#lovely night for a walk

[chasseurdeloup]

Lovely Night for a Walk || Sofie and Kaden

TIMING: Before The Sound of Silence LOCATION: Mistwood Park PARTIES: @sofiedupont and @chasseurdeloup SUMMARY: Kaden runs into Sofie while definitely not out hunting.

Usually, Sofie hated silence. But sometimes she simply needed to get as far away from everything as she possibly could. She couldn’t explain why, but the answer for her had always been cemeteries. 

She supposed it was the peace that they promised. The eternal resting place for those who had slipped off their mortal coil. There was usually nothing to disturb her other than the occasional song of a nightingale. Sofie sat beneath a tree near someone’s headstone who was only a few years younger than she was. She supposed that was also part of it- the irony of it. She belonged in a place like this. It was easier to remember that now that the grand party that had been the Fleur de Sang was over. She belonged beneath a tree thousands of miles away from this town. But she had thumbed her nose at death, and had been running from it for centuries now.

Sofie sighed, letting the night air fill her lungs. Then a scent caught the breeze. Someone was there. She plucked a rock from the ground and placed it atop the headstone as she stood up. Goodbye for now, friend. She forced herself to jump when she heard a twig snap nearby. “You startled me, I didn’t think anyone else was here.”

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Kaden didn’t typically frequent cemeteries, at least not if he didn't have to. The perks of not being a slayer. Most of them were dark and old and musty, not a place he really enjoyed. Still, he helped out with a few necrophages now and then. More hellhounds and gwyllgi had died by his hand than he could count at this point. On his way home from a “walk” (hunt) in the woods, he had every intention of passing right by the cemetery and ignoring it.

Instead, he turned and walked inside the gates. He sensed something in the area, though he couldn’t say what. Then again, in this town it felt like the hairs on the back of his arms were permanently standing on edge. There were so many monsters and shapeshifters, his hunter sense all got muddled and blurred. Not to mention living with a werewolf sure threw him off balance. So in all likelihood, there was no supernatural beast waiting for him in the cemetery, but it didn’t hurt to check. 

The place was huge, definitely not some old rundown graveyard that he was used to seeing. This almost felt like a park built around the memorials and tombstones lining the paths. A sensation shot down his spine and Kaden pivoted towards it. Knowing his luck, it was only going to be an agropelter. Even so, he tried to be as quiet as possible. Turning the corner, he took a sharp breath when he saw he wasn’t alone. Merde. Kaden started to back away – go finish his hunt elsewhere – when a twig snapped beneath his shoe. Shit. 

So much for walking away. “Uh, yeah, sorry,” he said, stumbling over his words. “I didn’t think anyone else was here, either. Kind of late and all.” He still had half a mind to walk away then, but what if the monster he sensed was something much more dangerous than a little chickcharney? Putain. He couldn’t just leave her here to fend for herself. Guess the hunt was over before it started. “What brings you out here this time of night?”

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“I suppose I just lost track of the time.” A shrug of the shoulders and she all but dismissed how late it was. Sofie had to imagine there were people doing stranger things than hanging out in cemeteries after hours. After all, this one was practically a park that had a dual purpose as people’s final resting place. 

“It’s quiet.” She explained simply with a smile. It was a rare thing, for Sofie to crave a moment of solitude. She almost always preferred the company of others. It was easy to get lost in the stories and lives of others and let any of her own worries slip away. But sometimes the noise didn’t help. On those rare occasions, she’d slip off someplace quiet, and she had found cemeteries offered the peace she needed. “It’s easier to think out here. They’re not going to judge me.” She said, waving to the headstone she’d been sat next to. “What are you doing out here so late?” She asked, turning the question back on the stranger. 

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Her voice sounded like she had money, or at least grew up around people who did. Or maybe she just had manners, Kaden couldn’t say one way or the other beyond the fact that it sounded proper. “Guess that can happen,” he said, trying to feel if whatever set off his hunter senses was still around. It was about the same as it was when he’d stepped into this part of the cemetery. Good. Granted, he’d lost the trail a little, hard to say what direction it was going in. By all accounts, he should go follow it, leave this whole weird interaction behind. Right, how was he going to explain that? And keep her from following and out of the cemetery? Putain.

“I can’t argue with that,” Kaden said with a nod. He was turning his head, trying to look for any sign of any supernatural creatures or necrophages lurking around in addition to trying to spot the fastest way out of there. “Huh?” her question caught him off guard. Merde. How was he going to explain running around a cemetery at night with knives, a pistol, and a machete hanging from his belt. “Oh, uh, I’m… out for a walk. Here. Because…” Putain, he should have stopped talking while he was ahead. “Fastest way home. Cutting through here just saves some time.” He had no idea if that was even remotely true but it sounded like it could be, right?

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He was a bit rough around the edges, wasn’t he? Sofie supposed that it might also just be that she’d startled him by being in a cemetery in the evening. She supposed there were a great number of scary stories that began in such a fashion. He smelled normal enough- probably just some human out late in the evening. Nothing really to worry about. Except for the veritable artillery he had strapped about his waist. Now that could present a problem. But given the fact that he hadn’t simply attacked her and politely attempted to remove her head so she would become a very old pile of dust, she had to assume she was safe from that sharp looking machete. For now. 

She glanced over her shoulder further into the cemetery. It might not be a lie, she supposed. It wasn’t as though she’d scoped every inch of the cemetery, so she wasn’t sure if there were homes surrounding the property. It was a strange enough town that Sofie supposed it was possible- probably, even. She let the thought go as she nodded. “Fair enough. The shortest distance between two points being a straight line, and all that.” Except it probably wouldn’t be a straight line if he had to move around headstones and mausoleums. “That for cutting your way through the bushes?” She teased, nodding to the machete. She knew she shouldn’t bring attention to it, but she figured any sane person would. Or anyone who would be voted most likely to die first in one of those horror films today's youth seemed so keen on watching in the cinemas.

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“What?” Kaden had to look down to follow the path of her eye line, straight to the machete. “Putain de merde,” he mumbled under his breath. “Right, that. I…” He reached up to rub the nape of his neck, trying to pull some sort of excuse out of thin air. “I mentioned I was animal control, right? Sometimes I need to get to some pretty strange places. Gotta cut through. Branches and bushes. And things.” Kaden wasn’t too sure how plausible that was considering that, in his experience, the weapon was a lot handier with monsters than animals. 

“Not to mention, you never know when you’re going to run into trouble in this town,” he added, “Doesn’t hurt to be prepared.” He watched her, wondering if she was aware of all the strange going-ons in town and to what extent. Most people seemed to handwave it all easily enough. If he hadn’t grown up seeing the same reactions time and time again, it’d be nearly unbelievable the sheer amount of denial one place could harbor. A familiar chill ran down his spine again and his hand went to the handle of his weapon as he glanced around them, looking for the source. Merde. He’d forgotten he wasn’t alone, instincts had taken over. He managed to redirect his hand to his front pocket, trying to make it look natural enough. “So, uh, anyway, which way are you headed?”

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Sofie’s eyebrows shot up at the expression, and she failed to conceal an amused snort. “Manners, Monsieur.” The vampire chided, amusement still hanging in her voice. “The dead will roll over in their graves with talk like that.” She shook her head at his explanation. “No, you neglected to mention that part.” She supposed that made sense. Some people let their property get turned into tangles of vines and thorns, and something that sharp would probably be the easiest way to get past. 

And then of course there was the fact that this was Wicked’s Rest. Sofie shuddered to think of what sort of creature might require a knife that large. At least she was armed with Cassius’s knife now. It was a comfort to know she wouldn’t be relying solely on running any longer. So long as she followed through on taking lessons from Metzli. Her eyebrow raised a quarter of an inch as she watched his hand float onto the handle of the blade. She didn’t smell anything off. Perhaps he was just skittish? She hoped as much. While she did have a knife tucked safely away in the pocket of her skirt, she did not want to use it. She looked around at his question, and the corners of her mouth were towed downward as if by tiny anchors. “That is a marvelous question. The exit? I don’t quite remember the way I came in, and I’m a bit turned around in the dark.” It was a half truth- she could see just fine in the darkness, but she truly couldn’t remember which direction she’d come from. “Do you know which direction the nearest way out is?”

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Kaden’s face scrunched in confusion as she scolded him. “Right, uh, je suis désolé, mademoiselle.” Did that just really happen? Did he just get scolded like a child? “I think they’ll recover. Probably not the worst they heard.” He had to wonder where she learned French swear words. He’d only been in town for so long, they couldn’t have caught on that fast. “I’m actually a little shocked you knew what I was saying. Most around here don’t.” Which was fine by him. As strange as it was to not speak his native language as often as he used to, he didn’t mind when people had no idea he was cursing (and sometimes insulting them) under his breath. At least most people had no idea he was swearing. 

His focus fell from his lingering hunter senses as she spoke. “I guess that’s what happens when you wander into cemeteries at night.” Whatever it was that was out there, he wasn’t about to leave her here to find out by herself. Kaden had to wonder if this was how a lot of residents of Wicked’s Rest died – lost in the cemeteries at night. It was hard to see at times, even for him and seeing in darkness wasn’t a huge issue for him. “It should be this way,” he said pointing towards the left. “I can pretend I have some manners and walk you out. If you want.” 

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A delighted laugh left her at another sound of the place she called home for so long. “Ne t'inquiète pas mon ami, ne t'inquiète pas.” She chirped, happy to speak the language once again. “I lived in France for many years. You pick up a thing or two after a while.” Sofie explained. And after a few centuries, you picked up even more. 

Her smile grew sheepish and she shrugged as if to say what can you do?  “You may have a point there.” She wasn’t scared to be alone in the night, but she supposed someone with a beating heart would be, so she made sure to play the part. Her mind wandered back to previous evenings, and that was enough to make her shiver. “Yes please,” Sofie said gratefully. If that slayer came back, he likely wouldn’t finish the job if it looked as though he were attacking an innocent young woman. “And I was only teasing.” She grinned. “My brother had a far worse mouth on him than you- nearly every other word out of him was a swear.”

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“That explains it,” Kaden replied in French. “I’m from Lyon, just moved here pretty recently. It’s definitely been an adjustment.” He hadn’t let himself think much about home or change or let himself miss anything, at least as much as he could. It wasn’t worth dwelling on, it would only dredge up too many other things with it. He didn’t have time for that. 

“Ladies first,” he said, holding his hand out in a gesture allowing her to take the lead, exaggerating his movements. If she was going to tease, he could follow suit. “That so?” he asked as they walked along the path towards the– well, one of the exits. He didn’t actually know if where they were headed was actually closer to the cabin or farther away. Guess he’d have to figure that out later. “See I try to make a good impression when I can. Have to keep the cursing to every other sentence at first, you know?” Thankfully his hunter senses weren’t getting any stronger. They weren’t letting up exactly, either. Putain. The wind whistled through the trees, the only break in the lingering silence. “So, where’s your brother now? He in town?” That was how small talk worked, right? 

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The location clicked in her mind. Hadn’t she recently chatted with someone online from Lyon? “I lived in the Val de Loire. Near Amboise.” It had been like something out of a fairytale, and it lived on as such in her memory. The name of the town brought a wistful smile to Sofie’s face. “It is lovely here, but it’s definitely a change of pace.” 

She laughed, tilting in a half-curtsy before continuing on the path. “Merci,” Sofie walked along, hopefully in the direction of an exit. She didn’t particularly care which. The wistfulness left her smile at the question, but she managed to keep it from dissolving entirely. “Ah,” she cleared her throat and shook her head. “No. No, it is just me here. I almost miss all his swearing. ” I miss it constantly. She didn’t offer an explanation, but didn’t close off the line of questioning  either. “And what about you? Any family in town?”

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Val de Loire? Wait a minute, someone else mentioned there. And Amboise. Kaden narrowed his eyes, working to piece the puzzle together. “Wait, are you the one with the crabs?” Huh, maybe that wasn’t the best way to phrase it. “I mean, in your vase. I think we talked earlier. About those. And coffee.” Putain, he didn’t need to make himself look like more of an idiot than he was. “Anyway, yeah, pretty different here than France. Some parts are nicer.” Like the distance from his sister. “Some parts, less so.” Like the cheese.

Kaden nodded. “I know the feeling.” Sort of. As much as he hated Keira, he missed her. Or at least the version of her that would make silly masks for them both every Purim. He wasn’t sure she existed anymore. “My sister, she’s still in France. But, uh, my cousins are here. That’s why I came.” Not that he knew them as well as he felt like he should to be the guy crashing on their couch. Even so, something was still there, something shared that he couldn’t name that bound them together. It was enough. “You been here long?”

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Sofie blinked a minute, before it clicked into place in her mind. “Yes! That is me!” She exclaimed. Every day that passed over the years had taught her the world was an incredibly small place. She had figured it would be only a matter of time until she came across the person she’d spoken to online. “That can be said of anywhere I believe. I do miss it from time to time. Especially the coffee.”

It must have been nice, she thought, to have people nearby. Even cousins. To have familiar people. She supposed she was slowly collecting something akin to it. The more undead she came across and befriended, the more she felt less alone. And that was they key, she’d found, to making immortality worthwhile. Companionship. Sofie shook her head. “In town? No, not terribly long. I only arrived a little under a month ago. I’ve been in the country for a few years though.” It wasn’t entirely a lie. A little under a century wasn’t a terribly long time in the grand scheme of things. 

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“The coffee and pastries are on top of the list of things I miss,” Kaden agreed with a small smile. Maybe he would get used to the absurd amount of sugar used on this side of the pond. Yeah, probably not. Still, there was something a little comforting about having someone else in town who was also new and had lived in the same part of the world, even if there was a gap in time there. 

They turned a corner and Kaden could see the pathway that led to the exit just ahead but as soon as they faced it, a chill swept down his spine. It was here, whatever monster he had been tracking. Had to be. He paused and held his hand out to let her know to slow down. “I think we might not be al–” 

The hunter barely got the sentence out when a black flash of fur launched itself at his head, screeching on the way down. “Putain! Fucking hell, merde!” he shouted while flailing to get the creature, whatever it was off of him. He felt tiny teeth on his ear and smacked at the source, missing as it slinked away and slapped his head instead. Kaden was about to grab hold of the thing when it leapt off him and towards his current companion. Shit. 

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She slowed, confused as he held a hand out. The sentence hadn’t finished before a squirrel from hell flew onto his head. Sofie yelped in surprise. Wide eyed surprise allowed her to take in the situation. Her initial instinct upon seeing the flying ball of black fuzz had been that it was a squirrel. Watching as it scrambled around the man’s head, it was evident that it was no such thing. “Merde-“ 

Sofie bent to snatch a stray stick off the ground, hoping she could use it to poke the little beast off. This had been the wrong decision apparently, as her fingers had just closed around the stick when the screeching and chittering got closer, and she felt fur and little paws on her head, moving down onto her back.

The vampire shrieked, a string of swears leaving her mouth as the not-squirrel crawled around to her front. Sofie tried to whack it off with the stick, but it’s little hands grabbed it with a strength that didn’t match its small stature, yanking the improvised weapon from her hands. “What the hell?!”

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Fucking agropelter. This little piece of shit wasn’t even what set off his senses. He could still feel them ringing out but he sure as shit couldn’t focus on them while the fucking fae squirrel was fucking there. “Putain de merde!” Kaden turned to his current companion to see if she was okay and saw the stick she’d been using flying to the side. She was lucky that wasn’t her entire hand. 

What a fucking time to be without any iron weapons. Sure, he should be prepared for anything, but he still wasn’t a fucking warden and an iron knife took space away from carrying something else that was usually more useful. Kaden grabbed a plain-old knife from his belt and reached out with his free hand to try and yank the creature away from her. Piece of shit was fast and leapt away from the hunter’s grip onto his arm. He tried to shake it away and it only crawled onto his other shoulder. “Goddamnit!” He couldn’t stab it like this, all he’d do was stab himself. Kaden looked to his left and tried to shrug the argopelter to his other shoulder before slamming it into the tree next to him. 

That was going to fucking hurt in the morning. Hell, it hurt now. “Did I get it?” 

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Sofie didn’t like that a creature a fraction of her size could wrench something from her hands like it was nothing. The fact that it was scrabbling all over her companion was worse. If it could do that to a stick, what would it do to a limb?

She looked around for something to throw at the little bastard when the man pulled out a knife. But how was he going to stab something that was on his back? Her question was answered quickly enough as the man launched himself into a tree. There was a little squeak from the creature, but silence followed. “I think so,” Sofie said softly, creeping her way around to catch a glimpse. “It looks like you knocked it out… Are you alright?”

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Kaden rubbed his shoulder as he looked down at the limp body of the agropelter sprawled on the ground. The hunter crouched down, leaning over to try and listen, check if he could hear a heartbeat. He had learned to filter sound and was usually able to ignore most things his enhanced hearing picked up, but now he was concentrating. He could hear the wind through the branches, crickets chirping, and a small, faint heartbeat coming from the small creature. Alive. But knocked out, like she said.

That wasn’t what made his brows knit together. It was what he didn’t hear that surprised him. Kaden wanted to shoot a glance up at the woman standing next to him, but he refrained, keeping his eyes on the monster on the ground. He wasn’t listening for its pulse anymore. He was hoping that he was mistaken. He was hoping that if he listened a little harder, he would hear a thumping sound coming from her chest.

Only, there was nothing. 

Putain de merde.

Kaden stood up and nodded. “Yeah, I’m alright. I’ve had worse. At least nothing dislocated.” He didn’t know what to do now. He didn’t even know what sort of undead he was dealing with, if he was even correct in his assumption. There was no point in making any move. Not now. He just had to keep acting normal. Like nothing had changed. He could do that. He could definitely do that. “Uh, what about you? Did it, uh, bite you or anything?”

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Sofie watched and waited as the man stooped over the creature that was decidedly not a squirrel. She didn’t quite know what he was waiting for. Perhaps he was looking for the tiny rise and fall of the little thing’s chest to verify it still lived. 

“Oh good,” she was relieved to hear it. If only so the scent of blood wouldn’t catch her nose. She wasn’t particularly hungry, but she didn’t want to have to explain a sudden inhuman hue in her eyes. She paused at his question, frowning a little. She inspected her arms quickly, but nothing seemed wrong. And she’d felt no teeth carve into her flesh. She’d managed to emerge unscathed from the little beast’s ambush. “I’m alright… I think it just crawled around and… grabbed that stick- what is that little thing?” Sofie peered at it curiously. It was far too small to be as strong as it was. 

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“Good. That’s good,” Kaden said, reaching up to rub the back of his neck. He could feel his pulse picking up. Putain, he had to get it together. Nothing had changed, nothing had happened. Only everything had changed about the situation. She was dead. Well, undead. But they were in a cemetery and he was escorting a dead woman home. It was hard to push aside the instincts that had been drilled into him for years, the ones that told him not to trust a monster, to not let them live. Kaden wasn’t sure if he was more afraid of Sofie or the thoughts that had invaded his mind.

Wait. Merde, she’d asked him a question. “Oh, uh, that?” Putain, what was he going to say? It sure as hell wasn’t going to be the truth. “Uh, looks like a kind of squirrel. Aggressive variant. They show up in town sometimes. I’ve had to deal with them often enough.” Kaden took a deep breath and looked around to get his bearings. “Exit should be right over there. Almost out of here,” he said offering a small smile as he gestured towards the path out. 

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She could smell it, when his pulse picked up. Thankfully, she wasn’t particularly hungry. Brown eyes remained brown, no hint of the inhuman red to be seen. It made sense, of course. The poor man had just been fighting off a-… well Sofie didn’t really buy the line that it was a squirrel. Squirrels didn’t look like that. She had seen hundreds of thousands of squirrels in her lifetime. That was not a squirrel. 

“That is the ugliest squirrel I have ever seen.” She muttered. Better to let him think she believed his lie than to raise more questions. She looked over to where he gestured and smiled. She could just barely see the exit from where she stood. “Ah! Lovely! Thank you so much again.” She said as she resumed walking. 

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Kaden huffed out a nervous laugh. “Yeah, well, genetics can do weird shit.” That was the best he had as far as an explanation. He followed behind her as they both walked towards the exit. Every branch or twig that they walked past on the short walk to the open gate was like walking past a knife on the ground, moonlight glinting off the metal, calling out to him to pick one up. If for no other reason than for safety. 

Not that he knew for sure that she was a vampire, fair enough. She could just as easily be a zombie. But she looked too pretty, too put together to be a zombie, even if he knew that they could look just like normal people. Something about zombies, he just always assumed they were a little more dead somehow then the rest. Couldn’t explain it. 

His hand hovered near the hilt of his machete all the same. Regardless of what she was, beheading killed most things. He was still on edge with every step towards the exit. Sure, she had been nice and cordial and if she was going to drain his blood or eat his organs or anything else terrible, she’d had plenty of chances to do it before. And she hadn’t. But he was a hunter, he knew that things weren’t always as they seemed. 

Before he could finish debating himself in his own mind, they were at the gates. “Well, here we are,” he said, gesturing towards the entrance, acting like he hadn’t been ready to pull a knife out on her at any moment just then. “I take it you can make it the rest of the way home all by yourself.” The smile he flashed her was shallower than any of his earlier had been. “Kaden, by the way,” he added. “In case you were wondering.” Stupid, he shouldn’t have given her his name. There was no fucking reason beyond being polite. Putain. “Nice to meet you. Get home safe.”

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Sofie happily walked along toward the exit, blissfully unaware of any further danger that could befall her that evening. And from the looks of it, they were almost to the exit. She’d be on her way home and curled up with a pot of tea in no time at all. 

She smiled and looked back to the kind young man who’d shown her the way to the exit. A kindness that not many people would extend in this town, for fear of what might happen in the shadows. “So we are.” Sofie sighed, looking back down the path. She’d have to remember the way if she came back to this particular cemetery. 

“I know the way from here.” Sofie nodded, pointing at a street sign. “I have my bearings now.” Kaden. That was a nice name. It suited him. “It was a pleasure to meet you, Kaden. I’m Sofie. Sofie DuPont.” With a little wave, she started on her way down the street. “Have a nice evening, Kaden.” She called over her shoulder before disappearing into the night. 

[willabee]

sitting on cardboard in the dark

[autisticrosewilson]

While we're on the topic of De-aging AU's I wanna talk about Jason and Damian if Jason was 14 again real quick.

Do you guys think that Damian looks at this version of Jason, so different from the version he knows, nothing like the person he was told Jason was, and feels uncomfortably seen?

Damian was always told that Jason died because he was reckless, because he disobeyed orders, he was fired as Robin and he got himself killed. A cautionary tale, not a threat to his position. He dismisses Jason because Bruce does, because Dick does, because sometimes even Babs and Alfred do.

That's not the kid that he's looking at now. This Jason is happy, and smart, and full of love that has not yet soured into grief. He hangs on Bruce's every word, trains until his hands bleed and his body gives out to perfect the moves Bruce teaches him. He looks at Bruce with stars in his eyes and he calls him dad.

And Damian can't help but think, that this is the perfect Robin. The perfect son. And if Jason - sweet, loving, strong, Jason - can be fired, can die and have his room locked away and his pictures torn down, can have his last memory as Robin be as A Good Soldier, how could the rest of them ever compete? What could Damian do to stand a chance?

Jason will never grow out of the shadow of Robin, like the rest of them did. As long as Bruce, and Dick, and Babs, and Alfred look at him and see a dead kid who came back wrong, he will never get to be anything else. He will not get to be looked at through who he is now without the shadow of a dead boy looming over him.

And the worst part? Jason is exactly the same person he was back then. Bitter, sure, angry, justifiably, but he is still the boy with too much love in his heart and righteous fury festering in his gut. He is exactly the same boy who threw himself in front of an explosion to save his mother.

(The lines between the mother that betrayed him and the father that disgraced him are so very blurred. Fire or blade or crowbars or fists it does not matter. It ends the same way it always does because Jason Todd always dies, in every universe, in every timeline, Jason dies and crawls out only to be killed again and again and again.)

[goryhorroor]

favorite horror movies (61-90)

[nobleriver]

Rick and Michonne Grimes - Their Journey Over the Years

It's a broken world, Michonne. And you're the only thing that puts it back together. Til my last breath I am yours.

[fascinationstreetmp3]

Yeah, well, things didn't end well the last time, so forgive me if I'm a little nervous.

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE | 1.01

[n0ahsferatu]

my dear friend @marlenacantswim asked me to draw the TOS yaoi polycule and i want you to know this is what the whole show is like to me

[jackredfieldwasmyjacob]

there's more than 50 reported deaths (for now)

[glfry]

Can we agree that the "Thats two things" line from Mike was autistic as shit

[izzybluebell]

a little sketch sheet of a bunch of things im a big fan of

[scribbyizhere]

does anybody feel Zesty abt ldr Sun?? oh hey yeah not me pffft nah. spirals

love death and rollerskates by @spadillelicious

[the-togepi-man]

Fun with the moon

[drac0line1nn1t]

Logan: *walking into Wade's room late one night* Hey Wade-

*stops and stares*

Logan: -why the fuck do you have three diffent videos playing at once?

Wade: *looking up from his laptop* Well, I was just about to try to get some sleep, honeybadger.

Logan: That doesnt explain why you have three sounds going on at once.

Wade: Well, this one is nighttime skyrim music, this one is a box fan in a shower, and this one is asmr of a really boring topic!

Logan: *stares* And this is how you get to sleep?

Wade: Yeah, it's the only thing that works. *shrugs*

Logan: Bub, we gotta get you tested for ADHD.

[iamthebonecarver]

Honestly fuck all the florist/coffee shop AUs! I WANT CORPORATE ACCOUNTANT I LOVE MATH NEIL JOSTEN AND SOME TYPE OF CORPORATE GOTH JUSTICE FOR ALL ANDREW MINYARD goddamn it

The angst alone…

[ca-d]

Harmony Grove // Salem, MA 🖤

[yuwuta]

gojo would kill your work husband. but if he were the work husband, that's a different story

REAL!! he’s such a hypocrite because if someone mentioned you had a work husband, his entire world would stop and he wold devise the absolute worst plans to make sure that your co-worker, everyone at your job, and everyone in the next building over knew that he was happily committed to you 

but if he is the work husband, he’s very........ dutiful in his role. there’s a loose office/lawyer au in my head where satoru is your secretary, and for all intents and purposes, your personal assistant, and he’s good at his job, but mostly because he considers his job to be pleasing you. he has coffee for you when you arrive, he moves your schedule around without you asking, he has answers to questions before you can even ask them, he has fresh flowers on your desk weekly, pokes into your meetings to pretend to hand you a file that’s really just maybe a single document in a manilla folder with candy on top of it—he’s made himself your business, your partner; he’s made himself irreplaceable, and he loves to remind everybody of that fact. 

he’s also extremely loyal. sure, he could day a week’s worth of work done in about a day, but that doesn’t mean he’ll just use his talents for anybody. he’s your secretary, so he’s at your beck and call, and everyone knows it. they know he’s the best, but also that he’s off limits—not because you won’t share him, but because satoru won’t let himself be shared. 

he also extends his duties beyond work, of course. when he hands you a print out of your schedule for the day and you’re confused by the three-hour block of time you have in the middle of the day, satoru just helps you shrug your coat of your shoulders and smiles, “that’s for the lunch date you have with me, of course!” hanging up your coat in your closet for you, “i’m paying, see you soon, sweets.” and because you’re great at your job, and satoru helps you be great, nobody really questions when the two of you have time for a 13-course tasting menu at 1pm on a tuesday afternoon. and if they did, all satoru would say that you two had a lovely date