#shes just so rrrrrr

[pidgeons-cliffbirds-love]

ANNA MILTON!!!!!!!!!! Number one she has incredibly cool character development. It was fast tracked over a few episodes. but she just a girl who can hear angels who turns out to be a fallen angel that ripped out her grace to experience humanity. After centuries of having to passively observe she rebels. she remembers being human. she is incredibly powerful outranking both Castiel and uriel. she rebelled and helped Castiel do the same. she love chocolate cake and sex. she it nothing how the boys believed angels to be. She’s the first angel who truly understands humanity that they meet. she subverts expectations. in the end she falls to heavens torture after trying so hard to escape. which is a shit ending and i hate it. she loves humanity and indulges and feels and is so incredibly similar to dean.(fyi she was supposed to be deans guide and not Cas which could have been so cool. like i love him and destiel but think about it.) she deserved so much better. she could of provided such a amazing character foil to dean. like i just love her so much. she cares for Cas and want him to escape heaven. she killed Uriel to defend him and for a bit of revenge. she is so confident in her ideals. she chose to believe in a ruby(a demon) because she that kind of person. she gives so many second chances and tries to be the best version of herself every day. she is everything.

what are some of you guys woman/girl blorbos. like female characters your are utterly obsessed with

[marronje]

@lily-claw Told you I love the spider lily lady

I studied her

A lil bit

So here's the sketches

Now a bit of explainations on the text there. I just tried to imagine like she's kinda flower inspired, so why I don't give her kinda petal-like lashes??? (Gives me a bit of Furina vibes)

And you mentioned that she can reincarnate and stuff and I suddenly remember Noragami (the system is kinda similar but as I got it yours works without memory loss??) baby Jusa is just too adorable 🤧🤧🤧

And yeah I had a hard time figuring out how her hair works, but here we are I beat it into shape 😈😈😈

And your lore and the tons of reference pics you offered helped. so. much

[pyxxiestyxx]

Feralbreaking

TW for: scaryffini, feralbreaking, and some more overt petplay.

"Fuck! Off! You! Fucking! Weed!" She struck out at the monster again and again, but it was like hitting a pillow. Her knuckles weren't even getting scraped by the blows. All the while it just grinned down at her.

"My dearest, I don't think this is going to work they way you wish it. I am your Owner, and you are my floret."

"I'm not a FUCKING wormhead, freak!" She threw another punch, but this one sunk in deeper. Much, much deeper. At the same time, the smile on its face seemed to…flicker.

Slowly, and despite all her strength…its hand wrapped around her throat, and it began to push her down. Not even its whole hand, just two fingers and a thumb, and yet it was more than enough to overpower her completely, to bend her first to her knees, and then finally to collapse backwards and pin her flat against the ground.

"I see. I thought I had gotten an obedient, submissive little flower for a floret. And instead I appear to have found a…a wild animal. A simple beast that doesn't know right from wrong, who just wants to bark and bay and bite at the hand that feeds it." Its voice slid over her like nails on a chalkboard, like water on a hot stove.

"Wh…what are y-?" Was all she got out before the bevy of needles sunk into her neck. She felt the kick of drugs like hammerblows on her mind, her whole body beginning to tremor.

"But not to worry, little beast. I am quite sure that with enough time, I can make a perfectly trained puppy out of you yet. We'll start with something easy. Go on, girl. Speak!" It held up a small bite of something savory, some bit of meat.

She scowled, baring her teeth at it. Rrrrrr ARF!

She blinked. Tried again. Bark bark arf!

"That's a Good Giiiiirl. Here you go~" The treat was forced into her mouth, and its hands worked her jaw to chew. When she refused to swallow, it merely pushed the morsel into the back of her throat, almost gagging her until she finally relented. It released its grip immediately, standing up to its full height after giving her some head scritches that left her drooling.

"Good. Now pup, I think this will suit you much, much better for working all of that feralism out of you. You already look so much happier! Let's check back in on this in…hmmm." It glanced at a tablet. "What do you think. One month, or six?"

Her heart plummeted, and she growled at it louder, trying to stand and failing. It was like she had forgotten how to walk.

"Six it is."

[paperfen]

Back at it again with more fnaf OUAW >:3 My ideas for this au are belooowwww!

RRRRR Im going feral. Alright, so, Carnival Lecroux is still an actual carnival run by the living characters we know and love. They are in serious debt with Mr. Garou, the same as in canon. However here, the feywild is kinda merged into the material plane, or at least its easier to cross between the two (as seen by the fact that Twig also works at the Carnival). Garou and the hags came to an agreement. (somehow, don't ask me how). Garou would kill the owners of Carnival Lecroux, and the hags would pay their debts in exchange for their bodies. Skabatha would make their toy replacements to send to the Witchlight Carnival that they already had a deal with. Torbek was experimented on the most after his initial creation (by who? I don't know and neither do you). Each of the animatronics runs on a little bit of witchlight, but he's pumped full of the stuff. He has the same role as the puppet, you play music to keep him calm. And once he's not calm, the other side wakes up. Kremy is the ringmaster. He's probably the most tame out of the animatronics, basically taking on a Freddy role. He is the mascot of the Carnival Lecroux gang. Gideon was originally supposed to be an animatronic space heater for cold late shows in the tents. A fun way to keep children warm. He was also tinkered with and turned into a flaming beast instead. And also YES he's a unicorn <3 both because of the poem and because Kremy loves them. A rocking horse, with ashen mane. Twig acts as the Bon Bon to Gideon hehe. Shes small and he can send her through vents. Hootsie and Gricko are almost always together. Grickos body fits on top of Hootsies perfectly in a saddle and they almost become one entity. Gricko is also small and crawls through vents a lot when he's not with Hootsie. Gricko is the fastest and most talkative animatronic. He's mostly inspired by Bidybab. Frost acts as Foxy almost to the letter. You have to keep checking on him in his fortune teller box, and his eyes can see through any hiding spots or disguises. Each glinting cat's eye seeing all. Also his legs are just metal. His fucking legs! THERE YOU GO there are my ideas!! RRRRRR!!! If at least one other person gets as much joy out of this as I do I'll be happy

[greghatecrimes]

OKAY YOU ASKED FOR IT THIS IS ME HAPPY RAMBLING ABOUT ITD LET'S GO

'You’re okay, Thirteen. I’ve got you.' - genuinely made me go eueueueueueue😭😭 😭😭😭 when I first read it... Ohhhh....

'His voice drips with mock-concern. “Was that too bright for you?”' - in! Character!I read that and was like 'yeah he'd say that' lmfao

Just the entirety of thirteen being so mad at House for leaving her alone... Like everyone else...

THE 'because you chose Wilson over-' I'm mad. I'm so dead. Help.

Thirteen flinching so many times 😭 oh my baby

Him recognising the chorea and her immediate attempt to shut it down :<

Thirteen trying to verbally force him out, and when that doesn't work, trying to physically claw him out

The 'im not leaving' ouughhh last resortcore...

Rem trying to hit him where it hurts by attacking Wilson ouuugh

'she throws herself at House's right side, ready to strike him down at his weakest point.' was she gonna go for the leg? 😭😭😭 sobbing.....

'future spelled out before her' NOT HER KNOWING WHAT'S TO COME WHEN SHE'S SLOWLY PASSING OUT RRRRRR

House tenderly cradle carrying her even though it reaaaally fucking hurts him this actually broke me btw

'as her father murmurs: Good night, Thirteen.' dad hallucination/memory symbolism. Her dad turning into House. Him saying such a paternal-like phrase.

'start running and never, ever stop–' ohhh sweetheart you've never stopped running. Even through working with house even after getting fired even now.. ohh......

Jay and the rabbit nickname in general. Jaybird, I love you..

her half laughing about the fact the overdose is killing her, nooo....

House stressedly growling at her cause she's half dead already WAAAAAHHHH

the foreman italics saga. 'the way she'd longed for after Kutner's suicide' girl who. Is going to scream cry over this

mmm anyways thanks you :3

OUSDHF:LKDS HAPPY RAMBLING ABOUT ITD??? THIS MADE MY DAYYY. Thank YOU and omg in return you are getting rambles back<3

"You’re okay, Thirteen. I’ve got you." - Genuinely I think that I made the same noise as you did reading it, when I wrote it. That was one of my favorite parts of chapter two to write, and it kills me a little bit that right now [as of the end of chapter three] Thirteen doesn't fully remember it

"Sorry. Was that too bright for you?" always makes me laugh a little LOL. I'm so glad you liked that line!! I was hoping it would come across how i was imagining it (in that almost like.... sardonic tone of House's, I can't think of the proper word to describe it).

Yeah. Thirteen is rightfully upset, and she's.... she thinks about it several times in chapter three, but she feels like she's always being left alone. When her mom died (headcanon/backstory that I've given her for ITD is that she felt very isolated in the immediate aftermath of her mom's death, even if her dad and brother were around physically), when Jay got sick, when she got her diagnosis, after killing Jay, etc. So she resents that he just... chose to leave her alone and "run away" with Wilson (alone in the sense that she had no one around to kill her, not that she was completely alone physically– she did have Amy (AMY!!! I am developing Amy and she's going to be big part of the story later, I'm SO excited for it.)) even after he promised her he would be there for her when the time came. Even after she admitted to him in 8x19 that the things he's done for her are probably the most selfless things anyone has ever done for her, ever! That's a big moment of vulnerability, and that kind of just got thrown back in her face (unintentionally on House's part), so it's quite a sting for her.

Writing the back-and-forth of her feeling so angry and resentful, but also wanting so badly to just... accept that he's back, that he might actually be there for her (but it has to be too good to be true, right? He left once, she's not falling for it again), was both a challenge and something I really, REALLY enjoyed. Anger and vulnerability (i.e. wanting reassurance) are both things that Thirteen usually tries not to show around other people. So I really loved getting to crawl inside of those feelings and pull out the anger and hope she hides away– both so childlike, really, in a way, because she keeps this part of her so tucked away from the world.

The "I'm not leaving" was absolutely 100% meant to be a nod to Last Resort, hehe. Nice catch >:3 And yes, in her hungover haze she was absolutely trying to go for his leg. (Not that she got very far with that, though.)

"House tenderly cradle carrying her even though it reaaaally fucking hurts him this actually broke me btw" I think in that moment he doesn't give a shit about how much it hurts; he's thinking that he almost just lost her, and he's not letting her go (read: die or run away) that easily.

"'as her father murmurs: Good night, Thirteen.' dad hallucination/memory symbolism. Her dad turning into House. Him saying such a paternal-like phrase." HEE HEE I have future imagery planned with this exact phrase so I'm so glad you liked it <3 That bit (her drug induced dream sequence that bled into reality as she woke up) was low-key probably my favorite to write in this chapter.

Re: her running away. ABSOLUTELY. She's always been running away from something in her life (because she's learned she has to be avoidant to survive, but writing about that in depth would be an entirely separate post) and I see it like these lyrics from Runs In The Family: "And running is something that we've always done well/And mostly I can't even tell what I'm running from"

Jay. JAY!!!!!!! I'm going to ramble a little bit about Jay. @x-birdsong-x has brainwormed with me so much and helped a TON in developing Jay (and ITD in general), he wouldn't be who he is now without her and all of our brainworms/convos (ty fren<3). Without spoiling too much of what I have planned for later chapters, here's what I will say about him: He is the best big brother in the world and he and Remy love each other so fucking much. They're about seven years apart. And the full nickname he has for her is "Remy Rabbit", but mostly it gets shortened to "Rabbit". He calls her that for her entire life- that and "Rem". When twelve year old Remy is upset after her mom's funeral, she goes and crawls into Jay's bed with him that night for the first time in a while, and that's the only way she gets any sleep. And when she confesses to Jay that she's worried their mom thought that Remy didn't love her, Jay's response is: [excerpt pulled directly from a planning doc I have] "...'You cared. You love Mom. Just the same as I do.' He glances down at her, thumbs the trailing tears off of her cheeks. 'Just the same as I love you'."

I love Jay so much, I'm going to die about it. You calling him Jaybird... that's so sweet... Bird recently said "Remy Rabbit and Bluejay" and I love both of those (Jaybird and Bluejay) so, so much.

THE FOREMAN ITALICS SAGA ASKDBH:GKJSE:GHKSDJFSDF THAT NAME FOR IT. I love that so fucking much, I just wasn't expecting it ougsdkghskdfds. That line about longing for comfort after Kutner's suicide-- ME I'm going to scream and cry over it, don't you worry, that line DESTROYS ME and haunts me and it will for the rest of my life. That bit from chapter three is legitimately one of my favorite things I think I have ever written:

THANK YOU for blessing my inbox with your thoughts/feelings/rambles!!! :D <3 It legitimately made my day, please please please always feel free to ramble in my inbox at any time! I can't tell you how happy it makes me when other people enjoy the fic I love writing :3

[missterious-figure]

In this AU, Mama Gen is a charming crow harpy as she always was, acting pleasant to many. However, if bothered or bored, she will attack once the victim’s back is turned and just watch as they die a slow and painful death. Through the years she has mastered the art of murder, becoming an expert at getting rid of evidence, usually keeping her hands and feathers shiny and clean. Though when she wants to send a message to those who have triggered her, she will leave her most recent victim’s severed head in their rooms, either on a desk, the floor or if she is feeling mean, right on their sleeping bodies. She has quite a few knives hidden under her corset but her favorite murder weapon would be a butcher knife. She can be kind at times but only to those who truly deserve to see such a side, like her darling daughter. Speaking of daughters, she is still a mother in this AU, having calmed down a fair bit when Tia came into the picture. She does become even more murderous if anyone tries to lay a hand on her baby though. As a good mother, she just HAS to teach her child the art of murder and how to become a proper assassin! Tia is learning so much so fast, she is such a proud mama! A MURDER MAMA!

(Hope ya like her! It was fun designing the B&F vers!)

RRRRRR! (Loved reading the lore, btw)

OMG! Murder crow harpy!! I do love the design, she looks like a pretty nice harpy. But in the bottom corner picture, she looks pissed! A great addition to the murber birbs!!

[mirazia1200]

I’m not gay I’m just very slightly angled diagonally in a straight line (this is a lie I’m very much a squiggly spaghetti noodle) ((By which I mean I am very gay))

I miss him already :( so fuck it I’m doing an appreciation post because SHE DESERVES IT!!! HE’S THE BEST HUSBAND FUCKING FIGHT ME ON THIS YOU WON’T WIN!!!! (Don’t actually fight me she doesn’t like it when I get hurt and I don’t wanna upset them. I’m not being a coward I’m stating a fact cough ahem anyways)

Gay

Can scientists please invent the time machine already please? Like uhm hello spend less time making scifi movies about it and more time trying to UNITE ME AND MY HUSBAND IN EVERLASTING MATRIMONY via a time machine that will let me skip all these long distance waiting game shenanigans (not that I mind waiting) and skip DIAGONALLY (because let’s face it it’s not straight/silly) to the part where we kiss because…

Hehhehehehehebb… she’s so… clenches my fists… RRRAAHHH… wanna just… kiss her and be gay… I usually try to be normal about his existence and stay composed but fuck it this one time I will openly admit that I am not, in fact, normal about their existence and that I am not, in fact, the least bit composed. Rrr… lemme kiss them already why does the universe do this to me… I willingly signed up for this long distance but that doesn’t mean I gotta not complain like I’m sorry you want me to sit there looking at her face on a screen… A SCREEN? AND I CAN’T FUCKING KISS HIM?

I swear I want to just

Do this and appear out of their phone screen. I’ll crawl through their screen and tower over them menacingly (IGNORE THAT WE ARE BODILY SHORT.) and then loudly exclaim “I WANT WAFFLE FRIE- AHEM. Sorry, what I meant to say is, I’VE COME TO CLAIM YOUR HEART” and then I carry them off into the sunset in the distance or some random ass romance movie cliche like that I don’t know

My point is guh I am gay and I want to KISS. HIS. FACE. AAAGH.

You’re probably thinking to yourself “get a load of this guy, he thinks he has it sooooo good.” Uhm yeah, hello? Have you like. Not even seen who I’m talking about? (You haven’t but that’s ok we’re the only one who gets to see their smile cuz society is too horrid to lay witness to such beauty) Clearly you haven’t so let me go ahead and explain THE WONDERS OF RAINE.

Their fucking giggles. That’s it that’s the post cya/j /silly

I love their laughter and their giggles and their silly little smile and the way they pause to process something for like 3 seconds before laughing in response sometimes, he’s so laggy like a super old computer living in modern 2024 technology era but that’s ok I still love him guys he’s so… RRRRRR I wish I could grab him by the collar and just surprise him with a quick kiss while he’s in the middle of laughing and then I run away because why did I do that what uhm anyways

I love the way they hide their face sometimes it’s adorable. She usually does it when I call him adorable and her doing that is NOT helping them beat the adorable allegations guys!!! And it’s funny because sometimes I can tell when she does it even if she doesn’t have her camera on cuz like I can just. How the fuck do I explain it my brain is dead. I just know sometimes

GIVE ME YOUR GENDER!!!/silly /pos Ugh… he’s so… everything… like… who made it legal for him to be so girl boss slay but so fucking daddy at the same time like. Holy shit why did I just say that- anyways. Like they pointed it out during our VC earlier how their voice sounds both feminine and masculine and he can shift it higher or deeper like… give. Give me your voice GIVE IT TO ME NOW!!! I wanna stuff your vocal chords into a cassette player and hit play on loop for the rest of my fucking life and I know that sounds creepy maybe but I mean it in the most loving and complimentary way possible

He makes me like bad weather now because I always hated the rain because sometimes the rain pounding against the window is so loud I can hear it over my music, but now I love it and I willingly listen to the rain because like. That’s my husband talking/ij She makes me enjoy the changes in weather and I hate to say it but maybe this werewolf is a little more willing to venture into the cold outside his den than he used to be

I love him he’s so… LOOK AT HIM. (Insert poorly drawn reference image of them) I wanna staaaaare… I wanna get lost in his gaze… her eyes are so pretty… and their hair looks soft I wanna touch it… rrrrr… run my hands through it… SURPRISE! I’m totally pulling his hair at random at some point in our life together, I just wanna see how they’d react to that

He is the light at the end of the tunnel… which is almost scary to say? That tunnel’s been dark for a really long time… I’m scared to go back to the darkness that was there before he showed me that light… but they’re always there, telling me they’re never gonna leave. It’s so comforting, but sometimes it does more harm than good, sometimes I think to myself “you say that now, but what will you have to say when you’re proven wrong…?” But I can’t think like that. I have to trust him. I want to believe her words, and I do believe them too! Sometimes it’s just a little harder to shove away the nagging voice in my head is all. But he helps with that too… the moment she hears I’m struggling she knows exactly how to make that little voice shut the hell up…

And he still says he’s not doing enough… I disagree, they do so much already, and they still want to do more…? It inspires me… they do so much… for us, for others in general… what about me? What the heck am I doing? Sitting around and waiting for rescue like a damsel in distress. That isn’t what she deserves. No, she needs more from me too… so I’ll give that. We’re so far apart from each other in real life, there’s only so much we can do for each other, but with each and every day, I’m growing stronger thanks to him, and I wanna show him that. I’m not gonna sit around and wait, I’ll climb down the tower and meet him halfway… that’s what he deserves. I gotta put in the work too… the effort, the dedication, everything…

So let’s go, universe, throw obstacles at me left and right, I’ll climb your stupid mountain if it means he’s waiting for me at the top of it, and when I’m there we’ll look back and admire the view… look back and see all the things we accomplished together, and then maybe we can both be proud of ourselves too, instead of just each other

I smell a fire, and the thing on fire is me! I’m gonna go throw myself into a lake now, goodnight

I could say so much more… I should say so much more! But I’m tired and my mind is fleeing reality so time to daydream cuddles with her while I stare at the ceiling fan

-Luminescence

[sophiaalvarado-5-a]

... I look much more scary... I...Grrr... Awesome...GRRRAAA!!!!

Sophie: Oh my gosh... it's was.... AWESOME!!!!!!!!

Grrr... What!?

Sophie: Your so cool and scary and grumpy and-

Just stop... Look... I'm...more... like...*she hugged her* I...Grrr....love....Rrrrrrr!!!! LOVE....RRRRRR....YOOOU!!!! *she lets out a huge terrifying roar*

Sophie: Ah. Ah. Okay okay. I guess...

[skylertheminish]

Even more inane dog water writing! Please read tags for credit... can't wait to find typos and awful grammar later on lol.

A rumor and a bad guy.

The past few days had been awful. Case after case had been springing up and all with concerning records. Considering staff had rescues to take care of after hours, such as myself, this increase of workload was worrying indication of something sinister. While there was no evidence to confirm the suspicions of my boss. There was plenty speculation among staff that an organisation was the cause.

Galar has a Team for sure. But this wasn't Team Yell's kind of thing. And sure they were a headache to deal with, sinister they were not...or cruel for that matter! And it certainly wasn't Team Rocket. They got disbanded...right?

I finished off the last bit of work I could before clocking off. My bones cracking as I rose from my chair. Heading down the hallway I met up with Kate.

"Ya look awful. Like something dead warmed up" she commented while handing me a cup of tea, rather something passing itself off as tea. Don't know what the centre got for drinks but I'd wish they'd spend a little more on tea that had greater strength than 3 tea leaves.

"Aye" I sighed along with my thanks. Taking a sip of the weak tea water tea. Weak but welcoming.

"So have ya heard?"

"Hm? Heard what?" I asked before taking another sip.

"About the rumor going about. Thought you'd of all people would know" she gave a rather confused look at me.

"If its anything about whom is behind all these new cases then I have an idea or two. But anything outside of that I dunno. Been drowning in work."

This for some reason just prompted her to give a small smile. Which only confused me even more. She clearly knew something about this rumor.

"Well I've got something for ya to think about on the drive back home! Not exactly a change of scene, but I'm sure it will catch your interest to say the least."

"Aight what's the word then?"

As per usual for these rumors. It started off with someone who knew a relative of someone else with a gammy leg or whatever. Although in this case it was true. A member of staff has a relative who fits the description, and they were the source of the rumor. Kate was on the money about it catching my interest too.

"A missing Ceruledge you say?"

"Aye. Kinda odd we'd hear about this while you have your wee ones don't 'cha think?"

"I think it's just a coincidence. Odd for sure, but nothing more than that" I finished the tea "I'd best head off before traffic gets worse. Cheers for the tea Kate!"

"Take care!" I heard her say as I made my way to collect the Ceruledge infant and her brother from the daycare in the centre. Thankfully the drive back home was calm with only moderate traffic. Perfect for mulling things over! Kate knew full well that rumor regarding the percular Ceruledge would hold my interest, and get my mind somewhat off the recent cases. The person who rescued the pokemon from the lake was set on finding out more about it and its trainer. Knowing there was someone going out of their way for this Ceruledge cheered me up somewhat.

The drive home almost flew by before I knew it. If not for the few spells of traffic it certainly would have! Arriving back home, I went to preparing my Pokemon their dinner before loading a game to play and relax and distract myself from the past few awful days.

A good hour or so had passed. And Ceru decided she wanted to watch me play the game by climbing up onto my lap. She seemed to enjoy what was being played on the tv. Or at the very least was interested. But her response to a particular npc caught me off guard.

"Rrrrrr"

Her growling prompted a chuckle from my tired self. I knew this character she was growling at. It was the main bad guy currently disguised as a rotund, joyful mayor. "You don't like that man?"

"Rrrrr!" Hissss!

Oh she really didn't like the funny round man on the tv! And her hissing got me into a fit of chuckles. "Oh we don't like that man huh?" I commented while giving Ceru pats in an attempt to calm her.

"Don't worry lass. He is the bad guy and we won't let him win!"

Ceru crossed her arms and gave a nod. This video game character wasn't going to win. Not on her watch!

The past few days had been awful. But seeing Ceru look so determined, and hearing her adorable growls cheered me up and reminded me why I do what I do. They're worth fighting for.

[ask-clara]

eeerrrrrrrrkkk.

…

“...perkins?”

eeeee-rrrrrrrrrrrr…. speech-language…. module.. d-d- .. dam a .. ged…

“oh, perkins,” the girl in red frowned, padding over to the gate where he had dutifully been standing watch. “what happened while i was gone?”

perkins started emitting some suspicious black smoke, perhaps in an attempt to reply, and she shook her head vigorously—“actually, don’t answer that.”

she spent a moment looking at the poor robot—it appeared he hadn’t suffered any visible damage, but clearly something was wrong. clara sighed, patting perkins gently. “well, let’s see what we can do, okay?”

she stood, turning to lead him away, when suddenly—

AAAAEEEEEEEEEEE-EEEERRRRR.

clara whirled around to see perkins barreling down the path (in the opposite direction she needed him to go), careening side to side as if he were seasick.

ERRRRRK. ERRRRRRKK. AAAEEEEEE. AEEEEERRRRR RRRRRR. eeerk… errrkkkkkkk …. ..

the robot’s whines and groans trailed off into the distance, and she was forced to cast aside her confusion, calling after him desperately and following in pursuit before he could get so far that she lost him.

amidst the frantic chase, the girl in red had failed to notice just how many twists and turns perkins had been leading her down. she suddenly remembered to tune into her surroundings, only to come to the conclusion that she could not recognize a single landmark. and that was a very frightening conclusion to arrive at.

the snow felt much colder under her bare feet. it bit and it stung.

clara was alone—no svarog. and no friends. and perkins was hurt.

tears had already been flowing down her flushed cheeks, but she had no clue for how long; she wiped her eyes in one swift movement, pressing forward.

it had been a while since she’d heard the robot whine or creak at all; clara slowed to a stop, heaving and trying not to cry again. but she kept walking, rounding a corner—

and there was perkins in all his smokey glory, finally still and finally quiet, save for a few twitches and moans. he was looking at something.

eerrrrp. the robot seemed to purr inquisitively. if he had a proper head, it would have been tilted to the side as he studied the something clara had yet to put her gaze on. his lights blinked erratically.

“perkins, oh—“ she rushed to him, throwing herself to the ground and placing her hands on him very gently as if to simulate a comforting touch to a human.

zzzzzzzzzzzz, he buzzed. zzzzzz.

cla. ra. clar. ah. .. . k. k. kt. kcht. clara.

perkins inched forward with a crrreeeeaaaaak, finally pulling the girl’s attention to the unfamiliar and very concerning sight before the two.

zzzzzzp, perkins buzzed.

there was something strange here, indescribable. it would be easily missed if you weren’t looking closely—it was as if the space in this spot had been torn unto itself, like it was a sort of fabric poorly stitched back together. the only distinguishable feature was how it distorted everything around it and through it.

clara waved her hand behind the strange pocket, watching it warp the image of her palm with fascination.

ZZZP, perkins said. he sounded upset. it was times like these where the girl would listen to him. she was good at listening.

so why was she not listening?

clara eagerly ooched closer to the image, hearing the gentle, pulsing noise that billowed from it like ripples in the water. she could have sworn she felt the waves of the sounds on her very skin. and the numbness that had frozen her toes and fingers began to melt alarmingly quickly, jolts of warmth spreading through her limbs and up her spine like volts of lightning.

EEEEE-EEEEEEEEE-EEEEEEEEEE. K-LA-RA. K-LA-RA.

K-LA-RA.

…

the last thing she saw was a flash of fragmented purple light before a painful sensation tugged on the rear of her mind like a taut leash—and she was consumed by an inky blackness.

the snow was smooth and undisturbed where the girl in red had sat transfixed, and there was no perkins—there was not a trace of anything having happened at all.

[drawnbadly-blog]

Hellish Bells 8: On The Air

“-COCKSUCKING WHORE!”

Vaggie stared flatly at the cell phone. “You know, if you didn’t want to do it you could just, I don’t know, say no?”

“I won’t do SHIT to help that BASTARD!” Vox shouted through the screen.

“You sure?” Charlie’s eyelids lowered halfway. “It’s rather big news.”

“Fuck. NO! Alastor is an ancient fucker that doesn’t deserve even a SECOND of airtime on MY NETWORK!”

“Okay!” Charlie acted like she was going to disconnect. “We’ll announce it on Alastor’s radio show then.”

Vox seemed to come to some of his senses. “Wait. What is this supposed ‘big news’?”

“You honestly think we’ll tell you so you can announce it on your network without us? Yeah, no.” Vaggie reached over to genuinely disconnect.

“Rrrrrr…” Vox chewed on his lip, a red line falling from his lip down his screen. Finally he said, “It’s something involving Alastor and the Princess of Hell.” It was obvious he was trying to figure it out. “What, are you building an asylum next?”

“It’s alright, ladies,” Alastor said from his chair across the room. “It’s obvious that that loser doesn’t want a scoop as hot as this one.”

Vaggie rolled her eye as that got Vox going again. “FUCK YOU, ALASTOR! YOU’RE the loser, NOT ME!”

Alastor got up from his seat and walked over. Once he was on the screen, his radio signal began making the video lag and jerk. He reached out, his hand enclosing on the screen. “Oh Vox, my pathetic little boy, looks like you’ll have to find out with everyone else!” Alastor’s grin turned vicious as he said, “Once again, you’ll be out of the loop!”

“YOU BAST-wait, what’s that on your fin-” A spark flew from Alastor’s hand that completely fried the phone.

“Here you go, Vaggie dear!” Alastor said, handing the broken phone back to Vaggie.

“Gee, thanks.” Vaggie sighed. “I need to start charging you for all of my phones you break.”

“Add it to my tab,” Alastor quipped back.

“So, that didn’t work out…” Charlie put lightly.

“I didn’t expect it to,” Alastor replied.

“Why the hell did you want us to do that if you thought that he wouldn’t say yes!?” Vaggie growled.

“For the entertainment, of course!” Alastor laughed, an actual laugh. “Listening to that mediocre media host lose his mind because I’m going to be one of the people making an announcement? An announcement that might be the biggest one of the century? The stewing he’ll be doing, trying to connect dots that he doesn’t have, investigating like a little cockroach in the apocalypse only to come up empty? It will drive him ab-so-LUTE-ly bonkers!” He examined his nails. “I must find my entertainment somehow seeing as I can’t.”

He didn’t cut himself off. He just stopped talking. His expression didn’t outwardly change. It was very…strange.

Vaggie and Charlie stared at him for a moment. Alastor didn’t move or say anything, merely looked between the two women neutrally. Vaggie was the first to speak. “You’ve got your fun. Now, let’s be serious. You won that bet, and now I’m pressing you to keep it.”

Alastor’s expression changed subtly. “Oh? You’re going to ‘make me’ keep my bet?”

Her eye narrowed. “Yes.”

“You merely want that because I suddenly seem reluctant.” Alastor gave her his version of a frown - a tight-lipped smile - before he switched over to a genuine toothy grin. “See? This is why I’m rather fond of you! So forceful, even in the face of a superior! Rather recalcitrant of you.” He twirled his cane. “I wouldn’t dream of not collecting my dues. Oh no, I’m simply needing some time to craft my script! A bit of a commercial break, if you will.”

Charlie had been about ready to assure Alastor about not being ready for such a big step. Trapping them in a soul deal was one small step in comparison to letting everyone know that you’re involved with those you want to spend eternity with! She was more convinced by the day that he was doing his own version of reaching out for help, for a bond, even with his dickish behavior.

“That’s okay, Alastor! We’ll go get drinks while you make your script!” Charlie didn’t know why he needed a script. It didn’t really matter; he wanted some alone time, and it would make her and Vaggie bad partners if they didn’t give it to him.

Charlie made for the stairs down from Alastor’s main living area. Vaggie sighed as she followed behind her. Once they were heading down the wing to the main foyer with the bar, Charlie said, eyes sparkling, “We’re making ~*progress*~ with him!”

“‘Progress’?” Vaggie shook her head. “Charlie, you have too much faith in the goodness in others. It’s obvious he’s covering something up. There’s no way you didn’t notice him suddenly stop talking, right?”

“We don’t know why!” Charlie defended. “He could have been about to admit that he was going to stop using the hotel to entertain himself. That would’ve made him vulnerable . He can’t handle that!”

“Uh-huh.” Vaggie stewed on that all the way to the bar. Tom was the only guest there, drinking something dark brown and fuming at the bartender.

“And THAT BITCH dumped hot coffee on my lap ON AIR!” He slammed his fist down, glaring at the television posted up above the bar where Katie Killjoy was giving a report.

“ I know ,” Janine not-Mayberry, as she for some reason liked to be called after that fiasco with her husband cheating on her, said while she cleaned glasses. “You keep telling that story! EVERY NIGHT.” It was then that she noticed Vaggie and Charlie coming up to the bar. Her expression lightened considerably as she waved them over. “Hello, girls! The usuals?”

“Yes please!”

“Sure.”

Janine went to work, mixing up a Shirley Temple for Charlie and an Old-Fashioned for Vaggie. She joked as she sat them down in front of them, “On the house!” Laughing at her little joke, she went back to Tom to collect his cup as he stumbled away.

“Let’s stay here at the bar tonight to drink these. I think I might want more than one,” Vaggie said.

“Oh! Uhm, okay?” Charlie was confused, thinking as they sat. Why would Vaggie want more than one drink? Was she really that depressed about announcing to the world that Alastor managed to trick them into marriage?

Charlie didn’t ask. Instead, she let Vaggie take her time to think on her words. Sipping her Shirley Temple, she let her gaze wander through the foyer.

It was a much larger room than the old hotel. It had dedicated nooks, like an Irish bar, scattered about to allow for some privacy for the Sinners staying in the hotel. There was a big main area similar to a conversation pit in the middle, comfy pillows scattered about. There, a group of demonesses that had all come in together after leaving their fashionista boss were gossiping, having a good time and relaxing. There was a little miniature boardroom off in the back similar to the Heaven Embassy where a group of demons were ‘roleplaying’ with their imaginations.

Vaggie still didn’t get it.

“Look, Charlie, I…” Vaggie spoke up only to quiet down again. Charlie looked over to her. Her eye was staring a hole in her glass as she chewed a lip. Finally she continued, “I love you. So much. But only you. I’m not sure…” She heaved a sigh. “I don’t think I can love anyone else.”

“Huh?” Charlie was surprised. Wasn’t love universal? A split-second later she got it. “Oh! You mean Alastor?”

Vaggie nodded. “I know you want us all to be one happy group since we’re stuck together. I can’t…I can’t love anyone but you.”

“I think we need to aim for ‘less hostile’ before we go anywhere near the ‘L’ word with Alastor,” Charlie said, motioning with her hands. “And even then, I don’t expect you to love him. Just, don’t force your hate, don’t force indifference, don’t force any of your emotions! I want you to at least get along.”

Vaggie’s gaze shifted to Charlie. “And you? What’s your end-game for this? Sunshine and rainbow him until he rescinds the deal?”

Charlie decided to be honest. “Firstly, you know he’s as trapped as we are now-”

“From what he claimed.”

“- second , I’ve seen some things in him, Vaggie!” Charlie reached and gripped Vaggie’s hand. “There really is someone decent in there, trying to reach out. Why else would he trap us like this unless he’s lonely?”

“Because he wants power? He literally claimed that he wanted the whole political marriage thing,” Vaggie said.

“YOU’RE the one that thinks that he’s hiding things and you don’t think he’s hiding something with that claim too?” Charlie spread her arms wide. “You know Alastor! He’s been our friend for years ! Do you really think that there isn’t more going on?!”

“Of course there’s more going on!”

“Then why not help me figure it out? If you’re so concerned that it’s something fishy, wouldn’t it work out better if you help me dig deep to find what’s going on in his head?” Charlie asked.

Vaggie stared, looking lost for words, before her shoulders slumped. Rubbing her head, she said, “I won’t stand in your way of trying to ‘bring the good’ in him out. I’ll help the best I can. I’m not as willing as you in believing there isn’t something sinister going on.”

“And that’s fine!” Charlie now took both of Vaggie’s hands in hers. “The fact that you believe in me enough to help with this means the world to me!” She pulled Vaggie into a soft hug. “Thank you.”

Vaggie buried her head in Charlie’s shoulder. “I would do anything for you.”

They sat like that for a while, simply enjoying each other’s body against theirs. Cuddling in public was something that both of them liked to do. Showing affection so everyone knew how much they loved each other. Let each other know of their love.

“Oh shit, looks like we have breaking news!” Katie shouted from the tv before she was shoved aside suddenly. That caught Vaggie and Charlie’s attention as they broke their hug and turned to watch the news. In her place was Vox, who looked positively giddy.

“Attention all of Hell,” Vox said, smug and full of himself. “Breaking news!” A picture appeared on the screen. A screencap of Alastor from the discussion earlier, static blurring him mildly as his hand was focused on and enlarged. An animatic circled the black ring on Alastor’s finger. “That bitch-ass pathetic demon bastard Alastor has been facefucked by the Princess of Hell!” He laughed psychotically. “That’s right! That fucker has been enslaved by that bi-erm, Charlie Morningstar. That ring has pact magic in it!”

Janine squinted at the screen. “What ring?”

There were confused murmurings on the air. One demon slipped on screen and whispered to Vox. He grumbled, “What? What do you mean ‘there’s no ring’? How can you miss it?! It’s that chunk of black on his finger!” He reached down and grabbed Katie, shoving her at the screen. “You see that, don’t you?”

“See what, some blurry cocksucker’s hand?”

“No! The ring .”

She looked at him like he was dumb. “There’s no ring.”

“WHAT?!” Vox looked around, staring between all the people at the studio. “None of you can see it?!” After a moment, he shouted, “FUCK!” Then he made a neck slicing movement. “Cut to commercial!”

As the screen went to a commercial for Loo-Loo Land, Charlie laughed while Vaggie chuckled. Vaggie said, “Okay, yeah, that was actually really funny.”

————————

“Hello, my dearest brides!” Alastor waved them into his studio at the very top of his tower. There were two seats set up with their own microphones ready to be used. The two sat down as Alastor began getting his equipment running. He asked, “Are you ready to announce ourselves to all of Hell?”

Vaggie sighed, reluctant. “I guess.”

Charlie gave him a thumbs-up.

“Excellent!” Alastor pushed a button and the ‘On Air’ sign lit up. “Good day, my fellow Sinners! Rejoice, for the real breaking news is on the radio!” It didn’t look like he was reading from a script. “Now, here in the studio with me I have Princess Charlotte Morningstar and Angel Vaggie! Of course all of you know these two, they’ve been mentioned on my radio show countless times!” He pushed another button on his console. The lights on the microphones lit up. “Now, my dear ladies. It’s time to make the announcement and take questions.” Only Charlie and Vaggie saw the amusement that didn’t show in his voice as he said, “Charlie! Did you want to break the news?”

Charlie looked at Vaggie before nodding. “Yes, I will!” Clearing her throat, she pulled the microphone close and began, “My people of Hell…”

[giggly-squiggily]

Ok so I SHOULD have requested this a few days ago but my stupid brain got scared for some reason.

How about “Always and Forever” with Kazuki and Miri from Buddy Daddies? I just- they’re so cute and you CANT BLAME ME FOR REQUESTING THIS!! (Drink water and take naps if needed, bye bye :3)

*sobs* THEM! Ahhh, my freaking HEART!!! (Honestly mood! You never have to be scared to ask though, friend! You're always welcome here! :3) I love them so freaking much! I don't blame you at all laerkjarjkaj (I shall! Same to you bestie!)

Always and Forever- "Look how red you are! How cute!"

“Miri, what happened?” Kazuki asked with a laugh when his daughter ran out of the daycare. “Your face is all red! It’s so cute!”

“Papa! Papa, I’m a stwabewwie!” She cheered, pointing at the decorative painting on her cheek. The surrounding parts of her cheek and face were painted with long green vines sprouting white flowers. “Isn’t it pwetty?”

“It’s very pretty!” He agreed, gathering her up and resting her on his shoulders. The daycare did mention they were having a mini carnival for the kiddos today to celebrate the first week of Summer; he hadn’t expected face painting to be a part of it. “Look at you, my little strawberry Miri!”

“Hehe! Stwabewwie! Stwabewwie!” She sang, clapping as he started their journey home. “Papa’s a stwabewwie too!”

“Strawberry, Miri! Like- rrrrrr~” He made a rumble noise with his mouth, earning a fresh round of giggles from the girl. “Can you do that?”

“Thhhfffffff!” She tried, but it came out like a fart sound. “I can’t Papa!”

“Sure you can! Just like this- rrrrrr!” He tilted his head to the left as he did so, burying his face into her knee and making her squeal in delight.

“Pahahhahapa, it tihiihihihkles!” She giggled, pulling at his hair when he did it again. “Ahehahahhahaha, Pahahhahapa!”

“Does it now? My my, what a giggly strawberry you are!” Kazuki laughed, giving her one last raspberry as they reached their home. “Mm, strawberries…that makes me rather…HUNGRY!” He reached up to pull her in his arms, blowing a proper one against her cheek just to hear her shriek. “I’m gonna eat you, Straw-Miri!”

“Ahehahhahahaha! Phhahahahahhapahahhahahaha!” Miri cried out, laughing in his arms as he planted a noisy kiss against her forehead. “I’m a straw-Miri!”

“There you go! You’re getting it now.” He put her down to open the door. “Just for that- I’m gonna make strawberry pancakes tonight!”

“Yay! Straw-Miris!” She cheered, running inside their home.

Candy Heart Prompts Are Officially CLOSED!

[risingsouls]

[big ol eyeroll under the cut rrrrrr]

[So I'm doing "The Mysterious Eighth" side quest and I read the legend of the seven and how a monster threatened Gerudo town and the seven chosen heroines rose to try and defeat it, only to be thwarted. Here I figured it would be this eighth heroine of Gerudo lore coming out of the woodwork to help them save the town.

But no.

Turns out the eighth heroine wasn't a heroine at all. Nor was she even a she. The eighth heroine is a Hylian man who came to help them band together properly and defeat the monster because they couldn't figure it out for themselves.

Like...come the fuck on. This is a legend carried over to this game and is apparently very big for the Gerudo. And not only is the eighth not even a Gerudo, but also a man. just...alksjdfklajf. So fucking dumb. It's bad enough that, in some ways, Link had to come in and at least help save them, but good grief. Can they at least have legends untainted by Hylians or men? 🙄🙄🙄

Edit, since apparently at least one person thinks I'm completely stupid: Yes, I know this Hylian is meant to be a past Link. No, it does not make this story better.]

[prvtocol]

@badtrigger : 021, a small, intimate family barbecue. // santiago, cbp | set the scene ✿

On the ledge on the side of the grill, Brianne sets down the thick wooden cutting board and knife before stepping next to her husband. A hand settles around his waist as she nudges her cheek against his big bicep in a half-hug. 

“It smells good,” she tells him after an inhale of the rich aroma wafting up from smoking meat. With tong in hand, Santiago is grilling the marinated flank steak. His traditional carne asada is on the menu that night. She loves it when he cooks his favorite foods, especially ones that require the grill so it further invites the family into their back garden to enjoy the temperate weather and outdoor space. 

The sizzle of the grill, however, is no competition for the sounds of two rambunctious children enjoying their summertime. Miguel and Monte are running around in circles on the grass and climbing up and down the ladders, stairs, slides, and poles of the newest addition to their yard — a play set, but not just any play set, but one Santiago themed into a pirate ship complete with flags and a steering wheel.

“To the ship! Rrrrrr!” With a fist pumped in the air, Monte barks at his brother in his best pirate impersonation, starting the two in a race to the set. One climbs the side ladder, the other the stairs onto the “deck” until both are at the steering wheel to turn. 

Brianne’s attention turns also to marvel at their unyielding energy. One would think after a busy afternoon splashing around in the pool, they’d slow down. At least they are working up an appetite for dinner.

“You really outdid yourself.” Chin lifts to peek up at him in adoration, her hand raising to his shoulder. More praise should be gifted for recrafting an ordinary set into something truly special for the boys’ imaginary play. They love pretending to be sailors as it is, turning the living room couches into boats, so this is a dream come true and will be played on for many years to come. A labor of love and learning by her husband trying his hand at DIY — and doing it amazingly well.

“Maybe you should be a craftsman instead of a fisherman. Or a chef.” Sky blue eyes crinkle with the smile of her endearment, and with it, her heels lift to bring her the height needed to place a gentle peck on his cheek. "You’re my man of many skills,” she adds and a tease it could be but there’s only sincerity in her admiration. What a lucky woman she is, as are the boys to have such an attentive father.

[valleynix]

I might be a little bit insane about this fic and see these characters everywhere. MORE AUDIOS

https://youtu.be/IkrfM1as_do

My beloved messed up and traumatised duo Lunatic and Copy!Daniela.

I bet bro would be confused and in denial about their feelings 😭

https://youtu.be/giKRecwNJxM

(have this one coz it's just more powerful)

Lunatic and Reader. Lunatic as the Phantom.

https://youtu.be/SSCJphSvNoI

Let's ignore the romance in there.

It gives me vibe of Reader trying to get Lunatic to understand that Miranda doesn't love nor care about them and never will :(

https://youtu.be/-4kPGT0C_Ms

Strange choice but it's just the chorus, basically, where it goes

<Stay with me a little longer

Why don't you stay? Stay.

Don't you wanna be my soldier?

Now, would you fight for me?

Die for me?>

And it makes me think of Miranda's and Lunatic/Reader's dynamic 😭

OKAY FIRST OFF I LOVE THESE???? AAAAAAA god i keep telling y’all you have the BEST music taste, these are going into the playlist if i can find them on spotify >:3

the first song is so???? them?????? please the poor babies trying to go about a relationship together while working through their trauma :(

HAHDKABDJS I LOVE THIS VERSION SM??? GOD PLS, i can see this with those idiots 😭

there are so many songs that remind me of Reader/Lunatic that i feel i can’t add because they’re romance 😭 BUT IGNORING ROMANCE THIS IS SO RRRRRR, at least Lunny is starting to understand that she’s not good for them and she truly does not care (homie is just very confused about so many things right now)

AND THE LAST ONE…. god i love Miranda but she really needs to move on 😭 your kid(s) don’t want you‼️ considering everything you’ve put them through‼️

[sugardaddy-glucoseguardian]

Imma add to this~~~

Danny was running as fast as his short legs could carry him, barely preventing him from being dragged behind Jazz. They dodged another foam arrow and ducked into an alley too small for the adults chasing them.

That didn't do much for the kids though. "Just- Wait!" Called the kid in red, speedo or something. Danny hissed and left a thin trail of ice behind them grinning victoriously when he heard the yelp of the vigilante slipping and eating shit.

Jazz gasps and suddenly Danny is hauled up as she parkours over what looks to be a demon trap from that hunter show Jazz liked. The yellow magic tickled as they jumped around it.

Danny heard lots of cursing coming from the sad trenchcoat man.

"Danny-!"

In a second Danny had them intangible and Jazz darted through a net and then a wall. Quickly gasping for air they paused in the garage of a mechanics shop that was closed for the night.

Their eyes glowed as they took in escape routes, never letting go of each other.

Chirp

Jazz nodded at the grate leading below the shop. Together they dropped through the floor and when that was a dead end, even further to the sewers. They tried to avoid the sewers as much as possible but needs must.

Danny held his breath he didn't really need to breathe bit jazz still did... occasionally.

They started walking down the tunnel, looking for a way back up. Within minutes they found a maintenence area and a door that was locked. Danny growled and shoved against the locked door busting it open, the siblings darted through. Hoping to disappear back into the city.

Unfortunately. Sad trenchcoat man and the Robin Hood knockoff were working together and that meant they came out directly into a trap that was dodged bit pushed them into a magic one.

Danny snarled and Jazz growled. Both bared their teeth and hissed at the fucked up soul of Sad Trenchcoat man. It was part of the reason they'd dodged him so much. His soul was all fucked up.

"Now now, no need to be so grumbly ya cheeky fuckers. Just gotta remove you from these kids' bodies." The kids hissed and backed as close the the wall as they could.

"And you're sure that they're possessed?" Said Not Robin Hood, as he climbed down from the rafters, Red Robin Hood climbed in through the window.

"Sure as I can be with how hard it is to catch them. Enhanced senses, fangs, glowing eyes, supernatural abilities, growling and hissing..." He glanced at their hands primed to slash him if he got too close, "claws..." Green Robin catalauged each feature as they were stated, relaxing slightly.

"So we purge the demons or whatever and then what? Will the kids be ok? I heard from Batman that their parents have been looking all over for them, said they had never had powers before and 'IT MUST BE GHOSTS!' "

He rolled his eyes, the movement conveyed more in body language than visible what with the domino.

"Eh, I hope they will be. But Bats has been looking for these two for 2 years. That's a long time for a demon to possess a body. Likelihood of them actually taking care of it? Not high. At best they'll be severely malnourished and disoriented if not brain dead." Trenchcoat grimaced as he continued to pull random objects from his coat pockets.

"At worst?" Red Robin Hood called as he circled around to stand near the siblings. The man grimaced.

"Dead."

The silence hung in the air.

Danny exchanged a look and several chirrups with Jazz. She was better at speaking than he was.

"Not- cough- not demons."

Her voice was rough with a gravelly undertone. Trenchcoat snapped his head up to look at her. The Robin Hoods peered back and forth between them.

"Oh? And if you're not demons then what are you? And don't say humans, I can see your glow." He scoffed scowling at Jazz, Danny hissed at the man. Jazz patted his head. Danny grumbled but quieted.

"Not demons, rrrrrr. Rrrr- cough."

Jazz held her throat, and Danny whined. He made some ice chunks and gave them to her. She purred and nuzzled his hair, eating the ice.

‐-------------------

Constantine was not sure what was happening. The Demon in the girl was trying to speak to him. Not uncommon, although the lack of cussing, curses, and demonic screaming was throwing him off.

They were acting like... like children? Like really really fucked up children. Monster children. But it's not the first time he's dealt with those. He appraises them again, looking closer.

His eyes glow and he shifts over their forms. The girl is mostly human, with aforementioned demonic features and powers, her glow outlined her body, similar to a witches glow.

The boy however looked like most possessions, a second image overlapping his humanish visage. However as he peers closer he can see it's less overlapping g and more fused, like two sides of the same coin rather than two coins stuck together.

Theoretically they Could Be metas with magic. Magic can be dormant in a bloodline for generations until there's a significant trigger.

Like having your house raided by Batman and the League.

John sighed. God's he almost wished it was demonic possession.

These kids have been on the run for 2 years. And seem to have fucked up their vocal cords, or possibly gained new ones with the sounds they can make. They'll need to be reintegrated into society, and taught to be less.... feral.

John is aware of his many shortcomings and strengths. Child rearing is not one of his strengths. That lies closer to Batman's territory. Although.... John doubts the kids will want anything to do with batman or the rest of the league.

The girl chirps and then tries again, her voices sounds like a female batman.

"We are h-human. Just with p-powers." She struggles.

John debates with himself. Well. He can at least get some information first.

"Alright let's say I believe you," he says ignoring the squeaking from the Arrows. "Why didn't you go back home after Vlad was arrested? Why fight the league and then run away?"

The boy, Danny he remembered the girl calling him, grumbles and releases a series of clicks, chirps and rumbles that frankly mean nothing to him.

The girl, Jasmine, growls slightly and the boy stops. She clears her throat and attempts to speak again.

"Home, attacked... parents, not safe, home not safe." She nodded to herself.

John had worried about that, the Fenton parents were fanatics, mad scientists. He's honestly surprised either of the children survived living in that death trap house as long as they did.

"Fair enough. What if I offered a place for the two of you to stay? No more living on the streets, no more running and hiding. You could settle down, relearn english, go back to school?" The girl looked like she desperately wanted that but was too wary to chance it, the boy just looked suspicious of him, constantly eyeing exits and the weapons on the Arrows.

Right the Arrows are probably stressing them out.

"I don't think you were ever introduced. My name is John Constantine, and this is Green Arrow and Speedy." Danny snorted and glared at the three of them. Jazz looked contemplative.

"Cost? Where? With you?" She rumbled. Danny looked at her shocked.

"I've a couple possible places you could go, people ypu could live with. There's me, but I'll be honest I'm no good with kids. There's Batman, who has a fuckton of kids and raises lots of little monsters that could easily reintegrate you both into society. There's Superman, his family had to learn to help him with his abilities so you'll have that help. Plus a few others I can think of, Wonder Woman, the Young Justice team, hell i could probably get you a new identity if you don't like those options."

The whole room stared and John wanted desperately to pull out a cigarette.

God he hated dealing with kids.

Danny wasn’t the only Fenton that had been affected by ectoplasm exposure.

Jazz showed her powers for the first time when she was 3. Jazz had set the curtains to her room on fire. She blamed it on Danny after the fire was out. Jack believed her.

When Jazz was five, she discovered what she called ‘firebending’ after a show that she had watched on television. But she hid it, because she didn’t want her parents to think she was weird. After all, she was the only one in her family that had powers.

When Jazz was six and Danny was four, she discovered Danny’s ice powers. Now she knew two things. She wasn’t the only weird one, and her parents had no idea. How did they not notice that their kids had powers?

Danny and Jazz grew up keeping their powers a secret. In a world of meta human trafficking, ghosts, and aliens, they didn’t want to get involved in it.

The portal started up for the first time when Jazz was 13 and Danny 11. It started up shortly after their parents old college friend came back into their lives. Vlad paid the kids very little attention. They practically didn’t exist to them.

Jazz and Danny met Batman for the first time when she was 14. Batman and his crew had come to raid their home on the basis that it was a base for the supervillain, Plasmius. Jazz took Danny by the hand and they kept back Batman’s crew with a mixture of fire and ice, and disappeared without a trace.

Two years after that, when Jazz was 16 and Danny was 14, the two orphans remerged in Star City. They had gotten caught by Green Arrow and John Constantine, and they were very, very angry about it. They don’t want to be science experiments. They don’t want to be heroes. They just want to live their life.