#but shh because that ruins part of the story

[demonic0angel]

EDA >:DD

Look, I just... I need more of that... Jorgu... Jorguman... Jorguamdnra?? I can't pronounce that shit— CLARK/DAN SHIP :33. Can we have a uhm, continuation <333

Don't break your wrist if you don't have any more ideas on how to continue it

-A.E. 👻

(Ayo, worry more about your thumb!! 😭)

Part 1

Superman continued to hold onto the man as they all traveled down the hallways silently. The woman, named Jazz, told him the story of what happened before he arrived.

Originally, she had ruled over the Infinite Realms, a place that was the opposite of the living realm, as queen regent, but when she gave up her position to their little brother Danny, he had been cursed alongside their little sister. Since previous rulers were forbidden from taking back the throne after being thrown off or abdicating, the crown was given to the other brother, Dan (nicknamed from Danny, which was weird).

“So now they’re children?” Superman asked for clarification, eying the two sleeping children in Jazz’s arms. They stepped over more bodies as they continued moving.

She nodded grimly. “The true crown belongs to Danny, since he is the one who acquired the crown through right of conquest. However, for the last few years, Dan has been the one taking up the role as king in order for there to be a ruler while the throne remains empty. He had been doing really good… he quit smoking, he stopped killing, he was healing…” The sad look in her eyes darkened into rage. “But the GIW ruined everything.”

“The GIW?” Superman asked, as he silently picked up a piece of debris to allow them all passage through the wrecked hallways.

“We call them the Guys in White, but their real name is the Ghost Investigation Ward, and they’re a government agency created and designed to hunt down ghosts. They’re a bunch of fanatic, genocidal hard heads who won’t rest until they nuke all ghosts and kill us all,” Jazz said, her tone venomous. “We can’t fight against them, so we’ve been largely distracting them with other targets. It seems that somehow, they found a way into the Ghost Zone to capture Danny and Ellie.”

The girl in her arms stirred and Jazz shushed her gently. “Shh, Dani, go back to sleep. It’s okay, I’m taking care of it.”

She fell back asleep and they didn’t stop moving. Superman digested the information, holding Dan closer to his chest. Said man was clinging onto him, arms wrapped around him as he remained asleep to the world.

He looked so innocent and lovely, unlike that murderous monster that Superman couldn’t understand just moments before.

But now, Superman was conflicted as he understood his motives.

“Why… Why did he relapse so badly?” Superman asked, a hand involuntarily moving from Dan’s back to stroke his long hair.

Jazz gave him a backwards glance and clarified, “Dan?”

“Yes.”

“… he didn’t come from our timeline. He’s from another world, where everyone in his family— us— died. He was possibly psychologically tortured by our godfather and then he broke down even further, enough that he asked to be split in two so he could feel better. It didn’t work. He nearly killed our godfather and then he absorbed the evil in him. It turned him insane and he destroyed everything. After he completely destroyed his world, he set sight on ours. He nearly killed me and Danny.”

Superman stared wide eyed at her. “And you forgave him?”

She turned back and smiled softly. “He’s my little brother. I’d forgive him for anything. And he’s much better now. He wasn’t well before. But he’s gotten help and he made the effort. He worked hard to be a better person, but the GIW set him back. So after we finish taking care of them, we’ll take care of him.”

Superman clutched at Dan even harder, a mixture of awe and inspiration taking over him. The movement must’ve jostled him, because Dan snuffled, rubbing his fine facial hair against Superman’s neck. Superman withheld a shudder and said determinedly, “I’ll help you.”

“Hmm. Much appreciated. Could you stop snuggling my little brother now?”

Superman blushed bright red. “Oh! I’m so sorry!” He hadn’t thought she would’ve noticed.

Jazz turned her head enough to give him a disdainful look but didn’t say anything. Danny, peeking over her shoulder, opened his eyes and glared at him. Superman flushed and loosened his grip on Dan, whose expression turned disgruntled from losing warmth as he whined.

Oh dear. How embarrassing.

[whohasthecards]

Just imagining, that in a scenario where Mav adopts Hangman or realizes that Jake is his son and takes him in. And it was rough at first as they get to know one another, the growing pains and all that, but they eventually found stability, strength, and love with one another.

But one day, Hangman did something that scared the shit out of Mav, that pissed him off so badly that he starts berating Hangman, shouting and all that. Hangman and the others have never seen Mav mad often, but Mav was just so terrified.

Jake just stands there jaw clenched, as he took it all. Scared that he fucked it up for good, putting his hands behind his back to make sure that Mav doesn't see them trembling.

Eventually Mav ends with a, "What can you say for yourself, Lieutenant Seresin!?"

And Jake opens and clenches his mouth shut, like a gaping fish, brow furrowed, but eyes looking straight forward, as if he was staring at nothing or at the wall behind Mav. Looking straight ahead, yet no where at the same time.

Everyone waits with baited breathe, waiting for Hangman to fight back, retort, or snap back with snarky comments because it's Hangman.

"I'm sorry, da-" Jake audibly snapped his jaw shut, wincing, "I'm sorry Captain Mitchell, it won't happen again." Jake paused, "I'm sorry." He said the added apology quietly, but it reverberated loudly throughout the room.

Mav took a deep breathe before dismissing all of them, leaving him in the empty classroom to collapse on his desk. Wondering if he had ruined the relationship with the son he just got. Thinking if he could have handled it better. Was his son scared of him, now?

Jake's limbs was heavy as he trudged back to his apartment. He was wracked with guilt, wondering why was he so abrasive, why did he always push, push, and push. Why did he fuck up so constantly. Why was he so Hangman and why couldn't he be better?

He went through the motions of cleaning himself up after he went home and curled up in bed to just, sleep the sadness away.

Mav lugged himself into Ice's office, where his husband was working on his desk and he moves behind his chair and wraps his arms around the man, burying is face in Ice's hair, as if to hide his shame.

"What's wrong, Mav?"

"I-I think I scared, Jake," Mav mumbled. "He couldn't even call me, dad."

Ice pulls the whole story out of Mav before he tries to comfort him saying that he and Jake will work things out. How fathers and sons always will have their ups and downs. Fathers are always scared that their sons will turn out too much like them, after all. Also, they are still captain and lieutenant, Jake was probably trying to keep rank.

The last part even Ice said hesitantly, Mav was never shy about letting his kids call him what they want. Neither was Jake.

"Oh god, I-I left him, Ice, I didn't talk to him, I--"

"Shh, maybe so, but you both needed some space, you can go to him, now, bring him home." Ice said, turning to pull Mav fully in his arms. "Everything will be fine."

Mav ends up outside of Jake's housing. Ice waiting in the car, he knocks. No answer. He knocks again. No answer. He gets worried, checking back to see if Jake's car really was there. He grabs a spare key and opens the door, the apartment eerily quiet.

He never notice how bare the apartment really was, Jake always took a lot of space.

His boots were there, though, so were his car and house keys.

He walked into his son's bedroom, softening at the sight of him curled up in bed. He moved closer sitting on the edge as he ran a hand through his son's hair, frowning at the warmth emanating from the boy's forehead. Although, he did see the boy's face softened.

Jake's eyes fluttered open, blearily peering up at him, "Dad?" He asked softly tugging at Mav's heart, inspiring him to lean down and kiss his forehead.

My son.

"Hey kiddo, you good?"

Jake blinked up at the soft kiss, before the day's events came rushing back to him, "Sir I--"

"You never have to call me, sir, okay? It's fine if you don't want to call me dad," Mav said, choking out the last part. "But, you'll always be my son, even when I'm mad, or even if you are mad, you will always be my son, unless you never want to be again."

Jake stared up, suddenly fully awake before jolting up and quickly wrapping Mav in a tight hug. The angle was awkward, but Mav didn't care. His son was in his arms.

Mav tightened his hold around his boy, cradling his head on the crook of his shoulder. Hushing him softly.

"I'm sorry, dad," Jake muttered.

"It'll be okay, we're okay," Mav muttered, holding his son a bit more tighter.

[strangelysamantha]

cry ☆

jj maybank x reader.

warnings: slight hint at infidelity, break up.

summary: based on the song cry by cigarettes after sex.

a/n: short angst for you all. more stories on the way. :)

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jj held a soft smile on his lips. he looks away, taking in the scenery of the beach in front of him. you glanced away, a slight hum falling off your lips. he placed his palm on your knee, his eyes soft against your gaze, “baby?” his direct eye contact leaves you with unease. “yeah, jj?” he sighs, his chest heaving. he couldn’t control his flustered thoughts. “it's making you cry every time you give your love to me this way…” you quickly frown in response, “jj, don’t.” he gently moves your hair to the side, “shh.” he places his finger to your lips. he hesitates, continuing after a few seconds. “saying you’d wait for me to stay?” he shakes his head, “i know it hurts you, but i need to tell you something.” your eyes start to water, the sadness bubbling inside of you again. “jj, you can be better for me. you haven’t even tried.” he frowns, his eyes trained to the sand. “my heart just can’t be faithful for long.” you grab his chin, forcing him to face you. “i know you only feel that way because you’re used to everyone leaving. i’m not leaving jj, i’m not going anywhere.” he sighs, “i swear ill only make you cry.” your eyes are glossy, your heart racing. “jj, please.” his eyes are cold, a slight red tint to his cheeks. the sun setting ahead, casting a hue. “i just don’t want to be tied down.” you nod, “why do you keep hurting me?” your words affect him heavily, a twinge of guilt settles in the bottom of his stomach. the idea of officially loosing you sinks in. he closes his eyes; you stare at him in confusion. “talk to me, please.” you urge, desperate for answers. he is silent, lost in his own head. you sigh, a part of you wanted to comfort him, give him support. you resented yourself for still caring about him. you stay silent, kindly setting your hand in his, the feeling of your fingers catch him off guard, but he relaxes under your touch. “maybe id change for you someday.” he lets go of your hand, finding a shell to fidget with instead. “but, i can’t help the way i feel.” you nod, silent from his confession. “wish i was good.” you roll your eyes, but it goes unnoticed by jj. “you can be good jj.” he sighs, “i wish that i could give you my love now.” you let out an awkward airy laugh, “right person, wrong time?” he offers a half smile for your comment. “something like that, yeah?” you nod. he questions you, “does this ruin everything between us?” you look forward, watching the waves crash against each other. “i don’t know.” you slowly stand up. you use your hands to dust the sand off of you. “stay safe jj.” he watches you walk away, his head swarmed with thoughts. he sits silently on the beach, once you are out of view, tears slip through his tough exterior.

[yan-lorkai]

Hello! I have a story request:

Undertaker (Black Butler) x Ciels sister!reader where maybe during the Campana arc reader kinda helps Ut. Like, maybe the fact that the dead are going to turn into zombies is almost revealed because (for example) a zombie breaks out of their coffin already, so reader lures it back? Idk. I just really want to read about the reader helping Ut because she wants to see him happy and smile and whatnot (I always get so happy when Ut laughs). Seeing as this would be yandere maybe reader is also just a bit obsessed with Ut? Not full blown yandere, just slightly codependent obsession?

Thank you! (Thank you if you do write it. If you don't write it then thank you for all your other wonderful stories)

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/n: This was a bit tricky considering the second part of your request, which I couldn't make it fit here, so I'm just mentioning rather than showing. Overall, I hope you enjoy it. Undertaker is always a delight to write to.

The night was heavy with tension, the air thick with the scent of incense and something far less holy - much heavier, as rotten blood and stitched limbs. The Campania’s lavish halls were brimming with the murmurs, laughters and music, all unaware of the dark secret that writhed below the surface - bodies resting in coffins, waiting for the signal to rise and attack.

Amidst this carefully constructed chaos, you stood near the back of the room, your eyes subtly darting from side to side, scanning for any signs of trouble. You had been on edge since Undertaker had whispered his plan to you, a smile playing on his lips, as if this entire twisted game was no more than a grand performance he had orchestrated.

And yet, when he had explained what he needed to do, you could see the glint of madness, the excitement in his eyes that had sent a chill down your spine. But it was that same glint you couldn’t resist, the way his eyes seemed to light up, the way he smiled that you jumped right onto his plan without him needing to ask you to.

It wasn't supposed to be like this.

There was a shuffling sound, barely perceptible, and you stiffened, your hand clenching around the fan you held. Glancing around, your gaze quickly fell toward the source. One of the coffins was rocking slightly, the lid shifting as something within struggled to break free. Panic surged through you; this was too early.

The guests would see, and everything would unravel. Undertaker’s plan would be ruined.

Quickly, you moved closer, slipping past the other coffins with practiced ease. You reached the coffin just as the lid burst open, and a decaying hand clawed its way out, grasping at the air. The corpse’s eyes were wide, empty, and hungry, a sight that would have sent anyone else running in terror. But not you. You had seen far worse, working alongside Undertaker for a few months now.

You had heard Undertaker’s tales, his gentle whispers of how he had perfected this experiment, how it was all leading to this moment. You knew the lengths he would go to for his morbid fascination. And you loved the dreamy look on his eyes, even if you didn't quite understood what he planed to achieve with that.

With a calm that surprised even yourself, you stepped forward, positioning yourself between the coffin and the rest of the room. “Shh, shh… it's alright, dearie.” You whispered softly, your voice barely audible over the murmurs of conversation and the soft strains of the orchestra.

The zombie's head jerked towards you, its movements stiff and unnatural, but you didn’t flinch. Instead, you slowly extended your hand, letting it grasp at your fingers, and gently guided it back down. “I know you’re restless and confused, but you need to wait just a little longer,” you continued, almost as if you were speaking to a child. “Go back, and I promise you’ll be able to stretch your legs soon.”

“Well, aren’t you a brave little thing?” He drawled, his voice low, a touch of amusement lacing his tone as he gently caressed your cheek with a soft touch. “I must say, I didn’t expect my sweet little assistant to take matters into her own hands.”

With surprising compliance, the creature obeyed, retreating back into its dark confinement. You gently closed the lid, making sure it was secure, and let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. You could not be afraid, yet it was terrifying to speak with a dead being.

Turning back, you found yourself face-to-face with Undertaker, his lips curved into a wide, knowing grin.

You felt your cheeks heating up, but you couldn’t help but return his smile, even if just a little. “I couldn’t let your plan fall apart,” you said, keeping your voice light, though your heart was still pounding. “Besides, I know how much this means to you… I couldn’t stand to see you disappointed.”

Your breath hitched as his fingers lingered against your skin, the touch affectionate. The rest of the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in the dim light. “I’m not afraid because I want to see you happy,” you admitted quietly, averting your gaze, afraid to see his reaction. “I know how you are when you’re excited, and… I like it.”

Undertaker’s grin widened, and he took a step closer, his gloved fingers brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. “Oh, my dear, always so considerate, always thinking about me,” he murmured, his eyes gleaming with something you couldn’t quite place.

“You know, you’re quite the enigma yourself. So delicate, yet so fearless when it comes to helping me play with my little experiments. Are not afraid of them? Of me?”

Undertaker’s eyes softened, and for a moment, his grin melted into something more tender, more genuine. He tilted your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze, and the look he gave you was almost reverent. “You’re quite the fascinating creature yourself, little dove.”

His voice barely above a whisper. “Always so eager to please, even when you should be running the other way. I wonder… do you even realize what you’re getting yourself into?”

You knew you should have been afraid, but instead, you felt a warmth spreading through your chest. There was something almost intoxicating about the way he looked at you, as if you were the only person in the world who could understand him, who could share in his dark, twisted delight.

“I don’t care,” you replied softly, your voice steady. “As long as I’m with you, I don’t care what happens.”

Undertaker chuckled, the sound low and rich, and he leaned in, his lips brushing against your temple. “Then I suppose it’s a good thing you’ve already chosen your side, my dear,” he murmured, his breath warm against your skin. “After all, there’s no turning back now… and I do so love having you by my side. I won't let you get away now, not even if your little brother found us out, not even if the whole world goes up in flames, you're my pretty assistant."

As you stood there, locked in Undertaker’s gaze, you realized you didn’t mind the darkness that surrounded him. In fact, it was that very darkness that drew you in, binding you to him in a way you couldn’t quite explain.

A smug smile grew on your lips. "Good to know because I'm not planning to let anyone separate us."

And as the night continued, you found yourself more certain than ever that you would do whatever it took to keep that smile on his face, even if it meant dancing along the edge of madness with him.

[bigmusclenm]

Give or Take - Part 7

[Story Collection] | [Part 6] [●] [Part 8🔵]

Once Bryce had settled the new changes to Mason’s stats, the world restarted, and he could only smile at the sight of his enormous roommate sitting in the middle of the room with his 4-foot-long dick fully hard. Bryce looked at the note in his hand and pondered for a few seconds if he should do something about it. Looking at the destroyed door frame, Bryce pondered his options to fix it and prevent Mason from destroying the entire apartment. But as his mind ran miles a second, his eyes fell on Mason’s magnificent body again, and he couldn’t resist the guy’s charming smile among the mountains of muscle.

“So… Will you give me a hand with this or... Bryce? Are you okay?” Mason said, looking at his roommate with concern. “Is there something wrong? Does it have something to do with the paper in your hand?” Mason asked while rubbing his dick against his enormous pecs.

Bryce repeatedly blinked as he came to and then looked down at the note in his hand. “No, I think... Everything’s great. We’ll talk about the note later.” Bryce placed the note on the couch and started quickly undressing. With his massive muscles, it was somewhat difficult to take his clothes off, but Mason was enjoying the show.

“What are you doing? You really need to get bigger clothes. You know that, right?” Mason laughed as Bryce’s polo shirt got stuck due to his thick lats. “Wait, isn’t that my polo shirt? Why do you insist on wearing my clothes when you’ve always been much bigger than me?” Mason laughed again and then heard the fabric of the polo shirt giving up and tearing at the seams.

“Damn it! Well, at least you don’t need it anymore. It doesn’t fit you,” Bryce said as he removed the ruined shirt from his broad upper body. Taking his pants and underwear off was almost as challenging, but he managed without incident.

Mason stared in awe as Bryce undressed. “Don’t take this as a complaint because I love seeing you naked, but... could you explain to me why you are getting naked right now? This morning, you...” Mason said but was interrupted by Bryce.

With impressive grace and speed, considering his weight and size, Bryce turned around and ran over the few feet that separated him from Mason, and, in a strange performance of a football tackle, he jumped over Mason to get on top of him. Even though Mason outweighed Bryce by over 600 pounds, he lost his balance and fell backward on the floor, causing the entire apartment and furniture to shake violently. Mason’s eyes got wide open as he felt Bryce’s big body moving on top of him and caressing his massive dick.

“I know what I said this morning, but... you made me realize something that I can’t deny anymore,” Bryce said as he caressed Mason’s pecs and kissed them repeatedly.

“Explain further, please. I’m super confused here,” Mason said, looking at Bryce playing around on top of his pecs while also teasing his dick. “But... don’t stop any of this. I only need some explanation,” Mason added as Bryce started rubbing circles around his nipples.

“Well, it’s just that... You’re the biggest and strongest man on Earth. Your muscles are so perfect. Every inch of your body is perfect. I can’t think of anyone else as hot as you.” Bryce moved closer to Mason’s face, who still looked confused by the sudden change in his roommate’s attitude toward him.

“Well, thanks… but I…” Mason said, but Bryce placed his index finger on his mouth to make him stop.

“Shh… I haven’t finished. You’re the hottest man that has ever existed, but it’s not only because you’re this big,” Bryce said, leaning forward to get his face as close as possible to Mason’s. They could feel each other’s breaths, making Mason pant with anticipation. “But you’re also the sweetest, the cutest, and the most loving person I’ve ever known, and now I realize you never treated me as badly as I treated you.”

Mason’s massive chest rose and fell rapidly as his breathing became shallow. “No, I mean, you weren’t bad. I only…” Mason tried to talk, but Bryce’s index finger stopped him again.

“You’re only perfect, and now I just realized I love you. I’ve been jealous because you grew bigger than me, but now that you’re so much bigger, I get to appreciate how sweet and cute you are. No matter your size, I love what’s inside,” Bryce said, caressing Mason’s face.

“What are you talking about?” Mason managed to say as he felt Bryce’s legs rubbing his dick.

“I wish you could understand everything,” Bryce said, passionately kissing Mason’s lips.

Mason was confused for a few seconds, but as he understood that Bryce was finally accepting his feelings and corresponding with his love, he let himself go in the best making-out session he could’ve ever wished for. Bryce’s lips felt fantastic, and for Mason, having his roommate’s entire body on top made him feel like the luckiest guy on Earth. He tried to bend his arms to hug Bryce, but his enormous biceps didn’t let him. However, he managed to get his hands on Bryce’s hips and started kneading his big ass.

While they kissed and caressed each other’s bodies, Bryce remembered everything that had happened since the night he met the cloaked man in the dark alley. He remembered each time he had given or taken size from his coworkers or random people on the streets and the many times he had messed with Mason’s body. The images of Bryce growing other people flooded his mind as warmth spread through his body.

Bryce was so entranced by his making out with Mason that he didn’t care about anything else. He completely forgot about Mr. Jasperson and the coworkers; he forgot about the mean big man he had shrunk; he only cared about Mason. Bryce’s hard dick pressed against Mason’s much bigger one, and, as the making out became more passionate, the warmth all over Bryce’s body intensified. He didn’t know what was happening outside his and Mason’s bodies, so he didn’t notice the world had stopped around them.

“The Great Gifter,” Mason mumbled between their kisses as they stopped to catch their breaths, suddenly realizing everything that had happened over the week and remembering everything more clearly. These words finally took Bryce out of his trance.

“What? What did you say? How? how do you-?” Bryce said, looking at Mason’s face with surprise.

“I saw it. I saw you in an alley. I don’t know how to explain it, but while we kissed… Was that real?” Mason looked confused.

“You... you can’t be serious? What else did you see?” Bryce asked.

“I saw you growing your coworkers, shrinking your boss, and... growing me several times. Is that what you’ve been doing? That’s how you’ve been doing it? I knew it was you. I knew it all along, but I-I…” Mason said, evidently excited.

“Calm down, calm down. I have no idea how you saw all of that, but it must be a dream or something,” Bryce said, trying to avoid telling Mason the truth.

“I know you! You’re lying, which means this is true! You are responsible for this! You got me this huge! And you did it as a punishment? Really?” Mason grinned.

“No, well, yeah. I wanted to punish you. You went to the gym, and you started gaining size, and I couldn’t add a single pound, and you looked so hot, and I was a stick...” Bryce said, but Mason leaned his head forward to kiss his lips.

“Hey… I’m not mad. You were hot as a stick, and this new body. Wow!” Mason squeezed Bryce’s ass firmly and kissed his lips again. “And I think I told you already, but I only went to the gym to be with you. I’ve had a crush on you since we met, and I’m so happy that you finally accept that you feel the same,” Mason said, kissing Bryce’s lips again.

“You goofy giant,” Bryce said, kissing Mason back while rubbing his body against the massive dick.

They enjoyed a brief making-out session, but as Bryce glanced at the room, he finally realized the world had stopped, and looking up, he saw Mason’s stats above them. However, Mason still moved and seemed to notice something was wrong. Both guys looked around, trying to figure out what was happening. Mason had no idea why everything was frozen, and Bryce couldn’t understand why Mason could move.

“This is what happens when you grow other people, right? I saw it,” Mason said, looking up and seeing his own stats in the air. “Wow! 1,000 pounds? What does the +500 mean? Wait, did you give me 500 pounds today? Really? Are you crazy?” Mason said, unable to hide his excited smile.

Bryce stayed silent for a few seconds, trying to find a way to explain to Mason how the give-or-take process worked, but seeing the excitement in the big guy’s face made it all easier. Bryce restarted the world and gave Mason a short but complicated explanation about how his own body grew or shrank depending on how much size he gave or took. Mason smiled all along and continued caressing Bryce’s body up and down.

By the time Bryce had told Mason all the details about his powers and how he had been using them, several hours had passed, and they had fully embraced the newfound connection between them. Something had changed between them, and it caused Mason to become fully aware of everything related to the Great Gifter’s power. It seemed like their shared love had given Mason a bit of the power—not to use it, but at least to know what was happening.

“So, I can say... you did this to me,” Mason said, still lying on the floor, with Bryce resting on top of him, caressing his massive dick and huge pecs.

“Don’t make it sound like I got you pregnant,” Byrce said, chuckling and playfully punching Mason’s massive pec. “But, yeah, I did this to you. I wanted to see you struggling and freaking out, and you freaked out a lot.”

“And you can’t blame me. I outgrew my clothes! Oh, and your attitude was so confusing. Even now, I’m not sure if I should believe all this act,” Mason said, chuckling and playfully bouncing his pecs to tease Bryce.

“Hey! I’m finally being honest, and you don’t trust me,” Bryce said, making Mason raise one eyebrow. “Okay, okay. I know it was confusing, but I was confused. I didn’t know how to feel about you, and then you got so huge and so hot... I mean, hotter than you already were, so... Is there something I can do to make it up to you?” Bryce asked. Immediately, the two of them heard Mason’s stomach growling in hunger.

“A huge dinner for your guinea pig would help your case,” Mason said, winking at Bryce and leaning forward to kiss him. “You did this to me, so you have to take good care of me. And after dinner, you still have to give me a hand with my hard-on. That’s the least you can do,” Mason said as his massive dick throbbed.

“Okay, I can do that. But we’ll do it in your room. You’re not flooding our living room.” Bryce moved off Mason’s body and slowly walked into their kitchen.

While Bryce cooked, they continued talking about the results of Bryce’s powers, and the more Mason heard about the topic, the more excited he looked about getting even larger himself. Bryce never expected Mason to get so excited about growing even more, but eventually, as Bryce fed him, Mason convinced Bryce to add 500 more pounds to his already enormous frame. Bryce was hesitant about it, especially considering the note he had found earlier, but staring at Mason’s smile and bright eyes, he couldn’t say no.

“The bigger you get me, the more stuck I’ll be, so you’ll have me only for yourself,” Mason said, sealing the deal. Immediately, the world stopped while they shared another kiss.

****

Bryce woke up the following morning on top of a much bigger Mason but with a much bigger body himself. Mason weighed 2,000 pounds, so his massive body occupied most of the available space in Bryce’s room. His towering form had grown to 8’0” tall. His dick was fully-hard, standing at 6’ long, and his balls were bigger than yoga balls. Mason’s cum covered the entire room, along with a two-foot-deep pool of cum.

Bryce smiled when he saw the scene because, even though he tried to avoid the flooding of his room, Mason’s sweetness and horniness had been too much to resist. The memory of the many times Mason came buckets the night before flooded Bryce’s mind. The memory of Mason moaning and asking for more was intoxicating for Bryce, but he knew he couldn’t let himself get lost in lust and passion; he needed to go to work.

Bryce carefully got off Mason’s body and made his way out of the room. Since his door was broken, the flooding continued into the living room and a part of the kitchen. Bryce realized they had to do something before Mason flooded the entire building with his enormous loads. But he didn’t have time to think of a plan to fix that because he needed to go to work. He was eager to see his coworkers and boss but still had to find something to wear to work.

Bryce’s body had grown to 6’3” tall and 605 pounds of muscle, leaving him some struggles to move through the apartment and no options for clothes to wear. His thighs were enormous, so he had to waddle. His upper body was heavy, with hugely bulging pecs that obscured part of his view. His soft dick was 14.5 inches long, and Bryce knew it doubled in size when hard. His balls were as big as basketballs, making it extra difficult for him to think of a plan to get dressed.

Additionally, the furniture and most of his clothes were covered in a thick layer of cum. He wandered around the apartment for a few minutes, trying to find something to wear. Finally, he picked up a bed sheet to simulate a Greek toga. Using some creativity, Bryce managed to cover most of his upper body, and the sheet fell over his massive body, hiding everything but still showcasing the shape and size of his dick and balls. It wasn’t ideal, but Bryce had no other option.

Barely fitting through the apartment’s front door, Bryce managed to walk out of the building and into the streets. With each passing second, he felt more comfortable about his unusual outfit and new size. However, many people stared at him, making Bryce feel nervous. He couldn’t expect anyone to ignore the tall muscle beast, especially considering Mason had walked down those streets in a similar outfit just a few days before.

Thinking about Mason made Bryce’s dick throb under the toga, briefly forming an obscene tent that made some guys gasp in awe. He knew he was drawing too much attention, but at the same time, his confidence grew with each step he took. People stopped their walks when he passed by, and others even collided against walls or other people because they were distracted by the massive man wearing only a sheet.

Then, as he arrived at his job, Bryce found the office empty. He checked the clock and realized he was 2 minutes late, so the office shouldn’t have been empty. Then, his supervisor walked in with four security guards, who looked tiny next to Bryce. The concern on their faces was evident, but there was also a bit of shock due to Bryce’s outfit.

“I know it must be difficult for a man your size to find fitting clothes, but this attire isn’t appropriate for this office. However, we have worse things to worry about,” the supervisor said, looking worried. “Your coworkers and your boss are at the hospital. Gary, Paxton, and Wilson claim to have swelled overnight, and Vincent says he shrank overnight. I have no idea what’s wrong with them, but it seems like they’re all delusional. Also, I saw reports on the news about many other men with similar cases. They say they have grown or shrunk, but doctors can’t find anything abnormal in their bodies. Some people even think they’re all losing their minds and that it’s contagious. We have four employees from the same department in the hospital, so that’s a possibility.”

“Maybe… Maybe… they are only confused,” Bryce said, evidently nervous because he knew who the other reports were about.

“Doctors are relating this... confusion with men who are particularly big, just like you,” the supervisor said with a firm tone. “Which means I have orders to take you to the hospital. They’re putting all these men in quarantine, and they want you there as well.” The supervisor lifted his phone and showed Bryce the news reports and videos of the men he had grown or shrunk, all locked in hospital rooms.

“No, no, no, I’m fine. I’m not delusional. I didn’t grow overnight. You can’t take me there,” Bryce said, stepping backward and thinking about Mason. He couldn’t let them put him in quarantine because he had to take care of Mason.

“You’re legally obliged to follow our instructions. And considering the entire city might be in danger... for some reason, please cooperate,” the supervisor said, but Bryce couldn’t listen anymore; he only cared about keeping Mason’s size a secret.

Without saying anything else, Bryce stomped toward the supervisor and the security guards, tackling them and pushing them out of the way. He quickly ran through the halls and back into the streets. For a brief moment, he wondered if he was overreacting. But he didn’t want anyone using him or Mason as guinea pigs for experiments, so he had to escape and find a way to hide Mason.

Bryce ran out of the building and continued toward the apartment, only thinking about protecting Mason. He didn’t even notice the “toga” had fallen from his body only a block away from his job, so he ran through the streets, fully naked, giving everybody a hot—and shocking—show. Most people knew about the reports on the news, so they only moved out of the way when they saw the Hulk running toward them. The ground trembled, and some alarms were activated, but Bryce didn’t stop because he needed to check if Mason was alright.

However, when he arrived at his apartment, he found a destroyed wall where his front door used to be. The rooms were still flooded, the living room was a white sticky mess, and Mason wasn’t there. The place was empty, and as Bryce stepped into the pool of cum, trying to think of another plan to find Mason, he heard several people running toward him. He heard men calling his name, but he could only think about Mason, feeling guilty for whatever had happened to him.

...

[katamaricule]

Ha, sorry to burst into your ask box from nowhere, but I saw your explainer post for DMBJ come across my dash (very helpful!), and I was wondering something random. A year ago I watched the movie The Mystic Nine: Qing Shan Hai Tang because it had Zhu Zanjin in it, but I did not have access to a version with subtitles, hence it was very confusing for many reasons (Zhu Zanjin was still great though lol). I was wondering where this movie fits in with the other parts of the series if you know? I see DMBJ around a lot and I am curious!

I can answer this one!

But before I do: There are subtitles now! iQiyi has the whole thing, so if you'd like to watch that beautiful man be a beautiful opera singer again, well, now you can do so while being less confused. Well, okay, slightly less confused. I'll get to that in a minute.

Back to your question: The movie is set several years before the Mystic Nine drama/book story begins. It's the tale of how Zhang Qishan and Er Yuehong (that would be Zhu Zanjin) met, as by the time the Mystic Nine itself starts, they're clearly old friends. If you've watched this movie, you have seen about the earliest filmed thing in the DMBJ timeline (flashbacks notwithstanding).

However.

The Mystic Nine: Qing Shan Hai Tang is an original story that does not use specific content from the novels for its source material. As such, it both makes several claims that contradict the main series and introduces a lot of backstory elements that no one ever mentions again. It simultaneously expects you are already familiar with these characters and assumes you know nothing so it can just tell you random shit with impunity.

This, by the way, is not unique to this movie. All DMBJ installments are done by different production teams, and all of them have to make up stuff to fill in various gaps/satisfy content standards for Chinese television. Therefore, every series and related movie will have some amount of its content directly contradicted by at least one other series or related movie. It's not like you picked some uniquely terrible starting point that will ruin you for everything else. They're all uniquely terrible, each in their own way. That's the DMBJ promise!

I return to my theory that the best way to understand every DMBJ installment and its various, uh, unique claims about the canon is to regard every story as being told by a different semi-unreliable narrator. So maybe it helps if you think of this movie as Fo Ye doing a double-take, like, sorry, did you just say there was a magical tattooed assassin? and eternal drama queen Er Ye going, shh, handsome, I'm narrating our meet-cute my way.

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Cold Comforts: Cracking Ice

I imagine that you get a lot of asks so apologies if this one adds to an endless list of them. I have this sanders sides concept in mind where Patton was not the one who caused the original creativity to split nor was Patton morality during this time and it was Logan; but because Janus had left before it occured and Virgil, Remus, and Roman didnt really exist yet, no one knows about this. But because Janus can pick up on lies (including lies of omission), he quickly pieces together the truth. No idea how you'd work that into a story of any kind (if that was something you would want to do), just thought it would be neat to at least share. ax3-e0n

hey !! i don't have a super specific request, but i'd love some qpr content from you if you don't mind !! any ship is fine, but i love qpr dukeceit, analogical, and moxiety ^^ - anon

I really loved Cold Comforts (that fight did break me but in the best way possible) and I would love to know what happens in the aftermath. Like how do they actually reconcile and make up for what was said? - anon

Read on Ao3 Part 1

Warnings: self-esteem issues, implied/referenced rsd

Pairings: none

Word Count: 3293

    At first, there is elation.

Roman blinks awake in the ruined corpse of a dying tower, covered in cobwebs and layers of dust. He blinks, bits of it falling into his eyes. A phantom warmth rests on his cheeks and in his befuddled state, he thinks it might be the sun.

"Shh, little one," he hears from eons away, "it's alright. I'm here now."

He blinks again and the phantom warmth grows stronger, coalescing itself into hands on his face, thumbs gently stroking his tears away. He's still crying, lips still trying to form comforts from nothing. He blinks again and the blob in front of him focuses.

"L-Logan?"

"Hello, little one," Logan whispers, "it's okay. I'm here now."

Here.

Hands. Warm hands. Warm hands on his face, cupping it like it's something precious, like he's something precious. Warm hands that brush away his tears and a warmer voice that says it's okay. I'm here now.

"You're here?" His voice, cracked and dusty from overuse. "Y-you're really here?"

"Yes," says Logan, smiling and reaching up to run his fingers through Roman's hair, "I'm here. I'm really here. And so are you."

"Don't do that, Princey," comes another voice, one that appears over the edge of the shell too, "you scared the shit out of us."

"Language, mister," comes yet another, "but he's right, kiddo. You really scared us, there."

"Being scary is my schtick, Ro-Bro," says yet another, "don't do it without me."

And, just when Roman's heart feels fit to burst, the last voice sighs and reaches into the shell too. "Not that this isn't very touching, but I think we'd all be better off outside this very scary tower with no stairs."

He blinks dumbly as yellow-gloved hands reach for him, fitting carefully around his shoulders and gently pulling him to sit upright. Logan's hands shift down to his elbows, helping to get him out of the dust-caked blankets. His head pounds. He feels dizzy.

"Slow, you jerks," Virgil's voice mutters, "he's just been like that for who knows how long and he's been crying."

"Here," Logan says softly, only for Roman's ears, "lean on me. I've got you."

And oh, isn't that surreal, to have Logan's arms wrap around him and be leaned against a broad chest, to have another set of hands at his back and to be helped down from his dusty perch. His limbs feel discombobulated, disconnected, and he flails a few times before he figures out how to hold on too. Logan is patient with him, though, and helps him over to a chair that Remus conjures and sits him to face the sun.

"Here," says Patton, handing him a glass of water, "try and drink that, okay, sweetheart?"

Oh, he realizes belatedly, I'm being taken care of.

At first, there is elation.

They came. They actually came. They wanted to find him and so they searched for him, they found their way up a tower that he did not design to be found. They sought after him because they noticed he was gone and so they chose to come and find him. They are here because he was not there.

At first, there is elation.

Then, there is only dread.

They're going to want to know what happened. He's going to have to explain what happened. They're going to want to know what happened and why he ran so far away and why he started to fade and all of this is going to go away. He's going to have to tell them about the argument and all of the horrible things he said and he's going to watch all of this care fade away into disappointment.

Because they will be. Disappointed.

Roman, you never learn.

Roman, we've been over this.

Roman, you know better.

Roman, how could you be so cruel? Roman, you should think about the things you say before you say them. Roman, I expected better from you. Roman, you're supposed to be better than this. Roman, Roman, Roman, will you ever stop being a disappointment?

This, right now, this is the last he will be able to have this comfort with no strings attached. It will be the last time he's able to ask for something and have it be given, the last time he can feel as though they're doing it because they want to.

And even now, he can hear their voices.

That's such a mean way to think about it, Roman. I wish you wouldn't think we don't know what we're doing when we comfort you. What, did you think it was just something we did?

And, how selfish of you, Roman, that you wouldn't tell us what happened because you thought we wouldn't want to comfort you after we knew what you'd done. Maybe you should have told us right away, then we wouldn't have this problem in the first place. Logan was right.

And, this is emotionally abusive, Roman, you know that, right? Being so dramatic and playing the victim and guilt-tripping like this even though you did something wrong too. Manipulating us like this is wrong. You know it's wrong. We'd be more inclined to forgive you if you weren't being so awful about admitting that you're hurt by something.

They're here and they came and Roman wants nothing more than to run away again.

"Whatever you're thinking," Remus's voice cuts in, "stop it. Stop being mean to my brother."

Roman startles and a moment later, he has a lapful of Remus. Remus buries his nose in the crook of his neck and squeezes tightly, their hearts pressed against each other's ribcages. It's uncomfortable, it's awkward, and Roman loves it.

"I was so scared," comes the whispered confession, "when you started Fading. I thought I was gonna lose you again."

"I'm sorry, Re, I didn't mean to, I swear—"

"I know, Roro, I know."

"I just—I had to go—"

"Easy," Virgil's low voice rumbles, a hand settling on his shoulder, "breathe, bud. It's okay. You're okay. Remus isn't mad at you."

"Y-you're not?"

"No, Roro, I'm not mad at you."

The part of Roman's brain that isn't screaming softwarmsafebrothercomfort shies away at the way Remus says you.

Right.

In the way a soldier dons his armor before a fatal fight, Roman takes a deep breath and carefully pats Remus's thigh. Remus lets him go, confusion written on his features as Roman stands up and begins to lower the tower's room to the ground. It settles on the earth with a low rumble and one of the walls finally caves, leading out into a familiar field of rolling grass. He walks out into the sunshine, the warmth settling over him like boulders. He allows himself one more moment to clutch his hand to his side before he turns and faces his executioners.

"I'm sorry," he begins, "for being so dramatic. I didn't mean to Fade and while I know that doesn't change anything, and I'm not trying to use it as an excuse, I hope that the knowledge that it wasn't done purposefully makes it a little better. It might be wrong of me to hope that, but…I do. I didn't mean to affect the videos or Thomas or anything of that nature, and you have my deepest and sincerest apologies that I let my—my tantrum get this bad."

He looks at Logan. His hands twinge in pain.

"Logan, I apologize for wasting your time. I apologize for being unreasonable and bull-headed and ignorant. I didn't mean it when I said you weren't useful and I didn't mean to imply that you don't know what you're doing. I know I can come off as arrogant and overconfident and I'm sorry. I've been trying to work on it but clearly, I haven't been trying hard enough. I'll do better. I promise."

With a heavy heart, he glances over at Remus.

"And I know…I know you weren't there, but I'm sorry to you too. I—at one point during the argument, I called you a menace and nothing but a problem to be vanquished. I'm sorry."

Remus stares at him. "Ro, you don't have to apologize to me for shit. I know I'm a menace, that's my whole fucking point. And you definitely don't have to apologize for being hurt. You just said you didn't do any of this shit on purpose and I know you. I know you'd—well, you'd rather kill yourself than destroy Thomas's videos and the Imagination. Don't apologize for being hurt, okay?"

"But I—"

"But nothing," Janus says smoothly, "you were hurt, sweetie. And we didn't make you feel like you could come to us. That's not your fault."

"None of us were there for the argument," Patton adds, "so we can't judge that part of it, but you don't have to apologize to us for the rest. You're—you're okay, sweetheart."

"You're dramatic," Virgil says, hands in his pockets, "but at least you're honest about it."

Janus scoffs something that sounds suspiciously like honesty's overrated but Roman's focused on Logan.

Logan, who's watching him carefully, so carefully, slowly reaches up and adjusts his glasses. "Roman, I…"

He trails off before he can finish his sentence. A lump appears in Roman's throat and he swallows, bowing his head and waiting for the blows to strike. He'll take them, he will, whatever comes with what Logan will say. He'll do it right this time, just accept them and nod and try to move on with it. He'll lick his wounds on his own in his room like a reasonable person and everything will be fine.

"Wow," he hears Remus scoff, "you really made him fucking perfect, didn't you? Bowing his head waiting for absolution and everything."

"What? What the heck are you on about, Remus?"

"This. This, his whole 'Good Creativity' thing."

"Yeah, I got that much, why're you saying we did it?"

"The Split. The whole get-the-bad-out, leave-the-good deal. The reason Thomas has two Creativities. I'm all the stuff you didn't want and so there he is with all the stuff you do."

There's a pause. Part of Roman wants to raise his head and see what's going on but he forces himself to wait.

"Remus," Janus rebukes with a gentleness reserved for only his partners, "the Split wasn't done so neatly. It wasn't like parts were selected for each of you."

"Yeah," Patton says, "and also, I didn't happen until after the Split. I think Thomas's whole Morality thing started in the aftermath of it. I wasn't around when it happened."

"I remember it," Virgil says, "but that's only 'cause J brought you and me in when we were all really little and he'd, like, just left. It was me, you, and J trying to figure stuff out and then Logan had Patton and Roman."

"Oh. Shit. Sorry, I, uh…"

"No, it's okay. We don't really know a lot about the Split anyways."

"You're all good, bud. Hey, whoa, c'mere."

There's the telltale rustling of someone being pulled into a hug and Roman knows Janus and Virgil have wrapped their arms around Remus. His heart screams for a moment in envious rage before he stamps it out with equal fervor. He's thankful Remus has two attentive and supportive partners, and he'd sooner fall on his sword than take it away from him.

He knows what that's like.

"Roman," Logan's voice comes from in front of him, much closer in front of him, "Roman, I'm sorry."

He raises his head, heart in his throat, as Logan reaches out and cups his face again.

"I'm sorry too," he says again, "I didn't—I shouldn't have said that you were unwanted. Or that you weren't capable of seeing reason. Or any of it, none of it's true. I just—I was so angry. I wanted to hurt you."

He swallows. "You did."

"I know. I know I did, Roman, I know I hurt you, little one. I—I'm sorry I hurt you. You're not unwanted, I promise. I want you. I want you quite badly."

The earnest way Logan says it threatens tears at the corners of his eyes. "I'm sorry too."

Logan smiles, his own eyes slightly wet. "I forgive you, little one, I forgive you."

Relief sags through him and his legs almost buckle, smile breathless as he stares at Logan. It's okay, it's okay, it's all okay. Logan chuckles, letting him go, a familiar teasing grin taking shape as he ruffles Roman's hair.

The sudden release of the dread is almost strong enough to make him miss the way Janus is squinting at Logan's back.

"J-Janus? What's wrong?"

Janus's mouth presses into a thin line and he carefully extricates himself from Remus and Virgil, not taking his eyes off of Logan. "There are three types of lies."

Logan stiffens.

"Lies of commission, which are outright fabrications," he continues, walking closer, "lies of character, and lies of omission."

"Uh, okay?"

"Logan," and Roman wants to flinch at how cold Janus sounds right now, "you're lying."

Virgil scoffs. "What, he's lying about being sorry?"

"No, he's lying about the Split."

"He didn't say anything about the—oh, I see. I get where you're going now."

"Roman," Logan says, looking back up at him, "Roman, it's okay. We're okay, now, I'm sorry."

He reaches for him but Roman edges back. "What is Janus talking about?"

"Roman, I'm sorry—"

"What is he talking about?"

"Yeah, Logan," Remus says, making Logan whirl around, "what is he talking about?"

"Our dear darling Logan," Janus says, taking a step closer, "is withholding what he knows about the Split. Which is interesting, because as you'll recall, the Split happened after I'd left, before Virgil was formed enough to have sentience, and before Patton manifested. And, of course, before either of the twins existed."

Virgil frowns. "Wait, but that means that Logan, you…"

He trails off and his eyes widen as the implications of what Janus is saying sink in.

"…Logan?" Patton sounds small. "What do you know about the Split?"

"I—" Logan turns around and faces Roman again— "I didn't mean it, I'm sorry, it wasn't—I didn't—please, just listen to me—"

"Oh, we're all listening," Remus growls, "and why're you only talking to Roman? Did you forget I got Split too? Or are you all too happy that happened?"

"That's not what I meant, I didn't—no, that's not why I—" Logan glances frantically at Remus then back to Roman— "just hear me out—"

"You've said that a few times," Virgil says, voice hardening, "and you've yet to actually say anything."

"Roman—"

"Don't fucking talk to him!"

Logan flinches at the force of Remus's shout. Remus forces Logan to turn around, getting right into his face.

"Talk to me," he roars, "tell me what you thought you were doing, tell me why you won't look at me!"

"Because it worked with you!"

Silence.

Remus staggers back from Logan like he's been stabbed, Virgil already standing between them.

"I…I didn't know it would Split," Logan says shakily, "I—I just talked to Creativity and I—I said—"

He swallows.

"I said that there were parts of him that were liked and parts that weren't. And that it…it made sense for them to be…be…"

"Be what," Virgil asks when Logan doesn't finish.

"…be separated," he says weakly, "but I just meant that he should know the difference! Not that he should Split!"

"Oh, Logan," Patton mumbles, "what did you do?"

"What did you mean," Janus asks sharply, "when you said it 'worked' with Remus?"

"Creativity asked what—what the bad parts of him were and so I said that people didn't like when he was loud and messy and scary and then when I—when I came back the next day, there was a—"

Logan's breath catches and he swallows.

"I was only a child, I didn't know that this would mean—"

"There was a what?"

"…a baby. A baby Side on a rock that had been wrapped in a black and green blanket."

Janus's breath catches next. His hand finds its way to Remus. "That's how I found you. You still have that blanket."

"He—Creativity was still there when I got there but he was—he was Fading. He was almost completely transparent, and he asked me if—what I would do with the parts of him I didn't want."

"So you just fucking left me?"

"I was a child! I was panicking, I didn't know what to do, I told him I didn't know what to do, but then he kept on getting more and more frantic, asking me what I was going to do with you and he—he fell apart!" Logan's hands fly up to tangle in his hair. "He fell apart and shimmered and—and when it was over…"

His hands slowly leave his hair as he turns to look over his shoulder.

"Roman," Patton finishes, "when it was over, there was Roman. You Split Creativity into Bad and Not Bad and what was left of Creativity when he removed all that he could label Bad was…Roman."

"No fucking wonder Princey's got so many issues."

"Roman," Logan says, turning fully to face him again, "Roman, please, I didn't know, I was—I was a child, I didn't mean it, I didn't know this was going to happen."

He reaches out, almost stumbling towards him.

"You're wanted, you're wanted, I promise, you're wanted," he rambles, "I want you, I want you, do you hear me? I want you Roman, it's okay, I want you—"

A low rumble and a thunderous crash as the remains of the tower collapse to the ground. The earth shudders.

Over Roman's shoulder, a doorway appears. The door swings open to reveal the Mindscape. Janus muffles a quiet curse as Virgil stands taller.

"C'mon," he says, urging Patton and Janus toward the door, "we gotta go."

"Just let me—"

"The Imagination is ours," comes Remus's voice, low and dangerous, "and it is somewhere you do not want to be right now."

"Logan, come on," Patton says—they've already made it through the door, "just—give them space for now."

But Logan stubbornly reaches for Roman one more time. "Roman, please. Please, little one."

Roman silently opens his arm and gestures toward the door with a blank expression.

The earth rumbles again and a deep cracking sound echoes off of distant cliffs.

Logan swallows and goes to the door. Roman doesn't turn to watch him. His gaze doesn't move from the middle distance until the door shuts and vanishes.

Then he opens his mouth and screams.

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mortal Kombat high school au part-1

(credit to @eemr1000 for inspiring me and @bloody-arty-myths for helping me)

The beginning of a new era (Rewritten)

No one pov

It was a bright summer morning in America everyone was awake in the morning getting ready for their day some were still asleep because they were too lazy to get up or they were skipping their job or school.

A girl was asleep by her desk with papers scattered over and books fallen on the ground creating a mess some ancient scrolls were on the book shelves the girl was asleep peacefully as her room was a mess except for her bed which was completely made and her night stand had cans of coffee.

"Hatsune wake up or else I'll leave without you!!!" A shout from a boy came from downstairs hatsune woke up with a paper stuck on her cheek she took it off and rushed to the bathroom "I'm coming in a sec kenshi!" Hatsune shouted.

Hatsune had gotten ready and she put her dark brown hair in a half up and half down with a small braid in the back she had pale skin and red eyes and she wore a baggy red sweater with black jeans and brown boots that were almost till her knees.

She went downstairs to the kitchen to see her friend kenshi wrapping sandwiches in a red food wrapper setting them in the kitchen counter.

He had black hair with black eyes and peach skin he wore a red jacket over a white t-shirt with blue jeans and brown shoes "I made you your chicken sandwich" Kenshi said "thanks kenshi!" Hatsune said as she took her sandwich it was in a loaf bread with tomatoes, onions, lettuce and yellow capsicum the chicken was cut into pieces and it was covered in mayonnaise and ketchup.

Hatsune was grateful for kenshi cooking food in the morning it was their routine he would cook in the mornings she would cook in the night they lived in a two story house in a quiet neighborhood they were both orphans who grew up together in the orphanage "hatsune what were you doing up all night?" Kenshi asked her "I was looking for the old temple of the champions" Hatsune said to kenshi "hatsune that temple hasn't been found for thousands of years-" "They were not looking in the right place" Hatsune said to kenshi he sighed kenshi knew finding the temple was hatsune's dream to find her ancestors lost treasure he thought it was a ridiculous myth but she had found clues over the years to track it down "fine but let's go lady ashrah is waiting for us at school" Kenshi said taking his sandwich "I have my research books packed and ready" Hatsune said to kenshi with a smile she had her backpack so did kenshi "let's go" Kenshi said.

They walked out of the house and walked their way to school "sup you two" They looked behind to see a man having dark green hair and green eyes with peach skin he had a reptile tattoo on his right eye he had fair skin and wore a green hoodie with brown jeans and black sport shoes "coming to school again reptile?" Hatsune asked Reptile nodded in a yes "of course I have to go to school everyday because of our lady ashrah and you two" Reptile said "I made you a sandwich" Kenshi said giving reptile his sandwich "thanks bro" Reptile said taking the sandwich.

Reptile was an expelled student from out world high because of something he didn't do but he got into earth realm high and met hatsune and kenshi he got into lady ashrah's club and they were inseparable since.

"Well hatsune did you find our boy kenshi a boyfriend yet?" Reptile asked "he is not interested right now" Hatsune said to reptile "I am not interested to date anyone for now since no boy has impressed me plus hatsune found the temple she was looking for" Kenshi said to reptile "really you finally found that temple?" Reptile asked her "yup I'll tell the rest of the details at history club" Hatsune said to reptile "shh don't say it out loud I don't want to ruin my reputation" Reptile said to them.

They reached earth realm high and went inside the school the locker rooms were surrounded by people talking to each other slamming their doors shut and a five year old kid running around causing chaos "looks like Raiden is having trouble with his kid" Reptile said as they walked to their lockers "he always has trouble that, kid is a walking cute gremlin" Hatsune said to them "he's a father's boy" Kenshi said opening his locker door hatsune opened hers "here I saved you your book" Hatsune said giving reptile his english book "thanks!" Reptile said "good luck in english" Hatsune said to kenshi "thanks I hope I don't get to sit beside cage" Kenshi said to hatsune.

Suddenly the door opened as three boys walked in they wore white and red sport jackets with black shirt and blue jeans with sport shoes.

One boy had fair skin with long messy black hair with pale skin and a red bandana with almond eyes. The boy in the middle had fair skin with brown hair and chocolate brown eyes he wore black sunglasses. The last boy had slightly tan skin with almond brown eyes with long black hair in a small ponytail.

"Ugh they're here..." Hatsune said "thank god they're not in the history club" Kenshi said to hatsune suddenly a bunch of girls and guys rushed towards them "look at these delusional idiots saying "oh my god liu kang can you kiss my hand" "Johnny can you please hook up with me" "Kung lao can I get a strand of your hair" Blah blah blah blah blah get a life you freaking idiots!" Reptile shouted.

The three were liu kang, Johnny cage and kung lao the three jocks of earth realm high they were pretty atheist and smart in some classes they were bo rai chos favorite students in the whole school.

"Can we just get to school already I don't want to see more of this..." Reptile said going with hatsune and kenshi behind him as they went to class "do any of you guys have science with shangy?" Reptile asked "no" Hatsune said "not me" Kenshi said "well I'm ditching that class and going to yours" Reptile said to them.

They were now in history class the teacher was a woman with tan skin amber eyes and green hair in a neat bun she wore a white suit with black heels and ear rings "good morning class" She said as the students had settled down on their desks "morning miss cetrion" Hatsune said "morning hatsune you seem to have your research with you" Ashrah said to hatsune "i do!" Hatsune said "nerd alert!" Johnny shouted "shut up" Kenshi said slapping Johnny's head "well hatsune do you have any interesting facts that can be shared?" Ashrah asked hatsune stood up "kenshi's ancestors are interesting the Takahashi's were blind swords man having to control a sword named sentor-" "Sento" Kenshi said to hatsune "sento the sword gave then power to see through magical aura and grant them magical abilities" Hatsune said "one of them was psychic abilities enhanced senses and strength" Kenshi said "the Takahashi's had a pretty good relationship with my ancestor the Ryujins who were keepers of the dragon wielding the sword suijin" Hatsune said "good job! Do you have any idea where the swords might be?" Cetrion asked "I found out but you have to wait till history club" Hatsune said to ashrah "deal" Cetrion said to her ashrah loved her little students hatsune, kenshi and reptile "reptile do you have any information on your ancestors?" Cetrion asked noticing reptile sitting on the ground behind kenshi "your coming after my reputation" Reptile said Cetrion smiled "you are my favorite student" Cetrion said "my ancestors were saurian they were reptile shape shifters expert in poison and were out casts" Reptile said "kind of like right now" A blonde hair girl with grey eyes and fair skin wearing a white shirt with black jeans and brown sandals said "shut up before I rip your tongue off know it all" Reptile said "reptile calm down" Hatsune said to reptile patting his head "whatever" Reptile said.

After many classes it was lunch "I hope there are some chilli dogs otherwise I am stealing food" Reptile said to hatsune "I had sport's but I ditched it" Hatsune said to reptile "well I had drama and jax went pretty easy on us" Kenshi said to them "let's get our food before the sporties, the know it all and the cheer leaders get to our seat" Reptile said to kenshi and hatsune "ooh the food smells good" Hatsune said "I put a lot of health violation complaints by shouting" Reptile said "chilli dogs!" Kenshi said.

They had a tray of chilli dogs and went to their seat and sat down "the most comfortable seat in the cafeteria" Hatsune said "chilli dogs, comfortable seats in the cafeteria what else could be more perfect" Reptile said Johnny walked to them "what are you doing here Johnny?" Reptile asked "I go to school here freak and I am here to talk to kenshi" Johnny said to kenshi "what is it?" Kenshi asked "will you go on a date with me?" Johnny asked "let me think no" Kenshi said to Johnny angrily "why!?" Johnny asked "I heard you making a bet with your football guys" Kenshi said Johnny went back looking mad as he had taken money out of his pocket handing it to kung lao who looked smug "best lunch ever!!!" Reptile shouted.

After classes it was the club period where the trio were sitting in the library where no one would go lady ashrah was waiting for them she had a big box of brownies in a container "brownies!" Reptile said "take a seat we have an important meeting" Cetrion said to them they took their seats as lady ashrah had a conspiracy theory board "you can only have these brownies if hatsune can explain her theory" Cetrion said to hatsune "hope this is worth our time..." Kenshi said to himself "it is" Hatsune said.

Hatsune opened her bag and took out a bunch of pictures "as you know suijin is my family sword that has not been found for a long time many of my ancestors tried to find that sword but they gave up and I am not like them" Hatsune said to them "we know because you took that Journey In Japan and you got some clues there we also ate some fine Japanese food" Kenshi said "and I can't ever ate in an American Japanese restaurant ever again so thank you for that" Reptile said "we even searched shang tsungs house" Hatsune said "I suggested we rob his house but you two said no!" Reptile complained "you should have robbed his house" Ashrah said "thank you!" Reptile said "anyways I started to get deep into my research search through every ancestors scroll I had even reptiles and kenshi's family scrolls then I found some ancient languages that lead me to this final destination" Hatsune said "I hope it's in new Jersey" Reptile said "It's definitely going to be everest" Kenshi said "the temple is in our town" Hatsune said to the two of them.

"Okay she has definitely gone crazy!?" Reptile shouted "let her finish" Cetrion. said eating popcorn "you see last week I took a trip to China and guess I happen to find a temple" Hatsune said "there are going to be temples hatsune its china!" Reptile said "and I happened to find a person with the white lotus symbol on it his name is master Zhang" Hatsune said "master Zhang? Really taking frankies name..." Reptile said to hatsune "here is a picture of him" Hatsune said giving them a picture of master zhang "I believe you but what does the white lotus symbol have anything to do with this?" Kenshi asked "the white lotus was a community founded by Lord Raiden to protect earth realm they were close with all of our ancestors and the closest thing to finding my sword" Hatsune said "so the white lotus knows where your sword is" Kenshi said "master Zhang told me i was already at my swords location the temple is in my town" Hatsune said to them "he told you just like that?" Reptile asked "I had to keep his secret so the white lotus community whould be dead to the world but he made an exception when I told him about you guys" Hatsune said "oh thank god I thought I would get assassinated" Reptile said to hatsune "so I looked through ancient scrolls and I found the temples location it's in the cave in the abandoned forest near town" Hatsune said to them "what!?" Reptile shouted "the abandoned forest no one didn't check that place since it was cursed..." Kenshi said "and someone did It was master Zhang he said he came to town for research purposes and had found writings in the abandoned cave he could not find my sword since he thinks my blood might be the only key to finding it..." Hatsune said to them "how are we going to get to the abandoned forest?" Kenshi asked "good thing you guys are friends with me I know how to get in and out of that place" Reptile said to them "these brownies will wait till tomorrow morning for you guys if you find that sword" Cetrion said to them.

Later on that night hatsune, kenshi and reptile went to the abandoned forest together they were walking up on the hill towards the woods "are you sure the cave is in the abandoned forest?" Kenshi asked hatsune "I am sure of it" Hatsune said to them "we are almost there" Reptile said as they reached the abandoned forest.

The abandoned forest was covered with trees giving them nothing but darkness animals roamed in that forest and no one was allowed to enter it but here they were going inside the forest in search for the sword "here we are..." Reptile said as they looked to see a cave "let's go inside" Hatsune said they had their flashlights on as they went inside the cave "the cave is covered with ancient Chinese, Japanese and-" "Saurian" Reptile said interrupting hatsune "there's ancient draconian" Hatsune said kenshi took out a picture and put it near the cave wall "the inscriptions match" Kenshi said to hatsune "this means we are getting closer" Hatsune said to them.

They went through the cave only to see a dead end "it's a dead end" Kenshi said "not quiet" Hatsune said she took out a small blade and cut the skin of her thumb the blood came out and she put the thumb on the caves end suddenly a the walls started to shift as it opened a passage "told you master Zhang was right" Hatsune said to them "let's go inside" Kenshi said as they went inside the passage.

They entered the temple it looked like a complete labyrinth with all of the passages leading to one another the roof had pillars hanging from above everything was old and dusty around them "which way should we go?" Kenshi asked suddenly a blue glow came through one of the doors as Hatsune thumb glowed and the door opened revealing a sword "my sword!" Hatsune said happily as she went to the door "Hatsune wait!" Kenshi said "be careful there could be booby traps!!!" Reptile shouted.

Hatsune went to the pillar and put her hand out as the long sword came towards her hand out the long sword floated towards her "it's a katana" Hatsune said holding the sword "we got the sword now let's get out of here!" Reptile said to hatsune "guys we need to run!" Kenshi said "why?" Hatsune asked.

Aloud roar was heard the trio went out of the door to see a giant Minotaur walking through one of the gates "holy shit" Reptile said the Minotaur stopped and looked at the three of them "run..." Kenshi said the three of them ran away from the Minotaur as it started to chase them "I am not a healthy meal you Minotaur I have poison in my body!" Reptile shouted "I don't think it cares about that!" Kenshi said they stopped at a dead end "open up you God damn door!" Reptile shouted kicking the wall "it's saurian reptile you know what to do" Kenshi said to reptile the Minotaur stopped far away from them "it stopped-" The Minotaur started to run fast towards them "shit what am I going to do!?" Reptile shouted "hatsune use the sword!" Kenshi said to hatsune she took out the odachi and was ready to use it only to see it was rusty "come on sword please help me" Hatsune mumbled the blood from her hand went to the sword as the Minotaur ran fast "hatsune!" Kenshi said as the Minotaur ran towards her The sword started to glow as hatsune eyes turned bright orange she leapt forward her swords rust went away her hands had a orange aura with orange tails on her back

The sword let out a blue light energy as she slashed the minotaur's neck the rust from the odachi was removed hatsune stood in front of the Minotaur her sword the gauntlets disappearing from her wrist the glow in her eyes also disappeared and the glow in the katana as well "she did it" Reptile said kenshi noticed hatsune had started to faint he rushed towards her and held her unconscious body in her arms "she fainted" Kenshi said "let's take her back and tell lady ashrah" Reptile said.

Hatsune found herself in a pitch black void she saw a glowing orange fox infront of her "hatsune you found me" The fox said hatsune nodded "suijin" Hatsune said the fox wrapped itself around her as the fox merged with her "you'll be my holder again" The fox said "wait what!?" Hatsune shouted.

Hatsune woke up panting for air she found herself on her bed "thank god it was a, dream" Hatsune said only to see her katana she kept beside her

"It wasn't a dream" Hatsune said to herself "what the fuck!?" Hatsune shouted.

[msmarvelouswinchester]

Erm...Hello!

It has been a while.

So, *clears throat* HOW ARE YOU?

I had been away for months because my life went like 📈📉📈📉📈

Any ways, I am kinda back? Or rather trying to be back?

And obviously what is a better way to be back other than with a oneshot? A Dean Winchester x Reader story nonetheless😏 it is a flangst!

Anyone willing to read it?

I am pretty sure, I have lost my old taglist, so hmu to tag you in the story if you want to read it or just to talk! I don't bite😅

A little snippet of the Oneshot -

His voice washed over her and the sobbing turned into sniffles. She sniffled against the now wet, snot-covered spot on Dean’s tshirt before her red-rimmed, puffy eyes found his worried green ones. “‘M sorry,” she whimpered.

“Hey, shh, what're you sorry for? For ruining my shirt? Oh, I'll just bribe Sammy to do the laundry,” Dean grinned but the worry never left his eyes.

“I just—Dean, I'm sorry for…s-showing up tonight unannounced…I shouldn't have…what was I even thinkin’? Dean, I’ll—uh…see myself out.” Y/N said, and fidgeted in Dean’s grip but he was reluctant to let go. Not when she had just shown up a few minutes ago and broke down in his arms.

Dean said, “Stop, Y/N. Stop. It's alright. That's what best friends are for.” Nope, not letting you go this time.

“But…” Did you forget the part where we dated and broke up and vowed to never see each other again because it would break our hearts even more?

[ironicsopsychotic]

First Line Ask Game! Rules: List the first lines of the last ten stories you published (or works in progress if you’re feeling brave lol). See if you or others notice any patterns!

ooh okay i've done this before (i think you might've been the one to send it to me lol) but only w wips, so i'll do this w my published fics/fic updates! thank you, babs <33

like some kind of vision (ch3/3)

The next few days solidified something in Nina’s mind.

the hard part (03. in series)

Two days. Two days after Amber gave the breakup news, two days of incredibly uncomfortable Sibuna meetings, two days of Eddie blatantly lying to himself that ending their whole tryst wasn’t a big deal. Two days of all of that, and then Nina sent him to the clearing in the woods for a solo mission but showed up five minutes after he did. Two days, and she told him that waiting for things to cool down wasn’t cutting it for her. He took in her words slowly, but he took them in, and he took in the meeting place, and then he took her in.

then somebody bends, unexpectedly. (ch6/7)

Her last first day of high school sits oddly in the pit of her stomach.

03:00.

22:49. “We need to move that chair. And that couch.”                 “No, don’t drag it!”                 “Shh!”                  “Alfieeee, you’re on my hair.”                 “If Victor wakes up we’re pretending to be asleep, alright Yacker?”                 “While we’re standing up? Good plan, Weasel Face.”                 Whoever had the brilliant idea for a couples’ movie marathon the night before summer break began should have been exiled from Anubis House, because while Sibuna and Co. got along for mysteries, apparently moving furniture was just too hard.

subtext

From the moment the words “big brother figure” leave Jamie’s lips, EJ is certain his heart slowly breaks over the rest of opening night.

it's called "therapy," and we all need it.

H of A | 5:16pm [eddie] wth is vic on his period or something the man’s even more unhinged than normal

yes, and?

By the time Gina’s Uber drops her off outside the Caswell-Porter(?) residence, it is well into the late afternoon and her head feels heavy with too many overdue realizations. 

tugging on my heartstrings

After Mr. Mazzara delivers the news of the cast getting benched for a week, Gina is more than ready to curl up on the couch and knit for a few hours. Ashlyn has Big Red upstairs for some Career Day-adjacent thing, and Gina has no plans to interrupt their coupley evening, so she settles with her legs crossed in a bathrobe, full pajamas, and warm socks and gets to knitting.

messy

Her last day in America shouldn’t be a memorable one.

what teenagers do (ch2/?)

Nina was seriously wondering why they even bothered sneaking up to the attic when Victor was home. She and Fabian could be geeking out over some ancient Egyptian artifact upstairs in Vera’s old bedroom, thrilled with their progress and excited to update their friends, and then it would all be ruined two seconds later by Victor showing up.

so things noticed: i haven't uploaded much in the past two years gkrlg. interesting to see the similar messy and tsbu ch6 openings, both of which were followed up w explanations afterward. the more humorous openings (03:00 and it's called "therapy") have more snapshot/dialogue intros, but everything else varies from one-liners to paragraphs. i didn't realize it split pretty evenly, but i am conscious of not beginning everything the exact same way. also kinda cool to see the hard part move up from the wips ask to the published ask

[wander-wren]

*holds up shield* don’t throw things at me but i have actually developed nuanced opinions on AI over the past couple of months. imagine that. but this isn’t a post about those nuanced opinions! i can get into them later

this is a post where i reluctantly went to chatgpt to perform An Experiment, because if there’s one thing i love it’s writing-related data and making fun of bad writing guilt-free. and now that i’m not ideologically opposed with every atom of my body to AI i can do that!

i chose to give ai one of my older fics (from 2022), both because it was short enough for the text box and because, given all the scraping drama, ai probably already has it anyway. i was very tempted to put in something original, but i haven’t yet.

then i asked it, first, to write something mimicking that style, to….horrible results. i also asked it to write a sequel to the fic, because i had written a sequel myself. i got….interesting results from that. i have some thoughts on how ai writes, what it could be used for, and what it should almost definitely not be used for.

let’s get into it!

so, to start off, i used my raven cycle fic hostage situation. it’s not my best, being both old and written in like an hour for whumptober, but it’s not the worst.

when i asked chatgpt to mimic the style, i expected it to create something similar (this was a kidnapping with torture h/c fic, so something like that) and to do its very best to write something that sounded like a thing i would write. you know, like the ai art that puts in specific artists’ names to get something like their style.

i did not get that. maybe i would have if i had given it a more specific prompt, like, write a story about X in the style of this story, but i didn’t and i don’t really want to go back to chatgpt again, so just…shh. this was still a useful exercise, i promise!

let’s start by looking at the openings of each piece.

first of all, it chose to change the names and some more specific details, but literally nothing else. also love how it switches from ronnie (ronan?) to theo (gansey) almost immediately and there is cassie (noah) and cassie (adam).

also they made my gay fic hetero. alright.

also, this introduces a theme that we see throughout this endeavor. the ai has little to no idea what trc is or who the characters are (actually it has no idea what anything is, i shouldn’t anthropomorphize, but it doesnt have enough data to pick up on patterns like it might with, say, MCU fic). therefore, it ruins one of my favorite things about writing fic, especially for trc, and that is making dozens of subtle references that probably most other fans would even miss.

for example, right here we have references to ronan’s never-ending battle with his phone, his father’s death, and, if you squint, that One Line that goes “jesus,” gansey said, “christ.” which i have heard talked about a few times and lives in my head rent free. i’m sure no one else thinks about it that much, but it’s a very specific inflection and i love it.

the one (1) thing i will say is that “theo’s breath catches” is totally something i would write, and the ai didn’t copy it from this fic. i mean, it’s still pretty generic, but it kinda feels house style-y to me. hm.

continuing on! let’s see what the video is

so basically it stripped out all the fun description. incredibly rude, this was my favorite part to write. again, i’m wondering if there’s something significant about changing “guy who had to be rescued” to a girl.

there’s also a lot of confusion on like, what’s happening and why on the ai’s side. it’s copying my words, but cutting a lot, so there’s no reason for, say, the villain commenting in her mental faculties—she didn’t seem disoriented before, and she hasn’t done anything now to prompt the remark. also, we “see” cassie and then the newspaper gets pulled away to “reveal” her. it’s very messy. we also don’t get cassie telling theo not to come for her, something that is pretty important in adam’s case, mr. self-sacrifice, lover of ronan.

what happens when boyfriend comes to the rescue?

sorry i’m laughing because theo is still gansey in my head and him having like, full tattoo sleeves is Sending Me.

once again, cutting out the good description and making it all generic. this part makes sense, at least, but it’s less interesting. the best parts are the dialogue and THE DIALOGUE IS MINE. verbatim.

the line “time blurs since the video, her only link to theo gone” is grammatically incorrect or at the very least clunky. idk why that got changed.

changed the lastname-firstname switch that is so very important to pynch. kay.

obviously theo isnt ronan and this technically isnt fanfic so we lose the kavinsky/matthew reference, even though that adds depth to the scene when you remember that almost exactly this thing has happened to ronan with someone he loves before, so this has to be very fraught for him.

let’s finish up with the ending!

so this part doesn’t make any sense in the EXTREMELY limited context of the ai’s story. at the very beginning, it said that one of the three has the ability to manipulate illusions (which in itself is a bit odd—shouldn’t it be create illusions? or can you only manipulate illusions that are already there? that’s not very useful), but that doesn’t have anything to do with violence. is the implication that our dear friends [checks notes] ronnie and cassie2 did this??

the implication in the original fic is that ronan used dream creatures or something similar; it’s his subconscious, not technically his own work depending on how you look at it. i don’t believe ronan would commit violence like this where adam could see (hence why he wanted adam not to look) because of adam’s history of abuse, but ronan also has a lot of anger and a lot of monsters in his head and a lot of love for adam. so.

because this is fanfic, i don’t have to spell any of that out. it just is. but in the ai’s story it doesn’t know why or how that part exists, it just copies it.

and then basic ending where the ai says the quiet/implied part out loud. boring.

it should also be noted that chatgpt generated stories only clock in at around 600 words. the three screenshots here are almost all of that generation, while my fic is almost twice as long.

so my main takeaway here, aside from “chatgpt is bad at my favorite part of fanfic” as i said, is that chatgpt can’t really effectively mimic a writing style that isn’t generic or very close to it, because of the whole “most likely word” thing. and if your style is very generic than other human people already write a lot like you and/or could mimic you very easily.

i don’t have an outside perspective on what makes my fics recognizably mine (tell me?), but i’ve had a lot of people comment on the way i describe emotions. which is cool, because i love doing that. i like implying things with body language (especially focusing on where someone is/isn’t looking) even more than directly describing what people are feeling. the ai’s style is very much about stating directly what characters feel, often to the point of redundancy, a huge pet peeve of mine.

so yeah, not uber useful for fanfic writing. tumblr photo limits prevent me from continuing with the second experiment (writing a sequel to this fic), but i’ll be back in a hot second to write that one.

[artdecosupernova-writing]

Small Stories Hour: Darkspace Portent

Drowning

↳ Warren didn't stop by the cabin. He didn't come within a hundred feet of the driveway. The sun had trouble penetrating the cloud cover so he used the light from his phone to navigate the forest, moving somewhat sluggishly through the sharp breeze and the ice beneath his boots. He kept his eyes on the ground, dragging a sturdy stick almost his height as he stepped carefully over protruding roots and fallen logs.

He'd dropped his backpack somewhere behind him ages ago. Could've been fifteen minutes. Didn't matter. He broke through the edge of the forest and continued down the shore of the lake, barely registering the stillness of the water, not noticing at first the thick layer of ice walling the depths from the rest of the world, from him.

He ignored the incoming texts from his grandmother. Purposely preoccupied his mind with the void left behind by his parents, by the unshakable disorientation that came with having watched them die in front of his eyes, by the failing grades, the idea of failure, by the notion that he could disappoint everyone at any moment. The pit in his heart, his soul, the carnivorous wasteland of his self falling apart at the seams. He couldn't keep this up.

Warren maneuvered out into the deeper part of the lake over the ice and cracked a chunk of it with the heel of his boot. He couldn't get a hold of his hobbies. His coding projects for school looked like gibberish. Dancing didn't even help anymore. He spent most nights either awake and mentally punishing himself, or soaking his pillow with draining tears he needed to replenish over the next few days.

He jammed the stick into the crack over and over and over until it broke through into the water. He didn't want to bother anyone. He knew his mother's side of the family hated him already; he didn't want his father's side to follow suit.

He spent several minutes prying and chipping ice away from the surface, carving a big enough hole for him to fit through. He threw his phone, it skidded across the lake and out of sight.

He stared down into the inky waters, his breath coming out in stuttering fog. Don't think about it. Really. Don't think about it. Don't ask yourself. Don't question it. The cold will knock you out before you ever run out of air.

His whole body went numb seconds before he took the step and plunged downward. The shock of frigidity engulfing him forced the air out of his lungs and suddenly, it wasn't that simple anymore. Blinded by darkness and near-opaque water, he reached up for the hole in the ice and discovered that because he'd thrashed around in his initial surprise he disoriented himself. He couldn't see, couldn't breathe.

He heard something in the water. Bubbles, voices…calling his name. Warmth closing around him, squeezing his chest, shoving him away, through the water, bursting through the ice like an explosion—

"Warren, come back to me."

Thrive held his face, kept steady eye contact as he tried to reach him through their contact. Warren blinked rapidly, another explosion going off somewhere behind them. He gasped, clutching Thrive's arms in death grips.

"Shh, you're alright," Thrive murmured, pinning him in the corner where the dilapidated wall met the unforgiving ground. "Easy…don't get up."

"What the fuck…what the fuck just happened..." Warren glanced around at the ongoing battle in the distance. "What's going on…?"

He remembered, of course. The Ganymede crew on Veneve, pushing through the throng of venevans ready and willing to fight to the death for their cause. A grenade had gone off, throwing him back into the ancient ruins, knocking him into the wall, a flash of white, then nothing.

He took his rifle from the ground beside him in shaky hands. "Yo, we gotta get back, I gotta get in—"

Thrive took the rifle from him and pulled him into a tight embrace with one arm, using the other one to prop them against the wall. Sounds of gunfire and yelling echoed around their heads but they were hidden for now.

Warren took a breath as Thrive smoothed his hand across his shoulders, down his back. Everything had felt so real, he really thought he was back there, making the biggest mistake of his life again. No dream or nightmare he'd ever had before then was as accurate or as vivid as that one.

He realized superficial burns marked his face when Thrive pulled away and cupped his jaw with his free hand, stroking a thumb across his cheek.

Warren trembled beneath his armor. "The voice in the water, the one just now…the thing that pushed me out…was that…?"

Thrive nodded, his concern showing in the crease between his eyebrows.

Warren pulled him down to kiss him multiple times, rested their foreheads together, allowed the waves of serenity to pour out of Thrive and settle his heart to a steady rhythm once again.

"Okay," he muttered urgently. "Okay. I'm good."

"You're alright?"

"Yeah, yeah. C'mon."

Thrive helped him up and they threw themselves back into the conflict, fighting back-to-back, with renewed vigor alongside their teammates.

[steppingstonesuniverseguide]

One More Step Out of the Pit: Chapter 10/26

Summary: It had been Tommy and Tubbo for practically forever. They clawed their way out of hell together. They discovered their superpowers together. They started working for the Superhero Guild together before even coming of age. Tommy probably owed Tubbo his life ten times over. So, when the three supervillains he'd been assigned to bring in managed to take Tubbo hostage, well, there was really only one thing to do.

He knew, of course, he was signing himself up for torture and death by offering that trade, but that was okay.

It'd have to be okay.

AO3 Link (See AO3 for Warnings.)

(This story is finished and has been posted on AO3 for a while, but I'm posting it on Tumblr so it's somewhere else too (considering the day AO3 was down a bit ago). The author notes will all be kept as well. If you are following the blog and don't want to see these posts, block the tag #backlog.)

Tommy woke to humming. It was a soft sound, but still seemed to vibrate deep into his skin like when he’d passed too close to outdoor concert speakers one time when they’d been testing them during set-up. There was a pulse to it like the melody was a living thing: a second slow and steady heartbeat in his chest beckoning his own to match it. It was… strange. “Huh?” he asked, trying to sit up, but he didn’t end up going anywhere.

The humming paused briefly, though the feeling of the sound did not leave the air, instead it accompanied words this time. “Shh, go back to sleep,” a deep voice said before resuming the humming. And gosh, did Tommy want to, especially with the soft tune seeming to pull gently at his conscious saying ‘go down, down, down.’

Yet, something prickled and wiggled uncomfortably in the back of Tommy’s mind. His heartbeat sped up, getting out of sync with the music’s pulse. Tommy squirmed, sitting up a bit with his heavy eyelids still closed, only to feel something pushing him back down, keeping him trapped.

“No, no,” the voice said, in a sing-song tone that followed the same pattern as the humming that came before it. “Please, go back to sleep child. I don’t know what to do with awake you when Phil isn’t here.” The singing seemed to affect Tommy more that the humming had, and he folded, slumping to the side and falling against something warm and solid. The restraining arms gentled their hold, and he could feel the vibrations of the next part of the song under his ear. “That’s right. That’s right. Calm down.” He was being pushed down back into something plush, a confused whine escaping him because while it was soft, it was not warm like what he’d been leaning against before. “Shh,” the voice soothed, a whisper more than a song now. “It’s time to sleep.” Yes, Tommy thought, sleep. He wanted to sleep. He was very, very tired. The warm hand that soothed his brow only made him want to sink more, though a thought bloomed in the back of his head worried that Tubbo must have a fever because he always ran cold and would stick his freezing hands down Tommy’s shirt in the morn-

Something was wrong.

Tommy’s eyes popped open, and he jerked away from the very not Tubbo person touching him. “It absolutely is fucking not time to sleep,” he snarled.

“God dammit, why do you have to be difficult all the fucking time?” Whippoorwill asked. Gone was the warm voice from before now that Tommy had managed to ruin… whatever plot he had going on, and he was back to sounding like a huge prick. He reached back towards Tommy and Tommy lashed out, biting his fingers. “Ow! Fuck!” He drew back his hand and Tommy lunged away. He immediately regretted it because he felt a stab of pain through his stomach. Oh, yeah, that. How was he not dead? He’d was pretty sure they’d been murdering him the last time he was awake.

That didn’t matter right now. He rolled to try to get off the bed fast, but vastly overestimated the distance to the edge in his disorientation and ended up crashing to the floor in a puddle of agony.

Whippoorwill swore. “You idiot child! You’re injured!” he yelped as he followed Tommy off the bed. Unlike Tommy, he managed to get his feet underneath him. Tommy suppressed a whimper when he looked up at the slightly blurry supervillain menacingly looming over him. There was not much he could do to resist the arms that swooped down to pick him up considering how badly his head was spinning. “I swear on my own grave if you tore open your stitches again, I’m going to kill you myself before the blood loss gets to you,” he muttered. Tommy was deposited back onto the bed, surprisingly carefully considering the death threat. “Don’t,” he hissed, grabbing Tommy’s wrist in a firm hold when he immediately tried to make a break for it again despite all logic. “Would you just chill for 5 minutes you little gremlin,” he bit out as Tommy tried to use his opposite hand to pry the grip off his wrist. It didn’t budge.

Eventually, the adrenaline wore off leaving Tommy panting and his vision swimming.

“Are you finished?” Whippoorwill asked, irritation pouring from his mouth so intensely, Tommy was surprised it didn’t cause a physical blow to his already rather damaged body.

He didn’t respond, but Whippoorwill seemed to take that as an affirmative answer.

“Good,” he said. “Now, let’s make sure you’re not bleeding to death.”

Tommy squinted at the ceiling in confusion, trying to reorient himself as hands reached to pull up the bottom of his shirt a bit. He flinched when they touched near the epicenter of pain, his breath catching. However, Whippoorwill did not dig his fingers into the vulnerable area or really do anything that would escalate the pain. He peeled back the bandages with deft fingers. Tommy turned to blink down at them. They weren’t the bandages he’d come with. Those had been soaked through and double wrapped in a strip of fabric from his supersuit. These bandages were mostly white except for a little bit of reddish-brown blood in the middle.

Whippoorwill sighed almost in what seemed to be relief. “They’re fine,” he informed Tommy, replacing the bandages carefully. Tommy’s mind raced, confused when instead of inflicting more pain, Whippoorwill softly smoothed out the bandages and sat back.

Tommy wasn’t sure what to say for a long moment. He bit his lip. “What?” he asked. “Uh, what were you doing to me?” he finally settled on.

Wilbur glanced up at him.

“With your powers,” he clarified. “When I woke up.”

“It was just a song of sleep and healing,” Whippoorwill said, and then grumbled under his breath, “Not that you appreciated it.”

Tommy stared at him. “What does that mean?”

“Basically, it just makes your body produce a bit more melatonin, encourages hemostasis and proliferation, and relieves pain.”

“…What?”

“It makes you tired and helps you body deal with wounds.”

“…Why?” Tommy asked, suspicious.

“Why was I singing it?” Whippoorwill asked and Tommy nodded. “Mostly to make you sleep and encourage healing.”

Tommy narrowed his eyes. “Why?”

“Because you need sleep and to heal.”

“Why?”

“B-because you were stabbed,” he said.

Tommy stared at him for a moment. “Why?” he asked again.

Irritation entered his eyes. “Probably because you’re annoying as fuck.”

Tommy tilted his head, suppressing a smile as he tried to make his face look more inquisitive than antagonistic. “…Why?”

“I would smother you with a pillow if Philza wouldn’t be pissed about cooking breakfast for a corpse.” Another death threat, which was really par for the course, but Tommy did make note of the ‘if’ statement before his mind latched onto another part of the sentence.

“Breakfast?” he asked, startled. “How long did you fuckers make me sleep?!”

Whippoorwill frowned at him. “I only gave you drugs that lasted, like, an hour. Your body mostly took over after that. I wasn’t even singing for most of it. You just sort of crashed.” He studied him for a moment. “Your body’s kind of a mess, you know.”

“Your face is a mess,” Tommy shot back.

“You haven’t even seen my face.”

“I can tell by your personality,” Tommy sniffed.

He made an annoyed huffing sound and started to move. Tommy clenched the bed sheets in his hands, but he just was turning away and walking over to the sink. He filled up one of the paper cups and walked back over to the bed to hand it to Tommy.

“Drink,” he said when Tommy just stared at his hand. “You need to keep your fluids up with the blood loss,” and well, Tommy’s throat was aching with thirst. He drank the entire cup down in a few large gulps. “More?” Whippoorwill asked when he was done.

He glared at the cup in his hands. Yes, but he wasn’t going to beg him for it. Whippoorwill apparently could tell what he was thinking well enough because he snatched it out of his hands with a huff and walked over to refill it. Tommy sipped at it a little slower this time once it was returned, watching Whippoorwill closely. He was… rather restrained for him. Tommy didn’t think he’d ever seen him so calm before.

“What?” the man asked, catching the way Tommy was looking at him.

Tommy thought about it. “You are ugly,” he decided on.

His face pinched up under his mask, but he didn’t immediately backhand Tommy. “Well, you seem to be feeling better at least,” he said.

Tommy finished up his cup of water, tilted his head, and threw it at his nose.

“Little fucker!” he spat sounding surprised and also like he very much wanted to beat Tommy to death.

But he did not do that. Hmm. Tommy studied him for a couple of seconds. Whippoorwill stared back at him. Tommy leaned forward swiftly to lick a strip up his arm.

Whippoorwill full on shrieked, jerking his arm away as he jumped away from the bed. He instantly was trying to use the bottom of his shirt to rub Tommy’s spit off his skin. “Why?! Why?! Just why?! Why can’t you not be a gremlin for 5 seconds?!”

Welp. Now he was pissed. Like, super mega pissed, but he didn’t even make a move like he was going to harm Tommy. Considering Whippoorwill often wanted to strangle Tommy without Tommy’s spit dripping down his elbow and what he’d said earlier about Philza being mad if he hurt Tommy, it was clear what was going on: Whippoorwill was on leash. Tommy didn’t know why, but he was. Which meant Whippoorwill couldn’t hurt him without permission.

Tommy felt himself relax just a bit. He leaned back into the soft stack of pillows behind him. Whippoorwill tracked the movement the spark in his eyes going from anger to confusion to curiosity. “So,” Tommy said, taking on an air of nonchalance. “What happened while I was out?”

Whippoorwill crossed his arms. “I fucking sewed up your side and then had to help scrub your blood of the floors because you are an idiot.”

“Oi!” Tommy said. “It’s not like I meant to get stabbed.”

“No,” Whippoorwill scoffed. “You just walked around not telling anyone and then painted the floors red when we found out about it.”

Tommy scoffed. “Aw, I didn’t know my health was such a priority to you.”

Something weird flashed in his eyes. “Well, we weren’t going to just let you die.”

And, oh, there’s the missing puzzle piece, slipping into place. Of course, that was the reason for the leash. They weren’t going to just let him die. That’d be too easy. More than that, they apparently wanted him to be actually healed before progressing at all. It made sense in a twisted way. You wanted to make sure your vengeance was felt fully and not let any attention be taken away from it by random knifings.

“How’d you get stabbed by the way?” the villain asked, curious.

“A bastard stabbed me.”

He sighed impatiently. “Believe it or not, I actually had managed to decern that much.”

“Sorry,” Tommy said, and he might be pressing his luck, but if they were going to give him a grace period, he might as well use it. “I wasn’t sure if you had that many critical thinking skills.” There was a flash of irritation, but surprisingly Whippoorwill didn’t immediately look murderous at the slight. He just kind of stared at him like he was trying to figure him out. Tommy felt himself squirm under the scrutiny a bit, feeling vulnerable without his mask. “Got knifed while buying bread,” he finally actually answered, hoping to distract him.

“While buying bread?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Tommy shrugged. “Bastard couldn’t even wait ‘til I was on duty, so I could get real medical treatment instead of stitching myself up on the grocery store floor.”

“…You what?”

Tommy squinted at him. His voice had gotten all high pitched and weird.

“Okay, well,” he ran a hand through his hair, “I was already going to give you a round of antibiotics since it was a gaping hole for a god know how long. I might be monitoring your temperature a bit harder with that information though.”

“Well, that’s a lot of fucking effort,” Tommy scoffed under his breath. They were really going to waste antibiotics on him? He guessed they must really be all in on having him at full health so they could rip him apart slowly themselves.

Whippoorwill was giving him another funny look, but before he could say anything else, the door beeped.

“Oh,” said Philza, catching sight of him as he walked in. “You’re awake.” He gestured with the tray in his hands. “I brought you some soup for breakfast.”

Tommy looked at the tray he was holding suspiciously. It looked pretty much exactly the same as the tray from yesterday, though the large bowl allegedly held soup instead of mac and cheese. “Is this food drugged too?”

“The last food wasn’t drugged,” Philza said patiently. “You were passing out from blood loss.”

“Oh,” Tommy said.

“Oh,” Philza repeated, sounding just a touch amused. “So, soup?”

“Uh, yeah, sure,” Tommy agreed, and the tray was settled onto his lap the next moment. He looked over the dish with a careful eye and a scrunched up nose. “It’s moldy,” he said pointing to the mold.

Whippoorwill spat out a laugh, but Philza just gave him a good-natured smile. “That’d be parsley, Mate. It’s supposed to be there.”

“Looks like mold,” Tommy said and then looked Philza up and down. “Or drugs.”

“It’s not drugs either,” Philza said.

“Who needs weed brownies when you can have weed soup,” Whippoorwill said under his breath.

Philza turned to glare at him.

“Weed brownies?” Tommy asked curiously.

Philza turned back and gave him a pained look. “Why don’t you eat your not drugged or moldy soup?”

Tommy frowned at him dodging the question, but the soup did smell good, and if it really wasn’t mold or drugs… He ate a cautious spoonful and, wow. This was now ½ off because it was about to expire store brand canned chicken and noodle soup, that was for sure.

“Do you like it?” Philza asked.

Tommy nodded seriously. “The weeds really do something for it.”

Philza looked at him and then slowly turned to level the deadliest glare Tommy had ever seen at Whippoorwill. It wasn’t even directed at Tommy and he still withered under it. Whippoorwill seemed to not fear death, however, as he just grinned cheekily. “I agree Tommy.”

Now, Tommy himself was not a stranger to being a little shit, but even he knew that you did not fuck around with your boss when he was looking at you like that. And Philza was a supervillain. There was literally nothing stopping him from murdering the man where he stood. Irrationally, Tommy felt himself fearing for Whippoorwill’s life as Philza stared at him, lips pursed for a few long seconds.

“You,” he said firmly, pointing a finger at him, “go upstairs, and eat your breakfast.”

Whippoorwill actually rolled his eyes, but he did see fit to obey the command. He slammed his shoulder against Philza’s as he walked by and Phil swatted at the back of his head, apparently without his superstrength because Whippoorwill’s head didn’t go splat all over the white walls.

Philza turned back to face Tommy and Tommy feigned interest in his soup, not risking his life on the chance that whatever kept Whippoorwill’s blood inside his body would extent to Tommy. He felt weight carefully descend on the bed so as not to spill the soup everywhere. Tommy glanced up to see that Philza had sat next to him on the edge of the bed. The anger and irritation were gone from his face, replaced by a seemingly gentle smile. “I brought you some hot tea too,” he said, offering a large metal thermos.

Tommy took it and sort of weighed it in his hands. It was really heavy. Hmm…

As though reading his thoughts, Philza spoke. “I will remind,” he said pleasantly. “I have superstrength and durability meaning that bonking me on the head with that will not cause any damage.” The ‘to me’ went unsaid. Tommy swallowed nervously at the reminder that despite his soft smile and gentle words, this was not just a friendly chat. Whippoorwill couldn’t hurt him, but that was Philza’s rule. A hand touched his lower leg and Tommy almost kicked the tray onto the floor, but it was just a gentle two pats before the touch was removed with a pinched expression on the villain’s face. “Are you feeling better today?” he asked.

Tommy ate another spoonful of the soup to buy himself time to think about what was the best response to that. He decided to be honest about how he felt for now, but he reserved the right to pretend to feel worse than he did later in the healing process. “Don’t feel so much like I’m going to pass out,” he said. “Of course, I tried to get up before you got here and ended up on the floor and dizzy, so that may be just ‘cause I’m sitting.”

“You fell?” Philza asked. “Are you alright?” The hand returned to Tommy’s calf, seemingly without Philza even knowing that he’d done it. Tommy managed not to flinch this time.

“Uh,” Tommy coughed. “Yeah, uh, Whippoorwill checked on the stitches and said they were fine.”

“Good,” Philza said, sounding achingly genuine. The hand touching Tommy squeezed softly. Tommy would have thought that with his superstrength, Philza would be the type to leave bruises or broken bones with a touch like that, but the opposite seemed to be true. Even in his absentmindedness, it was done so very gently.

Tommy continued to eat, trying his best to ignore the warm weight settled below his knee. The soup was so good that he ended up eating a little bit past where he was comfortably full. There was still plenty left in the huge bowl, though.

“Done?” Philza asked, noticing him put down the spoon.

Tommy nodded and he removed the tray from his lap. Tommy turned his attention to the tea sitting next to him. He’d been avoiding it because he’d already had some water and wasn’t a big fan of hot tea, but he opened the top now. He took a small sip and started in surprise. That was… that was good? He was used to tea tasting like watered down dog breath, but this was different. It had a lot of flavors and was slightly acidic but also sweet.

“This is tea?” he blurted.

Philza raised an eyebrow. “Orange spice with some honey,” he said.

“Wow,” he said, taking another sip. The hand on his leg went squeeze-squeeze.

“And the last part of breakfast,” Philza said after letting him drink a bit more. He brought a bottle out of his front pocket. “Antibiotics.” Huh, Whippoorwill wasn’t joking.

“I had two before I came here,” Tommy felt like it was necessary to inform him. “I think one was expired though.”

Philza looked up at him with a grimace. “You are really not supposed to save antibiotics.”

Tommy rolled his eyes. “Easy to say when you’re a supervillain that can just go steal more when you need them.”

“Don’t you… get healthcare?”

“Sure, but I didn’t get stabbed on the job.”

Philza gave him a confused look. He gave him a confused look back. “I think I should still give you the normal amount of antibiotics,” Philza said, “but I’ll text Whippoorwill to make sure. For now, just drink the tea, I guess.”

Tommy nodded and the warm hand that had been on his leg finally moved so Philza could grab his phone. It was a relief because he no longer was diverting 30% of his brain power to its location, but it was also a bit of a disappointment for a reason he could not name. He took another sip of his warm tea and contemplated Philza’s face as he focused on the text. He wondered how long the warmth would last.

Author Note:

Wilbur: I want a little brother. One that actually acts like a little brother unlike Technoblade. Please send a little brother. The nicest little brother you have.

Tommy:

He just... he just licked him.

[ponds-of-ink]

Confrontation but William and Glitch-Trap (Part 2.. Kinda [There’s No Storyboards This Time])

Now, I know I technically finished what I was supposed to for my Confrontation but William vs. Glitch-Trap storyboards, but I want to ramble on about what I’ve had in mind for the rest of the song. And, since I have enough time to write my thoughts down but not enough to draw at the moment, I’ve decided to turn it into a blog post real quick. Besides, most of this is kinda rough considering Ruin isn’t even out yet. And I’m not entirely sure about the choreography in a few spots shh

This is going to probably get a little long, so I’ve put it under a “keep reading” break just in case.

So, picking up where we left off...

*William almost exits the elevator, but the door shuts. Glitch sings Hyde’s opening “monologue” as the elevator drops to the first floor of the building. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, a wild-eyed “Vanny” pries the door open with her bare hands as Glitch’s voice triumphantly claims victory... One minute and a half into a four minute song.

*Anyway, the first main argument starts up as William removes Vanny from Glitch’s control and faces him properly. Almost want to say that most of this from here on out flickers between altered memories from both Glitch and Will. Like, when it’s Will’s turn to sing at one point, he turns into Mr. Burrows from the Pizzaplex books and starts slamming an equally disguised Glitch. Or Glitch activates the springs on Will’s Bonnie suit himself just to emotionally stun the man. Idk I’m just in the mood to pull a literal memory fight and get crazy with the fight scene.

*So, after all that trying to hijack each other’s minds (well... if that rabbit has a mind), Glitch manages to take the upper hand and forcibly returns the pair back to reality. As if to add insult to the injuries he’s most likely dishing out, he sends our ghost boy William allll the way back to the Blob hybrid with no way to escape again. William is obviously both very tired and very unhappy now as Glitch tauntingly floats into the room and does his trademark “arms in the air” dance.

*However, as the song winds down to its crescendo, William uses the hybrid to his advantage. He snatches Glitch up with wiry tentacles, insisting that he’s no longer the man this insane strand of code idolized. Unfortunately for him, Glitch is too stubborn to admit that sort of thing— Even going so far as to admit that he is William’s literal darker half by default.

*As a last ditch effort, William initiates some sort of “self-destruct” as he screams for Glitch to go rot somewhere (since, you know, the glitchy bunny can’t actually die). Glitch yells back with absolute pride: “I’ll see you there, Afton!” as new flames start to rise higher and higher.

*While Vanny, Gregory, and anyone else who managed to survive the entire DLC make a break for it, William gets literally dragged down by his two worst (though unintended) creations. Is it a metaphor for what’ll happen to his soul? Is it just a final attack from Glitch-Trap? Gonna be honest and say that I have no idea until Ruin comes out.

*Of course, this version is taking into account stuff from the Tales from the Pizzaplex books. If I wanted to just stick to the games entirely, then I could still use the memory segment in a different way (ie. Jeremy’s story from Help Wanted as a flashback for Glitch). Also, this would mean that Glitch would be implied to be more like an actual Edward Hyde for William rather than a rouge computer program pretending to be William. (Sorry if this part doesn’t make sense, but I just realized that I forgot to explain where I got half of Glitch’s characterization from for this.)

*The only reason why I didn’t mention Ruin Girl at all in this is because she’s already left the main building by this point. For all she knows, Vanny and Greg just left the mall only for Vanny to suddenly run back in at breakneck speeds... Only for them to reemerge a couple of minutes later as the entire place burns down again. Wow, nobody is catching a break today. Not even anyone smart enough to be in the parking lot.

*If I do continue this at some stage, let me make this clear: William should be in his official Ruin/actually human design rather than the partially 8-bit form I drew in the initial storyboards. That 8-bit form was just a placeholder, after all.

*Side note: Glitch sounding like Springtrap is a bit “cursed” to me, not gonna lie. It’s like Glitch finally learned to sound a bit more like the monster everyone dreads and he’s running with that new voice-bank. On the bright side, at least Jekyll’s voice fits William pretty well.

And I think that’s pretty much all I’ve got. Hope my rough outline didn’t sound too haphazard..

[batdadforlife]

I've been thinking about Bruce traveling with his kids.

Look, sometimes he needs to leave Gotham for a Justice League thing, and in those cases he probably either leaves his kids with Alfred, or keeps them at the Watchtower because its too dangerous. But sometimes Bruce Wayne goes out of town for a business trip or a vacation. And on those trips, he probably likes to bring the kids with him when he can. Its educational, lets them experience another part of the world or another culture. It has nothing to do with how wonderful it is to watch his kids experience something new with wonder in their eyes. Or how much fun Bruce has finding the best this new place has to offer with his kids.

(Alfred has always refused to go on trips, stating that he has enough to do at home and it would be completely improper for a butler to go on family vacation. Eventually Bruce got a concession that Alfred would also take a vacation somewhere he wanted to go anytime a trip lasted more than a weekend.)

When it was just Dick it was simple. He just asked for a room with two beds or a suite with two rooms, he's rich enough to afford several rooms. Dick still liked to wake him up by jumping on the bed, asking if they could have ice cream for breakfast just this once because Alfred wasn't there to say no. When Dick left he found himself keeping the habit, getting two rooms instead of just one.

When Jason came along it was better, Bruce just put him in the extra room anytime he came with and getting another room the rare times he and Dick could agree long enough for a vacation. Jason wasn't as prone to jumping on the bed, and always made fun of Bruce for wasting so much money. But Bruce knew that Jason appreciated having his own private space when he got overwhelmed on a trip.

Bruce had several business trips already planned out after Jason died, already booked with an extra room. Some of those trips were hurriedly canceled in his wave of grief, but when Bruce was finally able to force himself to go, he found he couldn't bare to cancel the other room. And he kept doing it, booking two rooms when he only needed one. Sometimes he would just go to the doorway of the empty room, and imagine knocking only for Jason to open the door, and for it to have all been a bad dream after eating sushi at a dubious restaurant Jason had dragged him to.

And then eventually Tim came along, but Bruce couldn't exactly take his neighbor's kid with him on trips. So that extra room stayed empty, a reminder of what would never be.

And then one time Dick decides to come with him on a trip. Bruce is sure that Alfred and Tim are responsible for it, are trying to get them back to the place they were as a family. But he's too grateful to question much, eager to reconnect with his remaining son. Except...

He couldn't bear to not have that empty room. It was part of his travel routine now, and he couldn't bear to admit to himself that Jason was never going to go on another family trip, that his sons were never going to be with him again...

He booked a third room, and dodged Alfred's knowing looks and Dick's curious frown at the extra key he picked up in the lobby.

And then he was able to take Tim along on the trips, introduce him to all his business partners as his youngest son. Then Cass came along and she had never had the chance to travel like this, with a warm place to sleep and people willing to explain what was going on around her. But no matter what, Bruce kept that one room empty, always having a spare room that no one ever entered.

And then Jason came back. And he was angry, and killing people, and said he wanted nothing to do with the family. Bruce knew he should break the habit now, since it was likely to piss Jason off if he ever found out. But now he had a distant, almost microscopic hope, that someday that extra room might be needed for its intended purpose.

It isn't until after the time stream, when he has Damian with him, that the room finally gets used. The entire family was with him for once, a two week family vacation that disguised a trip to disable a major crime family making inroads in Gotham.

Jason showed up midway through the second week, coming out of nowhere to save Red Robin from a sniper that would have put a bullet in his brain. Unfortunately the sniper got a lucky shot, and Jason limped away from the fight with a twisted ankle and a bullet in the shoulder. The crime family was taken down and Jason properly bandaged, but he was in no shape to leave alone as he tried to insist before the painkillers kicked in and knocked him out.

Jason wakes up tucked into a bed in a ridiculously expensive hotel room with a throbbing ache in his ankle and shoulder. He downs the pills left for him on a side table, then once they kick in gets up and hobbles his way out of the room.

He gets caught by Dick and Damian in the hallway, and before he can escape he's dragged to breakfast at the restaurant in the lobby with the rest of the family. He reluctantly agrees to stay until the end of the vacation, and head back to Gotham with the rest of the family.

It isn't until later that Jason asks about the room, joking about who he kicked out of their bed. Everyone else just looks at him in confusion. “what are you talking about, Jason?”

“That room has always been for you.”

[inariyazaki]

Part 1 of the Kitsune reader ( fem ) x 5wirl /6reeze + Cyno & Tighnari :)

Part 2 ! Redoing this bcs it's so cringe

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( disclaimer I made it as a fem reader bcs it is said that majority of the kitsunea are female. I apologize deeply, however, you can try reader the "her" as they instead. I hope this does not ruin it, please enjoy! It is all also seperated fics, for example : part 2 Kazuha x reader, part 3 Heizou x reader so on and so forth. Every part will be related to the story, the ending ?? Idk poly relationship WIKFWIA please give reccomendations for the ending otherwise im sticking with this ) ( btw pt2 of the Xiao ff I made is almost done !! So is why, little cupid? They're both almost done, after this I'll be postinng why little cupid first then the Xiao ff, thank you all sm for the attention I'm recieving !! )

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Summary : Aether, Venti, Xiao, Kazuha, Heizou, Scaramouche, Tighnari, Cyno, Paimon and Lumine got teleported to an enchanted forest, they decided to go in the forest and they found a girl.

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Characters mention : Aether, Venti, Xiao, Kazuha, Heizou, Scaramouche, Tighnari, Cyno, Lumine, Paimon, reader.

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warnings : mentions of scratching / scratched, mentions of blood.

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genre : Fluff <3

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part 1 ; the meeting

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Some slight screamings can be heard. "Woah! Is everyone okay!?" A high pitched voice said. "Me and Aether is fine. The others?" A female voice responded. "We're alright!" A male voice said with a slight playful tone said, "ahh that's good!"

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they fell from the sky. I know, weird, but they came from a portal, don't ask. Rustling can be heard in the distance, the group of people looked at the beautiful forest behind them "what.. is this place!?" The high pitched voice yelled. "Shh Paimon! Whatever is in there we don't want to alarm them." A male voice said. "Paimon's sorry!" The high pitched voice that is so called Paimon apologized. "Let's just approach this forest with caution." A male with a comforting voice said. "Good idea Aether! I knew my brother would thought of that." A female voice said "Thanks, Lumine." The group proceeds go near the forest, as they get deeper they saw a figure lying on a rock. "Hey is that a girl?!" Paimon yelled, the girl groaned in annoyance, then Paimon covered her mouth, "what is she doing here?" Someone asks. "Oh! She might be stuck in here like us, c'mon Lumine! Let's wake her up." Paimon said "uh Paimon– I don't think we should wake someone up in their sle–" Lumine got cut by Paimon because she pulled her arm. They slowly approached a girl with rather long ears, you heard some foot steps near you so you woke up. You saw a blonde haired girl beside a floating ash white haired child, your eyes widen and sat up quickly "woah!" Paimon yelled in shock, "wh– who are you? And what are you doing here?!" You yelled, the others who decided to observe was shocked as well, "We–we're sorry! Paimon's sorry ! We just wanted to wake you up because we wanted to know if you're also stuck here!" Paimom apologizes. "What..? Stuck here..? Oh! So you went to the portal, I see.." you said while you calmed down "what portal?" The bloned haired female asks "before I answer your questions who are you guys? All of you." You said while turning your head to the other people, "Oh well Paimon's name is Paimon! And this is Lumine, this is her brother, Aether!" Paimon says as she pointed at him. "I see.. the others?" You asked "Well the guy here similliar to your ears is Tighnari, the one beaide him is Cyno, and our friendly bard here! His name is Venti. Oh and an adeptus! His name is Xiao, and a samurai! Kazuha! And a wanderer Scaramouche, a detective Heizou! And that's everyone!" Paimon said, "so many.. how does everyone remember their names!?" You aggressively ask "ehehe.." Paimon awkwardly giggles and scratches her head "anyways.. I'll get to know everyone by time." You said while standing up to stretch "you have a tail?!" Paimon surprisely asks "of course I do! Every kitsune in this world has at least 4 to 9 tails!" You yelled, "then why do you only have 1?" Paimon asks "because I hide the other tails." You tell Paimon "oh okay!" Paimon says understanding "oh question." Tighnari says "oh! Go ahead uh.." "Tighnari." "Right yes Tighnari, go ahead Tighnari." You say "what are the different types of kitsunes? Rather what kitsune are you?" Tighnari asks "oh I have the blood of Tengoku and Kukan, my family was also a tenko, so I have that running through my veins as well." You inform Tighnari. "Teng.. tengu.. uh.. Koka.. tek.. I'm sorry but these are even harder than our names!" Paimon complains you sigh in disappointment. "Very interesting. Can you please tell me what they are?" Tighnari asks again "huh? You're actually interested..? Well, sure Tengoku is a mix of 4 elements. Heaven, Celestial, Light, and prime. My element is Celestial. Kukan is void, or dark. Mine is void, however I haven't mastered it yet, a tenko is one of the strongest kitsunes to ever exist in this world. And the steongest kitsune are the kitsunes with 9 tails and an age of 1,000." You tell Tighnari, "interesting, I'm assuming you're a kitsune with 9 tails and an age of 1,000?" Tighnari asks "That's correct. However I haven't really mastered my power yet.. I tend to lose control over my power at some times, but that's only rare, so don't worry, if you guys need soneone to accompany you I'll be a decent kitsune as I roamed this area for thousands of years, I can help you find the existing portal to go back to your world." You said to them. "Are you sure..?" Paimon asks

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"what do you mean?" you ask Paimon. "It's said Kitsunes likes to play tricks.." Paimon says suspiciously. "Majority of the Kitsunes are like that, but I can assure you I'm not like that." You assure Paimon "Oh! Alright, Paimon trusts you then!" Paimon says, you weren't listening instead you were staring at Tighnari, he didn't notice until he looked at you "Is everything okay..?" Tighnari nervously asks, "You give an awfully familiar feeling.. it's like I've met you before. Sorry." you say then looked at the ground. "Ah no- It's okay." Tighnari says, you then slightly tilt your head to Paimon's direction, "You can touch it, no worries" you said "r-really?!" Paimon says in shock, "Of course! Not that it's uncomfortable" Paimon squeeled happily and rubbed your ears. "It's so fluffy..! I could touch it forever!!" Paimon said in excitment. "You could however.. we still need to find that portal to your world." You said "awh you're right.." Paimon said in disappointment, "I just noticed those 3 don't really talk much, it's quite.. intimidating.. Why is that?" You whispered to Paimon and Lumine "they're just really quiet people in general, they aren't judging you though, don't worry, they're nice people." Lumine whispered back "oh alright I see, sorry for misunderstanding.." You tell them nervously scratching your neck, Tighnari is holding his laugh for some reason, "oh don't tell me you heard that." You tell him "don't worry I won't tell." Tighnari whisperes, you had a worried expression as you just noticed Cyno also has ears, Cyno was staring at you in confusion to why you were staring at him so worriedly so you just bowed as an apology "huh..?" Cyno mummbled in confusion "she uh apologized? No idea." Scaramouche said "weird.." he said in addition to his sentence. "Anyways let's get going.. the sooner the better." You said going deeper to the forest, "wait we don't know the way!" Paimon yelled "I do! So follow me and don't get lost!" You say. "A– alright!" Paimon said and floated to your way, Lumine followed and Aether signed the others to follow you. "W–wait!" Paimon said panting "oh? Was I too fast? I apologize." You stopped and turned around "yes.. and we didn't get your name!" Paimon said "oh right! My name is Y/n, really sorry.." you said "alright Y/n slow down! Paimon can't keep up!" Paimon said, you nervously laugh, your ears twitch to a rustling sound, "did you guys hear that?" You asks. "Yeah.." Lumine says quietly "shit.. what part of the forest are we in..?" You say worriedly. You looked around the forest

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then realization hits you, your eyes widen "oh.. no." You say "why? What's wrong?" The golden eyed male said. "We.. went to the wrong side of the forest.. I accidentally led you guys to the deadly part of the forest." You said with a worried tone "you what?!" The golden eyed male said once again "I'm sorry! I wasn't looking at my directions and accidentally led you guys here.. I'm sorry. Whatever happens to everyone here I'm to blame." You say in an apologetic tone "shit." The male said, you took a glance at him to maybe recognize his face and to remember his name, you did, "Xiao right..?" You mumbled, you sighed "let's take the other way." You say "no! Now that we're let's find a safer place. I feel like that's a safer option rather than making too much noise coming back." Paimon requests, your ears slightly flop down thinking about a place then it pops back up once you thought of something "I know a place!" You say, "you do?!" Paimon asks "yeah!" You tell Paimon "don't lead us to the wrong way again." Xiao says you slightly smile to his overprotective personality to his friends, you weren't someone close to the kitsunes so you kind of envied them. "I won't, I promise." You said, your voice had slight comfort in it, Xiao's eyes slightly relaxed since he realized you were sincere with you words, he didn't fully trust you but you fully trusted them already, as they treated you kindly, as if you weren't surperior and didn't act all nervous around you, you were glad you were treated normally.

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"is this place good?" You ask the group "it's good! Thank Y/n." Paimon thanks you "no problem, now all of you can rest now." You say "Woohoo!" Lumine and Paimon celebrated, you chuckled a bit. Everyone has settelled (?) in, you decided to go hunt for some food "Guys I'll be hunting, you guys stay here." You tell the group "wait by yourself?" Tighnari asks "yeah? I hunt almost everyday by myself anyways, there's no really difference." You say trying to reassure him, "alright.. stay safe." Tighnari tells you, you nod in response and go outside "alright.. now should I use my kitsune form or..? Eh yeah sure why not, it's smaller and faster, and I'll make less noise anyways." You whisper to yourself

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"I'm back! Brought us some wood too to start a fire, anyone here that has can manipulate fire?" You say placing down the items, "Y/n!– Y/n?! Your face.. your hair.. it's filled with blood!" Paimon says worriedly "huh? Oh, it isn't mine don't worry." You tel Paimon with a smile "Oh thank heavens! I thought it was your blood, I was about to faint!" Paimon says you giggle "oh and I can manipulate pyro." Aether says you tilt your head a little "pyro?" You ask "ah– pyro is fire, pyro is the element fire in our world." Aether explains "I see! Thank you for explaining." You thank him, he nods as a reply and casts his elemental skill on the wood, "don't excpect this to be a luxrious meal, it's just normal meat." You inform the others Lumine and Paimon nods excitedly, you were in a corner to prevent the others to get burnt or injured by the fire, they were all talking "Y/n is a really sweet girl isn't she?" Tighnari says "yeah she really is! She's very thoughtful too, we just met her and I really want to be close to her! And maybe she can come with us to teyvat!" Venti requests, "hopefully. We can journey again teyvat but with Y/n." Aether says "I wonder though.. how strong is she..?" Xiao says, "that is true.. we shouldn't underestimate her as she is one of the strongest kitsunes here, plus she hasn't mastered her power yet." Cyno says "er.. don't say that you guys! Paimon's getting scared.." Paimon says hugging Lumine's arm, Xiao chuckled a bit "Sorry." He says "oh!" You say while quickly standing up "Is everything okay, Y/n?" Xiao asks "oh uh nothing! The wind accidentally blew the fire to my direction, the fire almost got caught in my outfit, sorry.. did I alarm anyone?" You say, Xiao shakes his head and you sigh in relief "oh! Y/n want me to help?" Venti asks you "yeah sure! I do need a hand." You accept his help, Venti smiles and walks to you, the two of you chat while the both of you cook

-( the food is done )

"guys food is done!" Venti said "thanks for helping me, Venti." You thank him "oh not a problem! I hope the others will enjoy the food though." Venti said with a cheerful smile, you smile at him and nod "woah.. it smells so good! It smells like the sticky honey roast from mondstat!" Paimon says happily "oh now that you mention it it really does! Y/n did everything herself, I just helped her cook the meat. Y/n you're an amazing cook! Despite being in the wild you have some toppings as well!" Venti says in amazement, "awh guys.. you're all really sweet, thank you. I'm sure you guys are hungry? Don't be shy you can eat already!" You tell them, for some reason Xiao didn't eat unlike the others, "Xiao? You okay?" You go near Xiao to sit beside him "yeah? Why?" He says "you aren't eating." You say while fiddling with your tail. "I'm a picky eater. I only consume food when I already ate them." Xiao admits "I see. Any specific dish you like? Maybe I can cook it if I know the ingredients." You ask him, Xiao hesitates a bit "Almond tofu. Lumine and Aether has the recipe if you want to try making it.." Xiao says, you stand up and ask the twins about it, they gave you a copy and you looked at it and studied it. "I see.. So it's a rather sweet dish, interesting.." you say to yourself, you go back the the corner but stood by the side of the pot, you checked it from time to time for some reason, then, after awhile you started cooking.

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the whole group was talking, you were sitting beside Xiao eating his almond tofu you cooked him, you were looking up in the sky recalling some memories, "You okay?" You heard Xiao say, you giggled a bit because he was still chewing "fine, thanks for your concern." you say, Cyno looks at you and you smile at him "Guys I have a game idea!" Venti yells "don't yell too loud-- my ears!" you say "Oh I'm sorry!" Venti apologizes, you sigh and nod as a reply to saying it's okay, "what is it anyways?" you ask "glad you asked but hide n seek!" Venti say, your face grows curious and confused at the same time, "but there's a twist. Tighnari, Cyno, do you both have good sense of smelling?" Venti asks "why do you ask..?" Cyno say, "Because the twist is going to be we'll hide and the people that have a good sense of smelling are going to find us, blind folded!" Venti says, "Ooh interesting.. sounds fun!" You say, you then put your chin on top of your palm to listen closely, "alright, so Cyno? Tighnari?" Venti asks Tighnari sighs and nods Cyno nods as well, "Great! Let's start!" Venti says excitedly

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"that was so fun!" you shout happily, "I know right?! You're so fun to be with Y/n!" Venti says to you, you smile at him, and he gives a warming smile. A lot of time passes by that you all have been together, you completely forgot about the portal going back to their world, they did too. They've been so comfortable in your forest and your presence, you didn't notice. "Y/n, what are you doing here" Cyno asks, you didn't notice where you are since you were just thinking while walking, "oh-- Cyno, sorry, I wasn't aware to where I was going. Why are you up this late?" You ask him, he switches his gaze to the side to hide his face, "I figured you'd leave at this hour, so I wanted to spend time with you." Cyno says, your ears slightly perked up in surprise because he'd only normally look at you, and wave at you, but you didn't want to miss this opportunity to bond with him so you excitedly nod, you pull his arm to go somewhere.

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to be continued <3 I hope you liked this 1st part, though it seemed boring, I will work on the pt2 of "Why, Little Cupid?" and the pt2 of the Xiao x reader arranged marriage. if you like either one of them please stay tuned <33