#learn to use a signal or I'll kill you

[nightingale-prompts]

Danny lives in a horror movie-DC x DP prompt

Based on my favorite book series "tales from the gas station"

It's not every day that a mission requires the league to travel to middle America in a bid to obtain a highly cursed artifact but it certainly is today.

Locating the Seal of Silent Ashes was a task usually given to Justice League Dark but Constantine was currently busy. So that meant it was left to the poster boys to get this done. They dressed in civilian attire to investigate the last location of the seal starting with the first building on the edge of town. A small dusty gas station near the woods.

The inside had an awful smell, like death and cleaning fluid. The lights gave off a greenish-blue tint. Rats could be seen out of the corner of your eyes. Most of the chips were offbrand and crappy.

Behind the counter was the teenage boy chewing gum. He looked up at the group before going back to reading his book. He had clearly seen better days but didn't show signs of caring about the state of his hair or bags under his eyes. He drank his coffee.

The air felt off.

"Hey kiddo, do you mind giving us directions?" Clark started.

The kid narrowed his eyes as he popped his gum.

"You're not from here. That or you're from that cult in the woods. Listen I'm not joining. Seriously, cosmic nihilism and fatalism sounds doomed. Hey wait-" the teen checked his notes " No, the cult killed themselves in that mass suicide 2 weeks ago. I forgot, sorry."

The teen didn't say anything else as he went back to his book.

The horrified look of the adults shared was almost hilarious. At least to the teen if he looked up.

"Oh, and stay out of the woods. I don't want the police to come back and ask about who saw you last. Seriously if whatever is in there tears you apart I won't feel bad. I put those signs out forever ago and if I get one more girl covered in blood running in here screaming about her dead friends I'll get a headache." The teen shrugged turning the page.

"What do you mean?! Why would-?! Who's killing people?!" Barry asked frantically as Bruce serched for more reports of missing people in the area.

"I don't know. Why would I know? If you want to go in the cursed forest go ahead. I mean that's how they all die. It isn't my job to stop you. My job is to sit here and watch this store." The teen huffed in annoyance.

Before anymore questions were asked the signal of the radio was disrupted and a demonic howl screeched through the radio.

"God damnit. That cunt is back. Stay here." The teen growled as he grabbed his bat from under the counter and walked out the back door. "String bean! Get off the fucking roof you bastard! You know that radio is all I have here!"

A chattering laugh like a death rattle was heard and the sound of 2 sets of feet was heard on the roof then they lept down.

"Come here so I can beat you to death!" The teen ran around the building towards the front of the gas station chasing-what the fuck is that!

It was like a human that was twisted to crabwalk on all fours backwards. Its face was contorted into a black stretched-out smile with no teeth. It had no eyes just black sockets. All its limbs were stretched out to an extra meter in length. It was a skinwalker of some kind with chalk-white skin. It was skittering away from the teen who was swinging his bat at its head.

"Stop running! I told you before what would happen if I found you fucking with me again!" The boy meant it as he finally landed a hit and began wacking it over and over it.

The skin walker screeched and tried to run for its life but couldn't.

After reducing the monster into a black puddle the black-stained teen came back inside to sit back down not paying anymore to the monster blood he was covered in.

"Sorry about that. Most of the freaks around here have learned to stay away from this place. That one is new and he doesn't listen. You'd think they'd learn but Sting Bean thinks he can torment me. Petty bastard." The teen sighed "anyways are going to buy anything or are you going to waste what oxygen we get in here with this shitty ventilation.

Diana couldn't help but admire the boldness of the boy. He had no hesitation or fear against the beasts of this area even if was crude.

"Does Constantine have a cousin or something? Just a more angry one" Barry whispered to Hal.

[artemismoorea03]

DPxDC Prompt: Damian's Friend

I feel like this has been done before so if it has please let me know!

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Damian is still learning to make friends. Sure, he has Superboy but according to his brothers and teachers he needed more friends. But why should he bother with new friends when one was already such a pain to keep up with? Social cues were hard to understand, jokes didn't make sense, and most civilians were far too squishy. He could end up hurting them accidentally and that would endanger his secret identity.

Though he quickly learned that meeting people as Robin made it considerably easier. That's how he ended up meeting Phantom, a 15-Year-Old boy who seemed rather lost. His only explanation for why he was in Gotham had been, "Listen, my mentor told me to come here and to stick with the birds and the bats. I don't know what that is or why I'm here but considering I don't seem to be able to go home yet I can only assume that I haven't found what I was looking for yet."

Phantom was strange, even for a meta. He didn't know what Gotham was, who Superman or Batman were, he had never heard of the Justice League, or even heard of 'metas' until Robin explained it to him. The kid seemed honest and he was staying out of the way of patrols and stuff which was more than most meta's did.

The only time he interfered with any fight was when Robin was cornered in a fight. In theory Robin would have been able to handle it but in the moment he had - admittedly - been a little in over his head. Phantom showed up and not only got Robin to safety but had managed to take down all of the enemies without killing anybody.

From that moment on Robin considered Phantom a friend and had given Phantom the number to one of the burner phones he kept on him during patrols. Phantom never called but would answer any time Robin checked in.

Which came in handy one day when the entirety of the team got trapped when a building came down, including one very frightened Superboy. The team was arguing loudly among themselves as they tried to figure out how to get out while Batman sat to one side with a headwound.

None of them were in good shape.

They were running out of air.

And the team were fighting and wasting even more air.

"We need more help." Nightwing said, "But I don't think Superman could hear us from here and nobody else in the city will be able to reach us before we run out of air."

"I could call my friend." Robin suggested, leaning against the wall.

"Uh..." Everybody looked at Superboy then each other.

"Your what?" Red Hood questioned.

"Is he saying friends?" Whispered Signal.

"Did you hit your head?" Spoiler asked, walking over as Robin stepped away from her.

"No, this is delirium. The air is too thin in here for him." Red Robin said.

"Robin, all your friends are right here." Superboy said.

Robin scoffed. "I have other friends. You guys told me I needed more friends, so I made friends. It was a task which I completed." He said, pulling out his phone as he silently muttered a 'please work' under his breath.

"Aw! I'm so proud of you!" Nightwing doted as Robin rolled his eyes and hit the call button.

"Yo, Robin, you see the collapse?" Phantom's voice said, sounding weirdly echoed on the line, not that it was unusual for Phantom's voice to do such a thing on calls.

"Bigger problems. I was inside the building during the collapse. Batman is down. Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin, Orphan, Signal, Spoiler, and Superboy are all in here with me. We need exfil."

"Oh shit, on my way. I can get all of you out at once but you guys will have to forget what personal space is for a minute." Phantom said as Robin ignored the looks from the others.

"Whatever it takes, but hurry we're running out of air."

"What floor are you on?"

"Basement."

"Got it, I'll be there in just a second." The call turned to static for a moment before Phantom phased through the ceiling and looked at them. "Wow, a party." Phantom said, ending the call and slipping the phone into a bag on his back.

"No time, get us out of here." Robin pushed.

Phantom nodded, "You and you put Batman between you." He ordered Nightwing and Red Hood who after a moment did as they were told, supporting Batman between them. "Now use your free hands and hug me. The rest of you guys hug them and no matter what do not let go of each other or me. If you do you'll die."

"Great, trust the weird glowing kid not to drop us and kill us or die here. This will only go well." Red Hood growled but didn't question it further as they all held onto Phantom.

Robin could feel the ground vanish from under them as they flew upwards through the building and then out into open air. Phantom then took then a safe distance from the building near where the police were and made sure they were all on the ground before he stopped flying.

"There you go. Thanks for riding Phantom-Air." Phantom said, sounding exhausted as he leaned against Robin who frowned up at the taller teen.

"You okay?"

"All good. Been a minute. You guys get checked out. See you around Robin." Phantom said, then flew away as Superboy grabbed Robin's arm.

"Are we going to talk about the fact that your new friend doesn't have a heartbeat?" He said anxiously.

"He... doesn't?" Robin tilted his head.

"No!" Superboy squeaked, "Where did you even meet that kid?!"

"He saved me from being shot. It's no big deal."

"Does B know he exists?" Red Robin asked.

"No."

"Then it's a big deal." The others sighed.

Nightwing shrugged. "Next time introduce us to him properly though, when we're not suffocating in a hole."

"I suppose I will consider it."

Orphan was quiet for a moment, "New brother?"

"NO!" They all said together as she chuckled.

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Light the Fire

Fandom: Star Wars - The Acolyte

Pairing: Qimir x F!Reader

As requested by anonymous: Hi love! I am obsessed with your Qimir fics 💕 the way you write him is just so good! May I request something with him where he gets jealous seeing reader interact with someone else and it leads to a confession ??? Maybe like a friends to lovers ? Thank you so much!

A/N: if you're wondering how im coping with the acolyte news, im in denial and pretending its not real. :D

Qimir Masterlist

(this is how i imagine Qimir to look when he's jealous)

Qimir watched you with careful eyes across the cantina. You were speaking with your bounty. You requested the aid of your old friend just in case. This bounty was high profile and worth a lot of credits. Although you are very capable, you wanted to have some back up just in case. Hence why Qimir was keeping an eye out from across the bar.

He couldn't help the stirring in his stomach as he watches you pretend to be interested in your mark. How you laugh, how you touch him, how you press your body against his. Qimir knows it's not real, he knows you're only doing it to get close to your mark, but damn did it not stop him from feeling jealous.

The mark excuses himself to go to the refresher and you lock eyes with Qimir across the way.

You whisper into the hidden comm in your dress, "When he comes back, I'm taking him to the room. You go first. I'll be there in ten minutes."

Qimir nods his head and gulps the rest of his drink down. Setting some credits onto the counter and leaves the bar area and head upstairs to the rooms offered to bar patrons.

With the extra keycard you got him, Qimir enters the room and hides in the shadows waiting for your arrival.

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Your mark comes back from the refresher and sighs, "Well, ready, baby?"

You give the older man a sultry smile, "You tell me," you trace your finger along the color of his shirt. He gives you a drunken grin that makes your skin crawl, "Lead the way, sweetheart," he gives you a pat on the ass and you giggle, despite wanting to punch the guy in the throat.

You slip your hand into his clammy one and guide him away from the bar and up the stairs towards the rooms. With your keycard, you door to your room slides open. You continue to pull your mark into the room and towards the bed.

You push him onto the bed and straddle his lap. He gets giddy, his disgusting hands running up your thighs to grip your ass.

You give a fake moan, grinding against the man and the act excites him.

You suddenly hear the buzz of a lightsaber and the room illuminating in a red hue. Your mark looks over your shoulder, eyes wide and full of fear.

"Wha-What is this?! What's going on?!"

You roll your eyes and punching the guy in the throat, causing him to gasp for hair. You immediately climb off him and turn to Qimir. He's donning his cortosis helmet, one hand gripping his saber, while the other is clenched in a tight fist.

"I didn't give the signal."

"Didn't need to. I could tell you were uncomfortable," he replies, his voice hidden by the modulator.

Your mark sits up and crawls back towards the head of the bed, "Wait, I have a credits! I'll give you everything I have, just don't kill me!"

You pull out the hidden syringe needle you kept in your thigh holster, "See, that's the thing, Marek. Those credits that you have, they don't belong to you. You stole them and Darius Nox wants them back, as well as to punish you for your insolence."

You also take out the puck you were given, the holo displaying Marek's face.

The older man gulped, "N-Nox sent you."

You pocket the puck and nod, "Yup. And I'm going to bring you to him."

You take a step towards him and he immediately scrambles off the bed and towards the door.

Qimir shoots his hand out, using the force to stop Marek in his place. You shake your head, "They never learn."

You go over to Marek's frozen figure. His eyes are wide. He's helpless and, boy, do you love that look of helplessness and fear in your targets.

You immediately punch Marek in the gut and give him an upper cut punch to his chin. He lets out groans of pain and you smile, "You disgust me." You then jab the syringe into his neck, the poison entering his system. You watch as he tries to fight it, but eventually his eyes flutter close and his head drops to his chest.

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Qimir isn't careful at all when he helps you bring Marek to your ship. He practically throws him in the little cell that you have for your marks. After ensuring that he's well locked up, you excuse yourself, "I need to wash all that guy's sweat off me. So fucking handsy, that one," you shudder as you pass Qimir, missing his clenched jaw and pissed off look on his face.

Fifteen minutes later, you're scrubbed clean and wearing more comfortable clothing.

You go to the cockpit to see Qimir sitting in the co-pilot's spot, staring out into hyperspace.

"What's with the face?" you ask as you kick your feet up onto the console.

"I really want to kill him."

"Well you can't or else I won't get the full payment. Anyway, why do you want to kill him?"

He doesn't look at you as he speaks, "I didn't like the way he was touching you or how he looked at you when you were talking to him. You thoroughly convinced him that he stood a chance, with your smiling and touching." His hands roll into tight fists as he recalls your actions and behavior tonight, "I know it was all an act, that you didn't mean any of it...but at some point, I started wishing I was Marek. Then I wanted to rip the guy's head off."

You lean in closer to him, a smirk on your face, "Jealous?"

He side eyes you, clenches his jaw and murmurs, "No."

"Sounds like you are."

"I am not."

You stand from your seat and go over to Qimir's. You plop yourself right onto his lap, causing him to widen his eyes in surprise, "Just admit it. You were jealous," you hook your arms around his neck, face an inch away from his

He glances down at your lips then back at your eyes, "What do I get if I admit it?" he murmurs.

"Anything you want."

"Fine. I was jealous."

You grin widely, "Nice to know. Now, what do you want?"

His hands go to your waist and he holds you still, "For you to tell me how you feel about me."

"I feel safe when I'm with you. I feel free, accepted. I feel...loved."

Qimir leans closer, his forehead resting against yours, "I do love you. Sometimes I wish I didn't, especially when you pull the shit you did tonight. I sometimes wish you didn't light a fire inside me every time I'm with you."

"Qimir?"

"Hm?"

"Kiss me."

And without a second thought, he does.

That's when you really feel the emotions within him, the passion and desire he holds for you. It's a flame now growing into a roaring fire. All because of you.

And you feel the same. Two flames fanned, growing bigger, brighter, and stronger. Together.

[creepsterdreams]

i have a though about mc can tying a cherry stem and show it off to ts LI's

Reading this it made me think about that one Pierce the Veil lyric where it says “She tied a cherry stem for me with her tongue.”

TOUCHSTARVED LI’s reaction to you tying a cherry stem with your mouth and showing it off to them

Summary: how would our favs react when you have the ability to tie a cherry stem by only using your mouth?

CW: A lot of suggestiveness, sex jokes, drinking, gn!MC, MC being a bit of a freak

Plot: You and the LI were messing around while at the Wet Wick’s bar and you decide to show them a little party trick you picked up some time ago. Curious they ask to see it and they watch as you take a stem from a cherry that was in your drink and put it in your mouth. After about a minute you take the stem out, now tied in a knot, and show it to them, smiling widely as you await their response.

LEANDER

Quick question, are you trying to kill him?

All he could do is stare at you with a look that could only be described as flushed

What was he supposed to do with this information? Seduce you? Ask you to do it again? Keep drinking and ignore all the very not-so-innocent thoughts flowing through his head?

He clears his throat and looks away, a very obvious redness on his face. "That was...very impressive MC, where'd you learn to do that?"

You tell him you got bored one day and decided to teach yourself how to do it

He nods, shooting down the rest of his glass before almost slamming it back on the counter

He's trying so hard not to ask what else can you do with your mouth

Picking up on his flushed state, you giggle and grab the stem from the cherry that was sitting in the empty glass, waving it around for a moment before putting it in your mouth

His eyes were glued to you, watching closely as you maneuvered the stem around your mouth slowly, occasionally opening it to show him exactly what you were doing with your tongue

After a moment, you pull it out, setting it right next to the first one you made

You both sit in silence for some time, the only thing being heard are the conversations echoing around the wet wick

Cue the barkeep also staring at you both in utter disbelief

"Damn kids these days-"

"Sooo, do you wanna get another drink?-"

He cut off your words by throwing you over his shoulder and silently walking upstairs

You both were never seen for the rest of the night

You were heard though

AIS

Straight up takes the stem and inspects it

You're wondering wtf he's doing until he sets it back down in your hand and just grins

"That was something sparrow, got any other tricks you can show me?"

Wow

You laugh and tell him the stem was the only thing you had

I'm just saying he's the kind of guy to know random magic tricks but never tell you how he learned it

Spoiler alert, he snatched the talent from someone in the hive mind

So, imagine your shock when he says "I'll show you one then" before reaching over and pulling a gold coin from behind your ear??

His grin only widened at your face, teasingly flipping the coin before setting it on the counter

You both pretty much sit there laughing at the shenanigans for some time

After a few more drinks, Ais takes a cherry from a small bowl and picks out the stem. You look at him confused for a moment before he just smirks at you and tosses it into his mouth

…guess he had other jokes too

After about a minute, he sticks out his tongue, the stem now resting on top of it

With his grin as wide as ever

Chuckling at your reaction, he takes the stem out, setting it right next to yours as he signals to the barkeep for another glass

But after she walks away, he turns to you for a moment, leaning over to whisper into your ear

"When we get out of here, let me show you some more magic tricks, hm?"

oh my

KURAS

This angel doesn't drink, so whenever you're at the bar he pretty much just makes sure you're alright lol

He was standing next to you by the bar when you showed him the stem

His eyes went as wide as an owl, and it made you laugh so hard

He's seen many things in his life, being centuries years old, so he's probably seen a few people attempt to seduce him by using the old cherry stem trick

But it feels so...different when it comes from you?

He can't explain it well so don't ask him-

After about a few moments he just smiles and starts laughing, but not a full barking laugh more like a softer one

"That's quite the skill you have there, my dear."

Doesn't really verbally say much about it, but you can tell he's having a lot of thoughts

He gives off secretly kinky vibes to be honest

It's not until Vere who was passing by mentioned that he would love to see what others things you can do with your tongue that Kuras truly paid attention

He's fully aware that Vere only "flirts" with you to mess with him, yes it pisses him off, but he refuses to let Vere see that

Harshly side-eyeing Vere, he turns back to you and gently takes your hand

“My love, what do you say we go back home? There is something I must show you.”

Kuras? Sounding mildly enthusiastic about something? What timeline was this?

After practically dragging you back to the clinic, he sits on one of the tables and tilts your chin up with his pointer and thumb

“I apologize if this sounds selfish of me dear, but I wish to see that trick of yours again.”

Let’s just say anyone that needed any sort of medical help immediately ran away after hearing you two going at it all night

VERE

Wheewwwww I just gotta say you picked the wrong one to do this in front of

This guy is the embodiment of sexual humor

But moving on

Both of you just kinda sit in silence for a second as he’s just smirking

Ears pointed up, tail slowly swinging from side to side, eyelids low, yea he’s up to something

“That was quite the talent darling, care to let me show you one as well?”

You watch as he grabs a nearby cherry, plucking the stem off and keeping very close eye contact with you as he placed it on his tongue

But unlike Ais, he has his mouth slightly open, giving you an almost clear view of exactly what he’s doing

Once he’s done, he takes the stem out, leaning in closer so you can feel his breath on yours, your noses touching

“How’s that for a trick?”

You swear he’s trying to kill you

Seeing your lack of response, his smirk widens

You know what they say, foxes are natural tricksters

Only this one has it bumped up to a 10

He leans back, continuing to sip on his drink while glancing at you every few seconds

You eventually stop daydreaming about some very not sfw things at that and start nursing your own glass again

But after a minute or so, you feel something soft yet prickly running up and down your legs

….no way

You looked at Vere, but he was just leisurely resting his arms against the counter as he swirled the alcohol around in its glass, paying no mind to you

But once you took your eyes off him, you didn’t notice the heavy look he gave you, all the while slowly inching his tail closer between your legs

Guess you were in for a long night

MHIN

Another one that doesn’t drink so they just stood there with their arms crossed watching you

Making sure you didn’t do anything idiotic of course totally not because they were worried about you being drunk in a place like this-

So when you said their name got their attention, the last thing they expected was to see you spitting out a stem that was now tied in a knot

I’ll be totally honest, they didn’t really know how to respond

On one hand, yea that’s pretty cool and a little hot but also, what in the seven hells?

So they just decided to look at you with a bewildered expression with their face getting redder by the second “

“Don’t…do that here.”

I hate to admit it but..tsundere

You laugh at them and go back to your drink, only this time purposely swirling your tongue around the rim before sipping again

You know, just to fuck with them

Of course this makes them automatically turn around and hide their growing red face from you

They did their best to get that image out of their head, not wanting to make it known that you had that kind of affect on them

But in the midst of that they heard snickering from one of the nearby tables, it was a group of guys that had been staring at you since you did that little stem trick of yours

And oh boy, was Mhin not happy

And totally not also jealous

So, you can definitely say you weren’t expecting Mhin to turn back around and grab you harshly by the shirt and kiss you

Of course you kissed them back though, quickly noticing the group of guys that had very awkwardly cleared their throats and talk amongst themselves

Once Mhin pulled back, they had a look of annoyance and almost possession in their eyes

“You do that around me, and only me. Got that?”

Possessive Mhin is a hot Mhin

I hope that was alright anon! I apologize about it being a bit shorter than other fics T^T

[for-those-who-wait]

it hurts me to ask this, but how would blorbo!Hunter respond to the death of flapjack…

Blorbo Hunter has cat brain where he doesn't really have a complex thought process (there's another ask about this in my inbox that I'll answer once I doodle some more, I'll try to go more in-depth about it then) so I think it would be that situation where one of your pets passes and the other is confused about why their buddy isn't around anymore and why their owner is suddenly very sad

I would really like to make a comic about it but it would take a while and my brain is mush so, taking crack seriously, I think it would happen like this (very limited memory of what happens in the beginning of For the Future):

Blorbo Hunter is probably in somebody's pocket or bag for the whole altercation with Belos in Thanks to Them, so he didn't actually witness anything. Everyone is very torn up about it after they go through the portal, the blorbo is a little confused about why Hunter looks sad and weird, but he's just kind of chilling. Hunter can't really stand to look at the blorbo for a bit (something about anxiety about loss and wanting to distance himself emotionally as a coping mechanism) so he passes him off to Luz and the gang to watch over while he broods in the corner at the Owl House like normal. Blorbo Hunter is just hanging out, he's kind of wondering what's up since I think Flapjack would be as constant a presence for blorbo Hunter as he is for regular Hunter and he's similarly not used to not having that presence nearby. They are friends, they love each other, and he wants to know where his friend is!

I think blorbo Hunter has a little bit of a signal thing going where he'll make little gestures about things he wants (he just learned that Flapjack is more likely to interact with him if he opens his arms like he wants a hug, and he kept doing it). So the gang is familiar by now that when he splays his little arms out, he's referencing Flapjack. And he doesn't actually do that until they're all calming down, slowly trying to fall asleep at the Owl House, and he finally wriggles away to find Hunter (because he follows him absolutely freaking everywhere and he might as well have a natural homing beacon for that boy)

Hunter's not really trying to sleep, he's been Irreparably Traumatized, and blorbo Hunter climbs onto him and splays his arms out like "Where's Flapjack?" since Hunter usually knows where he is, and blorbo Hunter has associated Hunter with Flapjack appearing. Hunter isn't even sure if he should respond to that, because he knows by now that the blorbo just can't really understand the concept of loss like that. Hunter's probably tearing up a bit by now because of all the stress and emotions he's shoving down, and now he's got this innocent little thing looking up at him for guidance that he feels he's incapable of providing because Flapjack, the one thing the blorbo is asking for, is gone in a way that Hunter can't explain and the blorbo can't understand.

Blorbo Hunter, ever the cat, at least recognizes that Hunter's upset. The blorbo climbs up onto his chest, probably lays right up against his chin, and just sits there for the sake of closeness and an attempt at comfort. And for his part, I think Hunter would just grieve a lot about it because Flapjack was probably there to help him process even accepting blorbo Hunter in the first place (I think Flapjack would immediately love the blorbo and would have to spend a long time convincing Hunter to give him a chance as well), and now he's left with the guilt of having initially disliked the blorbo and also killing his friend. Like "I killed Flapjack with the hand that I am currently using to try and comfort this weird clone-cat-creature he was friends with, I'm so incredibly messed up and terrible for this."

This child can fit so much trauma and self-hatred in him holy crap

ANYWAY sorry for the ramble, hopefully that answers the question, thank you for asking it :))

[ssentimentals]

seventeen members as love tropes: jun

arranged marriage

'i looked into your eyes and wished all of this was true'

very few things can faze wen junhui - blank stares and emotionless facial expressions are on top of the things he mastered since childhood, because not letting anyone know what you're feeling proved to be an effective tactic in his family. which, he guesses, says a lot about his family but junhui is not someone who gnaws on the fate. it what it is, he's too self-aware of how many people would kill to be in his position to ever feel sorry for himself. but right now? when he stares at the name of his future wife neatly written next to his in a marriage contract? he thinks he's allowed to feel just a tad bit sorry.

'she's a lovely girl,' he hears his mother say. he then listens to multiple benefits this marriage is going to bring to both participants and while junhui is loyal and will never betray his family or the role they gave him in their business world, bitter taste in his mouth doesn't go away. he kind of wants to throw up or break something, but all he manages is a short: 'understood' and a curt nod to his driver, signaling him that they should go.

he meets you for the first time one week later and turns out that you are a lovely girl. obviously not thrilled at the idea of marrying someone your parents picked for you, but at least you're too polite and nice to lash it all out on junhui. he lets himself relax and open up a little, which then turns to a lot because there's something about you that makes him feel.. safe. secure. like he can actually say what he really thinks, talk about his feelings. it's equally freeing and scary.

'this doesn't have to become a nightmare for both of us,' you say quietly, looking up at him with serious eyes. 'we are both mature adults, we can work this out, right?'

junhui absentmindedly thinks that he hasn't seen you smile yet. he has a high suspicion that it suits you much more than this serious look and he suddenly really wants to see it. maybe be even the reason of it? 'i have no intention in making this horrible for you,' he answers sincerely. 'if anything, i'm really sorry that you've been dragged into this mess. i'll try my best to make it work for both of us, i promise.'

and ah, there is your smile. it does suit you way more and it did make junhui feel something funny in his chest. 'we have one week, wen junhui. let's make it count, yeah?'

and make it count you did. jun is nothing short of purposeful and he dedicated all of his planning to making sure this week before official wedding will be perfect. perfect in a way of it just being him and you without any distractions, learning more about each other. he watches you, listens to you, makes an effort to dig deeper and open up himself too and no one is more surprised than jun himself when week later he's actually excited to go and sign the papers.

'one ice latte and cinnabon bun for a beautiful girl with a sweet tooth,' he announces, carefully placing both items on the table in front of you. your eyes light up and light blush dusts your cheek and jun has never been more thankful for his attention to details and good memory. if he can make you smile like that just by doing such simple things, he's fine with doing them for the rest of his life. 'how are you feeling, my future wife? ecstatic?'

'almost fainting from enthusiasm,' you deadpan but smile you give him is real. 'what about you, my future husband? happy beyond belief?'

junhui pauses. answer comes out of his mouth before he can think it through: 'i am, actually.'

he watches your eyes widen at this and atmosphere changes from funny banter to something heavy and serious. and maybe he can take it back, but he doesn't want to. he is happy. god, he's more happy than he's ever been in his life, so excited of the prospect of having all this time to spend with you, to get closer to you, to maybe - just maybe, cause a guy can hope, right? - turn this arranged 'fake' marriage into something real. and it's probably so stupid to think this way, to be this attracted to the person you know for one week only, but he can't help it. you are good, and nice, and thoughtful, and funny, and oh so lovely - junhui is a strong guy, but he's not a robot, he couldn't not fall for you. his mind runs a mile in a second but it all quiets down when you reach out and take his hand in yours. slowly, like you're afraid to spook him, you interlace fingers together, clasping them in a tight lock. junhui stops breathing. could it be that you-?

'i am happy, too.' you say and you're serious and honest, he can feel it. 'i was so against this whole thing at first but then i met you and.. i'm happy, junhui. i'm happy that it's you.'

very few things can faze wen junhui - but you? you are the only one who gets past blank stares and emotionless replies, you get to see the real him and you somehow liked what you saw. just for that junhui is ready to give you the world.

'i promise we will work this out,' jun says, throat surprisingly tight with emotions. 'i promise this will not become a cage or a nightmare for you. i promise it'll grow into something...' beautiful just like you? lovely just like your smile? '..real.'

the smile you gift him is brighter than sun itself. 'something real?' you stand up and get closer to him. 'i'd like that very much, wen junhui.'

very few things can faze wen junhui - but you? his hand shakes when he signs the paper and for the first time ever he feels...hopeful. he takes one look at you and sees you already looking at him with a small smile on your face. with confidence, he reaches out and you meet him halfway, locking your hands together. for some reason, looking into your eyes, junhui is more than sure that this 'real' will work out just perfectly.

a/n: i know everyone is used to me being more poetic but my brain kind of shut down and this is what happened. hope you still liked it, let me know, come say hi! - nini

my other works can be found here

[supercap2319]

Mirror Me

Pairing: Clark Luthor x Tess Mercer. Clark Kent x male reader (indirectly).

“Tess Mercer, if your little stunt ruined my credit …�� Y/N trails off as he sees her typing on the computer, a giant virtual image of the earth filled the space of Watchtower. Wow.” Y/N exclaims. He knew that the Watchtower had high-tech toys, but he never imagined this.

“All this for a primitive busy signal.”

Subject: Batman is unavailable.

Subject: Flash is unavailable

Subject: Wonder Woman is unavailable

“Damn it.” Tess curses.

“Okay, I'm not really sure what you're doing, but I'm perfectly willing to run around and frown at technology if it'll lend a hand.” Y/N said.

“Considering that I can't successfully round up the troops, I just assumed that Watchtower was the safest place in the city.”

“For who?” Y/N asked.

“For you.”

“ From who?”

“From Clark.” Tess answered.

“Wait. My Clark? Why would my Clark wanna hurt me?” Y/N asked.

Tess’eyes darted around nervously. She was obviously stressed about something. Something bad. And something important. “Not exactly. And it's only a matter of time before he realizes that I'm not his Tess.”

“Will you cut the blonde speak? What the hell is going on here, Tess?” Before she could respond, something fast flew over the vicinity of Watchtower, like a jet plane. “He found us.” Tess and Y/N look at the skyline. Something comes crashing down towards them, and the impact is strong enough to knock both of them down. Y/N goes crashing over a nearby couch, and Tess hits the walls with a bunch of files spilling on top of her.

Y/N lifts his head up to see that it was Clark who was the one who came crashing down unexpectedly. Only he didn't look like himself. He wore a nicely tailored suit and his eyes were cold and calculated. Y/N had no idea who this guy was, but he wasn't his Clark. The Clark in the suit looks Tess’ way. “Get up, Tess.” She trembles in fear.

“Are you deaf? Didn't you hear me? I said "Get up!” Clark's voice echoed through Watchtower.

“Leave her alone.” Y/N said.

Clark turns to Y/N with a sneer. “Oh, look. There's my slave boy. You seem more confident than my Y/N, but you'll learn your place eventually.” He turns back to Tess. “It's remarkable what you can hear when you stop to listen.”

“You can't stay here.” Tess tells him.

“I can do whatever the fuck I want.” Clark tells her as he slowly walks towards her. “I'm not going back to Lionel's world. Cause that's exactly what it is ... Lionel's.” He bends down so that he's eye level with Tess. “This world will be mine. Give me the Mirror box.” He holds out his hand.

“And if I don’t?” Tess challenged.

Clark smiled. “I’ll kill you, and the pretty boy over there.”

“I don't know what you're talking about.” Tessa said.

Clark sighed. “Fine. Have it your way, sis.”

Faster than a blink of an eye, Clark had his hand around Y/N's throat, and slammed him against the wall. Y/N struggles against the Kryptonian, but it was in vain. There was no way that Y/N could overpower Clark with human strength. “Cla–”

“Clark?” Clark mocks as he squeezed. “ Is that who you're trying to call out for? Well, I'm afraid Clark has abandoned you.”

“Leave him alone. He has nothing to do with this.” Tessa stood up.

“Oh, no? Clark looks at Tess. “I always get what I want, sis. And if I don’t…I get angry. You wouldn't like me when I'm angry, right?” The sounds of Y/N gasping for air was a good indication that he wasn't playing around. “I know everything about you, Tess. Every move you make. So, make the right one. Give me the box, and I spare this insignificant, yet sexy little worm. Then we can have some real fun.”

Tessa nods. “Okay. Meet me at the Club of Aces tonight, and I'll bring it.”

“Excellent.” Clark put Y/N down. Y/N coughs and gasped air as Tess knelt by his side. She looks up at Clark. The Kryptonian smirks down at her. “And remember, sis. If you try to weasel out of this, I'll kill you and kill Y/N. And I promise it will be slow and bloody.” In a blur, he was gone.

Tessa looks at Y/N. “Y/N? Come on. Get up. We need to find–”

“We need to find Clark.” Y/N said.

[sabrina-kpop]

Can I request a hashira x fem reader one-shot who has the powers of winter from aespa's new Supernova but the drawback is that she gets sick and vomits blood + she has lucky girl syndrome (which means she's lucky asf)

ིྀ∘˙༺𝐵𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝐵𝐴𝑁𝐺༻˙∘ ིྀ

Thank you for this request!! I have shaken up the story a little... Reader is the youngest of the hashira and is like a little sister to all of them! (This does not include child x adult)

WARNING: this includes Vomiting, blood, cursing, mentions of child abuse and slight p3doph1lia if you feel uncomfortable with these topics please don't read

You are grateful for having the hashira as your family, They saved you when you we're weak. And treated you like human. You were experimented on by a higher rank demon, you were to become a weapon to kill hashiras and swordsmen.

When Gyomei found you, you were terrified by what he would do to you, but he later then convinced you that he was trust worthy and you should come with him.

When the two of you arrived at The Ubuyashiki Mansion Gyomei immediately took you to a place you later learned was called the butterfly estate. When the both of you arrived you were greeted by two women.

One was taller and had long healthy black hair with a two butterfly pins on the sides of her hair, the other was a lot shorter and had her hair up and she had black hair with purple tips and looked angry.

The two women took you to a room to do a check up once they found out you were covered with scars and syringe wounds they immediately began treating you.

That was eight years ago and now your 13 and a hashira, everything in your life is perfect. You are currently out on a mission with Giyuu, although he isn't that talkative his presence comforting.

You two were called to a nearby village were it was reported that young girls went missing during the evening.

Nonetheless you and Giyuu arrived and the both of you decide to stay in a inn to recharge do to you finding a hundred dollar bill on the ground and insisting Giyuu to take you to go shopping for hours....

"Giyuu-san!" You said looking over at the dark hair male who's currently eating sake daikon.

"Hm?" He hummed unable to speak do to his mouth being full with his favorite dish which made you giggle.

"I'm bored.. Let's play a game!" You said as Giyuu look at you. "Let's see..Think of a number! " you said happily waiting for the water hashira to let you know when he's ready. "Ok." He plainly said still eating the food.

"Hmm.. Seven! "

He then nodded, not fazed by your luck as you jump up a down, acting as if your luck wasn't the cause of you guessing ."Giyuu-san let play aga-"

BOOM

You were interrupted by a loud bang outside, you and giyuu immediately got your blades and headed out.

"Y/n protect the people in the building I'll fight! " yelled Giyuu but you couldn't help but feel angry on how protective he is of you.

"But I wanna fight! I never get too!" You barked back.

"Y/n now is not the time for argui-" Giyuu was cut off do the demon attacking which caught him off guard. You followed his order and began helping people on the side.

"You're a hashira aren't you? Oh how I just love how you guys scream in agony as I rip you limb by limb!" Said the ugly demon as he continued to attack Giyuu in which he doged and used his water breathing.

"Missed! Haha! You hashiras are so weak now a days!" The demon said as he used his blood demon art to stab Giyuu in the leg restricting his movements

"Giyuu-san!" You yelled

Suddenly the demons gaze turned to you and the little boy in your hands.

"Mmm! How I love young innocent girls!"

He said as he used his blood demon art to send blood like blades to your direction.

Without thinking you used your special ability to dodge fly high up in the air with the boy in your arms"

"What the fuck!? Are you a demon!?" The demon said as Giyuu signaled you to distract them for he can get a clean slice of on neck. You nodded forgetting the drawbacks that this plan will take.

As the demon uses his blood demon art to send sharp spikes at you you kept dodging and using your abilities to pick up stuff and try to him trying to restrict him from catching Giyuu.

The demon managed to stab your thigh as you scream and fell hugging the little boy in your arms so he wouldn't get hurt.

Giyuu took this chance to painfully jump behind the demon and slice his neck off. The demon's head fell to the floor and began to curse out Giyuu, as he simply ignored it as he watched the demon disintegrate Into thin air.

*Cough* "G-Giyuu" he immediately flashed his eyes to the sound of your raspy voice as he saw a blood bath coming from your mouth. "G-Giyuu-san take the boy a-and find his mother" you said as you vomited more blood.

In a state of shock and fear, he immediately picked you and the boy up and ran as fast as he could to the butterfly estate.

Upon arrival, Giyuu started shouting for Shinobu which is unusual for him scaring most of the butterfly girls.

Giyuu slide the door open as hard as he can which startled Shinobu. "Tomioka-san what's wrong with yo- Oh my!" An interrupted Shinobu said as she laid eyes upon your bloody limp body in Giyuu's arms.

Shinobu immediately called for backup and she took you from her arms and ran to a surgery room.

"Hey dumbass" I certain white headed man said behind the water hashira as he turned around.

"The hell happened to you? Why are you covered in blood and why the fuck you were yelling?"

Giyuu looked at the Sanemi as he plainly stated. "It's y/n she used her abilities to much to a pint where she couldn't handle it."

"Why the fuck would she do that!" Yelled the wind hashira "And why didn't you stop her!" He blamed. Giyuu looked away ignoring him as he waited patiently for Shinobu.

"She's okay, she just needs to rest for some weeks and she'll be good as new!" Said the black and purple haired girl. "Poor thing she looks so weak" said Mitsuri "Yea no shit she lost a lot of blood" said Sanemi and Iguro gave him a death stare.

The hashira's decided to visit you after they found out about your conditions, checking up on you everyday as Shinobu gave you medicine.

When you finally came to you were needed by nine familiar faces.

Mitsuri and Rengoku gifted young a whole bunch of food.

Uzui gifted you some nice jewelry.

Iguro gifted you a pair of new socks.

Sanemi asked if you were feeling well time to time.

Shinobu gave you some butterfly clips and some poison to help you during battle.

Gyomei sent you a whole bunch of prayers.

Muichiro gifted some of his origami.

And lastly Giyuu gave you an apology for not protecting you. You said that I didn't matter and that your safe and should leave it in the pass. But Giyuu swore from now on he would protect in anyway possible.

You're grateful for having this family and hope to make more memories with them.

[in1-nutshell]

Its missing prime Lithia hours soooooo could you maybe write something where she's taken hostage or something? Maybe she has one of the kids with her as well and they both just gotta figure out how to get out meanwhile Ratchet feels he's both ready to shortcircuit and ready to kill literally any bot that comes in his way just to get his child back

I think I'll make a longer version of this in the future. The original stuff was way too long and all over the place.

Hope you enjoy!

Lithia and the kids get kidnapped

SFW, Platonic, Mention of injuries, Hinted Romance, Familial, Cybertonian reader

TFP

It had been a quiet couple of days since the arrival of Smokescreen and Ultra Magnus.

Almost peaceful if you didn’t count the skirmishes the team had every now and then.

Most of the team was out on patrol or on the latest mission.

Meanwhile, Ratchet and Lithia were at the base when they received a call from Bumblebee.

Bumblebee: “Beep bop boop bep bep… (Lithia I need you or Ratchet to go pick up the kids. Looks like a potential fight might happen any second now…)” Lithia: “Got it. Stay safe Bee.” Bumblebee: “Boop bep BEEEEEEPPPP!! (Oh please, I got—SMOKESCREEN WAIT FOR THE SIGNAL!)” CLICK! Lithia laughs quietly to herself before turning to her father. Lithia: “I’ll be back!” Ratchet without looking from his workplace: “Do you need a groundbrigde?” Lithia: “No thank you, I need to stretch my gears anyways.” Ratchet huffs a bit. Ratchet: “And remember to—" Lithia: “—Not get sidetracked. It happened one time.” Ratchet: “One time too many. Now off you go.” Lithia waves goodbye before transforming and driving out of the base.

The pickup was successful.

Sure, there were a few weird looks when the trio climbed inside, but they should just learn to mind their business.

Jack took the front seat while Miko and Raf sat in the back.

She listened to the kids talk about their day and internally smiled at Jack and Miko fighting for the right of the AUX chord.

Everything was okay.

… Then why did she feel like something was going to go terribly wrong.

Lithia moves her rear-view mirrors a bit and spots a groundbrigde opening in the sky. The kids noticed her speeding up. Jack: “Lithia, I know you want to get us back to the base and all, but you’re going 15 over the speed limit.” Predaking emerges out of the portal. The kids are suddenly pulled back by their seatbelts and Lithia speeding faster than they have ever seen her go. Raf: “Lithia?” Miko: “Hey what’s going on?!” Lithia: “We got a certain Predacon right on our tailpipe! Hang on!” The kids grip at the seatbelts. Lithia to her coms: “Ratchet I need a groundbrigde now!” Rachet: “What happened?” Lithia sees Predaking rapidly approaching and swerves around trying to keep him from trying to snatch her up. Lithia: “Ratchet I have an angry Predcon right on my tailpipe that came out of a groundbrigde in the sky! I think this counts for a---GGGAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!” The Kids: “AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!” Predaking had dived down and snatched Lithia up. The kids narrowly avoid the talons piercing through. Ratchet: “Lithia!? Lithia what happened!?” CLICK! The signal and call had gone offline.

The last thing Ratchet heard was Lithia screaming in agony before the line and her signal went dead.

He swears his old spark stopped at that moment.

Optimus and the others soon get a panicky call from Ratchet about Lithia and the kids getting kidnapped.

Screw the previous mission, there is a new priority now.

Wheeljack and Optimus help Ratchet in trying to find Lithia’s signal.

Optimus was watching Ratchet like a hawk, seeing his servos shaking a bit.

They couldn’t track down the Nemesis straight away, Lithia had said that the Predacon had flown from a groundbrigde.

It didn’t automatically mean that she and the kids would end up on the ship.

Tensions were high in the base.

They did everything they could do, all they could do was wait.

Finally, they received a call from a frantic Raf.

Raf: “Hello!? Hello, is anyone there?!” Bee goes straight for the panel. Bumblebee: “Bop bep!? (Raf! Raf where are you guys! Is everyone okay!?)” Raf: “We are okay, but Lithia is fighting some Cons right now. She needs help!” Ratchet takes the panel: “Keep the line open and we’ll find you.” BANG! Lithia: “IS THAT ALL YOU GOT!?” Raf: “Hurry!”

As soon as the team had the coordinates it was time to move.

The rescue team was made up of Optimus, Ratchet, Bumblebee, and Arcee

They arrived at some rocky terrain littered with unconscious Vehicons.

Lithia, sporting several slash marks and scorch marks, was beating a Con with his own arm.

Those lessons with Arcee seemed to be working a little too well.

Speaking of which, Arcee and Optimus found the kids hiding behind a couple rock formations.

Lithia: “HEEEYAA!” The medic delivered the final punch knocking the Con out. Lithia was venting heavily as she tossed the arm aside. She then notices the team standing there and waves a bit. Lithia: “Hey…” She feels herself starting to fall forward. Ratchet and Bumblebee are the first ones to reach her before she falls to the ground. She doesn’t hear anything else as her vision turned dark. Lithia slowly wakes up to someone’s servo gently cupping the side of her face. Ratchet, in all his tired glory smiles down at her. Lithia: “Dad…” Ratchet: “Your safe now. All of you are safe.” Lithia lifts up her helm a bit to see the kids sleeping in the human area. They were safe. They were safe… She sighs in relief and leans back into her father’s servo. Ratchet: “…You did good Lithia… But don’t you ever do something like that again.” Lithia tries to laugh but winces. It was then she noticed something was wrapped around her servo. Looking down, a resting Bumblebee had his servo intertwined in hers. She ignored her frame heating up at the sight. Lithia: “How long…” Ratchet: “Since you were stable. So, about a couple of hours give or take. Now, rest, doctors’ orders, you can tell us what happened later.” Lithia gave one last smile to her father before slowly closing her optics and giving Bee’s servo a slight squeeze.

[sparklesandpudding]

Can I get a hcs of Loki, Beelzebub and Hermes knowing that only one human (us) is their worshipper in the modern days? These Gods are not worshipped as much as back then so what would be their reaction to that? (Platonic/romantic is up to you! I'm fine with any of them)

Tyy <3

Ofc!!! I'll do my best. 😌

⚠️Just a disclaimer, I did some research on how the gods were worshipped by their different believers, so please forgive me if I get anything wrong‼️⚠️

Ror characters reacting to only one worshipper

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Loki

- Loki was known for being a trickster, and it's not uncommon to dislike him. he plays tricks, pranks, and is just over all annoying.

- He sure is aware of people's distaste for him and his little games, but it never did bother the man one little bit. Why should he care anyway? He was only in it for the fun, nothing else.

- that was how his mindset worked until he found a certain little mortal wandering out and about, making an offering to him. Now that? That REALLY sparked his interest.

- you wouldn't imagine that evil little grin of mischief on his face. I mean, he was never worshipped before, this was an entirely new feeling to him!

- Even knowing the horrible deeds he's done, or what type of person he is...you didn't care. You did your thing anyway, showing your respect to him. That little tint of hope on your face, completely determined to worship him...

- That was one hell of a turn on.

- He was so so so so soooo excited. overjoyed and overwhelmed with emotions, is this what respected gods get to experience? And HE, out of everyone, was missing out on the fun???

- After that day, the gods were always left with someone lacking in a meeting. Or perhaps, the room just wasn't as full of sly comments or remarks. It was eerily peaceful to say the least. But it's better than putting up with some green headed jerk, right?

- Loki on the other hand, would always be seen watching over you with lovestruck eyes. Sometimes going into the mortal realm and turning into little insects, spying on you.

- Mans was lovestruck as hell.

- Like forget playing pranks on people, he had a new form of entertainment. Probably giving little clues in your surroundings whenever you ask for signs that he was listening.

- he'd learn your name, and get incredibly upset whenever your attention was not on him. You were his worshipper, so you had too act like it, no arguments needed.

- I just imagine one time the gods are in a meeting, he'd randomly brag about his dear loyal worshipper, making comments like "oh, my dear beloved (y/n) also has a thing like that in the mortal world~" when Thor was literally in the middle of talking about a brutal slaughter that occured somewhere around the place. 💀

- it even weirds out the deities thinking about how much he knew about you.

Beelzebub

- now, beel here is different. He's been known to be evil itself, and all the works written about him is just all the brutal and horrible things he's done.

- He was also aware that many disliked him, but what could he do? He was rumoured to be Satan himself. it wasn't his fault, but all the fingers were pointing at him.

- then he found you, a very determined worshipper with sworn loyalty to him. You believed that he was innocent, and it wasn't his fault. Catching him off guard for once.

- that of course, made him feel a little nice inside. But he had to stop himself. You were just a pitiful mortal with hope, and hope doesn't last very long.

- it made him nervous. What if he repeated the same mistake he had committed before? What of he kills another innocent life who wanted nothing but to worship him?

- he'd try to send signals to you, a sign that you should stop. Trying to get you off his back. But you never did, you didn't care.

- it made him warm, and nice. For the first time in ages, he experienced a nice feeling. And now that he's more controlled with his emotions, he could atleast try. Maybe give it a little chance.

- he found out what your name was, and it brought him peace whenever that same name took up some space in his thoughts.

- Maybe here and there, he'll help you out a bit, Getting rid of those who've done wrong to you. Maybe even showing vulnerability in some occasions.

- and on very very rare occasions, he'd get a little jealous. A little jealous when you show care towards another. He actually did enjoy your love towards him, and had gotten used to it.

- even if he was cold and unapproachable, He had a little soft spot for you in his heart.

- He wanted to cherish this feeling, just for a little while.

Hermes

- mf literally goes around spying on people's private affairs. You know when Poseidon 'killed' adamas? Bro was literally eavesdropping, but got caught anyway. Not even afraid of admitting that he was a rotten scoundrel/cause for a few problems.

- that's why the gods keep an eye out for him, knowing that if word ever got out about anything, it may as well end in chaos.

- he's pretty chill, unless you try him. Finding out that he had a worshipper did quite amuse him in a way. Not to the point where he'd be like Loki..*cough*

- maybe a word would slip out of his mouth, a little "oh my.." possibly.

- I have a little headcanon that since he's pretty handsome, he has a few share of admirers. Maybe nymphs and so on. That's why a worshipper wouldn't really come off as too much of a surprise. I could be wrong.

- But all that aside, seeing your desication and loyalty to him was a nice feeling. especially since nowadays, there weren't many who bothered worshipping deities they couldn't even see. Some growing detached from their own beliefs, and giving up.

- The world is a big place, yet you were the one to catch his eye the most. And maybe he might've grown a little fond of you.

- in his spare time, he'd be composing beautiful melodies dedicated to you. Ehem, as a way of showing his appreciation of course. Don't have your mind wandering off any further than that.

- There were probably also deities out there who hated his guts, not that it mattered to him. He has no more interest in that. he was more busy and happy to give his attention towards you and your little beliefs.

- Maybe at night, you might hear the faint sound of a violin, a beautiful melody that puts you to sleep. Waking up to believe that it was just a dream..or so you thought.

- that's right, just close your eyes and let him take care of you.

[gothic-aesthetic-gal]

Old Scars (Part 9)

Ledger!joker x reader

Fem!reader is kidnapped by the joker and his henchmen while just trying to get a moment's reprieve from her boring, soul-destroying job ✨️

Link below for the other chapters:Tw: I mean, we all saw TDK, right? I'd say this is on the same level/rating. Kidnapping, violence, mentions of minor characters (not J) being misogynist/threatening SA, reference to past traumatic injury. Some slightly blurred lines in this one re:touching without consent and threat of violence. Beyond this i'm not sure, i'll update these when I write more.

Part 9 -

Unbeknownst to me, back at the half burned out apartment, the cops had made a run for it. They had tried to track us for a block or two, before deciding that getting to a hospital was a much more pressing concern. The older one had pretty severe burns to his arm and hand, and the tall lean one had burns to the lower half of his face and neck which would need some serious medical attention.

A couple of hours after their departure, a looming dark figure stood in the epicentre of the wreckage. The so-called 'batman' surveyed the scene, a stern look on his masked face as he pieced together some of the chaos which had unfolded. He had found the discarded purple dress and assumed the worst of the woman who was still missing.

His heart had sunk a little, thinking that the joker had left yet another body in his wake but then something had given him reason to pause. There were two toothbrushes in the bathroom, two plates in the sink, and a set of handcuffs attached to the radiator. He needed to look deeper, it seemed as though she might not have been killed after all.

As he paced around the room, he paused by the fireplace which had obvious signs of recent use. On the mantle there was a vase which was conspicuously absent of dust compared to everything around it and peering inside there was something stuffed into the bottom. Tipping it out he unscrewed the lined paper note. It read:

((Your first and last name))

STILL ALIVE

It was dated three days previous.

He felt a little surge of hope somewhere deep in his soul and carefully pocketed the scrap of paper. He could test it for fingerprints - maybe it would bring up some kind of record, some kind of lead. Meanwhile he and Alfred could keep searching for any tip-offs or recent sightings of either of them. If she had stayed alive this long, there was hope for her, even as the clock was ticking down each agonising second. He would just have to keep searching. He would find them.

Meanwhile, I was in the back of a car. The joker had flagged down a delivery driver and carjacked him at gunpoint. The poor guy looked terrified, and I hurriedly grabbed his delivery bag out of the trunk and threw it over to him with some of the mob money slipped inside. J was not happy about this.

"Get in the car already," he growled, grabbing my wrist and pushing me into the open back door. He slammed the trunk and my door before getting into the driver's seat.

"Let me ride shotgun," I protested.

His gaze met my own via the centre mirror.

"Why?"

"Come on, you know you can keep a better eye on me that way, and you've only got one usable arm right now - how are you gonna steer and drive stick?"

He growled in a way that signalled he knew I was right but didn't want to admit it and I quickly hopped into the front instead.

I'd barely got the passenger door shut before he started pulling away. He was heavy on the gas as we accelerated down the dark back-streets, with me doing my best to change up and down while he focused on steering. By the time we crossed into downtown, we were like a well-oiled machine, wordlessly synchronised. I watched the towering skyscrapers, like fingers clawing at the sky, and the crawling city traffic with a sense of infinite small-ness. I couldn't understand how anyone managed not to feel like a tiny, insignificant ant in this metropolis hellscape and I started to wonder if that was a feeling I'd just have to learn to carry for the rest of my life - a life that was unlikely to be long-lived if I couldn't get free of this deadly dance...

With a sigh, I flicked on the radio and switched through the first couple of channels' adverts until the sound of Frank Sinatra's crooning bled through the static on a 'golden oldies' station. I fiddled with the knobs until it cleared and came through smooth. To my astonishment, after a moment of driving in silence just listening to the music, J began to sing. Well, as close to singing as he was able in his rumbling, scratchy voice.

"She gets too hungry to wait for dinner at eight," he began, looking at me with a curious kind of smile.

I frowned in confusion at this latest development.

"She loves the theatre, but never comes late,

She'll never bother with the people she hates," he continued as I stared at him in fascination while he put on this strange little show for me.

"That's why the lady is a tramp!" His voice rang out, a little clearer than when he had started. It actually sounded much better - Almost good. I couldn't help but crack a smile.

"Ah see, it's not all bad, doll," he grinned.

I wasn't entirely sure what he meant and his moods were so changeable that it was hard to ever truly relax in his strange company.

"Are you calling me a tramp?" I asked playfully as he gave way to Sinatra's vocals for the rest of the verses.

"Yes, but it's a good thing, see, he likes that she's a little off-kilter," he said enthusiastically.

"So it's actually other people who have branded her a tramp?" I mused aloud.

"Exactly! Because she doesn't follow their silly little rules!" He said with a kind of child-like excitement which lit up his features.

A sly smile found its way onto my face.

"In that case, I guess I'm okay with it."

We were travelling further away from the beating heart of the city again now, along some great artery. The buildings were thinning out and getting older the further we went. Signs of decay and decline replaced the glistening glass and chrome of the financial centre, and the nicer working class neighbourhoods bled into the rougher ones. I watched as we rolled past burned out and boarded up properties with graffiti scrawled across every surface. We had crossed into the world of broken glass and potholes, of kids without a safe home to go to running in little gangs down roads lined with the skeletons of burnt out cars.

"A tale of two cities," I said dryly.

J said nothing, as the insufferable adverts started up, prompting me to turn off the radio in frustration.

"I have to make a phonecall," he announced with sudden seriousness, pulling the car over. I hurriedly dropped down to first and put on the parking break as he moved to get out of the car. He hesitated for a moment, turning back toward me. Unsure as to what he was about to do, I froze up for a moment.

"You could have taken your coat back, you look like a drowned rat," I sighed.

"You have my phone," he said matter-of- factly, leaning across so that he was able to slip his good hand into his coat, which I was still wearing. There was that little voice in me again, from some inner deep, dark cave in my soul, telling me I wanted him. I tried to pretend it didn't exist as he withdrew. The sound of the rain briefly entered the car as he stepped out into the downpour and closed the door behind him. I picked up the cardboard box from the footwell and took another couple of swigs of neat whisky. Everything was becoming too strange to be stone-cold sober.

Was this technically drink driving? I considered it for a moment, but decided that it didn't count as I wasn't the one steering or controlling the speed of the vehicle. Compared to assaulting multiple police officers, the theft of one of their firearms, arson, carjacking, and helping a wanted criminal escape law enforcement... DUI was the least of my problems. By the time he got back in the car a couple of minutes later, he was soaked through.

"I could have, but maybe I like seeing it on you," he said with a smirk.

"In that case you can definitely have it back," I retorted complete with a eye roll.

He turned to me, using his hand to comb his hair back, with a mischevious look plastered across his his face. He leaned in closer.

"You, uh, don't have to pretend you don't like it, doll. I know you do," he teased.

I felt the warm blood in my cheeks as I blushed, and turned away to look out of the window. The raindrops on the glass were illuminated by the street lights and glistened like little diamonds in the dark.

With surprising tenderness, he placed his hand under my jaw to turn my head back towards him. His cold fingers softly caressed my burning hot cheek.

A kind of rumbling sigh escapsed him.

"You are beautiful."

The car pulled up a steep hill alongside a tall chain link fence and we passed through some kind of gatehouse or check point. The old booth where guards would have sat was now just an emtpy shell with smashed in windows. Once we crossed this threshold, I realised we were inside the grounds to some kind of institution, a school, or a maybe some old government offices, judging by the numerous buildings scattered around the complex.

My whole body tensed up, unsure what he might be about to do next. Unsure what I would do if he did make any kind of move on me. I felt disappointed and relieved in equal measure when he instead turned the ignition and we returned to driving.

It wasn't until we were travelling along the tree lined avenue up to the central entrance of a building with wings outstretched on either side, that I realised where we were. The old Kirkbride layout of the abandoned Parkview mental hospital loomed up over the skyline ahead like some kind of enormous bat. The repetetive windows along its symmetrical layout inspired the same feelings of despair and insignificance in me that the skyscrapers in the city centre did. I thought about how terrified countless others had been driving up to this very spot, many of them never to leave again. So many of their stories ended in an unmarked plot somewhere on the grounds.

Gotham was not a new city, and like most other metropolitan centres, it needed places to house those deemed not fit to be out in polite society - the mentally ill, sick, disabled, women who were too headstrong, anyone who stepped out of the thin lines drawn at the time. The solution, the men in power decided, was to build an enormous hospital complex on what was then the fringes of the city - separate, distant from it. It was designed to be self-contained. Many of the doctors and nurses could live on site alongside the patients in their own little village, and there would be a farm for work, and an enormous boiler house to power the place. The inmates were regularly expected to do unpaid work in the kitchens, the farm, and so on to run the place. It was a closed system. Hotel california: You could check out any time you liked, but you could never leave.

As we pulled up by the grand steps at the entrance, I shivered. It felt as though all that suffering had bled into the walls, seeping like a poison into the groundwater. Overcrowding, abuse and neglect, spread just like the various infectious diseases that tore through the wards. Whatever good intentions they might have been set up with, through the years the asylums spiralled into little more than glorified plague pits to throw society's rejects down into.

With de-institutionalisation, the great bloated beasts fell one by one. All aside from Parkview, and a handful of smaller, more modern private facilities, and of course, the ever-infamous Arkham - that would remain to house those deemed criminally insane, the last man standing. My legs were shaking as we climbed the old stone steps to the administration tower, deeply apprehensive about walking into a place with such a devastating history.

"Why here?" I asked, feeling as though I was physically unable to go any further.

I was fixed to the last step, muscles taught and twitching as I turned to look back towards the blinking lights of the city down the hill.

"Until I know who is compomised, I can't go back to the usual places, even my men don't know about this one," he muttered.

"But, why here?" I said, clutching onto my carboard box with white kuckles, still not getting it.

He turned around frowning at me from the shadowy entrance hall.

"This place is..." I trailed off.

"Haunted?" he said sounding unconvinced.

"Well, that's what people say. I don't really believe in ghosts but - there was so much suffering and death here. It's like I can feel it."

He stepped back out into the moonlight.

"You can... feel it?" He asked, sounding perplexed.

"And you don't?" I questioned, equally disbelieving.

We stared at each other for a moment before he broke first and put his good arm around my shoulder.

"Ah come on, you, uh, aren't gonna let some silly little urban legend scare you. You'll be fine," he urged, strong arming me through the door.

My eyes strained to adjust in the darkness, and I was desperate not to look too long at anything, for fear of seeing something that would set me into a panic. I knew J could tell just how afraid I was. Compared to other times I'd managed to fight back my fear, or bury it, here I felt completely taken over by it. I wondered what his thoughts about that were. He let his arm slide down off of my back and instead roughly grasped my hand in his. With a yank he pulled me further into the darkness.

"C'mere, just follow," he said, commanding in tone - but not barking orders like I'd seen him do to his men.

I let him lead me up the central staircase and left, down a long hallway with a run of open doors. They had once been single rooms, cells really, many with the old metal bedframes still inside. The doors all had a small observation window in them and there was something so eery about the seemingly endless hallway full of them hanging open.

"This central section was the last part to shut down," J said as we finally hit the end of the hall and entered a stairwell. The opening between the floors was caged all round, I guessed to stop anyone jumping. It made the space claustrophobic as we clambered up to the next floor. I could see one of the other hallways we passed the entrance for was in a worse state - with a bowed floor and the start of a collapse at the far end. I wondered how long it would take for all four levels of each wing to collapse through to the ground. One day the building would be less of a corpse and more of a skeleton; walls without a roof, completely open to the sky.

"So, parts of it look untouched, aside from the usual vandalism," he continued casually as we came to a stop at a remarkably clean room. The ones on this floor were a little larger, as they had clearly housed four beds, the frames of which were haphazardly shoved into one corner, lying in a tangled mess. On the opposite side of the room, there was a stack of old palettes, like the kind you'd use a forklift to shift. On top of the stack was a double mattress, and a dust sheet tucked over the top. J tugged away the plastic sheeting to reveal the bed, complete with duvet and pillows, and a garish patchwork quilt screwed up on top.

"Give me a hand," he motioned.

Since he didn't have use of both of his, I shook and then straightened out the sheets for him. I failed to hide my surprise at the fact that the bed seemed very clean.

"What, did you expect me to sleep on some piss-stained mattress that a squatter left behind, to use mouldy blankets left over from the hospital?" He scoffed.

"No... I don't know. None of this makes sense to me..." I sighed.

He kicked off his shoes and sat down on the mattress.

"What if I need the bathroom?"

"Two doors down to the left," he said jovially.

"Is it a bucket?"

"No. The city left the water connected to the central building and after a lot of finger pointing as to whose responsibility it was to fix it, no one did," he grinned flopping down onto the bed.

"Sure sounds like Gotham to me," I mumbled in dry amusment.

"There's no hot water of course. No heating," he added.

"Of course," I echoed bitterly, pulling the coat tighter around me and gritting my teeth against the cold.

He put his good arm behind his head so that his elbow pointed skyward.

"So, where am I supposed to sleep?" I asked.

"Don't play coy princess, you're smarter than that," he said, looking me up and down.

My lips pulled into a thin line as I resisted the urge to argue back. He was trying to get a rise out of me when he called me that and I knew it. Instead, slowly, I inched closer and sat on the extreme end of the bed. I took the whiskey bottle out of my cardboard box for another swig, the initial burning sensation giving way to a pleasant warmth in my cold chest. I set the bottle down again carefully.

Patience not being one of his virtues, if he had any at all, he suddenly grabbed me and pulled me down onto the mattress beside him. Instinctually, I began to struggle.

"Hey. Hey," he said relinquishing his grip on me, "I'm just stopping you from catching hypothermia. God you're so stubborn," he muttered, throwing the covers over both of us with me still bundled up in the heavy coat. It was immediately warmer, which stopped me from getting up and moving away but I hated that he was right.

"Do you always sleep with your shoes on?" He asked, breaking the oppressive silence that had fallen over us.

"What?" I breathed, screwing my face up into a frown of confusion.

"This is the second time."

I finally realised what he was getting at.

"Oh, no. At the apartment I wanted to be ready to run if I had to. Here, you didn't give me a chance to take them off!" I grumbled, awkwardly unlacing the boots beneath the covers and kicking them out into the cold.

I was positioned as far away from his side as I could manage without falling out, and turned to face him, deciding it was better to be able to see him than not. His rain soaked hair was pulling into individual waves and curls as it began to dry out a little. My head was cold and acheing from my own damp hair.

He made a little show of placing the handgun i'd stolen from the police down by his side of the bed - making it obvious I couldn't get to it without clambering over him. I stuffed both frozen hands into my into my pant pockets for warmth, and I realised the screw driver and his knife were nestled there. I subtly slipped them under the mattress on my side; he didn't need to know I had either of those. He rolled his eyes at my defensive behaviour and leisurely rolled over to face the wall.

The light of the almost full moon cast strange, stretched out shadows through the tall windows and the room was awash with weak silver light. Everything looked translucent and ghostly. I would try to stay awake as long as I could, not able to trust my companion.

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[boonsmoon]

Here I'll throw ya one. On another blog, they were chatting about Raditz with a crush, and now it's all I can think about. In most fics I've read he boinks Reader/Whoever pretty fast (and those fics are amazing and I love every bit of it), but I have been super curious about what it'd look like for him to slowly open up to and get a crush. How he'd act and all that.

Would he be all tsundere and deny it? Would he try and woo us (and probably fail miserably)?

i literally love this?? brainrotting over it now Raditz my beloved <3 im gonna bsffr, this was a self-indulgent piece

Request Chungus ML Dragon Ball ML Raditz x f!reader Genres: Headcanons|Fluff|Romantic

Raditz With A Crush

With a human crush:

so first of all- you're human, he's saiyan, and he sees a problem with this (even before the crush)

so i read on the saiyan wiki that saiyan men LOVE strong women, so you're very feisty and will absolutely butt heads with him, no questions asked

at first he's annoyed like "the AUDACITY of this human to oppose me???"

but then it kinda becomes a thing between yall and he's like "man the audacity lol" and he finds it kinda hot

more time passes and yall spend more time together before it passes the territory of "hey, friends don't do that!" and like everyone points it out (yes he survived the piccolo beam :3 or the dragon balls brought him back idk you choose)

but everyone starts to point out the staring and how he oddly is nicer to you🤨hmmmmm

at first for a few months he's like "me? with a human? grossss"

but then Goku and Vegeta are like "humans are kinda goated, we literally have kids with them" so Raditz does some self reflecting

he realizes that he'd totally get with you if you WERE a saiyan so maybe the human barrier is kinda dumb

after this conclusion he makes it his mission to make you fall madly in love with him

every fic i've read of this man portrays him as a frat boy or sex god, and while i LOVE that for him, i'm a firm believer he's an awkward loser when it comes to romance

he flirts with you but in the saiyan way and there are lots of mixed signals

"fight me!" "no?? hEY-" he's already trying to attack you :/

he eventually learns humans are "lame" and do "boring" things for romance, like movie dates or eating out (cringe, right?)

"h-hey human! wanna go to that p-place you keep talking about?" you're thinking for minute because?? THE Raditz stuttered? crazy

but he takes it wrong and assumes you don't want to, so it's a 5min argument convincing him to go💀

similar scenarios happen for a few more months and it literally eats him alive how slow this is moving, it's killing you too dw

after like a year of human dates he starts ranting because you point out that he seemed kinda tense lately

"well i don't know what i'm doing half the time on this planet, i have to live with being the weakest of my race, i can barely stand to be next to you without burning alive-" he kept ranting but your mind blanked after you heard that

with a smile you began to poke him "you likeee me" the HUMILIATION on this saiyans face "you like likeee me"

not how he hoped it'd go, but you two are very happy together :3

With a saiyan crush:

pretty sure it was in canon lore the only remaining saiyans were male, so um, you're the only surviving female, yippee?

you have many suitors to choose from, but uh, most weren't very appealing

and tbh, Vegeta was never an option, you were a peasant or whatever, so he was grossed out🤮couldn't properly carry out the royal bloodline i guess

because Raditz and you were both weak by saiyan standards, you were paired together often, strength in numbers, right?

this crush developed much faster purely because you bonded over:

similar experiences in society and on the battlefield

near death experiences bring people closer than you think

this doesnt mean he acted faster or accepted it any quicker

he was in denial at first because "she's just a friend!" hmmm ok bud

you two started getting split from each other and working with different partners which is what left him to fully realize his crush

this was mostly due to his jealousy of you spending a lot of time with someone other than him, and that he yearned for your presence often while gone

after figuring out "oh! i like her" instead of telling you, he hid it

not because he was scared no, but because he wasn't prepared for the emotional damage when one of you died and left the other to weather frieza's tyranny alone. he didn't want to be without you or leave you alone in this place

it was after he went to earth and nearly died to Kakarot and Piccolo he was like "erm, i'm gonna say something"

after making it back barely alive he eventually recovered and told you how he felt

his story of how strong earths warriors are made you question staying with the frieza force until it was safe to leave

once Vegeta and Nappa decided to invade earth, you and Raditz tagged along secretly and started to live happy lives as the weirdos next door :3

idk if i'll ever create headcanons as lengthy as these ever again

btw i have 2 Raditz fics in the works tee hee

[ketterdamskaelishprince]

ada's spectre, and why i'll likely always feel sad about it

here is the promised analysis/talk about ada's spectre. going to preface this by saying i obviously don't know the true intent behind everything and her design, i just like to look, giggle and then make sad little observations which just help me love this silly webcomic even more. so if you disagree with me on something– totally ok! i love to learn and i love to see different interpretations.

there's also a few bits i missed out because i wrote this all last night in a bit of a haze, and i cannot be bothered to expand on some of my ideas, especially when it's just stuff like "BROS SO PARANOID AND RAW RIGHT NOW".

anyways, here we go :) @mugcereal this one's for u pookie <3

so i think with ada's spectre, we first need to look at the instance as to how she gets it, because that always makes things way more sad!

to specify, she turns into her spectre at episode 69, and i think it's really sad how she does it. she basically gets a string of roasts from prospero that go along the lines of calling her "conceited" "twadry" and "... and stupid!" – effectively throwing back in ada's face what she believes everyone thinks of her.

(obviously, as a very big and glaring sidenote, i believe prospero is aro/ace or just aromantic so OBVIOUSLY i am not bashing him for this. bros told her so many times that he doesn't want to be with her, let alone to be touched. that is a flaw in ada's character and is a reminder to us on the importance of boundaries!!!!)

so, ada is basically there, collapsed on the floor in a robe– effectively showing the most intimate and private part of herself as an insecure and lonely girl. and that's when she transforms.

i think it's interesting to understand how this most likely links to her life and how she died. so we know she was killed with an axe, most likely by the man she fell in love with and worked for, and how prospero's words in this situation, hurt her just the same as the words before her death. why?

because they remind ada of what she knows and fears she is: just a stupid, fake and cheap person who will never have the same status and respect as the people she pretends to be and surrounds herself by.

i think it's also interesting that she's clutching her stomach/torso here, and correct me if i'm wrong but that could be a potential signal to the part of her that was axed to death (?). no idea if that's a good shout or not but it's what i first thought!

anyways! now we move onto her spectre design!

first of all, her spectre design eats. like just a personal side note, i love it. it's just so gorgeous and i don't care if she's terrifying to some because to ME? to me, she's my gorgeous little pookie who can scream and show people their worst fears and she looks amazing whilst she does it <3

ok anyways, actual design.

to first understand her design, i thought i'd show you what banshee's traditionally in folklore look like!

typically, they are described in two ways. the first way is a youthful women with long black hair, blue eyes and just super pale. this description could also lose the blue eyes and just keep the black hair– either way the first depiction of a banshee is a super young woman.

this is not the one we're focussing on today folks!

we're going to focus on the second depiction. a hag/ old woman, with red cheeks, a grey cloak and a green dress, often seen to be combing her hair. banshee's throughout folklore are known to wail, scream and cry when a family member had died. to most, the banshee was a sign that death was coming to your household and they are known in myths and folklore as a predictor of death.

now, hold onto the green dress and look at ada's design real quick for me.

here we see a lot of green, which yay! definitely shows signs it comes from the second depiction. i think, on top of it being a nod to the second depiction, i think it could also be an allusion to something else: jealousy.

green symbolism in media can often vary, from meaning new life, luck and also jealousy. and i think if we take in the things ada screams whilst in her spectre form, such as this from episode 82:

you see there definitely is some sort of jealousy there, but this isn't something i necessarily want to focus on, it's just an observation i made that may or may not be true!

anyways, to continue, i want to look at ada's outfit when she's a banshee. i'm going to basically be making my notes i took last night look nicer.

(keep in mind that when i wrote these, my ideas were literally bouncing off my brain and sometimes they're a bit contradictory, but i think that's the beauty of my crack theory analysis!)

i think the act of almost showing her bones to the outside, there's a level of rawness to ada we don't usually see. her spectre form essentially gives her the power to scream out her anger, and by seeing her bones it's almost as if to say this is the ada she doesn't show people. this is the ada that she keeps to herself because god forbid anybody love her (because in life and death it's become abundantly apparent to her that nobody does seem to love that ada).

but then, what i thought was also a super cool thing as how the bones almost act like a corset!

then i got sad because i looked at the bows, and because something dawned on me and it made me start to frown. there was a sad realization to me as i looked at ada's spectre design that even in this all powerful form, she hasn't lost her insecurities, they just become more prevellant. because for all of the traditional wrinkles, hag-like appearance a banshee is meant to have, ada barely has any.

obviously this could be in part to character design and stuff, and yeah probably– but let me be sad!

because ada carries her frills and bows from life here because she doesn't want to be ugly, she doesn't want to be this creeping monster who rips apart people. because if she's not got her intelligence or status or anything going for her, she has her appearance and by god she's not going to let that go to waste. so here her spectre form is, a banshee.

so what must ada do? she must takes her frills and keep her insecurities, her fears and her crippling need to be loved.

another aspect which is super interesting is the stitching on her body. one one hand, it could be an allusion to her violent death, suggesting the man she fell in love with didn't just stop at axing her once, but just kept on fucking going (which, you know: fuck you, whoever you are).

but on the other hand, it could be a metaphor for ada's thinly veiled facade she puts on of being a prim and proper lady (which we actually, interestingly enough, see she looses a lot the more time she spends with montresor– opting to take parts of his language like "ain't" and "beggin'". this sort of leads on from previous ideas people have made of ada willing to change herself to be loved. she swaps civility for the wild wild west all for a bit of love).

ada offers up parts of herself in this metaphor. that's what she always does. she offers herself to the rich man she fell in love with, she offers herself up to prospero (again, look at the. side note. bro wasn't wrong for rejecting her he literally can't like her) and she offers herself up to the acolytes and she fucking barks for them (because i'm not over that).

piece by piece, she strips away everything she is until she literally is just skin and bone. and once she's torn herself apart, she needs to stitch herself back together– because it's against the facade she's put on to look so broken and messy. and so she repeats the cycle again, giving more and more until she is literally hanging on by a thread.

her powers are also super cool. traditionally, as i said, banshees wail when a family member is soon to die/has died, and is often like an omen/predictor of death. so yeah, ada having a banshee scream makes sense. but the whole 'fear itself' is also super cool. i kind of like that she has this– because its sort of satisfying for her, the girl who's been pushed over but still comes running back, to watch as people become paralysed with fear. idk, retribution or whatever.

i'm going to leave you with this not very profound thing i wrote last night (and then just some other mumblings):

i think that although spectres are super powerful and also just a very fantastic concept, they're also fragile. spectres are quite literally the monster inside of you. yet here ada's monster is, and with all her bows and revamped dress of a banshee (or potentially an allusion to her life as a maid) she tries desperately to be anything but that. because to here it's ugly and it's too much of her on display. and with some much of you on display comes the very fear that if you are hated, disliked or something repulsive, you no longer have anything to blame on anybody else. you just have yourself to blame.

(as morella says here in episode 88).

i'm not saying ada isn't deeply flawed, because she is. she has so much fucking baggage and insecurities that they literally forbid her from doing the right thing sometimes. i don't think she's a good person, but i also think that she has the opportunity to be a good person/ do a semi-good/ non-bad thing, and all she has to do is take it. but i also think it's nice how that's shown in her spectre design.

and, you know, if none of this makes sense, that's also fine!

anyways, yeah. somebody tell me never to make a random analysis at night again because it's a bit of a bitch to translate in the morning.

[girlwithwolftatoo]

What is chained -Chapter 1

Summary: There was a dream named Rome, and saving it doesn't always mean to chop heads off.

Words: 1677

Characters: Marcus Acacius, emperor Geta, emperor Caracalla and others.

Chapter 1: Taraxia -Disturbance

Any man who has been to sea knows that, when a storm approaches, it is preceded by a shivering calm where silence and stillness are only the desperate cry of an inevitable terror. The air becomes salty, suffocating, the sails hang lifeless, the oars are stowed. And so Acacius thought of his own ship as the slaves loaded their belongings into a wide cart, pulled by a beautiful Gaul steed with its shaggy ankles and curly mane. Lucilla watched, paralyzed with anger from the porch, her hands wringing a sprig of lavender as she struggled not to cry. Her father said that what a free man earns should not be taken from him without cause, but her brother would have sadly agreed with his successors, those two little red-haired devils. Acacius turned away, once he had signaled to the servants that they could retire, and approached the woman with what he considered a reassuring face, which he well knew was not going to do much good. It broke his heart to provoke her to so much distress, but he knew, for that is only learned through years of iron and blood, that refusal would have been worse. “I'll be fine,” he told her, reaching out a hand to stroke her face. Lucilla closed her eyes, bowing her head over the powerful hand that tried to comfort her “Listen, give me a week, two maybe, I'll send messages in the meantime and then… I'll negotiate with the senate. They'll be reasonable, once they see results.”

Lucilla sighed, looking at him defeated. “I never wished this for you, and look at you…you're being sent into the jaws of wolves.” “I'll be able to handle them, you trust, don't you trust me?” he said it lightly, smiling, but his wife didn't play along. “When you raise your sword I do not fear for you, but these… enemies… how will you defend yourself if…?” “With the senate. One word from me and they will regret it. Please…” he added in desperation, giving her a kiss on the cheek, "trust, I know what I'm doing, or at least Gracchus does.’ It was all part of a defensive plan, Acacius said to himself after saying goodbye to Lucilla, riding with his things in the wagon that was taking him to his destiny, was that destiny? he wondered as he left his villa back to the scandal of the city. No celebrations, no making the matter public, that was the decision of the good Gracchus, a great and loyal friend of his wife and her father, so as to avoid angering the demons. It was true that in any case, the demons were already angry. Thraex was still trying in vain to reassure them when the cart stopped at the palace stables, so that Acacius barely set foot when he had clear duties to perform.

“General, I thank the gods you made it” whined the man, exiting through a double door from which could be heard shouts of two men fighting loudly. Acacius looked with exasperation at the door.

“They didn't take kindly to the news, I'm afraid.”

“No way, they're a wild beast, when I told them I thought they were going to kill me.”

Acacius was already used to Thraex hypersensitivity, so he didn't take it so seriously either, and walked through the double doors as if he had just entered an enemy barracks.

On one side, there was Geta, using one of those platters for exotic meats as a shield, and at the other end, his face so reddened that it showed under the heavy makeup, Caracalla, whose raging voice had become so high-pitched that Acacius thought he was going to summon bats.

“You can't tell me what to do!” he shrieked, waving a narrow-mouthed vase varnished in gold.

“I know, I know, I just want you to listen to me, if you keep going on like that...!”

“Do you think I care, I've never been insulted... like that...!”

Geta turned his head and met Acacius, his expression soured but he did nothing but clench his jaw, Caracalla instead dropped the vase - which shattered - and went running towards him, his brother unable to stop him; the older one clenched his muscles in case he rammed him, but the little twin was reduced to stopping a good few feet away, pointing a finger at him as he groaned:

“Et tu, Justus?”

“Calm down, you're embarrassing yourself,” Geta warned him, putting a hand on his shoulder. Acacius relaxed, he detested them both in equal parts, but ruefully admitted that the older twin was a bit more reasonable. “Your Majesties… I see the patrician Thraex has already informed you of the news in the senate.” “News? You call that news?” shrieked Caracalla, wincing ”They have mocked us, that's what they did, and you participated!” “If it wasn't me, it would have been someone else, my lord, and perhaps someone less sympathetic and more… interested in the privileges to be obtained than in the good of you and Rome” continued the general. “I don't know if you haven't noticed but we are no longer children, general” Geta rebuked him, still holding his brother ”We have ruled this empire for years, since we were very young, back then no one cared about our decisions and suddenly…” “You must understand, your majesties, that the people of Rome are no longer as they were in the time of Marcus Aurelius” at the old emperor's mention, Caracalla grimaced and Geta rolled her eyes, ”when the common people were… easily satisfied because they had all they could ask for. The empire is larger, yes, but not stronger or more prosperous.” "How are they not satisfied? We give them parties, shows, military victories, what more do they want?” hinted Geta, supported by his twin who nodded vigorously. Acacius made an effort not to change his expression, that was worse than talking to an infant.

“Yes, but none of it brings food to their tables or fire to their homes. Not all of them are nobles, or wealthy dynastic providers. That's why... that's why the senate has decided...”

“Yes, yes, we know! A curator...” The tone of contempt was not lost on the general.

“See this better as a... advisor in the face of the people” he tried. Acacius regretted not knowing how to speak with the astute finesse of politicians, just now a little lip service would do him good. “If I am always at their majesties' side and... advise them on matters of the people, nothing more, then the people will perceive you as... more... approachable.”

His brain was struggling to find the right words, and he wished he had Lucilla with him, she would surely know how to explain them better. Meanwhile, on the twins' faces there was an identical internal struggle. It was Caracalla who spoke first:

“Who was the idiot who suggested this plan? It couldn't have been you” He said it as if the very idea mortified him.

“No, I certainly don't know, the senate communicated to me only the decision... and that they voted for me as your... advisor.”

“And well, will you be glued to us at all hours? Will you follow us everywhere to tell us how to do our work, general?” asked Geta.

“Their majesties know that I don't know about politics. Of war, on the other hand...”

Yes, he thought suddenly, now that he could explain.

“Come, please, I want to show their majesties something” he requested as politely as he was able, approaching one of the exquisitely narrow windows. The twins followed him, wary. “See out there? Beyond those marble statues and those white steps…that's Rome, your subjects. Tell me, if you were down there, like them, arguing in the marketplace over the prices of a bit of garum and taking your boots to be darned for the third time in the year, how would you feel?” None answered, it seemed too existential a question for their brains. “The enemy can become an ally, if conquered…and it must not always be through violence. You want those people at your feet? You will have to win them back. That's what I'm here for.” The thought brought a strange smile to the twins' faces. Geta, the sharpest, nodded. “Ah, I understand… you'll make them love us, won't you? They adore you, how they get when they see you marching in your chariot! They almost deafen us, don't they?” he asked, turning to Caracalla. “Oh yes, good General Justus, they would make you emperor if they could…” he added with venom.

"Well then, if your majesties would offer your help, I could… well, I would take this matter very seriously. My duty…” he felt a shudder as he said it, "is for Rome to love you once more." That seemed to be enough for Geta, at least he was calmer. Caracalla however continued to insist. “What's in it for you, general? You already have a beautiful house, a noble wife, a superb horse… what more could you want?” Acacius thought it was amusing that the boy spoke to him as if he could bargain. “I do it for Rome, the people I swore to protect and glorify. Nothing more.” “Well… they certainly haven't announced the matter with fanfare” Geta commented, thoughtfully ”We would have expected you to arrive with full honors, a little party for your appointment…”

“No way, I'm not doing it for my own benefit and besides, it would be improper for me to have a party for such a thing. Too many parties would anger the people.”

“Especially since they are not invited” reasoned Caracalla with a silly chuckle ”Yes, yes, that's all very well, I think we can survive this. Don't overdo it, General, and I don't see why we shouldn't get along.”

“Excellent.”

Acacius took his leave, in order to go to his assigned quarters. Part of being curatormeant that he had to live in the palace, the one thing he abhorred most about that job; if Lucilla wasn't so friendly with Gracchus he would punch him in the face for getting him into that mess, but he would have time to ruminate on his frustration, perhaps later in the bath when he could relax as well. For now he had to go back to being the general, and come up with a strategy for this unequal war.

[howlingday]

Just woke up in a cold sweat remembering the brawl Eren and Jean have halfway through S3 of AoT and then reimagining it as Nora and Yang.

Cue Nora getting absolutely clocked by Yang for making a horse face joke.

"Look, I'm not saying joining Beacon without aura was a good idea, but I mean, I like to this of it as another learning experience to make me into a better huntsman. After all, if I learned it earlier, I would have just relied on it..."

Nora glared across the table as her leader prattled on. His voice was annoying, but not as annoying as the two sisters sitting on the other side, gossiping and giggling about becoming huntresses. Every word the older sister said made her want to puke.

"See, if you use low-impact rounds to take off and shift to high-impact in mid-air as you land, you can conserve ammo for when the real fight stars!"

"Wow... That's pretty advanced, even for me..." The younger of the two said.

"What can I say, I've got a sixth sense for these kinds of things." She leaned over, putting her attention on Ren as he quietly ate. "Among other things~." She got louder as she boasted even more. "You gotta do the strut to make the cut! Only the best of the best get assigned to Beacon Academy staff!"

"Yeah." Ruby smiled, her cheeks flushing with joy. "Working here, helping the next generation become better huntresses than we are. There's nothing more noble than that." She lifted her mug of milk to her lips.

"Man, shut up, Ruby!" With a heavy hand, Yang slapped her sister's back, making her spill milk onto herself. "We're not at Signal anymore, so you can cut the childish bullshit. Nobody cares about things like nobility and honor around here. You just want to work at Beacon so you can have the easy life, kicking back while you let everyone else do all the heavy lifting~."

"Th-That's not true!" Ruby yelped, milk dripping down her chin. "That's not me at all~!"

"You're both so fucking pathetic." Ruby and Yang turned to Nora. "Heavy lifting? The only heavy lifting you've ever done was pick up a text-book. My heavy lifting was pushing a support beam off of me so I didn't get crushed after the Grimm destroyed my village. And where were your Beacon staff then?"

"Oh, yeah?" Yang sneered as Nora lifted her mug of juice to her lips. "Got somethin' to say, sweetheart? I'm right here."

"Yang Xiao Long, the girl with more boobs than brains... Besides," Nora gave a snarky grin, "I don't think the students would care for that horse-face of yours~."

Students from other tables heard this and snickered. Yang wasn't laugh. "Cute."

"You've got it backwards. You want to get the best grades for killing Grimm so Beacon will hire you to never see one!"

"What, and getting ripped apart on the outside is much better? Thanks, but I'll pass. Better to play the game then get played with by the Grimm."

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?!" If Nora was angry before, she was livid now, standing as she slammed her palms and rose to challenge her opponent. "YOU FUCKING TRAMP?!"

"BRING IT ON, YOU LITTLE BITCH!" Yang met the challenge with her own barking, getting in Nora's face.

"N-Nora, calm down!" Jaune weakly called as Nora grabbed Yang's uniform.

"Ladies, please," Ren placed his arms between the two warring women, "this is hardly the time or place." He gingerly took Nora's hand from Yang's lapel, something Yang took notice of. Nora seemed to calm under her partner's gaze.

"YOU THINK YOU'RE BETTER THAN ME?!" Yang grabbed hold of Nora's uniform.

"RIP UP MY COAT AND YOU'RE DEAD!" Nora shouted back.

"I DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOUR UNIFORM! YOU PISSED ME OFF!"

"WHAT, ARE YOU ACTUALLY CRAZY?!" Suddenly, Nora noticed the other students staring at her. Cardin, Coco, Blake; they were all sizing her up- No, sizing THEM up, her and Yang. Yang had something to prove to these people, to herself. And if that didn't sound too damn familiar to her. She'd apologize later for this.

Stepping away and lowering her body, Nora grabbed hold of the off-balance Yang, twisting herself before throwing the blonde girl overhead and slamming her into the ground. Blake gave a small gasp as she recognized her move being used by the same person she used it on not long ago.

"Damn..." Yang picked herself up, rubbing her head. "What the hell was that move?!"

"Little something I picked up this afternoon while you were stuffing yourself with your hay and oats." Nora answered, glaring down at the brawler beneath her. "You actually think being on Beacon's staff is your ticket to the good life? You're not huntress. You're not even a horse. YOU'RE A YORSE-FACED PET."

The tension was thick in the air as no one spoke about what just happened. It wasn't broken until the door to the cafeteria opened slightly, a grisly green eye glaring at the girls and boys. Professor Goodwitch's voice cut the air like her crop.

"Would someone care to explain what all the noise I heard just now was?" She asked, her anger smothering any sweet tone she tried to pass off. "I do hope everything is alright."

Yang and Nora quickly returned to their seats, but Goodwitch remained. If the room was quiet before, it was silent as the grave now. Eventually, the professor would enter, demanding the students to answer her, slapping her crop hard enough to break the table, until someone broke and confessed. And the one to do it was Ren.

"Pyrrha shit herself just now, ma'am." Pyrrha gasped in horror.

"I should have know." Pyrrha gasped even more so in horror. "Learn some self-control, for Brother's sakes."

[petalsprompts]

𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐄; 𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙵𝚄𝚁𝙴𝚃𝙰: 𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍'𝚜 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝

change  pronouns,  tenses  and  other  details  as  deemed  necessary. &  please  specify  muse  when  sending  to  a  mumu.

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋.

Thanks  for  all  the  help.  I  owe  you  one.

Sorry.  Looks  like  I  had  you  worried  to  death.

You've  done  well  to  survive  the  trials  and  make  it  here.

You  have  my  word,  we'll  be  back. Don't worry, okay?

Hey,  [Name],  let's  stay  here  for  a  while.

It  might  just  be  us  against  the  world  on  this  journey.

Listen,  we're  gonna  kill  that  thing  and  survive.

Just  please  don't  use  it  for  evil.

Why  exactly  are  you  locked  down  here?

𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓.

They  need  time  to  heal  from  their  grief  and  terror!

If  things  become  too  tough  to  bear  and  it  hurts  too  much  to  carry  alone,  you  can  always  cry  on  my  shoulder.

You're  here?  Are you  real?  I... I  thought  I'd  been  abandoned  again.

They  just  saw  one  of  their  friends  die!

Oh,  God,  I  just  wanted  to  protect  her/him/them.  And  I  failed.  How  can  I  live  with  that?

I  thought  I'd  be  alone  in  the  dark  again...

I  told  you  before,  I  don't  give  a  crap  about  what  happens  to  this  world.

This  loss  was  unfortunate,  indeed.

We  can't  let  the  death  of  our  comrade  hold  us  back  forever!

We  may  not  have  enough  lives  saved  up  to  survive  this.

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 + 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

All  of  me  is  yours,  [Name],  so  there's  no  reason  to  be  shy;  take  a  look.

I  love  how  kind  you  are.

I'll never let go of you hand.

I'll  protect  you,  and  you'll  protect  me.

My  beloved.

But I want you to look.

I  wasn't  afraid  of  anything,  until  I  thought  of  a  world  without  you.

Of  course  I'll  be  fine,  I  have  you.  That's  all  I  need  to  be  happy.

Whatever  path  you're  on,  I'll  follow  it  with  you.

I  don't  care  about  anything  else,  just  you.

Now,  little  miss  [Name],  I  think  I  told  you  I  was  gonna  bathe  alone,  didn't I?

𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂.

Using  an  enchantment  to  try  to  force  me  to  experience  my  own  personal  hell?  That's  pretty  intense.

O  heavenly  blessing,  lend  them  your  strength!

It's  like  something's  being  imprinted  onto  my  mind.

They're  not  slower,  you  just  got  faster!

Looks  like  that  magic  circle  is  connected  to  the  surface.

When  I  give  the  signal,  cast  Azure  Blaze.

Oh,  also  it  seems like  I've  learned  a  new  kind  of  magic  —  Ancient  Magic.

I  need  your  magic  to  help  me.

Huh,  I  guess  Ancient  Magic  is  more  compatible  with  some  casters  than  others.

Oh God, it's  a  Behemoth...