#hi i'm falling into a clown portal

[strawberryamanita]

Yeah, I'm T4T

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[thecatchat]

Ace the bat hound becomes a ghost dog because he's such a good boy and dedicated to justice. Inspired off of this post here.

But, instead of being found out by Danny, it's the batfam's usual mystic contacts, like Constantine, that discover and reunite Ace and the Bats. Constantine muttering about how annoyingly resilient the particular brand of ghost is. From the infinite realms, Ghosts from there are a headache and a half to get rid of but portals, information, and really anything about it is far and few between since no one's been able to get into contact since some fight a couple centuries ago (Dark being sealed away). Justice Leauge Dark promises to let the family know if they hear anything or find any relevant information about the Infinite Realms, but since literally nothing has been heard from them in so long, no one really knows anything off the top of their head about it.

While Ace is technically supposed to be hidden away at home, he ends up sneaking along one day to help deal with Joker after the clown kidnaps Nightwing and/or Robin (Damian). The photos and videos of the event are blurry and smudged, but word of mouth gets around, and soon, the entirety of Gotham is celebrating the return of Bat Hound the Ghost, the very good boy back from the grave.

Meanwhile, things are going great for the family, just having Ace back makes everyone feel just a bit better (because Ace is a full ghost with a core and is helping to filter the currupt ectoplasm called Lazarus Water with physical touch). Jason is over more often and enjoys flopping on the couch with Ace for a quick snooze, Dick is over the moon to fight with Ace by his side again, Damian makes sure Ace is properly introduced to the rest of the animals that live at the mansion, Tim actually falls asleep semi-regularly now after Ace starts bothering him about being awake, and everyone else is reaping the benefits of having a bat trained dog that seems to be able to sniff out when they need a dog to pet.

Then these guys in white show up.

Ace had seemingly been on edge all night and when it was time to turn in for the night and let Signal come out for the day, Ace follows along, not listening to any command to stay home. Some of the others stay ready in the cave but they let Signal and Ace go out with the promise to call the moment something big happens.

Now, up until then, Ace's powers had been tallied up to: intangibility, invisibility, and occasional hovering/heightened jump. Every other exercise responded out as normal dog (except for the whole being dead thing). Maybe slightly higher emotional intelligence, but some dogs are just Like That. Through some tests, they do find that Ace has a new found hatred of Lazarus Water, but they don't find any obvious weakness that isn't a banishment spell which is as worrying as it is a relief.

So when these white suits start shooting using guns that glow the same green as Ace in Signals' vision and the shoots hit? Ace yelps in pain before seemingly barking out some kind of energy ball? And barreling into a wall so hard it cracked from another shot? Every single alarm that Signal can think to trip gets set off.

But not before one of the suits (one of the many suits, they're terrible fighters but there's just so many of them and two of them) takes out something that looks like a thermos and points it at Ace.

Within a second, Ace is gone.

Signal is so shocked he almost gets hit himself by the dozens of shots of energy blasts now aimed at him. He can't get to the white van in time before it speeds off.

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I'm going to end this part here. I'm going to continue this in the reblogs but I also want people to take a crack at this story themselves! If you're inspired by this please put your thoughts or stories in the reblogs or tags!

[beesbiteandwillowrites]

DP x DC Prompt: "City of Ghosts"

Gotham is a part of the Infinite Realms.

It's a bit of a mythical place really. Ghosts don't go there, and Gotham ghosts don't venture out of their city haunt. Everyone in the Infinite Realms knows that Gotham is a lawless place. They avoid it like the plague. Skulker doesn't hunt there. Walker ignores all the violations of the rules and laws of the Infinite Realms that happen within city limits. Pariah Dark didn't touch that area with a ten-foot pole, in spite of being king of everything within the Infinite Realms. Even Dan hadn't bothered with that place in his own timeline, its inhabitants too twisted and feral for him to fight (he had scars from when he fought some fucked up guy with a shadowcore that somehow powered bright flaming swords bc what's the logic in that?). Gotham is its own brand of crazy not even the bravest and most power-hungry ghosts touched.

Unfortunately, nobody thought to tell Danny this.

Now, you can go so many ways with this. Danny could catch the attention by everyone's favourite serial adopter who sees a baby ghost in need of training and make him a ghost-bat. You can have shipping fics between Danny and any of the bats. You can have Gotham's insane rogues set their sights on the new halfa and enter Amity Park through the portal.

I'm a ho for Jason Todd and I love to ship him with just about anyone, so what if when Danny enters Gotham, he meets a ghost boy by the name Robin, who talks about reading books and protecting people and who saves Danny from a mob of feral city ghosts and is just generally really cute and oh shit, Danny might have a crush.

And then Robin's existence is wiped away by a crazy clown who tortures the boy and shatters his core into so many shards he fades away, and Danny believes the love of his life death is truly gone

Jason's resurrection would be fascinating to explore bc what kind of bullshit could damage a core so beyond repair and what cosmic fuckery actually pulls all those shards back together? (my shipping heart says "Danny accepting the crown caused a power surge and brought Jason back" for drama)

Or maybe Red Hood already exists, and you can pair him with Dan, do an enemies-to-lovers kinda fic, where they were at each other's throat in the initial timeline, but end up falling for each other in the second timeline

Or explore the first timeline and write a tragedy in which Jason has to watch how his partner gets more twisted and warped as time goes on and ends up becoming his enemy

Just Gotham as a ghost town. Literally.

(I may be hyperfixating on this a little at the moment)

[felice-jaganshi]

My Fallen Apple

Lucifer X Reader

Chapter 3

It's been a week, and you've been texting Lucifer every day since you left. You sometimes send him selfies with your friends or new places around heaven, and he does the same, sort of introducing you to the seven sins and the other rings through the pictures. It's a great time, really!

But now comes the hard part. You told your friends you had a “secret date” with someone and refused to say who. You also told them not to worry if you didn't answer anything till the next morning, as that just meant the date went really good.  

You made your way to where Adam had shoved you off before. You thankfully had managed to avoid him for the week. He was apparently “very busy” with higher angel stuff, not that you cared.

 

You took a deep breath, making sure your phone and backpack were secure before taking the leap!

You were free falling for a majority of the fall, pulling out your wings only when the castle was in sight. But before you could get too close something like a white missile came zooming up to meet you!

 

“You came! You really came back!” It was Lucifer, he'd come up to meet you halfway. He looked stunning, his wings out and on display. You can't help staring.

 

“wow… I've never seen someone with six wings before! Everyone I know has two or four.” He chuckled and danced around you in the air, showing off.

“Well, I am the strongest angel ever created by the OG big man himself.” You giggle at his antics, he was such a charmer. Suddenly you find yourself scooped into his arms, “come on, I got something really cool to show you!” 

You tuck in your wings and let him carry you around. He opened a portal and flew through. “Now, normally human souls can't go to the other rings, but since I'm literally the king , I can get you special exceptions to go anywhere at all, as long as you're with me.” 

He smiled, it had a smugness to it. Pride. But it was different from when Adam was being prideful and showing off, this time it was endearing and charming. Rather than obnoxious and irritating.

 

Next thing you knew, he was landing in front of a fancy restaurant. “A good friend of mine runs the place. I booked us a reservation.” As you entered there was sensual music playing and demons everywhere. But really, they didn't look that much different from angels. Other than a darker color palette on average.

As you were seated, almost immediately a giant demon made mostly of blue fire rushed over to your table! 

 

“Luci, baby! Oh it's been so long since you dined at my place!” He scooped the king up in his arms and squished him to his chest, rocking back and forth and looking so happy!

 

“Oh come on Ozzy! Has it really been that long?!” He laughed, and hugged back. Ozzy frowned and set him back down.

 

“Yes. Ever since you and She had a fight here, you haven't been back. That was 30 years ago, luci.” You hide behind the menu while this back and forth occurs. Another demon suddenly comes up behind you and grabs your chair, leaning over you and looking upside down! You drop the menu and try not to scream from surprise.

 

“And who's this little cutie? Is she the one who finally got you to leave pride and visit all of us?” His voice was raspy and he looked like a clown. 

 

“Hi… I'm-” before you can say your name, he turns your chair, making you spin round in circles for a bit. 

 

Lucifer smiled, “yeah she is, my new best friend.”

 

Ozzy gasped, “new best friend? Am I being replaced?!”

 

“Hey hey, no! Buddy! You're my brother, all, well, 5 of you are my family! I love you guys! She's just the newest addition to that family. That's all.” He then smiled at you. You were so dizzy you could hardly hold his gaze. “Yo Fizz, I think you overdid it.”

 

Fizzarolli looked you over, “oops. Sorry babe, you alright? No hurling on me now.” He made his way back to Ozzy's shoulders.

 

“I'll… be fine. Just gimme a second.” You take a few seconds to reorient yourself and take a sip of water before smiling at him. “All good.” He smiled back at you.

 

“Good, I hope this isn't too much for you. This is only your second time hanging out with me.”

 

“Hm, only second time and you brought her to my place? Luci, you certainly do move fast! And I thought I was the master of lust~.” He teased Lucifer, then went to your side. “Thanks for getting him out of the house sweetheart, we owe you a big one.” His voice was really sweet and he placed a warm hand in the middle of your shoulders. 

 

“It's been a pleasure to know him. Did you say you're the master of lust? Would that make you…”

 

“Asmodeus, the sin of lust, at your service baby girl.” He winked. “Would you like any recommendations for dinner? I can tell you all of Luci's favorites.”

 

“Oh, sure.” You were a little nervous now. “I'm not used to being anywhere this fancy. I feel like I'm underdressed for this kind of place…” 

 

“Oh honey, don't worry about that. You're literally here with a king. You can get away with anything when you're with him .” 

_______

 

After dinner, Lucifer took you back to his castle and you looked at more duckies together.

When he turned his back, an impulse came to mind. Hide in the pile of ducks. And well, why the hell not?

 

“Oh and this one- Becca? Hello?” He looked around and didn't see you. He then heard a squeak from your pile as you accidentally squish a duck. He grins, his voice going low, “oh my, looks like i got a rogue angel to hunt down.” He then chuckled and you felt butterflies in your gut. Oh no, why was that hot?!

The next thing you know, he's diving into the pile of ducks! He quickly finds you and you're now pinned beneath him, “So, what was the plan from here? Wait for me to leave so you can run around my palace unsupervised?” He smiled like the cat that caught the canary and tilted his head to the side.

 

“Um… there wasn't really a plan. Just sounded like a fun thing to do.” You were blushing and nervous, you placed your hands on his shoulders, not sure if he'd try to make a move or not. Would you even be upset if he did? He seems to suddenly become aware of your positions as you touch him. He pulls back quickly!

 

“Oh, whoops! Sorry Becca, didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.” He adjusted his tie nervously, standing up. You get up as well.

 

“I'm not uncomfortable Luci. But, if you wanted today to be a date, you should have said so. I would have dressed nicer.” He looks shocked by your words, a blush forming on his cheeks.

 

“No no no no!” He waves his hands dramatically before pointing to his ring. “I- I just wanted you to meet my friends! I'm totally married!” He was panicking now.

 

“But your wife has been missing for seven years?” You have to ask, “Did she take your daughter with her?” He sighed and shook his head.

 

“No, Charlie is an adult doing her own thing, that's all. And lilith… She and I… I don't know anymore. She promised me forever, and I want to believe this is just a rough patch and we'll get through it but… she hasn't even spoken to Charlie all this time either…” He looked more upset by that than her leaving him.” 

You give him another hug, “mind if I stayed the night? I brought a change of clothes and a toothbrush. I wanna spend more time with you.” He hugs back.

 

“Yeah, I have a guest room you can stay in.”

[indecisive-dizzy]

Alright the Gravity Falls brain rot is kicking in (aka I watched a 4hr video overanalyzing ATOTS <3 iykyk)

So have a loosely thought out concept of a hypothetical Welcome Home x Gravity Falls au with my "Hear me out!"s This is a long one, you've been warned <3

Wally - Dipper

Sally - Mabel

Julie - Stanley

Frank - Stanford

Eddie - Soos

Barnaby - Wendy

Poppy - Abuelita

Howdy - Gideon

Home - Bill???

Ok hear me out! (under the cut) Please ignore typos <3

Very quick clarification! For this au everyone is at least in their teens and I'm gonna add their ages as I elaborate. Ok? Ok!

Gonna Start with Poppy and Eddie. In this hypothetical au Poppy is Not Eddie's grandmother. Originally I thought of assigning Poppy the role of Lazy Susan but I wanted her to have a closer connection to the rest of the cast. And Abuelita fit the role well enough for me! She's just a sweet homebody who wants to knit and bake in peace. Eddie tells her all about work and Wally and Sally visit. <3

So Poppy and Eddie live together as Roommates/Family. Poppy took Eddie in as a teen (16ish) when she was in her early 20s (22-23?) He views her as a big sister. And she views him as a little brother. Anxiety siblings <3 (yes I hc Eddie has anxiety) Eddie started working for the shack soon after being taken under Poppy's wing. He's a tad forgetful and clumsy but is a very reliable handy man and a good friend! He's got a big heart and worries about Julie sometimes.

Currently, as in the time the au takes place, Eddie is 24 and Poppy is 30-31.

Julie and Frank would in fact make a Fantastic Mabel and Dipper. Tbh I think I've seen the comparison before. Which is exactly why I'm not doing it! They're not twins here but they are childhood friends and very close in age, Frank being slightly older. Currently, Julie is 57(?) and Frank is 58(?). (Ages aren't confirmed, all I know is I want them to be A Bit younger than the Stans. Currently this would put them in their late 20s at the time of the portal incident)

I feel like people sometimes forget that Frank is not against resorting to violence lol. Which is great for post portal Ford (and maybe Paranoia era Ford. bbg was not afraid to use that crossbow.) And Julie is a girl bossing business woman! She's scamming people selling breen to the tourists! Whatever that is! Tbh Big inspo for this decision is Relativity Falls, like I said these two make for great mystery twins.

So! Wally (15) as a teenage Dipper! It's just Wally but his curiosity is bumped to 100. Still the same lil guy but he's got a hyperfixation on the supernatural and cryptids. Maybe he hasn't quite figured out his style yet, maybe he's a bit more awkward, I dunno.

He kinda didn't want to spend his summer here but ends up enjoying himself as he makes friends and gets to over indulge his curiosity.

Sally (15) is Wally's adopted sister! By sheer coincidence they have the same birthday but Sally always points out that she's older because she was "born at sunrise!" She's very adventurous and is often the one leading their escapades. I imagine she meets this aus equivalent of Candy and Grenda at the local theater. Very much wants to be her own person, separating herself from the Adopted Twins thing. Not in a bad way! She loves Wally very much but wants people to see her as Sally! Not just "Wally's Sister."

Barnaby (22) is very laid back and so is Wendy. Yeah I don't actually have a lot to say? Um. He does the bare minimum work but is a good friend to Julie. He's real observant and can tell she's not always as bubbly as she seems But she's also his boss so he doesn't pry. Instead just offering a distraction or a rare bit of advice..

Oh! There's a parallel with him and Wally and Wendy and Dipper. Except Wally just wants to be friends with Barnaby but doesn't quite know how to communicate that. Maybe he just kinda follows him around the shack hoping to figure out what to say?

Thinking their relationship is literally the recent quote from Clown's Q&A: "Barnaby meeting Wally felt like business as usual, and Wally meeting Barnaby felt like meeting the whole world." yeah that's it. Sums it up Perfectly <3 Wally thinks Barnaby is really cool and friendly. And he wants a friend who treats him like he's mature. Like he's 15, not 5. And Barnaby does that right out the gate. Calls him kid but obviously doesn't treat him like a small child.

Ahem. Capitalism. Howdy's (21) a filthy capitalist and wants the shack for Profit. I don't think he'd resort to literal breaking and entering to get the deed? Can't make Profit from jail if he gets caught. But he's definitely trying to buy the property off of Julie. Maybe we stray further from Gravity Falls canon and say he gets an early redemption bc I'm a sucker for this goof. It would be sometime after taking the shack (and losing it.) Oh but he does summon the Evil. Can't break the law if the law doesn't account for Interdimensional Demons!

On that note, Yes Howdy could be Stanley. But again. That's the easy way out! Also in my brain that would make,, idk Barnaby? Ford. And I couldn't do that.

Ok final (wh) character. Home. So I'm on the side of Home Isn't Evil/The Antagonist. He's just a guy (house)! A sassy fella! But someone's gotta be the Eldritch Horror and Unfortunately, Home,,, well he's a lil quirky!

But idk How to incorporate Home. They speak in onomatopoeias! They're a house! Is Home now a Vague 2D House Shaped Demon? Do the have Limbs? Wear a top hat? Do they talk now? Home speaking words feels cursed. But I genuinely don't what else to do? Maybe we suspend our disbelief and they still talk through banging shutters. Everyone just understands them bc Cartoon logic pffff maybe they have subtitles projected into your brain that only you can see idk lol.

So obviously there's Way more GF characters than there are WH characters. insert characters [(y/n)] aren't my thing for aus so that's a no go for me personally. I imagine the town is filled with characters we've heard of outside the neighbors (Ma Beagle of course lives in town.) Maybe some of Howdy's family is here who knows. And the rest would be randos or ocs I guess! Tho I don't believe Julie's siblings are in town.

Anywho this is all hypothetical and I made it up and retyped things as I went along. I wanted to ramble some nonsense so I did! If you read it, Awesome! You sure did that!

[homestuckreplay]

JOHN EGBERT BANGING OUT THE TUNES APRIL 21, 2009?!

After our adventures in John's bedroom and living room these past days, we now get a glimpse into his father's study. Unsurprisingly this room is also filled with harlequins, but this time the more businesslike monochrome harlequins, almost veering into mime territory. There's also a copy of 'The Serious Jester' on the desk. From this we could guess that this is where John's dad does the serious part of clowning - filing his taxes or whatever - if it weren't for the next line.

There is also a CAN OF PEANUTS on the desk. Ha ha, oh DAD. You won't be falling for THAT one again any time soon. A severe peanut allergy is a terrible affliction to cope with.

AGAIN?? Is this suggesting that John's dad, through carelessness at best, has been leaving peanuts around the house to potentially poison his son with? Can we infer that his ceaseless cake baking is a sort of Russian roulette, where most cakes are perfectly safe but there's a small chance any one could have peanuts blended in? Is the divide between John and his father that John does whimsical, ridiculous pranks while his father does 'serious' pranks that endanger people's lives? When are we going to meet this evil clown?!

A father without a pipe is like a strapping roughneck without a toothpick. That is to say, HE IS A RATHER PISS-POOR EXCUSE FOR A ROUGHNECK IF YOU ASK ME.

This is the THIRD time an opinion like this has been voiced by the narration - first the tire swing, then the fire, and now the father, all trappings of the suburban lifestyle in which John seems to live. The narrator explicitly calls themself 'me' here too, suggesting a distinct entity instead of a disembodied narration. Are we reading this from the point of view of an entity who is keeping John homestuck, forcing him to partake in all the trappings of home life? And does this have anything to do with Sburb - as someone pointed out on Discord last night, it's only one letter away from Suburb?

I think that captchaloguing a captchalogue card should cause John to open a portal to the astral plane like with bags of holding in D&D.

But the most exciting part of this update is John playing the piano on page 77 - complete with a song playing inside the animation! The song is Showtime by Kevin Regamey and Malcolm Brown, and it's a very pleasant listen. John is a skilled piano player!! Which means that sooner than expected, I'm getting an answer to my question of 'what is John good at'. I can't believe there hasn't been a single mention of music in this comic until now, and suddenly John busts out this simple but lightweight, airy, carefree melody that he's clearly practiced loads before. What other secrets is this kid hiding from us?

The caption on this animation is even more intriguing - '(Pages including sound will be preceded by [S] in the command.)' Is music going to become a regular part of the comic? Is John playing music going to become relevant to the plot, so we'll get to hear more of his songs, or will music be worked into the story in other ways? This is treading new ground, moving Homestuck further away from a 'traditional' comic, which only makes me more curious about where it'll go next.

[mistress-ofmagic]

Around the Realms in 80 days- Chapter 20

Pairing: Reader x Loki

Story summary: You have fallen through a portal during the convergence into Asgard and come face to face with Thor, and his brother Loki. With no way to return, you must travel with the two men and their hoard of asgardian soldiers to get back home. Things get from bad to worse when you have to share a tent with the god of mischief himself.

Notes:

Um so hi!! I hope some of you are still out there!!! I'm so sorry for my insane absence but I have been struggling with some health issues and had to have surgery to have my gallbladder removed! Either way I am back now and I really really hope some of you are still interested in reading this story and can still remember what is going on lmao!

I honestly thought at one point this chapter would be short but I always think that and I am always a clown. We have gotten back to the plot more in this chapter after a couple of silly fun chapters so I hope you enjoy it!

Read this story on a03!

find all parts to this story on Tumblr here

The fire demons were attacking from all sides, with you and Loki in the middle. You were surprisingly calm and felt focused on your task, creating forcefields to protect you and Loki from the firebolts headed your way. Loki’s green magic blasted towards the demons, knocking them with force. 

“Impressive shield work, I suppose you've had ample experience dealing with fiery nuisances.”

You grinned at him in the middle of the battle, “my life is basically a never ending bonfire.” 

The demons retaliated with a torrent of flames and you wielded your staff to make your forcefield stronger. 

Loki flourished his sceptre towards the demons, 

“You’re extremely competent with that staff.” Loki said, impressed. 

“That’s what he said.” 

You both laughed heartily. 

“My dear, your quick wit and fiery spirit are almost as impressive as my powers.” 

Loki shot the rest of the demons with two pistols he drew from his holders attached to his tan leather buckled belt.

There was quiet after, and you dropped your forcefield now the enemy had been dealt with. You looked back at Loki, taking in his brown batwing chaps. You had the sudden desire to be as close to him as possible and you both took strides towards each other. Loki gave you a smouldering look, his eyes full of passion, took you in his arms and leaned in…

“Latte?” 

Who had said that? Loki’s lips had moved but a different voice sounded. Had Loki always had that cowboy hat on?

“Latte.” A singsong voice stated again. 

“Hm? Yes please…” 

There was a gentle chuckling which confused you. What had you said that was funny? 

Come to think of it, what was that strange whirring noise? And what was digging into your head?

Your eyes opened slowly and found Thor and Fandral looking at you, grinning. 

Oh god, you’d fallen asleep on the spacecraft. 

Worse still, you seemed to be resting your head on the shoulder of none other than Loki of Asgard. 

He shoved you off, surprisingly not too sharply.

“You have a bony shoulder.” You mumbled, rubbing the side of your head. 

“How did you fall asleep? I thought you were nervous.” Loki asked, almost slightly impressed. 

“It’s a gift.” You yawned and stretched and ignored Loki’s narrowed eyes. “Are we there yet?” 

“Nearly.” Thor answered as he and Fandral shared a look. “Best prepare yourself.” 

They wandered to the front of the helm with Hogan. Prepare yourself? How could you prepare yourself? Maybe you could take a defensive stance or something? 

Unfortunately the more nervous you got, the loonier your brain tended to get and your dream had knocked you off kilter. 

 “Stop it.” Loki said, sharply.

“Wh-i’m not doing anything.”

You refused to make eye contact with him, the dream still far too fresh in your memory. Jesus, what would have happened if you hadn’t been woken up? 

You stared determinedly at the steel floor. 

“I can tell you are ruminating, you are going to work yourself up, as you usually do.” He added at the end unnecessarily. 

Why did he pick now as an opportunity to be kind of sweet? Well as sweet as Loki could be, which was still rather stern and prickly. 

What was that uncomfortable feeling, were you…

“Are you blushing?” Loki asked incredulously. “Like a fair maiden?” He added smugly. 

“No!” You said too fast. 

Loki’s smugness seemed to grow. 

“I hope you are going to be able to focus on the mission at hand.” 

“Ugh don’t be so gross. It’s just a bit warm in here. And besides I’m allowed to ruminate. Is this 1984? Are you the thought police?” You prattled on.

God you hoped not now would be a really bad time for Loki to be the thought police. 

He raised an eyebrow as if to say ‘I told you so’ and you stuck your tongue out at him. 

“Very mature.” 

“Well given that I’m not one billion years old like you are I am allowed to have moments of immaturity, especially before I face certain death.” 

You noticed out of the corner of your eye that Sif was giving you a strange look from the seats opposite you, and it was not exactly friendly. 

You had kind of forgotten about the additions to your Asgardians pals on this trip and the fact that they weren’t particularly used to seeing mortals. And probably not mortals who argued with their most hated Prince. And you had just blushed too which was so uncool. Oh god, you were never going to beat the sycophant rumours. 

Your phone buzzed in your pocket. How do I have signal in space you wondered, starting miraculously at your phone. 

The text was from Oliver, a gif of a cat waving goodbye and the light relief made you chuckle. 

“What has amused you my lady?” Fandral asked, sitting down opposite you next to Sif. He sat with his legs very wide, almost touching Loki’s legs with what little gap there was between the two seating benches. 

Loki rolled his eyes and made an irritated noise which Fandral ignored. 

“Nothing really.” You shrugged it off. 

“Well something has got you smiling.” Fandral raised his eyebrows at you, teasingly. 

“Honestly it’s nothing a text.” 

“What’s a text?” Volstagg asked, biting into an apple. 

“Must you always be eating?” Fandral asked, laughing. “A text is a Midgardian form of electronic communication.” He smirked at you, knowingly. 

You fought back the laughter that threatened to escape you at the sight of Volstaggs confused face. 

“That’s right.” 

“But I wonder, who is sending you texts?”

“Just a friend wishing me well.” You replied hastily. 

“Ah” Fandral frowned. “But there is no need for such wishes, you have Asgards mightiest warriors with you.” He winked. 

Loki scoffed, and seemed to be about to say something when the craft suddenly jolted, as if it had hit an invisible wall. 

Thor took a few strides back to face the party. 

“We’re here.”

                                                                        ***

Surtur was huge. And also terrifying. And had you mentioned the huge thing? You could see why the fire demons had made him their leader.

He looked as though he was made completely from molten rock and seemed to remain ablaze. He had two horns sticking out of either side of his skull which alone must have been about the height of a double decker bus.  His eyes were two yellow fires held in the twisted roots of his skull.

You guessed this was sort of the court for the fire demons. Surtar sat at the furthest end of rocky landscape (fire demon architecture left much to be desired) with a few other important looking fire demons surrounding him who seemed to be swagged out with various pieces of gleaming multicoloured rock jewellery. 

There were more of the demons surrounding, snarling at your group as you walked past. Thor and Loki strode ahead of the party, and you had tried to position yourself in the middle, hoping you wouldn’t be noticed. 

God it was hot. You fought the urge to fan yourself and you felt yourself getting a very sexy top upper lip sweat already. Your outfit was doing nothing to help although you were grateful for it. Stark had kitted you out in head to toe Stark tech. The material was flame resistant, as well as having some other properties that seemed helpful but you couldn’t for the life of you remember what they were now.  

Of course, the Asgardians didn’t seem to have worked up a sweat. 

“Your council seem unhappy to see us, Surtur.”

“My council are unused to visits from Odinsons. As am I.” Surtur spoke with a deep, gravely voice that you felt in your stomach.

“We want no trouble.”

“And yet, you bring the God of trouble himself.” His voice reverberated around the room, encouraging the other demons to laugh, a sound that concerned you. 

“We demand answers. Why have you attacked Midgard?” Loki ordered. 

Surtur laughed again,

“Surely you have not come all this way, placed yourself in danger to lecture us about a tiny world that none of us care about?”

Rude, you thought. 

“Midgard is under Asgards protection. My father stopped the frost giants from conquering Midgard many moons ago and I will stop you from doing the same now if I have to.” Thor stated.

“I have no desire for Midgard.” 

Then why attack at all, you wondered.

Luckily, and also scarily, Loki was on the same page as you.

“If Midgard is so wretched, why even bother attacking them?”

Surtur frowned his great big forehead. 

“Midgard had grown complacent, it was time to remind them their fairytales were real.” He opened his mouth into a fiery grin.

You didn’t buy it personally, but you had bigger problems to worry about. One of the Surtur’s burning councilmen was staring directly at you, his eyes glistening like black coals. 

“Come now Surtur, you can’t think us so foolish as to believe that, when for thousands of years you have left the Midgardians alone? Your attacks on Midgard seemed random; attacking three cities and then retreating quickly? Not the strategic planning of the Surtur that we all know and revere.” Loki played to his ego. 

“The attacks on Midgard were just the beginning.” Surtur leant forward in his gigantic throne. 

The fire demon doing his best to stare you out was continuing to make you uncomfortable. You wanted to ask about the disappearances; after Stark had told you about the attacks you had done some googling and it turns out that a number of people in the cities had gone missing during the attacks. They were presumed dead, their bodies left somewhere in the destruction and rubble but something about it felt off to you. You had raised it with Stark and he had agreed. 

You were stuck between mentioning it but not wanting to draw any more attention to yourself. You thought briefly to how Loki sometimes talks to you in your head, a phenomenon you were not particularly fond of. 

Could there be a way you could do the same with him? You weren’t sure exactly how it worked and maybe it was just one of Loki’s irritating tools in his magical toolkit but could there be a way of reaching him in a similar way?

You focused firmly on the back of Loki’s head. 

Ask about the disappearances.

…nothing happened. 

Next, you tried to imagine sending the words from your head and into Loki’s head, but again 

nothing seemed to happen and you felt a bit stupid. You tried again a couple more times, shouting the words louder in your own head. Finally, you closed your eyes and imagined pushing the thought like a wave, crashing down onto him. 

Ask about the disappearances, bitch 

You tried louder and angrier too, in case that helped. 

You watched Loki closely as he shifted slightly. 

By the Norns, can you stop shouting at me? 

Oh my god, it worked. 

How did I do that?

I left the channel between us open and you figured how to tap into it.Even telepathically Loki sounded irritated, as if he regretted doing so. You however, were very pleased he had.

So I’m not telepathic? 

Fortunately not. 

But I did figure out how to do this. You felt very smug.

Congratulations. Loki sounded sarcastic. 

“What do you mean ‘just the beginning’” Thor frowned. 

You snapped back to the conversation happening not in your head. 

Surtur laughed in response. 

You noticed a shared annoyed glance between Loki and Thor. 

“What about the mortal disappearances?” Loki asked.

“So many questions.” Surtur goaded them, “how does it feel to be in the dark Asgardians?”

He was loving this, it was very frustrating. You wanted to punch his massive scorching face. Although, your hand would probably burn which wouldn’t have been ideal. 

Still you thought, he didn’t deny the mortal disappearances which could mean something. Or perhaps he was simply playing with you all. 

Thor scoffed, “Surtur you old fool, Asgard is still the most powerful realm in the Cosmos, do you really think whatever scheme you have bought into is going to prevail?” 

“Odin grows old, Asgard is not what it was. Perhaps it is time for change. The end of things as we know it and the rebirth of something new.”

“The ‘rebirth’?” Loki took a step forward, “careful now Surtur, that sounds suspiciously like…”

“Ragnarok.” Surtur finished in his deep, slow voice. 

The Asgardians around you shifted, and Sif made a noise of disgust. 

What was that word? You thought you could vaguely remember reading it somewhere but you couldn’t remember what it meant. By the reactions of the people around you, you guessed it was not good news. 

“What?” Sif spat and grabbed hold of her sword. 

Loki’s eyes were hard and steely, and his face pale despite the heat but he replied dryly,

“Ragnarok? A tired prophecy Surtur. Surely you can conjure a more original plan than that?” 

“Puny Gods, you cannot stop this. If I were you I would go home and spend your remaining time with your loved ones.” Surtur chuckled. 

You cursed yourself inwardly for not paying more attention to your books, if only you could remember what Ragnarok meant so you knew what they were talking about. 

Thor looked properly angry, a look you had not seen on him before, “Cease this senseless nonsense, this is your warning or Asgard will have no choice but to engage in war.” 

“You will have your war Odinson and you will loose. Ragnarok has already begun and there is no stopping what the fates have decided. The prophecy must come true.” 

“Then you know what we will do, you have signed your people a death sentence.” 

As Thor’s hammer glowed an electric blue, your heart jumped as you realised that a fight might break out. 

Oh god this is really happening. 

“Thor, let’s think rationally about this.” Loki put his hand on Thors shoulder. 

Thor however seemed beyond reason, and he shrugged him off as he held his hammer up and swung it, preparing to fight.

“You have made a grave mistake Odinson.” Surtur stood suddenly and you followed his flaming body with your eyes, amazed and terrified at the size of him now you could see his full height. 

“Don’t say it.” Loki groaned.

“I make grave mistakes all the time, but everything seems to work out.” 

“And you said it.” 

The air crackled with tension for a few seconds, and then before you could comprehend what was happening, fire demons began their attack. 

After a couple of seconds of standing there with your mouth open like a fish without water, you remembered the plan you Thor, Loki and Stark had come up with before your visit here; if a battle starts to get out of harms way as quick as possible. Luckily, the demons rocky architecture you had been judging earlier made for plenty of hiding places. 

As Loki distracted the demons conjuring illusions, you managed to spring yourself into action, ducking and diving behind a large rock. You moved further over to the left, staying low behind the walls where you could be covered and still keep an eye on the action. Gripping hard on your gun that you felt ridiculously underprepared to use you focused intently on what was going on. The weapon you had been supplied with in case of a worst case scenario, wasn’t outrageously powerful or anything, you doubted you would be trusted with anything too deadly however it could cause some damage if needed. 

You hoped however that you would’t need to use it. What had Loki said yesterday? Take any opportunity to leave or hide.

It was alright for him you thought dryly as you studied Loki fighting off a demon. Despite fighting seeming to you more akin to a nightmare, he seemed to be enjoying himself.

In fact, they all did. You watched Thor wielding his precious hammer that you could never remember the name of with unwavering determination, lighting crackling around him. Sif with her sword gleaming in the firelight, moving with grace and precision striking swift and deadly blows. Even Hogan, armed with his mace stood as an immovable force. Sif and Hogan seemed to have some sort of count on, with who could kill the most demons. 

You watched Fandral and Volstagg bantering as they fought off a couple of ugly looking demons. 

Watching them joke around make you feel more confident, as surely nothing bad could happen if the Asgarians didn’t think this was too difficult a feat. 

Where are you you heard Lokis voice. 

Behind some rock you sent back to him.

Very helpful, can’t you be more precise? 

What am I, a compass? I’m somewhere to your left, I can still see you all.  You replied. Directions had never been a strong point of yours. 

Stay hidden. 

You rolled your eyes. As if you were going to do anything else. Did he think you were going to try and take on a fire demon single handedly? You thought about replying something snarky but decided you’d better just let him concentrate. 

Indeed, Loki seemed very busy weaved in and out of reality, appearing and disappearing, his daggers cutting through the fiery adversaries. You knew that Loki’s skills were looked down on by the other warriors, Fandral had made cutting remarks during your time in Asgard but you still couldn’t understand it. You hadn’t had an opportunity to watch him mid action like this before and it truly was a sight to behold; he was lithe and quick while still strong and powerful, thwarting demons like it was his day job. 

It reminded you of something…then it hit you. This was similar in some ways to the dream you had had on the ship. 

Oh my god now is not the time. You physically shook your head to stop yourself from going any further than that route. 

Turning your attention back to the others, you watched Thors hammer crashed into the demons, unleashing thunderous blasts that scattered through their ranks, as Sif and Fandral sliced their swords through the air. 

Despite the fierce onslaught, the demons fought back relentlessly. Their fiery attacks rained down upon the group, testing their mettle. As the battle raged on, the ground shook beneath their feet as flames engulfed the surroundings. 

You wiped the sweat out of your face, looking around you for anyone who might have found your hiding space. However everyone was concentrated on fighting the Asgardians. 

Loki had told you to look out for opportunities to find out information that you might be able to gather more than others, however given the current circumstances you doubted there would be any chance of that. In fact, you felt a little bit useless crouched here watching the rest of them fight. 

Granted, your skills were never going to lie in hand to hand combat, but you still felt desperate to do something to support them. 

Despite Lokis’ warning to stay out of sight, you decided to take a chance. You stayed low and moved swiftly to the next bolder, dodging an ill timed flame headed towards you. From here, you were slightly closer to the action. 

You had a sudden strange feeling of playing laser tag as a child and how this felt much the same; crouching behind walls and hiding in dark corners. Unfortunately, the stakes were much higher now. 

Your eyes drew back to Loki, watching as he used his magic to push back against the demons. You bit down on your lips hard, as there was a close moment he barely missed a fireball that could have burnt his arm.

Can you be more careful you idiot, you sent your concern over to him before you stopped yourself. 

Worried for me mortal? How cute. 

You wish. 

You were though, worried for him. You knew Loki and the rest were seasoned pros at fighting off monsters but you had never been in a battle situation before. 

Come on, you told yourself, pull it together its not like they haven’t done this before, worry about yourself. 

While you were staring at him, you suddenly felt your back get very warm. You turned quickly, clutching your weapon to find the demon that had been staring at you earlier staring down at you. 

Your heart thumped loudly and you panicked, fumbling for the trigger on your weapon as you tried to half stand; an awkward movement due to your panic and trying to ensure the back of you wasn’t left exposed to an open attack.  

Before you could do anything, the demon surprised you by speaking. 

“Your friends are going to die. There is no getting out of this.”

You stared at him, unsure of how to respond to that. Instead of something heroic or even settling for something normal, you blurted, 

“Why haven’t you attacked me yet?” 

“Are you a mortal with a death wish?” His black eyes glinted at you.

“No.” You chocked out.

God seriously get a grip, you chided yourself, stop acting like such a prat. 

“Leave these Asgardians to their demise and come with me, there’s a greater future waiting for you.”

Now you were confused.

“What are you propositioning? What greater future?” 

“The human race is weak and frail.” The demon hissed. “But they can help make you stronger.”

“Who can?” You graciously ignored the insult. 

The demon just grinned at you, menacingly. 

“Who are you working with?” You asked again. “Who has promised you Ragnarok?” 

“You are on the loosing side mortal. Look at you, useless, cowering while the others fight. But that can change if you surrender yourself to them.”

He wasn’t wrong but it still stung a little. Hadn’t you just been thinking that it would be nice to be able to feel more helpful? 

“We can make you powerful.” The demon continued to press you.

Powerful…

You laughed and met the demons eye, drawing yourself up straight for the first time. Maybe that would have been a tempting offer to someone else. Unfortunately, if he was trying to sell you something he was going the wrong way about it. The thing is, you had never been particularly interested in the notion of power. 

“The issue with power is that it usually comes with responsibility. And I really, really hate responsibilities.”

You took a deep breath in. 

“Tell me who you are working with, or I’ll blast you with this…thing.” 

In a flash, you saw the demon narrow his eyes and lift his hand to throw a fireball at you, which at this distance would have killed you. You closed your eyes, let out a scream and pressed the trigger. 

You heard the blast and a noise that sounded suspiciously like something hitting a rock, and opened one eye slowly to see what you had done. Hitting something at close range meant that the weapon had proved to be pretty impressive, and you saw the demon lying in a heap a few feet away from you.

You shuddered, that was horrific. You wondered if Captain America usually shuts his eyes and screams like a ninny when dealing deadly blows. 

You gipped. 

Oh god I’m going to be sick, you thought, dropping your gun and gripping your stomach with one hand and a nearby rock with the other. 

The adrenaline of nearly dying but besting a demon and the gory sight of seeing it laid on the floor had proved too much. You were embarrassed to find tears in the back of your eyes.

Seriously dude, this fire guy was going to kill you and you beat it. Cheer up a bit maybe. You mentally shock yourself. 

It was then you realised that the demon had managed to burn you before you had shot it, your hand that you had held the gun with, that hadn’t been covered in anything was bleeding and sore. 

You’ll have to process this later you told yourself, trying to push it back into your mind so you could focus on the rest of the fight. Your hand stung but it would recover fine.

After a few breaths you pulled yourself around. You still weren’t overly keen on the idea that you had just killed something but you also had a sense of pride too. You had just beaten a demon for Gods sake! Useless human who? And you had been able to find out something interesting too, these mystery figures wanted humans for something. 

You bent back down and picked your gun up, turning back to face the fight. You looked up and made eye contact with Loki. His eyes took in your grimacing expression and caught the dead demon not too far away from you. 

Everything suddenly fell into slow motion. Loki took steps towards you and his mouth opened, you could see him saying your name but you couldn’t hear it. As his attention was turned towards you, a particularly large demon was running towards him from the left. 

Without giving it a second thought you ran straight towards the fight. 

The demon opened his palms to shoot the flames towards Loki and you weren’t going to make it in time.

You changed your direction running towards the demon and shot your weapon as you leapt straight in front of the torrent of fire that was made for Loki. 

It hit you straight in the chest knocking you forcefully back onto the gravely terrain and you cringed as you felt your head hit the floor. 

Someone was shouting your name but you weren’t sure who. There was a ringing in your ears from the impact nearly drowning out the noise of the battle. You could only focus on your chest hurting; it stung and ached and you were winded. You hoped that your outfit had helped a little in preventing burns but given the pain you weren’t so sure. 

Loki’s face appeared in front of you, a little blurry but still looking furious. 

“What the hel were you thinking?” You could tell he was incandescent but you were struggling to focus on anything other than the pain. 

“You’re welcome by the way.” Your mouth tasted like blood and you winced. 

You felt yourself being taken into his arms which you huffed at and he ignored, and he placed a surprisingly freezing cold hand on your burns. You looked down to see your Stark tech top was ripped and the skin under looked red and inflamed. Where Loki rested his hand, his skin was blue. 

“What the fuck?” You tried to move away, the sight taking you by surprise.

Loki shushed you and held you tighter so you couldn’t move.

“Stop fighting me for once.” He paused, his forehead creased 

“You… I would have been…” He stated, his eyes met yours, his forehead creased. He looked confused and vulnerable for a second.  

“Okay, this is dramatic, let’s not tell anyone about this.” You let your head rest in the crook of Loki’s arm. 

Just as you spoke, Thor realised what was happening and after he had finished off his fight came over to see. The others either hadn’t noticed or were holding down the fort with two of their men now fussing over a human. 

As the adrenaline was wearing off, the pain got worse and everything started getting more blurry. Your body felt heavy and tired.

“If you die I’ll go to Hel and bring you back myself so I can kill you again for being so stupid.” 

You tried to keep your eyes open for as long as you could.

“I’ll look forward to it.” 

Then everything went black. 

Notes: What did you think????? Also yes I had to get the AI's sequence in somewhere it was too funny lmao. I so so hope some of you are out there and reading this and I'm not just talking to myself.

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Cadaver and blood defends reach aprt infinity ♾️

"Bood was packing gear for the plant of reach" blood? Down here babe "vanity teleported to blood." Where are you going babe me and cadaver are going to another realm for an old friend of mine. Can I come? If you want to love, i won't stop you. eee yay, I'm excited now, "blood giggled." Get packed, love. We'll be leaving soon ok "Vanity went to pack her bags and then teleported back downstairs." Ready? I'm ready, my sweet draconequus. Oh, stop, I'm not that sweet. Love to me. you're the sweetest. "Blood blushed." Stop your making me blush, plus we gotta go. Cadaver is waiting at the portal. Fine, but I'm getting you later. Deal babe "blood and vanity teleported to the portal cadaver was at" blood you made it greetings vanity. Greeting Cadaver, my boyfriend told me so much about you. I see blood told me some about you too. Cadaver, we're on a schedule. Homie 6 needs us. Oh shit right right, "Cadaver, blood, and vanity walked in the portal to reach"

~They started free falling to the plant reach, landing straight into firing~

Cadaver find 6 Roger that "Cadaver started firing at brutes and grunts"

"Blood tackled vanity, firing his assault rifle, then he grabbed vanity and throwed her in some cover, getting shot blood dropped unconscious." Find the female spartan go you two bring that one with us he's still breathing. "Two brutes dragged blood to the ship, taking off" cheifen she's gone FIND HER "the cheifen yelling in anger" find her now "the grunts started seaching for vanity then 6 and cadaver and the rest of noble team came in firing their rifles at the brutes and grunts"

Vanity? Blood? They are not here, cadaver, "kat said, also worried." Vanity! blood! Over here, cadaver "vanity walked out from the back of the generator" where my blood at? Wait, blood isn't here?! They must've taken him, "Carter said, curious." we'll get him back, don't worry. Not if there in space, Carter, "Jorge said. Carter knew they needed to get blood back. " Jorge, you're going on a recuse mission with 6. We're going to Carter fine jorge Sword base. You four get by today move out. "Jorge vanity cadaver and 6 moved out to sword base," and don't come back dead you four, yes, sir

Mod pie: it's getting interesting, i must say, but to be continued

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[honeybeewhereartthee]

Crystal Hearts

Prequel PT3: You and Me

➽───Previous───CH11────Next───❥

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"little haku~ why are you staring at space again?" One of the sister of the Oukawa peak at the youngest whos daze while having his phone open beside him.

"Waiting." He mumble with a soft pout.

"Ehh... Could it be your waiting for your friend to chat?"

" Hmm.."

" But don't you say they stopped chatting months ago?"

"... People would do that too. Being MIA for a few months is normal... Some people are busy with their life after all..." He cross his arms. He look at the beautiful bookmark Love-Swan friend give without Love-Swan telling him before hand-- it's a white flower with aurora edges.

His last package with a note, directly come from them.

[ Thank you for liking my sweets and cakes. And being Friend of ai. This is my gift to you.

You can wish anything to this flower. Just hold it and your wish will granted

- M.H ]

"...eheh." he smile as he hugs the bookmark. His older sister can't help but sigh as she look at how hopeless her younger brother is.

"Sigh, young love." She chuckle as she went to her room, leaving the young one be.

"I want to find you, I wish I can find you, even how far apart we are. I wish I can find you and meet you... Ah.. Love-Swan speak like his from another world. I wish I can find you no matter what place or time... even whatnot the universe have!" He always wish for the same thing. Giving a soft kiss to the book mark.

Drowsiness slowly taken over him as he hugs the bookmark, a single tears fall from his eyes from loneliness that his friend might possibly never come online to chat with him again. Even how much he lied to himself.

The tear fall to the bookmark, causing it to glow and become lively, in his right pinky an invisible string slowly become visible and glow beautiful aurora color, a string connected to the sky

...

"I'm gonna go now, I guess." You give a thumbs up to Aira who is being held back by Hiiro, tatsumi and Mayoi from leeching on your leg. "What if you don't go anymore?"

"(ㆁωㆁ)Cant do that. It's the order of the emperor. Aira should get use to it." You pat aira head. " One day, there's bound to be a day you and I well part. I don't want you to be this attached to me at this point because it would only be harder for me." You whisper the last part to yourself as you help aira to stood up.

" We're always sticking to one another, maybe some distance would put our friendship to a test." You point out as he start wailing his eyes out.

" But mc! I don't want to leave you. What if, what if..." You suddenly won't return.. that it be the last time... You did try to do that years ago... I don't want it to happened again.' aira remember when you planned to sleep again so he would live a peaceful life.

His scared, to take his eyes off you. What if you really do it that time his eyes cannot watch you?

"Come on, aira! It's not like mc going to get married in the human world!" hiiro tried to encourage aira. "Or die. "

" MMMCCCCC!! DON'T LEAVEEE HIIRO IS JINXING THINGS FOR YOU!" too bad for hiiro, aira wailing even more from his words.

"Ahahah~ come on now. Back away, back away. Our dear main character have to set on their journey at some point!" wataru appear before you all and pulled you away from everyone. Before aira can cry, his mouth is shut by Wataru magic.

"Shh. We should say our farewell with a smile and not with tears in our eyes!" The clown says as he guide you to the portal. "Now, MC. Remember what I told you about flying ok...?"

" What? I thought nii-tan would joined--"

" Ahahah. You jest me, my dear cousin. Of course you will not escape your flying training! The only way to learn is through harsh training, to experience the consequences of not being able to fly!" he quickly wave his finger in front of you as a NoNo. Your eyes in widen in realization and horror.

"Remember if you hate flying too much, how would you able to learn it?you most Love itself, to learn and it will come to you!"

" AIRA HELPPPPP " you tried to reach out to your friend but alas, wataru is more close to you. "TARUNII-SAN IS CRAZYYUU"

" off you go!" And you were push to the portal. To the sky below, the beautiful night sky of the human world.

"TARUNII-SAN YOU BOOLY!" You cried hopelessly as the portal close but you saw Aira trying to reach out for you. "MC!!!" was his last words before the portal is no more.

As you fall you keep waving your hand around, you suddenly saw your hand have a weird strings connected to it.

"... TARUNII-SAN DID YOU JUST USE YOUR CUPID MAGIC ON ME!" you suddenly don't know what to felt at this moment as Wataru have mangle with something or someone in the human world and use such magic to tie a string of fate.

As you free fall in the sky, you start to think how to save yourself.

"Welp, I guess Ill die." You mumble accepting your fate. 'man... I hope someone catch me...' you thought as you realize falling from the sky sure take a long time.

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A certain someone opened his purple eyes and stared at the twilight sky. He suddenly move from where he is, he decided to go out of his house to find Love-Swan and his friend! His sisters notice him leaving but before they can stop him, he was gone.

"Probably in his rebellious stage." The dad said as he sip his coffee." You don't care?"

The oldest sigh. " I mean he probably back later when his hungry. " The dad shrugged his shoulder. "Let him be. Besides his a young kid, he should have known better. At least he would learn now from his mistake in his first love." He added.

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- Wataru is part Cupid Fae. A very cheat like fae type. the reason his a matchmaker is because of this too.

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[kierreras]

I don’t want to fall into this I really don’t but the more Rudy and Madison don’t interact and sit/ stand as far away as possible the more suss it becomes? Like you are adults, there’s always, always going to be people who ship actors together when their characters are canon they surely have to learn to ignore this? The worst thing they can do is literally what they’re doing right now because it creates noise for them and not in a good way, genuinely making it worse for themselves. I really struggle to understand it and I just miss their friendship. Makes me wonder are they insecure in their own relationship so they act this way? I know that’s deep but it’s honestly getting to this point now. Chase and Madelyn prime example of maturity who were in an actual relationship. It’s been years guys surely they can’t let a few crazy people still get under their skin?

Don’t even get me started on the lack of Jiara pics, who’s the photographer? What is the genuine reason of 0 promo, “romance of the season” they said? hmm it really is odd. Don’t get me wrong, I’m beyond grateful of jiara this season, they both killed it and I love it, can’t stop watching but the above doesn’t sit right? Anyone else? For the record I love them both I just needed to rant 😒

oh, don't worry, you can always come rant with me here! i love it, believe me yeah, i think the way the situation between rudison is handled is so poor. we get that they are no longer best friends, but they don't seem to have any sort of interactions at all. i'm absolutely sure that they are okay on set and they deliver great performances, but i also do think that giving us some promotion would be nice. i love how madison is chill about any interactions and all. i just think that rudy is not the one to share so much of his life like previously. also, i miss jjtv with all my heart, but we are not getting one this season for obvious reasons, and it's so upsetting. i just think that this promo tour can show them that one way or another people always are going to talk about the two of them. imagine, they had no interactions on interviews, but there are so many new rudison edits on tiktok with sad music and all that stuff. i hope that they see that it's not going away. and they are going to be shipped with different people, that's what always happens with actors. i just pray that crazy harassment of their girlfriends isn't going to resurface once again. as for promo pics, i wouldn't put the whole blame on elaine. they had a photoshoot in the beginning of barbados shoots [not by elaine, by the way], so i hope that we will get more photos from there soon. also, if netflix asked them to do couples photoshoot, i think no matter who is the photographer, they had to do it. so let's hope [or clown ourselves] that we will get it released one day. also, i just want to know what rudy's and madison's representatives think about this situation. like is it funny to them? frustrating? i just want to know their side of the story lol. i bet so many entertainment portals asked for their paired interview, but as we are getting none, i want to hear what excuse their representatives came up with. it's just so funny to me, sorry.

[the-jnadf-man]

Oh, this is gonna be fun.

1: Up to three hours if you knock him out. If he's awake, only about half an hour.

2: Very.

3: Just sorta falls over when he feels like sleeping.

4: Not THAT hard. He's usually the one you should mistrust.

5: He's too fucking smug to assume he'd miss if someone lies to him (Which, granted, he usually doesn't), which leads to situations where he fully trusts people he either knows or doesn't know are lying.

6: VERY flexible.

7: Memories of his old home. He really likes the feeling, and hopes to return there sometime soon.

8: "Maddun, the things in the fridge aren't just for you."

9: His first swear was "Fuck", and he regularly says it to this day, like most people.

10: He happily reminisces about the time he successfully pretended to join a doomsday cult to save his boyfriend every other day.

11: He either rolls with it or asks for clarification depending on the context.

12: There are no such itches, given people made of smoke don't have the biological bits necessary for that, but if he was in that situation, he'd find the closest long object and use it to scratch the unreachable spot.

13: Blue. All the blue. Maybe with a bit of purple. I have no idea if he looks best in it, since I haven't drawn him in anything else, but I assume he does, in fact, not look good in bright yellow.

14: He'd rather not be around those lizards that shoot blood from their eyes. Moreso because they stain his outfit than any actual fear, though.

15: He has next to no impulse control, but boy he tries to sometimes rehearse when things are serious.

16: Mind control.

17: Nnnno. Hard no. He's very openly a clown (Metaphorically, he doesn't wear makeup, wigs, or big noses).

18: Failing to grab attention or flubbing something he was really looking forward to doing.

19: 42.

20: "Now, see, when you fall in love *romantically* with someone, you feel really nervous around them. I never had that problem personally, but hey, that's what I'm told. You'll also feel warm, fuzzy, and maybe a bit excited inside whenever you're in the same general area. If you're platonically in love with someone, that's when you're basically just the best of friends that either married for tax purposes or they're your family that didn't mistreat you and you have no reason whatsoever to dislike them."

21: On the rare occasion he sleeps, he wakes up because his dreams consist of replays of his memories, and rewatching a movie can only be done so many times before boredom sets in.

22: If he's jealous of a skill, he'll learn it. If he's jealous of a possession, he'll get something cooler. If he's jealous of attention he isn't getting, he hijacks the news station and broadcasts advertisements for his next show (Which he conveniently rescheduled to in an hour).

23: See above? Not really clear on the difference.

24: He's ace, and has no interest whatsoever in sex. He doesn't dislike talking about it, but he considers it an extremely boring topic.

25: Big fan of it. He's hoping to get in a gay marriage soon.

26: Portals. Usually has to ask someone else to open them due to being too stubborn to learn anything but illusionism, though.

27: The idea of something bad happening to Victor again. Especially possession.

28: No.

29: Usually, yes.

30: This little shit called Kainsjoar.

31: Victor, his boyfriend.

32: Living that long's given him plenty of them.

33: Probably, with a given definition.. He could be doing important shit at any given moment, but he can usually be found screwing around whenever possible. Usually off the job, thankfully.

34: Depends on what caused it. He'll feel guilty for a pretty long time if he, for example, killed someone that stops existing instead of going to the afterlife, but he usually gets over most forms of guilt in a few hours.

35: He's a fantastic liar and/or actor. Even if he doesn't give a shit, he'll usually feign interest to some degree, or at least let them down politely when telling them he doesn't care.

36: Didn't really do it on purpose, given he didn't care about romance at the time, but he accidentally found a boyfriend.

37: Yeah, he thinks back to the last song he heard and finds a lyric that rhymes with whatever he's trying to remember. If there's no such lyric, it's onto the next song, rinse and repeat until a rhyme is found.

38: The first few months after he was made. Good times.

39: He's got a criminal record a mile long (Assuming you count each count of loitering, tax evasion, and distributing ludicrously overpriced things for free individually). He doesn't judge.

40: He's working on it, but he tends to get at least slightly offended whenever someone points them out.

41: Adopted six of them throughout his life. Regularly gets blackmailed into babysitting a set of triplets, and is usually fine with it.

42: Assuming he even has an end goal, he's willing to do most things we'd consider horrid.

43: Flash an illusion of the biro/ace flag at whoever asked because he doesn't have the patience for an in-depth explanation.

A: He's mine, I really like the design I came up with, he's fun to use, and illusions are my favorite kind of magic to see used creatively.

B: Can't remember the original reason, but the latest rework started because I was rightfully called out on using a very boring, basic, generally unfun character.

C: I'm still working on that, so yes.

D: A lot of traits have stayed the same, but I've redesigned him once or twice.

E: I'd like to think we'd get along alright, I guess.

F: I feel proud when I look at how far he's come, feel dread when I wonder what people'll think of him, and feel extremely ashamed when I remember how bad he originally was.

G: I'm genuinely afraid I've made him too self-insert-y, but my creativity isn't strong enough to change that.

H: His general shamelessness. He's a lot less scared to be himself and talk to people than me.

I: I like inserting him wherever he fits, though I'm not sure if that's a good thing.

J: Hard question, given his whole universe and canon and stuff came only after I started making him good and actually maybe a character and stuff.

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What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?

How easy is it for your character to laugh?

How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?)

How easy is it to earn their trust?

How easy is it to earn their mistrust?

Do they consider laws flexible, or immovable?

What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?

What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child

Do they swear? Do they remember their first swear word?

What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them?

How do they cope with confusion (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)?

How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can’t quite reach?

What color do they think they look best in? Do they actually look best in that color?

What animal do they fear most?

How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?

What makes their stomach turn?

Are they easily embarrassed?

What embarrasses them?

What is their favorite number?

If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so?

Why do they get up in the morning? 

How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)? 

How does envy manifest itself in them (they take what they want, they become resentful, etc)? 

 Is sex something that they’re comfortable speaking about? To whom? 

 What are their thoughts on marriage? 

 What is their preferred mode of transportation? 

 What causes them to feel dread? 

 Would they prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth? 

 Do they usually live up to their own ideals? 

 Who do they most regret meeting? 

 Who are they the most glad to have met? 

 Do they have a go-to story in conversation? Or a joke? 

 Could they be considered lazy? 

 How hard is it for them to shake a sense of guilt? 

 How do they treat the things their friends come to them excited about? Are they supportive? 

Do they actively seek romance, or do they wait for it to fall into their lap? 

Do they have a system for remembering names, long lists of numbers, things that need to go in a certain order (like anagrams, putting things to melodies, etc)? 

What memory do they revisit the most often? 

How easy is it for them to ignore flaws in other people? 

How sensitive are they to their own flaws?

How do they feel about children? 

How badly do they want to reach their end goal? 

If someone asked them to explain their sexuality, how would they do so? 

QUESTIONS FOR CREATORS

A) Why are you excited about this character? B) What inspired you to create them? C) Did you have trouble figuring out where they fit in their own story? D) Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look? E) Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you? F) What do you feel when you think of your OC (pride, excitement, frustration, etc)? G) What trait of theirs bothers you the most? H) What trait do you admire most? I) Do you prefer to keep them in their canon universe? J) Did you have to manipulate or exclude canon factors to allow them to create their character?

[writingfish]

I am soo tempted to end this bit here. Spellcheck keeps telling me dreamt is wrong, but it's used in British English and sounds a lot more final and past than dreamed, so we're sticking with it. Also, I think Wong would have preferred the clown dream to seeing one of his variant's entire lives.

I fully believe that Wong's clown dream is just a very abstract manifestation of something, because you'd probably go mad if you dreamed of your variant's lives every time you slept. I'm not writing the multiverse that way.

Wong stopped in the middle of the rotunda and slowly took out his earbuds. Taylor Swift's voice faded away. In front of him, behind the Eye of Agamotto's pedestal, was a portal. The Eye itself was gone.

He started to turn. He had to alert The Ancient One. Someone had gotten through the temple's wards, had gotten close enough to the Eye-wait, that was one of their tea rooms. He stepped closer, frowning.

The Ancient One was there, so was the Eye. She'd taken it then. But why the portal? He walked through it, arms crossed over his chest and frowning.

"No portals in the library."

The man in front of The Ancient One cut off mid-word, turning to look at him. Wong's eyes widened. The man's did too, before his expression crumpled in on itself and he hunched over, with a bitten off sound. It sounded like the beginnings of a wail.

Wong stood there, frozen. It was the man from his dreams.

His dreams had been dark lately He dreamt of dying, of time reversing, and resurrecting him. Of the Dark Dimension appearing in the sky. He dreamt of becoming Sorcerer Supreme because there was no one else worthy of the title. He dreamt of protecting a universe that was slowly falling apart, of holding together a weary order, of a life he knew he hadn't lived. The man in front of him was there throughout it all.

Wong knew his name, had screamed it at the end of the dream when everything had disappeared into a chasm, and he had finally woken up.

A cup smashed to the floor, the present demanding attention. Stephen- Wong tried to think of him as Strange and failed- was shaking, violent enough to rattle their chair he was in. He was staring off into the distance, eyes glazed over and wet. His nose was bleeding. Orange and yellow flashed around him.

Unease snaked down Wong's spine, slow and syrupy. Humidity pressed on his skin. It was a clear night, no clouds, no wind, no hint of the storm that now hung in the air. He tore his eyes away, looking to The Ancient One and Master Hamir to see if they felt the same.

His eyes caught on the glowing green stone on the table. The same stone that was held in the Eye currently in The Ancient One's hands. The world stopped, the scene before him near-incomprehensible. There were two infinity stones in the room. Both of them looked like the Time Stone.

[selfobsessed-godcomplexed]

Prologue

[Rick Sanchez x GN! Reader]

A/N: I'm sorry if nothing in this is consistent with "did the dopamine wear off?" story. I honestly couldn't figure out whether I wanted it to be an actual sneak peak or a rough concept so I just went with what was best for this story.

"Where are you going?" Diane asked you, pressing her hand to your back gently. It had been only a few days since Rick and Diane's marriage and it had torn you apart. You didn't know why, but you had no interest in sticking around to find out. "Anywhere but here." You shook her hand off your shoulder. "Well, I'll see you again soon, right?" Richard asked, a bit of hesitation in his question. "I sure fucking hope not." You snear, with a click of the little white watch on your wrist, you were gone. Hopefully for good this time. Yet you couldn't hold back the tears. They were your best friends, but after their wedding you had nothing but a burning, yet cold, sensation in your chest with the mere thought of them. Why...? Shouldn't I be happy? It didn't matter. You were done. You had better things to do.

"I love you." You cried. Shaky breathes escape your lips, you covered your eyes with your arms. You hate those words more than anything, but all you wanted to do was tell Rick. He was gone, he wasn't yours. The cold burning sensation in your chest came back, the pain it brought was unbearable. He was happier without you anyway...

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The sound of space debris hitting your vehicle snapped you out of your thoughts. You scoffed. Landing your vehicle. Birding man. You thought there'd be no harm in attending the festival, maybe it'd even be fun. Everyone was dancing or getting high, you stood away from everyone for at least half an hour before you decided to walk around out of boredom. You weren't a buzz kill, you swear. You just had no social ques. You accidentally bumped into a blue haired man amidst your mindless wandering. He wore a black leather vest over a blue turtleneck. His dark eyebags assuring you there had been many sleepless nights. "Sorry." He mumbled shuffling away from him. He waved it off. You couldn't figure out why but the man had looked so...familiar. It infuriated you that you didn't know why. You couldn't for the life of you figure out why you felt as though you met him before.

"I have been informed you are freely distributing a grossly illegal federation hallucination." The sound of one of the bird people's voice snapped you out of your thoughts. "Well I wouldn't know what to charge, I sure didn't pay for it." The blue hairded man paused. "W-wanna hit?" He offered the bird person the tube of whatever substance he had on his person. "I am indeed down to clown."

"My name's Rick."

Rick. That name...

"My culture regards naming as a form of cage, my friends call me bird person." The bird man responded. Taking another hit. "Culture really fucked you over on that one, huh?" Rick responded.

"Affirmative."

Rick turned to you, offering you the tube they'd been smoking out off. "W-what about you? Want a hit?" You took a moment to think about it. Shrugging it off you took a hit from it, blowing out a hot pink ring of smoke. "Got a name?" You stared at him, for whatever reason the question annoyed you. "Yha. (Y/n)." You scoffed. He hummed. Almost as if you two had been thinking the same thing.

Have you met before?

You stuck around for a bit, spending the rest of the festival to have fun with Rick and bird person. Amidst the joy between you three you snuck off, making your way back to your vehicle. The familiar dead panned voice stops you in your tracks. "Where are you going?" You shot him a glare. You were irritated but you didn't understand why. "Where do you think, genius. Home. Clearly." You remarked.

"W-well, I'll see-I'll see you again soon, right?"

Your eyes widen.

"Well, I'll see you again soon, right?"

It couldn't be him. It was just a coincidence, right? "I sure fucking hope not." You snear, gettin in your vehicle and driving/flying off. Rick was in disbelief of the all too familiar coldness. Almost refusing to let himself remember. But sadly he couldn't repress the memories. Of you, of him. Of what you guys had...

You unlock the door to your house, slamming it shut. You make your way down to your basement. Turning on the lights, large human sized glass tubes lined the wall all filled alternate bodies, clones and various other creatures. Several gadgets spread about the walls and some on shelves. Your desk a mess with papers and tools, empty bottles and cans littering the floor beneath. You open the mini fridge beneath your desk, taking out the single bottle of vodka you had left. "Fuck. I'm out." You groaned laying your head in yours arms. You didn't want to remember. Yet at the same time you wish you could. Your memories feel so misty, bits and pieces missing. But it's enough to bring back the cold burning feeling in your chest. Why did you feel this way? It didn't matter. You wouldn't be seeing rick again. You didn't need people intruding in your solidute.

You took your watch off your hand, placing it on the table. One of your greatest accomplishments. You admired it. Back when you and Richard had been friends, he had always talked about portal science. Inter dimension travel. He never shut up about it. But shortly gave it up for Diane and his daughter. You could almost say Diane ruined your friendship. Or maybe you were just in denial of your jealous. This accomplishment meant nothing if you didn't accomplish it with him. That was the whole point of this stupid portal shit anyways. To spend our lives travelling the infinite cosmos. As...friends. Just...just friends.

You scoff, a tear streaming down your face. Fuck that guy. You despised him. He meant absolutely nothing. All the time in the world and you still had no time for him. Nor did you want any. You down the bottle of vodka, nothing else could fill that void in your chest but the bitter sweet taste of vodka. You put it back down, the bottle falling over and shattering in the floor. You sigh. Your head falling back down into your arms. Your burning red eyes became heavy. You were so tired.

You sworn you could hear a familar swish as you let yourself drift off to sleep.

Do I love you...?

[reiketsunomizunomegami]

Hello my friend! Well, For my first request, I wanted to see if you could do a headcanon with the main four with a s/o or my Oc Leah who is the same age as Gon and Killua but with a cosmic universal power(stronger than Nanika) and has the power of Emotion Empowerment, (Life and Death) Give & Take away life with glowing stars/ balls of light (which can channel their emotions into powers) and a variety of magical powers such as Flight (she can breathe in space), Telekinesis, Force fields, Teleporting(open portals to different areas/worlds), and Telepathy.

Ohhh sorry it if took so long for me to finished your request I was just Busy with school @lelewright1234

Writing Commission Open

Art Commission Open

Hoped you liked it💙💙

“Sun and Moon”

Warning: Hisoka being a perv, Implied oc, Implied Violence, Mentioned of Bloods

Feat: oc Leah, Gon, Killua, Kurapika, Leorio, Hisoka, oc Jana Diamond

Leah was only 11 years old when she decided to join the hunter exam

She was a very Kind and a very delightful child

When she arrived there many examiners gave her a mean look but she just ignored them and find somewhere to spend her time.

While she was wandering around a boy accidentally bump into her that make her fall to the ground, the boy apologises and offered his hand to help leah out

Once she was om her feet the Boy Rapidly Apologise to her for his Clumsy action but Leah tells him that it's fine and the boy Let out an awkward Chuckles and introduces himself “hi! I'm Gon” The biys said “Hello *Smile* I'm Leah” Gon Smiles at her and ask her if she wants to join him and Leah Gradually Agreed to him

The two of them talk as they walk until a yellows haired and a tall man wearing a suit approaches them “Where did you go?!” The Man in the suit scold Gon “sorry I got lost” Gon replied while scratching the back of his head, the Yellow Haired Man turn towards Leah and Straightforwardly ask for her name “I'm Leah” She Replied and the Yellowed Haired Man introduces himself as Kurapika and the Man wearing a Suit introduces himself as Leorio

When the Exam has started the Four of you run following the Examiner through the Strange looking forest. As you all Running you haired some Screams not too far from your location “What is that?” Leorio Ask “It must be the Others” Kurapika Replied along with his Panting. Hours has passed and At least the half of the Candidates were now gone and Leah On the other Hand was still running along with her Panting because she can't handle these kind if things but she doesn't wanted to gave up

While they're all running Kurapika and Leorio was Left Behind and it make Gon and Leah worried and suddenly a white haired Boy the same age as God Approaches them while Riding on his Skateboard “There's no point of worrying the others” He said in a Nonchalant Manner, Gon on the hand tells the Boy the he couldn't just leave his friends behind because that's what friends do “You're Interesting. what's your Name?” The White haired boy ask “I'm Gon and the Child Besides me was my Friend Leah. what's Yours?” Gon Ask “Hmmm I'm... Killua” He Introduced. Gon smiled Widely until a familiar Scream caught your attention “Leorio” You said Running back “Leah!” Gon Calls you out “What's wrong with her? She doesn't run back” Killua Said “*Smile* See you later” Gon Followed Leah and Killua Sprinted out “That Two kids must Crazy” The Bald Man commented “Yeah.. They're” Killua replied

When Leah and God Arrived at the scene they spotted a countless Body of the other Candidates on the ground

Leah Feel a strange presence that make her skin Chill “Ohohohoho” A Weird Looking Man appears somewhere with a Mischievous Grin into his face. Leah alerted herself

The Clown Looking Man Walk towards them. Gon prepare his Rod and Attack the Man only for it to hit into the side of its head, the Magician turn his attention towards Gon with an amused face “Ohhh A Rod? How Fascinating” He said and the. Suddenly Leorio came out from nowhere and attack the man but the Magician punch him that it'll send him flying

Gon attack the Magician again but this time it catches him holding him by his neck, Leah on the Other hand was In Rage that she didn't noticed that her Power was leaking out only for the Mischievous Magician to Noticed it. “Are you here to save your Friend?” The Magician Ask “What a good Boy” The Magician Added before letting out a smile and Drop Gon on the Ground “Well Its good to have friends right?” the Magician approach to Leorio and Pick it up before turning his attention on Leah “Put Him down!” Gon Commanded “Only if you catch me” He said before disappearing in the Foggy forest

When Leah calms Down she approached to Gon and Ask him if he was alright and Then Kurapika appeared

Leah knows that this is not the First and the last she will meet the Magician so she needs to get ready

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After the Hunter Exam Leah Went with Killua and Gon to the Heavens Arena to join and earn some money and to train too

Leah was more Bonded with Gon than Any of her friends and she Hates/Love Killua because he was annoying a and keep pestering her

When the three of them got registered they started their fights. Day after Day the three of them gets better and better until they've reached the 200 Floor. There's only limited time for them to get registered and when they got there a Strange Aura stops them from continuing. “What's happening?!” Killua Ask “I don't know!” Gon Replied “There's something prevents us from walking further” Leah Said. The Aura makes Leah Realize who it was “Hisoka!” She said. Hisoka was sitting on the end of the Hall “Hmmm... We meet again” The Mischievous Magician said “Didn't know that the three of you would come here” He added “Hisoka!!!” Killua shouted out angrily

Hisoka let out a breathy Laugh not noticing that Leah was now besides him

Leah's Body was now covered with light as much her eyes. She Constantly control Hisoka's Body and hit it on the Wall

Gon and Killua was very amused with and thinks that it was Awesome

Hisoka was now on the Ground bleeding and Leah was still wearing her Power as if she was waiting for Hisoka to Stand up and fight back

Killua and Gon thinks that Hisoka gradually loses his consciousness but into their surprise Hisoka let out a breathy Laugh As he was happy about everything “She was so right about you young girl” He said and Leah Was si Confused “what do you mean?” Leah Ask him and Hisoka just laugh at her that make her to be enrage more, Leah Pick Hisoka's Limp Body again and Slammed it on the Ground so Hard and it make him spit out some Blood, Leah doesn't know why she was enraged about suddenly and why she couldn't stop herself from hurting Hisoka

After awhile a hand grab Leah's Shoulder and throw her against the wall “You're.... La-Late” Hisoka said “Forgive me” The woman said before turning her attention to Leah

The woman Walk towards her and grab her Jaw “Didn't expect to you to come In here” The Woman said “Who are you?” Leah ask but woman just ignore her before putting her down

When Hisoka Get back into his feet he Wraps his arm on the Woman's Waist and Drag her into the Dark Hall. Gon and Killua rush towards her side asking if she's alright but Leah just nodded out still looking that dark hall where the woman and Hisoka dissappears

Leah was left puzzled and wondering who's that woman is.. She seems familiar but why?

[halfghostwriter]

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A̸̺̤̓Ṯ̶̡̛͔̫̥̤̰̤͓͕̎͗̑̍͠T̴̲̻͎͔͍̤̥̙̞̆A��̳̮̟̯̤͕̰͂̋͒̓̒̽͠C̷̨̘̫͓̗͉͒̑͝͝͝Ķ̶̮̩͉̥̰̼̱̱̔̈́̀̏ ̷̧̡̘̩̯̲̫͊͛̍͂͋͛͜͝T̷͔̲̬̮͌̂́͗̋Ĥ̷͇͙̐̀̏̕͝͝Ṟ̶̼̟͊̅̈́̍̌̀͐̎͘É̵͔͇̫͖̳͓̤̣̳A̷̺̱͚͆T̵̢̧̨͎̭̆͋͗̾ ̵͎̺̑̽͝P̵̛͙̿̄̊̔̀̅͘͝R̶̛̙͚̫̝̜͖͇̮̭͍̈́̒̌Ö̷̢̺̳͓͈̋̋͛Ţ̷͉̥͌͐͛̾̑͛͋͒̍̀Ë̷͔͔͕̬̎͜Ç̷̨̠̩̩̝̟̅̽̋̊̒̋̈́̉͝T̷̛͙̖̟̰̝̻̘̽̾͛̏̿ ̸̛͙̫̩̝͊͘H̷̪̙̩̯̀̿̅̓͜͜͜U̸̯͕͚͆̈́̽̍̌̍͝ͅM̵̧̡̦̼̖̘̂͂͛́̅̋̄͐͠͠͝A̵̞̠̰̩̻̓̓N̴̛̻̝̂͋̑̚ ̶̧̛͚͔̺͙̳̌͑̍̓̆͠À̷̧͓̺̩͙̘͚̞̳̠̑͌͋͗̌̂̕̕T̷̨̨͇̻̗̥͊͒͛̉̈́̈́̀̿͜͠T̵̡̢̬̖̰͈̩̬͍͇͓̆͆̅̕A̴͕͕͈̮͍̮̮̭͍̓̂̒̇͂̀͜ͅC̶̡̫̻̩͓͉̍͜͠Ḳ̶̗̘̗͈͕̳̃̅͛̓̊̈̀̿̚͠ ̴̢̨͍̭̩̙̭͓̗͌̉͛͗̌Ţ̷̟͉͇͍̝̀͌̔͛̏̽́̈͗H̵̡̛̱͖̱̲̼͉͚͔̀̐͛̄̾̍R̷̢̯͚͕̬̤̰̺͒̂̃͒̂̚ͅE̶̞̮̍̽Ą̵̫̜̫̬̰͇͓͇͉̌̎͜T̶̢͙͇̖̱͕̪̎̾̈͂̀͘ ̴̳̼̲͛̀͌P̷̪̠͚̯̱̮̫̲͐̽̚ͅͅR̸̝͕̞̰͓̻̊̀͑͆͌́͂̿̄Ǫ̷̛̜̟̦̫̭̩̞̰̑͛̍̃́̔T̷̹̜̅̏E̶͓̹̭̲͈̬͒́͐͐͗͒̌͜͝ͅC̴͈͓̯̩̀͗̓͐̈̌̾̚T̶͕̺͇̮͎̳̚͠ͅ ̵̙̼̪͉͈̟̀̑́́̈́̽͂̓͘͜H̸̱͖͕̞̩͂̆̐̈̈́͠U̸̢͓͇̲̱̻̩̅͐̓̿̈̍̕̚Ṃ̴̠̮̫͎̹̣̫̍̾͊͛̀̚̚͝͝A̶̡̫̜̗͑͌̈́̂̄̄̑̽͋N̸̡̳̠̳̫̺̝̜̒̑̇̑́̍̎͛͘͜ ̴̳̲̪͙͓̣͗̐̑Ầ̸̻̓̓̈́̈̚T̴̳̱̳̅T̵̰̏̅̈́͂́̕A̷͉̣̮̦̗̦̹̥̾͋́̽͆̏̕C̷̛̭̲̱̯̅̅̄̐͆́̔̕K̸̬̆͑͋ ̷̙̫̣̖̹̖̬̰͙̻̠͐̅̈́P̶̢̢̖̻̩͓̈́̑̒̇̔̅R̶̛͓͖̠̱͚̜͎͍͗̅͒͛ͅÖ̸̬̫̱̮͔͈̱̣́͌̈̒̄̅͒̀͠T̴̖̮̯͎̫͕̽̆ͅͅĖ̷̤̥̬͎̠̙̫͖C̶̢̺͚̳͚͍̫̰̹̝̱͑̌̀̕̚T̷̡̠̭͔̀͝ ̷̯͈̤͈͈̏͌̈Ḁ̴̧̝̅̍̀͑́̊͑̐͝͝T̴̛͔̝̟͎͚̤̟͓̩̍̌ͅT̴̡͔̠̤̥͈̭̑̍̑̈͜ͅḀ̵̦͎̫͎̙̓͌͆͆̾́͜C̵̥͇̈́̌Ķ̴̹͈̺͙̰͎̗͎͆̈́̈́͘ ̸͉̞̣̃̍̍͠P̵̢̣͐̓̑̎̽̐̉R̵̗̎̎̎́̀̃͌̏̕͘O̶̝͓͚̺͆T̸̢̙̬̼̲̎̋̂̑E̶̢̫̝̻̬̣̱̰̐̋̍̃̇̊̃͘͝C̷̼̟̩̱̪͉̤̮̜̈́̓̃̅̚͝T̷̢̨͙̦͉̬̜̣̈́̈ ̵̛̼̐̾̌͋͑͂͗͠͝͝Ḁ̵̳̙̝̪̝̠̱̺͚̔̅T̴̼̱̥̗̏̈̿̆̽͗̋T̶̢̧̯͕̰̭̩̜͐́͐À̶̭̀̃͒̚͠C̸̡̥̠̯͔͖̰͖̜͋̈́̊͌̽̆̔̀̾̍K̴̢͓̥̱̻̪͔͕̗̈̆̈̉̌

W̵̢̲̺̪̝̰̲̍̔̓̈̑͊̄̀̆͠O̷͙̭̮͎͖̪͂̃̈́͋̓̐̄̓͐̊͝N̶̢̛͇̞̮̻̞̬̥͗̋̿̎̒ͅT̴̨̛̠̯͚̬̦̹̓͐̈͋͗̿̿̀͠ ̴͈̤̘̙̲̭͈̣͑ͅF̴̧̢̞͖͔͎̟̪͕͆̓O̸̧̯̠͚̮̟̮̤͉̱̓̓̋͌͌͆͊̀̀̚̚R̵͚̺̤͍͙̲͖̈́̎̂̓̉̕ͅG̷͔͕̳̪̻̤̠͒͗̃̓̑͆̀̈́̚I̶̗̎͋̎V̶̺͚̩͋͆͒͒̕Ę̸͗̀̀̋͑̐̔͋̍̎͘ ̷̡͙̳̕Ŵ̷̢̯̬̽͂̒̈́̑̅͊͘͘̚Ö̷̪̥́͂̌͛̈́̌N̵̛̛̙̱͍̭̞̲̳̎̀͑̎̏T̴̫͔̪̜̬̳͍̪̼̹̟̋̍ ̴̧̢̢̛̻̟̖̱̀̂̈́̐̋̂͗̊͝F̷̦̌O̵̡̼̫̳̼͎̠͕͗̿͐̒̏̂͠R̸̨̨͔̭̮̼͓͍͎̉̃͒͆̑̕͝G̶̛̳͆̈́́̽̃̄̾̃͝Ī̴̥̥̦̝̻̌̾͛̄͑͊̑̌̎͠V̶͙̭̻̺̻͚͇̭̈̈́̽̒͌̏̈́͌̄͌͜E̸̡̙̭̙̖̙̳͔̿̓̀͆̿̽͘͝ͅ ̸͈̝̺͙̜̥̟̺̌͗͆̃̄̍̿̋̇̕͜͠N̴̡͈̲͈̦̣͖̟̱͉͋͛͑̒̀͆̕͘̚͝͠O̸̱̟̝̼̹͚̳̰̾̚͝ ̷̹̩͖̙̤͌̈́́͐̃̐̕̕͜M̸̢̩̼͚̼̪͚̳̤̋́̃̉Ę̸̮̬̮̻͐ͅͅŘ̷̦C̵̛̬̄͋̓̍̎͑̀͐͝Y̵̢͈̼̙͔̯͖̿̑̂̑̆̕ͅ ̷̝̝͓͚́̏̏̀̌͐̈́̀͠N̵̗͈̲̠̘̥̒́͆̈́͑̿̓͝Ó̸̢̢͙̹̀̔͒̎̋̂̀́͝͝ ̸̙̀M̸̢̧̨̅̌̈́̀̽̀̏̅̕̚E̶̢͖̟̊̉̾̓͋̍̍R̷̳̝̟͛̽̈́C̷̢̩̽̾̇̄̏̈́̃̚Y̴̛̥̬̻̣̝̭̱͛̐̊ ̶̥̞͖̩̐̈́̎͌͆̔͘͝Ņ̷̡̢͙͈̭͉̝̠͐͂̀̈͌̑̋̍̔Ŏ̶͖͐͌́͑ ̷̡̲̝̩͍̹̺̈́͐̌͂̈́̃̊̄͂́͜͜M̵͎̖̲͇̗̍̐͌͗͛ͅĘ̶̬̳̲̏̆̅̈́͒̈́̌̅͝Ř̸̨̳͕̉̊̂C̴̭̪͌Y̷͇̦͖̞͓̪͙͂̏̽̂͊͒—

A sharp pain rips through the back of Danny’s ear, snapping him back to reality.

His vision clears.

His jaw feels wet.

He tastes iron.

He’s holding something.

The something is twitching.

He drops it.

The something is a someone.

He tore into F̸̦̲̋r̷͍̈́ẽ̵̦a̵͖̾͛k̷̙͠s̵̨̈́h̸̤͑̅ó̸̟̙͂w̶̺̓͠— no.

No.

Not Freakshow.

The red he’s seeing isn’t dyed into the suit.

This is… who was this?

Ah, right.

The bad clown.

The mean clown.

He feels something fall off the back of his ear and clatter to the ground. He looks down, and sees a bat-shaped piece of metal at his feet.

His… bat toy.

What… what was he doing?

He was in a cage that he couldn’t phase out of, and he was about to be let out by…

He spots Damian on the floor, arm outstretched like he had thrown something and lost his balance. He’s bleeding.

Because the clown shot him.

Because Danny was too loud.

He starts moving towards Damian, who flinches back.

… oh no.

No, no, it’s ok, it’s ok, he’s not mean or scary, he’s just… he had just…. 

He whimpers, and folds in on himself, ashamed of what he’s done. He didn’t mean to be scary. Just wanted to help. To protect. He’s small again, see? All safe. All good. No threat, no scary. Just a little guy. 

He waddles over to his bat toy, and starts dragging it towards Damian, who has started to lean towards Danny a little. It’s ok, see? Same little guy. Not scary, no more big, no more surprises.

A portal opens below Danny and he falls into the ghost zone.

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Over the past few days, Clockwork has discovered many things.  He’s found that there are many things that even he cannot predict, that people will act in unexpected ways, and that he can get stomach ulcers from stress despite having no physical body. Most importantly, however, he’s discovered that, despite intentionally detaching himself from any and all inhabitants of the timeline, he just so happens to view Danny the way one would view their own child.

Clockwork holds the tiny, wiggling body of the ghost boy that he— entirely against his will— cares very deeply about, and he knows for a fact that he will never ever let him do anything so blatantly stupid ever again for as long as his afterlife persists. He oh so desperately wishes this revelation came at least a week prior to this moment, but as tempting as it is to change the past, he knows better than to meddle in such a way.

He will simply meddle in the mature and parental way. Danny will have quite a few days to reflect on his actions before that dimensions heroes utilize the “contact info” he left in Danny’s place. After all, Danny had caused quite a stir in that dimension. A responsible guardian must teach their child to take responsibility for their actions.

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Danny had been planning this vacation for months, and Ancients did he plan to make the most of it. His friends and parents all agreed to keep Amity safe while he’s gone for the summer, and he had Clockwork to tell him when it was time to portal back home. As he floated towards a natural portal in the ghost zone (because it’s far more fun when the destination is a surprise), he began shifting his form. He had been dealing with so much both as a human and as a ghost. School, fights, teen drama, hunters— but not this summer! This summer, it’s going to be different! He won’t have to worry about human or ghost problems, because this summer, he’s not going to be either! He’s going to be…

A Little Creature™️.

He doesn’t use his “compact” form very often, since it dampens his powers and takes away his ability to talk. But, on this vacation, he won’t need his powers. He can just wander around an unknown dimension, steal some food, sleep in a cardboard box. If he actually needs to be human for something, he can switch back no problem. But honestly? It’s fun being a little guy, even if being a little guy does make him kinda stupid. (He got stuck in a cardboard tube the first time he went into his little form. He was stuck for half an hour. Didn’t even think to phase out of it. As soon as he was pulled out of the tube, he went right back in and got stuck again). Plus, he can stay in this form for an incredibly long time— he doesn’t even switch back when he’s hurt! (Which no, it was not fun to learn that, but good to know)

Shifting into his compact form, Danny slips through the portal and finds himself wading through a big pool of stuff that seems like ectoplasm, but slightly to the left. Like yeah, it’s technically ectoplasm, the same way a carton of milk set out in the sun for three days is technically milk. Not fun to play in, horrible to eat.

As Danny pulls himself out of the gross, bubbling “ectoplasm” pool, shaking himself off, he sees some sort of big fight going down. Bunch of people with swords, some big guy dressed as a bat, some kid dressed as a traffic light. He considers stepping in for a moment, but… no. This is his vacation. Not his dimension, not his problem. Just be a Little Creature™️. He sees a bat-shaped piece of metal at his feet. He knows exactly what a Little Creature™️ would do in this scenario.

He hits it.

Then he hits it again.

Then he hits it again, and again, and again and again and again and he grabs it and bites it and rolls around with it and tail slaps it and bites it and bites it and bites it and bites it and then he almost gets stepped on.

Danny looks up from his toy to see the kid dressed as a traffic light staring down at him. The kid tries to grab the toy away from Danny only to be met by the fierce batting of his little paws. The kid moves his hand close a couple more times, and each time he’s fought off valiantly by Danny’s little paw smacks. He’s not sure why the kid looks like he’s smiling when he’s so clearly losing this battle. The kid gets distracted by the guy in the bat costume calling out to him, and Danny takes this opportunity to continue biting the bat toy, rolling with it and biting it and batting it and biting it and why is he being carried away by the kid.

Danny looks around and sees that the kid is carrying him into a big plane being piloted by the guy in the bat suit. Then he’s shoved under the kid’s cape, and he doesn’t really see too much for a few minutes. He chirps at the kid, and is met with a soft yet quick “shhh!” He waits until he can feel the plane they’re in take off to peek out of the cape and look out the window.

He can see the large pool— though it’s more of a pit, now that he sees the whole thing— that he arrived through, as well as a bunch of people running away from it. Not sure why though, it’s just a bubbling—

Ah.

It blew up.

… Danny hides a bit further in the cape, clutching his bat toy a little tighter. He wound up in a very comfortable position, which made him just… a little sleepy…

Danny woke up wrapped in the cape, held by the kid, surrounded by a shocking number of people all yelling something about a “tiny pet pit demon.”

[the-ultimate-pie-family]

Noble 6 the reaper part 2

Comet and Noble 6 were hiking a mountain to another outpost, hoping for a working radio 6 up there. "Noble 6 looked up, seeing a down pelican. Hmm," move up noble 6 took the lead scooting the area clear move up "Comet ran up look for the radio it work may day may day pelican 115 we need help? hello? Pelican 115 is down and needs exfil hello? Ahh damnit, Comet, get down, stay quiet. Comet took cover and hid and was ready to fire. Hands up how dare you treat your brother like that. "Blood collapsed, falling in a small trench" ow....... told you guys I'll make it...... "Comet and noble 6 carried blood in the down pelican." How did you escape? I did? "Blood was confused." I must've lost them back there, hahah. "Comet and 6 were just shocked he lost them that easy." we should keep moving. why? The radio works, right? Right? Yes, but no one answers, and then I must need time to give life in the pelican. "Then elites started to move in. Comet threw a plasma grenade at an elite blow chunks everywhere. " Like old times, huh guys? "Comet fired his assault rifle, killing 10 grunts and three jackles and 1 elite." 14 kills for me 6. How about you 5 grunts, 10 jackles, and 3 elites? "As 6 killed a brute" and one brute, hahah, that's 25. You suck your buying dinner a comet. Can you guys shut up? I can't work hello. This is Pelican 115 can any one hear me? Hey, we got survivor caption. we need help. Please, Pelican, down, elite are here we'll try to meet you some send in location fast we read you pelican 115 write this down fast. Blood, what's going on? "Comet and 6 were firing, then blood made an escape hole move. Dammit I'm hit. "Comet got shot with a needler 6 grabbed comet and threw him out the hole." Blood go my destiny is writen already no you're destiny is still going blood grabbed 6 jumping down the hill comet run "Comet coughed trying to get his barring" run gotcha "they ran to the exfil while getting fired at" 6 flare now "6 threw a flare to signal" blood all sides blood comet back to back. The last resort shit "Comet 6 and blood went back to back to back" 3......... "elite, grunts, jackles, hunters, brutes, and drones started swarming in, then 6 yelled." FIRE!!!!!!

"Noble 6, comet, and blood fired their weapons, dropping the grunts and jackles." Comet behind you "6 rolled over comet stabbing an elite in it head with emile's knife" pelican 115 group were above you drop that ladder now solider "the ladder fell climb men go go go comet climbed up then 6 and blood grabbed the ladder" go go go get us out of here "then the random portal grabbed comet and blood again teleporting them back home" Huh?

Mod pie: halo story lol

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