#he secretly gave it to Cain

[trashsfanficgarden]

Some silly things Adam and Eve would say in my Good Omens AU

Talking about some paranormal/demonic activity happening on earth that they have to stop or something

Adam: So… I thought I'd go there myself and investigate

Eve: Fair enough, What time will you take the train?

Adam: Actually I'll take the car

Eve:...What car?

Adam: Our car

Eve: WE don't have a car

Adam: of course we do… *points to Eve's car*...isn't she a beauty?

Eve: this is MY car

Adam: Yeah, just like the music shop is "mine", but we both get plenty of use out of it...*strike a sexy pose trying to seduce her*...don't we?

*He doesn't get to use the car*

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An important meeting in Hell about their next attack on Heaven

Demons: All hail the King and Queen of Hell!

Eve: *Drunk as fuck and running late*… Hello guys

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Eve: Tonight I took down every cell phone network in the city

Adam, who is stranded somewhere trying to call his wife: AAAAAAH

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The reason why Adam isn't allowed to use the car

Eve holding on for dear life while Adam drives like a madman in the middle of the night to a forest for a romantic picnic and ends up running over a man

Eva: you hit someone!

Adam:…No, someone hit me

*the man was Alastor*

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Eve: Didn't you have an angelic weapon?

Adam: …

Eve: You did! It was a shiny axe! what happend to it?

Adam:…

Eve: You lost it?

Adam: ….

[tadc-harlequin-au]

More questions from yours falsely :

1) does Caine really have tastebuds like us humans , or is he just pretending

((I'm guessing he CAN kind of taste it , but not as much as us -- He just likes the fiery taste of the said alcoholic beverage , maybe ??))

2) Do they all feel actual pain ? Since they're .... Well , they're not exactly human now , are they

3) other than fighting , does Pomni have any other likes or hobbies

4) does Caine or Ragatha gave any nicknames to the feral cat -- Pomni. Do any of them give any nicknames to Pomni.

((Perhaps Caine calls Pomni "Miss Bellneck" while Ragatha calls Pomni "little sparky" BECAUSE SHE IS JUST SO FERAL LIKE A LITTLE KITTEN OKAYYY))

((I headcanon they call her this just to see her mad and fangirl over her secretly XD))

Also here is one more song I am currently so so obsessed with , it has no business being so fire while sounding so pretty

Oh, he can fully taste EVERYTHING. He has a tongue.

He doesn't like showing it though. Just another reminder of how he will never truly be the man he once was. (Pomni has seen it once. She thinks it's totally weird. Totally.)

2. I'd say it's somewhere in the middle. They wouln't normally feel pain nor contact, but the psychological response (+a little bit of soul properties) makes them be able to feel sensations a regular Puppet wouldn't; and the ability to feel can only intensify the more they explore their humanity.

3. She unfortunately does not have a hobby outside of fighting. Caine wants to change that so badly.

4. Nicknames:

Caine and Pomni have A LOT of nicknames for each other, but for their playful banters. One of them is "Ms. Bites-a-lot".

Ragatha doesn't have one aside from "Harlequin", she's abandoned "Mistress" and "The Savior" when Pomni strongly advised against it.

Jax calls her "piranha teeth", "short stack", "angry little chihuahua", "pug face" and various other insults.

Gangle calls her "Ms. Pomni" no matter what she says.

Kingr calls her "Little One" formally, "Commendable Soldier" and "The Great Fighter" out of respect.

Z refers to her as "P" casually.

5. I can't see the song?? What is wrong with my inbox-

[thinkingofausername]

Micah Bell headcanons:

He's only ever seen sleeping after he's gotten drunk so I imagine he has nightmares (aside from the fact he has extreme trust issues and can't let his guard down enough to sleep)

He didn't have a relationship with his mother or she died when he was little or she was abused by her husband. He never mentions her, we don't know anything about her. We know what his view on women is like. I imagine he got it from his father. He definitely wasn't born out of love

He took the majority of his father's wrath. We know firstborn Bells are traditionally named the same, so I believe there was a lot of pressure there

He's actually not all that cynical. He wants to be. All that talk of "nothing matters" is him trying to convince himself

He secretly wants companionship. It's been confirmed that he wanted Dutch to be a part of some sort of family of his. I don't think he's as much of a lone wolf as he wishes he was

He has abandonement issues. His brother left him and made another family and it affected Micah. It's seen in the fact he wrote to Amos as well as his behavior after his brother's answer. After Amos cuts ties with him for good he says "I want tomorrow to mean more than today. I want this whole damn shitshow to have some kinda meanin I haven't understood". He secretly resented his brother for doing what he never could - make a connection. He can only talk to people if he's riling them up

His father definitely forced him to perform his first kill. Probably when he was very young, so he would "toughen up"

In theory, I can see him having a somewhat good relationship. If his partner was tough they would have his respect. Trust would definitely take a while, vulnerability even more so, but I think he would show care in his own way - being posessive and protective, letting them handle his guns and horse (peak trust). We know how much he cares for his belongings. There would probably be passionate, adrenaline-filled sex after action, patching up wounds, cleaning guns together. A "partners in crime" sort of thing

He'd probably like bites and scratches during sex. Marking up his partner as well

He gave into the "hardened outlaw" life because he believes those are the cards he was dealt and the only ones he would ever have. He probably never thought he had a chance to be anything else

He definitely has a phobia of dogs or something similar. He very avidly reacted to Cain every time he got close, he even flinched one time

He genuinely laughed with Javier when they were drunk. He even said "I love you fellas". There was definitely a humane side of him, very deep down

His father never held any pride for him, god forbid praise. He craves hostility because it's the only thing he knows. He purposefully riles people up and laughs off every insult he receives

He obviously held genuine respect and admiration for Dutch. He wasn't just using him or manipulating him or buttering him up for betrayal. I genuinely believe he was looking for a place of his own. He never really showed an authoritative side or desire to lead. He said it himself that he's a survivor. It wasn't ambition, it was just searching for shelter and stability. That's why he ratted - the stability was gone

He died miserable. I could go on and on about his death but the main points are - he calmly accepted getting shot, he shrugged and silently fell to his death. That was not a man who saw a future for himself

I left the most biased headcanon for the end. Not to be the "I can fix him" girl but I genuinely believe a softer side of him could've been drawn out. I believe he could've had a "ride or die" person of his own. Two survivors, watching each other's back, suspicious of others but not each other, enjoying the uncertainty and freedom of life, two loose ends but tied together

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Keepsafes

Fandom: Batman, DC Comics

Summary: AU where Martha and Thomas survive, and they adopt the batkids.

Chapters: 11/?

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Thomas Wayne, Martha Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Harvey Dent, Dick Grayson, Cassandra Cain, David Cain, Talia al Ghul, Damian Wayne, Jason Todd, Tim Drake

Relationships: Thomas Wayne/Martha Wayne/Alfred Pennyworth, BruHarvey, BruTalia

Additional Tags: Canon Divergent AU, Hurt/Comfort, Bruce Wayne is Not Batman, Angst, Alfred Pennyworth Knows All, Bruce Wayne Only Has One Child, Bruce Wayne is Not An Only Child, Bi Bruce Wayne

Chapter Eleven: Summer Plans

Bruce told a lie about his summer plans. He told his parents he wanted to go to Detroit to attend summer camp, but he’d actually chosen to stay with a young woman that he’d been corresponding with that year. Once his parents gave him the okay to go, he took a plane to Detroit and met with Sandra’s sister, Carolyn at the airport. “Bruce Wayne?” she asked. Bruce nodded as he grabbed his bags. “I’m Carolyn… And I don’t know if Sandra told you, but we’re walking there.”

Bruce laughed as he put his backpack on and rolled his suitcase. “You’re joking,” Bruce smiled. She didn’t laugh with him. “The gym is almost twenty miles from here. I haven’t even eaten yet—.”

“If you complain, you won’t last long with my sister. I’ll tell you that right now,” Carolyn replied. Bruce immediately grew silent as he followed her, dragging his suitcase behind him. He’d grown intrigued with the idea of becoming prepared for every confrontation. It started with the first aid classes, but it wasn’t enough. After a night of studying and watching TV with Harvey, Harvey said something that piqued his interest. Harvey said it’d be cool to learn how to fight. And Bruce couldn’t stop thinking about it. The lie about going to summer camp was the perfect opportunity to make that leap of faith and spend three months training with two of the best fighters in the United States. It wasn’t easy convincing them, though. Bruce carved an official stamp for camp to put on the envelopes, typed up a fake camp application for his parents to sign, and a fake plan stating what cabin he was in. It was an intricate farce, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that he needed to do this. He had to learn how to fight. 

Meanwhile, Harvey finally got a spot volunteering for the Juvenile Conference Committee in the Gotham courthouse. It was Harvey’s dream opportunity, and he’d be a member for at least a year. Thomas made Bruce promise not to tell, but he put in a special word for Harvey with someone at the courthouse. They promised Bruce that they’d take care of Harvey while he was gone, and despite Harvey being a few months older than him, he wanted to make sure he was treated like family still in his absence… And he needed to ensure Harvey was there to cover for him if he slipped up. 

Harvey wasn’t completely in the loop about Bruce’s activities, but he knew that it wasn’t really a summer camp. And as Bruce lugged his baggage through the Detroit streets, he secretly wished he’d gone to summer camp instead. He wiped the sweat from his brow as he looked over at Carolyn. She hadn’t offered to help him with his bags, but he assumed that was part of his training. He’d risked too much to get there, and he would see it through even if it killed him. And it almost did. He threw up almost as soon as he reached the door to the gym, and he tried to stand up straight, but he swore he was seeing double. In the confusion, he felt four hands instead of two pull his backpack off and help him into the gym’s shower and turn the water on him. He was fuzzy for a lot of it, but he cooled down and Carolyn gave him a change of clothes once he came to his senses. He followed her to an upstairs bedroom, nearly slipping as he listened to the steps on the stairs. They seemed out of sync with his steps and Carolyn’s. He wanted to speak, but he was so tired. 

There was a bedroom at the top of the stairs, and they took a left but the footsteps were still out of sync. He could hear his own. He could hear Carolyn’s. But who was behind him? He was a little afraid to look. “You should change and rest,” she stated. It wasn’t a suggestion. Bruce squinted before turning to a completely identical woman. 

“You’re twins,” Bruce whispered. 

“That’s Sandra. I’m Carolyn… You should change out of those wet clothes and rest. You earned it,” Carolyn smiled. 

“He’s stubborn… But we’ll see if he knows how to earn anything,” Sandra replied. Sandra was always dry in her letters, but it only pushed him not to waste her time.

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Meanwhile, Thomas sat in the room Harvey sometimes slept in while Harvey prepped for his first day at the courthouse. Harvey raced around the room, darting back and forth trying to remember what he’d forgotten. And then, without warning, Harvey plopped down on the edge of the bed and looked down at his feet. “Mr. Wayne, I’ve got a question for you… As a man… I just—. If you think it’s disrespectful, you don’t have to answer,” Harvey whispered. 

“Harvey, if you’re gonna ask me man-to-man, you should probably look me in the eye. You’ve gotta stop looking for permission and acceptance if you wanna be a lawyer. You have to enter rooms at the same level if not higher than the people around you. You’re smarter than most grown men that I know, you’re good-looking, you’re funny. Utilize that, and you’ll open doors. 

“Now, try asking me that again,” Thomas replied. 

Harvey hesitated before looking up at Thomas. “Could I ask you something man-to-man?” Harvey questioned. 

“Sure,” Thomas replied. 

“How’d you know you liked guys? It seems like it’d be harder to figure that out if you liked girls first… Right?” Harvey asked. 

“Who said I liked girls first?” Thomas replied with a smile on his face. “In all seriousness, I think becoming close friends with Alfred opened my eyes to the possibility of love. I went from wanting to just go to parties with him… to wanting to spend all night talking and laughing and… I fell in love with him. It snuck up on me… Why do you ask?”

“No reason. I was just curious. I always thought it’d be something like—. I thought it—.”

“You thought it’d be physical first… Well, not always. Sometimes it could be. Are you sure you’re asking for no reason?” Thomas asked. 

Harvey nodded. A lie. He’d been thinking about it for months. Ever since Bruce asked him that hypothetical question about having feelings for each other, it ate at him, making him feel what he could only describe as homesickness for the way things felt before that. In Bruce’s absence, Harvey had time to feel what it’d be like to live without him… And it hurt. Sometimes, he’d wake up at night wanting to climb into Bruce’s bed and talk, and Bruce wouldn’t be there. “Can I ask you something else?” Harvey whispered. 

“Mhm,” Thomas answered. 

“Is it gonna look stupid if I dress up on my first day?” Harvey asked. Thomas shook his head. 

“Dress for the job you want, not the job you have. Just because you’re a volunteer doesn’t mean that you aren’t going to bump elbows with these same people in professional spaces later. I have high hopes for you, Harvey. So, this Saturday I want you to get fitted for a few new suits,” Thomas announced. 

“Mr. Wayne, I—.” 

Thomas shook his head. “You’re part of this family… And I know that you’ll do great things but a little help won’t hurt. I just want them to see you as you are, so they can remember you later on,” Thomas interrupted. Harvey smiled. 

“You guys have changed my life—.”

“No. You changed ours. None of this would be happening if you didn’t make it happen,” Thomas whispered as he patted Harvey on the shoulder and left the room.

[thescarletnargacuga]

MOVIE NIGHT

A BUNNYDOLL ONESHOT

WARNING: none! Only wholesome comfort and relaxation

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Ragatha stood outside Jax's door holding an arm full of snacks. It was finally movie night. Every few adventures or so, depending on how traumatic they were, Ragatha and Jax would set aside time for each other and just relax with some public domain cartoons. Those were the closest things to movies the circus offered.

She knocked. It took a second but Jax answered with a confused look on his face. "Rags, you don't have to knock. You afraid you got the wrong room or something?"

"I was just being polite, but now that you mention it... I think I do have the wrong room. Byyyyye." She turns with a smirk on her face.

"Ah-ah-ah, get your raggedy [%$!#] in here." He wraps his long arm around her waist and pulls a giggling Ragatha into his room. He kept his arm around her as she tossed the snacks onto the bed and turned to face him.

Ragatha held Jax's face as he leaned down to kiss her. It was a gentle, casual kiss. It was welcoming after the adventure they had that day. They embraced and stood holding each other for a long time, letting the stress of the world melt away in each other's warmth. They didn't need words; this was their safe place to let their guard down.

"I worried about you..." Ragatha broke the silence.

Jax squeezed tighter. "I know. I didn't see the stupid pitfall. But I'm okay. Worst case scenario, Caine would have found me."

"I don't like it when he searches, he always makes it so dramatic. Like he'll only find your corpse or something." Ragatha pulled away just enough to look him in the face. "I don't like picturing that."

"You don't have to, we can't die here." Jax half shrugged. "You gotta stop letting your mind run away with such things."

".... I wish it were that easy."

"Hey..." He leaned closer, looking deep into her beautiful blue eye. "You're stuck with me, and no amount of wishful thinking is going to get rid of me."

She smiled a little and pecked his lips. "Good. So, what are we watching?"

"The [%$#!] if I know." He turned the TV on that sat across from his bed and sat on the snack covered sheets. Ragatha hopped up next to him, the bed sinking them together.

Black and white short cartoons danced across the screen. Most of them featured no dialogue, only music and sound effects. Ragatha opened a bag of chips and fed some to Jax as she munched.

Jax held an arm around Ragatha the whole time. The touch was a source of comfort for him. Like a reminder that she was really there, he wasn't dreaming. He stole occasional side glances at her, secretly admiring her. He enjoyed seeing candid moments where she simply existed without putting on an overly cheery smile.

Sometimes Ragatha would feel his stare and catch him. He'd look away and she'd smile, playfully nudging her shoulder into him as a silent : I saw that, you big softy. His cheeks would darken just a little. She thought it was adorable.

When the cartoons featured slapstick, Jax would be the first to laugh at the ridiculous violence. Ragatha being the one admiring him this time. He rarely laughed so genuinely. For him to be so caught up with mirth he was laid out on the bed with tears in his eyes, she couldn't help but find it endearing.

An evil idea struck her. While he was distracted, she tickled him. She did so lightly, in case he really didn't like it, but he howled with laughter. He curled away from her and playfully glared back. "Oh, now you've done it." He strikes back, tickling and wrestling with her, knocking snacks off the bed.

Ragatha was in a fit of giggles and could barely breathe from laughter. "OKAY!! OKAY!! UNCLE!!" She gave up under him, he relaxed and flopped his whole body on top of her like a weighted blanket, his chin resting on her chest. Ragatha slowly calmed and gently ran her hand over Jax's head, folding his ears back.

She smiled at him, a returned smile in his eyes as he looked up at her. "I love you, Jax. You big goof."

His pupils dilated. "Mrr rumphth uuu twu." He said, muffled against her chest.

Ragatha didn't need him to repeat himself, she literally felt him say it. Her heart fluttered and sang with joy. She leaned back and relaxed into the mattress. Slowly, in each other's arms, they found peace and fell into a restful sleep.

[sickeninglysweetspacedelusion]

Could you please do some jax fluffy/romantic headcanons? Please and thank you (◍•ᴗ•◍)

why of course!! Thank you for being so polite and patient

, Jax as your boyfriend? Now isn't that just surprising? Nobody thought he could ever pull ANYONE until now.

, Hes still a petty bitch to you though, Don't expect much coming from him.

, He lives for head petting and holding hands, At least not in publicity of course.

, He wants to be seen as the rude guy everyone hates, So what happens if hes all soft around you in public?

, He would kiss your knuckles, Cheeks or on the lips.

, On valentines day he secretly gave you a big ass box of your favorite candy and declined that it was him. Cain ratted him out and Jax's smile died instantly.

, I feel like he'd love resting his head in your lap or flirting with you constantly.

, gave you a surprise big bouquet of your favorite flowers under your bed

, Would trip and bully whoever shit talks you tbh

, He doesn't know how to give physical affection, So he likes spending private quality time with you doing silly stuff, Or gossiping.

, If you fell and he caught you, He'd say "Falling for me so soon?" or "Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?"

, Probably calls you dollface or something like that

, He loves to watch cartoons with you!!

, Probably draws hearts on your face when you sleep

art

[paroroland]

really. really. rough sketches of the edentown au

zooble is the doctor. and also secretly a mad scientist. they decided to take up this role to solve their body dysphoria but sometimes they entertain pomni's exit obsession and tries to help her too.

ragatha is the farmer. she provides the food and she also takes care of the livestock.

kinger and pomni live together. kinger is the mayor of edentown but that's just because i think it's funny. but if i have to give a valid reason it'd be because he's the oldest and that's why caine gave him the role. pomni takes care of kinger and acts as his assistant also. she secretly works with zooble.

you already know about these guys because i keep drawing them. jax's role is the stand-up comedian, and he 'asked' gangle to help promote his shows with her drawings (making posters for him n stuff) they have a love-hate relationship. oh yeah they're technically married because they started living together so that they don't have to visit eachother's houses to get their jobs done since they spend 24/7 of their time together already anyway.

i'm honestly not sure if their children will be canon to this au since i just made them as a joke. idk.

yeah that's it i did this because i was bored. i might make actual reference images later.

[mishsymishy]

Digital circus/Reader

Angst¡¡ Part1-

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( first ,If there is any language error please tell me, English is not my first language lmao , and I never write angst gonna be honest)

You can take it as platonic or romantic, although it is more romantic

Warnings!!!: A LOT OF ANGUST! , insecurity, bothering others, suicidal thoughts, self-blame, insanity, self-hatred.

You end up abstracted.

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Ragatha¡

—She will definitely feel like it's her fault, Even if you became distracted by something else unrelated to her or your relationship with her, she will feel that she is guilty and will have a hard time thinking otherwise

—She won't reach the point of also falling into the madness (I hope), After knowing that you are the black thing with eyes, she will try to act as if everything is fine so as not to get more nervous, (failing in the attempt)

—Ponmi really cared about her, I mean, she lost her loved one ,her even saw her in the hallways talking to herself, many times stopping in your room with your photo crossed out.

—Little by little she will improve, although not completely, she will always have a void in her heart or mind, now feeling guilty of anyone who also abstracts

—She misses you too much, she misses her morning talks with you, she misses your voice and your touch.Her didn't sleep digitally because I was thinking about you, And she will spend days thinking about you again

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Ponmi!

—She already has traumas, losing you would be like a double punch in the stomach. She will never be the same again, even if others try to help her, she is convinced that without you there is no point in even smiling. He feels guilty for not having been with you at that moment, she feels that she failed you at the worst moment.

—When they gave her the news, she already expected it, she didn't see you all day even if you told her yesterday that you were going to meet her to play some strange thing or try to remember things from back

— she wants to cry, but nothing comes out of her eyes ,Her pupils simply dilate every time she thinks about being with you again, you were her support .The reason she hadn't gone crazy yet

��� She goes literally crazy, isolates herself from everyone and starts trying to find a way out sooner or even tries to convince herself again that everything is a dream no matter how real it all was, she laughs to herself and starts not even paying attention even Ragatha and no one

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Jax!

-Firts think it's a joke, that they want to get revenge on him for the jokes using you.Don't believe anyone even if they are panicked or gleeful about abstraction.I mean, you were fine..right? He saw you very well the last time he see you, it doesn't even make sense.

—He stands still when he sees everyone gathered..and you missing, watching as Caine takes the abstraction to the basement, saying your name in a really dramatic sigh.

He don't believe it ,he doesn't want to believe it.

—Feel bad for Ganglee, because now he is going to bother twice as much and with more pain , even taking her mask and breaking it into pieces in front of her face.

He's twice as serious and doesn't even smile that shit-eating smile anymore, not even when someone falls or starts to descend into madness. Just making practical jokes to annoy and get revenge for everything with everyone.

—If someone else abstracts themselves, he will feel proud but also painful, as if it were revenge for taking you away from him (Even if it is not the fault of others, he will think that others are to blame, especially Caine)

—He will secretly cry for your loss, wishing you were there to ask for your forgiveness and he alsowould secretly tell Caine that if he finds a way to fix the abstracted ones, you have to be the first one, And fuck the rest. he doesn't care anymore

—He carries his depressed and angry feelings towards other people, without caring about the consequences, he no longer even cares if he becomes an abstraction, or rather he doesn't even see the bad thing about that

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Gangle!

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-God, not even the happy mask can fix it, She will cry and sob every night , every hour, every moment. It's really fucked, because Jax will remind you of you at any second ,And it's not unintentionally.

_- Oh yeah.. s/o can fix it ..oh sorry_- Jax says, watching the mask hide in its ribbons as she runs away from him , crying quietly

—She will hide in her bands or cover her eyes every time someone tries to support her, she will feel bad for not being with you and leave you alone in the basement, although she doesn't know what's going on there , she knows that you probably don't want to be there and you're trapped there with people that you don't want. ( like her )

Thinking about that, she quickly panics, sobbing your name while tightly grabbing her happy mask and accidentally breaking it by crying ,and accidentally putting pressure on her mask. She cries more and runs to her room, again not even wanting to go on missions with the others to distract herself, don't want to see anyone any more. Even if it makes her abstract. She could make company there. They are totally not going to notice her disappearing.. she is no one on the team, no one cares about her like you did.

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I need to study so I split this in two

Byebye people , don't cry and be happy , yay.

[cherrybloosomgirl29]

Full House AU Part 3: Shopping

cover image by: @sunfloweraroace

Summary: Logan has to leave town for a mutant summit; he trusts Wade to keep up with the girls training. Wade has a different idea of fun… (Based on results from the poll)

A/N: This has been my fave idea so far! I hope ya’ll enjoy. I'm probably gonna have another poll for the next idea. From here on out this will be a weekly series that will be posted each Monday. If you have any ideas for future chapters or storylines please comment!

“Wade, I'm trusting you to do this while I’m gone at the summit, okay?”

Logan was just about to leave for a summit on mutant rights. He is attending as moral support for his fellow X-Men, Jean and Storm. They will be giving a speech on mutant rights and activism in front of thousands of guests.

”I got it Lo.’ Give the girls a training session and help them study for their combat tests,” Wade says while helping his husband pack.

”Okay, but no funny business okay? Take them to the danger room, help them with their homework, make them dinner, and then tell them to go to bed,” Logan says with a serious look on his face. He knew Wade tended to get a little off track when hanging out with the girls.

“Yes sir,” Wade says while giving Logan an exaggerated military salute.

A few hours later Logan is on his way to Los Angeles for the summit, while Wade and Logan’s four foster daughters, Rogue, Kitty, Jubilee, and Laura, have just arrived home from school. Wade gives each of his daughters a kiss on the forehead as they come in.

“How was school girls? Were you and Remy caught sneaking out of class again? Yeah, I heard about that” He says with a smirk while looking at Rogue.

”No but Remy asked Rogue to go homecoming with him!” Kitty squeals.

“Yeah, he painted a whole bouquet of roses black just for her!” Jubilee gushes; happy for her sister.

Laura smirks clearly, finding her usually cool goth older sister blushing.

Wade smiles. He is proud of all the progress Rogue has made since she was welcomed into his and Logan’s home. Just a short while ago Rogue was too scared to touch a guy much less date him; now she was going to a school dance.

”Well I’m happy for you Peanut. However, we have a lot of work to do. We gotta train in the danger room for a bit then get working on some schoolwork.” He tries his best to exude the serious aura that makes the girls heed Logan’s commands.

“AWWWW why?” Jubilee pouts, “I was gonna play my new game.”

“I was gonna listen to the new Ethel Cain album.” Rogue sighs disappointed.

Laura motions to a stack of comics in her hand indicating she found reading the new releases more important than training at the moment.

”I was gonna force Rogue to come with me to the boutique to pick out her homecoming dress.” Kitty says while looking down at the ground.

That… that gave Wade an idea. No. He promised Logan he would help the girls get their tasks done.

”None of your usual funny business,” he thought to himself.

An hour later the girls were hard at work in the danger room. Rogue was using her super strength to rescue Jubilee from a crumbled building in the simulation while Kitty was using her phasing ability to rescue Laura from a prison cell.

After they have completed the challenge, Wade tells the girls to take a break.

”You’d look stunning in an emerald green dress.”

“Or maybe with a little tiara to match?”

”You should wear heels!”

Suddenly the talk of the girls about Rogue’s homecoming outfit becomes overwhelming as all the girls are talking over each other at once.

”All right! All right!” Wade raises his voice so the girls can hear him over their chatter.

”Okay, I know you girls are very excited about Rogue’s plans. And, I know you are not gonna be able to settle down and work on school assignments until Rogue gets her dressed. Soooooooooo we are going on a family shopping trip.” Wade was trying to justify his actions to himself. He secretly just wanted to spoil his daughters and get them all pretty outfits to wear.

The girls all jump in excitement. Even though Laura wouldn’t be able to attend homecoming being too young, she still wanted to see her sister look all pretty.

“And ALL of you are getting something pretty and badass to wear. You don’t need dates to have fun at a dance. Any guy or girl would be lucky to have a night out with you.” Wade says visibly excited about being able to spoil his daughters.

About half an hour later they arrive at a boutique that sells formal dresses.

”Alright! We are not gonna be looking at price tags today girls, pick out whatever makes you feel beautiful.” Wade says giving the girls free reign over the store.

”And you are gonna be my little helper!” Wade says, looking at Laura. “You’re gonna use that brutally honest side that you got from your father and make sure your sisters pick out the outfit that suits them best.”

Laura smiles at Wade ready to help her sister.

Rogue was up first. Her three top choices were a black skin-tight satin dress paired with black formal gloves, a short dark green velvet dress with a corset top, and a long dark purple dress that had a high waistline and a puffy skirt.

After a harsh judgment from Laura, she decided on the green one ultimately. She paired the dress with black platform heels and black formal gloves.

Kitty was stuck between choosing a short satin pink dress and a long tight light blue dress. The grossed-out expression on Laura’s face alerts her immediately that the blue dress is not the one for her.

Jubilee is immediately drawn to a fancy yellow jumpsuit that suits her unique style. Luckily, Laura loves it as well.

After Wade pays for the girls’ outfits, he stares at the receipt in shock.

Logan was gonna kill him. Maybe worse considering he can’t actually die. He was sure whatever Logan was gonna do once he saw how much money he spent was way worse than death.

The next night Logan came home from his summit. When he got home he immediately went looking for his husband

“Wade. I saw the charge on my credit card. A THOUSAND DOLLARS?! FOR WHAT???”

Wade looks down sheepishly. “I just wanted to help Rogue feel more confident.”

Logan raises his eyebrow at him. “Did you at least train with them?”

Wade nods “Oh yes I did! They were much more productive after getting them the dresses! And… I actually spent one thousand and five dollars.” He says while pulling out a coffee mug with words “World’s Best Husband” on it.

Logan takes the mug and lets out a small smile. “Okay… I guess your way works too sometimes. I don’t always have to be so strict on the girls.”

”Well if it wasn’t for you we would never get anything done. I would have drained our bank account ages ago.”

The girls watch their dads interact and sigh. They complement each other perfectly.

[almacambiondaughterofsaleos]

Making Zestial The Oldest Known Overlord Was Dumb

Again why is this Elizabethan guy the oldest they got. They really don't want to but superficially lean into the Bible. Seriously, the most influential warlords should be designated the ancients who were from Biblical times like Jezebel, Pharaoh, Goliath, Haman, Delilah, Ahab, Herod, Herodias, Judas, and Abimelech. And most of all Cain, who should be the oldest warlord because he was the first murder and again could have been a good central character in Hazbin Hotel as maybe he could have supported the idea so he could unite back with his family.

She says she's a Christian expert but she really is like most other things just skims and takes what she wants. She really doesn't go all into the theology and understand it and incorporate it into the show. Just imagine how maybe the ancient warlord would contrast with the more modern ones. And I mean they would see even Zestial as more modern.

It again makes me think Cain should have been Alastor's mysterious backer who gave him all that power since he was the first warlord and again open up stories connecting him with Adam. But again Vivziepop just grabbed the name Adam and made him a superficial strawman, while at the last moment failed at giving him good depth after making him so obnoxiously sexist.

And again it would be more impactful maybe Cain is the one who hasn't appear in years, while the warlords are surprised he's back while Alastor could smiling among his peers knowing something they don't know and the fact that Cain is back and maybe is the one secretly using Alastor to back the hotel for his own means even if Alastor himself thinks it's stupid in contrast with his master.

[ominous-auburn-orbs]

More sick Caine but this time within the circus?

I wanted to do this one for a while, but I wasn't quite sure how.

Heavily inspired by Caine VA's Twitter post about what Caine might be like if he got sick. I can't find it but if you know you know

Also warning for some very suggestive jokes.

The circus troop had just finished doing their theme song and were waiting on the stage for Caine to announce that day's adventure. He always gave them some time to socialise before they started it, finding it also gave them an opportunity to mentally prepare.

However, Kinger had noticed something off with the ringmaster. His voice during his introduction had sounded stuffy, and he could swear he had heard Caine unexplainably say something about a 50% off deal while he was talking to Bubble.

"Uh, Gangle?" She was trying to stay as far away as possible from Jax when Kinger approached her, startling her slightly. "Did you notice anything different about Caine? It's kinda hard for me to tell with this stuff. In case I'm just, y'know, making it up or something."

"W-well Kinger, you know Caine better than anyone, so you're probably right. Something does seem a bit weird with him today. Maybe you should ask him about it?"

While Gangle was concerned, she secretly hoped that whatever was going on would get them out of that day's adventure, or at least delay it. It was also a great opportunity for Kinger and Caine to spend more time together, which was something she always loved to see.

Just when Kinger was about to start searching for him, Caine flew up above the performers, his energy seeming a bit more forced and draining than usual.

"Hello, everyone! Are you all ready for today's- for... AHC[CLICK FOR NEW IPHONE]!" The other's jumped at the sudden yelling. They all couldn't help but compare it to a sneeze, if a very peculiar one at that.

"Huh. I guess Caine's got a cold today. Well, I'm going back to my room, tell me if he starts feeling better so I can try to make him worse again." Jax turned on his heel and walked towards the hall, followed by Ragatha and Pomni's glaring.

Turning back to Caine, Pomni cautiously inched closer to him. "Uh, are you okay, Caine? You don't sound well. And what do you mean about a 'new iPhone'?" The ringmaster looked at the floor, his gaze seeming unfocused before his head snapped up.

"Don't you fret, my dear, I- [YOU'RE OUR 1000TH CUSTOMER]" Caine made a loud string of glitching noises into his elbow, desperately trying to speak through it, "I-I'm doing just fine..."

The quiet groan that followed his words convinced Pomni and the performers otherwise. Pomni glanced back nervously, unsure if this was a regular occurrence. The confusion she found in her friends' eyes told her it wasn't.

Kinger at least now had confirmation that he was right. Something was wrong. "Caine, I really don't think you should host today."

"W-what?! Nonsense, nonsense!! The show- [CLICK HERE]- n-needs- [FOR 10 GRAND]- a host!" The troop had begun to back off while Kinger had gotten closer. While they all just wanted to have a calm day for once, Kinger was far more concerned with Caine's health and safety.

"Maybe you can just get Bubble to do it today." Out of the corner of his eye, Kinger saw the other performers frantically shaking their heads in response to the idea. "...or, rather, we just don't have an adventure today. Take a little break. You definitely sound like you need one."

"B-but-!" Before Caine could say his excuse, his eyes began quickly spinning around in his head, resulting in him having to close his mouth tightly to keep them inside. When they stopped moving, he slowly opened up again. "Alright. W-we'll just have a day off today."

The chess piece moved to put his hand around Caine's shoulder as he lowered further to the ground. While the others immediately went to their rooms, trusting Kinger to handle whatever was going on, Pomni lingered behind to check on the two.

"Are you, um, do you need any help, Kinger? I mean, I-I don't really know what to do, but if I can do anything..." Pomni trailed off, not really sure where she was going with this. She didn't want Caine to be 'sick', just as she didn't want anyone else in the circus to be unwell either. Well, maybe Jax, but that's more than reasonable.

"Oh, no, I've got it from here. You can go and relax, I can handle Caine." Pomni gave him a look of mild uncertainty just to be sure he was being honest. Kinger returned it with a reassuring smile. "It's my specialty! He'll be well again in no time."

The jester smiled, taking his word for it and heading towards her room. As she was leaving, Caine came back into reality again and frantically waved his hand, yelling, "Byyyeeee, Pomniii!!!"

The sudden burst of excitement sent him into another fit of high-pitched crackling noises. Kinger's hands moved to further support him. "Maybe just try and use an inside voice for once, dear."

"S-sorry. Thank you for helping me. I'm- [5 STEPS TO BECOME A BIG SHOT]- still not used to this happening." Caine leaned against Kinger, letting out a light sigh of relief at not having to put as much energy into keeping himself upright.

The chess piece began to walk him to the hall that held their rooms. "Do you know what's happening?"

Caine moved his feet to keep up with Kinger, although he went at a slower pace. "It's probably something wrong with my code. It doesn't seem too severe, so my built-in defences are currently working on fixing it. Buuuut it does take a bit. [TOP 30 ANIME DEATHS]!" The ringmaster looked somewhat embarrassed about his various short outbursts. "H-hopefully it doesn't take too long."

The next time his foot hit the floor, Caine's body suddenly spasmed before his head fell to the ground. His top row of teeth landed close to his bottom, but his eyes bounced and rolled further down the hall. Kinger startled, quickly moving to support Caine again and staring in disbelief at the pieces of his face now scattered across the floor.

"O-oh no- I'll get those back for you, honey!" He only moved forward slightly, not wanting to accidentally drop Caine, while one of his hands flew through the air to catch the ringmaster's eyes. When they finally lost momentum and stopped rolling, Kinger was able to pick them up and bring them back. Not knowing what to do, he placed them in the top of his robe, moving on to putting Caine's head back together.

Kinger started by trying to put Caine's bottom row of teeth back on top of his shoulders, but it was like working with very weak magnets. He eventually got it to stay floating, which allowed him to move to the top row. Caine talked to him throughout, which did make it a little harder, but Kinger could never complain about hearing his voice.

"I'm so very sorry about all of this, my dear. You should be enjoying this day off anyway, I can handle this." Placing Caine's eyes back into his head, Kinger moved his hands around him again to continue walking.

"Don't be ridiculous, I love spending time with you. Even if you weren't 'sick', this is exactly where I'd be." Kinger pressed his face to the top of Caine's gums. "Right next to you."

The ringmaster leaned into Kinger's chest as they walked, chuckling nervously. "O-oh. I hadn't realised. In that case, this is- [HOT AND THIRSTY TWINKS NEAR YOU]!"

Caine slapped a hand over his mouth, or rather his eyes and bottom teeth. He buried his face deep into Kinger's robe, attempting to hide his bright red face. The chess piece was startled, his own face heating up as well. He put his hand on Caine's back comfortingly and smiled at him.

Kinger's voice quietened somewhat. "I know, darling, believe me." Caine let out a quiet groan of embarrassment into the fluff of Kinger's robe, making him laugh. "Come on, I'll just take you to my room. Then you can rest while your system fixes itself."

Pulling his face away, Caine kept walking alongside Kinger. The pair eventually made it to the chess piece's room, with Kinger setting him down in his pillow fort. He sat down next to him, gently rubbing circles on his back. The ringmaster leant against his shoulder, sighing with content.

"Thank you for all of this, my love. I'm already starting to feel better, although I'm still not entirely fixed. Just be wary, in case I have one of those little outbursts again." Kinger returned his sweet smile as best as he could with his eyes. Unfortunately, the moment was interrupted by Caine suddenly yelling again. "[PLAY WITH ME AND YOU'LL BE CU-]"

Kinger quickly put his hands on either end of Caine's head and snapped his mouth shut, waiting for him to finish before letting him go. Both of them were blushing profusely, with Caine's eyes heavily avoiding the other's. Kinger grabbed one of Caine's hands and rubbed his thumb back and forth across it.

"It's fine, dear. I know you can only do so much to keep your programming in check. We can just stay here until it's fixed." Caine gave him a small nod and rested against him once more. The less he did, the easier it was for his code to solve the problem. The chess piece put a gentle hand around Caine's waist. "I don't really mind you saying things like that, anyway."

The ringmaster wrapped his arms around Kinger and held him close, clearly flustered despite trying to disguise it. "Shush. I thought I was meant to be resting."

Kinger chuckled, but agreed, their peace only disrupted by Caine's occasional glitches or advertisements. They eventually stopped, signifying Caine was well again, yet neither of them moved for a long time afterwards.

[professionallydeadinside]

The apprentices of the head curators for my Teeth universe! Should I have probably done the masters first? Yeah! Did I? No! Anyway more about them under the cut sdfghhgfd

Btw side note any person in any guild can take an apprentice. A majority of apprentices just apprentice under anyone that will take them. However apprenticing under the head Curator of the guild is veryyy special as whoever the Curator takes as an apprentice has basically a 90% chance of becoming the next head (they still have to prove themselves but their chances are a lot higher).

And also a little thing but the apprentices are usually allowed to dress however they'd like as long as they have one item that corresponds with the color of their guilds designated gem. "Usually" as the master has the final say on what their apprentice is allowed to wear.

Luka Finchetti: Idk why I originally gave him a different last name that didn't make sense considering Giles adopted Luka when he was a baby so I changed it ANYWAY You all know Luka!! Sweet little guy!! He's very happy-go-lucky and looks up to Giles as both a father and master. Although coming off as innocent, he's not necessarily stupid and is capable of doing hard work (even if he acts like a wuss while doing it). When he's older, he still holds onto his childlike optimism and believes a good attitude is needed to work well with the dead.

Shane (Cassandra) Conroy: When Cassandra came out with orange hair that seemed to match the Amber color of the Life guild, Cain (her uncle and head curator of the Life guild), took that as a sign that she would be the apprentice for him. But his brother (Cassandra's father) and his sister in law seemed to have different ideas, wanting Cassandra to chose what guild she wanted for herself. Naturally, Cain murdered them both and raised Cassandra, or, Shane as his own. Shane is sarcastic and even though she's not the eldest, she's seen as an older sister by most. The Life guild has definitely left a bad taste in her mouth, but her desire to protect Luka has her curious about the Protection guild.

Dorian Laurent: Dorian is an apprentice that is truly and thoroughly in love with the guild he's in. With his strong people skills and ability to know what customers want before they even know they want it, he was practically made to be the new head of the Textile guild. He is a little bit stuck up and hoity toity, but only to those who are willingly ignorant. If you ask him to explain something, he gladly will. But he hates people talking nonsense about clothing. He has strong opinions on fashion and a small pet peeve of his is the fact his master doesn't actually wear emerald green. (She's the one that made his suit because "he looks so handsome in it!" but the color disgusts him. He rebels in his own way by wearing a tie that is the correct green).

Bedelia Smith: The problem with being the only normal girl surrounded by apprentices that are riddled with litanies of issues is that relating to your peers is surprisingly hard. People have always told Bedelia that she was so mature and motherly for her age, so naturally she took to the Cooking guild, making her abilities known before eventually being taken apprentice by Bubba. Secretly, although she's very happy in her guild, she'd like to be known for something more about her rather then her skills. (Although the Cooking guild's gem is Citrine, she wears an orange bandana because her father worked for the Life guild)

Hyacinth Ferris: Hyacinth is one of the many apprentices who came into the care of their master unwillingly. When caught out in a snowstorm, Hyacinth was cornered by Ishmael who was in a feral haze and in order to save herself, she cut off her own arm to satiate him, giving her time to escape. Afterwards when he came to his senses, he offered a spot as his apprentice as an apology. She felt like she couldn't refuse but has since become intensely loyal to her master and feels a kinship with how he's isolated from others. But this isolation causes her to struggle to make friends with the other apprentices.

Edward Lich: No matter how much he wishes he could just disappear into the background, Edward's shockingly tall stature always brings eyes on him. Which is why he found solace in the quiet of the Horticulture guild. Kinda like Hyacinth, Edward doesn't have the easiest time interacting with the other apprentices. But unlike her, Edward has no problem verbalizing what he thinks. This is entirely to his detriment as he's gained the reputation of being rude when in reality he's just painfully blunt. (Ex: if a boy he liked *cough cough Apollo* touched him on the arm. He would say "Don't touch me." when in his thought process would be more of "Wow I can't believe he's touching me! But he's making my stomach feel fluttery! I can't handle this!) If you give him time to apologize and clarify what he means, he's very sweet.

Ginny Waslin: As her parents were both polite, prim and proper Textile workers, they were greatly unprepared for the storm of energy their daughter was. So they practically begged anyone to apprentice her so they could get her out of the house. Claudia thought she could put Ginny's energy to good use and took her in under the Construction guild. Ginny often acts like a brat when she doesn't get her way and has a strong need to always be in charge. Much of her "bad" behavior comes from the fact that she's desperate for attention.

Apollo Bellerophon: Coming from a long line of head curators of the Protection guild, Apollo is obligated to do the same. However, what his family just doesn't seem to understand is that he doesn't have the physical strength or stamina to keep up with the needs of Protection guild. He has chronic fatigue and other ailments that his family ignores. Those who are patient and understanding enough to stick around know Apollo as a dry humored and quick witted young man. He'd much rather be in the Textile guild if you ask him.

[dyns33]

A bit jealous

Another Dream x Hob!Reader 

Even if he refused to admit it, Y/N had very quickly noticed that Morpheus was a jealous, proud and possessive being.

In a way, this was quite normal since he was a millennial, eternal creature, a king ruling over his kingdom and his subjects with care, therefore feeling responsible for them and doing everything to keep them safe. Their happiness was a plus, and their love was not a necessity, even if he smiled shyly when he felt that Lucienne or Matthew really cared about him.

Obviously, since they were together, Y/N could not escape this primary need for control and protection.

Morpheus didn't hate his dear lover's friends, but he was suspicious of them, wanting to make sure they were worthy of her, that they weren't going to put her in dangerous situations, and above all that they weren't going to hurt her.

Secretly, he also had a vicious fear that she would prefer the company of one of them to his own. Because even if they were both more or less immortal, it was not enough for a couple to work, and he was confident that he had many faults. His previous relationships had cruelly demonstrated this to him.

     "Nobody is perfect." Y/N had reassured him. "Not you, not me, no one. There are bound to be times when we disagree, when we argue. It's happened before. But I love you. You love me. With patience and dialogue, everything can be arranged. I'm not going to leave with someone else just because you annoyed me a little."

     "I have often heard that I have no patience, let alone the capacity for dialogue."

"No, boss, I said you had little capacity for dialogue, but sometimes you can find the right words."

     "Thank you Matthew."

    "Well, I would have enough patience for both of us then."

This reassured the master of dreams a bit, even though he continued to be jealous of her friends, and of the time she spent in the waking world, away from him. He sometimes visited her because he missed her too much, and to please her, although he was not comfortable, away from his kingdom.

Things weren't necessarily better when Y/N was wandering around the Dreaming. Because while he cared for his subjects, Morpheus also grew jealous of the attention his lover gave them.

Lucienne, Mervyn, Abel, Cain, Goldy, all the dreams and nightmares she had had , they all felt their creator's cold, accusing gaze on their backs, which made them tremble.

Of course, he didn't say anything, he didn't punish them, that would have been absurd. He just sulked, the rain falling for hours in the Dreaming, until Y/N finally came back to him.

     "You're ridiculous." she said each time, smiling and kissing him.

     "And you spend a lot of time with my subjects. Which is a good thing, I'm glad you like them, and they like you. But sometimes you spend more time with them than with me. Like Matthew. Here and in the waking world."

     "Remind me who asked him to watch me ?"

     "That doesn't mean he necessarily has to talk to you."

     "Poor thing, I'm not going to leave him out in the cold when he could be next to me on the couch. And before you say it should be you on the couch, that's not his fault if you are busy in your palace."

Y/N was certainly Matthew's favorite human, who had decided that she was the best partner his boss had ever had, even if he hadn't met any of the other. It didn't seem necessary to him, the others had left, while Y/N was still there, which was already an immense proof of her love for his great, but silly boss.

If he loved her so much, it was because he saw how happy the couple was, but also because the immortal woman took the time to listen to him, kept his secrets and did her best to reassure him. when he thought he was not a good raven.

If he couldn't be as good as Jessamy, and therefore not be Morpheus' favorite, he could be Y/N's favorite, and that was enough.

Seeing how more serene his raven seemed with his lover, Dream didn't try to separate them.

A friendship he had more difficulty accepting was the one she had with Hob Gabling. The project of his dear sister was a handsome, charming, funny man. Although it was yet another thing he refused to admit, he liked him. Which was a problem, because he considered him to be a real threat.

As an immortal, charismatic, and celibate man, Hob could please Y/N, and Morpheus regretted introducing them.

These fears never went away, but Hob never attempted anything with his lover. Respectful and polite, he told her about his experience as an none dying human, asking her what she had been through. They realized that they could often have crossed paths.

Soon they were like brother and sister, which was a good thing. Except when Hob behaved like a big brother.

     "I hope Morpheus treats you well. We sometimes talk about it with Death, and he can be really insufferable. I tried to be his friend once, and he left looking constipated. Because he's emotionally constipated. Sometimes I'm sure I see him in my dreams, staring at me with a scary look."

     "Morpheus..."

     "I'm not necessarily in all the dreams, there's no proof that it's actually me."

     "He ever told you about Shakespeare ? I need to tell you about Shakespeare."

     "It's late, we should go my love." Dream said standing up, putting his coat on her shoulders because it was cold, that he knew she liked his coat that contained the galaxy, and that he liked to see her wearing his clothes.

     "I'll tell you another time !"

That night, it snowed in the Dreaming, which made all its inhabitants panic. Snow wasn't really a good thing, even worse than rain or storm.

Lucienne ran up to Morpheus, who was standing on the balcony, with Y/N.

     "My Lord... Are you all right ?"

     "Yes, why ?"

      “It... It's snowing ?"

     "Oh, yes, sorry." Y/N answered with bright eyes. "There won't be any snow in my town this year, so Morpheus is giving me some here."

Like a child seeing snow for the first time, the immortal woman then turned her attention back to the snowflakes, while the Master of Dreams only had eyes for her, smiling tenderly at her excitement.

This moved the librarian a little, as well as the other dreams. Only Mervyn complained, because he was the one who was going to have to clean up. Even though it was nice that the boss was happy, he didn't have to put snow everywhere !

There remained Dream's family.

The beings who annoyed him the most in the world and for whom he was ready to do anything, because family was sacred, even when he wanted to kill some of his siblings.

Destiny never sought to meet Y/N, which was normal because the eldest of the Endless never got involved in anything. This reassured Dream, while saddening him a bit. He wished his brother had shown some interest in his lover, indicating that she was as special as he thought.

It was natural for Death to become friends with Y/N. Since Death became friends with almost everyone, and she was the one who offered her immortality to please his brother.

Morpheus was always scared when they were together. He was afraid that his sister would say embarrassing things about him, but also that she would decide to take back her gift. She had promised she wouldn't unless Y/N asked her to, but anything could happen.

So he was never far away when they met, trembling when his sister touched Y/N, and hoping he showed her enough love that she never wanted to leave this world.

Since he was happy, Desire, Despair and Delirium had to try to ruin everything by approaching the source of his happiness. Morpheus would never understand the behavior of the youngest members of their family, their childishness, and the need they had to harm him.

He went to see each of them in turn to remind them that their quarrel should not affect other people, and that if they hurt Y/N, or tried to separate them, they would be in serious trouble.

This somewhat calmed Delirium and Despair, who just wanted to have fun teasing him, but were smart enough to be afraid of his wrath. He wasn't sure Desire had listened to what he was saying.

Once, it was obvious that Y/N had encountered Destruction. This startled all of the Endless, who turned their attention to her, much to Morpheus' chagrin.

     "What do you mean, you think you've met my brother ?" he asked her slowly, feeling the gaze of the others on them.

     "Well, Lucienne was telling me about him, describing me as he was, his behavior, and I remembered that one day I met a guy who looked like that."

     "That doesn't mean he was my brother."

     "It was during a war, in Eastern Europe. According to the years, either he hadn't left yet or it had just happened, I'm not sure. I was walking around the world, avoiding attracting attention, and while I was in a bar, he offered me a drink. He said, 'for an intrepid traveler, who has come a long way for a long time and who must need to breathe a little'. He added that he knew someone like that, his brother. That I would no doubt like him and that it would do him good to meet me for a chat, at least once in a while. "

     "... You met my brother." sighed Morpheus, who used all his powers to prevent the others from entering his kingdom and asking Y/N a lot of useless questions.

     "He was nice. Very tall too. Are you all taller than humans ?"

     "No. Only when we want to be."

     "He said he was going to miss you, but he couldn't stay."

Dream said nothing. He had never understood Destruction's departure. It was selfish of him to abandon his kingdom like this.

     "I think I understand." Y/N then said, shaking her head.

     "Don't take this the wrong way, but it would surprise me."

     "Death explained to me about your jobs, and what happens if one of you dies. They are replaced, and the new one is not really new. You, but not you. Your brother was tired after a long road. He wanted to rest, while seeing that the world was destroying itself very well on its own. But he didn't want to die, and become someone else. So he left, and yes it's a little selfish, and he never said that you have to do the same. We saw what happened when you were locked up, it's not possible for you to leave, and it's sad in a way. But he's no longer there, and there is always war, wickedness, chaos. He saw that it would not be a problem for him to leave, except for his family."

The explanation was convincing, but Morpheus didn't really listen to it. He just realized that his brother had spoken more with Y/N than with him, and that made him a bit jealous. And maybe it had been easier to talk to a stranger, easier because Dream had refused to hear what he had to say, easier because Destruction knew who she was and she would mediate. 

But he was jealous, jealous of his brother for buying his lover a drink when she wasn't his yet and he was too stupid to come and see her more than once every hundred years, and jealous of Y/N, who had been able to see Destruction for the last time.

     "... I can be a bit proud, jealous and possessive."

     "A bit ?! Boss, you..."

     "Matthew." Y/N muttered, gently shooing him away. "It's good to admit it, Dream. It's a step in the right direction !"

     "I have no intention of changing that."

     "It's still good." she repeated with a forced smile, visibly disappointed, but still thinking that he was adorable.

There had already been a lot of changes since Morpheus' return, and since he had been dating Y/N. It wasn't so bad if he didn't change more, as long as he could control himself and just stare at people in their dreams.

[thevoidscreams]

Hello🌹You can write something about Sanguinius, with a reader who has the reputation and behavior of  Ciaphas Cain and that the reader is very attached to the angel and his legion. In general, if you have a better idea, then it's even better😊 just make it Sanguinius with a cool reader. Thanks in advance💚🖤❤️💙

Bet you thought i forgot about this. But I didn't....I just forgot where it was that i was writing it. It's also not exactly on character i got way more self deprecating with it.

Rating: G No warnings just the usual 30kness.

The angel didn't think his hearts could take much more of this. His hearts were racing in a panic as he flipped over the mangled haul of a rhino, anxiety rising as he prepared for the worst. 

Instead, he found you scuffed but alive in a natural groove in the earth. As if the dip had been placed there specifically for your tiny body to fall into.

"Hi honey, how's the battle going?" You joked. He didn't think it was funny at all, but it'd have to wait. The battlefield was no place for a lover's quarrel.

"We are going to discuss this later." All around the both of you, his legion was pushing back a massive invasion of Orks. And just to the side of your exploded rhino was the charred remains of their war boss, his head half gone from the explosion that'd rocked the battlefield, drawing the angel's attention in the first place. What remained was a mangled mess that snarled up hateful and defiant even in death.

Your half cooked plan had paid off. Much to your delight. "YES! It worked! Look, Sanguinius, I got him, I got the war boss." 

"Yes, I see. You did well." Sanguinius said quietly, picking you out of the dirt where you still sat celebrating your victory over the massive green skin.

Sanguinius looked down at it, and the corners of his vision tinted red as he swung his blade down in one hate filled swing, taking the rest of its head clean off in one mighty blow. It'd threatened your life, and he hated it for that. He suddenly found that he hated all of these green life forms, dead or alive. And none of them could be left standing.

Sanguinius's fist clenched around the hilt of his sword. No, he had to get you back to safety.

"I'm taking you back behind the lines." 

"Yeah, okay." Your voice came out in a squeak without much protest.

Still his irritation spiked, already heightened by the natural aggression instilled by his gene flaw. "You were supposed to stay behind the lines. I only agreed to let you come because you promised to only watch and vox me if their movements became irregular. You didn't do that. You did exactly what I asked you not to do."

“Yes I know, but I can explain ... .once you’ve won that is.” You hurriedly insured, wanting very much for him to get you back to a “Safe” distance.

Sanguinius sighed, he had to admit that you'd never gotten hurt so far. Never anything more than a scratch or bruised. It was like you'd be supernaturally blessed with the gift of luck.

No. Not luck. It was just your tactical mind thinking ten steps ahead. Luck was superstitious, and his father would scoff at the suggestion.

Sanguinius took to the air, with you wrapped up in his arms. "My dove, I understand you want to help and fight. But you are so precious to me."

Internally you scoffed, but externally you gave him a firm look, as if to convince him that you weren’t some soft little coward who secretly did want nothing more than to stay on his flag ship and sip expensive beverages and eat fine foods.

"I won't get hurt though, I'll be fine. Ask any in your legion who saw. I was holding on just fine before the war boss even showed up." Of course he didn’t need to know that the only reason you were on the field to begin with was that a bomb squig had chased you out of your relatively cushy, covered position.  

He landed, back-winging gently as he set you on your feet. "You will stay here behind the lines where you promised to stay the first time."

There wasn't much you could do to argue with a primarch. But just to make sure he called out to the closest marine who turned eagerly when his primarch addressed him.

"Watch her. This time, she is to stay here and watch." 

Some prideful part of you wanted to be mad, but his voice was all patience and gentleness. You couldn't stay angry, he’d understand later, once you’d had time to explain.

You turned away from the fighting, not wanting to think about the thousands of gnashing teeth and cruel eyes of the enemy that almost saw to your destruction that day. It might have been cowardly, well no, it was. But that’s what you were by nature, even if no one but yourself recognized that. Deep inside yourself you wished to be a hero, wished to be as valiant and stalwart as those you loved and occasionally fought alongside. You wished you could really be the person people saw you as. Some great humanitarian and a worthwhile individual who didn’t just luck your way into these victories.

You could see the retreated populace in the distance. Wounded and tired. They needed rest and shelter. Then an idea came to you. Maybe you could be a hero today. Even in some minor capacity.

When the green skins had at last been driven back into a valley and trapped, Sanguinius left them to be cleaned up by his legion. They would be easy to finish off now. Trapped as they were.

He found you working, still with his faithful Son by your side. He relieved the marine of his post and sent him to finish the battle. 

"The battle is nearly over. We'll be heading back to the Red Tear soon."

You didn't respond verbally, just nodded.

Your eyes were fixed on the tent pole in your hands as you secured it against the planet’s powerful breeze. The civilians were receiving care and being served small meals as an immediate relief effort.

"I want to continue helping set up the tents and serving the meals." 

"I know." He couldn't apologize, he hadn't done anything wrong in ensuring your safety, but he still felt as if he'd had. 

"The orcs have been driven back, can I stay to help now?" You asked.

He nodded and offered a hand to secure the tent’s pole, you let him take it. You smiled and moved on to the next pole.  'Good, at least she doesn't hate me.' Sanguinius thought.

The whole company stayed several days longer than expected. The orks were long dead, their bodies burned. You'd insisted on staying and giving aid, it was the charitable thing to do. 

The people thanked you all profusely. Some gave near religious bouts of praise to them.

Sangunius took their thanks for the extended aid as he always did. With humility, and grace. But there was a bit of selfishness to it. He wanted you to be happy with him again. It didn't take long for that to happen but he still took those extra few days to ensure it. Not that you gave him as much time anyways, not with the amount of injuries that needed attending and the amount of mouths there was to cook for. You'd been going almost non-stop, helping loved ones reunite, helping burn those that were dead by the hands of the orks and burying those that died after.

The humans began to look to you as some sort of authority or guide. Seeing you lead them and the respect the people held for you made his heart flutter and his wings ruffle. 

He'd need to get you alone sooner rather than later.

This wasn't the place for all that.

When there was enough order at last he ordered everyone to begin returning to the Red Tear.

"My love?" Sanguinius addressed you as you both arrived on the ship. You turned to look up at him. “Yes, my Angel?” He felt a thrill of excitement shoot up his spine and his wings practically hummed, he loved when you called him that, mostly cause you only called him that when you were happy. But he pushed it down and maintained his calm and casual air. “May we speak in my office?”

You nodded and followed him across the ship. A little light in his long shadow. Still despite how little you felt people still whispered your name as if you were some hero of the imperium. Passing voices recounting your "heroic" deed of killing the warboss. They didn't even know the faintest hint of the truth. You looked up to watch Sanguinius, in all his regal beauty. He was too good for a coward like you, was all you could think.

His office was as lovely as the rest of the ship and you made an effort to use admiring it to avoid the upcoming conversation. Sanguinius was generally good at reading you despite your best efforts. He stayed quiet and let you have some time, he could sense you needed it. But it couldn't last forever.

"You've been in my office many times. Surely the trimming can't be all that new or exciting to you, darling." Sanguinius urged at last.

"Speak for yourself, I just noticed a brand new spot I've never noticed before, and it is delightful."

Sanguinius smiled despite himself.

"You know why I want to talk."

It was true, you did. But you didn't want to have to explain that you were a coward to your dauntless lover. 

"I know." Was all you could get out before your throat tightened and the first few tears dropped unbidden from your eyes as you continued to avoid meeting his gaze.

The sight of your tears had an immediate effect on the man, primarch or no he was still your lover and he hated seeing you distressed. He reached for you and you let him take you into his arms. His wings followed, wrapping you up in their power and protection. 

"Darling, what's wrong? I'm not angry with you if you're worried about that." Part of you was but it was a much smaller part than the voice in your head that kept calling you a coward and a liar.

"I didn't want to disobey your orders the other day." You said, strangely flat in tone. Your eyes still leaked those darned salty tears but you'd already begun and you couldn't stop now. "I didn't want to be on the battlefield at all to be completely honest with you." You'd never told him how much you didn't actually like the field of battle.

"Then why? What could have possessed you to do what you did."

"It was an accident, I was chased onto the field… by a squig."

Sanguinius could picture this new version of events clearly. And to his own self he felt ashamed, not just for getting cross with you but for the almost sickening sense of relief that flooded every inch of him. It was a new reason to keep you here, on his flagship and away from the battlefield.

His wings closed in tightly on you and he continued to listen.

"It was one of those that was covered in bombs. And I ran, I had a lasgun, I could have shot it. But I ran, like a coward." 

Sanguinius held you tighter and shook his head. "You're not, you had to get to a safer distance before you could do anything."

It was your turn to shake your head then. "I didn't even think about that. I was just scared and I ran."

Sanguinius was quiet. "Why did you ask to come along with us to the surface?" He was changing the subject, trying to give you a break from the previous line of thought. 

"I didn't. I made a joke about wishing I could spend the day with you despite the battle and it was put in as an official request to join you."

Sanguinius's wings puffed in frustration and a measure of anger. That such a sentiment should have resulted in your endangerment.

"I'm sorry, my love. That shouldn't have happened." He kissed the top of your head but you didn't respond. A claw of worry tore at him and he gave you a gentle squeeze. All that came from you was a quiet shuddering sob.

"Why are you crying?" He asked at last, trying to keep his voice calm so as not to add to the stress of the situation. Sanguinius was loathed to admit that seeing you like this left him feeling helpless. And he despised seeing you cry.

"Because now you know." You choked out, voice heavier with grief.

“Darling, I don’t think you are a coward. I think that you were in a stressful situation and reacted. You are not used to being on the field of battle. Besides, your actions today did help us. Even if I was terrified for your safety.” “You were terrified?” You asked, astonished, eyes wide and still wet with tears. “Of course I was, I heard over the vox that a rhino had landed on you. How could I not be terrified?” He drew in a breath. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Sanguinius tilted your chin up just a bit. “I love you.” He whispered the words so softly you almost questioned whether or not you had actually heard him right. “I love you too.” His lips brushed softly against yours, the kiss was sweet and he filled it with all the concern and love he’d felt over the past several days. “I think I’d like to just stay on the ship from now on. And I’ll just have your time and affection when things are settled.”

The primarch breathed quietly in relief. “Good. Because I’m not willing to risk your safety after all of that.”You both chuckled and he lifted you up. “Now let's get cleaned up. And I’ll give you some of that much desired affection.”

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Secrets and Shenanigans

by alexndr_writes Timothy Drake knew who he was ever since his mother gave him “the talk” at the age of eight. The realization of his body growing into such a form made him spiral. Janet and Jack taught him to be ashamed of the gap between his soul and his anatomy. So telling people that he was transgender? Not an option. OR: The mis-adventures of Tim getting accidentally outed to his found family. Featuring: Emotionally constipated Bruce that secretly does care! Jason Todd being an ally! And Damien, for one time only, giving someone a hug! Words: 1469, Chapters: 1/6, Language: English Series: Part 1 of The Mis-Adventures of Timothy Drake Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, Gen Characters: Tim Drake (DCU), Janet Drake, Jack Drake, Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Damian Wayne, Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown, Duke Thomas, Alfred Pennyworth Relationships: Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson, Tim Drake & Damian Wayne, Stephanie Brown/Tim Drake, Cassandra Cain & Tim Drake, Tim Drake & Duke Thomas Additional Tags: Trans Male Tim Drake, Trans Male Character, Gender Dysphoria, Gender Identity, Bad Parents Jack Drake and Janet Drake, Absent Parents Jack Drake and Janet Drake, Tim Drake Needs a Hug (DCU), Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Good Sibling Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Protective Jason Todd, Jason Todd is Bad at Feelings, but he tries, jason todd said ally!, Bruce Wayne is Batman, Good Parent Bruce Wayne, in the comics he sucks but here he’s a good dad, I need him to be good to them okay, Coming Out, Bisexual Tim Drake (DCU), Found Family, Character Study via https://ift.tt/AX5KOWC

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random gone headcanons that have popped into my unhinged little brain, part 10

why hello there my friends, we’ve officially reached part ten of the hc’s series ! and almost directly after the 2 year anniversary of the first one too, funny how time works. a bit of a long one for you today as a treat to celebrate the occasion. i also wanted to mention that i love hearing everyone else’s thoughts and idk if yall have noticed but ive included other people’s hcs before so if you have any hcs you’d like to see included pls share them w me !!!!

frederico ran the black market at coates. in my hc (which is very extensive if anyone wants to hear the rest of it 👉🏻👈🏻) he was at coates for being a dealer so i feel him running it makes sense. black market for what ? i don’t know and it doesn’t matter, but freddie runs it.

he’s also the one that came up with the idea to have a black market in the fayz but that one is also attributed to howard, who he co runs it w.

the crux of drakes sadism is less about just simply wanting to cause violence and damage and more about being fascinated w pain and the fear associated w it. he enjoys the idea of pain and enjoys seeing other people (or just any living thing tbh) in pain, and that includes himself. he used to harm himself before the fayz purely bc he liked how it felt. however, he’s only ever felt a certain amount of pain so it’s not until he loses his arm and feels what pain is truly like that he doesn’t like it on himself anymore.

sam’s alcoholism began in the fayz. after the big split and the migration to the lake, orc had stopped drinking and howard, feeling like his purpose was fizzling out, was rescued by sam being bored. the lake being peaceful left him unsatiated and astrid leaving left him unstable, so he took up drinking just to give himself something to do. he accidentally weened himself off it at the end when the barrier went dark, followed by gaia and then the fayz ending, purely bc howard died and he had no access to alcohol anyway. he picked it back up later after the fayz to help him cope.

quinn listens to 80’s music

quinn gets tattoos post fayz. i have no clue what he’d get, but he’d get em. maybe even a piercing or two too

also, a bunch of kids in the fayz gave themselves dodgy stick and pokes, including lana. they get them properly tattooed later to immortalise them but there’s no way there wasn’t at least ONE kid who got a stick and poke in there

lana also went all out in terms of mentally ill and dyed her hair (im thinking maybe red i think she’d suit red) and cut herself bangs. she even considered giving herself a nose piercing but couldn’t find any jewellery to put in it and gave up on the idea.

quinn’s love language is physical touch so he’s incredibly clingy, and sam being his only friend means sam gets all the cuddles he didn’t ask for. quinn’s hanging off his shoulders or his arms or wherever he can reach at any given moment and there is nothing sam can do about it so instead, he must endure it (he’s secretly okay w this)

diana was a winx girly. in those conversations of “were you a barbie girly or a bratz girly” her response would be winx. the series is set in 2008/2009 so she probably would have been 9 or 10 when winx debuted in 2004. she pretends to think it’s childish but continues to watch the show as it comes out long after the fayz.

on this note, her being a winx girly is based off the fact she’s a fairy girly. she had an obsession w fairies as a child and never truly grew out of it. she has a deep affection for fantasy and whimsy and is part of why she romanticises her relationship w caine, and despite her outward attitude being generally off putting, she’s just a magical fairy princess on the inside 🧚‍♀️✨👑

also on this note, drake was a pirate kid and took it incredibly seriously. like was probably a klepto as a kid and had fake swords he took everywhere and threatened people w type of serious. this is based on the one scene of him humming the pirates of the caribbean theme song and also because i think it’s funny