#rewrite :)

[myharkness]

MOMMY'S BUNNY

3k words. summary: agatha is a workaholic—she likes getting things done before resting. sometimes, however, you miss her. you just want her to come to bed with you. and you find a way to make that happen. tags: sub!reader, fem!reader, dom!agatha, established relationship, age gap, pet names, enchanted strap, reader is a little oblivious/innocent, pet names, praise kink, accidental seduction, enchanted strap, nipple play, hands-free orgasm, blow job, mommy kink, creampie, slight pain kink, mild overstimulation, size kink, dacryphilia, bulging, degradation, accidental seduction, etc.

The rain falls lightly at night, the trees rustle with the force of the wind, and the cold comes in waves. The tapping of the computer's keyboard echoes in the house, steady and melodic, stopping for the occasional sip of tea from the steaming mug. Agatha sits at the dining table, darkness surrounding her aside from a soft, yellow light above her. She's been working all day long—and she'd started typing away from the second she arrived home from work.

You, as always, never complained. She's the one bringing home the money, making sure you stay home so she can see you every day at any time she wants. Instead, you do your best to be supportive, bringing her meals to ensure she's well-fed, bringing her tea whenever she appears too stressed, and reminding her to take short breaks every once in a while to avoid being burned out.

And as supportive as you want to be—you also need her at your side. Especially at night, when you're tired. When you know she's tired. You want to feel her next to you, like every night, nuzzle into her neck, sink into the heat of her body, and sleep safely in her arms. But you're alone instead. So you slide out of the comfort of your bed and step outside, watching her work diligently.

"Aggie?" Your voice flows through the air, entering your lover's ears. You watch her glance up at you, peeking over her glasses as you bite down on your lip nervously.

"Yes, sweetheart?" Agatha replies gently, glancing at the time. She removes her glasses and sets them aside, eyes wandering over your body appreciatively, unabashed. She knows you're too oblivious to realize what you're doing to her—what your body is doing to her. You just dress comfortably around the house, she just happens to find everything you wear delicious.

You're clad in one of your soft, more snug shirts. It's dark purple, her favorite color, and the chilly air makes it obvious you're not wearing any underwear. The fluffy black shorts you wear hang loosely around your waist, threatening to dip too low at any given moment. She can see the v-lines on your lower abdomen, and her eyes trail up to your chest, firm and round—plump. She can almost feel them in her hands.

"Are you coming to bed soon?" You ask gently, leaning against the door frame. Your hair is fluffy and messy, framing your face and barely interrupting your line of sight. Your eyes are tired, watching her expectantly, swimming with a hint of diffidence. Agatha lifts her finger and motions for you to come to her, moving her chair away from the table.

Your legs move before your mind processes the command. The second you're directly in front of her, she points the tip of her finger downwards, eyes still on the computer screen, and you sink to your knees. You keep your hands on your lap, fingers curled as you look up at her, pretty and doe-eyed. Her lips stretch into a smile, fingers gently pinching your chin as she looks down at you.

"What did you think was going to happen when you came in here looking like that, angel?" She murmurs, brushing past your previous question. Your eyes shimmer with confusion, and you tilt your head to the side curiously.

"Like what?" You ask softly, watching her pupils dilate.

"Oh, bunny," Agatha sighs condescendingly, and her thumb brushes over your bottom lip. "This pretty head of yours is just so silly sometimes, huh? Can't even understand the simplest thing, can you? So dumb and innocent, baby—and all mine, right?"

"Yes," You answer, heat crawling up your neck. Your cheeks burn a light shade of red, eyes shifting down. "Yours.."

"Who's?" She asks in a soft whisper, gripping your chin. Her smile feels dangerous, and her eyes shine with a silent warning.

"I—I'm yours, Mommy," You answer, swallowing thickly.

"Good girl," She coos. "Mommy still has some work to do, bunny, but I'll let you spend some time here with me. Would that make you happy, pretty girl?"

You nod quickly, "Mhm. Yes, please.."

Satisfied, Agatha hums and places down her pen. Your eyes are glued to her hands as they slowly undo her belt, making your eyes fall onto the action, lips parted. You shuffle forward and the corners of your lips glisten as you watch her undo the button slowly. You bite back a whine, hands moving to her thighs as you kiss the tips of her fingers. Your eyes are already wet, and you shift as you catch her zipper with your teeth, tugging it downwards.

She watches you, jaw flexing as she clenches her jaw. Her hand dips into her boxers, pulling out the purple dildo she'd let you get acquainted with. You glance up at her, seeking her permission, and she nods briefly, brushing your hair away from your face. You lick your lips and part them obediently before leaning forward. She slides the strap into your mouth, and you watch her inhale sharply.

"Atta girl," She breathes out. "Just be good 'til Mommy's done.."

She returns her attention to the computer, and you hear the mouse click occasionally, the tapping of the keyboards echoing once again. Your tongue presses on the underside of her cock, and your cheeks hollow as you slowly bob your head. You can hear her breaths above you, quick and heavy, and the speed of the keyboard taps slow.

Slowly, you sink your mouth further down experimentally, until she stretches your throat and she's nestled comfortably there. Her hand falls on the table and she gasps, her fingers tangling in your hair at the action. Your eyes sting with tears, but you breathe in through your nose to avoid gagging.

"Fuck," She groans, and her hips buck. You gag, sniffling, "Fuck, sorry, baby. Sorry—jus' stay there. Be g-good for Mommy.."

You let out a choked groan when she begins thrusting her hips. Your fingers grip her thighs as you focus on bobbing your head, listening to her moans, feeling her fingers tug at your hair firmly. She's already close—you can feel it in the desperation of her messy thrusts. You've never had her so far down your throat before, you know it's driving her crazy.

You push down, nuzzling your nose into her pelvis. A loud moan rips through her throat, thighs trembling beneath your hands, and she squeezes you tightly into her. You swallow around her cock and lift your hand up, wrapping around the slight bulge in your throat and squeezing. You choke and splutter as her hips buck desperately, and she reaches the orgasm she's so desperately been chasing.

She watches you, mouth parted and eyes wide. Her fingers dig into your scalp, and tears stream down your cheeks as you bob your head up and down, helping her fuck your mouth through her orgasm. She falls back against the chair, moaning loud and unabashed as she pushes your head down, the tip of your nose pressed against her skin once again.

You can feel her fill up your mouth, her legs twitching each time you swallow her release. Finally, she lets go of your hair and allows you to pull away from her strap. Your lungs burn, and your jaw aches, but your return to her cock, grasping it delicately with your fingers, looking up at her with wet eyes and tear-stained cheeks as you lick the cum off the shaft. Her head falls back as she tries catching her breath, but her eyes never leave yours.

"Shit," She sighs, chuckling breathlessly. "Fuck, bunny. That's a nice trick you got there, huh? Where'd you learn that?"

Your cheeks flush, "Well, I—I was just ... thinking 'bout you. I wanted to make you feel good, and I through I'd try it.."

She runs her fingers through your hair, "Just wanted to make Mommy feel good, huh?"

You nod, still flushed. Your eyes are still wet, and the strap stands straight, brushing against your cheek as you look up at her. Your knees begin to feel sore, and the cold catches up to you, leaving goosebumps to appear on your skin.

"I think you've earned yourself a reward, bunny. Why don't you get on the bed, hm?" She hums softly, and you perk. You stand on your feet, ignoring the pain in your knees as you make your way to the bedroom, sitting on the bed obediently.

You can hear her in the kitchen, likely returning her empty mug. Her footsteps move in your direction, slow and careful, leaving you to squirm in place. You rarely receive a reward or punishment—you have a tendency to stay in the middle, on her good side, but with the occasional bratty acts that keep her on her toes.

"Ready, bunny?" She asks as she walks through the door. Her lips curl into a smirk as your cheeks turn red beneath her attention, but you nod quickly, expressing your desire as your eyes travel to the unbuttoned pants, the bulge leaving a wet stain on her crotch.

"Yes, Mommy," You swallow. She chuckles and walks slowly.

"You're unusually eager," She murmurs thoughtfully. "Excited?"

"Uh-huh," You nod. "Want you.."

She beckons you over to the edge of the bed. You obey instantly, sitting on the corner and letting your legs hang over the bed, barely brushing against the floor as you look up at her. Her lips catch yours in a gentle kiss, something soft in comparison to the passion-filled kisses she usually gives you when she's eager to devour you whole.

Your hands reach up, grasping her shirt as your eyes close, opening your mouth to let her tongue slide in. Her lips are as soft as they usually are, and her tongue is kinder as she sucks in your bottom lip. She moans lightly, and her hand grips your jaw lightly, allowing her to work her tongue inside your mouth. She continues to kiss you, hands moving down to the hem of your shirt.

"Arms up," She murmurs against your lips. You whine and pull back briefly, raising your arms and allowing her to slide your shirt off. She groans as she watches your breasts appear from beneath the soft material. Her hand pushes you back softly, guiding you to lay back on the bed. She kneels on the mattress, draping your legs over her thighs as her fingers knead at your breasts.

You whine briefly, the back of your hand coming to rest over your mouth. Your face feels hot as her fingers gently pinch your nipples. She smiles wide at your reaction, pulling your hand away from your mouth.

"Let Mommy hear you, angel," She murmurs, chuckling. "You think I forgot how sensitive you are here?"

You twitch, lips parting in a needy, breathy groan. Your eyes cloud over as she leans down, taking a nipple in her mouth while she toys with the other one. You whimper, breathing heavily as her teeth gently nip at your skin.

"Mommy," You moan, wrapping your legs around her waist. She chuckles and sucks harshly at your nipple, making your body jolt as a high-pitched squeak leaves you, looking up at her with teary eyes.

"Hm," She mumbles. "Wonder if you can cum like this.."

You cry out when she bites down on your nipple, panting heavily. She moves to the swell of your breast, sucking a mark on it. You can feel a coil tighten in your abdomen—it feels strange. Weaker, but still pleasurable. She moves her mouth to the other nipple. Tears sting your eyes—like there's a connection from your nipples to your clit. Your legs tighten around her waist, your eyes shoot up to the ceiling and your fingers curl around the blanket as you focus on chasing the feeling.

"M'gonna cum ," You choke, and your hands hoot to grab at her shoulders. "Please, Mommy—can I?"

She hums in approval, biting down on your nipple once more. Your eyes fly to her, hands tangling in her hair as you moan loudly, hips moving as you chase the high you feel as the coil in your abdomen snaps. Your mouth waters, cheeks flushed in embarrassment. You came so fast—with your pussy untouched.

"My sensitive little bunny," She murmurs softly, releasing your nipple with a pop. You sigh, slumping against the mattress as you try pressing your thighs together. You're wet between your legs, and your clit pulses angrily, arousal soaking your thighs.

She taps your leg, "Open."

Your legs part obediently, but your mind barely processes. You feel a little spacey, your head is fuzzy and you feel a little sluggish. But you're so turned on, so needy for her. She cups your cheek, and you realize you've been lost in your head, catching your breath.

"How do you want me?" She whispers, and her fingers gently pull your shorts aside. Her fingers nudge at your clit. "Talk to me, angel."

You whine, "Want your cock, Mommy..."

"Yeah?" She asks softly. "Want Mommy's cock inside you, huh?"

You clench around nothing, nodding quickly. Her lips twitch into a smirk, and her fingers dip into your cunt. You groan, walls fluttering around her fingers as she fills you up nicely, moving her hand in slow, gentle thrusts. She has an idea—you know she does because of the smirk she wears, the glint in her eyes.

"Wanna try something new, baby?" She asks, her grin never faltering. You nod along, eyes fluttering closed as you focus on the feeling of her fingers inside you. She slides them out and you whine, but she positions the strap against your entrance and sinks into you. You pussy wraps around it the way it always does, and you gasp as the ridges massage your walls, leaving you pulsing.

"F-fuck, Mommy—so good," You pant, groaning breathlessly. She doesn't answer, doesn't even move before you feel a stretch inside you that almost makes you lose your mind. Your eyes snap open and you look at her—your mouth falls open when another stretch makes a moan fall from your lips, making you feel fuller than ever.

"Look at that.." Agatha chuckles, her hand moving to stroke your belly. There's a bulge there—you see sweat trailing down the side of her neck. You don't know how she hasn't cum inside you yet—you're already so close to losing yourself. She moves her hands under your thighs and lifts them, letting your legs rest on her shoulders as she shifts her position.

"Ohmygod—" You gasp, and she moans loudly. She pulls her hips back and snaps them forward, making your eyes roll back as she begins a steady pace. She doesn't ease up, and her hand moves to your belly again. When she pushes down on the bulge, you sob loudly and let your back arch off the bed.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Agatha hisses sharply. "Fuck, bunny. So fucking tight—m'gonna fuckin' cum already.."

"Mommy—" You sob, pulsing around her. Your cum slides out, coating her cock, acting as a lubricant as she keeps fucking into you. The new size of the toy makes you burn, but it hurts so good. You wiggle your hips, and the movement causes a guttural moan to leave Agatha's lips, still fucking you roughly.

"All mine, bunny," She whispers breathlessly. "You're all mine, okay? Mommy's your first and your last—nobody is going to touch you."

"Yes, Mommy," You whine, flushing. She increases the pace of her thrusts. She's usually much more silent when she's fucking you, but she's moaning out with every thrust, breathing heavily, ragged and desperate. Her hand remains pressed against the bulge. Her thighs shake as you push your hand over hers, adding more pressure to the bulge. Your eyes water and your mouth drops open as she fucks into your sweet spot again, and again, and again.

"Oh my—fuck, Mommy, it's so good!" You moan gutturally, feeling her fingers dip into your hips as she fucks you harder, Her panting and moaning drive you so much closer to yet another orgasm—but the way her eyes gloss over when you press down on the bulge makes you want to burst. Your hands slide up her arms, eyes falling shut as you clench tightly around her.

"Fuck!" She groans, jackhammering into you with more vigor as her fingers rub tight circles on your clit. Your mind goes blank, your mouth dropping open as you reach your third orgasm. You see stars behind your eyes, feeling her release inside you. She slows the thrusting, filling you up to the brim—but she doesn't stop thrusting. Her fingers on your clit make you writhe, lower abdomen trembling as tears stain your temples.

"Too much—" You choke out, legs shaking. She pulls her fingers from your clit, hips moving slowly inside you as she slowly finishes filling you up. She nuzzles into your neck, breathing heavily. You're still trying to catch your breath, but she's lost in another word. You wince as you sit up, and she pulls you up as she sits on the bed.

She's still inside you, and you rest your head on her shoulder, relaxing your body as you shift. It makes you accidentally pulse around her, making her choke out a moan and thrust harshly, sensitive from the intense orgasm.

"Fuck," You whine. "Sorry, m'sorry.."

Agatha breathes out and gently lifts you, making you wince. With a bated breath, she lays you back on the bed and unhooks the strap, sighing as the sensitivity eases. She watches cum soak your thighs, and the bedsheets beneath you.

"How're you, bunny?" She asks softly, kissing your brow.

You hum, eyes closing, "If I wasn't tired before, I am now."

Agatha laughs lightly, kissing your lips briefly. She brushes your hair away from your face. She watches you eyes droop faintly, but your arms wrap around her neck and pull her in for a tight hug.

"If you get up to do more work, I will throw that fucking computer in the pool."

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[justkending]

UPDATED!!! Also... I may or may not be getting more comfortable with writing smut 😏 More to come ;)

One Night Flame. Chapter 17.

Series Summary: Y/N is a 3rd grade teacher, who had a really bad breakup. To help cheer her up, her friends convince her to go out to a bar on a school night, something she never does now a day, and things take an unpredictable turn. The stranger she meets, and later has a one night stand with, may be harder to get rid of than she thought.

Pairing: Y/N Carter x Dean Winchester

Word Count: 2600+

Chapter 17:

Dean did precisely what he said he would. For two whole months, he ‘courted’ me.

Without putting a label on it, making sure I didn’t feel rushed and 'actually fell for his charm as he pulled out all the stops,’ as he so graciously put it. We eventually made it official and put the boyfriend and girlfriend label on it a week into March.

Now, three months later, we are celebrating our three-month anniversary of those labels, and apparently, Dean had something planned, knowing I would have a chaotic day as it was the last day of school. And by God… I’m emotionally, physically, and mentally drained. I’m more than happy to turn off my brain and let him take the reins tonight.

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[mumatsi]

Black goo everywhere sigh

[gothamite-rambler]

Red Robin coming out to his foster father, Batman

Red Robin: Batman?

Batman (looking at the city lights): Hm?

Red Robin: I'm… not quite sure how to tell you this because I'm still adjusting to it. "Adjusting" is an odd word, but it's crazy when you find out in your teens that... that I… I like pie!

Batman: Um… Okay?

Red Robin: Yeah, and the pies I like are apple and sweet potato. I always thought I liked apple, but I also really, really like sweet potato—guy—p—pies! And it’s just… not everyone gets that. I never thought you could like both um—

Batman (flatly): Types of pies.

Red Robin (nervous nodding, then taking a breath): Yeah, yeah! Even my parents, who I love, didn’t get people liking certain baked goods, but were never against that. My dad... didn't get me, but always said he would love me no matter what. I think they’d have accepted that… would you accept that? Would any of you accept this?

Red Robin sighed turning away.

Red Robin (whispering): Where was I going with this? Why did I pick pies? Just tell him.

Red Robin sighed, holding his head down. Batman, already sensing what his sidekick was trying to convey, cleared his throat. He wasn’t used to mushy feelings; he was seen as the withdrawn, tough, intimidating Dark Knight at night and billionaire straight playboy Bruce Wayne... and that was true. But in this moment, he tried his best.

Batman: I’ve worked with many people in my civilian life and hero life. Some liked… baked goods that I wasn’t into, and you know how I usually reacted? I don’t care about that. I care about who they are, if they’re a good person, and if they truly love… pies. Who am I to judge? Love is love, that's how I've always thought of it. I think your parents would say the same thing. We all love you… Tim.

Red Robin covered his face and let out an embarrassed groan while Batman stood next to him.

Batman (with a knowing smile): This isn't about pies, is it?

Red Robin shook his head.

Red Robin (confessing): Bruce… I’m bisexual. And this is going to sound stupid to ask, but I’m not strange for being that, right?

Batman: Nope.

Red Robin: Are you lying to me? Are you secretly not okay with this?

Batman: Nope, I'm not lying to you. I'm okay with it because it doesn't make you any different. I don't understand all that, but again I'm not turning my back on you. You said you're bi, not abusing animals.

Red Robin: Is it okay if I hug you?

Batman: Yeah, sure.

Batman and Red Robin hugged for a few seconds, then pulled away. Red Robin wiped his masked-covered eyes.

Red Robin: My allergies are acting up.

Batman (dryly): Hate when that happens. Oh, and if it helps, I kind of figured you were gay and was waiting for you to tell me, but the bi caught me by surprise. Do I need to get you a celebration pie?

Batman chuckled at his own joke, while Red Robin rolled his eyes.

Batman: Come on, that’s funny. I’m proud of you, though. They would be too. Trust me, Janet and Jack weren’t homophobic rich people. Snooty at times, but they would never turn their backs on you. And I won’t either. So let’s discuss setting you up on dates later and get back to patrolling Gotham.

Red Robin (laughing): We don’t have to do that first part. So... how do I tell the rest of the family?

Batman: Well, luckily none of them heard our conversation, but we can invite them all over for dinner. They probably won't be to shocked. I'm curious though is the bi flag different from the main one?

Red Robin: Yeah, the colors are nice, why do you ask?

Batman: I want to make sure I get the right pin. Batwoman scolded me for fifteen minutes cause I didn't remember there was a lesbian flag. I am learning and you are too.

Red Robin (shaking his head with a soft smile): You have no idea.

[carawenfiction]

The Shadow Society Rewrite Sneak Peeks

Since I'm still working on the demo for the rewrite, I wanted to share some sneak peeks of what I've done so far. I'm also hoping that this gives a look at what might change and what might potentially stay the same.

The last screenshot featuring the main group was edited in advance since I haven't gotten to chapter 2. It's taken from the original version of TSS with some additional editing since I think that scene mostly works as it is. There are plot points and scenes in the original TSS that need to be reworked/rewritten completely since they suffer from a rushed process and failing to add to the overall plot, but then there are some like this that mostly suffer from lack of editing. More editing is probably needed in these sneak peeks, but this is what the writing looks like for now. If anyone's got feedback of any kind, constructive, positive or negative, feel free to let me know!

Please keep in mind that the writing presented here is part of the first draft and might be edited further/change in the final version.

[puppyjt]

ok all caste rewrite. bc i've had it on my mind for a while. insanely long post (for me at least) so strap in if you care and skim politely if you don't. this took way too long.

i must preface by saying, i have not fully read rhato 2011, i absolutely hate scott lobdell, so if anything here is totally wrong relating to that, my bad, i tried my best to incorporate stuff from canon. ALSO i do not know shit about spirituality irl, this is a fictional philosophy, okay? okay.

my all caste is very soul magic focused, this type of magic is wielded by all caste and i think its very insinuated this is the main type of magic used and that their magic/work/training focuses on soul related things.

this is how dc fandom wiki defines soul magic:

"A type of magic that is powered by the souls of others; it allows its user to view one's aura, manipulate the soul to reveal knowledge within another, steal the powers of others, and recharge mana by grazing through other's souls. The Faust family line are notable practitioner, as it requires a user to have either no soul or a tattered soul and to be demonically empowered to cast."

but i'm going to redefine some things. these are MY definitions/revisions of these concepts/things, as stated before, they are not going to align perfectly with the comics/canon. "oh but you said that as a statement/the truth when it's not in dc canon", it is true, in my rewrite.

for soul magic, let's talk about the last part. i'd argue that jason has a "tattered soul" and essence has no soul, but neither is "demonically empowered", so scratch that off the criteria. "oh but what about all the other all-caste members?", let's say that to have a somewhat pure soul, your soul must be somewhat tattered. therefore any one who is cleansed, trained by the all-caste, and uses soul magic, must have a tattered soul. tattered ≠ corrupt. tattered = damaged/having had experienced hardships.

purity and evilness/corruption - a measurement of someone's soul/aura based off their actions, the effects of the actions, and mildly the intentions behind them. (think the points system in the good place, but like, slightly less flawed lol.)

here's a visual representation of some of these things as i feel i do not have the skills to properly verbalize how i visualize it:

^ related to this; being fully on one side of the spectrum does not mean one cannot have "evil" or "pure" aspects. additionally, being "fully corrupted" and "fully pure" does not necessarily mean they are untitled or all-caste, or that they have touched the absolute evil or cleansing.

the cleansing - opposite to absolute evil. a powerful "water" that can cleanse the souls of those who are not (fully) corrupted. if someone's soul is too corrupt or has touched the absolute evil, the cleansing kills them.

absolute evil - deriving from the well of sins. opposite to the cleansing. a powerful "water" that can corrupt the souls of those who are not (somewhat) pure. if someone's soul is too pure or has been cleansed, the absolute evil kills them.

the untitled - ancient evil race, of essentially demons, descending from eight siblings who touched the absolute evil. they take positions of power to lure people in and corrupt their souls.

all-caste - ancient cult of warrior monks created by the ninth sibling, ducra, who resisted the absolute evil and found the cleansing. cleanses people and then trains them to take down the untitled. members also train to have omniscience.

omniscience - (the "all" in all-caste.) the ability to see the future, past, and present all at once, specifically in regards to aura/souls. they can see how corrupt or pure someone has been, will be, and is. this helps members find the untitled amongst regular people. those who have this also tend to be colder and drier as they see much corrut

all-mother - the leader of the all-caste. possesses the ability to read anyone's soul/aura and determine whether or not they can be cleansed (or corrupted). gains the knowledge of members once they die. formerly ducra, would be essence but she technically refused the title, although she attempted to rebuild the all-caste after they were slain and before she was trapped in the blood blades.

all-daughter / the first daughter - essence. the first daughter and the heir to the all-caste. will gain all of the power and knowledge of the all-mother (and thus all deceased members) in the event she is killed.

the chosen / the last son - jason todd. the one prophesied to take over the all-caste when ducra died, originally thought to be essence by most until jason rolled around.

chamber of all - a magical space that apparently has a gateway to hell and the past?—really could not find a solid definition for this. help.

acres of all - a land within Tibetan mountains that is the home of the all-caste. surrounds/built around the chamber of all and the cleansing waters.

all-blades - a weapon made of the physical manifestation of one's soul. classically conjured into blades (hence the name), though can be conjured as other weapons as technology advances. kills the untitled/those with fully corrupt souls, cannot harm anyone who is not fully corrupted. held by jason todd.

blood blades - a weapon made from of the blood of the holder. same as above; can be conjured as any weapon but typically blades. traps the untitled/those with fully corrupted souls, cannot harm the pure—if one does, they themselves are trapped inside. held by essence/isabel ardila.

(all doesn't look like a real word anymore...)

personally, i think defining good and evil like this is so silly, but for a fictional little world, it's okay.

also i added that the blades can be made into other weapons bc i think the idea of jason using guns with all-blade/soul manifestation bullets is the most peak thing ever!!!!! if you take any concept away from this, let it be that!

okay. moving on to ducra and essence.

who is ducra? the all-mother. an ancient magic user who was extremely corruptible (in that middle circle of our spectrum), but cleansed herself of evil. completely omniscient. currently deceased, but her soul is present in the acres of all and can communicate with her daughter.

who is essence? the last daughter. an ancient being with no soul. she was originally born as a real girl, where she witnessed her aunts/uncles touch the absolute evil. has been continually remade by her mother using the shadows (think god making adam out of clay). NON-HUMAN (fuck you rh:o for calling her human). is technically the leader of the remaining all-caste, however has not trained anyone yet and likely will not for a while. currently bound to the blood blades and isabel ardila.

i wrote the above after the below, so below is explaining/elaborating on some of the above:

-> so, i've questioned, is essence supposed to be about the same age as jason ? i always think it's kind of weird that she's supposed to be ancient and he's like, mentally fifteen.

i've seen it done as ducra and essence endlessly giving birth to each other, and that's fine. i'm not sure if it's canon but idc. my idea is that ducra continuously recreates essence (using the shadows of course) and does not allow her to have the memories of her former selves, so that she can learn knew things each new life and study different areas—and also so ducra can teach and tell her selective things and information. this would make sense as essence would be 17/18 when her and jason, ahem, begin their relationship. but then when ducra dies, essence gains the knowledge of all of her former lives, and all of the all-caste, and essentially becomes thousands of years old mentally. thus there is no weird age difference when they initially hook up.

-> i'm also totally not sure on whether ducra is dead or not??? rhato2011 claims her and the rest of the all-caste were killed, but red hood: outlaw features her and another all-caste member. essence also sees them as force ghost type things. let's say (mildly based off very vague canon) the force ghost thing is the last manifestation of their soul/magic. ducra had a lot so hers can stick around for a long time.

additional info, some important, some not:

-> the all caste, specifically ducra, is extremely puritanical, for a buttload of reasons and with a buttload of causes:

the untitled basically breed like crazy, so sex is viewed as an evil/untitled act. ducra perpetuates this by using the shadows to rebirth essence instead of actually rebirthing her (although given the fact that ducra is ancient i don't think that would be biologically possible anyway).

the absolute evil and the cleansing must touch bare skin to work, so nudity/being unclothed is viewed as extremely weak and dangerous because you are allowing yourself to possibly be exposed to the absolute evil. it is only allowed when you are being cleansed (and obviously changing showering etc, but that is done in private quarters).

this is why the all-caste monks wear the layers they do (actual buddhists monks do wear robes to cover such things, as well as for practical reasons like the cold etc), and essence always had the full black body suit (it is considered completely scandalous for it to be skin tight, but she gets away with it because she's ducra's daughter) .

i'm going to make a few posts relating to all of this; at LEAST, one with visuals of how i view everything, and one going in depth on jason and essence's relationship in my revision. i might also write some fics based off this au/revision.

-> i want to say that the acres of all are immune to omniscience and anything that happens within them is not known to everyone else. but this is iffy because i mostly like the idea because i want jason and essence's relationship to be a secret for most of it (not sure if that's canon or not).

-> while training, bruce was offered to train the all-caste/ducea but once told about the cleansing, he refused. he was worried that the cleansing would kill him because he was too corrupt. :(

ask questions, give suggestions, and give constructive feedback. this is all for fun but my goodness ive put so much thought into it. its three am and this hasn't been proofread so ill fix it up later.

some posts that partially inspired/helped the creation of this one: what-ifs @moon-ayyye , talking about essence @spiritsglade , these reblogs and replies @autisticrosewilson , + some others that i can't find :( and literally anyone who has ever posted about the all caste on here because i've read so many posts.

[zqttixx]

Holy Knight's are probably the most different from canon in my rewrite,,, (aside from the celestial beings) they're more like executioner priests of a false religion ?? still called Holy Knight's tho !

[theangrycomet-art]

That Too

Wanted to fully clean up a little sketch from before but I busted my hand so yeah

Who Moony's talking about is up to interpretation

Hieght ref

COMMISSIONS OPEN

KOFI

[a-deceptive-calling]

Nightmare scene, but it’s more abstract and Springtrap is a sleep paralysis demon. He hungers for lean Remnant in the night……

[alisaretter]

I fucking love it!!!!! I fucking take it

Human rewrite!

[nyaa]

[supd00dle]

No Comment.

[gothamite-rambler]

Dick (resting his arm on the table): Barbie, if I turned into a vampire and you had to kill me or would you give up to be with me forever as my vampire queen? This is in a world where I was insane enough to still want to date you.

Barbara (stirring her tea, no hesitation): Hoe if anyone is becoming a vampire royal first it's going to be me and my vampire king Garth would be by my side.

Dick (jealous): Why do you keep wanting him? He's not even that hot! Sorry Garth.

Garth (sweetly): It's okay, I'm aware you're jealous.

Barbara: That he is. Dick, don't call me Barbie again. Now follow up question would I be the same person I am but as a sexy vampire or Buffy the vampire slayer rules?

Dick: Buffy.

Barbara: Oh, then obviously I'm Buffy, but you're not Angel or Spike. If anything I'm slaying your ass. With?

Dick (flatly): With Garth by your side.

Barbara (patting the man on the side of his face): Now you're getting it.

Dick shoved Barbara's hand away with a smirk while Garth sipped from his tea cup.

Garth: I'm just glad to be included.

[soilology]

actually, now that i think about it, this would be a neat episode idea if he WERE alive. niffty accidentally runs into her ex husband while running errands for the hotel or something. maybe they wouldn't recognize eachother at first?? idk. i had a vision where he was a cockroach

would Niffty’s husband be in Hell given he cheated on her(commited adultery, a sin)

yes!! but fortunately he was a victim of a previous extermination, so she doesn't have to worry about him anymore! (doesn't make her any less worried though)

[dntaed]

“It’s currently—” Jason leans back on the counter’s edge to glance at the clock, “—five in the morning.”

“We talked all night?”

The refrigerator’s light glows in the kitchen, casting its hue on you and Jason. You stay seated stubbornly on the counter. The cool surface biting into the bare skin of your thighs.

“I’m freezing.” You groan.

Jason coos. He moves to stand between your legs. Your head instinctively falls to his shoulders.

“Poor baby.” You can imagine the smug grin on his face. “Weren't you the one who decided not to sleep tonight–”

“But–”

“–to eat, what is this again?” He picks up the Ice-cream carton placed next to you.

“Ice-cream. I was craving something sweet.”

“No wonder you're freezing. Plus, we need to address your sweet tooth.” He laughs.

“I have a weakness for sweet things.” You place a chaste kiss on his cheek. Jason snorts. The corners of his lips curled.

You snatch the carton from his hands. Grabbing the spoon you take another bite. You can feel your mouth freeze as the cold spreads in your mouth.

“Oh no, poor baby–”

“Shut up, Jay.”

“Want me to warm you up?”

You give him a faux glare.

“How do you stay warm, anyway? You hog all the blankets, maybe that's why.”

He gasps. “No, I do not.”

“Take responsibility, Jason Todd. Warm my hands for me.” You reach out your hands in front him, fingers wiggling. The smile on your face reaches your eyes.

With a tender grip, he wraps your hands in his, the warmth of his palms spreading slowly into your cold fingers.

“I spoil you too much.”

“Kiss me,” you whispered back.

He smiled, a pearl-iridescent grin that lures you in. “You always order me about.”

“Kiss me.”

“Now you want a kiss? Are you sure?” The corners of his smile curled, turning into a teasing smirk. “Because once I do, I might not be able—”

Your hands grasped the fabric of his collar and yanked him down.

His lips danced around yours. The taste of him seeped into you akin to honeyed nectar. His hands encircled your waist. Calloused hands fleetingly ghosted over your skin.

“I love kissing you.” You murmured.

“Spoiled.”

“Shut up. You love me.”