#sorta kinda in spirit

[breadandblankets]

"So are you too locked in or can I make a request?"

It would never, ever, get old: watching a man the size of a mini van jump a foot in the air and straight out of his skin. The flash of steel catches the blinding supermarket lights in his ghost vision.

Wisely, Duke steps out of the way of the knife going for his stomach.

"Duke what the fuck!" Jason whisper yells when he realizes. (Duke barely suppresses an eye roll, who else has the invisibility powers required to make a holographic jacket stealthy.)

(Cass probably, Duke's mind provides.)

"I could have hurt you!"

"It's nice for you to think that," he consoles with as much condescension as Duke could muster. (A lot, for your information, he learned from the best, and also Batman.) "Anyway answer the question."

"No," Jason grumbles, trying to straighten his list where it got crunched in his deathgrip. "Planning d-"

"Day was yesterday, yeah, I had a math test yesterday."

Jason's eyes narrow.

"Does B have more trackers that I don't know about?"

"Hm? No," assures Duke. "I took Tim's notes."

"Tim's notes that have like a billion layers of security?"

Duke snorts.

"His notes that have two passwords, a thumb scanner, and a retinal scanner." He rolls his eyes for real this time to display his clear disdain.

"That Babs can't hack through?"

"You and I both know that Babs' concept of 'can't' is much more flexible than her concept of 'won't'"

"Fair that's on me for this very stressful afternoon you are putting me through," Jason snipes.

"Think of it as exposure therapy," Duke says, patting Jason's shoulder, which, to Duke's extreme delight he doesn't flinch from. "And I'll show you how I hack Tim's shit when we're not in public."

Jason grumbles, which is good as gold in Jason speak.

"Make your request," Jason begrudges, in that tone he has that indicates he will be judging your choice.

"Jalapeno cornbread, and you show me how you make it my dad wants the recipe."

Jason's head snaps up and he smiles.

"Oh man if it's for Doug you can request anything you want!"

"Eighteen million dollars," Duke jokes.

Jason pretends to think on it for a beat.

"Make it 14 and you have a deal."

Duke sighs dramatically.

"You drive a hard bargain but I'll accept... I guess."

"Shut up flashlight," Jason laughs. "Come on, I need cornmeal now."

[spacedace]

Reluctant War AU Part 2

Part One

...I ended up writing more for that Reluctant War AU...Like. Wrote this before work and started on part 3 with plans for part 4 more.

this was supposed to just be a brain worm what happened (also thank you @catastrophic-crow for the AU name <3 <3 <3 Also, also: welcome to the cult of Ancient of the Speedforce Elle! Membership includes nonsense, shenanigans and chaos haha)

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Gotham had always been a place for ghosts.

Every corner haunted by death and tragedy.

Every street stained red at least once in its many years.

Every dark shadow holding the faint shadows and shades of the dead.

Gotham was, before all else, a grave yard.

Jason had known that his entire life. Every kid born and raised in the Alley did. Death came fast to Gotham’s streets. Especially for those the rest of the city turned its back on. He did his best to lighten the reaper’s load when it came to the people that called Crime Alley home. Well, mostly. He’d certainly added names to old Death’s list before, when the occasion called.

When the armies of the dead descended upon Gotham, the only surprise Jason could feel was that those white wearing pieces of shit had dared to try and hunker down in his city.

It was a sentiment shared by most of Gotham’s fine citizens. By the city itself - herself? Something to ask later, if there was a later - even if the impossible, living shadow that rose up out of Gotham’s many dark corners was anything to go by. He knew, almost instinctively, that the entity - skin of cracked pavement, mouth a bridge suspended too wide across the face, eyes of CCTV camera lenses and body built brick by grimy, bloody brick of the sharp skyline - was Gotham. Not a ghost but something bigger, greater. Something awfully, terribly alive in all its horrible, noble glory. His city, manifest in the shape almost human beneath the green glow of the torn apart sky above.

Phantom’s armies arrived without warning as they had everywhere else, and their enemies poured out in unforgivably unmarred white suits to meet them. Horrible and garish against the Gotham streets. How they’d ever managed to slink by unnoticed while being so blatantly, clearly not of Gotham Jason wasn’t sure he’d ever know.

If either side thought this would be like the battles they fought before, they were mistaken.

Gotham was a place for Ghosts.

A place the dead piled up, lingered well beyond their deaths. A place where the rules were different from everywhere else in the world. Where crime was rampant and chaos reigned but at the end of the day people said their thanks that they were born to this hellhole and not so cursed to call anywhere else in the world home.

The dead came to fight

And Gotham, a thing so alive it was sickening to look upon, rose up to fight right along side them all.

The agents were ready and prepared for the incursion of the dead. It’d been two weeks since the first volley of attacks. Two weeks spent shoring up defenses and ramping up weapons and strategizing ways to kill what was already dead. They were, as best as they were able to be considering how endless the armies that came for them, prepared.

They weren’t prepared for Gotham.

Weren’t prepared for the city itself to rise up and take spectral, eldritch shape. Jagged building spire and shattered glass teeth bared in a snarl that spanned miles. Screaming rage in a voice made of gunfire and the concussive boom of explosions and the shrieks of a furious crowd.

Weren’t prepared for its people to ignore the gentle ushering of the dead trying to push them away to safety and instead press forward to fight shoulder to shoulder with the ghostly armies.

Weren’t prepared to have brick and bottles and trash and debris rain down upon them from the jeering living. Weren’t prepared for dirty faced children with hard eyes to light up rags stuffed into chipped beer bottles filled with gas and kerosene and throw them with more speed an accuracy than any professional baseball player. Weren’t ready for Gotham’s motley crew of terrifying Rogues to band together with the citizens they so often accosted and worried and bring down wave after wave of chaos and Goons.

Weren’t prepared for Red Hood to swap out his rubber bullets for the real deal and start mowing the fuckers in white down, his own crew at his back, the rest of the Outlaws on their way.

The Justice League was trying to find a peaceful resolution. Trying to play go between to the US Government and the infinite dead. Too wound up in US politics to side with the dead outright, too disgusted by what the American government had done to ever want to stand with them. All it had gotten them was spun wheels and confusion and the slow creeping realization that the time to try and play negotiators had well passed.

Red Hood wasn’t a member of the Justice League.

He had no obligation to try and find a way to talk things out.

What he had was a grave he’d dug his way out of, enough ammunition to arm a sizable country, and a burning need to make things right.

Gotham had always been a place for ghosts, and Jason had long accepted that he was one of them.

Haunting the streets he’d survived as a child, the city he protected as Robin, the family he’d loved and lost a thousand and one times before and after his death.

The sky cracked open above his home, and it was not an invading army that came rushing out but a native one. Friends, neighbors, strangers on the street you caught from the corner of your eye. The people of Gotham knew their own and fought for them. Only Gotham was allowed to fucked with Gotham and they’d been screwed over enough by the government themselves to know what side they were on.

He lifted his guns and fired, teeth bared in vicious satisfaction beneath his helmet as white was splattered bright red.

A hissing electric whine of a weapon, a flash of green from the edge of his vision.

“Down!”

He was thrown bodily to the cracked and ruined street beneath him, the body shielding him warm and living as one of the agent’s weapon fired a blast of energy right where he’d been a second before. He’d seen that same weapon reduce one of the raging dead to dripping green and screams of agony the dead should not be capable of making.

Before he could shove himself up and respond in kind, the body above him was in motion and the air above him cracking with the snapping-popping-roar of a gun of a much higher power than even what he had. The fucker in white that had shot at him dissolved into a mist of red viscera, body seizing and shuttering in the briefest moment it had before it was obliterated completely.

“Watch yourself.” He looked up - and up - and wondered at the lovely, fierce face he found staring down at him. “Even without shooting at them you’re Liminal enough to trip their sensors.”

She was tall enough to be an amazon, six inches in height on him at least. Body strong beneath the pitch black armor she work - as deep and dark as the depths of space, etched with starlight, a familiar crest upon her chest in the dizzying burst of a supernova - she held herself with confidence. Strands of hair the color of a warning sunrise escaped out from beneath the helm she wore, bright against her pale skin, warming the glass-sharp teal eyes that had pinned him in place.

The hand not holding the gun she’d just used to delete the asshole that had just tried to shoot him - a strange, impossible thing that made him taste lightning at the back of his throat to look at it - stretched out to help him up.

He accepted it.

Something pulsed to life in his chest. A piece forgotten where it’d been left behind, half buried in grave dirt and broken pieces of a casket he’d clawed his way out of. It burned like a hot coal in his chest, froze him with the same aching cold of a blizzard, crackled his nerves to life with lightning even as his brain popped and fried with the same sizzling energy.

On his feet, hair on end and body and Core pulsing with the need to fight, to rend and tear and scream for all done to him, his people, his home, he met the eyes of the woman before him. Her cool gaze softened, just a moment, just a second as she seemed to realize what had happened. Her hand, lighter than the armor she wore should allow it to be, tightened on his just a moment, mouth tilting from determined frown to soft understanding.

Gotham had always been a place for ghosts.

Jason had long accepted that he was one of them.

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Part Three

[wildstar25]

MiqoMarch Day 21 - Lost

[namethatghostling]

its kind of funny how senshi gets so interested in cooking monsters and living off of what he finds and cultivates in the dungeon largely because of this horrible traumatic event he endured which made him understand the value and privilege of being able to eat a nutritious meal and also put in perspective the way the dungeon is an ecosystem of its own and to gain sustenance from it is to become a part of it in a way that is beautiful but also alienating from the rest of society as well as instilling in him a firm belief in cooking as a means to nurture the young and the weak and then laois is interested in cooking monsters because its literally just his special interest

[broken-clover]

It's eternally a little funny whenever I see someone say something along the lines of 'everyone in Strive is so happy now! Everyone's stories are getting resolved! It'll be hard to make a new game when everyone's retired and living peacefully and resolved their problems' and then there's a haunted semi-sentient mecha corpse in the corner constantly screaming from being trapped in limbo

[cokoweee]

YAYAYAYAYYA SPIRITS REBORN MY BELOVED

Sorry to bother, but if you may, what is the harm Donnie's causing to the mountain and all? Or is it still vague?

Actually a bit happy peeps askin shit for this

I’ve been thinkin it over for awhile but came to a conclusion/answer that Donnie is actively trying to get potential resources from inside the mountain. To do that though it’s the usual stuff companies like to do. Deforestation, getting rid of the wildlife, the people.

[amiactuallydoingthisblog]

Earlier today, I shared my more coherent thoughts about the void sickness. Here are my…less coherent thoughts.

There’s something in the void. There’s something in the void, and it’s coming up to us. I’ve seen it, in the creepers, the spiders, the mobs on the lower islands. They start turning black, and I can see whatever this is—a virus? A bacteria?—starting to spread through their veins. This is nothing like I’ve ever seen, like no skin infection or bloodborne virus known to science.

But it can’t be known to science, can it? It’s targeting the lower islands, the ones that are reportedly weak in magic, and it’s coming from the void. This isn’t a matter of just identifying a bacteria or matching symptoms to an illness. This is a matter of magic and science both, and I am wildly out of my depth.

It must be caused by a microbe of some sort. It must be! The axolotls are resisting it somehow. I don’t know how—maybe their reproductive abilities? More research must be done—but if they are resisting it biologically, there must be a biological answer. There must be something biological that causes this.

Can you imagine it? These desperate, tiny little microbes, clawing their way up though the stone and soil. Jumping from host to host until they finally settle in something worthy enough to change.

And oh, the changes. All my subjects are completely black, and the creepers have a strange pattern on their side, something that I cannot make sense of, even though I’ve tried.

They have so many eyes, now…

[reinedeslys-central]

when it's been so long since you've read a fic that you forget about it and you find it in the search tags and start reading it again

and it's great, if a little familiar, but you've read a lot of these sorts of fics bc you like this tag a lot, so you assume it's nothing

but then the deja vu starts adding up and you start to wonder

and then moments before the great big Plot Twist Reveal happens you're suddenly like ah hell this is the bloody sundial fic again isn't it

smh this has to be the fourth time yet

[allthepandasintheworld]

good omens reference and also, halsin is HUGE ok, in game, rene literally only comes up to his shoulder

im assuming body type 2 for drow are around 6ft but i dont think(?) they are(?) HOWEVER. elves are canonically on average 6ft tall, and halsin is considered abnormally tall for an elf, which can only mean he's 7ft at least, in this essay i--

[sadlittlestray]

i feel like it happened a lot where a charming online 2D flash game would get an ‘upgrade’ where they were like ‘now it’s COOLER and BETTER and 3D!!!’ and it would look terrible and everyone would hate it

[cuteniaarts]

@katkastrofa, circa 40-ish hours ago: Hey, what if our newest bunch of OCs adopted a baby from one of the other brothel girls who knew she couldn’t afford to raise one? That would make for some fun shenanigans :D

Me, with a notoriously non existent sleep schedule, instinct of self preservation or concern for my poor wrist: Alright, bet. Watch how fast I can make you fall in love with this hypothetical baby >:)

Daneli as a gentle and loving caretaker-turned-adoptive-mother is something that can be So Personal, actually, and originally I was going to leave it at this quick sketch, but then I got carried away thinking about what this child will grow up to be like raised by this little gang of misfits, so…

Here she is!! A little older and so, so beautiful, I need more of her in my life immediately, she’s way too precious

And, because I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t also add a sapphic element to this absolute cinnamon roll, a small crack ship that I’m only half serious about for when she’s a little older still:

All in all, we may be getting impossibly far from canon, but I for one already cannot get enough of sweet darling Kumisai <3

(I fully drew three pieces from scratch in 9 hours I cannot feel my brain or my hands anymore send help)

[starflungwaddledee]

i have a few song recommendations for your character and i don't know if you'll like them but here we go I guess

Equinoxe by C418

Meteor Shower by Cavetown

Sea of Voices by Porter Robinson

you're not alone by METAHESH

Hello My Old Heart by The Oh Hellos

*slides back into my corner of the internet*

w.. wow? WOW??

you are actually totally on the money with these vibes!! the METAHESH one in particular... holy cow, i am going nuts about that one. i personally actually adore this sort of sound, so thank you for directly me to them!

thank you SO SO MUCH for sending me in some songs... i love!!! sharing music!!! and hearing new things!!! or old things i already like!!! and knowing you thought about my oc when hearing these tracks... this made my evening!! wayayayay!

and as for some of these lyrics as well... like damn;; i might really have to draw some things for some of these if i ever get the time! the tone of them is so lovely, and some of them even make some (startling) allusions to some of her backstory that i haven't even released yet. so that's fun! here's some i really liked!

Meteor shower, quick take cover // But the hues in our hair Compliment one another I'd sell my own bones for sapphire stones, 'Cause blue's your favorite colour - meteor shower (cavetown)

Hello, my old heart // How have you been? How is it being locked away? Don't you worry, in there you're safe // And it's true, You'll never beat // But you'll never break - hello my old heart (the oh hellos)

[mercymaker]

not my goofy ass reblogging that internet positivity post and then disappearing in the forest and not returning for two years

[spotsupstuff]

this is OLD AS DIRT (1 [one] year old [‼‼‼]) But Here i want it the fuck out of my folders. this is its eviction order.

[meistoshi]

got yoinked into watching the first two eps of that fallout series today. due to obvious reasons, i am once again gripping my laptop thinking about satoshi's radioactivity.

[okcoolthanks]

Two rats having lunch

Two rats having lunch

The vermin

The vermin

Enthusiastically munch!

TWO RATS

ON THE GROUND

EATIN FOOD

GRILLED CHEESE AND

TOMATO SOUP