#blackout au

[forthedancingandthethriving]

Blackout AU

Aka, Jayin nabs the CCC Avatars just a week after Irene's activation and takes some liberties upon finding out, via the Firewall Quartet, there's somewhat of a society in her computer. Also, Effi got a little bit into Cult Of The Lamb.

Jayin strips the Avatars of their individuality in the copies she yanked, stripping them of every defining feature aside from the red that used to bring them together.

Tulip -> The Machinist or just Machinist. Becomes very cruel and sadistic following her memory repression, often taking people who dare speak up against their 'creator' and testing them for her machines. Sometimes, she has nightmares of 'false memories'. (These memories are her real ones). Chroma looks over her.

Nimbus -> The Conductor or Conductor. (I am aware that it's an 'e' in there, but it is 2:40 AM, leave me be.) She becomes very blunt and indifferent, she couldn't care less about anything else. All that matters is keeping her 'creator's' name pure. She often handles 'reeducating' people worth being 'reeducated'. She's watched over by Comedy.

Irene - The Dreamer or Dreamer. She is the only one slightly aware that something is amiss. Her memory repression didn't go quite right, as her divine abilities messed with it. Cosmos often has to step in to repress these thoughts or suspicions, but they always come back. Tragedy watches over her.

Juliano -> The Ringmaster or Ringmaster. He is barely functional. He spends his nights and days just pacing. He thinks the hole in his heart is his missing family. He can't figure out why he feels this way. He locks himself away, and Blaze often watches over him.

Cosmos -> The Voice. The Avatars being yanked in sped up her awakening process. She was immediately thrust into watching over this terrible world Jayin made and had no say in making sure the Avatars didn't remember anything. She wants this to end.

The SMGs are currently being kept as power sources/test subjects. The Admins of each game (except Juliano's, since he has none) were all booted to the Adminspace when this happened. Fun times!

[boyakishantriage]

Based off this.

@artale07

Start of my new writing chapter. Sneak peak of the future bit.

She lit her cigar. Laughing at the childish young man.

"It ain't gonna be easy little man. You really love her?"

Leaning against her chair, the man's hands wringing as he gave his response.

She leaned even further back. Dropping her feet on the table as she sighed.

"It's been five years. Assuming she even holds the same. Heh, sure. Vacay permitted."

"... that's it?"

"uh, uh uh. Before you go propose to your girlfriend. Sorry. Best friend you've kissed and admited feelings to repeatedly before running to work with me."

She laughed, throwing the knife into the dartboard beside her. Sliding his badge over to him.

"wear that wherever possible. You're one of us. Or at least a friend."

Twirling her cigarette. She laughed into the winds.

"Next. Ever seen the little mermaid?"

"..."

"Course you did, part of your endurance training. Simple enough. Break her heart, break his bones."

Sliding a contract over to him, the words blurred minus the contract statement. A formalized statement stating such. Looking to the second lieutenant, to be corporal, she glanced out the window.

"Fish Sticks will arrive tomorrow. 0400, leaving by 0700. That's your ticket out, unless you wanna waste half on transporting you slim ass to Oregon from what's functionally the middle of Arizona."

Sliding the dismissal notice to him, permitting his discharge from active service as a reserve force.

"Shit goes down. You drag your ass here."

He nods, taking the slip and badge as she calls out.

"oh and one more thing."

"yes ma'am?"

"make it three."

"..."

"Anything... happens to the girl that's not hurting her, but she will if sacrifices aren't made. Well, you're a smart boy. Second, clean yourself up. Relax . You're heading home."

Tossing a bag of sweets at the man, she winks at the man.

"oh. And, here's your wallet. Phone. Pant button, zipper, belt. And diary."

Sliding the items across the table, his pants dropping to the floor as each item struck against his bony legs. And his di-

"OW."

"Pay attention second private. Don't wanna lose your dick before you do it down. Now OUT."

"... Excuse me ma'am?"

"I said, get out my office."

*... Did you just suggest I'm going-

Firing her revolver above his cranium, now aimed at his dick she barked out the order.

"OUT. LET ME READ MY PORN IN PEACE."

The door slammed behind him. That was... normal??

[boyakishannarrative]

BlackOut AU

Rewrite: C1

A scared squeal escaped the young teen’s neck, blue eyes shimmering in what little light could enter the foggy area. Carved stone walls of a former boulder, the carvings covered by vines and moss. It was cold, the crags of the stone filled with moss with what few shrubs and ferns hugging the walls. A pale lithe hand gripped the lighter toned neck, eyes blazing with a gold light as whoever they were glared at the group of firearmed teens. “LEAVE.” boomed the mystery person, the voice echoing as the teens nervously looked at each other. Hand grasping the arm, before pushing it away from then, the male calls out the moment he could take a breath. “FIRE!” Muzzles get raised, shotguns cocked and safety turned off as the young male becomes a rock on the ground. Then the steel weapons’ barrels slide off, cut as the woman holds cutlas in hand. There’s a pause, before a bow is released. The sound of TWANG echoes, as an arrow is suddenly embedded where they stood. A bow in hand, or had as the string cuts sliced hitting the older teen in the face. The teens run, rushing through the exit down the path back to the town. As the feet grow fainter, the girl swirled the cloak to hide the carved boulder entrance through the valley. The 6”2 oriental fighter stood before the 5”2 british tween stands to each other. “What-”

The lanky Papyrus stood over his brother, yellow eyes glaring at the half awake pale face. “Are you asleep?” He’s wearing what looks to be part of his teacher’s uniform (despite him being a volunteer teacher), with that admittedly silly chef’s hat and an apron on. “Mm?” Muttered the pale pocket person, who attempted to push the blanket up which unfortunately was wrapped around him causing him to roll off the bed with a THUMP. Papyrus leaned slightly more to his brother, who half groaned as he gripped the mattress from the broken cocoon of blanket. “I’m up.” Grumbled the halfbreed, blue eyes shimmering with annoyance as he struggled to get his perky ass up. Now on his knees, gripping the mattress as his legs woke up he looked at his brother. Though slightly less pale (since taking care of kids requires him to be outside a third of the time), he looked older than Sans at a glance. Sans meanwhile while shorter he was slower, or more relaxed unless it was mornings in which he was cranky. Otherwise, if it was a day ending in y, he’d just be lazy unless it was night or he’d had a bad day. Which was rare since the short pale man kinda just went with most things. The rare few times he’d been angry, well let’s just say the king was not expecting to protect a whole gang.

Sans managed to get out of bed, wearing his normal white shirt and dark blue boxer shorts as Papyrus walked him out (there’d been more than one time where Sans went back to bed the moment Paps walked out.) Paps began talking. “So brother, while you’ve been snoozing all morning. I managed to confirm that my teaching role will shorten the time spent at university! Papyrus for the win.” Sans’ hand gripped the wood, shaking as he focused on staying awake. At least until he had something to drink and eat. “That’s great Paps.” “Right? Anyways, as I came back I managed to bump into Frisk! But you know how the motel closed down?”

“Yep. (one step at a time)”  

“Well, since Frisk didn’t have a place to stay. Well I THE GREAT PAPYRUS offered her to stay at our humble abode. In fact, we were just having a stunning conversation on organising my schedule before I noticed you weren’t here cracking those terrible jokes with Frisk.” He says, grinning back at his brother, Sans grabs a coffee cup and the newspaper before turning the coffee pot on. Papyrus realises that his brother won’t get flustered or do anything this time, so he turns to continue organising his timetable with Frisk.

Sans sipped his coffee, reading the newspaper as his brother and a familiar feminine voice chatted about best times and organising levels. His brother was in the limelight, helping with the community and teaching area as well as various school projects. The gossip line erupted about someone he didn’t read, but a brown haired girl he felt he knew had a picture printed in the section. The motel was still closed, a train had been delayed and the Queen herself had exited her castle in a rare event to greet a passenger. Then something clicked, whether from the coffee or all the pictures of Frisk (it was the coffee) It finally clicked. Sans slapped his hands on the table, before they began to prickle he spat his coffee over Papyrus as his pale face became flushed. Frisk turned and his heart practically thumped. “You ok?” She asked, her New Hampshire accent had faded slightly to be a little more Californian but it was still her. Then it fully hit him. She was here, staying at his house. Panicking, he chugged the rest of the coffee with a partly covered Papyrus looking at a mildly concerned looking Frisk. Before Frisk could realise her friend was covered in coffee, Sans went through just about every sound and emotion you could make as everything in the kitchen glowed blue. “Uh, Sans!” Raised Frisk, Sans continued to be flustered as everything that wasn’t bolted down began to rise. The fridge opened as it began to lift up, Frisk lost her footing as she tried to step out, Papyrus (because he’s one light dude) began to rise up with the cutlery. Then Sans hit his head against the ceiling fan, the somewhat fast blade bonking his temples. Everything was no longer being lifted up, Papyrus panicked, eyes shimmering to orange as he began stopping the plates and other delicate kitchenware (that he’d normally break but hey, Frisk was here) from breaking. Frisk meanwhile was suddenly stuck in the fridge, having floated close to the cold box before the door slammed shut on the 6”3 woman.

C2:

The keyboard tapped as Frisk clicked at the keyboard. She’d been working on the report since Lunch, sitting half eaten in front of her as the darkening sky slowly alerted her as the sun was no longer lighting up her screen. She peeked for what she thought was the eighth time (it was the third, this girl has serious tunnel vision) at Sans, who wasn’t there in the six hours she’s been sitting there tacking at the keyboard. It was probably a good time to stretch, she’d been sitting there for what? An hour? She thought, before looking at the clock for a good minute before realising. If I started work at 11:15 and it’s 5:18… She stood up, pushing the chair away before her legs gave out and she landed on her butt. Still wearing denim and a shirt, her posterior while unfazed didn’t enjoy suddenly touching the cold tiles. Or would’ve if a pillow hadn’t been thrown from the couch, “what?” She thought, before a pillow landed in her face causing her to be pushed to her side where a pillow was curveball to catch her head. “Heh, still got it.”

Sans sat nearby, pink house shoes on his feet near what was presumably a pile of pillows judging from the lack of chair softeners. “Couldn’t you have enough pillow to come over and catch me, royal prince?” Call Frisk as she got onto her two feet.”Haven’t cotton to how lazy I am?” He asked back, a cheeky little accent loud and clear as Frisk closed the laptop. “Honestly, I’d think you’re just softening my ego.” Sans snorted before throwing a pillow at her. “And I think you should soften up, you’ve been so cased into school you’ve forgotten how to be comfy!” He says, throwing several more pillows below her before she hits the ground again. “Y’know. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were flirting with me, Sansy.” There was a pause as Frisk got up, that little accent at the end of his name sounded flirty and if he was being honest. Well, it made his head hurt. Then his heart rate rose up to the level of his headache as Frisk turned to face him. “Hey.” She said, before throwing a pillow at the skele man.

The girl crossed her arms over her chest. “What are you doing here pup?” She stated, eyes losing that golden shimmer as the cloak turned disembowelled open air boulders turned into a sunny forest clearing. “Well firstly, to see you.” He stated, eyes looking away from the girl as her face flushed. “And, well. You remember my dad’s inventions?”

“The slow metal boxes?” 

“Yeah those ones…” He said, taking a deep breath before explaining that they’d been improved and were going to be rolled out for the war front. The girl looked at her friend, sitting on a flat rock. “And? Those oversized concretions just need to be poked by any sharp tip.” He took a deep breath. “Well they managed to make shielding.”

“You mean the metal plates.”

“No, I mean they essentially threw a see through blue blanket over the vehicle that destroyed sharp tips.”

“So? We can throw our magic at it.”

“You’d need to have enough magic to break a mountain and they managed to improve the weapons.”

“How? That thing could blow a large hole into a mountain, what more do they need?”

“Well, it takes a while to reload. Remember when I showed you? It took ten minutes for me to load a second shell.”

“And I said if they could speed that up it’s be powerful enough to clear archer units.”

“Yeah, they managed to shorten the time to ten seconds.” The girl’s eyes widen as it sinks in, “Not only that they’ve now got enough range, variation and power in the shells to flatten swathes of forest and mountain.” She closes her mouth as he continues. “And that’s just public knowledge.” The girl’s brows scrunch down, forehead wrinkling as his heart rate rises. The greenery shivered around them.“Public knowledge?”

Sans opened his eyes groggily, thin silky fingers tracing in his pale hair. “Mom?” He mumbled deliriously, Papyrus snorted as Frisk answered. “Nope, just me.” Sans then sat up, Frisk sitting opposite with her face looking disappointed. His heart rate was going insane, Papyrus placing the pot of pasta onto the table. “Ah, brother. You’re awake!” He stated, cheerfully as Sans looked at his hands. They appeared to shimmer between skeleton and human, like it does when he’s angry or scared. He breathed in and out, calming himself down as Frisk pulled his cheek, “Hey, lazy bones. You wanna eat or no?” She asked, legs shifting off the sofa. Rubbing his tired neck, before shaking his head back and forth like a dog. “Yeah yeah, give me a second.” He stated, moving to take a seat at the table.

After getting his pasta, Papyrus brought it up. “Brother, you fell asleep this morning again. If the doctor didn’t state that your body just more easily falls asleep, I’d think you’d have an iron deficiency or something.” He stated, mixing his bowl as Sans twirled his fork. “Yeah yeah, I need to stop ironing out of the realm of the living and keep rolling along with the film.” He mumbled, moving to eat his spaghetti. Papyrus took a deep breath in, before letting it go as Frisk snorted. “Damn bro, I’d think Papyrus here was trying to ask if you’re Fe-ling right. But since he’s right. Just keep playing in this world and not dreamland ok?” She said, Papyrus clearly getting more frustrated as she too began to eat her food. Finally he stated. “God damn it, I forgot you’re both as terrible as each other. I swear that both of you are Fe and O the way you both steel jokes against each other.” He grumbled, eating his food as the pair looked at each other mildly surprised before continuing to crack jokes throughout dinner.(cutting here because I can’t keep writing these puns).

[kitcat22]

Can’t get the idea of Rebels era old Rex Gregor and Wolffe time travelling.

And i don’t mean elderly consciousness put back into their younger bodies kind of time travelling, i mean old 60-70sh biologically, sagging skin and beer bellied Rex Wolffe and Gregor back in time, kicking ass, taking names and bringing down the empire before it officially begins

Mostly this comes for me wanting old Wolffe who with gained knowledge and insight into what the Corries and Fox more specifically endured, plus a little bit of emotional growth and brain damage deciding that the best course of action to stop his brothers neck being snapped is to go rogue and kidnap him.

Fox wakes up from like his 4 and a half hour designated sleeping period to the blurry sight of an unusual wrinkled Wolffe standing right beside his bed. He doesnt even have time to say ‘what the fuck’ before he’s been stunned and flung over old Wolffe’s shoulder and is then snuck out to be stashed away somewhere while Wolffe works out how to kidnap everyone else.

Also! Old Rex meeting young Rex and taking every opportunity to make fun of him. The 501st adore old Rex, young Rex does not.

Old!Rex: y’know when I was your age…

Young!Rex: When you were my age you were me now shut the fuck up

And also:

Fives: Will we all be pudgy when we’re older or is that just a you thing?

Rex: 🤬

Speaking of getting older, there’s also the fact that most of the clones didn’t actually get to Rex’s age and i think this would be really painful for the Old Relics Gang too. Like you knew how young your brothers were when the died but seeing them makes it hit harder.

Cody is not thrilled at being treated like a younger brother even if happy that Rex reached old age.

Where is Gregor in this you ask? Probably helping Wolffe kidnap people. Rex is not impressed with the short term planning even if he kind of wanted to do the same.

[deadwooddross]

i have this one scribble of baby tbc umami that continues to make me go, awwwww

Umami is about 7'2" across the board, and this includes the 'normal human' aus. Which is small in fantasy stuff but MASSIVE irl. So I always kinda imagine her strongest dysphoria has to do with being extremely tall compared to her peers, especially as a little kid, for a lot of reasons. Enter, big bird, the 8'2" six year old, perfect role model for someone destined to become a big friendly pear

[artdcnaldson]

ok i am coming in hot with my last thought on patricks sister au for the day, because it is bedtime lol. but here it is. (also gonna start signing these off as an emojicon, because i lowkey need validation and credit for this au actually lol)

i feel like at first he would be lowkey confused why youre getting turned on when youre being called pathetic??? but you really are just depraved and so desperate for him. anything he says to you is music to your ears. so you keep rubbing yourself in his bed. he tells you that you can think about him all you want, but you can never have him. it cant happen. you can never have his cock. patrick is too important to him, he would kill the both of you.

he gets kind of lost in it, forgets to keep that distance, he ends up sitting at the opposite edge of the bed. looking right at you. but never touching you. god you're so pretty like this. he asks you how often you do this, touch yourself to the thought of him. he really shouldnt be indulging you like this. he shouldnt be playing into your hand. he just cant help it, your sounds are so sweet, moaning his name so lightly. he really cant help it when his hand falls to his lap. its totally out of his control when his hand starts palming himself. how could he not be hard? youre as good as naked in his bed, touching yourself, moaning his name and begging, pleading him to touch you, to fuck you, to do anything at all.

and when his hand slip into his boxers? he tries to convince himself not to, to put an end to this. it really isnt right. but on the other hand... its not like hes touching you. is it really that wrong if hes not even touching you at all? surely not. he lets himself indulge, just a little. but to outweigh, he tells you to stop touching yourself. maybe its a punishment for you, maybe it just for his own pleasure. he watches you as you pull your hand back up, eyes fixed on his own hand stroking himself under his boxers. he sees the excitement flicker in your eyes, you think youre getting what you want. you think hes finally going to fuck you. youre wrong.

he tells you to get off the bed, sit on the floor, between his legs. kneeling right in front of him, big puppy eyes, desperately flickering between his face and his hand moving slowly beneath the fabric. he cant help but laugh to himself when he sees youre grinding yourself on your heel, anything to get some friction. he swears he sees drool spill out of your mouth as you stare at him.

maybe he just makes you sit there for a while, staring at him, begging him. maybe it just ends with that, he keeps you there long enough to ensure he'll be able to picture it later when hes alone. maybe thats all, he tells you to go to sleep, you whine and almost cry, until he threatens to send you back to your own room.

or maybe.... just maybe.... and hear me out on this... maybe he makes you sit on your hands to make sure you wont touch him, because that would be breaking the rules. and maybe he tells you to beg him to let you see his cock, beg him to take it out, tell him just how bad you want to see it, need to see it. maybe he is so intoxicated on the feeling of being so desired that you would do anything he asked. maybe he pulls it out, he lets you watch as he stroke himself. ugh maybe he makes you spit in his hand so he can jerk off with your spit :(((( maybe he tells you to move closer, still no touching, but he wants your face all up close. you're not letting this opportunity slip away, you follow his every word, every movement. maybe he makes you thank him, thank him for letting you watch him get off. maybe he even lets you lick his cum off his hand when hes done.

or maybe not, maybe he just tells you to shut up and go to sleep. :)))

-🐞 (if it's not taken by anyone)

GODDDDDD you deserve all the definition credit acclaim bc this is some good fucking food

It’s unfair how good you look in his bed. It’s unfair that you’re laid out like a fucking meal for him, rubbing your sensitive clit and moaning like a pornstar while he’s saying shit that should be making you run away.

He sits down on the bed— his bed— and he can feel how you’re moving through the mattress. It makes him think of those commercials where they jump on the bed and the wineglass doesn’t move, except his shitty dorm bed is the opposite.

You’re panting, mouth open so he can see the pink of your tongue. A constant stream of moans and whines and gasps of Art and Please falling from your lips.

He shouldn’t ask. Patrick would fucking crucify him. Would flay him alive for even thinking it. But he does. “How often do you think of me when you’re fucking yourself?”

You meet his gaze, only briefly before your eyes flutter shut and you’re bucking against your fingers. “Every time. Just need you so bad, Art.”

“You don’t need me, you want me. And you’re so fucking spoiled by your rich parents that you think you’re entitled to it.”

His cock aches in the confines of his boxers, the hard line of it clearly visible through the plaid fabric. Your eyes are trained on it, hungry and wanting. You’re practically drooling for it. He just looks so big, you want to feel.

He has to muffle a groan when he goes to adjust himself, feels the heel of his palm press against his cock just right. It was your fault he didn’t get to bring anyone back to the dorm to fuck, your fault he didn’t have a nice, warm mouth wrapped around his dick.

God, you’re just so fucking selfish. Why should you get to get off twice when he can’t even do anything? So he slips his hand beneath his sweats, beneath the waistband of his boxers. He groans, eyes squeezing shut as he wraps a hand around himself.

And then you moan, all pretty and needy. He opens his eyes to see your hand working faster between your thighs. He narrows his eyes, pins you in place like a bug with just a look. “Stop touching yourself or I’ll call Patrick.”

It’s easy to bring Patrick into it. You straighten up, pout, and obey. But for Art it’s almost a reminder of why he really fucking can’t.

Your hand stills, but he doesn’t move until they’re both above the blanket, slick and wet and sticky. A smug smile spreads across your lips as you slip your fingers between your lips, cleaning them off. And god, you’re so brazen. You’re just like Patrick, and it’s going to fucking kill him.

“Sit on the floor. Right in front of me.” You’re practically scrambling to obey— peeling off the blankets and settling between his legs. And you are pretty, honestly. Even prettier when you want him this bad, when you’re on your knees and peering up at him with wide, eager eyes.

Your mouth is parted, just slightly as you look at him. He watches as you dart your tongue out to wet your lips, eyes darting between his hand moving beneath his boxers and his eyes.

“Art, please, I just want to touch you,” you practically beg. Your eyes are all watery, in the fake way he’d seen you play at when you wanted something to go your way.

Your parents had fucking ruined you— spoiled you, turned you into an entitled little brat. And now look at where you were— on your knees in front of Art, begging for cock. It made him wonder if your dad ever spent time with you, if he was ever involved in your life beyond clinical conversations over breakfast and dinner.

Honestly, Patrick should be lucky that you’re obsessing over Art and not some random asshole. Anyone other than Art would’ve snapped already, would’ve taken everything you offered. Would’ve had you face down on the mattress while they plunged into your soaked cunt again and again and again. Or worse. Art could had a vivid imagination, and could think of a lot of things that he— no, not him, someone else— could do with willing pussy.

“You’re not going to touch me,” he said, as firmly as he could manage. “I’m gonna get my dick out, and you can fucking watch so you can see exactly what you can’t have.”

You whine, mutter something about him being mean. He needs to be mean, he needs to drill the fact that it’s never going to happen into your brain so you fucking get it.

He pushes down his boxers and his cock slaps against his stomach. He’s so hard, flushed pink and pretty. Your eyes widen and you lick your lips, leaning forward, closer unconsciously. You want to suck his pink tip into your mouth, taste the pre that dribbles from his slit.

You’re already drooling from the sight, he might as well put it to good use. He holds his hand out, tells you firmly to spit. You obey, letting drool pool in your mouth before you spit it into his palm.

Your cunt throbs as he wraps his slick hand around his cock, stroking slowly, so you have to watch every slow pass of his hand, the glide of skin. You are drooling— you feel it at the corner of your mouth, have to wipe at it shamefully.

You reach out, touch him wherever you can reach. A soft, delicate hand on the inside of his thigh. He groans, almost sounding pained as he rips your hand off and throws it back into your lap.

“I told you no touching.” His voice is weak, not as firm as he’d like to be. He wants to draw it out, make you watch him, get off on how desperate you are for him.

“Art, just let me—“

“Sit on your hands if it’s that fucking hard, or— I don’t know— walk back to your own dorm.”

You pout and tuck your hands beneath your thighs. It’s amazing, how well you listen to anything he says. He could probably tell you to bark like a dog and you fucking would. God, he’d hate to be Patrick. It must suck to have such a slutty sister.

Art doesn’t realize how loud he’s being— he’s so stuck up in his head. But you hear everything— the way he pants and moans. You watch his balls bounce as he fucks his fist, moan pathetically. Your pussy is just drooling at this point, swollen and aching with the need to be filled.

“Say thank you,” he says, meeting your gaze. His eyes are half-lidded, hazy. He looks so pretty, you just want him so bad. “Thank me for letting you watch.”

You whine softly. “Thank you, Art.”

He finishes with a desperate moan, coating his hand in thick white cum. The sheer volume of it surprises you— makes you long for it inside of your mouth, inside of your cunt. Art wipes his hand off on his ruined shirt, peels it off and tosses it across the room.

And then it’s quiet. You’re still on your knees, he’s adjusting his boxers again. You’re overwhelmed with the need to just press a kiss to his skin— anywhere, really. His ankle, his knee, his thigh, his hand. Anywhere he’d let you.

“Go the fuck to sleep. You get the floor tonight.”

“I never get the floor,” you say weakly. You want back in his bed so you can just bunch his blankets up and grind against them until you cum or fall asleep. He gives you a pointed look and you sigh, settling onto the little nest of blankets and pillows he has prepared for himself.

You fall asleep pretty quickly— exhausted as the adrenaline of seeing Art jerk off in front of you wears off. He thinks you actually look really sweet, curled up at his feet like that. Like you belong there.

[seafoamdew]

Just a couple of bros having sum juice. They might be drunk. They might confess. Who knows 🤷‍♀️

[mutable-manifestation]

Ghost Chirps AU Part 5

Part 1 & 2

Part 3

Part 4

***

While “Jason” (i.e. Alfred with an empty jet that Jason will meet up with later in order to “arrive” in Amity) hops a private jet, Red Hood is busy searching the Fenton home from top to bottom.

The local police move slowly, and by the time they arrive Jack and Maddie Fenton are both tied up and disarmed in their living room under heavy guard.

They hadn’t been restrained immediately, Batman talking him into giving them a chance to implicate themselves first.

Hood let him take the lead, but he didn’t even get a chance to ask a question, being cut off at the first indication he might want to talk about their “work.” Less than 60 seconds in, and the pair had outright confessed to violating the meta protection acts - and in tedious detail.

The questioning didn’t suffer any from them being tied up.

Far from the mulish silence or crocodile-tear laden denial of most criminals, they instead doubled down, insisting that nothing they had done was illegal, then jumping to the assumption that they were “possessed” - and boy had it been a nasty surprise when the whole house came alive trying to attack them with a quick verbal command.

Well, trying to attack Hood. And only him, for some reason.

One laser also freed the Fentons, who turned out to have even more weapons built into their suits. 

Somehow. 

Despite them being skintight.

That had been a pain, but Red Robin was able to hack the system using one of the couples’ own devices while Hood dodged - and kept the stray fire away from the others - leaving everyone else to recapture the pair. A blessedly simple task once they found out the lasers would splash harmlessly off of their armor (save for a gross film of green goop left wherever they grazed).

They take turns knocking each unconscious to change them in order to properly disarm them - Batman and Nightwing taking Jack first, followed by Orphan and Spoiler dealing with Maddie. 

The only non-weapon laden clothing they own turns out to be pajamas. 

This is around when the police show up, looking hesitant.

They, too, cite the “Anti-Ecto Acts.”

Oracle had debriefed them on the supposed Acts and “Ghost Investigation Ward” on their short drive over. Both were utterly bogus - the Acts had never even been proposed, let alone been approved as law, and the so-called “GIW” had no ties to the government.

The Fentons had been furious and denied the information intensely when told, but the cops mostly just looked relieved.

Apparently there’d been a lot of property damage by the GIW and Fentons both that had supposedly been dismissed under the Acts as “necessary in the pursuit of ecto-scum.”

For the Fentons, half of this damage was in the form of broken fire hydrants, cracked sidewalks, and totaled cars - they’d never been good drivers, before, the cops disclosed, but they’d become even more negligent since the ghosts began appearing, to the point they had to have a news segment warning when they would be on the road.

The lack of fatalities thus far had been nothing short of a miracle, they claimed.

“Of course there haven’t been any fatalities!” Mrs Fenton defends. “Our work is to protect people from those things, not make more! Officers, listen to reason-” Hood snorts disdainfully -”The Red Hood is clearly a ghost! All our systems targeted him the moment they came online - and they only target ecto-entities. He’s clearly taken these heroes under his sway - why else would they be working with a murderer!? You have to do something before he starts up his killing here in Amity!”

The officers look at him a bit hesitantly, but Batman is unmoved and gives the cover story Hood had outlined back in the alley.

Any concerns the locals have are quickly assuaged.

But for the whole explanation, Jason is trying not to shake even as he falls apart in place.

Their little website called them ghost-hunters, making it pretty clear what “ecto-entities” meant. 

Their system supposedly only targets ecto-entities.

The system had only targeted him.

The system only targets ghosts.

Jason had died.

A lot of his family members had died, too, granted. 

But Jason was the only one who seemed to come back wrong - anger sticking in his throat and never quite fading, an inclination towards violence even when he wasn’t angry well beyond what he’d ever felt before, and a sea of other emotions (that he would never acknowledge aloud) and triggers for those emotions that he always struggled to make heads or tails of.

He doesn’t have the meta gene. He knows that. He knew that.

He just assumed that the test missed it, because he knows he doesn’t know magic - the All Blades being the only exception - and he couldn’t think of another explanation at the time.

But he came back wrong.

And as he stands there, he wonders if he came back at all, mind on Solomon Grundy.

Wonders if he isn’t just some ghost, wandering around possessing his own corpse.

He jolts, as the thought strikes him: what about Danny?

If he’s a ghost and chirping is a ghost thing then what about his KID!?

Absently, he notes that Bruce has started interrogating the cops on what they meant by “ghost attacks.” 

He ignores the discussion, hustling for the door in the kitchen down to the lab.

He slams and locks the door behind him - in Red Robin’s face - as he descends, making a b-line for the computer he’d seen when the Fentons had dragged them all down there to start bragging about their crimes.

The only thing Oracle could get out of the whole building was things that were openly available online; direct connections were impossible.

Opening up the screen, he gets to cracking.

Going for the surface level files first, it turns out he doesn’t even need so much as a password to find what he wants.

One of the video game sub-files has an unrelated file in it: ghost notes.

There are plenty of other notes, of course, but he’d only been skimming to start, looking for anything hidden.

The Fenton parents were too open to bother, of course, with plenty of more obvious files strewn haphazardly across the home screen, but it’s always better to check. That there is a hidden file means it was likely made by either Danny or Jazz.

And it’s a treasure trove.

Sub-files for rogues, allies, conditional allies, and “halfas” were what greeted him.

The last being the only term he didn’t recognize, he clicked.

6 files: Clones, Danny, Dani, Dan, Vlad, and Red Hood.

He clicks his own file.

What greets him is a picture of himself 4 days ago, looking just to the left of the lens in an alley that he distinctly remembers searching for the kid in.

Just below is text.

~~~

??? Name: Red Hood

Species: probably a halfa

Status: Nnnneutral? I think? I know, I know, heads in bags. But Valerie tries to kill me all the time! And we’re allies sometimes! Hood- uh- looked for me? Okay I guess I can’t really judge this yet but please read the first met section before you judge please you guys?

First met: Aug 17, 2005, was in Gotham to bother Batman, stopped to think a bit on some fire escape - decide on the first prank yknow - but then my ghost sense went off. It felt like a halfa so I thought “oh cool, must be Dani” so I chirped, but then Red Hood - who was chasing some guy down an alley at the time - froze and looked around. I dropped visibility and chirped again and yeah, he definitely heard it. Humans can’t so he’s definitely a halfa - no glow so he can’t be a full ghost and it felt nothing like an overshadowing. 

Ended up following Hood around the rest of week - forgot to prank Batman, damn - and playing hide-and-seek with the chirps. It was really funny. But he very obviously doesn’t know he’s a halfa. But the guy is, like, scary levels of smart, so I’m sure he’ll figure it out on his own now that the chirp thing made it clear that something is up. Hopefully.

I figure I can go back in winter break - he should have it figured out and let his emotions process enough by then to at least hear me out when I explain the AEA and GIW and everything, then it won’t matter so much if he can, like, track me by voice or something if I talk since we’ll have MAD by then.

Despite his reputation, the people living in his haunt seem to love the guy. I can see why. On top of the whole smart he’s actually really nice to people he’s not shooting in the knees (which only even happened one time in the week I was there? It was actually pretty relaxing - most quiet week I’ve had since the portal opened THANK YOU TUCKER for hacking the portal hatch to be inoperable for a week). 

Where was I? Oh yeah, he’s actually surprisingly nice to people? So like, I think he’ll probably hear me out if I go back and be polite? I hope. Hate to leave the guy in the dark and him end up on the GIWs dissection table for “lots and lots of painful experiments.”

Not that those guys could even catch the Box Ghost. But uh, Hood doesn’t seem to have powers either? Or if he does he doesn’t know about them I don’t think - he only used the chirp the whole time I was their - not even to cheat with moving around.

Seriously. That guy's acrobatics could make Freakshow’s contortionist green - er, red??? - with envy. Actually wait, aren’t contortionists and acrobats different things?

SAM NOTE: help^?

Powers: 

?

~~~

Jason leans back, breathing deeply.

“Not a full ghost,” “not 'overshadowed'” - a term that sounds likke some kind of cousin to possesision - “definitely a halfa,” “humans can’t hear chirps.”

Halfa. 

Half. 

Ghost. 

Half Ghost.

It should sound absurd - you can’t be half alive and half dead.

But Jason has seen the Lazarus pits, has met Solomon Grundy, has met aliens and bullshit magic and can pull magical swords out of his own damn chest.

Half alive. Half dead.

Hopefully not just a fancy way to say possessing his own corpse.

He doesn’t have time to deal with every file - he’ll “confiscate” one of their USBs with a copy of everything for himself before leaving the rest to Batman & co, of course, minus the halfa files (a small part of him wants to shove his condition in Bruce’s face and demand he kill the clown again even though he knows it’s a futile hope, but the rest - the same part that snapped and denied and refused to say he was a meta less that a day ago now - cannot stomach the thought of even more rejection. Of a Bruce that believes he’s a monster. Of a Bruce that mourns him even while he’s right there. Or at least, more than he already does.) - but while the files copy he take the time to look at Danny’s.

The image has two people, Danny Fenton on one side and a version of the kid in a black hazmat suit with white hair, tanned skin, and painfully familiar green eyes. And floating.

~~~

Human Name: Danny Fenton

Ghost Name: Danny Phantom

Species: Halfa (half-human, half ghost)

~~~

It’s the section after that that makes Jason’s breath catch in his throat.

~~~

Death: The Portal Accident

So like, there was no audio (thank GOD I do not want to hear myself screaming) so. Details: When the portal didn’t work when they plugged it in mom and dad left for fudge, Jazz went to try and talk them into a more realistic career choice than ghosts. Sam and Tucker came over and Sam dared me to climb in and check it out - it was broken anyway so no harm. Except it wasn’t broken, just that my parents put the on button inside. Which I caught myself on when I tripped on a wire.

Anyway, electrocution! 

(T - Danny for the love of god be more serious, the cheerful tone is creepy)

(D - Hey! I’m the one who died! Shouldn’t I at least get to write my own epitaph)

(S - …Danny this is not an epitaph. You don’t even HAVE a grave)

(D - wow way to rub it in Sam)

(T - yeah Sam)

(S - ugh! Whatever, just stop with the chatting in official files)

(T - “official”)

(S - Tucker.)

(T - shutting up now)

Electrocution! I got zapped to death, but the ectoplasm from the portal was also opening up on top of me and a lot got bonded to me I guess (S - probably because of the electricity with how you ended up with some of Vortex' powers for a little while) at the same time said electricity was reviving me? - probably getting my heart beating again or something, I was a little busy screaming to pay attention (T - yeah okay we're going to Nasty Burger after this. And playing Doomed) - not that it would’ve mattered without the ghostification preventing me from melting me all the way to death.

Status: Me!

Powers:

Chirps! (ghost echolocation of some kind! humans can't hear em - halfas can, of course, in either form)

Form Change (really Sam? This barely counts)

Human form

Ghost form (no need to breathe)

Flight (last clock speed 210mph) (T - and climbing. Dang dude)

Invisibility (S - don’t forget shareable.) (Shareable. sigh)

Intangibility (Shareable)

Ecto Rays (eyes & hands) (T - and butt) (D - dude! I’m deleting that. Tucker why can't I delete it. TUCKER) (T - bow down in awe of my ksill) (S - ksill) (D - ksill) (T - yeah okay it’s permanent now) (D - aw man!)

Ghost Sense (S - why do we never test your range?) (D - no need? They always make themselves obvious or are being sneaky specifically to annoy me so *shrug*) (S - I still think we should test it)

Power Absorption (that time with Vortex’s weather powers)

Cryokinesis (Wayyyyy to much ice. NOT testing max output on that) (T - yeah frozen city was enough, let’s not cause an ice age. Tech needs some cool but too much is still bad and I just upgraded Patricia)

Ghostly Wail (cone of destruction, very exhausting - always at max output. Not to be used)

GHOST FORM ONLY (but really just never)

Cartoon Body (D - what???) (S - Freakshow literally turned you into a puddle and you just turned back and were fine. I don’t know what else to call that) (D - okay fair. but:)

GHOST FORM ONLY

Physical Enhancement (better strength, speed, stamina, durability, reflexes, balance, etc much better than human) (T - why does this look like dnd knockoff stats haha)

GHOST FORM ONLY (S - obviously mr last place in PE)

Resistances (pretty solid on the overshadowing, avoided being taken in by Ember until targeted, didn’t get turned to stone during the Medusa thing) (S - which was pure luck! Be careful!)

Ecto Electricity (ghost stinger, but I really don’t think this counts Sam. I mean I just. Make my ecto zappy. But it’s still just ecto) (S - so is your ICE and you don’t just call that "just cold ecto") (D - fine, but it feels overly specific) (S - maybe writing it all down will make you stop. Forgetting. POWERS!) (D - come on Sam that was a lucky hit! I was distracted! And it turned out fine!) (S - Fenton…) (D - oop okay doing fire now)

Ecto Fire (made Dash’s shoes melty that one time by make the ecto hot) (T - really needs more testing)

Tech possession (chasing Technus into computers, not very tested)

Ghost form only, i guess?

Overshadowing (control people, copy their voice, invade dreams - the control one erases the person’s memory so they don’t know they were overshadowed just lost time. I hate Walker. SO much) (T - rip Danny’s reputation, you’ll be missed)

Probably ghost form only

Duplication (T - That’s optimistic) (D - I’M WORKING ON IT OKAY!?) (S - pretty sure it just falls under cartoon body until you can actually separate) (D - :( betrayal)

Probably ghost form only

More? (D - ugh I hope not) (T - hey don’t say that, maybe you’ll get a power to make the JL give a crap about Amity) (D - honestly I’m getting pretty close to letting Boxy loose in Gotham) (S - Danny, don’t stoop to their level!) (D - it's only box ghost!) (T - I mean he has a point)

~~~

Jason changes his mind, seeing the commentary, and deletes the entire hidden file from the computer as soon as his copy is made. He can go over everything and bring any important info to Bruce separately, the bat’s can just chew on the parents’ files for now.

Once the original files are thoroughly and irretrievably removed he pockets his shiny new USB, makes a second one with all the official files, and heads back up and out - carelessly brushing past a thoroughly irate Red Robin with a pair of firemen and broken jaws of life. And not a scratch on the door; impressive - just in time to get Oracle’s text that he’s got 2 hours and 16 minutes to be at the location on his HUD so he can “arrive” to Amity.

And a fresh set of civilian clothes will be waiting in the plane, Alfred as reliable as ever.

“Files,” he says, tossing the safe USB to Batman and interrupting his interrogation of the police officer.

He catches it effortlessly of course, but the officer stops paying attention to him to jolt at Hood’s reappearance - even outside of Gotham his reputation is fierce.

“I sent a copy to myself. I’ll review them and give you an overview, but other than that consider this the end of my involvement in this little shitshow,” he says, continuing smoothly to the door. “I’m heading back to Gotham.”

Now, he has a little over two hours before Jason Todd needs to arrive in Amity Park. He only needs to lay hands on a laptop that he can isolate from Babs’ influence and he should be able to review the Halfa files in full before he "lands" - after he figures out just why the kid has a grudge against the JL.

[minty364]

DPXDC Prompt #88

Danny and Damian are twins but they get separated at age 7, years later when they’re both 14 they both are going to high school and their schools decide to create a program where they wind up as pen pals to each other unknowing that they’re talking too each other as it’s been set up to be anonymous. Danny decides to take a leap of faith and encrypts a message about the media blackout around his town and how they’re overrun with ghosts and could use the Justice Leagues help through out all of his letters knowing that very few could actually understand it but he just felt so tired and this was the only way he could think to get any help for his town.

Damian just wonders who exactly his pen pal is to encrypt these letters like this.

[zu-is-here]

Blackout

Aftermare Week by @bluepallilworld

Geno & Error by loverofpiggies

Nightmare by jokublog

[pythosblathers]

got nostalgic for the blackout club again and realized Lark would 100% be a Lucid

SPEAK-AS-ONE offers the certainty and unity she craves. She’d be so happy with them if it ended there, before the forcing others to join unwillingly. The cracks are already deep

[starry-bi-sky]

okay so i was thinking of a joke earlier about how in DPDC Amity Park's slogan "a great place to live" is not only city propaganda but also the city lording it over the rest of America for being normal. But then I remembered that, despite how many DCU Cities with heroes in it there are, the amount of cities in America without heroes still far outnumber the amount of cities in America WITH heroes.

So I did a little digging so the joke would still land. Something most heroes have in common is that they operate in major cities. What makes a major city? I found that the general consensus is that the population is roughly over or around a million. THEN I looked up the populations of cities in the DCU that I thought of off the top of my head. So Gotham, Metropolis, Starling City, Central City, Jump City. All of them ranked up to millions in population (most of them were in the tens of millions).

Amity Park's wikipedia describes it as being similar to specifically Philadelphia, Chicago, and San Francisco.

Philadelphia's Population: 1.576 million as of 2021 Chicago's Population: 2.697 million as of 2021 San Francisco: 815,201 as of 2021

Whiiich means that Amity Park if we take that from canon, is probably a major city. There are approximately 19,000 cities in America with probably less than a hundred that are major cities. Adding the DCU major cities wouldn't skew the data too much.

Which MEANS that I can make the joke that Amity Park's "great place to live" is not only just typical city propaganda, but also its Amity Park lording it over the other major cities for being one of the only major cities that doesn't have problems bad enough to warrant a superhero or a vigilante. Cue stage left the Fentons and Phantom :)

Amity Parkers were probably SO proud that they didn't need a superhero. They didn't have to worry about things like 'world ending threats' and 'super-powered individuals' and 'staggering property damage'. And then enter Fentons.

It also could be used as an excuse for why nobody took notice to Amity Park getting ghosts if folks like me aren't huge fans of the notion of a media blackout via Tucker, Technus, or the US Government. Or if you want to keep Amity Park as its urban city self. Amity Park's news on ghosts gets drowned out in a week because there's news on more popular, well-known cities going on every other day. The shit going on in Amity Park is every other major city's regular Tuesday and it gets filtered as such.

[mikodrawnnarratives]

DAYCARE ATTENDANT FANDOM

ANYONE GOT A BINGO

Any black outs?

Actually NEVERMIND!!! That would be concerning. One of them is child sir

ANY MOSTLY BLACKOUTS?

Well maybe any aus where y/n grew up alongside mermay or non robot sun and moon could get blackouts....

I found some trends in y/n characters so I put them together in a bingo sheet.

It is compiled of a lot of xreader stuff but I tried to include some platonic and chaotic ones too, separate from JUST romantic

I know I missed some so maybe I'll do another

Do not animatronic dca au's count? I'm not sure...

lets say yes for now in places like "Kissing robots instead of THERAPY" and "who is KISSING the ROBOTS???" where it'll be whatever au insert "Kissing ___ instead of THERAPY"

There were certainly some y/n's I was thinking of for some tho kdskjds

...*cough cough* @paper-lilypie *cough* @naffeclipse *cough* @madame-mongoose @sycopomp *COUGH COUGH* @bamsara *COUGH*

AND others *cough* I won't specify/spoil more

Sorry for my coughing. I don't know what came over me

cough no longer looks like a word

OH I also have another version of the sheet that has some more color but I felt like it was too much

What do you think?

[uzicake]

NOAH BLACKOUT AU REDESIGN

sigh its gonna take a while for me to redesign the majority of the gen 1 cast isnt it

The AUs names gonna be Total Drama BLACKOUT now btw

[rayofmisfortune]

How did Tucker and Sam first find out about phantom? Was it just that some weird ecto shit was going on nearby and Danny sorta changed without trying to and all, and Sam and Tucker just kinda saw it going “what the fuck-“/silly

Okay and an add on to that, has anyone ever seen Danny change that shouldn’t have, since if he can’t really control it in this AU, I wouldn’t be surprised if there were some close calls because Tuck and Sam found a way to cover him

Seconds after Danny leaves for the restroom, a ghost (the Lunch Lady) shows up. In the panic, Sam and Tucker run to check if Danny's okay. Or just generally, get his low blood sugar, close to passing out butt away from the danger zone.

As to how they find out? They rush into the closest restroom. And kinda see the idiot(s) passed out on the floor mid-transformation 👍

I fiddled a lil with the timeline so now the au is kinda no one knows? But Sam and Tuck find out the second the first big bad ghost shows up. In the Dannys' defense, neither of them had any idea what was happening.

Actually... not really? Since Danny and Phantom have Tucker and Sam to cover for them and the two are at Danny's side 24/7, pretty much no one has seen them transform. Wes is the no one.

[ekat-fandom-blog]

It was Jazz's 18th birthday. Finally. She was so excited. Her, Danny, Mom, and Dad were going to stay up until 12:15 AM in order to know if she has a soulmate or not. Mom and Dad were. (Not that they flaunted it much. They forgot that others didn't just know.) She really hoped she had one, too.

It had been a great day. Tucker and Sam came over to give her presents. The food didn't come back to life. Everything they ate was actually edible. The presents were just what she wanted. Mom and Dad didn't even disappear to work on things downstairs. It was too good to be true. Anxiety started to well up inside of her. Everything had been great so far, so there had to be something that would go wrong.

But nothing went wrong. It was going so smoothly, Mom and Dad had commented on it. It was 5 minutes to 12 and still nothing had happened that would make this day less than perfect.

The thought struck her then: What if she didn't have a soulmate? It was very much possible. Not everyone had one. She knew Tucker's and Sam's parents didn't have soulmates. She knew that even though her parents were soulmates, it didn't mean she would. She knew that having a soulmate was a chance.

She'd always been so certain she'd have one, though. That she'd be in her body at 11:59 PM on the night of her 18th birthday and be in her soulmate's at 12 AM. She'd been certain that she'd spend 24 hours trying to figure out who her soulmate was and how to find them. She'd been certain that she'd get to know some of their family and friends in those hours.

Now, she wasn't so certain. Now, she was scared that she'd been deluding herself with fairy tales for years. Now, she was nearly certain that she'd be facing disappointment when she opened her eyes.

...

When she opened her eyes? When did she close them?

Blinking open her eyes, she looked around. At first she had no idea what she was seeing. There were people around her. They were all wearing costumes for some reason.

"Zatanna?" The man closest to her asked in concern. "What happened, love?"

Her brain was moving pretty slow, but the only thing she could think of was that not only was her soulmate - Zatanna? - part of a strange cosplay group for characters she'd never heard of, but is probably going out with the greasy blonde dressed like a homeless person.

Her soulmate being in love with someone else wasn't something she'd considered, but it was enough to ruin her entire day.