#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.

[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?"

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

No time to play. You are being sent away.

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[justhereforfandomandfriends]

Do you ever just think about how Sansa told Margaery the truth about Joffrey. The courage that took. The kindness that took.

[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.)

[beeduoo]

wonderful

[ahollowgrave]

pinching her cheeks

[thebearme]

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

[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

[swanoel-art]

oh benefactor~

[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

[kabutoden]

i love it when people introduce their coolass adult trolls like yes. this is slayer martin the cruel. five sweeps ago he killed his way through his enemies and earned the title of worlds best assassin. hes the most competent warrior with swordkind in all of alternia and he had to duel his matesprite to the death when he was 7 sweeps old so hes rejected love and compassion from his dictionary literally and its like so cool bc it’s like. wow. i love slayer martin hes just like a real cool adult troll he’s so badass and epic and his themes and story is so complex i love it!!! but when i make homestuck ocs its like:

this is my babydoll cringe mcpeeper she’s 6 sweeps and her talent is screaming. really into defying the system these days. yes thats an ankle monitor. she shaved half her head a sweep ago. her mommy does not love her

[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?

[blue-eli]

Skuld in quantum design :)