#revenant drabble

[strong-with-the-sarcasm]

Spillways of your soul

[Revenant!Jazz content to celebrate 300 followers!]

protect. danny. protect. danny.

around and around the same words spun in the cesspool of their brain, rotted, decayed as it was- they weren't alive-alive...not the same as the humans that they avoided, a itch at their skull- grey matter. (scratch scratch scratch) (too much and they'll lose their skull!) (who was they?) (words were hard.) bone teeth, sharp (bite and tear flesh) fangs, eye sockets brusied (should be empty) where human had hit. too slow to move. maybe had not enough to care. They did not care.

(who was they?) They were of former human skin and bone- ash and fire and green the colors left in death and shambles of corpse-hood. too many words in throat, pain in chest when speak. try not to with leftover language in grey matter.

They shambled along street after street, sun high and sun low- sun gone too. Moon was picky about light shed, but they could see well in shadow and murky ick. Got-ham, pricky, icky on their tongue, parted its shadows for them. Like friend.

(friend.) (they knew that word) (but that word hurt)

protect danny. danny was...danny? They had no other words for DANNY. no words they would use- not the ones they used the most.

(kill. dodge. aim. fire.) (BAT. hood. bird.) (threat. not-threat.) (dead. alive.)

shamble-shamble was what they did, fire metal into skin of threats to DaNNy, again. again kill threats as DANny human-shambled in a not-human skin.

(danny was dead. not-dead?) (scratch scratch scratch) dANny never human-shambled too close to them. they kept away. humans kept away from DANNY right?

they were not human-human though. only human shaped. did it count?

(scratch)

humans called them KILLER-MURDERER-hero. they could hear the words but did not understand- they were to protect DANNY.

KILLER-MURDERER stayed but they did notice the hero word fade away. they did not focus on it too much.

KIlleR-mUrDErER became ROGUE-VILLIAN-reaper.

loud, loud the words were- not too loud the firing metal did not drown them out. BAT called them reaper, no REAPER with anger and- they did not understand.

(not their name) (who were they to have a name?) (scratch scratch) decayed cesspool of a brain- REAPER was a word they did not understand but would answer to regardless. it was something that was theirs that was ALIVE and not rotten. or half-dead.

(scratch scratch scratch)

BAT was too shadow, too murk, too Got-ham for they to understand either. did that make them same? no. BAT was human-human. not just human-shaped. protect. danny. (scratch scratch goes the grey matter.)

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A/N: This is very much a drabble. A practice concept for a character with limited mental capacity in a paranormal setting with no way of defining themselves in a clear or concise manner. This is Jazz post-reanimation and pre-rogue massacre. She's just begun to place emphasis on certain "words" (people, places, things) and that's what I want to reflect in The Revenant AU. All capitalized words like "BAT" are meant to be Jazz placing emphasis on the word as important, but she doesn't know/understand why its important.

Danny's name being mixed up is also supposed to be important too. Jazz doesn't understand why danny is important, but down in her bones she knows, so her brain keeps trying to put importance on his name. Yes, this is full of mistakes for REASONS. (And also, its a drabble, not a full-fledged fic. I can cringe about it later, as in after its been read later.)

Thanks for reading!

[imtrashraccoon]

This is actually the longest chapter yet, somehow?? I think I just got really into it. What can I say, I like writing little character introspections.

@owl-bones

First, Previous, & Next Day

Bad Sansuary II: Dust - Restrained

Word Count: 2,094

While you had been able to run away, you knew the guards would catch up to you eventually. They knew what you looked like and, because you were an obvious outsider, would soon track you down to the tavern. You hadn't encountered any other dog monsters in the city either and even if you had, once news spread, no one would be willing to hide you. The other problem was that you had a feeling getting out of the city would prove impossible.

So what should you do?

This was the first time you had had a run in with the law. You had looked up to soldiers your whole life, believing they served an important role in keeping order, and for a time you did your best to do the same. Ever since choosing to abandon the Klasical Kingdom and stay with your soulmate, you knew you would eventually end up in a sticky situation like this. You knew your comrades weren't good people and, by choosing to align yourself with them, neither were you at this point. This new reality was difficult to come to terms with, but now wasn't the time to contemplate such things.

Using natural handholds, you hauled yourself up another wall and then up to an overhang. After resting for a moment, you climbed onto the roof of the building, finding yourself across the street from the tavern. You could even see your room's window that you and Reven had climbed out of earlier.

For a moment, you stood there under the open sky, staring at the building. The rain had picked up again and your armour was soaked, but you barely registered it. The mission was a bust. You hadn't learned what was going on with the weird eye symbol and now Reven had been arrested. If he hadn't resisted too much, there was a good chance the guards would keep him alive while they looked for you, but after that, his fate would be a grim one.

The punishment for murder was death. Some kingdoms had different methods for how the death penalty would be carried out, but the result was always the same. It didn't matter if the guards knew just how many murders Reven was responsible for or not. When the guards caught up to you, they would probably charge you with accessory to murder which, while generally considered a less serious offense, would likely mean execution for you as well.

You sighed and ran your fingers through your sopping wet fur. You had two equally difficult choices. Either you could hide until they eventually found and dragged you off to jail, or attempt to rescue Reven and restore your honour. There was a high chance you would die no matter what you chose, but to you, the right thing to do was obvious. It was far better to fall in battle than to die a coward's death in a futile attempt to change your fate.

You returned to your room long enough to gather up whatever gear you had left behind, namely your rucksack and your bow. They would have gotten in the way so you hadn't been bringing them along on your nightly escapades. Besides, if you couldn't see your target in the dark, you certainly weren't going to hit it.

You picked up the sound of footsteps and raised voices downstairs as you were slipping back out the window. It looked like you had just managed to get out in time. While it might have been entertaining to wait around and watch their reactions to finding the room empty, you knew better and decided to make yourself scarce.

After making sure you were a safe distance away, you crouched down on a roof to figure out your next move. You would need to figure out where Reven had been taken, but you also knew that the longer you waited, the harder it would be to rescue him. Even if you knew where he was, going in now would likely also prove to be a bad idea as it would be swarming with guards. It seemed you would have to handle this situation with the utmost care if you wanted to have any chance at succeeding.

~ ≈ V^ᴥ^V ≈ ~

You watched a guard exit the barracks, silently counting the seconds as they walked away. You were perched on a roof where you had a clear view of the door but still out of sight from the street. From what you had observed, word had spread pretty quickly among the soldiers and they were out in full force searching for you. Luckily, they weren't expecting you to be here and were out scouring the city.

You had been here for a few hours now, just observing and memorizing their movements. Your keen ears had picked up a few snippets of conversations between a few of the guards about "a crazy paladin" so you were confident you had found where they were holding him.

After a few seconds, you dropped down next to the door and carefully turned the knob, finding it unlocked. With a quick glance around, you crept inside the building, closing the door behind you again.

The room seemed like an office of sorts but thankfully there wasn't anyone in sight. There was a desk with some papers and what looked like a book for record keeping. You also noticed a few rough wooden benches against one of the walls and two doors, one behind the desk and one near the benches.

The door near the benches was more heavily reinforced and you surmised that it led to the dungeon. Unfortunately, it was locked but you found a key hidden in one of the desk drawers that thankfully fit in the keyhole. You figured it must have been a spare for when whoever owned the desk was away.

Beyond the heavy door was a set of stairs going down. Pocketing the key, you took a deep breath before beginning to descend into the dungeon. You kept low, being careful not to scuff your paws on the stonework and give yourself away.

The deeper you went, the more obvious it was that you were in the right place. The air smelled stale with a hint of blood and other bodily fluids, and occasionally, you could hear the sound of metal on metal, like chains being rattled. You couldn't hear much movement though, so there was a good chance the guards were still away.

You reached the bottom of the stairs and carefully examined your surroundings. The only light was from a nearby lantern hanging from a nail and a flickering candle in a room off to the side. Slowly, you crept forward, peering around the corner.

There was a man lounging in a chair facing away from the door. He was wearing a similar uniform to the guards but lacking the helmet, which you noticed sitting on the table in front of him along with an opened bottle of spirits. You were debating whether you should just sneak past, when you noticed a ring of keys on his belt that presumably would open up the cells.

Drawing your dagger, you tiptoed forward until you were right behind the jailor. In one fluid motion, you covered his mouth with one paw and slit his throat with your weapon. While you couldn't help but silently revel for a moment in the small burst of energy from absorbing his EXP, you knew you had limited time before someone came to check on things. Carefully, you propped the man's head up so it would appear as if he was asleep and swiped the keys.

Now you just needed to find Reven.

There was only one other prisoner, but they seemed to be asleep or maybe too out of it to care what you were doing. Maybe if they had noticed, you would have been willing to let them loose as well, but as it stood, you couldn't afford to have any extra liabilities.

Reven was chained up to the wall by his wrists in the farthest cell. His gear was gone, leaving him in a pair of tattered pants with his upper half on full display. His bones were littered with small cracks and scrapes, several of which were leaking small amounts of dust, but you noticed there were several older scars across his ribcage as well.

Despite your best efforts, the keys clinked together as you fiddled with the lock, but Reven only looked up when you managed to get the door open. At first, he just stared at you, as if he didn't believe what he was seeing was even real. Only when you hurried to his side and started working on the wrist irons suspending him, did he even attempt to say anything.

"you shouldn't have come..."

After unlocking his restraints, you pried open the metal bands, letting him ease himself down onto the stone floor. He was weak and you didn't even want to imagine what he had gone through in the hours since being captured.

"...i deserve what comes next," he muttered, slumping against the wall.

You shook your head. "No, don't give me any of that. You're a valuable member of the team and I'm not about to abandon you, no matter whether you think you're worth saving or not."

He stared at you, a mixture of disbelief and shock in his eyelights. His gaze briefly flicked to your left, focusing on something unseen and he mouthed a few words under his breath, but you couldn't understand what he was saying.

You could tell he was in no shape to run and you didn't know any healing spells. Then you remembered that you had packed a health potion before entering the city, just in case something happened. You quickly fished the small vial out of your rucksack and pressed it into Reven's hand.

"It's not much, but we're going to need to move quickly and I can't carry you the entire time."

He blinked, as if he'd been shocked back to reality, before popping off the cork and downing the potion in a single gulp. The effect was immediate and most of the cracks across his bones began to close, although the old scars remained untouched.

"why do you care so much?" He rubbed at his eye sockets before adding, "i thought i made it clear from day one that i didn't like you..."

You nodded, "Oh I know." Holding out your hand, you smiled at him and added, "I don't need to be friends with you, just knowing you have my back is enough in my eyes."

He grasped your hand and you helped him to his feet. When he stumbled, you quickly moved to support his weight, wrapping your arm around his shoulder blades.

"i'm surprised you trust me not to stab you the moment you turn around..." he murmured.

You clicked your tongue, slowly helping him out of the cell. "When I served under Captain Undyne, we had a saying. It went like, 'No one gets left behind.' While I no longer take orders from her, I still follow that rule." You paused for a moment before adding, "If I didn't trust you, I wouldn't have even left the Dark Fortress, let alone snuck into a city with you."

Reven said nothing.

By the time you reached the jailor's room again, he had gained back enough strength to walk on his own, but you still stayed close by just in case. Thankfully, his gear was still stashed away in a chest meant for prisoner possessions and nothing seemed to be missing. You stood guard at the entrance while he donned his armour again.

"Any chance you could teleport both of us out of the city?" you asked when he finished.

"i wish." He huffed and shook his head. "i'm pretty low on mana, but i think i could do it over a short distance, like through the gate."

You sighed and ran a paw down your face. "I was afraid of that... I guess we'll have to get there first, huh?"

Reven chuckled and started to climb the stairs. He glanced back at you over his shoulder, a manic grin stretched across his skull. "if you still trust me after this, i'll buy the first round next time we're in a proper tavern."

"Not if I have to carry you out in pieces, you sorry sack of bones," you responded with a snort.

[fatestouch]

“Hm... no, this simply won’t work.” With a sigh, Basile sets his clipboard to the side with a sigh, looking down at his latest experiment. A near flawless specimen of a corpse... near being the key word.

Unfortunately, this particular person had died by way of some kind of accident with a poison. A rather potent one at that, and Basile couldn’t work with a tainted corpse. Not for this one.

“Does it really ruin things that much?” Sylvain tilted his head, taking the clipboard when it was handed to him, glancing briefly at it. “Does poison effect a corpse hat much?”

“For fresher ones like this one, yes.” A sigh. “And without a way to detox this specimen of the poison, I may have to find another.”

“You rang~?”

Basile shrieked, and even Sylvain jumped a bit at the sound of Morgan’s voice. The witch had appeared seemingly out of nowhere, and upside down above the body, in fact. The reactions got a jovial laugh out of Morgan, which didn’t stop for a while, even as she caught the scalpel that was thrown at her between her fingers.

“Morgan Lancaster, don’t you do that! Honestly, you can be just as bad as your cousin... how did you even get in here? My lab is warded against any teleportation spells.”

“Never question my methods, only know that I go where I want~” With another giggle, Morgan flipped and lanced gracefully next to Sylvain, not a hair out of place, and handed the scalpel to Basile. “But, I thought I would offer my assistance! To your little poison problem, that is.”

Sylvain raised an eyebrow. “Your magic works even on corpses?”

“The Saint-Yves bloodline magic is quite strong, as I’m still finding out~. So? As an apology for the little fright, allow me to assist~”

“‘Little fright’, she says... incroyable.” A A sigh. “Well, who am I to turn down free help... but be careful, I don’t want you damaging the veins by going too fast.”

[demonwriterx]

“Book”

He arrived on Gaea for a personal visit to Ash's facility.

Two times a month, he fights training robots and practices his markmanship in her arenas while she watches and provides him with critiques and observations to improve his skills. Initially, he ignored her, only using her for access to her arenas to satisfy his own insatiable bloodlust. Until she fought him one on one. It was then that he realized he had more to learn from hand-to-hand combat. Ash offered him more of a challenge. Because they were simulacrums, they had unlimited endurance, so she could keep up with him. He would spend the whole day and night training with her before growing bored and deciding he had enough before, eventually, returning.

He had visited her for almost six months, and as she observed him, he observed her. He quickly noticed certain...quirks. If she wasn't practicing with him, she would be in her lab pulling up dozens of videos and documents of notes. She would be analyzing and re-analyzing data from their past combat or recent Apex matches. She rarely stopped. It was as if she was a machine. He chuckled at his own analogy but it was the only thing close enough to describing her habits. And if she stopped, her "other" would surface. It was small things, a slight touch to her temple or a rapid twitch of her head. He actually stumbled upon her muttering to herself at one point. He thought it was amusing.

Revenant silently walked through the long corridor before entering her private lab. On one wall, there was a red, dusty couch and a side table. In front of the couch was a coffee table with papers and files scattered. On the opposite side of the room, she had her monitors, decorating the large space. He usually finds her typing away as she writes down data and codes. Today, the lab was empty. It didn't concern him too much. He knew she had gone to the arenas. He had seen her there before, and once she starts, it will be hours until she returns to the lab. He walked to her monitor and looked down at her keyboard. He pressed down on the spacebar and a live video appeared instantly. He released a heavy sigh before muttering a curse. He was correct. She was in the middle of a training match. She didn't know about his visit. Or any of his visits. He came in whenever he pleased and Ash never gave him her personal number. But he never asked. And she did the same for him.

He looked back at the couch and decided to wait for her. He took a seat, immediately taking out his communication pad to delete a large array of requests for his services. He propped his elbow up on the arm rest, and accidently brushed against something solid, knocking it off the table. He heard the thud next to his foot and his eyes glanced down, making no effort to pick it up until he saw it was a book, the back had a yellow sticky note and written in black ink was "Property of Ash". He reached down and picked it up. He saw that the book was old, with yellowing pages. He could tell it had been read many times over, the spine was worn and the pages were slightly torn at the corners. He turned the book, reading the title aloud to himself.

"Under the Solace Sun...huh?" He opened the book and his eyes immediately widened. It was a romance book. He had never seen Ash read a book like this. He thought it would be something boring. He snickered, shaking his head at the thought of her reading the book in her free time. He was about to close it when he noticed a handful of bookmarks placed in certain sections of the pages. He opened one section of the bookmarks and read the page the bookmark was attached to. "And he gently laid her against the hot sand, unable to hold back his passion as he removed his-what?...Their lips found their way to-!" He immediately realized that the bookmarks were all in the love scenes. He stifled his laughter with one hand as he flipped to another bookmark, curious to see what else she had saved for her reading pleasure. He grinned to himself as he flipped through each bookmark, knowing Ash had to save each scene and as he read, his laughter grew.

He was enthralled in another chapter when Ash returned from the arenas. She had heard the laughter echoing down her corrido. She walked in, calling out, "Revenant? What on earth are you laughing-AH!"

Ash shrieked in horror as she walked in and saw him holding her book. Her pet rat flew out of her hood, startled from her sudden scream, scurring to its hole. Revenant looked up from the book and waved it at her.

"Is this what you do in your free time, Miss Perfect? Heh!"

She quickly ran over to him, trying to snatch it from his hands. "Give me that!" She exclaimed. Imagining what her face would have looked like if she had been human, he pictured a red face. He chuckled and held the item out of her reach. Her hands desperatly clawed towards the book.

"Now hold on, I'm in a real good part. Monica is about to choose if she wants John or Michello, hahaha!"

"Return that to me at once!"

He pushed her back, getting up from the couch. She lunged at him again but he managed to hold her back with his arm. He opened the book again and began to read it out loud to her.

"And as she looked at the two men she had loved, she felt her heart yearn for-"

"Stop!"

"Her one true love, the one who filled her with the most passion and warmth- hahaha! Oh! This is good!"

"Enough!" She snatched the book from his hands, throwing it against the couch. "Get out!"

"Now hold on..."He began, trying to stifle his laughter. "I..I got to know... which part was your favorite?"

"GeT OuT, NoW!"

"Because I really liked pg 62!" He released another roar of laughter, causing her to shove him out of her lab.

"Leave! Get out!"

He was forcefully kicked out of her facility. But for the next few weeks, whenever they played in the Apex Games together, he whispered lines from the book under his breath. Only loud enough for Ash to hear before she became flustered.

[dontbesoweirdkira]

Kira’s Masterlist

Mafia Trilogy, Mortal Kombat, Invincible, D.C., Marvel, The Hunger Games, House of Ashes, Slashers, Apex, Overwatch, TWDG, StarWars, Borderlands,..work in progress

Mafia Trilogy

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Tommy Angelo

How many kids would he have?

Paulie Lombardo

¡Yandere! Paulie protects you

How many kids would he have?

How would he be as a dad?

Sam Trapani

¡Yandere!Sam getting rid of your admirer

Bonus pt.2^

Yandere alphabet-ABIJ

Yandere fluff

How many kids would he have?

How would he be as a dad?

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Dad Scaletta

Time traveler reader

Time traveler pt.2

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Mk11 and 1 w/ low emotional intelligence darling

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Yandere MK11 harem pt.2

revenant harem w/ queen darling

Fluffy Kira’s favorites with a clingy s/o

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Comforts you from somniphobia/noctophobia

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He kidnaps you

masochist drabble

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yandere kenshi who is obsessed w/ your touch

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Yan! Mark grayson gets jealous over your friends

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platonic yan! batboys reacting to you dating

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platonic yan! jason x dick x batsis

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Yan! Platonic! Jason and Dick w/ understanding batsis darling batboys w/ Autisic reader w/ oral fixation Batfam reacting to affectionate batsis

creep! Dick Grayson and Barbara Gordon w/ darling that's taking a shower

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Platonic !yan¡ Jason w/ batsis darling

Platonic yan! Jason w/batsis that died by the joker with him

Platonic yan! Jason’s reaction to you dying and coming back

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Platonic !yan! Dick w/ batsis darling

discussion post ^

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Romantic!yan! Dick w/baby trapped darling

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Batsis reacts to cheating dick Grayson platonic yan!

Discussion post^^

"Attagirl"

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platonic!yan! Tim w/ batsis reader

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Platonic Yan! Bruce w/ robin darling

Damian Wayne

Platonic Damian w/ assassin batsis

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yan! Peter x Yan! Harry x reader headcanons yan! Peter w/ darling at coney island

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Yan!peter kiddnapping darling who is visiting him

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[scaryman-fancam]

REVENANT X READER ANGST DRABBLE - tw: talk of death, death, detailed fear of sudden death, grief

It’s a quiet evening in the little apartment.

He had no need for a place to rest at night, or at all. The place was rented specifically as a way to know where you were. He liked knowing you were safe in a little place he’d picked personally. Having control gave him some sort of reassurance that you’d be alright while he was away, because it was his home, his bed, his things keeping you cozy and warm.

You’re curled around his waist. He drags the metal of his fingertips across the screen in his hands, clearing jobs off of his list. Ones that had kept him away for months at a time. He tilts his head slightly every few minutes in between logging details of each hit, optics flicking to you, checking on you, casting a small, momentary spotlight on you in the slow dimming of the room as the sun dipped behind the other buildings in the city.

He was the literal mechanical grim reaper. Death was his job, his medium. A grisly artist who left carcasses as canvases, signed with a special brutality reserved for those unfortunate enough to end up in his job queue. He was all too familiar with death. He had died again and again, numb to the darkness that exists in-between each new vessel. Numb to the cold and the pain of the metallic husk collapsing in on itself, of the burn in his chest when the motors and circuits whirr to a painfully slow end, suffocating as his systems shut down.

Then he wakes up again.

Death was nothing to him. Thousands at his hands, thousands of his own. Thousands more simulated in the games.

It had you wondering.

Life was dangerous. Living is dangerous. Something could happen at any given moment. Hell, Wraith had told you that something HAS happened at any moment across different universes. If you could imagine it, it’s happened.

She’d warned you that in many universes, Revenant was your way out. Had your first meeting gone any differently, perhaps in a universe where he didn’t truly know his own strength. One where he was still a human, and you were one of his last hits before dying for the first time.

You’ve thought about it. Stressed about it. But has he?

It itches at the back of your brain for months. Brewing viciously and boiling your entire being along with it, mindlessly moving and writhing as the denied fear tries to look for a scrap, something to feed it and let it fester, something to let it root in the back of your mind—

“What’s got you squirming?”

His rough voice breaks your train of thought. You still, blinking up at him, his eyes already trained on yours, his tablet set aside. He’d been watching for a while.

“What’ll happen when I die?”

The first words that come out of your mouth. You know the answer. He’d told you many times when he was haunted by the thousands of deaths he was forced to endure.

He scoffs, like it’s irrational, “You won’t know you’re dead. You’ll know that you’re dying, but you won’t know when it’s settled in, like falling asleep.”

It’s supposed to settle you, the way he spares you of the worst of it. You can’t decide if it works. You must’ve been too quiet too long for his liking, so he pokes your forehead.

“What else is happening in that pretty little head of yours?”

It almost makes you smile. That sarcastic and playful streak trying to warm the fear bitten part of you.

“What will you do when I die?”

He stops. He’s quiet for a long time. It’s a question he too has wondered about. He’s numb to the concept, death is tangible, yes, he’s seen a light go out a million times, burnt bulbs to never be replaced, but he can’t help the twinge of discomfort of not being able to stop death. He can control the way they go. Cut short and quick, or painful, slowly draining the life. He can’t prevent death.

He’s a killing machine. Not made for healing, not made for care, tenderness and love. Everything he does is rough, it’s harsh, unforgiving. If you fear death, he wonders, why are you with him? It makes him uncomfortably angry at himself. Something soft and weak offers itself to him, equipped with claws and blood in every groove of his mechanical being. Makes his hands itch, even now when he longs to be gentle, he wants to lash out in anger at the way fate has left him as a monster.

He’s lived for hundreds as a monster, and he’ll live for hundreds more as one. Wishing he were gentle for just one night to truly indulge in the fragility of your being does not reverse it. He will remain a monster, long after you are gone. Unchanged.

“Knowing you, you’ll probably have earned it,” he decides, folding his arms. No room for argument as he scoffs, “Asking questions like that, always so fearful. The world out there will eat you up,” his voice dropping to a low rumble before he laughs, the grating mechanical sound hopefully distorted enough to hide the shimmer of weakness. The long forgotten phantom ache on the outer corners of his eyes, the burn that follows after, invisible heat rimming the shiny water lines. He bows before no other, but secretly he thanks a higher being that he is no longer flesh, that you cannot see the ghost of how he feels.

It eases you, his sadistic sarcasm, somehow. This master of death speaks to you as if it is no big deal. So maybe it isn’t.

“Thanks Rev,” the words are soft and reassured, and he leans down to bury his cold face into the side of yours, “keep me warm,” he mutters, grunting as he repositions himself, ignoring the way you squirm and try to push away the frigid metal with annoyed huffs and giggles.

The lights are off, the curtains drawn. You’d leave all the lights on, your eyes weren’t like his: artificial and equipped with night vision. He wanders the place at all times when he isn’t busy, not bothering to change vessels or clean the viscera away when he gets home.

You used to complain about the blood crusted footprints he’d leave on the rug. So he simply stays off of it now.

He traces the damage you’d left in the place as well. Chipped paint from tripping over the coffee table and into the wall. A coffee stain on the white marble counter that just wouldn’t go away. He’s certain he could get rid of it now, but he’s not sure if he can.

Revenant finds himself with his face to the wall. In the couch cushions. Even limp with his head in the empty washing machine, searching for traces of your scent. He’s done this routine enough to know that there’s nothing left. He’d greedily breathed in every trace of your presence in the first few months.

It doesn’t stop him from checking.

There’s a dirty cup in the sink. He holds it in his hand, mimicking you, the clink of his metal lips to the ceramic, following your motions, fruitlessly putting his lips to where yours once were. He wishes he had a tongue, so he could check the silverware for just a taste of you left.

The bedroom is the worst.

He avoids it when he can.

But it’s been a rough day. A rough week. A month, a year. Maybe longer?

It’s going to be a rough forever.

Slipping into the room with the grace of a zombie. It’s been a good couple hundred years since he’s felt exhaustion, but the constant burning around his optics has warn him thin. At the bed, he finds himself curling up in the divot of where you used to lay. The mattress hasn’t been used properly in a decade already, and he knows the hollow has changed its shape. It’s not truly yours anymore, his heavy form wearing the foam down further. He regrets lying in it, damaging the relic of your residence, but starvation leaves a dog desperate.

His legs tucked to his chest, arms binding them in place, head tucked between his knees. Fetal position, though he wishes fate would miscarry him this one time.

He’ll pretend that he is rotting, already with you. He’ll never die. They’ll make more of him for as long as they can.

But for now he’ll keep his consciousness in this one. He died the same day as you, his heart ripped from the otherwise hollow chassis of his being. The slow burn of the death of his circuits the only comfort, dreaming that one night it will be the final time.

[freaknerd33]

what are your thoughts on revenant making the first move? Would he or would he stay silent?

Ooh i may need to think some more about this! my thoughts here are a bit short so im thinking i’ll write a drabble or oneshot of how things could possibly go.

- He would definitely not make the first move.

- This boy…

- You’d have to get it out of him somehow. Nothing he does makes it obvious he likes you so you’re really just taking a shot in the dark and hoping that since you like him he likes you back.

- Perhaps there’s certain ways you try and find some basis in your wishful thinking.

- You tease him, flirt maybe. Something with romantic intent that may knock him off his usual persona.

- Maybe if you try hard enough or say the right thing you’ll successfully fluster him. That would be incredibly hard to do though. Nearly impossible…

- It might be best to just carefully observe him. He may tell on himself if you watch close enough.

- Subtle actions that wouldn’t be made for anyone else. Especially while you’re teamed up in the games. Nothing too obvious, but actions that when you look back on them, his behavior seems slightly different than it usually does.

- Like maybe when he leads, there’s a bit of a protective air to him. Or maybe mid battle, you see him stealing glances at you as if he’s checking on you.

- You’re also the only person he’s okay with standing so close next to him. That could mean something?

- You’d just really have to find a way into his mind. He’s not easy to catch slipping.

[sasslett]

A Night Beneath the Stars

I got to borrow Rowan from @tallbluelady for my FFXIVSwap partner, and so I made her a lil' drabble and some gpose to go along!

“Pray tell, where dost thou intend to go?”

Rowan merely flashed Urianger a grin, gently grasping his hand and tugging him towards Revenant’s Toll’s aetheryte. 

“You shall see soon enough.” Raising her palm, she channeled her aether, feeling for her destination, a place beyond mortal means, yet familiar all the same. In a flash, the two were gone, their feet hitting solid ground once more upon the white-carved platform of Zenith. 

“The abode of the great wyrm Hraesvelgr…” 

Of course, she hadn’t been surprised that Urianger knew where they were - well, not terribly surprised, for the gods themselves knew the man was nothing short of a mystery, even to her. 

Yet, she loved him all the same. 

She turned to see him staring at the great, white spire in awe, shining in the light of the moon above. But it wasn’t the architecture - nor the great wyrm - for which she’d brought him there that eve. 

“This way.” His hand still safely tucked away in hers, she gently tugged him down the aged, broken steps, away from the aetheryte and through the ruins dotting the landscape, until she reached her destination - the very edge of the land, nothing but clouds beneath and stars above. 

“Look at them,” she murmured in wonder, plopping herself down on the ground - for there was nowhere else in all of Eorzea that rivaled the view of the heavens, each star twinkling so bright, she felt she could almost lift her hand and caress them. 

“A brilliant sight to behold,” Urianger agreed, settling himself down beside her. “Recognize thou the constellations?” 

Slowly, she nodded, her eyes flickering across the sky - admittedly, she was quite inexperienced in the ways of astrology, thus far, yet there were a few clusters which stood out in her memory. 

“That one,” she pointed above, “that is Nymeia, is it not?” 

“Indeed. The goddess of fate, ever watching. And see you Althyk beside?” Urianger motioned above, Rowan’s eyes moving to trace the familiar sigil in the sky. “Her dearest brother, guardian of space and time. Yet thou knowest full well the wisdom of astrology relieth not upon the guidance of the Twelve, but the gifts they have given to the star. To wit, recalleth the Bole - planted by Nophica, raised by Althyk in all their wisdom, to which giveth life to the star.”

This, she knew, of course - the earliest of her astrology lessons, the foundation upon which it was built - yet she was content to let him speak regardless, tilting her head as he continued on, studying his handsome features, illuminated only by the moon above… So lost had she been in his beauty that she’d scarce noticed he’d concluded his tale; only when he cleared his throat did she shake herself from her stupor, meeting his golden-eyed gaze to find him grinning softly at her. 

“Yet, for all their beauty and wisdom,” he murmured, reaching up to gently wrap his hand around the back of her neck, pulling her close, “their brilliance pales in comparison to that of thine, my fabled Warrior of Light. For even in the darkest of nights, thine light shines in my heart without equal, and so shall it always, for the rest of my waking days.”

[strong-with-the-sarcasm]

DPxDC idea: same premise as the fics where Jazz is in Gotham with a deaged Danny, and ends up dating Jason, but instead it's Jazz who's deaged and Danny ends up dating Cass

That’s a good one actually!

With my Revenant!Jazz drabbling, I’ve been thinking about Cass and how she’s portrayed in fanfiction.

“Spillways of your soul” (my posted Revenant!Jazz Drabble) is somewhere along the line of what I’m thinking for Cass. Not a lot of dialogue, more introspection and inner commentary.

I’ll tuck this one away for the future though! Thanks!

[wordlesslyjenneh]

Drabble prompt 24: Rebirth

When Fusoya saw the paladin enter the Lunar Palace, he thought it was Kluya. Was it a Revenant, raised by the unholy magic of Mount Ordeals, here to seek vengeance? Or was Kluya alive again, rebirthed through sheer willpower, here to do what Fusoya could not?

Fusoya watched the paladin move uncertainly through the Palace. This was not Kluya, Fusoya realized with relief. But who else could it be, looking so much like Kluya in his youth?

Realization slowly dawned, and Fuosya then knew who it was. Burying his shame, Fusoya called out to Kluya’s son, “At last, you've arrived!”

[cagebladeweek]

CageBlade Week Roundup

Thank you to all the contributors who helped make this week a success! We are grateful for everyone who took time to make words, do art, reblog, comment, and cheer on. Thank you! Before Anything Else: @asweetlovesong made our spectacular 2023 banner. THANK YOU SO MUCH!❤️

Without further ado, here is a masterpost! And yeah, it's long, but everyone in here deserves the shout-out.

Day 1:

Art:

Johnny & Sonya having a snowball fight by @asweetlovesong

Fics:

Spark by CosmicTapestries / @cosmictapestries

Bless Your Heart by jayiin/ @thenotebookwizard

Just Feel Better by ktbl / @dei2dei

Underdressed by @roztekawrites

Day 2:

Art:

Green Lantern Sonya takes her boyfriend to spaaaace! by @2tunafish

Fics:

Symptoms May Include by ktbl/ @dei2dei

Starstruck by CosmicTapestries / @cosmictapestries

I’ll be fine! By jayiin/ @thenotebookwizard

Panacea by @roztekawrites

Day 3:

Fics: 

Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance by by ktbl/ @dei2dei

Patching Up by @roztekawrites

Day 4:

Art:

Gargoyles! Spins on Sonya & Johnny by @drawingmouse

Fics:

You Are My Kind by ktbl/ @dei2dei

Southern Belle by jayiin/ @thenotebookwizard

The Sweetest Sound by CosmicTapestries / @cosmictapestries

The Best Catch by KarasikVsouse / @drawingmouse (English) and in Russian, Лучший улов

Surprise Gifts by @roztekawrites

Day 5:

Fics:

Developments by ktbl / @dei2dei

Exhibition Match by jayiin / @thenotebookwizard

Star-Fighter by @roztekawrites

Day 6:

Art:

Johnny's Early Career by @2tunafish

Fics:

Full Of Himself by jewels_and_gems / @blade-in-a-cage

Priorities by KarasikVsouse / @drawingmouse

Just Push Play by ktbl/ @dei2dei

Day 7:

Art:

Free Day Family picture by @drawingmouse

Free Day Johnny & Sonya Kameo Kiss by @2tunafish

Fics:

Blowing Kisses by @roztekawrites

What He Really Won by jayiin / @thenotebookwizard

lay (your weapons) down by ktbl/ @dei2dei

The Best Intentions and a Bowl of Skorthózoumi by CosmicTapestries / @cosmictapestries

Bonus! "day 8" "Admirers" drabble also by @roztekawrites... I mean, CageBlade -- if it's Janet Cage, it's still CageBlade, right? ;)

Here are some other great pieces of CageBlade content that were posted this week, though not for the event; we’re rounding them up here so they can get some more love too!

Don’t think these were intended for cagebladeweek, but coincidentally @crimescrimson posted some spectacular gifsets so we’re including them here! One & Two

Also posted this week was this great Revenant redesign by @darkimperialjedi

And this captures Sonya and Johnny’s dynamic in a nutshell, by @corre1310-blog

[mugloversonly]

Steddie Master List

The Revenant of You He’s not a Runner, He’s a Rockstar About Time AO3 What Happens Afterwards? AO3 Silver over Gold What’s in a name AO3 Just a kiss AO3 Microfics Shampoo Meaningless? (I love you)Staying in the pastMoving Forward Soft Steddie Sept Smutty Sept Holiday Drabbles 2024 AO3 Monster Calendar

[aunteat]

WIP Tag Game

Thank you for the tag @leslutdepointedulac 💖 thank you!

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Denis

drabble

r May

Untitled Document

a/d

tagging @rebel-revenant @mothmage @lovevamp @hekateinhell

[chapter-master-darius]

Life and Death

(Probably be long, so slapping a KP. This is a drabble, not anything IRL! Still gonna be sad though.)

"Congratulations Neophytes. You have all succeeded in the first trials. You will become initiates. Scout Marines. But while you will not be a full Astartes yet, you have become Revenants. I hope I will live to see you all in the First or Second Companies."

Julen could have cried. In fact, he did a little. He wasn't alone, his friends were also holding back tears. They did it! They have become Revenants!

"I shall see you all when you graduate from the Tenth Company, but for now, you will be placed under the care of Captain Ta'Shar and his scout sergeants." Head Chaplain Gray finishes his speech with that, gesturing for the Captain to take it from there.

Julen knew he and his battle brothers would not disappoint.

----

Julen watches the light fade away from Lunn's eyes. He chokes back tears as he tries to shake his brother awake. A hand on his shoulder jerks him back to reality.

"He is dead." His sergeant says, yet not unkindly. "Let us honor him properly. Can you stand?"

"Y-Yes, sir."

"No you can't. Allow me to carry him." The sergeant takes Lunn's body from him. "Follow me Julen."

Julen couldn't hold back his tears at the funeral for his friend.

----

"Congratulations Initiates. Oh, my apologies, that should be 'Battle-Brothers' now." The Head Chaplain says. Did he always start his speeches with 'Congratulations'?

Julen and his fellow Battle-Brothers all salute, the clank from fifty armored hands meeting armored chests at the same time being impressively loud. "Captain Ta'Shar will have your marching orders. I apologize that my speech isn't as long here as it is for when you all became Scouts. But in my defense, you'll be standing here longer while you listen to Ta'Shar rattle off names and companies."

The Scout Captain levels the Head Chaplain with a look that can best be described as; 'I'm going to piss in your cereal.'

When his name is called, he salutes again. "Julen, 8th Company. Report to Administrator Drekketh for assignment to a squad."

Julen nods and walks to the rest of his brothers waiting to be taken to the 8th Company's vessel.

----

Julen looks up and cant help his amazed expression. Luckily he is wearing a helmet.

His father, Darius, is in front of him and his bruised and battered squad. He takes multiple rounds directly to his chest and pauldrons and simply shrugs them off, barely even jerking with the impact.

"COME ON THEN! WHO TAUGHT YOU TO SHOOT?! DID YOUR STANDARDS REALLY BECOME SO LAX AFTER YOU GOT YOUR ASSES KICKED AT SEBASTUS?!" Father yells at the Iron Warriors they face.

Julen grabs his bolter and begins to fire at the traitors, he is mindful to stay in cover. His armor is already damaged, it would be foolhardy to expose too much of himself.

As the last Iron Warrior falls, Father jumps down into the trench. His squad all try to stand and salute. "No need to get up. Get your rest, we'll have some apothecaries here soon. Where is the Sergeant of your squad?"

Julen stands at attention as he speaks: "Our Sergeant has fallen, Fa-...Sir."

A deep chuckle comes from the large astartes. "It's fine if you call me 'Father', truly." He looks around before his eyes fall upon Julen. "What is your name?" He asks, tone warm but the cold, unmoving metal of his helmet still slightly off-putting. Julen doesn't know why, it is identical to his own helmet, except for the size.

"Battle-Brother Julen, Father." He says, his posture stiffening.

"At ease, Julen. I am placing you in temporary command of your squad. When you all return to allied lines you will be taken to the 8th Company and rest. You have all done well." Julen beams with pride under his helmet, and he knows his squad does aswell.

"And Julen, I will speaking to Captain Mateo about you. Your initiative is commendable."

Julen could almost cry.

----

It's...cold. Julen thinks Why am I cold?

He looks down.

Oh. That's why. A large hole is where his heart should be. He can see that he's missing a lung as well.

He hears movement and looks up. It is Father.

"...Julen?"

He remembered his name! But he sounds sad?

"Yes Father?" He asks, his voice soft.

"Where is your squad?"

"They fell. I had to retreat a little, to get to an advanta-" Julen cannot continue, he starts to cough. Why does he taste blood?

"Save your voice, my son." Father says, getting on a knee next to him. "Would you like to remove your helmet?"

Now that he thinks about it, he would. A slow nod.

Julen blinks as Father removes his helmet. "Father...could you remove your helmet? I've never seen what you look like. I'd like to."

Father removes his helmet, worry and sadness is clear on his face.

We have the same hair. Julen thinks. "Father...why do you look sad?"

"You are dying Julen."

"Oh..." Julen looks down. "...will you stay with me? As I go?"

"Yes my son, I will stay with you."

Julen smiles at that.

"That's nice of you." He murmurs, eyes sliding closed.

Battle Brother Julen of the Fourth Company never opens his eyes again.

[tendertenebrosity]

Masterpost: First of the Hollow

Various drabbles written about my OC, tentatively titled the Hollow. A member of a logging expedition makes a bargain with an ancient forest spirit! Fantasy whump with body horror elements. Not a ton of plot to speak of as yet.

1 - Payment

2 - Memory

3 - Chest

4 - Grief

5 - Waterfall

6 - Offering

TBD - punishment

7 - Company

8 - Judgement

9 - Complications

10 - Revenant

Backstory - family

Art by Friendlyforestbeast

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