#the promise of the masked magician

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HELL YEAH I DID (spoilers for The Promise of the Masked Magician - crocus (azaIea))

It was really good! I'm lowkey dying that they haven't told us the prophecy (like come on Todoroki! Gimme the whole thing. You can't just say it's about Bakugou then NOT tell him) but I think it's funny as hell that Deku is living the Merlin plot. All the hints/forshadowing about Kirishima's dragon-ness are *chef's kiss* I cannot wait for that reveal and the Compress lore is wild

Last night I copied down a paragraph to point out specifically and it was this:

As long as Kirishima was still with him, none of the bullshit really mattered. He didn’t need to worry about what the extras were or weren’t doing. He didn’t need to worry about debts, or who would have to pay them. It was, quite literally, them against the world. It was okay that everything they’d gone through felt like a pointless waste of time, because it was. None of this was real. The only time that wasn’t wasted was the time they spent together, as the only two real things in the entire world.

That HIT dude. And that last sentence of this paragraph?!?!? Had me dead istg

When Bakugou immediately took that deal with Compress....... like brother that is NOT going to end well. Your ass is DEFINITELY gonna have to cash that favour and it will NOT be good. But I love that he's like "nah we'll be out of here by then" like bestie you're gonna have to complete the prophecy to get out of here

Anyway I had a great time and the cliffhanger was completely manageable! Excited for the next installment.

Thank you kind anon for the rec! If you have anymore (especially where their fantasy counterparts get sent to canon or vice versa, cause that's hard to search for since there's no official tag for that scenario) PLEASE send them my way!

[klaunee]

Clown pirate Loboto? Idk. I guess this is like an AU where he doesn't get lobotomized and becomes a psychic criminal. He could be like a phantom thief, or just a pirate, but his telekinesis comes in handy and lets him pull off crazy capers. Based off of blue-ringed octopi, which seemed symbolically fitting. Everything in his outfit is made of fabric, he just manipulates his cap and bow to make them look like an octopus. Because that's cool, I guess.

(reblogs appreciated!)

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

Here, Allow Me ~ D.G.

A/n: Another one check marked :) It's still not the one I promised but uh... I hope that's okay. I've been struggling to write rip

Request: “ZATANNA MALE READER X DICK GRAYSON, they go on a mission together and dick and reader get hurt but dick more so and reader teleports them somewhere trying to keep him alive while help arrives. end it fluffy please” by anon

Word Count: 2900+

MASTERLIST

There were certain things you just had to accept if you were going to date Dick Grayson. One of them was that he would always be in the field. Whether or not he was Robin or Nightwing, or even Batman, the suit would always be apart of his life. Another thing you had to accept: You would have to just keep up.

It wasn't easy to match pace with anyone in the Batfam, let alone someone you were dating. It was a little easier for Y/n though. After all, he had magic.

Everyone associated Y/n was Zatanna, but he had trained with John Constantine first. It was an accidental situation, but expected when a demon with a grudge against Constantine met a young, impressionable kid with a bone to pick with the world. He'd wormed his way into Constantine's life playing as someone born with magic he couldn't control and had gotten training from the man himself. Which allowed Y/n to get more powerful as he learned more and more about his target up close and personally - weaknesses and abilities alike.

Y/n was the only one who'd ever gotten close to defeating Constantine, and almost got killed doing it. But when he revealed himself as a secret bad guy - well, Batman was impossible to fool. He'd prepared for this, seeing Y/n's anger and noticing the way his magic was almost alive - not something inborn, but something almost separate that worked to keep him alive. That was actually how Y/n and Dick had first met - when the Young Justice had come to Constantine's aide and saved his ass. At the time he'd been dating Zatanna, but that hadn't lasted much longer.

It had been rough at first. They'd had to find the demon behind Y/n, and Zatanna had banished it and destroyed the link between it and Y/n, leaving the poor teen completely defenseless. He'd hated the team for it, and hadn't talked to anyone until Constantine offered to train him for real. After all, Y/n still knew a lot about magic, and the deep connection he'd had with that demon had left behind the potential to harness such energies. With the opportunity to remain able to defend himself and a rough home life he was on the run from, the team took him on and Zatanna began to help him along with Constantine. Eventually she joined the League and Y/n was left to stay on the team as the resident magic user.

After a while, Dick Grayson could claim he'd dated two magicians.

Y/n had taken a lot after Zatanna. He used magic by speaking backward as well, and took up the magician aesthetic. They looked like a set... which had been a little painful at first. She'd given Y/n her father's old suit and matching with him like that had been a little startling. But Zatara had approved and eventually everyone had adjusted. Because of all of this, Y/n hadn't been open to Dick's advances at first; he was sure Nightwing was just rebounding on someone who reminded him Zatanna who Y/n was sure Dick just missed.

Because of this they almost hadn't happened, but Bruce was tired of watching his family be alone because of this life they lead, and took a single moment to play a little matchmaker. He'd invited Y/n over for dinner - no masks. Y/n had discovered the identities of the entire Batfam when he had been analyzing them to take them all down, so there was no need for pretenses. Bruce invited the kid under the proposition that Y/n could go to school with Artemis, but that it would require a scholarship from the Waynes and they should get to know each other first.

Everyone knew it was bullshit - Artemis had gotten the scholarship without knowing the Waynes after all. But Y/n didn't, and that was the point. With Bruce's only slight tampering out of the way, he left the rest to the others. Y/n bonded with Jason first, then Tim and then Barbara. They all adored him and seeing him get along with the family was enough to have Dick tripping over himself by the end of the night. When Alfred himself approved of the lad, the deal was done. And with some words of comfort from Barbara, Y/n got over that lingering impression that Dick didn't really care about him.

Dick drove Y/n home, and they had a first date confirmed before they even topped at the cave where Y/n was staying with everyone else who didn't have anywhere to go.��

After that it wasn't hard to get approval to work with the Batfam directly as well as the Team. Y/n was busy a lot, working with Dick side by side and sometimes even without him. They learned how to balance work and relationship and personal life rather well. It wasn't perfect but all of it was theirs, and that was what mattered.

Then Jason died.

Jason and Y/n had always been particularly close. They understood each other in a way the others really didn't. They were both carrying dark pasts on the corners of bright smiles, with the constant yearning for trouble settled in their throats. They'd been horrible pranksters, and not even Dick could always predict them or avoid them. Only Alfred had never been touched. Y/n had been on the mission with Jason when he died.  He'd been knocked out and Jason had been kidnapped... and then had to just sit and wait for Bruce to find his best friend.

Something changed after that. Y/n was darker, angrier. He smiled less. He was still good in the field, but he suddenly got really protective. Dick understood why Y/n felt the need to watch everyone, always run to their aid, but when it almost got Y/n killed he'd had enough.

Their first argument since even the beginning of their relationship had been ugly.

Y/n had to handle a lot more during the relationship than Dick did, and he felt irritated that after all he had taken with complete ease and no complaint, Dick was still asking more of Y/n. And then Dick asked Y/n to retire and...

When the two said they were going on a break, everyone knew that wasn't all. Everyone knew they were due any day for a break up. The Team, the Batfam - they'd all seen Connor and M'gann fall apart in real time and it had looked exactly like this. Y/n began to draw further and further from Dick, and seemed to stop caring about him altogether. He didn't seem to watch Dick's back every second anymore, but he also seemed to lose every single emotion he'd ever had. Batman was seconds away from cutting him off the team forcibly and resigning himself to losing Y/n as he distanced himself from everyone.

The moment never came.

It was a mission like any other. Infiltration and extraction. Y/n was particularly good at staying back anyway, so he had fallen into the role of look out. He had a lot of spells that helped his awareness and allowed him to play support. And with his recent habit of keeping an eye on everyone anyway, putting him on the front lines just wasn't where he was best.

It was Garfield who got spotted. It was hard for him to sneak around, and he could turn into something small for sure but when you're green it's a pretty obvious tell and some people just knew how to spot him.

Everyone was almost out when one of the flying bullets caught Dick's leg and he fell. Y/n didn't even hesitate - he teleported into the fight immediately and began throwing spells, keeping people back to try and give Dick the space to get away. Everyone else had scattered; they didn't even know Dick had fallen. It was up to Y/n, and when all you are is a spell caster there's just not a lot you can do against so many people by yourself.

Dick was amazed. Y/n's focus, the way his eyes took in every single detail. His words and the easy way they formed, even backward. He wasn't as good as Zatanna but he was excellent at the trade. The problem was Dick was losing blood fast, and it was becoming quickly clear that it wasn't just a bullet at all - he was poisoned. He couldn't get out of here without being followed and that would be even worse. So he moved closer to Y/n instead of away, gripping his ankle. 

It distracted Y/n, allowing something large to shatter against his shield spell, shrapnel slicing his shoulder. He screamed, and grabbed it, but it knocked him out of his stubborn decision to stay put and stand tall until he died. It forced Y/n to acknowledge that he was losing, and Dick needed him. Despite everything between them, that seemed to be enough. Y/n reached down, grabbing Dick's forearm, and Dick returned the hold. Y/n spoke quickly, and the pair was teleporting away again.

The second they were alone Dick was arguing with him. "Why didn't you do that immediately?"

"Because you were running away from me and I couldn't get to you without compromising both of our safety," Y/n snapped back without missing a beat. Right back to their forming bad habits...

Dick wasn't satisfied with Y/ns answer. "Why didn't you just teleport closer to me?"

"Because the point was to draw their attention, not grab you and get out! You were supposed to at least bind your wound so you weren't just freely bleeding."

"There was something in the bullet, I could feel it almost immediately. There's... something.." As the adrenaline of the moment faded and all that was keeping him talking was arguing - which, as it rose his heartrate, probably wasn't a good idea - he began to lose strength and collapsed in Y/n's arms. His eyes fluttered closed and he went silent.

Y/n's breathing immediately quickened, growing shallow. "Nightwing," he snapped, slowly lowering him to the ground. He forced himself to work slowly through the panic, checking Dick's pulse. It was skittish and getting slower. Something was wrong. Y/n could feel the panic increasing. He grit his teeth and forced away the images of Jason's broken body in Bruce's arms. He instead grabbed Dick's arm, turning it to access the body monitor all the Batfam wore. 

As he had the thought to get in contact with everyone else, he felt Miss Martian's psychic link restore and he reached out to her, drawing her to their location. He ran down the entire situation and analyzed how fast whatever was effecting Nightwing was effecting him.

M'gann didn't have to tell Y/n that they weren't going to make it to the two and back to the Cave in time. Y/n closed his eyes, forcing himself to focus. He needed to know what was wrong with Dick in order to save him. If he didn't, no one would. And Y/n wouldn't lose Dick. Not like he'd lost Jason. Not him. Anyone but him.

Finally the spells Y/n was casting to figure out what the hell was wrong came with a result. A specific poison, fast acting, 100% fatality rate. Y/n felt his anger rise as his vision blurred with tears. He blinked quickly to clear it, ignoring as the tears fell down his cheeks. He closed his eyes to force his mind to come up with the words he needed.

"Ezilibats mih." His words echoed and Y/n was immediately rechecking his heartbeat and vitals, but his vision was too blurry. He couldn't see anything, couldn't make sense of it. He was out of ideas - if this didn't work Dick was dead. The thought made Y/n crumble and he pulled Dick into his chest, burying his face in his hair. He was begging under his breath, shaking, in shambles. And that was how the Team found them.

At first everyone thought Dick was dead, but when Miss M told them he was fine, Y/n only began to cry harder and everyone exchanged looks but they knew what had happened without even having to ask. Y/n was silent on the ride back to the Cave. Dick woke up there, in their little hospital wing, all healed and completely fine. He was updated on what happened in the mission, and Connor took him aside to tell him about Y/n's reaction to the whole thing. "Just so you understand why."

Dick tensed. "Why what?" He demanded.

Connor pursed his lips. "He quit. The Team, everything. He said he's done and has been looking for entry level jobs so he can buy his own apartment and move out of the Cave." Bruce had given him a secretary job at Wayne Enterprises, and Y/n had been doing wonderfully - even after Jason's passing. If he was looking to get out of the job, then that would mean he'd stop coming to family dinners, stop dropping by for Holidays. He'd be alone and the Batfam would be missing one more member. The Team would lose their friend. Y/n was trying to disappear.

Dick didn't wait and no one stopped him. He was up immediately, only gritting his teeth at his hurt leg but otherwise walking perfectly fine as he moved through the halls at as quick a pace as he could manage while he hunted down Y/n.

He was in his room. Where he had been every free moment since Jason's death. Unsurprising then that Dick looked there first and, upon knocking on the door, wasn't shocked to see Y/n open it. He looked horrible, with heavy lids and bags under his eyes and a slouch to his shoulders. He looked exhausted.

"Before you try and-" Y/n began.

Dick pushed through the door and pulled him in a hug. "I'm sorry. I didn't thank you, thank you. Thank you for all those years ago, choosing to let us help you instead of turning away. Thank you for loving our family as much as I do and becoming apart of it. Thank you for giving Jason a best friend - he really needed it. Thank you for joining the team and saving so many of our lives so many times. Thank you for letting me love you. It was the best time of my life and I will always treasure it because you're an amazing person. Thank you for letting me know you."

Y/n was silent for a long time. He didn't move, didn't even seem to breathe. But then, just as Dick was losing hope, ever so slowly, Y/n's arms moved to wrap around Dick and hug him back. They melted into each other and Dick could feel the material of his shirt get wet as Y/n cried on his shoulder. 

"Bruce was right, I can't do this. I need to take a break." The words were a relief to hear.

"Okay," Dick agreed. He held his boyfriend tighter. They hadn't broken up yet, and he tried to hold onto that in this moment. It might be his last chance to think that.

Y/n seemed surprise at the lack of a response. "I won't be able to fight with you anymore - maybe ever again. We'll have way less time together, I won't be able to help you with cases. You'll have to face so much more on your own and we'll come to resent each other eventually. It'll fall apart like it always does. No time, no energy-"

"If you think that I'd ever resent you for prioritizing your needs, you're an idiot." Y/n's words died. "I will always love you for doing this. You should. You shouldn't keep going if you can't. I just can't lose you completely. I need you to be some part of my life. Everyone will miss you; the team; the family. Everyone. Promise me you won't quit at Wayne Tech. Promise me you won't disappear because you feel bad about retiring."

A shaky breath came from Y/n then and he held Dick tighter, burying his face in Dick's shoulder. They hadn't hugged this long in ages and it was what they both desperately needed. Y/n sighed, shaking his head. "Okay. I promise."

Dick leaned back and Y/n let him, even as Dick raised a hand to wipe away the remaining tears and pulled him into a kiss. They both lingered, and after a moment even relaxed. melted into each other. Dick didn't go far when the kiss ended, resting their foreheads together. "I don't want to break up with you. I want to give it a shot. I want to try, I want to fight. I don't want to fade from each others' lives - if it ends ugly then that's how it ends. I want to hold onto you."

Everyone knew how Dick's relationships ended. It was fire and joy and passion that slowly dimmed and faded into professionalism and business relations. They grew distant, but the fondness remained, and they parted on mutual, good terms. Dick always wanted to avoid ugly break ups, wanted to preserve relations as much as possible. The fact that he was willing to throw caution to the wind meant a lot.

Y/n chuckled, sighing a second time. "You're impossible, Dick Grayson."

Dick smiled. "Impossibly in love with you."

For the first time since Jason had died, Y/n laughed. Loud, with his full chest. His head fell back and he pulled Dick closer. The moment was warm and bright and all of the darkness and heaviness that had been plaguing them fell away completely, leaving them free and light. One thing was certain: they'd succeeded. They'd made it out the other side.

At least for now, they'd be alright. 

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Male Readers: @ravenpuff-oli @sortzz @fadedver

[peonysgreenhouse]

-`♡´- kisses + the 13 flame-chasers

summary: what it says on the tin!

tags: flame-chasers x gn!reader, griseo's is platonic of course, fluff, lots of kissies.

i. kevin kaslana

kevin’s last try at love had left him unable to touch anything living, his body now colder than ice. he craves the contact he once was able to give and receive freely, but to sacrifice his own body in pursuit of the MOTH’s goals was something he was more than willing to do. but even the icy-hearted first flame chaser has his moments of weakness. in those moments he’ll grab your tie, or the end of your skirt and bring it up to his lips, inhaling the scent he was never close enough to know, and wonder how warm your skin felt underneath.

ii. elysia

elysia adores everything about you, and she wants you to know how much you are loved every moment she is with you. she places kisses to any place she can reach, but more than that she loves watching your reactions. so human, so beautiful. it’s not rare to end up with her rosy gloss all over you.

iii. aponia

aponia likes listening to you breathe. underneath a tree in the tall grass, your head in her lap. it’s one of the few times she feels she can live in the present. the future is the farthest thing from her mind as she leans down and places a kiss to your forehead, telling you to go to sleep. she doesn’t command you to do it so, but with her soft humming, you soon drift off. aponia kisses your eyelids, then, and prays for your dreams to be pleasant.

iv. eden

her lips taste of the finest wine; how could you not get intoxicated after kissing her? the high of eden’s performance doesn’t wear off for hours, and she loves to perch you up on her vanity and kiss you until she’s satisfied… and eden is hard to satiate. out of all the endless riches she has amassed, you are her favorite treasure of all.

v. vill-v

the great magician loves to woo you with her performances. look down into their hat and when you see nothing inside, she’ll tilt your chin up and give you a quick peck.

the expert likes to ramble off her ideas for projects — you’re the only one allowed in their lab. it’s not often they get excited about things, but with you there she finds that old passion for inventing return in spades. when you aren’t looking, she’ll place a lingering kiss to your temple, whispering out her thanks.

vill-v loves you wholly, with every part of themself.

vi. kalpas

you’re one of the few who has gotten to see under kalpas’s mask. his skin is fair, sunken pale eyes tired and angry. it’s the first time he lets you see underneath that you finally get to kiss him. his teeth are bared, and he threatens to kill you for standing so close. but when your lips touch his own, all feigned malice melts away, and he pulls you into him hard.

vii. su

his kisses are featherlight, as soft as a summer breeze. as busy as he is with his work, he will always find pockets of time to spend with you. even if it’s just as small as kissing your cheek before he leaves for work, he will remember your loving eyes, the way the morning light made your skin glow, your small smile… yes, this is one memory that will follow him forevermore.

viii. SAKURA

SAKURA always looks for you after battles. she is covered in bruises and cuts that will leave ugly scars later, but she needs to know you’re okay; that the one person left that she loves is still there. she ushers you someplace quiet and hums, a familiar song that she once sang to RIN and patches you up. you tell her of an old superstition that you once heard, and she takes it to heart. SAKURA doesn’t let you go until she’s placed her lips against every future scar, promising you that next time, she’ll keep you safe.

ix. kosma

try as he might, he will never be able to figure out what you’re thinking. when you reassure him that you like him, he wonders if you mean in a way that he can sit close to you. it’s easier show him what’s on your mind, tilt his chin up and plant a sweet kiss to his lips. kosma will think about your touch for a long time, one hand touching his lips and the other balled into his tunic. he hopes you’ll kiss him again and again.

x. mobius

mobius tastes sickeningly sweet, you sometimes wonder if her lipstick is laced with poison. when mobius kisses you, it is needy, her lips moving hard and fast against your own, pressing you against her lab table. when she pulls back, you’re seeing stars, and she grins at you like a predator. you can’t help but think if this is where you die, it wouldn’t be so bad.

xi. griseo

mama aponia tells griseo that kisses are reserved for people she loves. and so she gives mama aponia a kiss on the cheek before she goes to look for inspiration. today, you are her muse, and you sit for hours as she paints every color that she sees in you; each one unique to you. once you’re done, she tugs your sleeve and tells you to come look. you tell her it’s beautiful, and she kisses you on the cheeks as thanks.

xii. fu hua

hua fights with her fists, and so the bruises left on her knuckles are forever rosy, never allowed to fully heal. when she spars with you, she never goes easy, and you’re face down in the dirt after only one round. she notices the deep purple of fresh bruises on your hands, and places a kiss to each one, praising you for trying so hard.

xiii. pardofelis

pardo loves all things shiny, but she’s found she doesn’t mind being paid in kisses from time to time. she purrs as you take her cheeks into your hands, kissing her all over the face. felis can’t help but laugh at the way it tickles, falling forward into your lap and nuzzling into your neck.

[yummygender]

(Before anything, I’d like to thank @wolvieispunk for the idea. Their original post is on their blog)

Stress Positions and Poker

Patch ran out of the bar, heading back to his hotel room with a grumble. The damn merc. He was boiling and seething just as he turned the corner and entered the room, his gaze softening ever so slightly at the sight of his Wade, still wrapped up and bound under the desk. The still disguised man slowly approached the desk, earning an excited moan from the bound man. His Wade was at his mercy, dawning a gimp suit with his arms tied behind his back while he knelt on the ground, his signature mask now equipped with a ring gag that kept his mouth open which was occupied with a ballgag at the moment.

Patch knelt down and grabbed his head, another alarmed moan echoing in the room before the man hushed him.

“Just me, darling. It’s your Patchy~”

His Wade melted at his words as he slowly pressed up against his hand. Patch smiled as he began to remove the ballgag, earning another moan as his tied up lover popped a boner. The suited man smiled as he pressed a gentle kiss against his head.

“Yeah…missed me that much, huh? Oh don’t worry, you’ll get to use your mouth soon. I just got one question.”

He sat on the chair and pulled Wade to his feet, making the man shiver. The bounded man was pulled onto his lap as Patch removed the mask, letting him relax his jaw before grabbing his ear.

“You sneaking off again, you little magician?” He growled in his ear.

His Wade shivered as he mewled and closed his eyes.

“No Daddy! Never! Never ever!!”

“Then who stole your suit?”

The bounded man blinked in confusion, still wincing under the man’s hold.

“My suit? It’s still in the closet, hung up nicely. You can l-“

Patch grabbed his face and forced him to look him in the eye.

“You promise? Cuz I swear, Wade…if it’s not there…”

“It’s there, Daddy! It’s there!”

His grip relaxed as he gently rubbed Wade’s chin while he began to think.

“…ok baby, I’ll look. But if I catch you in a lie, you’re gonna get my belt. Understood?”

The merc nodded harshly until Patch gently held his head, keeping him still as he groaned softly.

“Tsk tsk tsk…no no, don’t hurt yourself. Deep breaths now…”

Wade whimpered as he leaned into Patch’s touch.

“Sowwy…”

Patch’s heart began to melt, no longer furious over the stranger in his lover’s suit as he focused on the man in his lap. He gently pecked the merc’s bald head as he sighed.

“Oh, you just melt this old man’s heart…hope you know that.”

The bounded mercenary let out a blissful sigh as he let the man help him back under the desk and into position before checking the closet. Sure enough, his rubber-bounded lover’s suit was still in the corner of the closet in a crumpled pile. Just where Patch tossed it when he overpowered Wade and effectively defeated him. The memory made him smiled as he closed the door and returned to his boytoy.

“Welp, you weren’t lying. That doesn’t really explain the rando freak in your suit…”

“Well…maybe they were just cosplaying?”

He chuckled as he sat back down on the desk chair.

“Cosplay? Who the hell would cosplay in a fucking poker bar?”

Wade hummed as he watched the man grab his gimp mask and rub the fabric in his hands.

“Well, people are weird.”

“Heh, no shit.”

The room was quickly filled with the merc’s nonsensical rambling while Patch silently listened before getting annoyed. He turned to his little bounded merc and pressed a finger against his lips, halting the crazy man’s blabbering as Wade looked up at him.

“I know you’re excited, baby…but Daddy’s had a long day.”

This made the bounded man smirk.

“Back to work, Patchy~?”

Patch let out a rough laugh as he fiddled with his belt while Wade got into position, letting the man lower his boxers while slipping his mask back on. Once they were ready, the merc slammed his head down on Patch’s member, bobbing his head as if this was a typical Tuesday night, which it was. At least to them.

Wade closed his eyes as he continued to bob his head, filled with bliss while he moaned. The older man began to gently pull on the merc’s mask as he purred in his mouth. The room remained quiet, only skin slapping and soft grunts/moans filled the air while the two focused on the pleasure. The younger man was in heaven, his body trembling everytime Patch would gently rub his head. Patch remained gentle, praising the little bounded merc as he rubbed his head.

“Keep going, baby~”

Wade didn’t have to be asked twice as he went at an inhumane pace while Patch grunted. He closed his eyes while groaning, subconsciously bucking his hips as he gripped onto his lover’s head.

“Fuck! That’s my toy…keep going. If you’re good, I’ll bang you on the bed.”

This only made the merc go faster, his mind now focused on his reward as Patch finished in his mouth. Wade peacefully swallowed as he closed his eyes and pulled away. The older man let go of his head as the two caught their breath.

“…better?” Wade whispered.

“…yeah…better.”

Patch removed his suit and underwear as he left to take a shower.

“Out of the rubber and on the bed.”

That was not a request and Wade knew it. He squirmed around and slipped out of the rubber and leather straps as he laid on the bed in only his underwear. Once the hairy man left the room, fresh from the shower, he dried up and slipped on some underwear. He crawled up next to Wade and pulled him into a gentle hug.

“Hi Daddy~”

“Hey sugar…”

“You seem tired…”

Patch paused as he blinked, slowly registering his lover’s words before smiling.

“What about your reward?”

Wade smiled.

“It can wait. Let’s just cuddle…”

His lover chuckled as he gently kissed his scars.

“Oh? Alright, but that just means you’re getting your reward right away in the morning…”

“I’d like that…”

[shiningfremi]

freminet headcanons + extra drabbles!

romance, personality, and tidbits!

- deep down, he always wanted to become a diving instructor. how could he keep the oceanic scenery and adventure to himself? but he believes his introverted behavior holds him back :*(

- when he becomes close to you, he will become a whole snuggle bug, and will ask to cuddle whenever you guys are alone together~!

- his room is super well decorated. a bunch of adorable stuffed animals on his bed, stunning photographs and posters on his wall, and why, penguin decor of course! he also has a plentiful amount of seashells and souvenirs from his explorations.

- freminet's love for cuddling applies to hugs as well. I already know he gives the best hugs there is! he holds you tight, and whenever you're sad and in need of comfort, he quietly listens and delicately rubs your back.

𓆡 🪼 𓇼 𓆝

you began to cry harder than you already were upon receiving freminet's touch.

"shh, shh.. I'm here, love. I'm here. i will stay here with you for however long you need." he promised you in a calming voice.

🌊𓆉🐚

- he gets startled quite easily. freminet is definitely not a fan when he is suddenly crept up on! lyney often surprises him in this way, being the magician he is.

- freminet has a habit of biting his nails. he even moves onto the skin.. poor thing. because of this, he lets you paint his nails at times to steer him away from the biting, and he tries his best as to not ruin the polish.

- he is very mechanically inclined. he will even make a toy just like pers for you, any animal you desire! he absolutely adores your reaction to his creations! it inspires him to keep on creating them. :)

- he absolutely LOVES sleepovers! the fun of doing skincare routines and face masks together, the glow in your eyes as he listens in on the stories you tell, and if you fall asleep first, he hums a gentle lullaby, only ever loud enough to be a whisper~

- freminet can get overwhelmed from crowds and excessive questions, and so he relies on you in certain social situations. he is also more of a sensitive person, and avoids unnecessary conflict. if you catch anyone saying something about freminet, even one negative aspect, you are on the front lines to defend him!

- his eyelashes are very long. and I mean, long. you always compliment him on how pretty they are, and when you first met him, you accidentally glanced at them for too long.. oops!

- this boy is super duper ticklish. if you even slightly brush your hand against his ticklish spots, he bursts out in laughter. you love seeing him so giggly, so you do it whenever possible! >:D

𓆡 🪼 𓇼 𓆝

"AHAHA!! stop, stop!" he'd roll around on the ground, making helpless attempts to run away.

"never~! your laugh is music to my ears!" you genuinely appreciated this rare break from his day to day personality.

"I- y/n- HAHAH!" freminet loved being with you, so perhaps he could allow it just this once.. goodness, how could you get him into this situation~? (≧∇≦)

🌊𓆉🐚

- he has never been caught swearing. ever. nor has he ever shown a great amount of anger towards anyone. oh no, he wouldn't dare. freminet prefers to get all of his emotions out underwater, where he cannot be heard..

- freminet is a great cook. like sir, everything you create is delicious! and of course, his favourite dishes to whip up would be some variety of seafood.

𓆡 🪼 𓇼 𓆝

"y/n, which sauce do you think tastes better? or if you don't like them, please tell me.." he'd present to you a tiny spoonful of each, shyly inching forward.

after you take a sample of both of them, you gleefully express your opinion.

"I love them both! it would be delicious no matter what you make." you assure him.

🌊𓆉🐚

- he is very closed off. this goes back to how he feels about diving with others. he doesn't want to do a bad job, and is filled with the overwhelming fear of doing so. when you finally dive with him for the first time, he is like a completely different person. he effortlessly guides you through the depths of the sea, taking great attention to your status, your favorite sights and sea creatures, and freminet constantly checks up on you to make sure that you're comfortable.

𓆡 🪼 𓇼 𓆝

"freminet.. you're fantastic at this! you would be an amazing guide for new divers. I loved experiencing this opportunity with you." you mention, whilst a huge smile is plastered on your face.

"a-ah, no no y/n, you flatter me. I'm much more useful as a surveyer.. there are plenty more skilled individuals out there. im really not much.." he'd sadly reply, his expression seeming awfully distant.

"i see. you may think that, freminet, but in my eyes.. you're very talented. I think you have more to offer than you may believe, so don't be so hard on yourself." you'd reply, your gaze softening.

freminet paused for a moment upon hearing your kind words. his lips formed a subtle crescent upward, and his cheeks were dusted in a deep blush.

"thank you, y/n. you have no idea how much your words truly mean to me."

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[codenamesazanka]

pet peeve: when fanfics refer to Spinner as "the lizard/gecko" or "the heteromorph/mutant" in its narration.

1) Spinner explicitly dislike being called those labels. If he's the narrator (or close to it), he probably wouldn't call himself that unless he's being self-loathing (maybe not even then).

2) Unless the narrating character is not a friend/League member and/or is an insensitive jackass, they probably wouldn't usually refer to Spinner as such, even in their heads. They know he doesn't like it. It's also generally seen as rude in-universe

3) Spinner is not a lizard or a gecko or reptilian or a hybrid or a different species. He's a human being, with a quirk that makes him look like a lizard. At least use 'lizard-looking man' or 'lizard quirk guy'.

4) 'heteromorph/mutant' is a descriptor/aspect of a person. It's also canonically stated by Spinner to not be very polite. Friendly non-asshole narrator probably also wouldn't use "The mutant" to refer to Spinner.

5) Please just use Spinner's name. I promise it's not redundant or less poetic or uncreative. Just use his name.

6) Just use character's names. 'The fire-user', 'the masked magician', 'the bluette' — please just use names.

[gnomeonamelon]

Benefit of a time skip: I get to do fun new things with the characters!!

While Estelle would be 10-12 at the time of the Trials of Apollo, I imagine this design to be a good bit older, around 16.

Backstory, design notes, and all the good stuff below:

Backstory:

In the years after preventing the apocalypse^3, Ash finds young people with the potential to learn magic and walk the line that she does between pantheons. She takes them under her wing, teaching them what she can and helping them find teachers for their individual skillsets.

Ash noticed Estelle and her potential very early on. On the day they met (Estelle was about four), the child pointed out her back tattoo to Percy and his family even through Ash was using particularly strong coating of Mist to hide it from Sally's clear sight. Estelle has the strongest clear sight of any mortal, demigod, or magician she's ever met, she's never been fooled.

Of course, Sally and Paul don't want their daughter going on any quests. Ash promises them that, if she decides she wants to learn magic, it will be treated as an extracurricular activity, and she will be firmly out of the action.

This lasts until she finds a god on her doorstep. She can pretend she's sleeping over at a friend's house for a little jaunt to Indiana... right?

Design:

While Percy and Estelle look a lot alike, I think it's strange that she (and Paul) are described to look a lot like Poseidon. I decided to change her salt and pepper hair to a dark brown and her sea green eyes to either a more standard green as a reference to canon!Percy's eyes or brown as well.

Abilities:

She summons her extra arms through the ᛗ/ Mannaz rune (meaning augmentation and support). What her arms feel like and their physical strength depends on what material/ deck of runes she uses to make or summon them. She has both stone and metal runes, although she favors her metal deck.

I'm sure this comes as no surprise, but Percy was the one to teach her to swordfight. When it comes to dual wielding, incorporating magic into sword fighting, as well as some other more general magician things, Annabeth's cousin Julian taught her (although they didn't know he would be the same Julian when Ash pitched the idea).

She has a sword collection- everything from celestial bronze to bone steel, khopesh to gladius. She even has a half celestial bronze, have mortal steel one that makes Percy really uncomfortable.

As its uncommon among magicians, Amos Kane (the Chief Lector) helped refine Estelle's storm magic. Percy was certainly surprised when Estelle showed him the first time <3.

Role in the story:

Instead of Percy, Estelle is the one that opens the door and attempts to defend the group from plague spirits (Sally's driving them to camp). Through the power of masking, they do fare better against the monsters than canon!Percy on that front and Estelle's able to use the power of storm wind to help break them up but it was covid instead of the common cold.

Estelle and Sally head home to quarantine for a while just in case while the dynamic duo head to camp. She doesn't come back until the end of The Hidden Oracle to once again replace Percy.

She also ends up sneaking along to Indiana behind Apollo and Rachel, only revealing herself when it's too late to send her home by herself (like the gremlin she is). She does very well for and has a blast doing it until the Hunters of Artemis (including Ash and Thalia) appear. This whole adventure definitely gets her grounded.

[pinkcherryblossomphonecase]

This is a movie, right?

(A short story about Cooper being under @soonyouwillgo ability. Please check out their ability to get a understanding what's happening.)

(The people I like to tag when I write these things @oscarsgallery , @tatsuhikoshibusawa , @lets-play-a-game )

One step at a time.

One step at a time.

Deeper and deeper into this forsaken basement.

I don't want to be. I never wanted to be here. Not especially with him. Him and his horrid comedy mask, always smiling back at me. But even the smile of the mask cannot hide the true intentions and feelings of this man.

He pushes me around. Forces me to do things against my will. Beat me like a broken doll, that's because I am. This man hates me. Magician will forever hate me.

To him, I'm just some plaything, a useless mutt.

What he does to me he doesn't care.

We reached the bottom of the stairs. The blindfolded wrapped around my eyes slowly becomes undone. What I expected to be a harsh cold basements is instead a bright stage with lights all over, props on the floor, and actors standing, around reading their lines. This was a movie set. I believe it's always has been a movie set.

I think....

Magician put his hand on my shoulder before shoving me a movie script. I gave a flip through it, but there was nothing there for me to read, everything was blurry. It doesn't matter though. By Magician's orders apparently I was given the main role, which has no lines other than to do improv. I was give one task. To walk around stage and act like I'm at a festival until I beat "my enemies" with a tool hammer.

It's all for a movie. Everything is fake so no actors would be truly harmed. The hammer was fake, yet it felt so heavy in my hands. The blood was fake, yet the coldness of it against my skin felt so real. The actors screams and cries for mercy were so spot on that I can't even tell that they're acting anymore. Even when they acted dead for the shot of this "movie" they refused to get up.

The hammer was still in my hand, covered in fake blood. So was the rest of me covered in fake blood, all over my face and costume for the filming. I stood there looked at the last actor I just finished the scene with, waiting for the next set of directions for the next shot.

My gaze lingered on the actor on the floor, he's really good at actin dead like the other actors. I wonder how they do it? I turn my head towards the camera, right beside it stood Magician, slowly clapping.

Was he pleased with my performance this time? Did he like my acting? I hope so! I think I did a good job acting this time, I tried to be real as possible. Maybe he'll give me some food like he promised! More than just table scraps!

I gave a smile to the camera and then the lights when out.....

There was a pounding in my head, everything in my sight was blurry, my face was on the cold floor. What happened? Why is it so dark in here? Where's the film set?

There were no stage or lights or cameras around. Just the cold ambiance of the basement. A all too familiar place to me.

That's when it settled in.

Not again. Please don't tell me it happened again.

I gasp and sit up, looking around the room frantically. This is the basement, not a film set, but I thought we were filming a movie? We're still performing right? Right?

My eyes look down and my hands tremble with the sight of blood all over them, along with the tool hammer from earlier. The blood felt dry to the skin, how long has this been on my hands?

That's when I drop the hammer once I see a pile of all the actors I worked with in a unmoving pile on the floor. This can't be right.

It's all fake right?

It must be all fake, right?

Please tell me this is only acting right?

It must be acting. It has to be!

A inhumane laugh fills the room, mocking and laughing at my suprise. My vision is still blurry but now it has gotten worse as I felt like crying. I covered my ears as the laughing came closer and closer. Soon before I knew it, Magician and his never frowning mask stood before me, laughing his heart out.

"Great performance, Cooper. They're dead because of you, perfect for the movie. All perfectly filmed to." Magician held his camera, holding it in front of me to mock me. He pushed me out of the way as he started to head upstairs.

"Well I had my enterprise for the day, this will go great with all my other recordings." He said with a smug tone, heading up the stairs. He gave one last comment about halfway up. "Oh and by the way. I lied about giving you extra food. I ate it all since I don't want to share with a mutt like you." And with that he left the basement, locking me down here for the rest of the night.

I felt my legs gave away and I collapse onto thw floor, crying to myself. Of course this happened again....

[tayerdraws]

The Amazing Digital Funhouse Masterpost!!!

Hello peps! Now that the main cast is done, it’s time for the masterpost! This AU had me on like a chokehold or something cause it was to good not to finish it! This AU combines two of my interests together in a nutshell: TADC and FNAF! I hope you enjoy!

The Amazing Digital Funhouse opened its doors in 2002 and was designed with fans young and old in mind so that they can experience the game like never before! Featuring a ton of fun games, attractions, shows, events and delicious food and drink. And we cannot forget the gang that started it all! we are able to bring the characters to life so that you can meet them up close and in person. These identical copies of the iconic cast of the once iconic game are able to interact with you in a way that is truly magical. Whenever you are having a birthday party or a fun day out with all the family, The Amazing Digital Funhouse will truly make feel like apart of the show!

Now it’s time to meet..

THE FUNHOUSE GANG!

Caine

Lovable, wacky and most of all loves to put on a good show, Caine is the host with the most of the funhouse and his performances and magic tricks are eager to give the most famous magicians a run for their money. With his butter smooth voice and over optimistic personality, he knows how to put on a good show. His personality may make him seem like a out of control ringmaster but don’t let that fool you! Despite his let loose kind of attitude, he still strives to entertain you, no matter what!

Bubble

Meet Bubble, Caine’s partner in crime and his loyal yet quite goofy co-host, always having something random to say when his best bud gets a little too rowdy. His actions may make him look like an annoying little rascal and for how annoying he may be, he has his friends back. When it’s helping to hosting a party or eating all the food that he promised is for his friends, he is the silly little rascal we all know and love.

Pomni

Pomni is a jester that always finds a way to make her friends laugh whenever they feel down. But when she is not making the audience have another trip to the loo, she can be found hanging out with her best buds most of the time but can be seen having her own personal space. She has a wild attitude that doesn’t mind causing trouble when it comes for her time to shine. And please don’t call her short.

Jax

The funhouse’s cocky and laid back inventor! This periwinkle rabbit is known for his wacky inventions that ether turn out to be a big mistake or operate successfully. When he isn’t in his workshop, he is also known to be quite the prankster! But don’t always expect him to be like that when it comes to his opinions towards his friends. Design the case, just try to stay on his chill side and not his crazy prankster side.

Ragatha

Introducing Ragatha or Rags or short, our sweet, caring and compassionate ragdoll that is quite the gamer! In fact, she has the highest scores on many of the games here, now that’s what we call talent. When there is a problem. She will be always be there to help out when trouble rises. Ether way, She is that iconic dolly that is sure to show that kindness is always the answer.

Gangle

Confident on the outside as much as shy she is on the inside, Gangle is quite the fan of musicals and everything theatre! She may look confident and brave but don’t think that’s the case! In reality, she is actually is quite a shy bunch of ribbons but when you get to know her, she may or may not dump you on her favourite musicals. Just don’t break her comedy mask.

Zooble

Chill, Groovy and quite the opposite from the rest of the gang, Zooble is sure to make you dance along to sweet mixtapes and remixes! Whereas the rest of the cast is more high energy, Zooble is more chill and has a sense of swag and is pretty competitive when it comes to games. You can tell she’s a winner! But nothing compares to her sick beats and her rockin’ remixes! When she starts the party, you know you’re in for a awesome time.

Kinger

Hailing from royal origins, Kinger is known for being abit of a coo-coo bananas kind of person with a fascination in insects and magic! Some consider him “Crazy” but despite the fact, he isn’t afraid to be brutally honest about his history and how talented he is at magic, in fact he is a pro at it! Whenever he is making snarky comments on his insects or duelling with guests with a sword in hand, he is just there to make guests smile!

Gummigoo

YEEHAW! Sheriff comin’ right through! Meet Gummigoo,The reckless yet butt-kickin’ cowboy that is sure is quite the beast. Coming straight from the sweet smelling deserts of the Candy Canyon Kingdom, Gummigoo is not who you think he is when you say “hero” but turned to the side of good after meeting Pomni in a bubblegum cave after falling down a hole that lead to the mines that were deep within the caves. When you say he’s reckless, we mean it! Mainly being the one to partake in rodeos and insane heists that will make public services think twice about who they catch. Despite his ramshackled past, he will stop at nothing to become anybody’s hero!

Munchimax and Chewichad

If you can have one gummy gator then they can’t be alone without the other, right? Gummigoo’s goofy yet overall comedic duo, Munchimax and Chewichad are the definition of that sentence. Also known as Max and Chad for short, they turned to the side of good after their boss’s redemption and so did their past of robbing banks and maple syrup! Munchimax is the clumsy yet goofy one of the duo, often leading him into rather sticky situations in the long run. Just don’t point out that he is trying to steal his boss’s spotlight. Chad on the other hand is just as more of a country gator than any one else. He is a bit of a dummy at times but is darn good at playing the banjo despite his long arms being the only thing thats ahead of himself.

The Gloink Queen

Driven by the desire for popularity, The Gloink Queen is quite a mysterious royal and no one knows where she even came from! Not even Caine himself! She is the black sheep of the group and the total opposite of the funhouse gang, always playing tricks and spoiling the fun using her Gloink minions (despite her calling them her servants)! She’s always got a trick up her sleeve from ruining birthday parties to complaining about the guests leaving a ruckus of a mess in her lair. She loves to play games but don’t expect her to play fair, when you do prepare to be met with a lot of obtuse clues that might lead to a trap! She sure is an old school villain that you don’t want to meet!

I had a ton of fun making this au and I really like how to came out! I’m pretty excited to post more of these guys! And back into the void I go.

[agaypanic]

Benny saves reader from a zombie

When The Dead Rise (Benny Weir X Reader)

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Summary: Ethan has to take his little sister trick or treating, so of course he invites all of his friends to keep him company. Splitting up from your friends to spend time with your boyfriend ends up giving you some scares.

A/N: SO MANY THINGS TO SAY!!! 1, sorry for not posting a story in over 2 weeks, i discovered character ai messaging and became addicted to talking to josh hutcherson’s (i love that man, im so glad hes been getting more attention again, im so sad that he has a gf and is like 10+ years older than me) mike schmidt from fnaf (lowkey wondering if i should try making character chats, i think itd be fun lol). 2, thank you for 1.1k followers!!! It truly means a lot to me! 3, I still have a good handful of requests and i don’t know when they’ll all be finished, so if you’ve sent in a request that i haven't gotten to yet, im so sorry lol. 4, this feels kinda half-assed but enjoy this halloween fic even tho its fuckin november lmao

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“Ethan, hurry up!” Benny yelled up the stairs to his best friend, who was in his room getting ready. “If we wait any longer, all the good candy’s gonna be gone!”

“Calm down, Bens.” You laughed. “We’re big kids; we can buy our own candy.”

“It’s not the same.” He whined, letting you pull him towards you by the lapels of his suit jacket. You fixed his poorly tied tie and smoothed out the fabric of his outfit. Benny wanted to be a magician this year, saying it fit perfectly. He even somehow roped you into dressing up as a magician’s assistant.

Before you could reply, there was a knock at the door. Unsure of whether it was a trick-or-treater or one of your friends, you grabbed the bowl of candy near the front entrance and opened the door. But the sight before you made you jump, some pieces of candy flying out of the bowl.

“Trick or treat!” Rory snickered behind an ugly zombie mask. It looked like the mask had been melted and worn out. 

“Couldn’t you have just dressed up as a vampire?” You asked, letting Rory into the house and closing the door. “You know, with you being a vampire and all.”

“Too easy.” Rory shrugged, taking off the mask. “Besides, scaring the crap out of you is worth wearing the mask.” He grinned, and you smacked his shoulder with an eye roll.

Hearing footsteps come thundering down the stairs, you all turned around. Jane came down in a princess costume while Ethan was close behind in one of his regular outfits. You all booed him and his wardrobe.

“Boring!”

“Didn’t even try.”

“Where’s your Halloween spirit, man?”

“Guys, give me a break, okay?” Ethan sighed. It was clear he didn’t really want to go out tonight. Wanting him to at least try to get into the spirit of the holiday, you grabbed a pack of fake vampire fangs from the trick-or-treating bowl.

“Here, you can be the vampire. Now let’s go, or Jane won’t get any candy.” Hearing this, Jane raced out the door, the rest of you hot on her tail.

***

It was late at night when you all decided to stop trick or treating. Jane’s candy bag was practically bursting at the seams, and she was worn out to the point where Rory had to start carrying her. He only did it because, due to being a vampire, he was the only one strong enough to haul her around, and she promised to give him some of her candy.

“Wanna split?” Benny leaned down to whisper to you, the two of you slowing down and gradually being separated from your friends. Deciding that they probably wouldn’t mind your absence, you nodded. Benny grinned and squeezed your hand that he had been holding the entire evening before pulling you in the direction of his house.

As the two of you walked down the street, a chill ran up your spine. An October night in Canada probably wasn’t the best time to wear a costume that had a good amount of skin, but when you put the costume on, you had decided that it would be a problem for future you.

Future you was less than pleased.

Luckily, being the amazing and thoughtful boyfriend he was, Benny took off his magician’s cape and tied it around you. He must’ve enchanted it, because you were immediately warmed by the fabric. You clung onto his arm, not missing the proud smile he had when he looked down at you wearing something of his.

“Oh, gosh.” You murmured, slowing to a stop. Benny stumbled, looking around in confusion. Before he could ask what was wrong, you pointed to what awaited you just a few yards ahead.

If you knew that the Whitechapel cemetery would be on your route to Benny’s house, you would’ve gone another way. But here you were, looking at the fog-covered, fenced-up plot of land in front of you, the path that went through it looking less than inviting. Given you and your friends’ track records with supernatural and dead things, you were weary of spooky things, such as a cemetery at night. Tonight being Halloween didn’t help much.

“Come on, N/n, it’s okay.” Benny cooed, pulling you along. “Nothing’s gonna happen, I promise.”

“How can you be so sure?” You asked, squeezing his arm.

“I’ll protect you, babe.”

“Oh, great, so we’re both dead.” You half-joked, and Benny gave you a fake offended look.

“Rude.” You got to the fence, and you paused again. Benny looked back and sighed; it was as if he could read your mind before you protested. “Going through the cemetery instead of around is the quickest way home, Y/n. We’ll speedwalk.”

After a deep breath, you nodded, and you both ventured through the graveyard. You clung to Benny as if your life depended on it. For all you knew, it did. The aura surrounding you as you walked spooked Benny a bit, but he did his best to put on a brave face for you.

Before you knew it, you were almost at the other side of the cemetery. Relief filled you as the fog faded just enough to show you the exit.

“Come on, let’s get out of here.” You say, a pep in your step now. But for some reason, Benny pulled on his cape that was around your shoulders. You looked back in confusion.

It wasn’t Benny, you realized. Because he was standing next to you, not behind you.

Behind you was a hideous, groaning creature that looked like it had been decaying for years. You wouldn’t have been surprised if it had crawled out of one of the graves you and Benny walked by.

“Zombie!” You shouted, making Benny jump. You tried to run, but the creature’s decaying hand had a death grip on the cape you were wearing, the opposing forces almost choking you.

Benny grabbed the string that tied the cape around you and somehow ripped it apart. It was probably the sudden adrenaline that gave him the strength to do that and then pick you up when you were finally free. Tossing you over his shoulder, Benny ran out of the graveyard while you both freaked out about what you saw.

Over your squeals and shouts, you didn’t hear the laughing that came from the place you were fleeing from. The zombie dropped the cape and ripped off its face, revealing a cackling Rory. But his laughs were suddenly cut short when he heard a rustle in a nearby bush. Realizing that being alone in the cemetery was becoming too creepy for him, Rory sped away.

When you reached Benny’s house and called your friends, you told them all about the terrifying encounter you and Benny had with the dead. During your storytelling, you didn’t notice Rory having a slight grin on his face the entire time.

[ultimate-snek]

I could not find anything for my previous post so!! I locked in and watched a grabber footage scenepack. Here's my notes on the 'personalities' and behaviors of his various mask combos, they're very sloppy & face value hurried but I do hope they half convey his vibes! He goes through a scale of silly to warmer to cold to fear throughout the various stages. these are mainly a writing aid for me but they might help others

No mask: Ditzy, kind of clumsy “cool adult” who’s a magician. Cheerful, a little dumb, tries to appeal to kids by being friendly and going along with them. Harmless guy both through friendliness and through being dumb, so no threat there. He’ll let you do whatever you want. Alternating depending on who you are; maybe he tries to guilt trip you into helping him, maybe he offers a ride home, a present. Seems like the type of guy to give you drugs if you were the type just to get in your good graces, so dog-ish in that manner. Wants people to like him.

Blank lower half, upper half mask: Agressive, temperamental– first stage. Goes from threatening and hateful to “we’re gonna live together”. Intimidating, talks about murder, but also promises to be a caretaker. Claims all violence was just from anger, so moody. Laughs a little. Acts sort of friendly-fake protective, ‘fatherly’, gets soda. “Nothing’s going to hurt you” while kidnapping you. Upper half, lower smile. Nervous, jittery, gives orders. Reluctant, more ‘human’. Giggles a little, chill-ish. Doesn’t care about things. “With the door shut, no one can hear anything” “this face?” A little zesty, does little hand gestures, breathes way too heavy. Casual. “Ooh! The creepiest damn thing”. Kind of friendly in how he talks, is authoritative in the beginning but also acts rather casual. Does the check-ins, brings food. Kind of the caretaker personality. Giggles and says you have nothing to fear and are already kidnapped. A little warm. Lower smiling mask, no upper half: Watches. Creepy, predatory, poses like an animal. Teary-eyed, frown face, “it’s unfortunate”, likes looking at kids but it’s kind of in an almost sad father-way or like he wants to be them? Probably the most groomer-y mask & also most weak, vulnerable-emotional. Seems both like an abused little kid and a pedophile? Lower face frown upper mask half: Authoritative, ‘punishing’ figure, intimidating and silent. Causes the most harm, lays traps for people to fail so he can punish them. Needs to put a shirt on. Frowny face is for when you misbehave. “I know you’re not sleeping”. Talks like the smiley mask sometimes, in that whiny, complaining manner, but coercive. It’s a lie. Gets angry, destroys things but also pulls the “look what you made me do”. Very much abusive father, beats children with his belt for sneaking out after he leaves the door unlocked so they’ll try. Instills the “rules” and “values. Plays the game, and doles out its punishments. Cold. Angry dog, sharp movements. Lower frown face, no upper mask: Child tries to escape, the most violent. Threatening, agressive. Very cold. Might be the variant that actually beats the children when they fail the game, while the other one is the one who lays the traps like a watchdog. The angry, violent abusive father. Upper half of the mask, no lower half: The murderer. Kills people, straight up. Sociopathic, kills his brother without a second thought and then calls him “his idiot” in a sort of confused grief-like state he then blames on Finner. Cycles all blame back to the victim, actively commits murder. Buries the bodies, doesn’t seem to care about anything. Yells. Talks in a low, gruff voice. Punishing father. None of the friendliness, fake or otherwise. Just cold aggression. Smiles and snickers before swinging, though. Definitely the fighter.

Mask stripped off: Screams, hides his face, seems agonized. Sort of crying panic-attack-y state, no longer attacks but just shields himself and tries to struggle away. Very terrified, paralyzed traumatized child-ish.

[rainycat2]

dare not say that a man forgets sooner; i have loved none but you

The Dead on Main fanfic I promised. AO3 link here! First chapter is short.

(Edit 3/6/23 for clarity)

Chapter One: The Invite

Constantine knew that, on occasion, he had the seemingly-supernatural ability to get himself into some really, truly, utterly bonkers situations. Being a magician in the first place would be a good starting place, much less having effectively escaped death itself by selling his soul sixty ways to Sunday. 

But this?

This was the shit frosting on the particularly radioactive, glowing-green shit cake.

Really, his day had been going pretty well before all of this happened. Comparatively. There hadn’t been any major crises or bullshit that he’d been dragged into, or forced to consult on. The only thing on his docket was the meeting at the Watchtower he was being “asked” to “advise” on, regarding a JLD matter that had the potential to need the daylight League. See, he knew it wasn’t necessary, but the damn Bat was so paranoid he’d jump at a shadow if it so much as flickered the wrong way, so. 

Watchtower it was.

The meeting had progressed relatively normally, to his relief, but close to the end, right when he’d started considering actually lighting the cigarette that dangled between his teeth, right when he’d started properly zoning out… power zipped down his spine, shocking him into sitting straight up. Cold shot down his arms, gooseflesh rising at the sensation as he blinked, then cursed. Captain Marvel shot up as well, looking around like he’d been hit over the head with a pan.

Death magic.

“Get back from the table, you bloody-!” Before he could even finish the curse, a glowing green hole in goddamned reality ripped open in front of his eyes, hovering above the table. It hurt to look at, frankly, the sickly neon green turning to black to green to purple to white to green-- 

Augh, Jesus. He tore his eyes away before the not-fully-in-reality hole could melt his brain. “Don’t look at the damn thing,” he barked, shielding his eyes slightly with a hand.

“What is it,” Bats growled, every line in his posture screaming defense, tenseness, ready to fight.

“It’s-”

A sharp, comical, almost cartoonish pop hit their ears, once again cutting the Brit off as two envelopes fluttered to the meeting room table, the hole in reality just. Disappearing. There one second, gone the next before he could even process. 

Constantine sighed heavily, taking a long, long swig from the flask tucked into his coat pocket before he examined the letter, noting the swirling black script addressed to him. Well, nothing really to lose, he noted, picking it up and breaking the seal quickly.

To John Constantine, Tenant of the House of Mystery, Master of the Arcane Arts, Deceiver of Death, and all other titles that he Lay Claim to;

His High Majesty of the Infinite Realms, of Purgatory, of the Underworld and all other names through History and Time, High King Daniel Phantom, Balance of Life and Death, Champion of All, Ancient of Space, requests your presence at the upcoming Samhain Ball. 

Attire is black-tie, masks are optional, and weapons are restricted. All souls upon acceptance of this invitation shall be bound to an oath of peace for the duration of the Ball, which shall last one Earth day, twenty-four hours, or one rotation of the Planet Earth orbiting Sol in the Milky Way Galaxy.

Accommodations for all who request it shall be made in the King’s Keep in the Infinite Realms, with travel, food, and all other necessary needs provided. 

The Samhain Ball is dated to October 31st, 20XX to the early morning of November 1st, 20XX. 

Please either accept or decline this invitation by October 5th, 20XX so the appropriate accommodations can be arranged.

-Their Excellency, Ancient of Time, Former Consort of King Pariah Dark, Advisor to the King, Lord Clockwork of the Infinite Realms

“...shit."

[moonlitwing]

Confelicity

Noun: pleasure in another’s happiness. Charlie overhears a private moment, as Husk helps Angel Dust relax after a stressful day.

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Charlie crossed the hotel’s lobby to the bar. It was late; was Angel back yet? She’d promised not to try and check on him at work again, but she liked knowing he’d returned safely.

Angel wasn’t at the bar. Neither was Husk, surprisingly. Maybe he was taking a break?

She checked the staff break room – empty – and down the hall. Husk’s room was on the ground floor. The door was slightly open, enough to see that the lights were on.

And enough to clearly hear Angel’s voice coming from inside.

“Ooooh, Husk, that feels sooo goooood …”

Charlie pivoted on the spot and went right back to her and Vaggie’s suite, with a skip in her step.

She was going to be great at respecting boundaries this time! Whether those two were dating now or friends with benefits or what, she wouldn’t breathe a word until and unless they were ready to tell people.

~

Angel Dust was melting into a puddle, face down on Husk’s bed, the cat demon straddling his hips and massaging his back. Angel had brought his third set of arms out from wherever they vanished to, so all six shoulders could be rubbed.

“I think this is the best I’ve ever felt when sober and not fucking. Were you a masseuse in life or something?”

“I was a magician,” Husk admitted. “Mostly card tricks.”

“Ah. Magic hands.” He wiggled his hips a little. “Gonna saw me in half next?”

“Pft – hahahaha!”

“I knew I could make you laugh!” Angel giggled as well. Then Husk pressed a little harder on a stubborn knot of muscle, and Angel groaned. “Oh, yeah, right there. Mmm.”

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For my long-time readers: yes I will be circling back around to my Trollhunters and Strange Magic fics eventually. 'Becoming the Mask' and 'Taking the Feisty One' are not abandoned!

[revasserium]

scorpio rising

elbert; 1,087 words; elbert takes you dancing. i blame @aquagirl1978 for showing me his teaser pv. this one's for u.

he has always been hungry.

from the first day he meets you, he has hungered for your touch, for your smile, for a sliver of your forever — it is not promised. but he does not care. and there’s beauty in this madness — he has always known it — beauty in the mortified longing threatening to grind his bones to dust.

i want…

it’s a selfish thing, he knows, to want like this, to want so hard that it threatens to consume his very soul. he wants — he wants.

“stay close,” he says, because the night is dark and full of terrors but to him the darkness has always been kind.

he feels your presence at his back, emanating warmth like a hearthstone pulled from the dancing flames. he wants.

“el…bert? where are you taking me?”

your curiosity is cool and crisp, slicing through the heat of his own internal frenzy. he wills the tension from his shoulders as he tries to cast you a small, reassuring smile.

“you’ll see.”

at this hour, vauxhall is a cynosure of bacchic revelry, with fireworks and masked dancers, jugglers and magicians and drunken vendors hawking their wares to laughing, unwitting attendees. a hundred thousand tiny lamps glitter among the branches of trees like so many fallen stars, and the raucous sound of street musicians plays backdrop to it all — the air itself thrums with life and vitality, the earth beneath your feet soaked with the remnants.

“wh-what is going on?”

elbert almost laughs at your clear confusion, but he tugs a pair of masks from the inside of his jacket and offers it to you.

“come… dance with me.”

you slip on the mask, still too bewildered to refuse, and feel elbert slip his fingers between yours, tugging you gently towards him and into a pool of flickering lamplight. the music swells and the world spins around you.

there is beauty in this madness — elbert has always known it — beauty in the way a body might tremble and shake when faced with something it cannot control, but this at least, elbert knows. this at least, he can take into the palms of his own hands and hold it close.

this dance — you.

he watches as a brilliant smile blossoms across your lips, your cheeks flushing high with color. it is beautiful, watching you as you fall into a peel of unexpected laughter as he spins you out and pulls you back in, you chest heaving with the exertion of the song.

he wonders if he’s holding onto your hands too tight and then he knows that he is.

but you’re clutching back at him just as tightly as the music ends and everyone around you cheers. he feels the weight of a million pairs of eyes on him and yet still, he only has eyes for you. when you pull up from your curtsey and meet his eyes, he finds himself transfixed by your gaze so warm and soft and full of an unbridled happiness the likes of which he has never tasted himself.

but with you — he thinks he just might.

the mask affords him the brief veil of anonymity, but even with it, he can feel people’s eyes lingering, their heads turning for a second look, a third. he doesn’t have much time.

“elbert, that was so much fun!”

he allows himself a soft laugh as he pulls you into one of the many shaded promenades, pressing himself back into the thickly cut foliage. you stumble into his chest, letting out a squeak as you pull back but he lifts up a hand to stop you.

“please… let me have one more minute…” he says, and he feels you go still in his arms.

he threads his fingers through your spidersilk hair, letting the tangle carelessly against his skin. like this, he smells the soft, fresh fragrance of your bathing soap, and he leans in ever so slightly to take in another breath. your skin is warm and soft, your lashes a darkened frame to the night sky of your eyes.

“elbert…?”

he purses his lips. he lets you go.

“sorry… i just… wanted a moment…”

you smile, shaking your head. several strands of your hair get caught in his fingers and he has to force himself to let them go.

“i had… a really good time tonight, elbert… thanks for taking me here.”

you walk next to him as the pair of you exit the gardens, you tugging off your mask but he hesitates in taking off his own. he traces the edge with a delicate finger as you watch.

“if… it makes you feel better, you can keep it on while we walk back,” you say, letting your fingers lace behind your back.

elbert smiles as he nods, letting the silence stretch thin and smooth between you. in the distance, big ben tolls in midnight, and the pair of you make your leisurely way back to the castle beneath the full blood-moon. you exchange few words and even fewer glances, but elbert find himself willfully lingering half a step behind you just to watch the way your hair sways, to see the glint of moonlight in your eyes as you turn to grace him with a smile.

“thanks again for taking me out…”

elbert slips off his mask as the castle doors close behind you.

“i thought you might’ve wanted… a chance of pace…”

“yeah, it was really fun!”

you smile up at him, radiant and flushed with joy and he briefly wonders if this might be what ellis is always going on about — the happiest moment in a person’s life. seeing you smile like that, he wonders then if this is his.

at least, it would be a worthy candidate.

“good… we should… do it again sometime.”

you nod, enthusiasm pouring from you like milk from a spilling jug.

elbert licks his lips.

“yes! it’ll be a date!” you say.

he can only nod, letting the sound of your voice ring in his mind like the tolling of bells.

a date.

he wants, he wants, he wants.

“a date… yes, certainly, it will be… if that’s what you wish.”

he feels his heart stuttering his chest as you bob your head once more.

“yep, it’s a date then.”

he feels his lips tug into smile, tastes the familiar greed on this tongue.

he wants. he wants. he wants.

“it’s a date.”

[st4rrl1ghtwastaken]

Intro!! pls read before interacting

So umm. Hi everyone. You can call us Chiaroscuro, or Chia for short :) We collectively identify as nonbinary and bi-ace, but we each have our own genders and orientations. (Alters and emojis under the cut.)

We’re a fictive-heavy traumagenic OSDD system, overall syscourse neutral, but syscourse is not unwelcome because we like watching people fight. (/j but also…not.)

We’re bodily Asian and might post some Chinese stuff occasionally (this is mostly an English blog though)

We do art and write fanfics sometimes (here’s the normal ao3 and the ship writing ao3.)

We have RP blogs for Albedo and Wanderer in HSR and also for Jiaoqiu (both pre- and post-2.5) and Blade. We will also make one for Sunday when we have him in-game.

Friend of @kavzz @chaoticsnowflake-ao3 @catamaurrr-star and @gamingwithsydney :D

🌏pro-LGBTQ+, pro-Palestine, mihoyo-critical 🌏

‼️We have autism, anxiety, NPD and probably a lot of other stuff! This is not ‘bragging’ or anything of the sort, this is a list of things to consider if you interact with us‼️

Posts we’d pin if this wasn’t our intro: a hot take on HSR/Genshin gameplay, list of tumblr resources, art refs for drawing non-white characters, parallels between Sunday, Nahida and Wanderer (+additions from an awesome person), someone’s thingy about why March 7th has NPD, a post about living with NPD, a reminder about cluster B personality disorders, a writing trope i wanna do, something about freedom, something else about masking, help for writing

AND A VERY VERY IMPORTANT MESSAGE TO THOSE LIVING IN THE USA.

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No DNI list, but we will block you if we find out you are:

LGBTQ+phobe

ableist (including sanist)

misogynist (including transmisogynistic etc)

racist in any way

offending/pro-contact harmful paraphilia (MAP, zoophile, necrophile etc)

zionist/pro-Hamas

islamophobe/antisemitist

mihoyo apologist

fan of cc!Wilbur and cc!DTeam

kink/porn blog

generally not someone we’re chill with

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headmate tags:

vengeful god turned college student 🌀🪷 (icarus, he/him)

don’t mind me lol 🧹🫧 (misha, they/them)

teyvat’s greatest magician 🪄 (lyney, any pronouns)

everything’ll be ok 🏵️ (navia, she/her)

i’ll always be the final victor ♠️ (aventurine, he/they/it/xe)

reminder to take care of yourself 🌻 (beetle, they/xe/he)

paradisaea aka 🦜 (paradisaea/🦜/kav/kaveh, any pronouns)

every day is sunday 🦋 (sunday, xe/fae/they/it)

swamp cryptid elio 🦌 (elynas/elowen/elio, any pronouns)

wielding both pen and sword 🌧️ (xingqiu, he/she/they)

i promise i’m friendly ☀️ (bad, he/they)

blue hair and pronouns lol 🗡️ (blade, she/he)

hope is the thing with feathers 💜 (robin, any except he/him)

WHO’S PILOTING THE FLESH MECH?? (when we don’t know who’s fronting)

there will be more tags later on.

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content tags:

st4rrl1ght yaps: /silly stuff

zhenyu writes: writing stuff

calx sketches: art stuff

qingque plays: gameplay stuff

wolfe socialises: social interactions

icarus exists: /srs stuff

riri thinks: mental health stuff

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expect to see:

art

reblogged stuff

memes

mental health stuff

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what’s ok?

asking questions about our gameplay

rambling about HSR/Genshin lore in a long ask

asking questions (about the blog or the mods)

anons (or blogs in general) vibing in the inbox

mentioning us in fanart/reblogs/polls etc

mental health rants (excluding selfharm/suicide)

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what's not ok?

irl shit unless we're close (inclusing donation asks)

harassing us about our views

invasive questions

NSFW (this is a safe space for minors!)

kys/kms jokes

generally being mean to mods in a /srs way

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stuff we like:

Genshin Impact

HSR

art

music

cats!!

acting like we’re god /lh

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stuff we don’t like:

mihoyo (the company)

loud noises

bright lights

dogs sometimes :(

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st4rrl1ght yaps: /silly stuff

zhenyu writes: writing stuff

calx sketches: art stuff

qingque plays: gameplay stuff

wolfe socialises: social interactions

icarus exists: /srs stuff

riri thinks: mental health stuff

(that’s prob all, but might add more next time)