#jason looks weaker and stupider

[oifaaa]

You’re so real for saying that Jason barely cared about the Joker in UTRH. The only thing he cared about was fucking with Bruce. (Which he did)

I seriously question if anyone who buys into the Jason is obsessed with killing the Joker has actually read utrh like there's a whole conversation between Jason and joker about how little Jason cares about him tho I guess I shouldn't be too harsh considering the amount of other dc books that play it up and that the movie (iirc) didn't include that conversation which oh I would have loved to have seen it animated

[all-my-ocs-are-evil]

Jason's been pestering Danny about why he looks like a borderline walking corpse for ages and Danny has decided to put his lying skills to the test. (he has none)

rambling below cut

I've been playing w the idea that the more Danny transforms, the more his ghost form gets "lively" while his human form gets weaker and more sickly. He knows that if he keeps transforming like this then, one day, he's not going to have a livable body to go back to, but he really doesn't want to think about all that. He's more interested in the weird "totally dead but not dead" Wayne son who may or may not have a thing for his sister.

everytime i do one these im like "this time I'll keep it simple so I don't have to suffer through colouring bc I have zero foresight—it'll be greyscale at most" and then all of the sudden its 4am and i'm trying to finish a stupid comic but i decided to add "some" colour to spice it up and hide my shitty ink job and then SOME COLOUR ALWAYS BECOMES FULL COLOUR WHY CAN I NOT ESCAPE THIS STUPID CYCLE!!

(did this all stem from me not being able to decide between a super pale character design and one w a vibrant tan bc I love white hair + tan but I also love extremely pale albino so I forced myself to find a way to make both work? never! that's absurd!)

[grimdarling69]

Ghosting Gone Backwards

"No. No, i can not go back." Damian spoke her voice echoey and distant, but her body was etched in drooping vines. She would not stand for this. She did not sacrifice years of a life she could have been living with her family, to be the Ghost Queen, wife to the High King of the Infinate Realms, Phantom Dark (her Danny) and mother of their children, Dante and Ellie just to run back to them with her tail between her legs. Because what? The Observants don't believe they are doing a good enough job? That they are to focused on their children and friends to run a kingdom? The Realms were doing fine before them and can wait just a little for them to raise their young children. But of course not, and now Clockwork wanted to send her and their children away.

She glanced at Danny. She couldn't bear it any longer, and her glowing purple eyes started to water. Her husband, since he had asked her to join him in the Infinte Realms in a borrowed dream. He needed her to save their children since he had fully died and was no longer the halfa he once was, but she was well on her way to becoming one. A starving and raging one at that. She would have died, or worse had he not taken her to Frostbite. She did not regret rushing her healing and straining herself to have the children at different times and being forced to marry Danny because those stupid eyeballs couldn't fathom losing their last bit of control.

She loved Danny if course, had since she was still Sam Manson, but she would have preferred not to marry at thirteen years old and the ghost equivalent to pregnancey with Dante, after a incident, both then and three years later she needed to have Ellie because of Vlads incompetence and stupidity.

And now here she is on the eve of her eighteenth birthday being told that she was being forced to go home to a family that she left behind for another.

To her Father. To Richard, her older brother, but always acted more like a father than a brother. To Alfred and his endless food. To Jason and his cruel jokes but soft voice that read stories to him from a very young age. To Cassandra, whom she respected heavily and found commederie with. To Timothy, a boy she once tried to murder many times but somewhere along the way they found family. To Stephanie and her laughter, her easy disposition that could lower his guard. To Duke and his bright way of always lighting up their darkness, litterly.

How could she return to them? Even if she did go back... what would they say? Would they believe her? Vansished mysteriously a boy and just as sudden reappeared a young woman with a barely five and almost two year old. The scandal!...she can hear her siblings laughing voices, exclaiming the word. Her baby girl, her sleepy little flower, with her little fingers intertwined with the vines that seemed to sprout from all over. They usually have flowers freshly and beautifully bloomed.

" Dame... I do not wish for you three to leave me either, but it is dangerous here for you. You three are the most vulnerable out of everyone here." Danny spoke, his worry and concern displayed in the swarming colors in his eyes. Yes, she knew how much they meant to him but she still hated it when he acted like she was all that much weaker than him just because she was only a halfa and an ancient still in the making. She never looked down upon him when he was in her spot, but she supposed she wasn't that powerful in either of her lives compared to her husband. She was once a Robin, weilding a katana and bringing justice to her father's streets, but she left that life behind.

He swiped a tear off her cheek and leaned his head in, resting on her forehead. She closed her eyes and she knew he was dog the same.

" I love you more than anything, Dami. You always supported me before, and I need to know you three are safe... even if it's away from me." He spoke without moving. He didn't breathe, but she did.

For her children... she would do anything even return to her old life.

She didn't need to speak for him to know her decision and simply kissed her and removed his sons laced fingers to place them in hers. She smiled softly at her sleepy little boy. He would have started kindergarten with Frostbite and the other neverborns this year. He smiled at her, but his eyes were clouded with fuzz.

"Your family can't see you like this." She hadn't detransformed in close to two years now. She had never felt the need to, being surrounded by things she needed to be a ghost for. Her children were still in their human forms, too young to have the ectoplasm to support their forms. She herself at one point was too deprived of ectoplasm as well. It was simply better for them both to be human before, and it was good they were still human if she were to go home with them like... she didn't know what would happen.

She breathed a deep breath that seemed to shake her lungs. Light emerged from her middle, and it stalled for a few seconds before spreading across her body. The vines disappeared, and her dress shifted into the clothes she recalled wearing at some point when pregnant with Ellie. They were comfortable so she wouldn't complain. For a second, everything seemed fine, then she tilted forward black toeing her vision.

"Danny..."

"I've got you."

She gained her balance after a while, and Danny, with eyes that watched like a hawk to make sure she's recovered. At some point, Wulf came and opened a portal to the place she described on the outskirts of Bristol. It would be in the woods, but close enough, she would have to walk for than a mile or so to the Wayne Manor front gate.

"Goodbye, Dante, Ellie, my lovely Dame." He spoke in a singsong voice, but she could tell it was a last resort to stop himself from breaking down into tears and begging her to stay. He couldn't do that because they both knew would stay.

"Goodbye, beloved."She spoke, backing slowly into the portal, still carrying hope he'd change his mind and tell her to stay. He didn't.

Before long, they arrived in Bristol with heavy rain battering the trees. She clutched Ellie closer with one hand and, with practiced motions, picked up Dante in a piggy back ride and slipped into the night.

She walked a long time but finally reached the leering gate. It looked just the same as when he left all those years ago. Ellie was wet and grumblely but refused to wake. Dante was fast asleep, his hair sticking up every way, his drool and rain indiscernable stains on the light sweater. They would certainly be getting colds, Alfred would never not treat them even if he was mad at her.

She buzzed the doorbell barely seeing it between her long cascading dark and curly hair from the rain drenching it. She needed a hot shower as soon as possible.

"Wayne Residence speaking. We are quite busy. I'm afraid for guests at this moment." Alfred spoke, his voice was heavy and disinterested? Her almost grandfather would absolutely call that beyond rude.

" Not very polite of you, Pennyworth. You always tell me to be kind and here you are trying to turn us away in the rain. How the mighty have fallen." He playfully chastised the butler hoping he'd recognize him.

" Master Damian...? No it can't be but that voice... have you really returned to us?"

"Yes I have....and I was hoping we could save some tears for when I'm not on the verge of being swept away?"

"Oh! Yes..yes I will be there with the car right away. Just... just don't go anywhere. Please."

She didn't realize just how much she missed her psuedograndfather until he heard voice. Maybe this won't be as bad as she thought.

A/n this came to me in a very strange dream and I just need everyone to know this probably won't make sense but just so you know I was sick when I dreamed this up so blame my fever dreams if yall follow me for my Crack au it should be posted by tonight sorry for the delay I got really bad writers block and so o took a break to do some other things to get rid of it

[worldseer]

A list of random HCs about Jason Todd because I have brainrot~

THESE ARE MY PERSONAL HEADCANONS! IF YOU DISAGREE, THAT'S FINE BUT DON'T LEAVE HATE! Headcanons are separated by catagories: Random, fluffy, angsty, and NSFW. MDNI!!!! The different colors are just to break up the hcs a bit and not look like pure walls of text-

Random:

Has tapetum lucidum after being in the pit, causing his eyes to glow green in low/no light.

Has hazel eyes, which causes them to look brown or green at certain times.

Built sturdy and more like a boxer. I refuse to believe that this man isn't wide. Getting a better diet since being adopted + Robin training + Lazarus Pit = BIG. FRIDGE OF A MAN.

Has vitiligo, hence the white streak in his hair. It just so happened to show up after being resurrected.

Known to sleep walk and talk after resurrection. If he ever sleeps at the Manor, Bruce has cameras and sensors in place to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid.

Mostly talks shit to the houseplants while sleepwalking.

Canonically eats fast food alot. However, he always manages to burn off the calories. And the fat just makes him bulkier.

Bisexual but he doesn't tell anyone. Not that he's trying to hide it. He just doesn't label himself.

Wears eyeliner regularly, just because he wants to. Look I just love the concept, ok?

Considering getting his ears pierced, just debating on what exact kind of piercing

Has tattoos but not many, most notably small tattoo of a flower on his wrist to honor the death of Catherine, his step-mother.

Has prominent scars: Autopsy scar (died, obvi), scar stretching from the left edge of his left cheek and then up into his hairline (from crowbar), cut in his right eyebrow (from fighting as a child), lip scar that runs from slightly above the skin of his top lip and down over his lips to his chin on his left ( also from fighting as a child). Any other "scar" he receives since resurrection often fades away due to effects from the pit. The others do not fade.

Almost as tall as Bruce, maybe shorter by about an inch at most.

Fluffy:

Has cried watching the Titanic movie. Was inconsolable for a week. Refuses to watch it ever again.

Laughs at horror films these days. Also will talk about how cuts and bullet wounds are anatomically incorrect like its casual conversation. It's one of the few activities he actively enjoys doing with Damian.

Calls Dick an old man just to spite him.

Never passes on an opportunity to tease Tim and call him a huge fucking nerd.

Loves all animals, but prefers cats. No real reason. He just always liked them more. Used to leave cans of food out for the cats to eat from as a kid.

Mostly likes Nu Metal, since it allowed him as a kid to get anger out and all the cool teens in his neighborhood blasted it a lot. But he's not picky about music. Secretly a snob for classical music though.

Strong relationship with Barbara, thinks of her as a sister he never had.

Always helps Alfred cook when he's at the Manor, and is good at it. Obviously works a knife well in cooking, but secretly prefers baking because the kitchen smells better afterwards.

As I've said before, I would not be surprised if he brings a stray home from either a shelter or the street. If he could, he'd help all the stray animals in Gotham and keep them.

Cares deeply about Tim. Tries to act like a big brother and be a good example to the best of his ability.

Not really a gamer, but he had some old consoles when he was a young kid under Bruce's care. Loved Wii Sports; boxing was his favorite. Nowadays, he doesn't play video games much. When he has time and feels like it though, he will play a game or two. Doom Eternal and Red Dead Redemption II are the top favorites after being resurrected.

Spends a good amount of time around Cass when at the Manor. They probably understand each other on almost a psychic level. They also train together a lot too to sharpen skills they both are weaker in.

Angst: (sorry for the pain)

Volunteers often at shelters and soup kitchens as a way to cope, makes him believe that he can offer comfort instead of just pain and being a burden.

Prefers to not talk out feelings after being resurrected; usually drives around to clear his head. Depending on how bad the situation is, it ranges from a few minutes to over an hour.

Loves classical literature because it was the first thing that allowed him to escape reality.

Has weird as fuck dreams, thanks to trauma and the pit. Never says anything about them to others however.

Never lets his stubble grow out too much because it makes him think he looks too much like Bruce, and he doesn't want to look like him.

Picked up smoking because what the hell are they gonna do? Kill him again? Always tries to avoid smoking around the others though, especially the members who are younger than him.

Rarely drinks. Reminds him too much of his birth father. Only does it for times when things are really bad.

Is so close to Barbara because she's one of the few who understands what it's like to be traumatized by the Joker. Often seeks her out for some comfort if his PTSD acts up again.

Hates crying, never cries in front of others unless he really trusts them. People who have seen him cry include Barbara, Dick, Alfred, and Bruce (on accident).

Grew up Catholic. Stopped believing the moment right before he died. Now has immense Catholic guilt and occasionally questions his morals a lot. (Might be self projecting but fuck it)

Zones out a lot. Happens the most during off time. If he's not doing anything, he's likely zoned out. Usually zones out when he thinks too hard about what the Lazarus Pit did to him, his death, and resurrections.

Copes in brash and self-depreciative humor. Also will make fun of others to draw attention away from his own problems.

Tried to help Catherine as much as he could, even if she wasn't the best mother to have.

NSFW: (Minors look no further!!!!)

A switch, dominant-leaning.

Softer dom, surprisingly. Sure, he can be a hard dom if he asked, but that's not what he wants. Coos sweet words while teasing.

Grunts and groans. Not vocal, but he'll talk through it sometimes. Grits his teeth if he's really into it.

"Oh, look at you on my cock. So tight and taking all of it, do you feel full? You look good when you're full of me."

He needs foreplay before subbing. Sometimes he's still wary about letting his guard down, so he needs lots of prepping and reassurance. Once he is into subbing, he's very obedient and eager to please.

Softer noises and gasps when subbing. He doesn't dare be loud, and often tries to cover up his noises. Doesn't beg often, takes what he gets without much complaint.

"Mmph- ah- hah- fuck- I'm close- I'm close baby. Can I finish?"

LOVES dirty talk, giving and receiving. He's already a bit of a cocky lil shit, so he'll tease you and talk you through it. Supportive about his dirty talk usually.

"That's it. Just like that. God- you're perfect. So fuckin' perfect- keep goin' baby, I gotcha."

Not experienced, sorry. With a combination of being bad at expressing emotions, trauma, and being busy as a vigilante, he does not get many bitches.

Has had hookups here and there, but that's all they were. He left the moment the other was all settled or asleep.

Experimental. Because he's low on experience, he's not entirely sure what he does or doesn't like.

Would not use a weapon in bed. That's a hard line. Weapons make him think of violence, and that's the last thing he wants to think about when in such a vulnerable moment.

Hates degradation, on both ends. Won't do it even if asked. The only time he'd ever get close to degrading is if you allow him to fuck while he's still working through some anger. Would apologize profusely afterwards though.

Not big on being tied up himself, but likes tying someone else up a bit. Nothing crazy besides handcuffs. Any further and he feels like he's taking advantage/being taken advantage of.

PRAISE!!! Loves to receive it, especially if he's being focused on or on the more submissive side.

A giver. He's not selfish, and feels bad if the other is not feeling good as well. Would most likely give more than he ever receives.

Not picky. As long as you are clean and consenting, he'll eat out if offered/allowed. Hair? Doesn't matter. Menstruating? Good thing he's low on iron. And you best believe that he is not stopping until you either push him away or are begging.

Thick, as expected. A little bit over 6" long. Prominent veins.

Trimmed, not shaved. Yes there is a difference.

Has a bit of a happy trail, and veins appear on v-line when hard.

Aftercare game ranges on how much he and his partner did, and their relationship. Hookups are usually left to take care of themselves and he leaves quickly. If Jason is serious about someone, he'll grab a washcloth, urge the other to use the bathroom (and maybe carry them if they're tired), and stay for cuddles.

[thedadkraken]

The Consequences of Influence

w.— @thefairheiroffairisle

Pyke didn't have many balconies and the ones they did have were dangerous during storms and ignored on clear days. Dalton's new study on Faircastle had a nice view into the sea, his new balcony wasn't a safety hazard and he could enjoy his time there. He spent a long time looking at the pale walls, the light inside the room felt calmer than anything he had seen at Pyke.

—Have I told you how I met your mother? Not the romance we always say, but the reason I was in Fair Isle to meet her in the first place. —Dalton was young and genuinely thought he could invade the castle by himself, Veron liked to tease him about his failed attack.— Look at the shore, seashell. Look how close we are to them. Just imagine the possibilities.

He left the rest unsaid. « Imagine how many raids we can do from here. We could attack the Crag from both fronts, north and south. » The location couldn't be better. So close to the Rock, there was no need to use provisions unnecessarily before raids. His men could rest and recharge here. Dalton was pleased with everything. But the location was a double edge sword, the were closer; it made it easier to attack, it would make it more difficult to defend. Especially after Dalton destroy most of the castle's defenses.

—You've hidden behind me, on Toron's shadow, under your sisters and uncle's protection. One day the westerlands will remember. Your ships can have Farman sails and Lysa's grace but that won't ever erase the blood. We have their suffering dripping over our hands and you cannot escape my legacy. Even if I wish you could.

Dalton could insult the westerlands all he wanted, but he never truly thought they were stupid. They'd eventually notice. House Farman and Greyjoy were linked forever.

Toron once had told him the Lannister lady must have come as a spy sent to kill Rodrik. Dalton didn't think Jason Lannister stupid enough to make his own daughter do the job, when he was rich enough to hire a killer of his own. But his son's paranoia had a point: the Lannisters would do something, they'd respond, otherwise who would take them seriously as Paramounts?

Lady Johanna gave Jason Lannister cats instead of lions, each daughter weaker than the last, their pride was an illusion and their roars were only whispers. Toron was more capable of becoming an actual lion than any of those blonde fools.

—Your lover is a liar, a hypocritical, but does a Lannister who isn't a hypocrite truly exists? The protector of smallfork, or something like that she said at court. Did she said she cared? We kill hundreds of her dear smallfork every year but has no problem sleeping with their killers. No boy, that woman is hiding something. When Toron decides to continue his foolish plans to take Casterly Rock as inheritance, don't be surprised as her blade cuts your neck.

Perhaps he was being dramatic, too reckless to think. He ran his hand over his neck, the scars were not visible but he could feel them anyways. He wouldn't let his son be hurt if he could stop it.

[ajgrey9647]

Nonsexual acts of Intimacy:

Quad Life Poly + Holding hands

Off the cuff drabbles (for the most part they are drabbles. I had to contain myself)

Tender Touches (A Series of Drabbles)

Drakkon/Red/Tommy Oliver/Jason Scott:

The first time it happened, it was perfunctory, a necessity to ensure that they all were teleported safely from Zedd’s lunar palace. The second time, or maybe it was an extension of the first, was instinctive, subconscious, and the source of much embarrassment when they’d finally shaken the fog of extreme mental and physical overload.

On the hotel room’s standard queen-sized bed, it was a rather tight fit, but somehow, without being aware of what they were doing, the four made it work.

In the middle, Jason and Red cuddled closely together, fingers entwined, and the former pet’s forehead, crusted with dried blood, pressed against his younger counterpart’s. The Omega’s thigh rested between the older man’s legs, the warmth of the embrace soothing his muzzy, confused mind as the sedative continued to circulate in his blood and make his muscles feel overwhelmingly heavy.

At their backs, the dominants protectively curled at the submissives’ backs, Drakkon and Tommy firmly gripping the other’s hand while their thighs were slung over their partners’ hips, the combative pairs’ ankles even crossing in a way that was almost dainty. Each had an ass cheek that hung precariously over the precipice and were covered with only a tiny corner of the floral duvet.

They huddled tightly like naked, pink, baby birds in the too-small bed and slept nearly 24 hours before waking to the shock of their lives.

Tommy/Red:

Jason and Tommy returned to the hotel room that day, weeks after their initial discovery and the ordeal in Zedd’s palace, the subject of sex an unspoken item on the weekend’s itinerary, and the White Ranger’s heart was at war with his cock. As the Omega drove to the lakeside town, he could only stare thoughtfully at the lovely rose he held clutched in his clammy hand, its velvety, scarlet petals outlined with in ebony.

Drakkon and Jason decided to forego subtlety, each too eager to play to waste time on any misgivings or second thoughts. The younger man tore the tyrant’s shirt off seconds before his back was slammed against the wallpapered hotel wall, the resultant thud easily heard downstairs by the front desk ‘clerk’.

Red and Tommy sat awkwardly on the edge of the mattress, their thighs not evening touching as the White Ranger thrust the rose at the older man, who blushed as he marveled at the flower’s beauty.

The two highly hormonal men writhed against each other, moaning loudly and muttering harsh obscenities while Tommy looked on owlishly.

“Looks like fun,” Red whispered playfully against his ear, making him jump. “How do you want me, White Ranger? On my knees? Or my back? Maybe upside down?”

Now it was the younger man’s turn to blush.

“Uh, actually…I thought maybe we could…you know…” he stammered. “Go out?”

Tommy saw confusion creased Red’s face and, though he felt stupid and perhaps ungrateful, he mumbled the conflicting feelings at war in his heart. He couldn’t escape the feeling that it was wrong to just use the former pet’s body for pleasure, like he wasn’t an equal…still an animal without thoughts and emotions and desires.

“You wish to woo me, Tommy?” Red grinned, pleasantly amused by the White Ranger’s adorable, flustered gesturing and stuttering.

“I want it to be the right way the first time… Not like what happened ‘over there’.”

At that moment, Drakkon and Jason tumbled onto the bed, nearly landing on the other two men as they twisted together like fornicating rattlesnakes. The tyrant couldn’t help but overhear his weaker counterpart utter the underhanded jab.

Slipping his tongue from the Omega’s mouth, he jerked his head back to give Jason a faux glare.

“And you? Do you require wining and dining before I rail you?”

“I require that you fuck me until I can’t walk straight!” the dark-haired man growled throatily.

Giving the other two a pointed look, Drakkon hissed like an agitated feline.

“If you aren’t going to wrestle, then get out of the arena!”

Red rolled his eyes dramatically before sliding his hand into Tommy’s and pulling him up from the bed. They remained hand-in-hand as they walked out the front entrance, raising the ‘clerk’s’ brow while he discretely signaled his handler.

Drakkon/Tommy:

In the beginning, Drakkon would have proclaimed it’d be a cold day in hell before he’d willingly behave in a such a manner with his combative Prime Counterpart. Sure, they’d high-five or bump fists while fucking their submissives, but there wasn’t exactly any physical display of affection between the two.

“Isn’t it enough that I no long wish to kill the little shit?” the tyrant lamented to the group. “I feel…protective…over him, but I really don’t know what else you want from me?”

Tommy wasn’t the least bit offended, feeling much the same way. It wasn’t necessary for he and Drakkon to be all lovey-dovey for this to work. Being able to be in the same room and not tear the other’s head from their shoulders was a vast improvement in itself. They might swear or insult one another or engage in petty antics designed to cause aggravation. But there was no exchange of blows or snatching of weapons.

Then the incident happened…

It was embarrassing. It was dumb as all fuck. And something that Drakkon would have teased him about until the end of time Tommy was certain.

Jason was out that afternoon and the White Ranger was feeling especially frisky. The tyrant had been needling him for the past couple days about not being on his ‘level’ in terms of erotic kink, despite them being the same fucking person.

With those insults in mind, Tommy had propositioned Red, begging the older man to introduce him to something ‘different’, something that he could hold over the motherfucker’s head. He wanted to know if maybe there was something that even Drakkon was too much of a pussy to try…

Red had warned him it wasn’t a good idea…almost pleaded with him to just let it go. But no, Tommy insisted.

While he’d bottomed on occasion for Jason, it wasn’t his usual position. With Drakkon being such a control-freak and having trust issues, taking something in the ass wasn’t his forte…

Begrudgingly, the former pet had pulled out the small, metallic balls, the soft clink as they struck one another almost ominous. Getting them in took a little work…

It was getting them out that they ran into a problem.

Drakkon heard the commotion as he sat on the couch, amusing himself with trashy reality TV shows and keeping an ear perked pervertedly towards the bedroom. He hadn’t missed the clack of the exotic balls and knew as well as Red did that the whole thing was going to come back to bite the White Ranger in the ass.

And so it eventuated that Tommy curled upon the mattress, his clenched bare cheeks in the air while Red perched behind him, also stark naked, his lubed finger probing delicately at the offended hole. Though he had initially laughed, braying like a fucking donkey, at the little shit’s predicament, Drakkon ended up holding Tommy’s hand throughout the ordeal.

“If you relax a little more, it’d really help,” Red grunted, trying to work his way in to hook the truant ball. “I’m sure I can get it if you just work with me.”

He pressed forward but to his surprise, it was Drakkon that shrieked in pain.

“GODDAMMIT! FUCKING HELL, THOMAS! RANGER STRENGTH!”

The bones in his hand cracked alarmingly in Tommy’s grasp as the White Ranger squeezed for all he was worth, shimmying his ass forward and away from Red.

“Shit, dude! Sorry! My bad!”

“Bullshit!”

Drakkon cradled his purplish fingers and glared at the punk.

“How about I give it a go?” he hissed.

Red/Jason:

It was a long time coming, a conversation that needed to be had. The two almost mirror images sat before one another, Red seemingly afraid to even look at Jason’s face. The Omega tenderly reached out, taking his doppelganger’s hand in his own.

“There’s nothing for you to be sorry for, Red. What you did was because you were sick… If anything, I should be apologizing to you,” he whispered firmly. “And thanking you for what you did for me…both of me…”

And Various Friends…

Red/Eugene:

It was early morning, the sun just starting to crest over the horizon as it cast vivid orange and pink rays across the glittering waves of the lake. The air was slightly chilly, the breeze coaxing a vulnerable pimpling of gooseflesh over Eugene’s bare upper arms, the delicate pale skin of his shoulders and back also exposed while he posed knee deep in the cold water. Ethereal, wispy tulle fanned out about his legs, floating like fairy wings. Deeply scarlet roses circled him, their velvety petals sparkling with water droplets.

Demurely, Eugene clutched the hem of the unbuttoned bodice to his chest while he faced away from the camera, the neckline and sleeves tracing a path over his crooked elbows and collarbone. Highlighted this way, he resembled an otherworldly sprite, a fae of the lake returning from the human realm.

“Perfect!” Red complimented. “Hold that pose for me, Eugene…”

He could hear the shutter and click of the camera as the gray-haired man knelt on one knee to capture just the right angle.

“Got it,” the amateur photographer commented, sliding a finger over the screen to play back the images. “These are going to look amazing…”

Red moved closer, wadding out into the water himself for a close up. Eugene had a sensual slope to his shoulders, the blades bony and pronounced under his white skin. He was fortunate that most of his scars were more easily hidden than the former pet’s.

“Shit, this water’s freezing. Are you ok to do a few more or do you want to use what we have?”

Glancing back at his old friend, the lanky man grinned.

“In for a penny, out for a pound, buddy. I’ve got a few more in me at least.”

Red grinned, tapping his chin as he considered other poses that might show off the angular lines, fair flesh, and the beauty of the vintage gown floating in the waves.

“Hmmm… If you think you can tolerate it, walk out a bit further so we can get more of the dress to lift around you.”

As Eugene walked out until the waves lapped at his waist, Red followed, carefully pushing his roses in the other’s wake. These pre-wedding photos were going to be the best they’d done, and he couldn’t wait to see Billy and Matthew’s faces when they received them.

The lush gown fanned out as he’d hoped and Red snapped several more shots as the sun rose higher in the sky.

“You know, Eugene, with the way the light’s reflecting off the water, it looks like the lake’s on fire. I’m thinking black and white but with vibrant color accents…like maybe if you turn around and I get the lower part of your face. That red lipstick should be illegal to wear.”

Skull turned to look over his shoulder at Red, his cheeks pink with the warm blush and his eyes fringed in long midnight lashes.

“I like the way you think, partner!” he teased with a wink.

All in all, it was one of the most inspiring scenes Red had shot. The fact it was for Matthew, Eugene, and Billy’s wedding made it all the better.

When it was time to make the cumbersome trek back to the silty shore, the long trailing material of the dress made the fight against the water even harder now that it was fully saturated. For a frightening moment, Eugene had stumbled, losing his balance on his shivering legs, the muscles overworked and growing numb. Inadvertently, he grabbed hold of Red’s shoulders, falling into his chest and nearly taking them both under.

“Easy does it! I’ve got you, Eugene!”

The former pet gently righted him with an amused twinkle in his eye.

“Allow me to offer my assistance to the blushing bride,” he teased, holding out an elbow.

For a moment, Skull hesitated, the reaction a knee-jerk response to the one-time over-arching rule of Lord Drakkon.

DO NOT TOUCH RED…

Then the moment passed, and he looped his arm through his dear friend’s, their fingers entwining like out of an old-fashioned novel.

“Can’t say I ever thought I’d be escorting a bride on my arm,” Red snickered as they sloshed onward.

Drakkon/Eugene

“What the absolute fuck are you asking me?” Drakkon choked out, sure he’d misheard the whole conversation as they sat eating lunch at the picnic table on the deck of the cabin. “Are you running a fever perhaps? Or smacked your head off something?”

Eugene sighed.

“Look, I never ever in the history of ever thought I’d be asking this of you, of all people. But you’re the only one left to do it. Red will be taking pictures, Jason is doing the music, and Tommy is the one officiating or whatever you want to call it… Do you want to actually do something nice for me for a change?”

Rolling his eyes, the tyrant huffed.

“Of course, you’d bring all that up again…”

“Yes, of course…” Skull smiled sweetly. “So you in or out?”

Over the course of their reunion, the Coinless orphans had settled into an easy type of friendship. It hadn’t been without tension or awkwardness or scathing comments and accusations, but it had reached a semblance of camaraderie in their shared history. The two groups eventually fell into a routine, celebrating some holidays together as Drakkon, Red, and Eugene couldn’t exactly be seen by their partners’ families without a lot of raised eyebrows, questions, and possible smelling salts being involved. No one wanted to tackled all the discussion of alternate time lines, universes, Power Rangers, etc, not they were really allowed to do so anyway.

Of course, they made their own traditions over time, creating their own little niche in the world.

As Drakkon escorted the vailed Eugene down the crimson runner to where Matt and Billy stood, he felt the bride give him a glance through the lacy material.

Eugene was surprised to see the genuine emotion in the tyrant’s eyes…something that wasn’t rage, wrath, disgust, or contempt. He looked like how ‘Tommy Oliver’ might have if he’d made better choices…

Giving Drakkon’s hand a squeeze, the former Sentry Captain gave a sassy grin.

“Ever think you’d get to play ‘father of the bride’?”

Settling an expression of haughty unbotheredness, the asshole clucked his tongue.

“I doubt I’d have spawned a more lovely daughter than you, Eugene…”

Red/Matthew:

Matthew was the one who’d found him… Drakkon and Tommy had departed on their ritualized weekend grocery store runs and Jason had left to spend some quality time with his parents who’d been dropping hints that they missed him, didn’t see him all that much anymore. Billy and Eugene were still entwined amongst the silk sheets of their bed, indulging in the afterglow of some morning delight.

While they’d still kept their farmhouse-style dwelling on the outskirts of Angel Grove, the group couldn’t pass up the extravagant ‘gift’ Drakkon had bestowed upon them. Holding out the keys to the cabin that was situated next to their own, he’d enumerated the benefits of living close to one another before blithely offering up the lame excuse that was slightly closer to the truth.

“I don’t need some nosey ass motherfuckers moving in over there and gawking at us… At least you know why we all resemble each other…”

Matthew went for a jog that morning to work out the stiffness that came with spending a lot of time in bed, but not because he was sleeping… As a young newlywed, sore muscles and fatigue went with the territory. Plus going for a run gave him a good excuse to come back shirtless, sweaty, and glowing with endorphins…

The first time, he’d went down the road, Matt had seen Red in the backyard, getting ready to start his static workout and poses on the two metal beams that were erected for his preferred workout. However, as he came back a second time, he’d noticed the gray-haired man wasn’t there…or so he thought…

Slowing his strides, the Green Ranger had a bad feeling gnawing at his gut. He cut through the yard, rounding the corner of the cabin to find Red sprawled on the ground, unconscious. The overhead beams still glistened with morning dew, making them deceptively slick.

“Oh shit! Red! Hey, buddy, you alright?” Matt yelled, racing to the older man’s side.

The former pet didn’t respond to the shouts.

The jock quickly pulled his phone from the pocket of his gym shorts, his other hand finding its way into Red’s as he started to call for help, not caring at the possible problems that could arise. From the cabin on the opposite side of road, the warm motherly neighbor lady came running… Jane.

“Matt? What’s going on? What happened to Jamie?” she panted, referring to Red by his public persona.

“I dunno… He fell, I think…”

A grumbled grunt and the man in question began to stir.

“Jamie? Oh, thank goodness!” Jane started even as he started to shake his head to clear it.

“Jamie,” he whispered, rolling over to look at the brightening blue spring sky. “Yes, that’s right. I’m Jamie…”

Red/Jane:

He loved having a painting partner. Sure, Drakkon would gamely pick up a brush, but his forte was pencil or charcoal. The tyrant preferred to create still images not ‘make believe shit’ like Red.

“No offense, darling.”

When the kindly plump camp store clerk moved in across the street, not long after they themselves had settled in, he’d been curious about her. Jane had a calming aura about her that Red found soothing. Unlike with most other people, his brain didn’t lock up quite so bad around her, and when it did, she patiently waited it out.

Being brave, he’d decided to pursue a new friendship.

Red and Jane often met on her front porch, the posts decorated with full trellises of flowers that the gray-haired man appreciated. Propping up their easels, Jane and ‘Jamie” painted side by side, sometimes quietly, sometimes engaged in thoughtful conversation. Her questions weren’t probing or uncomfortable, but they did make Red think.

For a mere camp store clerk, she seemed rather well versed in mental health, almost on a par with Drakkon. But then he dismissed those considerations; there was no way Jane knew the truth about him…

She became a defacto mother figure to the motherless, psychically splintered man. Something about her comforted the part of his mind that might have been the Coinless Jason Scott.

So, when Jane held Jamie’s hand that evening before he departed for home, he’d looked at her with something like love in his eyes… her hand warm in his own as she squeezed it with genuine compassion.

[jennrypan]

Basically.

Scourge (Jason cuz human au ofc) has a daemon who's name is Sylla and she's very aggressive and vocal, constantly arguing with Jason and nipping at him but she's always the one who sticks by him the closest, she's basically his family despite their..strained relationship. She usually takes the form of a hyena, wolverine or a python (specifically a wolverine)

Sonic (Marcus) has a hare named Mickey who's just as energetic as he is but he's usually the voice of reason and constantly complains about it, he's constantly holding his daemon or putting him on his shoulder- they are very close and Marcus can't be more than 5 feet away from him as he's very bonded to his daemon.

Amy has a parrot named James who is very spoiled and opinionated and bossy, constantly questioning Amy and complaining about going along with her but would complain even more if she even joked about leaving him, he's dramatic and just wants the best for Amy and is terrified of being apart from her.

Manic has a weasel named Yanni, she's a thief just like him and she loves going on adventures, she's always the little devil on his shoulder and persuading him to do whatever might be the more fun option, she's cowardly and prefers for Manic to avoid physical conflicts and keeps trying to get him to run off or avoid problems (to no avail)

Shadow (Marcel) has a black widow spider named Leena, she doesn't talk a lot but when she does it's in whispers and Shadow is practically the only who she speaks to unless someone is close enough to hear her, her bite is venomous but not enough to be considered deadly but it's enough to paralyze though it only affects other daemons (which will in turn affect the daemons Person ofc) He always keeps her in his hair or his jacket pockets.

Thinking over the main conflict but idk yet, I know I'm including my oc RX(Raiden) and he's a big ceo who does shady shit and his daemon is a jaguar named Mera, she is strict and no nonsense much like him and constantly argues with him and calls him stupid, she constantly looks down on weaker or smaller daemons and always threatens to eat them, due to Raidens detached behavior towards his emotions she's allowed to travel long distances from him but he needs to disconnect from 'himself' a lot, making him seem as if he doesn't care about a lot of things.

..idk where I'm going with this but YEAHH..daemon au

[the-firebird69]

There's other things happening and we're going to report on them we have a couple pretty big announcements one of them is there are a lot of people here for a real big pain in the ass and we mean it they're jerks it's horrible so we are going after them the second thing is that this Trump group is the most annoying pile of s*** I've ever heard and seen they just don't have it and just insist they do and it's massive repetition of really ridiculous comments and horrendous stuff they do to people and they're ruining themselves and others and I don't want to see it anymore I don't want this guy in her son's path in any way I want him to removed

++-there are a few things happening today one of them is that these clones are trying to move in and they're more resistant to the radiation that they are those also overdoing it but they're handing out packets and they might be able to do it but not for 3 months and we anticipated to take that long even if they don't do a blow up top side which I think will try and stop it's way too much radiation and will control the underground ones you can't allow it and I looked at it and we are going in that direction but they are trying a lot of stuff to get in to get situated other groups are moving in and there's been a vacated about 1 million houses and people are moving in right now about 300,000 are occupied and they're different groups the maximum warlock and the pseudo empire are not moving back in so it's a day of freedom for the most part these people are mobile status assholes and it really nasty in their stuff is really stupid now it won't be long until they're out

--+will you have a couple more announcements there are about 50 people from the neighborhood that are constantly around him half of them have chronic cancer the other half have rampant cancer that will be chronic in a day or two. Both of them have systemic cancer plus one or two other types minimum and is going in and growing and today will grow fanatically.

--+and Hera says he's doing a good job and he knows he's working on it and shoulders getting bigger looks it it might be but it looks like the shirt. There's a few other things happening they're getting pretty huge yeah it stands people don't tolerate this very well even though there's sons and daughters of giants they are weaker than he is and they have a little bit higher mutant level if they don't take care of it at all.

---+very big in Charlotte county there are people leaving their posts and they're leaving Florida today and evacuating the evacuation last night was about 2% of Florida we said it would be more not much more but today we expect about 3 to 5% but they're leaving positions of power and Jason's people are leaving and abandoning him saying you're just asking for a fight because you're mentally ill and that's what it is. It does look like Garth is having a tough time but it's not him it's the trying to remillard guy and he is dying and he's skinny and sick and is throwing up and having diarrhea and he'll be out of the apartment and in the hospital.

---+another news we have about 300 people from the neighborhood who are sick and that's out of about 385 on the others are borderline cancer a lot of them have free cancer signs it's going on now

Thor Freya

Olympus

[gangrenados]

Vampire alphabet with Dick Grayson

This is mainly based on the "DC vs vampires" run, so that why this version of Dick might come off as evil or even yandere-ish in some parts.

A - Accident - would they turn someone to save their life?

Yes if that means they'll join the vampire clan and serve to it. If they say they won't, well, Dick'll either kill them or make someone else do it for him.

B - Bite - how do they bite? Sensually, aggressively? Do they make it hurt or try to be gentle?

It depends. If he's fighting and his prey is stubborn then Dick will sunk his fangs aggressively into their skins, wanting to put them in place and harm them for being an annoyance.

If it's his partner or someone he wants to seduce, then it'll be more sensual with light and intimate touches, as well as gracing his fangs over thir skin so that they can get them them riled up and give themselves to him.

C - Control - do they take advantage of their powers?

Yup, he's a menace.

D - Dangerous - how scary they can get? How bad things can they do? What’s their ethics?

At first sight Dick looks like the seductive vampire, the charming and mysterious type that will steal your breath and sneak it's way into your heart.

And well, he can play that part really well, but there's also the side of him that's playful (in sick way), intoxicating and manipulative. He let's that part get the best of him, making him act like a sociopath with a huge ego.

The bad things he has done?

-Killed and brainwashed a bunch of high ranked superheroes and villains (including the jl members)

-Killed a bunch of heroes who didn't wanted to join his side, including his own family.

-Murdered his entire family (yes again, he ripped Bruce's heart out from the back and broke Tim's skull by stepping on it, also made Jason commit suicide, hello??)

-Caused a mass genocide amd with it whipped out like 90% of the human race.

-Mass destruction of ecosystems.

E - Exchange - do they opt for blood bags or animal blood, if possible?

Dick would lean towards blood bags, although he prefers the "fresh" blood. But he's not opposed to drink from them if the situation makes him to.

F - First bite - on what occasion would they bite you for the first time?

I already made some headcanons about it!!

G - Growl - are they more on the ���civilized” side or do they enjoy hunting their prey down?

Dick loves the thrill of the chase, the adrenaline that it gives him and the satisfaction of seeing his prey laying death in front of him thanks to his own murder abilities.

Dick is subtle when he's chasing his pray, using the human facade to not draw much attention to him and wait for the best opportunity to attack.

Don't get me wrong, I do think he enjoys the most bolder and sadistic side of playing with your food and torturing it both mentally and physically during the haunting.

H - Hate - how do they feel about their kind? About themselves?

To Dick his kind is the most competent and worthy race out there, he wants to put the vampire race on top of everything else and make those other weaker races submit to them (even perish in the case they dare to refuse to follow him)

Dick doesn't feel remorse or even a pinch of guilt, he feels like a savior, the ultimate leader of a noble cause that only looks forward to better the lifestyle of the vampire race. He feels entitled, proud and hungry for more.

I - Intimacy - how fast would they let you close to them? Would they want to share with you what they are?

J - Joke - would they do pranks on other people with the use of their powers?

I can see the normal version of Dick pulling some dumb pranks on his family and friends, like sneaking up on them and scare them, appear out of nowhere. You know the silly stuff.

L - Life - do they wish they were human?

Are you kidding? Dick see humans as weak, stupid, unworthy. Their nothing but cattle and a source of food for his own kind, there's no way he wants to be like them.

You can say this is the "vampire disease" talking, since it seems like once you're turning all your emotions, thoughts and your whole personality in general is taken over and drastically changed to benefit and prosperity of the parasite.

And since Dick is on top of the chain, his brain is the most affected among all the other vampires. That's why his kind and sweet personality was overtaken by a ruthless and cruel one.

I do think that if the infection didn't had this kind of symptoms and Dick had the change to still be himself, he would miss certain aspects of being human, not all, but some like the fragility of mortality and how it made doing certain things a risky act.

K - Key - what’s the way of making them open up to you?

Probably submission, if let him have control then he'll believe you trust him enough and will be more nice to you than the others who defy him.

M - Murder - would they kill someone while feeding? Have they ever done so?

Usually Dick kills the person right before feeding off of them, it's easier and it makes drinking their blood feel like a reward.

However, I think might have killed a couple of people during sex since he gets carried away and sucks them dry.

N - Nature - do they justify their doings? Do they consider them natural?

In his mind eradicating the human race is normal, he's just getting ride of a inferior kind of life. It's like when you kill a fly, do you ever care about the life you just murdered? Not really.

O - Odd - do they have any specific hobbies or habits?

With this new ability of flying and transforming into a bat, I think Dick would find a way to integrate those into acrobatics and create new routines that challenge what he was able to do before when he was human.

P - Pain - are they sadistic? Do they enjoy what they do?

It brings him joy to see the despair and terror in the eye of his enemies, it's quite amusing.

If we're talking about sex, then it's pretty much the same. Vampire Dick might lean towards those kind of kinks that allows him to inflict some kind of pain and control over his partner:

-BDSM

-Blood kink

-CNC

-Knife kink (ig you can raplace with a knife)

-dacryphillia (aka you get horny when you see your partner cry)

-degradation

-dumbification

-Breeding kink (cuz all the Dick's have a breeding kink and you can fight me on that)

There, i have a fic about the last one:

R - Roles - do they enjoy pretending to be normal people? How do they feel about leaving their life behind to start a new one?

I think Dick might find it quite funny to pretend to be human, play the part. It's an act, he's an actor and the world is his stage!

Apparently transforming into vampire chsnges your whole personality, so the old Dick can't even have a words on the turns his life has taken. He's death, trapped inside his body.

S - Scars - do they leave marks or try to make the wounds small and invisible?

I don't think Dick pays much attention to this one, his main two goals are feed and turn as much people into vampires as possible so the clan will grow.

Feeding scars tend to be more big and bolder than the ones used to turn people. They go from open mouth bites to deep and large wounds.

T - Turned - how were they turned?

I think the only canon source we have at the moment of Dick being a vampire is in "DC vs Vampires", however, they don't show this part which leads me to think that Dick was turned by a higher being in the vampire clan, like the Queen or that vampire leader that appeared in one of the agent 37 runs.

So wrapping this up, Dick was turned in one of his many missions as a secret agent, I mean, it happened and here's proof lol

He was enjoying this, no one can convince me otherwise. The man is a freak

U - Universe - what’s their biggest wish that they can’t achieve as immortals?

Honestly I'm not sure. Dick has godlike powers, is the leader of a powerful clan that has some high ranking members in the whole universe. So he can do almost everything.

V - Vampire - would they turn you?

Yup, i think i've established this many, MANY times in this alphabet. Dick wants to have more recruits, even if they can't serve as soldiers for the vampire cause. The more the merrier.

W - War - would they engage in fighting their own kind for the humanity’s sake?

He doesn't give a single fuck about humanity, in fact Dick started a war to erase it.

Y - Yandere - would they become dangerous to you (their lover)?

Yes, he's more ruthless and cruel then his normal version and I think vampire!Dick might have a thing for torturing (psychologically or physically) his partner whenever they disappoint him.

He's also extremely possessive of you, treating you like his property. This Dick will lock you up, use you like a baby maker and completely destroy your mental stability.

Z - Zombie - are they on their way to losing sanity?

Dick is cold and calculating, he's aware of all the risk and what he has to do to minimize them. He's self aware, so perhaps it's not sanity what we're talking about, but humanity.

He has lost the sense of empathy and finds joy in making others suffer.

[thedreamingfish99]

Sweet Nightmare

Jason Kolchek x Female Reader

Summary

Jason realize you're having a nightmare, he wakes you up and takes care of you.

Warnings: None.

Words: 2K

Masterlist

A/N: Just a sweet moment between you and Jason to warm our hearts. Enjoy!

Tags: @sothatsme-alex @songs-of-a-sirenqueen

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Snoring...

All Jason could hear was Nick's loud snoring. He couldn't take it anymore.

Jason pick up his pillow from under his neck and swung his arm around the slap his friend on the bunk bed above him. The hit was strong and fast. He heard Nick wake up for barely a second, mumbling something that sounded like ''Fuck you'' before the man fell back asleep. His snoring was weaker than before, but Jason knew in an hour or so it would be back at full force.

He sighed, positioning the pillow under his head again.

For the past 3 days, Jason had barely slept four hours total. He was exhausted, but sleep still wouldn't come. He felt so bored at night. Being locked up in this small room serving as a dorm, he truly didn't have much to do except listen to Nick's snore. He wondered how his friend could sleep so well after all that happened. Plus, he seemed to be the only one truly upset to be locked up by those stupid scientists. No one looked happy about it, but you all seemed to understand the situation. Jason couldn't, maybe having to deal with Nicky's snoring didn't help.

Okay, it really didn't help.

Jason couldn't wait to get out of this hell hole.

The Lieutenant let out yet another sigh. He lied before, he did have something to do at night, something he would never admit to anyone.

He turned his body to lay on his side and looked at the bed a few feet away from him. Jason loved watching you sleep. You looked like an angel with your soft features and peaceful look on your face. Every night, he would end up admiring your sleeping frame. It calmed him, knowing you were close and safe. Usually, looking at you was the only way he would end up feeling relaxed enough to finally fall asleep.

But as his gaze fell on you, he knew tonight, he wouldn't sleep.

Jason's hurt sunk when he saw your face full of sweat. Your eyebrows were knit together, your lips shut tight while your eyes seemed to look everywhere under your eyelids. You were gripping onto your blanket with such force that your knuckles were white, and you were shaking.

When he realized you were probably having a nightmare, Jason's urge to protect you grew so strong inside of him that he couldn't help but get up.

He walked up to your bed and crouched in front of you. His hand slid on top of yours, still grabbing the blanket, while his other hand went to caress your hair.

''Y/N, hey... Wake up.'' He whispered with a softness he never knew he had.

You shot your eyes open, jerked your upper body upwards. You sat on your bed, breathing heavily. You were terrified.

Jason didn't wait for permission. He sat down right behind you and pulled you into a hug. You stiffened at the action, barely realizing the embrace he was giving you.

''It's okay Doll, it's okay.''

He tried to reassure you, his grip around you tight and comforting while he was caressing your hair.

After a while, he finally felt your body lose its tension. You melted into his arms, grabbing onto his shirt tightly and resting your head in his neck.

It took him a while to feel your tears that were wetting his shirt. His heart tightened.

''You're safe here.''

He tilted his head, pressing a kiss on your head as he continued to give you a reassuring caress.

After a long moment, you pulled back from his neck to face him, never letting go of your tight grip on his shirt, but he didn't care about that. No, all he cared about was your puffy eyes and your face full of tears.

Jason always thought he was a strong man, rarely giving in to sadness or fear. But right now, he felt on the verge to cry. He hated seeing you looking so sad and terrified. His hands went up to cup your face as he tried to softly dry your cheeks from the still falling tears.

He gave you a small smile, feeling your sobbing getting weaker and weaker. Some of your hair had fallen in front of your eyes, and Jason happily pushed the stray locks behind your ears. He had always wanted to do that for you.

"You're alright.''

You sniffed and slowly nodded. As you calmed down, you finally took in your position, half into Jason's lap, pressed against his chest while he laid against the wall at the back of your bed. You felt a blush blooming on your cheeks as you quickly straightened your bust, pulling away from him by doing so, you sat in front of him.

''I'm... I'm sorry to have woken you up.'' You quietly said, lifting your gaze to meet his reassuring one.

''Don't worry about it.'' He said, omitting to tell you he wasn't sleeping, to begin with.

''A-And thank you for... You know... Helping me.''

You observed has his soft smile dropped, he frowned, looking at you with a concerned look.

''You wanna talk about it?''

''I...'' It was a kind offer and you knew he really cared and wanted to help you, but your nightmare felt so intimate, so personal, and it included him.

''It's okay Doll.'' He smiled again, his hand sliding on the bed to hold yours. ''You don't have to do it.''

His southern accent thickened from the way he whispered, hearing it felt soothing to you. You wanted to hear more.

''I just... I can't get it out of my head.'' You let out. ''What happened down there, it's gonna haunt me forever.''

''It's gonna be hard, but you'll get through it. You're a strong woman Y/N, I know you can pull through.''

You smiled at his sweet encouragements and whispered a quiet thank you. He nodded.

For a while, the two of you stayed quiet in comfortable silence. Jason seemed to be in deep thoughts, looking at Nick sleeping. As he was looking away, you admired his features. You always thought Jason was a handsome man and couldn't help but be attracted to him. But with everything that happened down in the temple, you couldn't help but feel something more towards him. The whole time down there, Jason helped you, protecting you with all his might even when it put his life in danger. He cared for you and took care of you like nobody else. If it weren't for him, you'd probably be dead.

''I can hear you thinking.''

You jumped, snapping out of your thoughts. You never realized Jason had left his observation of Nick to turn and look at you again. Only then did you really see how tired he looked.

''Isn't it affecting you too?'' You asked.

He raised an eyebrow, silently asking you to go on.

''What happened I mean. Doesn't it haunt you as well?''

Jason let out a deep sigh, closing his eyes as he ran his hand through his hair and you contemplated as his soft brown locks slowly fell back onto his forehead.

''Honestly...'' He opened his eyes, and locked them with yours. ''I haven't slept since.''

You looked at him surprised.

''It keeps me away from the nightmares at least.''

A sad smile passed on his lips and you chuckled.

''Yea, I feel you. Thanks again for waking me up.''

''Anytime Doll. I'm here for you.''

Your heart bounced in your chest. Hearing those words from him felt so nice. Jason was a man of his words and you knew he truly meant them. He proved it enough times by saving your life many times just three days ago.

You looked up to Nick sleeping like a baby and let out a deep breath.

''I keep seeing you...'' You said in such a quiet voice that Jason had to lean closer to you to be sure to catch every word. '' I see you dying over and over trying to protect me. And every time I try again and again to help you. But all I can do is hold your corpse and cry, wishing it was me instead of you.''

A heavy silence fell between the both of you. You play with your hands nervously, avoiding his gaze at the same time. but you can't help but notice his shoulders dropping from the corner of your eyes. You feel guilt building in you, maybe you shouldn't have told him he was the main cause of your nightmares.

Your heart jumps as Jason suddenly grabs you and brings you into a tight embrace. He locks you into his arms, your whole body pressed against him and your head resting on his chest. You're too surprised to feel anything else than the warmth of his body enveloping yours. Jason's body starts softly shaking, your first thought is that the man is crying. But that quickly changes when the man shuffles your hair with his hand, making a mess on your head.

You quickly pulled your head away to face him and were shocked to see him laughing in silence.

''W-Why are you laughing?''

''You're adorable!''

The heat instantly rose on your face. You tried to reply to him, something, anything. But you just lost all your words.

Jason chuckled at your shocked expression. He couldn't stop smiling while looking at you, you truly were adorable. Having nightmares of him dying, he did feel a little guilty of being the source of your bad dreams, but he was also deeply touched by your worries for him.

Jason couldn't remember anything being so scared to lose him that they had nightmares about it. To be honest, except for Nick, he never really had anyone that cared for him. But you did, it surprised him every time but he saw every little thing you did for him.

You had been moved to his team only two months ago, you didn't know each other really well but the two of you easily fell into a nice friends-coworkers relationship. You worked really well together, Jason really loved having you around. Even though it wasn't your job, you always seemed so eager to help him with his extra duties as the Lieutenant. You seemed to always know when a bunch of paperwork fell onto his desk, and without him ever asking, you'd bring him a cup of coffee. You'd always greet him first in the morning, no matter the situation you'd always be smiling at him, always followed his orders without question and you'd always stay by his side.

Maybe it wasn't a lot to most people, but to Jason? It meant everything. You were the only person always being so good to him, caring about him and understanding him. It was inevitable, without even realizing it, Jason fell for you. And after your experience down in the temple, he truly realized just how much you meant to him.

When he was down there, all that mattered to him was keeping you safe and getting you to the surface. Having you by his side was the only thing that kept him sane. As soon as you were out of sight, Jason would start getting anxious and jittery, so much that it drove Nick insane.

He was so relieved when you made it out with him, and now you were safe, in his arms, worried for him.

Oh did he fall so hard for you.

"I think I love you.'' He said.

Just like that, he let it out.

You jerked up, staring at him with wide eyes.

Jason burst out laughing, quickly hiding his mouth with his hand, trying not to make too much noise. When he calmed down, he looked back at you.

You were staring at the bed, a strange look in your eyes and your mouth turned into a pout.

''You're kidding...''

You sounded... Disappointed? Jason smiled.

His heart was racing, blood rushing to his face. He felt anxious, stressed... He felt so happy.

You felt Jason's hand cup your chin as he pulled for you to face him. You lifted your gaze to meet his loving eyes.

''I'd never joke about that.'' He leaned in. ''I love you.''

Jason's lips softly brushed against your, like asking for permission. You felt your heart burst in your chest. You closed your eyes and closed in the distance between your lips.

The kiss was tender, loving. It was all you ever wanted, more even.

You pulled back a little, your nose still brushing against his, a sweet smile on your lips. Jason smirked.

''What?'' You asked, curious.

''Adorable.''

''Oh shut up!''

Jason burst out into another laughter as you hit his chest, feeling the heat rise on your cheeks.

''You guys are cute.''

You jerked your head towards Nick who was looking at the both of you from the top of the bunk bed.

You could hear Jason laugh even harder as shyness and anger exploded in you. You quickly grip your pillow from behind Jason's back, pulling it away from under him, making him hit the wall as you threw the soft cushion straight into Nick's face.

''I hate you both!''

- - - - -

A/N: Much love

[youryanderedaddy]

Love Fuel

Summary: You were Jason’s first love before you broke his heart and rejected him. It’s all your fault that he can’t move on.

Tw: female reader, obsessive behavior, incel behavior, nice guy behavior, self - hatred, threats of non-con, implied non - con, implied masturbation, bullying based on appearance (not reader), deregatory language, kidnapping, misogyny, generalizations, stalking

this is a hot mess but its 1 am and i am tired, ik that incels are bad irl (obviously), but this is fiction and I kinda wanted to explore the dynamic and shit. 

Everyone used to call him JJ or The-Big-Jay back in high school. Well, most of the time his classmates weren’t really calling out to him or even talking to him, the names were whispered behind his back, after he had just passed the hallway, or on bad days - right to his face. The jocks, these dumb motherfuckers, would beat him up, mock him for whatever stupid reasons they had chosen to use as an excuse to torment the smaller and weaker. The popular girls would giggle like brainless bimbos as Kyle or Brad or any other football player stole his glasses or continuously punched him in the guts until he threw up all over the floor. Even the nerds, the kids at the bottom of the school hierarchy, messed with Jason from time to time when they wanted to feel the oh - so desired rush of power they so rarely managed to experience. 

Looking back, Jason could see why his classmates hated him so much - he was everything that society deemed as wrong and unattractive. He was thin, pale, “scrawny” as the others called him, on the shorter side, and on top of that the teen was terribly shy and introverted, never having the guts to stand up to his bullies or even tell someone about the abuse. The male spent most of his free time at home, playing hours upon hours of video games, watching anime and reading books he was simply too young to understand or look critically at. As he grew older, the man began to view the world as it trully was - a dark, miserable place that ate up sore losers like him. Men were primitive and foolish, which somehow managed to soften their faults. Women, on the other hand, were  calculative and manipulative, greedy and sinful. His whole life they had done nothing but reject him when he needed love and support the most. Of course, there were many other reason why the brunette detested the weaker sex. In his eyes women were evil two - faced sluts, showing off their bodies yet acting innocent and hurt once someone finally decided to use them for the only thing they were actually good for.

But you Jason hated the most. You reminded him that no matter how much he hated the outside world, he would always hate himself the most. He had to admit you were pretty, painfully so, with a perfect little body to match your looks and a sweet sugary smile that almost deceived him years ago. As much as the man regretted his weakness, he had fallen right into your trap at the time.

You weren’t the most popular girl, but you had your fair share of friends, all nice and loyal like puppies. You weren’t the smartest either, but unlike the other stupid giggling sluts you always tried to do your best. You were beautiful just like them but you were actually kind to the pathetic bullied kid no one else bothered to acknowledge even existed outside of being a punching bag. You always asked him whether he was alright and often took him to the infirmary when he looked paler and sicker than usual. You talked to him as if he was a normal human being and despite the initial doubt, Jason appreciated it. 

It was the last day of your senior year when the teen finally gained the courage to confess. He was shaking the whole time and by the end of his little speech there were small tears in the corner of his eye. You were the first girl the male cared about, the first one to show him kindness, to offer him friendship without asking for something in return. You were the only one who could make him feel deserving of love, worthy of affection. And then you took it all away in a matter of seconds.

“I am sorry, bud.” You had said that day after giving him a  half - hearted hug and an apologetic smile, that started to seem more and more like a mocking grin the longer the teen started at you. “I already have a boyfriend, but I am really flattered. I am sure that you will find a lovely girl once you start college.” You had added quickly, cheerfully, rubbing the salt all over his wounds, honey dripping from your plump red lips. He had wanted to kiss them, bruise them, bite them until your stupid lying mouth was filled with blood. Obviously you didn’t have a boyfriend or he would have known by now, he stalked your social media religiously after all. Even if you had one, he probably treated you like shit. And how could you even suggest him finding another woman? As if he wanted any of the stupid money - grabbing sluts out there. As if some of them could replace you.

The boy was too furious to form a proper response besides “Fuck you, bitch”. His cheeks turned red and he didn’t realise that the bitter words had escaped his lips before he could stop them, then his legs took him far away from that shithole of a school. He didn’t manage to see your reaction before running away but it didn’t matter anymore. You were just like the others. 

***

That day Jason swore to show you just how small and insignificant you had made him feel. He wanted to see you crumble, cry and beg for forgiveness, desperate for his love but never good enough to get it. The man formed a plan to change himself and come back for you once he had erased each and every trace of his past. The brunette came to terms with his terrible social anxiety and decided that he needed to gain social abilities more than anything. That’s why, as much as he dreamt of working from home as a boring programmer with an even more boring, but flexible working schelude, the male chose to study something that involved a lot more human interactions. The next step was to hit the gym for the first time and get a monthly subscription. It wasn’t hard to see that females nowadays liked brain - dead athletes with defined jawline and cheekbones, toned chests and strong muscled bodies, so if he wanted to impress you, he had to look his best. It wasn’t easy at first - it felt like everyone in the fitness salon had their eyes on his weak frame, laughing and pointing their fingers at his imperfections, but things gradually got better as time went on. The trainings became easier to get through and from time to time they even helped the man forget about his loneliness and nihilism. 

Jason soon returned to his old habbit of spending hours looking through your accounts - Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, he knew all of your usernames, each post, every picture and text. He couldn’t believe how much of a desperate attention whore you had become over the years. The male remembered you in your long brown skirts, cozy sweatshirts and pure-white shirts, all the gray buttons closed to the very top, blushing, laughing, smiling like the adorable Goody-two-shoes you were. Now you were smirking seductively in every photo, overconfident and vibrant, flaunting your tits for every man to see and wearing tight little dresses that barelly covered your ass combined with heels so high and sharp they could be used as a weapon. You were such a stupid slut it was disgusting, and he couldn’t stop himself from jerking off every single time he saw your pretty little face on the screen. He wanted to cum down your throat so badly it was ridiculous, and even after knowing that you had probably already had hundreds of cocks shoved deep inside your pussy, the brunette still wished to see you split open on his, taking his lenght like a good little cocksleeve. 

***

The moment when he could see you again finally came. How many years had passed since graduation - five, ten, fifthteen? It hardly mattered. Jason was successful, at last. The male had his own business that was doing surprisingly well, there were some guys from the gym he could call friends and the best thing, he looked absolutely unrecognizable. There was nothing left of the tiny scrawny kid with quiet voice that everyone stepped over, he was now replaced by a strong capable man, determined to get what was rightfully his and his alone.

It wasn’t hard to find you since the brunette knew everything about you - where your job was, what time you finished, how long it took you to go home and what path you took. You lived alone and worked as a barista in a small local cafe even now that you had finished your studies in your dream faculty. Turns out the princess wasn’t so great and smart after all, having to resort to working a minimal - wage job day and night just to be able to pay her rent. Jason was absolutely delighted though, he loved your stupid dead - end job and your endless struggles to survive in the materialistic world honestly and fairly without selling yourself like a common whore. On one hand the male was happy that you had clung onto your last bit of innocence and on the other your pitiful lifestyle gave him the chance to snatch you away much easier. And that’s exactly what he did.

 ***

You woke up confused just like he had expected, bombarding him with questions, asking him who he was was, begging him to let you go, to at least explain what’s happening. You were so dumb, but God, you were still so pretty, if not prettier than before. You cried so beautifully when Jason told you you belonged to him now and you cried even more when he slammed his cold rough lips over yours in a deep wet kiss. You whimpered and whined while the male sucked on your lower lip and bit down, good, he wanted it to hurt. The stalker couldn’t wait to be inside you, he couldn’t hold back anymore. 

He climbed on top of you and pinned your wrists to the floor before tying them up with delicate red rope and tightening it. It wasn’t like the man was scared of you slipping away and hurting him, you were too weak and tiny to stand a chance against his years of power - lifting and muscle - training anyways, he just wanted you to be as uncomfortable and squirmish as possible. Your tormentor wished for you to be in worse pain than he had been during his youthful years, and he knew exactly what to do. Next thing you knew Jason had ripped your dress apart, leaving you vulnerable and exposed in just your plain old panties and bra. Cold shivers ran down your spine when the chilly air hit your naked flesh and you finally realized there wasn’t getting away from this. You had to stay there, limbs bound together, unable to move or fight back, the stranger’s hands caressing your neck before moving dangerously close to your clothed breasts. You felt so sick you were going to throw up for sure if your abductor didn’t step back so you decided to use your last resort.

“Jason, please stop!” You screamed out of the blue, forcing the brunette to freeze instantly at the use of his birth name. You had already called him a pervert and a psycho which didn’t seem to faze him, but the name clearly caught him off guard. This only seemed to prove your theory further - the man really was your former classmate, despite the only similarity between them being the dark distant look in his eyes. “I beg you, don’t hurt me!” You continued, hoping to at least buy yourself more time before the assault took place. 

He gulped loudly and stared at your quivering form. The impossible had happened, you had recognized him and now together with fear, there was also pity in your gaze, the one emotion your captor absolutely despised. You used to be the only one who pitied him, and even now that he was bigger, better and stronger than before, you still had the guts to pity him. It drove him insane but any attempt to hurt or touch you was fruitless now - your soft skin was suddenly burning his fingers like hellfire. 

“You must be thinking that I am a monster.” Jason started out dryly, chuckling bitterly, humorlessly even. He clenched his fists unconsciously and brought them to the floor in a fit of rage, missing your head by mere inches. Your heart was beating like crazy and you only hoped the mandman couldn’t hear it. “A freak.” The man spat out the word like it was a curse and for a split second his eyes softened before turning into two spinning torches. “Right?” You were sure that if looks could kill, his would have you dead by the end of the night so you quickly nodded your head no.

“You are lying to me again, pretty girl.” The brunette replied feisty, "pretty” rolling off his tongue like an insult. Then he broke into hoarse maniac laugher and lowered his head so his face leveled up with yours, so close you could feel his warm breath on your tear - stained cheek. “When I am done with you, you wouldn’t be so pretty anymore, darling.” Your captor growled and attacked your neck, sinking his teeth deep into the flesh. “You will see exaclty how ugly my love is.”

[hughiecampbelle]

Imagine being best friends with Gar:

Requested: @sheimagineddragons

"Hypothetically-"

"No." You stopped him right there. It was late, the two of you were hopped up on sugar and exhaustion. Whatever was about to come out of his mouth you knew would be insane. You'd known Gar enough that his wildest ideas came in a haze and more often than not, involved you getting into trouble. Sometimes you were up for it. Whether that meant teaching Krypto to bark swears or mixing everything in the fridge and daring one another to eat it. That was fun, mostly harmless, and left you laughing until you cried. Sometimes, though, it involved breaking the rules of the tower and getting lectured by both Dick and Kory. Those were not so fun and something, right now, you weren't willing to listen to.

"You don't even know what I was gonna say." He smiled and rolled his eyes. Where would he be without you? You and Gar had only been friends a few months, meeting when you joined the Titans, but it was like you'd known each other for years, like you were old friends reconnecting. You did everything together, basically inseparable. You watched movies together, and looked after Krypto, and could share a look that told a whole conversation. After Rachel and Jason left, your family was smaller, and lot weaker. You promised Gar, like he promised you, you weren't going anywhere. As long as you had each other, you'd be okay. That everything would be okay.

"I do and it's stupid. No."

[ill-heart]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37438636

Okay. I’ve just finished working on my first one-shot in english. 

It about something grave, animal’s death, so... I’m sorry because it won’t help you change your mind on this shitty period. 

I will get back to horny and cute stuff later. I’m always craving for Salim and Jason hugging and cuddling after all. 

**

Today was that kind of day no one wanted to live.

Jason wasn’t an exception. If he could be anywhere else, he would.

“Are you ready?” The softness of the vet’s voice made him shiver. At his side, Salim held a little furbag against his heart. This cat was an old and blind animal he brought here to… Jason’s hand tensed as he tried not to look at the little creature, cuddling into his lover’s arms.

He would be anywhere else if he could, but he couldn't abandon Salim right now. Because if he did, he would never be able to face him again.

The Iraqi needed him more than ever; more than he needed him under the Sumerian’s ruins. To be perfectly honest, Jason thought he was the one who needed Salim back there, even though the man told him otherwise on many occasions since they escaped this awful place.

“I’m…” Jason’s heart broke as he heard despair in his lover’s voice. Salim’s hands caressed the fur, his eyes never leaving the cat’s face. He watched her as long as he could, and the American didn’t miss the glimpse of tears in the corner of his eyes. He wanted to move closer and hug the Iraqi between his arms, but his legs were frozen; they refused to obey. Those shitty bastards.

Suddenly, Salim banished the doubt and found the strength of answering the vet’s question, “I’m ready.” Those words never sounded so sad until now. His lover took a step closer to the operating table and carefully drop off his cat on it. The little furbag noticed the difference, however she didn’t try to get away. She stayed on the blanket, put here by the vet minutes ago, as her tail waved into the air.

So obedient, even though Salim made the ultimate call about her. Jason looked at her, he wanted to say something, but nothing crossed his mind. Not a damn word. He stood there, in the corner of the consulting room, silently.

“You have to know that… With the anesthesia, you cat may vomit. It’s completely normal and you shouldn’t be afraid about that. Okay?” The vet was a sweet girl; not so old, but not so young either. Her eyes were full of compassion as she petted the cat’s fur. She knew her job and understood the pain his patient’s owner felt right now.

When they arrived, Salim and him, she greeted them with a reassuring smile and let them enough time to hold the little furbag. She was a decent woman, and Jason regretted that no one like her was there when his parent’s dog died.

When he and his sister were younger, much younger, they had a dog. A sweet animal they loved and with who they played after class. They named him Big Joe, in reference to one of those old cartoons they were fond of. He protected them and the house every day, slept in their bed when they were sick and was, indeed, the nicest dog they knew. But Big Joe caught a terrible sickness one day and got weaker and weaker as the hours passed.

First, his voice became lower.

Then, his legs started shaking.

And, one day, he couldn’t move anymore.

Jason remembered trying to put him on his feet with his sister, but the dog only fell back while whining miserably. He seemed blind, old, and fragile; definitely not the strong and running dog he used to be. He was dying, but Mels and him couldn’t accept it. They pulled his necklace closer, tried to encourage him with stupid speech just to receive those pitiful eyes and weak bark.

Big Joe was dying, and there was nothing they could do.

As he watched the vet injected her needle in the cat’s back, Jason felt his heart bleeding and suffocating. Salim put a soft hand on the fur, whispered some words the American couldn’t understand as he remained still.

That day, that cursed day when their father found out about Big Joe’s condition, he ordered them to stay in the house while he took the dog out. Both knew what that meant, both of them weren’t stupid enough to ignore the fatality. As their father held Big Joe in his arms, leading him to the wood cabin they owned, children felt uneasy.

Pops doesn’t have the money for…

“We can’t… We can’t just wait here.” He never quite understood the feeling that oppressed him when he heard his sister’s voice. It was something strange, something terrible that crushed every piece of him and made him sick. He wanted to scream but not a single sound came out of his mouth that day.

He barely felt Mels’s hand on his, taking him into the garden then to the wood cabin. Then, in the middle of grass and dirt, Jason stopped himself. His sister, much younger than him, glared at him with incomprehension, and was about to question him when he finally said: “Ya don’t have to go. I will, ya just find mom and stay with her.”

“Why? It’s my dog too! I’ve got the right to be…”

“Na, Mels. Really. Ya don’t want to be there. Trust me.” In her eyes, he saw disapproval and pain, but she didn’t complain. Her mouth opened however not a single word escaped from it, she stayed silent then turned back while her older brother watched her go.

When he was sure she wouldn’t follow him, he found the strength of moving again. Strength, huh? His bitter thoughts seemed to agree with his shaking legs as he reached the cabin. Finally. His eyes glanced at the window, and they saw shadow, body’s shapes wriggled inside the little room made of wood. His father had put Big Joe on a big and old blanket, the poor dog rested upon it, unable to ran away. Then, Jason saw it; his father holding a rifle. Their rifle.

No. No he won’t… He can’t... He barely swallowed his spit, feeling his knees and mind getting weaker. I don’t want to see it.

His father put the gun barrel in front of Big Joe’s face. Time slowed as the old dog turned his head and Jason swore, he looked at him, looked at his soul when the man pulled the trigger.

The teenager closed his eyes as tears ran on his cheeks.

He didn’t see the bullet, didn’t see Big Joe’s blood splashed the brown blanket. He didn’t see anything except those eyes gazing at him.

He didn’t feel anything, except Mels’s hand seized his when the detonation broke the silence of the forest.

“Go on sweetie, puke all you want.” The vet’s voice roughly hit him. He dared look at the cat shivered between her arms, as she was vomiting. Salim stayed close, keeping his hand on her head to help and calm her. Again, he whispered words Jason didn’t understand, words he didn’t want to understand.

It was happening again.

Another living creature was about to die in front of him, another sweet thing who didn’t deserved that shitty ending.

Big Joe didn’t deserve that bullet, nor this cat deserved those needles.

And Salim… Salim didn’t deserve this feeling of hopelessness. This man was too kind for that, but he stayed anyway. Despite the tears rolling on his face, despite his shaking voice and hands, he never left. He stayed and once again, Jason closed his eyes. Too weak to watch another one die in front of him.

 ۩๑ ๑۩

 “’M sorry.” Alongside him, Salim’s expression shifted to incomprehension. He didn’t understand however Jason thought he only tried to preserve him, just like he used to since they were together. Without taking his eyes of the road, the Iraqi interrogated him, softly; tears still wetting his cheeks, “For what, Jason?”

“Ya know what for.” Salim must have heard aggressivity in his voice because he gave him a bitter answer, while his fingers strengthened their grip on the wheel.

“No. Actually, I don’t.”

Silence fell on the car, crushing Jason under his weight as he groaned. He was mad. Mad at himself. Mad at Salim for not understanding and hating him. Mad at everything and everyone on this goddamn universe.

“You shouldn’t have stayed.” He abruptly said, avoiding eye contact with his lover.

“… Pardon me?”

“You shouldn’t have stayed and watched her die.” He added while he held back the feeling of sickness in his guts. He wanted to puke and didn’t knew why. Maybe ‘cause ya mad, stupid. “It’s painful as fuck and she… Well… It wouldn’t have changed anything for this damn cat.”

Salim didn’t answer, but Jason’s saw a spark of anger and sadness in his eyes. His lover didn’t agree, it was obvious. However, the younger one never excused himself, nor took his words back. He meant it, even if it was harsh.

The rest of the ride passed in an awkward silence, where neither of them tried to calm his nerves or their partner’s one. Both of them held their bitter feelings, until they were in the house. As soon as Salim closed the front door, Jason opened his mouth to talk, and the other man stopped him with only one look. “I could never let anyone I love die alone. Never.”

A sour laughter escaped Jason’s mouth. He was mad, so mad and he didn’t understand why. “Oh yeah? Weren’t you the one who abandoned his own Captain in the Sumerian temple?”

The hurt he saw in his lover eyes made him regret his words instantly. Ya fuckin’ piece of shit! How could you say that to Salim?!

“Salim… Listen… ‘M sorry… I didn’t mean to…”

The older man stayed still, tears running on his face as Jason swore against himself. Mad at his terrible temper. Mad at his feelings. Mad at… “If this is what you think of me, I think it’s best if you leave. Now.”

“No. No! Salim let me… Let me explain, I didn’t… I wasn’t… I’m just…”

Words were stuck in his throat. He tried to make amend, but everything stayed inside him, unsaid. And this time, the Iraqi didn’t come closer to hold and comfort him. He didn’t move.

“Salim… I’m…” Finally, he found his courage and grabbed his lover hand, pulled him closer and hugged him. He heard Salim sobbing against his body, the poor man was already going through so much, Jason couldn’t made him suffer more. “I’m sorry… It’s just… I’m mad at everything right now, even at me ‘cause I… I wasn’t able to comfort you when you needed me and… I’m… Fuck. I’m sorry for bein’ such a dick.”

“You were there, Jason. I didn’t ask for anything mo…”

“No. No, Salim, I wasn’t there. Maybe my body was, but when the vet… When your cat died, I haven’t thought about you or your pain, I was just… I was just prayin’ for this shit to end quickly so I could just go.”

Selfish, as always.

“Jason it’s not… Bad. It’s normal to think that.”

“No. It’s not. I was supposed to…” He broke their hug, only to take a better look at Salim’s face. Despite his coloring skin, he saw red on his cheeks and nose, felt the warm of his tears and how tired he seemed. “I was supposed to be your shield, hold your hand and don’t dodge my responsibilities but I ended up doing it. I closed my eyes, said horrible things just ‘cause I can’t control my fuckin’ temper and now, I’m hurting you. I’m a piece of shit and I’m sorry. For that, and for your loss.”

They stared at each other for a while; none of them said anything, maybe because they were both too exhausted to argue about something like that. Jason let out a sigh, before he scrubbed his hair vigorously. He didn’t know what he expected from his lover, hugs? Words? Anything else? Fuck.

“Jason…” A shiver ran against the Marine’s skin as Salim sweetly closed his fingers on his. Without a single word, he drew himself closer and rested his head against Jason’s shoulder. How could this man love him so much? He asked himself when the Iraqi laid a kiss on his lips. “Sometimes, you are stupid and make mistakes. You think and say horrible things but so do I… We are only humans, and so we are, indeed, full of flaws.”

Those words were so soft, just like Salim is with me. “I’m not asking you to act as I want you to, because I am a lot of things but not so selfish. I just want you to respect my decision and be there for me as much as you can. I would take whatever you accept to give me, even if it’s seeming like nothing. A single word, a simple gesture is enough for me.”

“I try, Salim, I really…” He rested his hands on the older man’s back. “When I was a kid, my sister and I had a dog. We liked him; actually, we were found of him but… Then… One day he… He became sick and well… We… My father didn’t own the money to take him on a clinic so… He took him on our old cabin wood, and… Then he… With his old rifle he…”

Suddenly, his eyes stung, and he realized, after a minute or two, it was his tear’s fault. He started crying without noticing, how weary am I to miss that? Too much, there were no other answer for his silent theory. The next thing he felt was Salim’s fingers on his cheeks, and his eyes full of compassion watching his moist skin. “You don’t have to say it if it’s too hard, Jason. I get it.”

“No. No, I want to… I don’t want to shut it for once. My father took him on our old cabin woods and killed him; one bullet was enough. I don’t… ‘Aint holding any grudge against him, not after all this time but, ya see… I was outside when it happened. And this dog… This dog looked at me, looked through my soul, through everything and he didn’t seem mad at him. I knew when my father… I knew he would kill him, and I didn’t do shit to save him. I was frozen but this damn dog didn’t hate him for that. At the end, he was just like he used to be; so sweet with me.”

Admitting it after so many years only made Jason’s heart weaker, as a flood fell on his face. “Why didn’t he do, Salim? Why does no one hate me at the end? I don’t get it.”

Neither Merwin nor Salim’s cat. Jason failed at everything he began, so what kind of God or mysterious forces were protecting him from the consequences of his own decisions and incapacity? Maybe, Salim was right all along; maybe there was a God out there, something, someone loving him? Bullshit. He didn’t believe in such thing however his heart craved for faith. The simple though of an invisible force forgave him seemed nice enough, almost reassuring.

“Deep down, you know the answer, Jason.” The Marine held a sad whine in his throat. Deep inside he knew Salim was right, and he was, like always, denied the truth because it would banish the pain away. Maybe I need this feeling as much as I hate it? Maybe ‘M just searching for a reason to suffer, ‘cause I think I deserve it.

“He loved me.” Finally, these words came out of his mouth. It won’t solve the heart of his masochist problem, but it was the first step.

And now, Salim needed a move from him. After all, he stayed the one who suffered the most today. Jason wiped the tears and put his hand on his lover’s cheeks. It wasn’t dry anymore, as he expected. “And I think… I know that cat loved you too… Salim. Ya bein’ there for her was the most courageous thing someone could ‘ve done.”

A frail “Thank you” escaped Salim’s lips before his head fell against Jason’s torso.

Moved on would be hard, for both of them, however if they sticked together just like they did on the Sumerian’s temple, maybe… Yeah, maybe it’s gonna be okay for us.

Maybe they could survive another day.

Maybe they could save someone else.

Maybe they wouldn’t have to watch another creature died before them, helplessly.

[winterwolf0916]

Batboys reaction to guys hitting on you PT. 2

Note: this is in their POV and Damian is aged up here. Also this post format is inspired by @kindaangelic. *Sniffle*(wipes tears) What a QUEEN!!! Her posts never fail to get a laugh out of someone. So classy too~ Warning: Cursing & Slight mentions of NSFW

Dick:

We got a new teammate?

Yay

New friend!

Ooooh

He’s a ladies man too?

Well Damn! Everyone’s falling for him 

XD 

Nice work

Wait...

Why are his cheeks going red at the sight of Y/N?

Eh? Why bother I should probably get back to wor-HOLD up.

Did he just...

Enchanté Y/n and gave her the kiss on hand and wink???

AND have the AUDACITY To pick her up in his arms because of a spider crawling around??!!!

WE’RE AT A HERO FACILITY FILLED WITH BADASSES

Hohoho

Is that a challenge I smell?

This man getting closer to crossing the line isn’t he?

Why the hell would you ask Y/n to accompany you at the gym!!!???

Let me at him!

Wally! Let go of my arm!

Fine Fine

I’ll deal with this in the most mature adult way as possible...

“Heeyyy Babe”

Yes I said babe

SIR

I am not faking it! 

WE’RE ACTUALLY A COUPLE HERE

Jason:

Hehe 

Who is he?

And why is y/n squealing and hugging him?

Eh must be a friend.

And-oh, he’s giving a gift to Y/n?

I should buy one after patrol tonight

Why...

Why is he hugging Y/N again and longer?

he’s ...giving me a smirk...

hehe

the fuck?

THE FUCK?

...

My patience levels are dropping now

Imma just pull Y/n away now

Yeah go ahead and glare at me again 

I fucking dare you

That’s right...Cower away you coward 

Why are you still trying to talk to her?

You...want to hang out with Y/n someday?

Ok that does it

“Hey doll, do you want to go home now?”

“Huh? Why?”

“To y’know,” I’m going to whisper in your ear but he’s going to hear it loud and clear, “get all nasty on each other?”

Ah, Y/n’s getting flustered now

Heh, that the best reaction I’ve seen from that bastard

“J...Jas-”

“Or we can do it here, I’m sure your friend wouldn’t mind. Besides, your panties are in my favorite color today-”

Why did you cover my mouth Y/n? 

I was about to get into the best parts

No no don’t apologize to him, there’s no need

That’s right, leave you bastard

Heh

Wait no not you Y/n 

Come back

I wouldn’t call it an embarrassment more as protecting territory

Ow

Tim: 

Can he please stop talking

like please

She said he’s a smart guy huh?

Pfft as if

Did he just...Correct my mistake on this software...

AND advise me to switch the wires????

Like It’ll work...

It works...

Talking to Y/n not a problem.

Placing a hand on her shoulder as you both laugh...

Suspicious

But I’ll just keep typing.

Cuz I ain’t jealous...

I'm soooo not eavesdropping dropping you guys

Did he just say, “So I heard you’re flexible.”

Now that’s my cue to close my laptop

Lets see who’s smarter here...

...

Ok not bad

Did he just roast me about my dark eyes?

Excuse me-Shut up Damian! No one likes to hear you laugh!

Now let’s continue our battle

PFFT

You’re getting weaker bro

I’ve heard better insults by a 10 yr old

Wait wait

Let me drop a little salt right here before I burn your ass

“You know Y/n is pretty hot right? But do you know what makes her even sexier? Being able to see her without the suit.”

“Tim!”

Damian:

Give me a hell of a good reason of why I shouldn’t stab the delinquent.

I’m not angry he complimented y/n’s eyes

I’m angry because he complimented of how “Sexy” she looked in it

Oh and Y/n’s having fun? 

And he asked her to fucking dance?

Twitch...

Me?

Jealous????

Never!

Am I sure?

Oh please y/n don’t ask stupid questions

Of course not

Of course not...

....Of course not...

Why is his hand going lower on her back???

Did he just LOOK DOWN at her butt when he spun her around?

AJDIDLHDSJ 

AND DID A DIP!!!!

That’s my woman you’re messing with

No Duke

I will not count to ten...

1...2...5...

He pulled her to HIS chest! 

AND HE’S LEANING IN????????????

There is no reason to continue counting to 10 when I’m already to 200.

“Excuse me. MAY I CUT IN.”

No? 

nO?

NO

Is this peasant here questioning me???

Thank you Y/n! I would love to be your new dance partner

*cue batglare towards the bastard when Y/n isn’t looking*

[icerosecrystal]

Daminette - The Goddess of Deception vs the Goddess of Creation Pt. 2

Previous

Recap

They held the wedding the next day. It was a beautiful ceremony, but none of Damian’s family could believe it. Who would have thought that the goddess that he met in an alleyway in Los Angeles would be with him forever? None of them expected it. By the end, both Marinette and Damian were happy that they were together. But, they still had one more obstacle to face, the wedding of the goddess of creation and the god of the sun.

To be continued…

(Marinette’s POV)

It had been about a month since the wedding Marinette the real goddess of creation, and Damian, the god of the Underworld. And they were happy together. Marinette had still not eaten the pomegranate seeds, much to the relief of Damian, but Marinette felt like she was betraying their marriage by not doing so. That’s a problem for another time, Marinette thought to herself. She felt a pair of arms wrap around her. She turned around and kissed Damian, she pulled away and smiled softly, “Hey.”

“Hey,” he said, nuzzling his face into her shoulder. “So, are you ready to crash a wedding and take back what’s yours?”

Marinette hummed softly and then sighed deeply, “Honestly, I’m terrified. What if they don’t believe me? Like my friends didn’t believe me, even when they have all the facts right in front of their faces? What if they separate us and make me marry Adrien? Who knows what Lila told the gods and goddesses of Olympus for them so that they aren’t troubled by how the moral realm is dying! There are so many unknown factors in our plan. Oh my Olympus, what if they don’t even get mad with me, but rather with you? What if they think you’re controlling me? Oh my Olympus, what if you get in trouble because of me? You’re only doing this because of me. What if I hurt you in some way?” She continued rambling and hyperventilating about all the outcomes that could happen from exposing Lila.

Damian, who had gotten lost in her rambling at this point, just pulled her closer. He held her tighter, shushing her quietly and whispering reassurances in her ear. His smooth, deep voice sent chills down Marinette’s spine. “Hey, little goddess, look at me,” he lifted her chin gently. She looked up at him and saw him earnestly watching her. “I chose to help you, and I will deal with all the consequences, all you have to do is relax, okay?” She continued searching his face for any doubt of his words when she found none, Marinette nodded slowly. He kissed her forehead gently and looked deep within her pretty bluebell eyes, “Good.”

He gave her one more kiss to the head, before leaving, leaving Marinette to her racing thoughts. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, one day at a time, she thought, we will get through this together, I will manage to reveal my true identity.  

(Damian’s POV)

Damian was worried about his wife. Marinette was concerned about the consequences of ruining Lila. But, Marinette deserved this and more. She was deserving of the whole world, along with Olympus. She didn’t deserve the broken god that he was. He still couldn’t believe that he had managed to marry her. Who would have thought a day where he was checking in on the entranceway to the Underworld would end up resulting in his whole life-changing? Did it result in the better for him? It did. For Marinette, she was trying to convince him that she was happy, but he worried, was Marinette happy? Or was she pretending to be because she felt obligated to do so as his wife? He shook his head to clear his thoughts. No, he couldn’t go through that train of thought. If she didn’t want to stay with him, she would tell him. Damian sighed deeply, looking at the whole Underworld, she will manage to reveal herself, and then she can be herself, without me being there to ruin her life.

(Lila’s POV)

Lila had done it. She had managed to drive away that pesky goddess and claim her title. Who would have thought that it would be so easy? They had no faith in her. She honestly couldn’t believe that they used to call themselves “Marinette’s friend.” She was a liar and manipulator, but she still knew that what they were not her friends. She scoffed to herself. Oh well, it made it easier for her. The best part was that the Kings and Queens of Olympus didn’t question her. Even after the Earth started dying, Lila sneered to herself. You would think that the most powerful gods on Olympus, after the goddess of creation and the god of the Underworld, would be a bit smarter. What a joke. She looked at herself in the mirror. Only a month until the marriage between her and Adrien, and no one would ever be able to take him away from her. Besides, he already kissed her, destroying the bond between him and Marinette. It was only for one month. She was able to keep them in her clutches for nearly six years a month is nothing. One month, she thought smirking evilly, one month, and I’ll have everything that the pesky goddess ever wanted, while she will still be a nobody.

(Adrien’s POV)

Adrien was pacing around his room. He blamed all of this on Marinette. If she hadn’t gone along with what Lila was saying, then maybe the Earth wouldn’t be dying. More importantly, he wouldn’t have kissed Lila. Adrien had kissed Lila because Adrien didn’t like how stubborn Marinette was being. So as a way to get back at her, Adrien kissed Lila. He didn’t mean too. Adrien loved Marinette, but she been so stubborn. But Adrien no longer had a bond with her. He banged his head against a wall, head chanting the word stupid over and over again. Marinette always overreacts. She’s so selfish. If she hadn’t run away to Olympus knows where, he would be marrying her in a month, not Lila. Earth wouldn’t be dying if she hadn’t been so stubborn. But it confused him. If Marinette was the goddess of creation, and she wasn’t on Olympus, then the Earth would still be healthy. That means that what Lila was saying must be true. And he was being played by Marinette. Olympus help him. He was stupid for believing Marinette, that liar. Marinette must be the one who was stealing Lila’s powers. (Oh my god, he’s so stupid, why’s he that stupid. Wait, that’s my fault) He huffed and thought to himself. I have a month until my wedding. I am going to find a way to expose Marinette as the fake that she is.

(Marinette’s POV and Time Skip to Wedding Day)

It was the day of Adrien’s and Lila’s Wedding. Marinette was still frightened about what would happen over the ordeal but took a second to calm down. She wore a beautiful pink gown, that had white lace flowers on it. She wore beautiful flower-shaped diamond earrings and white shoes with a pink hint and diamonds on it. She left her hair down in beach waves and wore a pink and diamond clip. Damian decided to wear an emerald green suit with a matching bow tie.

Once Damian caught sight of Marinette, it looked like he was drooling. Marinette asked him with amusement in her voice, “Are you okay, Damian?” He just nodded dumbly, not taking his eyes off of her. His brothers, along with Jon, were snickering behind him at the situation. His Father and Alfred were smirking, obviously entertained with how much control this goddess had on him.

Damian finally managed to take his eyes off of her and quickly glared at his family. Jason, obviously not afraid of being maimed, said, “ You done catching flies there, Demon Spawn?” Damian, not having any response, glared harder. They continued snickering, which annoyed the hell out of Damian. Then Dick started cooing at how cute they look, and Damian realized that he would take the snickering over the cooing any day.

Marinette seeing the way Damian was looking at his brothers, quickly called the attention to herself, “Okay, now that everyone is ready, we should leave for the wedding.” Everyone agreed, going to the entranceway that leads to Olympus. They went through, and the ceremony on the other side was a sight to behold. Everyone was there, gods, goddesses, the kings and queens of Olympus, even some nymphs were at the wedding. Marinette quickly changed her appearance so that no one would recognize her.  

The ceremony started, and everyone watched Lila walk down the aisle. She, for once, looked pretty. Her hair for once was out of her sausage hairstyle, and she was wearing a beautiful wedding dress that wasn’t in the color of the ugly orange color that she always wears. By the end of the wedding, after they had said there vows, Queen Tikki pronounced them husband and wife. Everyone was waiting for the flurry of power that would radiate off the two. After a god or goddess got married, there would be radiation that appeared, and it would represent the god or goddess for everyone to see. It did for Adrien, the moment Queen Tikki finished speaking, a ray of sun shined over him, blinding everyone at the wedding. As for Lila, nothing happened. Tikki gave her a confused look, and she said in a shrill voice, “Well, you know how someone has been stealing my powers, well I obviously can’t show my powers if they’re getting stolen!” That was Marinette’s cue to stand up and question her.

“But Lila, even if your powers are getting stolen, there would still be radiation. However, it would be weaker than normal!” Lila’s posse, a.k.a her old friends, started screaming at her, claiming that Lila was innocent and feeling weaker. Others were doubting Lila at this point.

Lila, seeing that people were starting to believe this mysterious goddess, exclaimed, “Who are you to make assumptions. Who even are you?!”

Adrien then stepped forward and said, “It doesn’t matter what you think! I know for a fact that someone is stealing Lila’s power, her name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng!” Everyone, shocked by the revelation, started muttering to the god or goddess next to them.

Marinette scowled, “And what proof do you have?!,” she asked incredulously. Adrien then went to tell her that the earth started dying right when she left Olympus. And if she went to the mortal realm, then the earth still should have been alive. But since it was dying it means that Marinette wasn’t the goddess of creation and Lila was.

Marinette facepalmed by the end, “If she went in the Underworld, the earth would still be dying. And unless you’ve been stalking her, you don’t know where she’s been!” Adrien looked at her like a gaping fish, not able to think of a retort because he knew she was right.

That’s when Tikki cut in, “So, what you are claiming, is that you think Lila Rossi is a fraud and the real goddess of creation is Marinette Dupain-Cheng?!”

Marinette nodded, “Exactly, and unlike everyone else here, I have proof.” She then dropped her glamour, and everyone saw Marinette Dupain-Cheng standing in the place of the original goddess. All of her old friends started shouting, “Of course you think Lila is a fraud. What proof do you have? You are the goddess of deception, why, should anyone believe you?”

Tikki held up her hand, silencing everyone. She looked at Marinette and asked, “Can you give me any proof that you are the goddess of creation? And that you did not steal Lila’s powers. If you can give me this proof, I want you to tell me why the Earth has been dying.”

Marinette nodded in approval and closed her eyes, letting herself release her aura for everyone to feel and her radiation for everyone to see. Once she opened her eyes, she saw the remnants of her radiation, wisps of pink flowers, and butterflies showering everyone. She then said, “If you think that I may have stolen Lila’s powers, you may have forgotten that other gods and goddesses cannot possess the amount of power the true god or goddess of that power can. So, the fact that I possessed that much power automatically proves that I am the true goddess of creation. As for why the earth is dying for the past year, I was in Underworld staying with Damian, the god of the Underworld, and his family.” She then stopped talking, letting is sink into everyone that they had bonded the wrong goddess with the god of the sun for the rest of eternity.

The queens and kings of Olympus turned to a pale Lila, “You were lying to us,” Plagg said, voice dangerously low. Lila seeing that she wasn’t going to get out of this, smirked, and nodded.

“Yeah,” she sneered, “I was lying. But you can’t blame me. I am the goddess of deception. Besides, all of you had zero faith in Marinette.” She turned to her, posse, “You guys were supposed to be her friend, yet you didn’t even doubt me once when I told you that she was the goddess of deception.” She turned back to the kings and queens of Olympus “, And you guys didn’t think once that I was lying. You are supposed to be the most powerful beings in Olympus, yet you believed me. I don’t see how we are in this dilemma for any reason other than your guy’s incompetence.” Once she finished, everyone looked like they were about to blow a fuse. But they didn’t argue because for once, Lila was telling the truth.

“Guards take her away! We’ll deal with her later! "Wayzz ordered. The kings and queens of Olympus turned to Marinette. "We are so sorry for all of the trouble that you experienced. We are aware that you and Adrien no longer possess a bond, but could you still take a chance and marry each other.”

Marinette was afraid of this part of the plan, “Well, you see,” she said timidly, “I’m already married.” Chaos broke loose once more at her announcement.

“To who?” Plagg demanded.

“To Damian, the god of the Underworld. And he didn’t force me or anything. I genuinely love him. He believed me when no one else did and was always there for me.” Damian then stood up, everyone staring at him. He walked up to Marinette and wrapped an arm around her waist.

The kings and queens looked mad, “While we are happy for you, you have to divorce.”

“What?!” Marinette shrieked.

“Yes, you have to divorce him. You need to marry Adrien, the god of the sun.”

Marinette was not having this. Why should they tell her who she should marry? She screamed no and took something out of her pocket. It was the pomegranate seeds from the Underworld. Before she could put it in her mouth Damian stopped her, “Marinette, don’t eat them. You can’t possibly ruin your life to stay with me! You deserve better. Please don’t do this for me, go live your life.”

Marinette looked at him in the eye, “But I want to.” She then put the cursed pomegranates in her mouth and ate them. Everyone screamed, but it was too late. Marinette was an official part of the Underworld. She was now tied with Damian for eternity. An irreversible marriage.

While everyone was having a mental breakdown, the kings and queens mad, but happy for the couple, and Adrien being a jealous loser. Marinette grabbed Damian’s face and kissed him with enthusiasm and passion. They stayed like that for a little bit before pulling back. Marinette’s hands were now on Damian’s chest. Damian’s hands were now around her waist, keeping her close to him. They looked at the kings and queens.

Tikki sighed deeply before saying, “While this is great and all, how are you going to prevent the Earth from dying while you are in the Underworld.”

Marinette thought about it before coming up with the perfect solution. “I got it. For six months during spring and summer, I will stay on Olympus or in the mortal realm so the earth can bloom. But during the other six months, I will stay with Damian in the Underworld.”

Everyone thought about this before promptly agreeing. Marinette was ecstatic. She had gotten rid of Lila, everyone knew her real identity, and she was married to Damian. She smiled up at Damian happily. They were going to be okay. They would deal with the aftermath of this together.

(The Aftermath of the Reveal)

The aftermath of the reveal was hard for Marinette. All of her old friends visited her in the Underworld, begging her for forgiveness. They claimed that they were stupid and didn’t realize and that it was all Lila’s fault. But, no matter how much she wanted to forgive them, she knew what Lila said was right. They didn’t even spare her a glance after Lila came. They believed a stranger over their friend. And it wasn’t anyone’s fault but their own. She sighed, tiredly rubbing her head to ease the headache. She felt a presence behind her and turned around. Seeing it was Damian, she jumped on him, hugging him like a lifeline.

He hugged her back and then gave her a peck on the lips, “Rough day?”

“You have no idea,” Marinette muttered. “I spent the whole day trying to ward off my old friends who were trying to seek forgiveness again. It’s getting annoying. It’s simple, they didn’t believe me when I needed them to, so they don’t deserve to be my friends anymore.”

He looked at her in concern, “I can stop anyone from entering the Underworld if that’s what you want?”

She shook her head, “It’s fine.”

He looked at her once more, this time with adoration, “Well, no matter what you have me.” He then kissed her deeply, and as Marinette kissed him back, she knew he was right. Marinette had a loving husband, and they would get through their problems together. They had each other’s back. Together, for the rest of eternity.

[the-firebird69]

We have seen some things recently that are disturbing and it is about bugs infesting people and Mac proper no trumps are drowning people and abandoning people and abusing them and they do check who they are and Jason wants revenge and wants to take this area and he wants to stop the clones it's becoming big deal for them every time they turn around they're being messed with by these idiot clowns and it's these Trump jackasses or all over our son all day long and what he says is you're going to get the hell out of here and they really suck I mean screwing up pretty bad and everybody hates them they're going to send in units to remove them and it is a joint effort and from all over the world now they're going to send people into stop the clones and the trumps and they're fighting them and they're using weaponry and they don't like them it is now going into overtime with this moron in his jackasses and they don't want him here or anywhere near our son it said it too you said it's time to make as many comments as possible and we don't want him here making comments he's an ass and is misrepresenting us all and they are moving to remove him at this moment he is going to be declared an outlaw before the sheriff's office and this puts has been threatening our son for many many years and he just sits back and thinks that's where stuff is coming from and he is getting beat up pretty badly right now his Force here in Florida a portion of it has evacuated as of today and I guess worse in Florida will be cut about 35% out of it not accounting for what happens with the storm and other such things which are coming up he's not a person who people want to be here he is an evil man and they do say it all day long it's been asked to leave by many people and pretty soon he's going to be told to leave there's a large group of concerned citizens who are forming at the border of Florida Alabama and Georgia to keep him Trump out and it is a growing effort there's a lot of people who don't like him there's a lot of people who can't stand him who are enduring it and they're getting together now and we can see it regarding Tommy f and they do not want Tommy F here and they noticed that the attitude is very lame by the trumps if anything didn't want to do any work to repel him or just wait him or anything like that and they were found encouraging him and he's trying to figure out what it means if anything and that's Tommy and he is actually looking at what Trump has been doing because he's influenced him to do some pretty evil things. We are on the watch right now on the storm and on Tommy F and his actions we are going to intervene if we can we are getting a lot of people who are helping we are going to try and stop these clones and Trump's and we will assist mostly in the south and we do not anticipate too much resistance from them because they are getting weaker here and weaker as the days go by but people are yes very tired of seeing this asinine show you're not supposed to put real murders on TV and you're not supposed to put real investigations on TV it is much more illegal than anything you see us on posting because he's posting to what looks like nobody now you can say all you want but you go on TV and you're saying and doing things that are extremely illegal and you look very stupid for not knowing it and people are going to take you down using it very soon what happens is you go to a prison and you get sick and you get burned and it's idiocy we are watching as all of you start crumbling and coming apart at the seams and we do not want you dragging or sun into it and you've been threatening him his whole life it is going to happen soon there is news we're going to publish

Thor Freya

Olympus