#because her friends have new friends

[zany-brainy]

Lilith knew she shouldn't be as offended as she was. Of course Beatrice and Ava would start a regular game night with their local friends.

With serious demonic threats growing increasingly infrequent and Jillian aiding the OCS in being ready for the threats that did exist, few situations required the presence of the Warrior Nun.

Beatrice and Ava had fallen into a disgustingly domestic lifestyle. Beatrice was going to university and Ava was studying for her school equivalencies. They worked at a local bar together, where Beatrice had once again become management in record time. They attended art classes at a local studio. They were saving money to buy Ava a Vespa and planning to visit Australia and New Zealand in the summer.

They were such an idyllic and utterly insufferable couple.

Lilith would have been foolish to think their little unit would always remain close. She'd have to be an idiot to think she'd remain one of their few friends when Beatrice and Ava deserved to thrive for all they'd been through.

So Lilith resolves to not be angry. It's the next phase of their lives. Lives she had a heavy hand in making more difficult. They'll still talk when situations call for their aid in missions and the pair make it a point to regularly visit the Cat's Cradle when they can.

"Did it never occur to you that you have a standing invitation to Game Night?" Beatrice tells her over a video call, looking as disappointed as Lilith had seen her since her days of doing Adriel's bidding. Of course it hadn't occurred to her for even a moment.

"We didn't think we had to plan too far ahead with you since you kind of love bamf'ing around everywhere in the blink of an eye. We'll make sure to call your manager to book an appointment in two weeks." Ava joins in on the call with a giant bowl of popcorn and the world's most annoying grin.

"Why would I want to hang out with you and your friends?" Lilith fires back, partly out of habit and partly to give her brain some time to realize that she's wanted as part of their silly little game night with their painfully average friends. It made her nervous. It made her heart beat faster. It made her face flush. She was wanted at their stupid little game night.

"Because you love winning and and hate our friend Ramon. His hair is yellow and purple now." Beatrice says, easily baiting her with two things she loves, winning and the chance to humiliate someone she detests. He really needs to choose a hair color and stop vaping so much.

"Plus there's Clue. You love Clue. We won't be playing Monopoly because no one wants bloodshed tonight" She hears Camila say as Beatrice turns the phone so she can wave hello. In the background she can see that Mary and Yasmine are there as well. Along with some of Beatrice's classmates, Mary has setup the day's running game of Catan and Yasmine seems lost already.

"Fine, let me change. I'll be there shortly. I'll bring wine. Good wine, not...whatever Ava found on sale." She says before disconnecting the call. She's invited to game night. She has a standing invitation. There are people who still want her around.

She won't cry over something so frivolous. It's just a game night. With the people she might consider family and some of Ava and Beatrice's annoying friends. She's going to pop into her parent's wine cellar and pick something not too expensive, maybe something from the 80s and then she's going to that little apartment in Switzerland and she's going to destroy Ramon.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

No time to play. You are being sent away.

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[bet-on-me-13]

Steph's Year of Recovery

So! Danny noticed that a new face had made it's way into town. Two new faces actually, an older lady known as Dr Leslie, and a girl about his age called Steph.

He first met them when he was at the hospital for one of his parents. They had stood too close to an explosion again, and he met them while he was in the waiting Area.

Dr Leslie was a strict but obviously caring older woman, who seemed to be the one taking care of Steph as a kind of maternal figure, or maybe more like an Aunt. She greeted him simply and then walked away to talk with the Secretary, leaving him to talk to Steph.

Steph was a blond girl in a Wheelchair, and he could see bandages piking out of her clothes as he talked to her. She explained that she had been in an Accident a few weeks ago that left her wheelchair bound for a while, and that she had come to Amity for their surprisingly good Medical Centers.

He and Steph got along really well, and by the end of it he asked her for her Number so they could continue talking later. They stayed in touch, and when she was finally permitted to leave the Hospital, he introduced her to his friends. They all got along like a House on Fire, both figuratively and in one memorable case very literally (Vlad had pissed them off okay!)

Eventually Steph recovered enough that she moved from a Wheelchair to Crutches, and their shenanigans got even more chaotic (Vlad hadn't even pissed them off, this time was just for fun)

The only thing Danny could complain about was the fact that Steph was hiding something from them.

She said that she had been in an Accident a while ago, which was why they had come to Amity in the first place. But Danny knew it was more than that.

He could sense lingering traces of Death coming from her after all.

...

Steph honestly loved her current life.

Sure she had lost everything, her home, her health, her friends, her life, but she had gained new things too! Like Danny and the Gang! They were honestly some of the best friends she had ever had, and for some reason they just clicked with her instantly.

Danny was interesting and funny, Sam was vegan and a badass, Tucker was smart and witty, they all fit with her personality perfectly! It almost felt like she bad been friends with them for years. (She ignored the way her heart skipped a beat when she saw them)

But she still couldn't shake the sense that they were hiding something from her.

She knew it had something to do with the Ghost Problem in the town. And wasn't that a kicker, there was a whole Supernatural Ghost Outbreak in this Town and nobody knew about it. Dr Leslie had said that Amity was off the map enough to hide from Bruce, but she hadn't mentioned it was hidden from the Justice League itself!

Danny, Sam, and Tucker definitely knew more about it than they let on however. Whenever a Ghost Attack would happen, at least one of them would rush off with some practiced excuse and return after the Ghost Attack was over all dirty. She could guess what was going on, and she really didn't like it.

(This had killed her, she had died doing what they were doing, she didn't want to lose them)

Eventually she had to confront them, coincidentally on the same day they decided to confront her.

"Are you Vigilantes?" / "Did you die?"

"..."

"What?" / "What?"

[aquanutart]

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

Hello may 31th anon! Look at that, another year behind us and a new one to come. Have a nice day! ₍՞◌′ᵕ‵ू◌₎♡

[starry-bi-sky]

Love and hate can sometimes cross wires - DPXDC Ficlet

She props her up against the far wall, and kneels before her, fingers deceptively gentle against her cheek. Danyal is cold and trembling, her once bronze skin now dull. She meets her other half— self— sister— mother— predecessor’s eyes, and they are still wet. But now they are sharp, focused on Her face.

Danyal takes a shuddering breath, one that wracks itself down her spine. One that She can feel sinking into her — their? — shared soul. “You’re going to kill me.” She says, matter of fact, something like grief choking in her voice, making it shake.

She blinks at Her mother—sister—friend— predecessor, a feeling She knows is horror but thinks is hatred filling up Her lungs. Her cool palm trails kind down to her throat, Her talon fingers wrapping around the fragile skin. With very little effort, She could break her little neck. “Yes.” She murmurs, a sound only the two of them can hear. “I am.“

Her mother-sister-other half— predecessor shudders again, and yet makes no sound. Simply goes limp with acceptance in her arms. She doesn’t bother to even fight; she looks tired. Make it quick, it’s like she says.

I will. She promises, running the gentle padding of Her thumb along her jugular. It’s the only mercy She thinks She’ll ever give. But first…

“Give me a name?”

(Mother— sister— mine—) Danyal stares at Her, confusion parting her slowly paling lips. There’s silence between the two, thickening the air like the rise of an oncoming storm. Hurt and rage begins to toil beneath Her skin. Was the thought of naming Her so abhorrent, that she’d rather not say a thing at all? Her name is nothing?

Before She can take Her anger out, Danyal breathes in sharp. The sound is painful, jarring like jags of broken glass. She raises a hand, her palm — rough and calloused, proof of her fourteen years of life, of hardship — finds Her cheek too. It’s almost loving, the way Danyal swipes her thumb across Her skin, her clammy fingers tucking a strand of hair behind Her ear.

An emotion sweeps across her, boiling and toiling, burning hot and consuming her whole. Thick, bubbling in her throat, curling behind her teeth and under her tongue and tinging her peripherals with spots. An overwhelming emotion.

It must be hatred, she thinks. What other feeling can encompass one so much?

When Danyal breathes out, so with it comes a name; “Layal.”

Danyal always did love the nights.

(If you ask the Mother of Monsters why she killed Danyal al Ghul, she’ll tell you it was because she loved hated her.)

[magicpiano]

I am thinking of a DCXDP AU where the justice league has some big problem with necromancy or death magic or something and they summon the ghost king for help.

Even though Danny's universe and theirs are different, they are connected through death so, Danny is summoned to an alternate universe where other heroes exist and being a ghost isn't that big of a deal. This kind of sounds like a dream to him because things back home have gotten Bad. The GIW has become enough of a problem that neither Danny, nor any of his friends who are ecto contaminated, are safe anymore.

So when the justice league asks the ghost king what he wants in exchange for his help he says, "asylum in this universe for some friends of mine."

This is how Danny, Jazz, Dani, Sam, Tucker (and maybe Val?) all end up living in a very weird, but also shockingly accepting, alternate universe.

[sieglinde-freud]

let it be known that i love prince inigo with my whole soul. however sometimes it is SO much fun to think about owain and his two most loyal-est knights you ever seen: worst guy in the world #1 and worst guy in the world #2. i love retainer inigo and severa so much. retainers who bully you and make fun of you and trash on you but they’d leave behind everyone and everything they ever knew to follow you and protect you in a whole new universe. they love you so much that they’d swear allegiance to total strangers but that loyalty pales in comparison to what they’d do for you. and they were all lovers!!!!!!!

[quietwingsinthesky]

i really do think the desire to paint ten as unambiguously The Worst™️ when it comes to his relationship with martha is out of this desire to uncomplicate their relationship. to decouple them as friends and people who profoundly impacted each other’s lives. it’s just an easier narrative to swallow: that ten was Awful to her and then martha kicked him to the curb when she realized she was too good for him. easier, maybe, then dealing with the troubles of unrequited affection don’t have to be anyone’s fault, or that ten shut martha out in a lot of ways but let her in in others that he wouldn’t let any other companion near, or that they were still friends, they still wanted to see each other and be around each other, even though it was messy and sometimes hurt. you know?

[backpackingspace]

I am once again thinking about how odysseus who witnessed the horrors that the captured women went through (one of his main duties in the iliad was taking the women back home and making sure they were as comfortable as possible and safe because he was the only one trusted not to violate them further due to his devotion to penelope. And in the odyssey part of the reason circe sent him to the underworld was so that he'd have to listen to all these women's stories (before he could talk to the prophet) ). Who was one of the few that saw women as people and respected their space and opinions. And was then put in those exact same situations. I don't have the motivation right now to do a full literary analysis of this (I'll site the sources too) but oh man one day I'm going to write a full essay on this.

[beeduoo]

wonderful

[ahollowgrave]

pinching her cheeks

[happyk44]

Jason who immediately loses respect for people who don't own up to their mistakes vs Annabeth who would rather die than admit she made a mistake

[thebearme]

Each art is based off a different theories for the future of Cassie and the story.

[abirddogmoment]

Rory has been trending a little bun-obsessed lately, probably because we have lots of bunnies in our condo complex and she has to practice a lot of impulse control as she can't chase or really fixate on them, so I've been looking for ways to help her fulfill her bunny-murder urges safely.

Unfortunately we don't have a ton of areas I comfortable coursing her (letting her chase buns until she can't see them or catches them) because our bunnies are mostly urban animals BUT I was at the bougie pet store for unrelated reasons and they had dried rabbit feets which gave me an idea!

I bought a few and got some paper bags and put Rory in another room while I hid them around the apartment to sniff out, destroy, and eat. I figured it would satisfy some of her murder urges, even if it's not the whole predation sequence.

She was pretty happy about it! I'll try to add this to our rotation of enrichment activities and maybe get a few rabbit feet to chuck at her outdoors sometimes. Hopefully it'll help vent those bunny frustrations so they don't build up and hurt my good dog behaviours.

[autisticaradiamegido]

thoughts on dave and aradia (<>)?

day 356

BIG fan tbh. in this house we love and respect timerails

truly yall read this log and tell me theyre not cute