Bruce didn't have that with Damian, and Dick knew the man was jealous. He was Damian's Batman first, and Bruce couldn't take that away from them.

He wouldn't let him.

Dick was ready to block the right hook this time.

"He's my Pack Omega," Bruce grunted in his Batman voice. "You're attempting to take a position that should not be yours."

"Yeah well that doesn't make you his alpha either!" Dick growled, flashing his fangs. "The Pack Omega made his choice and not even you can contest it."

The spar turned into a full blown fight as Bruce grew more aggressive with his punches and Dick pulled all the stops to taunt and push back as much as possible. This was personal, now.

"Even if you win, it still won't change anything," Dick spat. "Damian will always choose me, not you."

"If I win, you will stop playing mates with my omega."

"He's not yours! He's mine!"

"THAT'S ENOUGH!"

Both alphas froze mid-fight as their heads snapped toward the direction of the shout. Damian stood on the cave's railing, scent reeking of fury and indignation.

"Both of you should be ashamed of yourselves." He scoffed. "I am not a prize for you to act like immature children who do not want to share their toys! I am a person with my own feelings, you foolish alphas!"

"Dami, that's not--" Dick fumbled, but was promptly cut off.

"Save it, Grayson. I had expected better from you, especially when I chose you to help me through my heats. But it seems to me that my judgement was poorly placed."

Damian glared at the Pack Alpha with the same intensity.

"Neither of you are stepping foot in my nest this cycle."

Bruce and Dick exploded in protests, but Damian merely dismissed them with a growl.

"I have other alphas to give that privilege. I'm sure Drake or Todd wouldn't be too opposed. They've been sniffing after me for a while now."

He turned on his heels, tossing them a cold glance.

"I hope this will be an enlightening moment for you both."

With that, the Pack Omega strutted away, leaving behind two sulking and fuming alphas.

But the lesson wasn't learned, because they would blame each other for this terrible outcome for many days.

[toulousewayne]

Batfam and Batsis Headcannon: The Teams Part 1

Majority of DCU knows about the Batfamily and many work with them and have formed teams with them. However, while many have worked with Y/n she was never officially on anyone’s team. In fact a lot of the League have never worked with her but a select few have had the chance.

Superman and Wonder Woman have worked with her countless times, there were even times that had to fill in for Batman and she assisted them. It goes without saying Diana Prince loves all of the Batkids but Y/n definitely has a special bond with the Princess. While Barbara oversaw most of Y/n’s training she was trained by others. Her most worked with trainer was Diana herself.

Barbara had Y/n complete her training with Diana and she had to win in order for Barbara to give her final blessing for her to suit up.

“Remember never go for the obvious attack.” Diana swiftly block Y/n’s bow staff strike and shove her backward.

“Never let your opponent get your weak spot,” she attempted to strike the girl who backflipped out the way and block two punches,”You’ll face many who will not stop because you are a child, you must fight them with your all. And then,” she kicked the back of Y/n’s knee and she caught herself before hitting Diana in the chest.

“You give more. Never let your guard down.” Y/n smirked. Diana returned the smirk,”Good. Again child.”

She always worked with Clark, before Tim joined she had to protect the city while Batman and Nightwing were in England to find information about a Drug Lord who had recently smuggled weapons and drugs into the city and need to find him in London.

“Are you sure your gonna be okay, I can ask Wally to—“

“I’ll be fine mother hen.” She scoffed putting on her utility belt and cape.

“I know you will, but I’d rather be safe than sorry that’s why I’ve asked Clark to visit you throughout the next two nights.”

“What! So you don’t trust me after all!” She stocked over to him but he pulled his cowl up and hopped into the Batwing.

“He’s there as backup.” Nightwing joined him and with that they raced out of the cave.

Batgirl stood overtop of a building while listening to a group of armed men break into one of Black Mask’s buildings.

“Show time.” She threw smoke and glided down and began fighting them. She didn’t realize there was several more around the corner and soon she was surrounded by some armed and unarmed men.

“Where you gonna go now Brat-girl?”

“I don’t know yet maybe Amusement Mile,but you are so going to Blackgate creep.”

“You little bitch I’m gonna—“ before he could shot her his body was sent flying into a group of trash cans.

“Now that’s no way to talk to a young lady.” Superman smirked. The other goons looked like they were gonna shit their pants and Batgirl rolled her eyes.

“Go ahead pretend like I’m not here.” He quickly took all the remaining guns and crushed them into a ball.

Batgirl quickly started fighting the shocked and terrified goons until one managed to run but Superman met him around the corner and the goon passed out before he could do anything. He brought him back to the alley where Batgirl was tying up the rest of the goons.

“I had him.”

“Uh huh,sure you did.” Superman dropped the goon and Batgirl cuffed him to a dumpster.

She grappled to the rooftops where Superman was floating above as sirens could be heard in the distance.

“So,how about a pizza break. I can fly us to Sicily?” He offered.

Batgirl stood before the Kryptonite for a moment,”A Large Margarita?”

He grinned,”Scouts Honor.” She scoffed and climbed onto his back,”Dad’s right you kinda are a bit of a Boy Scout.” And he took off,”What’s wrong with that?” He asked innocently.

The other members of the league she did get to meet as well. She loved spending time with with J’onn while she studied as it was very quiet in the command room.

“So do all Martian have your powers, or are you just one of a kind?”

“While most of my people have gifts and abilities my were more advanced then those in my age group when I was younger.” He didn’t even turn in her direction as he continued to type away on the keyboard.

She tapped her pen on her Geometry textbook.”What was it like, on Mars before the invasion?”

He continued typing for a few minutes before stopping.” It was Home, many things here on Earth are alike. Such as bonds with friends and family, we had our customs and traditions as well. Many think we are so different and while yes there is a difference between an Earthling and a Martian may of us fiction the same in terms of daily living.” He was solemn for a bit before returning to typing.

“Well, I’m glad the team has as someone like you around.” The Martian grinned. “And I’m sure the Bat is lucky to have daughter so curious and eager to learn about different cultures.”

“He better be.” The tween smiled.

She had taken a liking to listening in on League conversations, many of which weren’t even about missions just chaos and disaster.

“Thats’s a bunch of bull!” Hal shouted as Barry and Dinah entered the canteen with irrigation painted across their faces.

Y/n was munching on cheese fries and reading a book Jason gave her a long time ago.

“Hey kid, how’s book going?” Dinah took a seat next to her. “It’s good, what is Hal whining about today?”

She smirked stealing a fry,”He thinks your father is a vampire or something because he’s never seen during the daytime.” She sighed.

“How did you guys even get on this topic?” She marked her book and placed it down eating her fries with Dinah.

“He’s human for crying out loud!” Barry whined sitting down with his tray of hamburgers, nachos, cheese fries and sandwiches.

Hal sat down to taking a large gulp of his Cherry Cola,”Look I’m just saying if we throw Holly water on the Bats he could burst in flames.”

Y/n rolled her eyes under her mask and muttered,”I see why John is the smart Lantern.” Hal turned his gaze to her and grinned.

“Hey kiddo, why don’t you enlighten us. You live with Dracula does he ever walk into the sunlight, does he ever run from garlic, does he ever state food on holy ground?”

“Only when it’s Lasagna night and you eat garlic bread too, But he doesn’t smell like a garlic plant like you do.” Dinah had to hide her face but Barry was doubled over laughing.

“Definitely the Bat’s kid.” He grumbled walking away while checking his breath.

Y/n spent many weekends at Titans Tower before and after becoming Batgirl. She enjoyed being dragged to new pop up shops with Kory or visiting the vintage camera stores with Donna.

She also would play video games with Gar and Victor or mediate with Raven.

“You know the garden at the Manor are great place for tranquility.” She opened one eye looking in Raven’s direction.

“Tempting, I may take you up on that offer Y/n.” Raven had a tiny grin on her face.

“RAVEN! You’ve Hogged Y/n ALL MORNING!” The two turned to Gar who had a annoyed look on his face. Y/n giggled at his antics but Raven sighed.

“We’re mediating, beside you just want her to rematch you in Mario Party and we all know she’ll beat you anyway.” She replied.

“Not True!”

Kori, Dick and Wally enter the room and watch the two bicker back and forth. Y/n slips away to the kitchen where Victor is making pancakes.

“Do they ever not fight?” She turned to Victor who placed two plate of chocolate chip pancakes down. Wally took the other seat and began to devour them.

“This goes without but I doubt they even like breathing the same air as each other.” Wally commented with his face covered in syrup and chocolate chips.

“YOUR ANNOYING!”

“YOU SNORE!”

Dick and Kori watch from the kitchen as Vic hands them plates too.

“Y/n there’s a new sale, would you like to join me after breakfast?” Kori beamed.

“Of course, besides Dick promised to take me to the bookstore next door.” Everyone turned their gaze to the one and only Flying Grayson with syrup now covering his face.

“What?” The girls snickered at Dick but soon the voices of the other two took back over.

“Get a room already!” Victor yelled, which caused them to start bickering with him and Dick covered his face while everyone else ate and watched.

[supersonicanimates]

SPOOKY LIAM INCIDENT AAAAAAA

HFJONE, we all know this series, but let me tell you, there's a secret being covered up by the show's writer, CheesyHFJ. I happen to be one of the only survivors, here is my insanely scary story!

OCTOBER 23, 2023

It all started when i was driving to my friend's house to watch TV. When i got there, my friend went to the kitchen to make popcorn. We had heard rumors of an HFJONE marathon playing on public TV for it's anniversary, as well as Cheesy HFJ selling new plushies of Liam. As my friend got back on the sofa with a bowl of popcorn, we turned on the TV and started watching. To our surprise, we caught the last of ONE 1 on air, we were quite excited, how could Cheesy HFJ himself pay to put this epic show on air???

We stayed up until about 12:03, when episode 3, Screwball was playing. I went to the bathroom because i had to go, and my friend continued watching. When i got out, i continued watching, we got to the scene where Liam is about to do a sick backflip, when suddenly the power shut off except the TV! It started flickering with static, and Liam seemed to grow an uncanny, spooky, HORRIFYING smile, and his eyes turned into pitch black holes, with small lights for pupils. He brutally murdered EVERYONE, EVEN AIRY WITH HYPEREALISTIC BLOOD (he teleported to airy's cave and bashed his head into the computer!). After that, I was so shocked i tried to turn off the T.V., but the remote was jammed, i tried the button on the TV, but when i reached to press it, Liam's glowing pupils looked directly at me, i was so terrified with fear that i ran back to the couch! Suddenly, evil static and symbols appeared on the screen with a BLOODCURDLING SCREAM, i covered my face with the popcorn bowl to not look at it, but my friend was too late..

After the loud noises stopped, i looked over at the TV, it seemed to be pitch black, as if it was never turned on at all, when i looked over at my friend, there was nothing but a liam plush. I started panicking and crying, until i heard muffled screaming from the liam plush, my friend got turned into a plush of that damn green backpack!

I grabbed him and called the police, but the phone lines were choked up with MILLIONS of calls about family and friends turning into liam plushies D:

Suddenly, i heard a knock on my friend's door, when i opened the door, i thought it was the police, but it was CHEESY. H. F. J. HIMSELF. He grabbed my friend from my hands and put him in a sack filled with a ton of other liam plushies, I tried to stop him, but he was too fast. When i checked my phone to find out what happened, all posts about it were erased. it seems cheesy hfj has deleted almost all traces of this incident, but let me warn you...

NEVER,

EVER,

GET A LIAM PLUSH!

THEY HAVE THE POOR SOULS OF PEOPLE WHO GOT TURNED INTO THOSE BECAUSE OF THIS EVIL BROADCAST!

THE. END.

-hfjonefan1865

(this is taken from an old post on a diff site)

[jiecomic]

Chapter 10- The Mirror Blade

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In the Monkie Kings cave

"One.."

"Two"

'...'

"Nineteen... Twenty..."

"Twenty one-

BOOM!

As soon as Jie heard MK hitting the ground she turned around to write down the score of his duel with Monkey King, it was a clear lose since Wukong won nine- no wait... ten times!

It was only a second before Monkey King landed on the ground in...less hurtful way than his student.

"Jie! How long this time?" He came excited to Jie knowing the good news he was about to hear

"Twenty one" answered Jie "A whole 3 seconds more than last time" her sarcastic smile didn't destroy Wukong's good mood

"Better! So much better!" He went to MK in order to praise him

At that moment Jie stopped looking at them. Instead she focused on the Mirror blade in it's scabbard laying on the rock next to her.

She took it and sat down on the floor. From the time she got it back she liked to feel it's weight in her hands, it was somehow relaxing. But she wasn't ready to open it, not yet...

"Now..."suddenly she noticed Wukong approaching her "Me and Jie will show you what the real focus is!"

Huh?

"I don't remember agreeing to that"she glanced at her master

" Don't be like that, it's... for educational purpose!" Wukong tried to make her agree

Sigh

"Ok"Jie stood up, but no one missed the fact that she still had Mirror blade in her hand

"WAIT!"suddenly MK stood between them "Is it what I think it is!? Finally I'm getting to see the epic; fox vs monkey, servant vs master, Jie vs Sun Wukong fight?!

Instead of answering Jie showed her battle-ready pose, after jumping back Wukong did the same.

MK took a seat and started filming (for Mei).

It took a while until Jie finally said- "Please... make your move first, master"

"Hah... very well" Monkey King smirked And jumped into the air

He made a few backflips in the sky and was getting his fist ready for an attack. Jie of course noticed it and was getting ready to block it, a red stripes showed on her face, her hand held the weapon tighter and her legs moved to make her pose more steady and when Wukong was about to attack she... moved aside?!

The way she made it so unexpectedly made Wukong so surprised he didn't get to react and fall flat on the ground.

For a while there was a silent for everyone to help them process what just happened, only now MK realised that the fight was over.

"Guys... I might have spaced out for a bit because I have no idea what's going on here" He said

"Same here buddy, same here..."Wukong muttered to him standing from the ground

As he was trying to get dust off of his clothes Jie muttered something

"...It's not answering.."

Hm?

"The mirror blade... It's not getting out!" She said while showing how she was trying to get the weapon out of the scabbard effortlessly

"Tsk... You know Jie.." Monkey King took the weapon from her "If you're really that scared then just addmi-

He stopped talking after he also failed to get it out

After that he was fighting with scabbard in many ways but still failed to even loosen it.

"Why isn't it working? Is it rusty? GASP! Maybe Iron Fan used some spell!"MK started talking some nonsense

"It's not that there is a problem with blade... It's because of me" Jie announced calmly while getting the weapon back in her hands "The mirror blade doesn't simply choose it's owner, it has rules..."

"Rules?" This time the one to ask was Wukong

" Yes... the user needs to follow three rules: energy control, peace of mind and the goal. Since many things happened to me all this time when the blade was out of my reach I failed to follow it's rules...

"But... you'll be able to use the blade again, right?" MK looked at her

"I... don't know"

"Master I need your help!" Jie announced as quickly as MK went back to work

" In what?" Wukong looked at her with confusion

"The reason why I can't use the mirror blade is because of your energy that I have as a result of our contact but because of how chaotic it is I can't control it at all!" She explained

"So... You want me to... teach you?

"I guess there's no other way-

"AWESOME!" He smiled " Now I have two students"

"...If that's how you prefer to call it" she muttered to him "So, what's your secret master?!"

Monkey King crossed his arms and thought for a while

"If I was to be honest... I have no idea!" He laughed

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!" Jie shouted but then realised that she shouldn't rise her voice at him "ahem... I mean, is there really no... rule, theory or... anything?

"Nope!-I'm just letting it go and do what it likes!"

"It sounds...awful" Jie didn't even hold back before saying that

"Well how about just trying to learn to use it?"

"I'll.. might give it a shot, I need to get a hold of it somehow, right?

"I can't use it!"

Jie came before Wukong after an hour all tired and exhausted.

"Yeah... looking at you I can guess it's not that easy, well it's my energy after all!"He admitted proudly

"Yeah and because of how chaotic and impulsive it is I can't control it at all!"

"I told you already" he came closer to her"Instead...-

FWIP!

"Let it control you!"

Jie was surprised as she merely avoided Wukong's fist aimed for her head, not long after that followed a kick.

She didn't get if her master was helping her, or getting revenge for before

"Wait!" She shouted before avoiding the next punch"What am I supposed to do?!"

"Stop thinking!" Monkey King explained, but didn't stop attacking her "stop analysing every move, give the control to your body not brain!"

"Then give me a chance"

"HAHAHAHA, nope!"

A next attack followed by a kick and his whip-like tail. Jie felt exhausted from avoiding them but knew accepting them won't end well either.

And at the end, when she was near her limit, the attack from before returned, Wukong was back in the air getting his fist ready, there was a chance for Jie to teleport quickly...

But then... something very strange happened

Jie took out the weapon, and with scabbard on she... blocked it!

It took a while until she realised what just happened, when she turned her gaze towards Wukong he just smiled proudly " That's how you fight in the monkie king style!"

Jie couldn't hold her smile as she noticed a golden symbol shining on the scabbard of the mirror blade.

"It actually worked!"

"Congratulations, you passed the first lesson, which leaves two" Monkie King praised her allowing himself to pat her head a little

" Yeah two..." Jie's mood started to drop down

"Hey, you know... I just ordered a few noodles to celebrate, mind keeping me a company?''

After a while a bright smile returned to the demoness face, she nodded her head and put the blade aside...

'Only two rules left...'

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[gingernut1314]

lemme read some of that siren song 👀

Of courseee!

This is the prequel some of you might have seen me say I am going to write for my Songbird series, so it's set before the events of its first part.

This is still very under development so please bear with me...🫣

Siren Song: (name changed to Songbird's Crescendo) Buggy x F!Reader Summary: It has only been a week since you were freed and your new captain manages to get you kidnapped once more...but you had not expected to step right into the middle of a circus.

It had been a week since you were rescued by Luffy, Zoro, and Nami. Just a week since escaping that cave full of precious gems that gleamed in the dim torchlight like the blood that had been spilled in its depth had crystallized into the walls. 

Just as week since Luffy had Gum-Gum Bazooka-ed and Zoro had cut through the guards chasing after you. A week since Luffy had allowed you onto his ship despite the warnings from Nami about taking you away from those who had owned your life. 

Just a week and you still didn’t believe you had escaped. You had convinced yourself this escape was a dream. That when you closed your eyes at night you would wake up the next morning back in the dusty cave, chained up and sleeping huddled in a corner with others chained with you. 

And in just a week's time of being with Luffy and his reluctant crew, you were being kidnapped all over again. Kidnapped, knocked out by red dust, and locked in a wooden box that had your vision narrowing and your heart beating painfully against your chest.

You could hardly hear Nami whisper shouting at Luffy as you struggled to breathe and find a way out of the box--no, prison you were in. Not as you began slamming yourself against the wood, which shook like it wasn’t held together very well. 

Funky music filled your ears and flashing, multicolored lights hit your eyes as the box was pulled apart around you. As a juggling man flew in front of you on a tricycle, men and women flipped and swung through the air, others doing elaborate cartwheels and backflips. There was flames and sword swallowing and a woman twisting herself into knots while trying to juggle red balls with her feet. 

A circus. You had been thrown into the middle of a very intricate, very flashy circus and you felt--at ease. Felt your breath even in your chest and your hands stopped shaking. 

That is, until you spotted the audience. An audience who cheered and clapped but also cried. An audience who was being forced to cheer and clap and sit there. An audience who was chained. 

All those breath-stealing and vision-blurring emotions sprung back to life with revenge. You made to rush for the audience--to free them, only for a strong arm to grab you. Zoro said something quick and sharp in your ear but you hardly heard him. You didn’t hear him. 

The performances came to a freezing, fear-filled halt as a man came storming out onto stage. A man all done up in glittery clown makeup and an outfit to match. And despite your panic, his danger-filled eyes snagged your attention. Eyes that were a pretty shade of blue-green. A shade that remembered you of bits of sea glass.

Sea glass your dad had given you. Your dad who had taken you, kicking and screaming, away from your mom. Your dad, the captain of your ship and the first to be killed by that wicked king's underlings. 

A damp cave, dim light, horrid pain, red gems, chains. 

You fought and slipped your way out of Zoro’s grip and sprinted at the clown. 

Was it a good idea to go for the figurehead of this circus? No. Definitely not.

Were you going to get yourself killed? Hell, yes. But you couldn’t think properly past the ringing in your ears. Not when you had set your sights on that clown as your target to channel all your anger into.

He looked very surprised, to say the least when he caught sight of you. So surprised you were actually able to get your hands on him and tackle the clown to the ground. His hat was knocked from his head as he landed back with a pained release of air.

You were quick to grab hold of his fur-lined beige coat and pull his face closer to your snarling face.

“Let them go.” You spat with every bit of venom you could muster up. The venom was halted by a funky, crackling laugh spilling from the clown's red-pained lips. 

“Sweetcheeks, if you wanted to get on top of me, all you had to do was give me a pretty please.”

@fanaticsnail (in case you were interested!!)

[wonderousmonarch]

Kamen Rider Wizard Thoughts 7

through the power of food and dragons we can save the day

Episode 18

- there's a new gay boy in town

- I'm more impressed that Kosuke can spin a mayonnaise bottle around like that

- the dubious sogman

- this phantom looks like corn on the cob

- I love these two.

- his driver needs to spell Lion because he'll forget it

- the day they convince Haruto to try a new donut is the day Haruto unlocks his final transformation

- bros name is NOT mayonnaise

- ooh backstory time

- I hate it when I'm doing archeology in collect and then the horrors happen

- "this ring... it looks so... collectiblr and marketable"

- he was one ruin over from the stone mask

- just let Nitou finish off the phantoms

- Wiseman is making more appearances outside of his little cave

- I feel like more people would notice if there was just a guy swimming through a river

- IS THAT JK FROM FOURZE

- Nitou is intimidated by evil woman

- uh oh she rizzed him up :(

- Rock Magic Stone??

- the twink who delivers rocks

- bro just wants to sketch

- soggy wizard. wizard who sings

- they really just looped the dramatic part of the song over and over again there

- BUFFA!!! LIKE FROM GEATS

- the boys are fighting. he was convinced by a pretty girl to kill

- at least he's giving them a chance to convince him again

Episode 19

- STOP FIGHTING!!!

- FALCO! "Personally, I prefer the air"

- mayonnaise wizard

- oh yeah. Koyomi and her piss rock

- bro is yapping to a painting

- :(

- oh he didn't know the phantoms kill people

- damn this "selfless vs selfish" shit is compelling. It feels strange to throw in a character with super selfish motivations into this cast of people who are doing things because it's the right thing to do, but I like how it changes things up. idk basically I'm in love with the inner conflict that Beast has to face

- uh oh. the sogman appears

- oooh Land Dragon time... cheese wizard

- hey it's that place from Ex-Aid where Gemn uses Hyper Muteki

- the soggy ghouls

- LETS GOOO BEAST

- "Ghouls, attack!" me too

- also I didn't comment on it earlier but "it's lunchtime" is so silly

- wait beast can also go into the underworld? I was gonna ask

- I mean it makes sense but like still

- oh this thing is icky

- Koyomi with the cheese ring delivery

- oh this is probably my favorite one

- "no turning back now" what do you mean by this you rock twink

- is Beast going to be able to eat a phantom inside of an underworld?

- GRAVITY?

- DAMN THE FUCKING BEAMS

- he's gonna throw a big rock at him

- the CLAWS

- goofy aah run cycle

- the letter 🥺

- oh? this isn't going to work is it

- oh bro

Episode 20

- damn episode 20 already

- the fucking typhoon has rolled in

- new rings :)

- the spell that gets you gussied up

- "when are you gonna use that" oh Koyomi. you're in a TV show dear, the opportunity will present itself

- the steroid spells

- hi wisemannn :) I like his design

- damn Phoenix just fucking boxed those guys

- bro is having one of those "conflicts" we hear so much about

- beast in the intro :0 that goes so hard

- Peppa pig ass house

- another musical monster. they should all get together and start a band

- I feel like everyone knows who this fucking wizard is they could totally track him down and like. pipe bomb the antique store

- Beelzebub??? yeah looks about right

- oh I love them

- bro got the drip ring

- "Violence isn't the only thing I know, it's just my favorite thing to do!" oh phoenix

- man let Shunpei dance

- oh Beelzebub is using her friends against her :(

- oh yeah and Rinko is tracking down Pheonix's old identity but Beelzebub's plan is more interesting

- OH MY GOD he's fucked up and evil

- I think Rinko is about to fucking die

- he's got a nice apartment for someone who died in an eclipse

- goddamn this is so fucked up

- he's going to "ask" him. politely convince him via gunpoint

- "Hold on Shiho, these backflips are important to defeating the Phantom"

- Strong Wizard....

- BEAST TIME

- Now we're thinking with Portals...

- GOOFY freeze frame

Episode 21

- Can't wait to see how Haruto fucks this one up

- bro said "wots all this then?"

- yeah I saw that one coming

- holy shit it's that other wizard

- killer queen act 3

- his says "NOW" while Haruto's says "PLEASE" like Haruto has to ask to tap into some power while this big wizard commands it

- oh yeah Rinko is fucked

- she doesn't know he's Phoenix lol

- I like Phoenix alot

- they brought Haruto to the fucking Cathedral of Shadows... they're gonna fuse him into a more powerful demon

- oh wait they have the dragon rings on pedestals. they might actually be fusing him in the cathedral of shadows

- bro's got cybermites

- "Warn him not to let me devour him" oh Haruto you are in for a bad time im sure of it

- they're eating donuts together :)

- where the fuck is Beelzebub's base. why does he have a fucking aquarium

- oh he's still in control....

- they NEED a different clip to show other than Phoenix just fucking screaming

- mmmhmmmhmm I don't trust him

Phoenix seems super sus rn

- oooh... dragon ring

- HE'S COUNTING IN GERMAN ON HIM

- fuck yeah Phoenix. RISE! RISE! WHERE IS YOUR ANGER!

- Haruto's flashbang technique

- oh boy haruto LOCK IN

- OH IT'S A GAUNTLET! THATS SICK AS FUCK

- IT MAKES CLONES???? THIS IS SO COOL

- the fuck force 4 has arrived

- wait this is just the Four Sword from Zelda

- holy shit four dudes one dragon

- the four different "fwee"

- man someone get Beast something to fucking eat. he hasn't been able to get a meal in so many days :(

- also Rinko is fucking dying. she may have made a mistake telling Phoenix to do whatever he wants

things are heating up and I don't mean because Phoenix is freaking out. very excited to see where this goes

[magicxc]

Hills and Valleys

Synopsis: Legend has it that Halloween is strictly for the scares. With ghouls and goblins, vampires and werewolves, witches and broomsticks, who could disagree?

However, all this friend group wanted was a little trick or treat. Sprinkle in a few party favors, loud music and a cabin in the woods, the myth was bound to come true.

Lurking around the corner is danger like never before, eager to bring this night to a bloody finish.

So join these friends as they fight to make it through a Hallween they’ll never forget.

Word Count: 2728

Warnings: realisation?

Chapter 5 - Lynnley’s POV

Series Masterlist

Stumbling through the blood my knees feel like they're about to give out. I have to physically swallow the vomit that creeps up, pushing through my discomfort for Steph.

Plunking down beside Lenny, I watch in horror the scene that meets me, screaming for answers he refuses to give.

“What the hell is going on Lenny, how did this happen?”

“I don’t fucking know Lynn, for goodness sake make yourself useful.”

“Both of you shut up,” Jason barks. “Dude tell me you got enough service to get us some hel- to get Steph some help.”

The quietness that bounces amidst the still air is deafening and my head starts spinning a mile a minute. There’s no way this is happening to us. Did the killer make their way inside the house? Did Lenny see who did this? But mostly importantly what do we do now?

Leaning over Steph, I beg her to tell me something, anything about how she got in this predicament.

“Stephanie, blink twice if you can hear me babe, please just hang in there for a little while longer. Can you do that for me? For us?” I pleaded. “You know you were always the resilient one of the group, can you please stay strong for a few more minutes? STEPHANIE, we need you,” I sobbed. “Just this once can you do what I ask? Do you always have to be this stubborn?

I so badly want to shake her awake. The slow fluttering of her eyelashes and the small smile that curves at the corner at her lips makes me want to slap her silly.

“Steph, don’t smile like that,” I begged. “Because you know as well as I do that you’re gonna make it out of here. You have to!”

Snot trickles down my nose as the tears race to my cheeks. I can't help the wail that escapes me as I watch Lenny’s hold tighten and his slow rock quicken.

Looking at Steph I notice that her skin seems paler and her eyes are sunken. Her lips are a cold tint of blue while the last bit of blood gradually oozes from the deep gash in her neck. And the smell - its pungency so heavy in the air that I dry heave uncontrollably. It’s an iron metallic type scent, much like if you were to sniff a paperclip. But however simple, I fear it's a scent forever etched into my brain, pulling me back to this exact horrific moment should I ever smell it again.

Eyes tightly squeezed shut, it does nothing against the onslaught of tears, the lump in my throat borderline painful as it swells in discomfort.

Hands clutching my chest, they do very little to ease the thumping of my heart. It feels like my body is caving in on itself, crushed by the literal weight of gravity and this fucked up night. Breathing seems all too distant and my attempts feel pointless. The only thing my body can manage is a desperate scream that tears through my throat once more.

I feel the room start to spin and clutch the bathroom sink for support to high tail it out of there. Bloody prints are the stamp I leave behind, stomach churning at what looks like a crime scene. Eyeing my knees, they’re drenched in the red liquid and I want so badly to crawl out of my skin. A glance into the mirror makes my belly do a backflip - splattered spots of blood lining my face, hair disheveled and damp and limbs that wont stop trembling; much like an addict waiting for their next fix.

Staggering into the hallway, Jason scoops me in his arms where I let out the last bit of tears my body has to offer. Hands firmly wrapped around my waist, he gently sways us, softly whispering words I can't comprehend.

After some time where all my body has to give is light hiccups and a throbbing headache I pull away, muddled and dazed.

Scanning the room I see that Em’s still boxed into the corner of the wall, Steph’s still cradled in Lenny’s arms, and Jason looks as if he’s seen ten ghosts. This night has gone on long enough and it’s about time we get some answers and get the hell out of here.

“Lorenzo, for the love of chips what happened here?”

“Your guess is as good as mine Lynn, take a good fucking look around and stop being stupid for once in your life,” he answered. “I swear you ask the dumbest questions.”

“C’mon Lenny,” Em pipes up. “It’s no need to get nasty, I'm sure you can understand we’re all a bit frazzled here.”

“Well go frazzle us a way outta here cause all you’ve done so far is lost your shit.”

“Guys, I can’t be expected to be the voice of reason the ENTIRE night, please get a grip all of you,” Jason sighs.

“Just who the fuck do you think you are?” I fumed. “You think just because you had us look into a bunch of rooms, you’re the most level headed?”

Pacing the hallways, I open and slam shut every door in my path; screaming out obscenities and frustrations alike. Stomping my heart out, I barge into the coat room and fling about hangers, clothes, and whatever else found itself into my clutches.

“Oh looky here Mr. Seargant sir, I found all these goodies for ya, do yous think yous could help us out the house now?” I mocked.

“Lynn-“

“Six years in service and all you’ve accomplished is learning how to get maced in the face. Maybe if I put a gun in your hand that’d speed things along huh?

“I know even you aren’t THAT dense,” he snarled.

“Yo, chill!” Em shouts.

“And what if I am? Tell me just what the fuck you plan to do about it,” I egg on.

“Bodies of our friends are littered around the property,” Lenny sniffled. “How on earth do you guys find it in you to be angry?”

“HOW ARE YOU NOT? Someone is actively slaughtering us and that doesn’t piss you off even a little?” Emery barks.

“It scares me.”

“Well what scares me even more is that you haven’t said jack shit about what happened here,” she retorts.

“What do you all want me to say? I found Steph this way! The real question is where were all of YOU when this happened?”

“You guys are hopeless, good fucking luck,” Jason spits over his shoulder as he tramples his way to the front of the house.

“Your choice in men never ceases to amaze me,” Em snides.

“Fuck the both of you.”

Gently laying Steph down, Lenny places a soft kiss to her forehead and exits the bathroom, making sure to close the door behind him.

“Guys, who else is in this house besides us?” Lenny questioned. “I mean did y’all hear or see anything that looks like someone may have broken in?”

“Not that I heard off, I was too busy rummaging. But if someone did find their way in the house, they would have had to make their way past Lynn or Jason.”

“I think I would’ve noticed if someone barged through the front door since my face has been glued to the damn deadlock.”

And they say I ask the stupidest questions, pfft. Albeit school wasn’t my strong suit but I could definitely put two and two together. And by the sound of it, it seems like they think the killer is-

Ohhhhh my gosh. Eyes bulging out the sockets, I drag my hands down my face, surely smudging whatever makeup is left of it.Turning to the both of them I breathlessly try to deduce the situation at hand but all that comes out is stuttering blabber; their encouraging head nods urging me to continue, but to no avail. Stopping entirely and back now stiffened, I blew out a few deep breaths, making sure to inhale slowly to really gather my thoughts as insane as they sound.

“Lenny, are you seriously suggesting that the killer stayed behind after the party and is hiding in the house with us?”

“Lynn,” Em groaned. “I think what he’s saying is that one of US is the killer.”

“What-“

“LYNN, think about it,” he whisper shouted. “This is a two bedroom, two story townhouse with no attic or basement. With the five of us searching the rooms and no one breaking inside the unit, that doesn’t really leave enough space to hide now does it?”

“Go on,” I urged.

“Soooo, whoever got to Steph must’ve slipped away from their post while we were all distracted,” Em finished.

“Well it wasn’t me,” I blurted.

Could it really be? Is it possible that one of us is behind this? No, not even! I refuse to consider that. I’ll tear this place apart until I find that son of a bitch. I don't know where or how but I bet they’re burrowed into some cowardice hiding spot like the pussy they are.

Heat pooling in my face and hands squeezed into fists, I ready myself to march in the direction of the rooms, eager to strip it piece by piece, only to be pulled back by Lenny with a firm grip on my forearm.

“No one’s back there,” he reminded. “I think the best thing we can do right about now is wait it out. My parents will be here first thing tomorrow morning, key in hand.”

“Yeah I’m with Lenny, enough of this splitting up shit. Speaking of splitting, where’s your sketchy boy toy?”

“I’m real close to punching you in the face right about now.”

“Enough both of you, let's go,” Lenny growled, dragging us into the foyer.

We meet Jason there who’s at this point trying to pick the lock himself, his hands jittery as opposed to the steady ones I’ve come to know and feel - he’s clearly unnerved. I mean, who wouldn’t be in this situation? And Lenny seriously thinks the killer is one of us? For goodness sake we’ve been trying to tear down this door since forever now. Would the killer really look for a way out of here?

We get Jasons attention and go over the plan, which is about the only solid thing going for us right now. The idea is that one of us has done the deed, when really I think we should give the house another run through. If the person responsible for all of this truly stands in this room then if they try something, we can all attack at once. I’m no super soldier but even I can admit that three on one are pretty good odds. And since Lenny’s parents are set to come here first thing in the morning for one final walk through of the house, we can call the police and let them finish the job.

“So we’re all supposed to be sitting ducks for the killer?” Jason fumed. “Reallll solid Lenny, lets just all gather around and make it easy for em huh?”

“And what about peeing? Are we all expected to go to the bathroom together?” Em questioned.

“Who could stomach such a scene,” I muttered. “I think I’d be better off pissing myself.”

“All this rides on the fact that the killer is working alone anyway am I right? Suddenly two on two doesn’t seem like such a slam dunk after all huh?”

“Just a minute ago we could barely keep our eyes open, are we really expected to sit here fully awake for a few more hours?”

ARE YOU TELLING ME YOU’RE GENUINELY ABLE TO CLOSE YOUR EYES AT A TIME LIKE THIS?”

“All I’m saying is that we should take turns keeping watch.”

“And what happens when it's the killer's turn? Fucking dumbass.”

Firmly rubbing my fingers into my temple it does very little to ease the ache, their constant arguing hurling me closer toward the edge. Albeit, those were all good questions asked, but silly me for thinking that this would be smooth sailing.

Chuckling to myself, I slap my hand over my mouth before it turns into full fledged laughter. Smooth sailing? What the heck am I even talking about. I’m basically living with Em because she thinks she “cheated death.” We’ve found Julez belly up in the lake. Steph is bleeding out on the bathroom floor. Lenny is the closest thing we have to a responsible adult right now. And I’m pretty sure my relationship with Jason is just about finished after tonight. Not to mention all of this has happened in the span of a few hours. Doubling over, tears stream down my face in tandem - ohh boy, nothing about tonight, shit the rest of my life really will be smooth sailing moving forward.

Eventually their bickering dies down and each person settles into their respective corner of the front room. A stare down ensues, with tension thick enough for me to reach out and grab it. Nothing in my life could have prepared me for the day I’d have to look my friends in the face and wonder if they were capable of committing such crimes.

Some time later, Jason breaks the deafening silence, interrogating Lenny on exactly what he was doing before he found Steph, accusations heavy in the question.

“Jason this is what we’re not gonna do,” Em lectured. “Let's just focus on staying alive long enough to get out of this house before we start throwing suspicions on each other.”

“The fact of the matter is he and Julez weren’t exactly on the best of terms and from what sugars told me, he couldn’t quite finagle his way into Stephs heart the same way he could her pants.”

“Dude! I swear I love your inquisitive nature but NOT at a time like this,” I pleaded.

“All I’m saying is everyone who's had an issue with Lorenzo has somehow ended up dead tonight so I suggest we all stay on his good side.”

“Bro, I'm not even gonna argue with you. Just know, once we get outside that’s your ass.”

“What’s with the scrutiny all of a sudden?” Em challenged. “You know I could say the same for you Jason, the same for all of us really; cause where was anyone when our friends were fighting for their lives?” she sniffled. “All we have to do is sit here til sunrise and we can’t even do that.”

As awkward as it was, I actually prefer the quiet. If it means that a screaming match breaks out every time someone speaks, then I’m happy just sitting here.

But then again, left with nothing but my thoughts scares me even more. I haven't heard so much as a floorboard creak since we’ve been down here. Could it really be that no one else is in this house and one of us is truly guilty? I can’t imagine sitting here til sunrise with thoughts like that bouncing around my cranium. I need answers and I need them now.

“So, you’re telling me that you guys actually did that to people. Isn’t that like, illegal?”

“Only if someone were to find out,” he answered. “Besides they were bad guys.”

“Yes but Jason, that’s literally inhumane, how could you even stomach that?”

“When you have people that you care about and motherfuckers who threaten their safety and that of the country, suddenly your tolerance level drops a whole lot lower.”

“I see,” I faltered. “Did it at least help? Did you all ever get the answers that you needed?”

“Most times.”

“Most times?”

“Hey, it worked about 90% of the time and last I checked, that’s still an A.”

“Sure but even today I’m sure there are more tactical ways to get people talking, that’s just pure torture,” I cried.

“That’s the point sugar, it’s a form of torture, used as an interrogation technique. And it’s because of people like me, that you can sleep soundly at night.”

Though I understood where Jason stood on the matter, I never agreed to the ways they got people talking; until now. Eyes darting around the room, suddenly waterboarding seemed plausible.

It’s not a matter of threatening safety because that line has been crossed, now is a matter of surviving; and I’ll be damned if I don't.

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i had the most bonkers dream i think i went to venus to see an eclipse while like doing backflips with some other person as a gravitational assist and i was like "oh no, nobody on earth is going to see this. but they will see me seeing it i guess" (venus does not have a moon, the surface is so inhospitable it's an unsolved engineering challenge to design a probe that can survive it, gravity is not low enough to do the kind of backflips i was doing venus has 91% of earth's, if venus had eclipses they would obviously not be visible to the naked eye from earth as i apparently thought in the dream, and amazingly enough none of this was sufficient to make me question the dream logic which only continued to get weirder, nor did i realize that doing gravitational assist backflips is like some kind of metaphor for imitating the eclipse. except i was doing it for some kind of serious mission-critical reason. do not recall what the mission was)

and so then naturally i was back in my house (i do not own a house. i think it was loosely the house my grandma and my aunt lived in ages ago) which had like unmapped cave structures downstairs and of course i had partially outfitted the caves with like fairy lights and shit and built out little cupboards in alcoves and stuff but no one knew them as well as me, which was convenient because i was apparently trying to hide in them to escape responsibility for committing a murder (? i'm not sure that's why i was hiding really but i was definitely avoiding responsibility for some kind of serious crime and i think i considered pretending to be dead at one point because then obviously i would have to be one of the victims and not the murderer or other unspecified perpetrator)

i never got to figure out whether that would have worked because somebody. drove up. to the caves. while i was hiding. which were now partially outdoors when they definitely had not been before. in a minivan. like up to the front yard of the house which was now my childhood house (it's always a fucking minivan every time somebody does some stupid shit on the road it's always a minivan) and they yelled out the passenger side window like "either i shoot you. or you eat this baby." and i was like "um. no? i'm obviously not doing that" and i started to run around the side of the house because i figured their aim probably wasn't good enough to hit me and who even cares about getting shot anyway it's not like it's even guaranteed to kill you and a bunch of people piled out of the minivan like a clown car and started running around the other side of the house to intercept me, but i saw them doing this, and they did not see me stop and see them, so i was like "oh okay so they are not going to be difficult to outsmart at all then" and just when i started to run back the other way i woke up. anyway i think this happened because i watched cooties (2014) last night which was honestly pretty good

[fountainpenguin]

"How do you know which memories to save? Like the very last footprint that Orpheus made?"

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New Dog's Life chapter today!

Chapter 6 - “Charred (Lizzie)”

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Down in the lush cave, the Spelunkers - Lizzie, Mumbo, and Martyn - have a catastrophic run-in with Cleo and Jimmy... but not nearly as catastrophic as what happened to Joel last chapter. After play time is over, Scott entrusts Lizzie with something she's never held before... her husband's player file. Her mission? Bring it to Etho's apartment so he can start patching the damage in Joel's code.

Ft. fun dialogue such as:

“TIME OUT! I haven’t put my crocs in speed mode!”

“I literally eat people.”

“I miss… ostriches.”

(First 1,000 words under the cut)

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LDShadowLady - Zombie

Quarry: SolidarityGaming

Hunter: Unknown

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The Life series is a stage, the creeper on the cave ledge below is an audience member, and Martyn InTheLittleWood is a theatrical man. Lizzie knows that, Mumbo knows that, and maybe that's why they both lunge forward to grab him by the arms before he can fling himself off a cliff. The last mob he killed was a skeleton, so touching him feels like touching a bundle of branches in a shroud. He shakes them both off anyway, protesting and promising not to do anything stupid. Martyn's idea of something stupid, Lizzie very quickly discovers after that, has far narrower parameters than she would have guessed.

"Lizzie! Lizzie, Mumbo. Watch this."

"Oh dear," Mumbo says weakly, rubbing behind his neck. Lizzie grimaces, holding one hand to the sword at her hip. She probably makes a goofy sight - her navy blue schoolgirl uniform, her tangled pink hair stuck with moss and gravel, her iron armor, diamond sword, the zombie traits that have left her with greenish flesh - but hey… she's here to win a war, not a photo op. Although it would be fun to bring a sword to one of those…

The ledge they're standing on opens into a larger cave, which is spotted with glowberries, distant lava flows, and the shiny violet eyes of endermen. Spiders too, their eyes bright and red. The cave's walking paths curl around the right-hand side, leaving an enormous drop to the left. With her current zombie orientation, Lizzie can see perfectly well a hundred blocks out, and there are… a lot more more mobs than the three of them can take on all at once. "Someone's already come this way," she murmurs to the others. "They've loaded the chunks and spawned everything… They might even still be here."

Martyn ignores her and lines himself up - backwards - against the edge of the drop. He grips a bucket of water in his hand. "Let me see, let me see… There we are. All right: watch this and prepare to be astounded."

"Uh," says Mumbo, reaching out his arm. His soot-stained fingers grasp the end of Martyn's sleeve. He tugs him back. "I'm not sure what I'm looking at here, dude, but I don't think it's a very good idea."

Martyn slaps the hand off anyway, his bones clattering beneath his armor. "Nah, nah; I've been practicing at home. I'm getting some sick footage out of this. Watch me, watch me." Martyn backs up again. Mumbo lets him, though Lizzie can tell from his wincing shoulders that he's still expecting the second death of the season to pop up in the chat any second now. Third, maybe, if you want to be technical, and Lizzie doesn't; it'll be all the more funny to tease her husband that canonically, he died before Jimmy in this round of the games.

Martyn bends his knees a few times, testing. Cautious inhale. Smooth exhale. Then he throws himself backwards off the drop. He backflips, dumps his water bucket, and sticks the landing. Perfect MLG clutch. Half the water's on the cave floor; half comes splashing down on top of him. He throws out his arms, embracing the rain. Lizzie and Mumbo break into golf claps.

"Nice, mate!"

"Oh, come on… You can cheer harder than that! Same team, guys. Same team."

"Creeper, creeper!" Lizzie calls, pointing behind him. Martyn's eyes bulge. He ducks away, searching his inventory for a torch. He doesn't have boots yet and his shoes keep skidding on wet stone. He starts swinging at the creeper, shouting "Avast!" and "Get back, dynamite swine!" until she and Mumbo jump down with weapons in hand. The creeper butts Martyn with its head and knocks him into the water so hard, it disconnects his skeletal forearm. Mumbo ducks sideways, looking for an opening. No dice. Lizzie gives the creeper a hearty swing and accidentally sends it flying off the edge of the next cliff. It falls for a solid second before she hears it thump somewhere below. Its claws scratch as it picks itself up and scurries away into the darkness. Lizzie spits out a bit of hair. Ah, well. Maybe it's better to stay a zombie anyway. She's liking the night vision… and exploding sounds like it might hurt.

She turns away from the drop to find Mumbo pulling Martyn back to his feet. He's soaked and wincing, but doesn't look like he's in too much pain, all things considered. "No hearts lost," he says when he sees Lizzie looking. His disconnected arm bones start finger-crawling away across the floor. "Uh-oh," Martyn mumbles, and tries to kick it with his foot. It scuttles sideways. "Stop, mate… If you make any rude gestures, you're gonna get me fired. At least try to pretend we're PG."

"Huh," says Lizzie, watching the arm crawl closer. Skeletons poof away after you defeat them in battle, apart from the bones they drop on occasion (which you can use to tame greedy wolves). She doesn't normally take the time to study them. If you'd asked her to guess what the skeletal structure of a forearm looked like… she certainly wouldn't have said "actually two separate bones that lie next to each other."

Weird.

The three of them watch in silence for a couple seconds until Lizzie bends down and grabs Martyn's hand by the wrist. The upper part of the arm is fritzing with loose pixels. Lizzie passes it to Mumbo, who holds it near Martyn's elbow until the connector points swirl together again. There we are. Martyn pinches his tongue between his lips, testing the way his arm bends a few times, then gives Mumbo two thumbs up.

"Aw, beauty… We're good. Thanks, guys. Real lifesavers. See Mumbo, this is why I married you."

Lizzie blinks. Mumbo, who's taken Martyn's bucket to scoop the water sloshing at their feet, swings around. Her surprise must show on her face, because his instantly glitches out. He catches himself quickly, but not before she registers that sign of embarrassment.

"It wasn't like that," Mumbo cuts in, covering his face with one hand. He shakes the other Lizzie's way, palm outstretched. "It was… It was back in Last Life. Martyn was just ready to transfer me a life!"

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