#mostly implied

[chwoppr-1]

Freaky

[mangyraccooon]

What about mihawk and Croc being besties? (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ💙

Mihawk is no longer allowed to bring wine or mention conspiracy theories at Cross guild meetings

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Lucifer: So tell me, where is our hot headed friend Adam?

Vaggie: He's up in his tower waiting for his short king to calm him down.

[dontronick]

I turned the “Gojover” joke into a Call-and-Response

[arahusk]

Day 1: Heart For HuskWeek2025.

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It's such a cruel joke, Husk would think to himself.

Not only to be cursed with a cat-like body for all of eternity, but to also have a cat-like body with hearts all over it. It wasn't just one or two placements over his fur. It was fucking everywhere, from the span of his wings, then down to his stupid paw pads.

And, of course, certain people couldn't stop talking about it.

"Ooo, are those little heart cushions still as soft as before?" Mimzy was swirling the glass he had just given her as she pointed at his hands. The whiskey wasn't from their most valued bottles, still fairly fresh, with no nuance to its flavor. Not like the woman would have been able to tell. "Take it from me. You should always make sure to take care of the merchandise."

Husk immediately pulled his hands away from the counter top, pointedly choosing a different part of the bar to clean. He pressed the dirty rag so hard against the surface, that he mildly scratched the wood grain. That would come out of his nonexistent salary at this dump of a bar that Alastor had put him in, just one of many in the Radio Demon's territories.

"That's not in my contract, so fuck off." The fact that Husk had to serve drinks to this so-called friend of Alastor's was bad enough. He was already getting headaches from past Mimzy experiences, namely when she'd go to this casino with no damn money in her purse.

"No, I'm serious!" Mimzy was laughing as she kicked her feet against her stool. She smiled with sharp teeth, looking hungrily at his waist, but only because she was probably trying to find his wallet. "Alastor's always been a cat person. Those paw pads are your one-way ticket to getting on his good side!"

"Yeah, no such side of him exists." Husk has seen enough of Alastor's sides; all frustrating, all terrifying. "Also these look so goddamn stupid, so don't even start."

He knew what people thought. Bottom of the barrel deadbeat with nothing to his name, nothing but these heart-marks that looked off-shape from his mussy fur.

He'd already lost count the number of ways Mimzy had tried to poke fun at him for it, but he'd grit his teeth and it would offend the outdated flapper. She downed her drink, then shook the ice cubes within like an annoying maraca. "That just shows you don't know him! Alastor always had a soft side for cutesy things like yourself."

"Don't fucking call me that."

"Come onnn, have you seriously never used these on dear old Al?" Mimzy narrowed her eyes at his hands, as if she could pierce through fur and bone to see that golden heart-shaped paw pad. "Besides, you should know what it means."

God, he shouldn't humor her, but her words were so damn cryptic. "The hell you talking about."

She finally moved her gaze to settle on his ear, where another heart shape was on, the red color so frustratingly bright. She even pointed at it, as if she was preparing to flick it. He'd slash off her smile first. "You're a heartbreaker."

A twitch over his eyebrow. Something bitter slid down his throat, like slow-dripping poison.

"And your tab's running too high." He swung the dirty bar rag over his shoulder, turning away from her. He extended his wings so that she would get the damn point. "Bar's closed."

"Hmph. And here I am, ready and waiting. Sometimes I can't understand Alastor's taste."

Even after she left, he couldn't escape his own reflection, a dozen faces of his looking back at him from a row of glass bottles. Always a heart mark wherever he laid eyes on, as if a trail was left.

If that was the first thing Alastor noticed about him, he wasn't any different from anyone else.

[perpetuallylatetothefandomparty]

Summary:

Keith Kogane is the only student wearing a hoodie in the middle of summer. There's a reason.

asdlkjfhaslkdfjhasf this is set pre-canon, when Keith's in foster care

[hyper-real-hedgehog]

and Jazz is so done with it "hey Maddie lets destroy the ghost, no Jack lets dissect the ghost, i know lets catch the ghost and rip him apart molecule by molecule"

Reality Trip keeps giving the vivisection fic writers fuel

[mangyraccooon]

Can you do Whitebeard reacting to Rocks's pregnancy

I think it would be absolutely hilarious if the man was freaking out over his captain being pregnant with his child.

…. I’m sorry

[serennes-art]

walking the crt to school on a rainy sunday afternoon

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Charlie: So wait, you're telling me that you've dated the Lead Exterminator of Heaven?

Lucifer: He wasn't the Lead Exterminator of Heaven when I dated him.

[eversea143]

"My last kin." You say, with something like a bittersweet victorious smile on your face.

If Death wasn't a skeleton lacking flesh or muscles or anything capable of expression, you're sure they would be either frowning at you in disgruntlement or reluctant respect. "You're a clever one, huh?"

You didn't say anything more, there wasn't much to say being honest. You're dead, which, yeah. A bit of a surprise, you kind of hoped you'd at least get to life to your eighties. Still, there was no mention of what the limits are, and you so do love finding loopholes. It's what had endeared you to your coworkers so quickly.

Death sighed, which is kind of weird considering he has neither lungs nor a need to breathe, but this isn't exactly reality so you ignore that in favor of the... window, is the best you'd call it, opening before you.

What you saw was beyond the wildest of dreams you could have ever hoped to imagine.

Firstly, they're not human. Not entirely. There's a resemblance, the stature and general shape. Humanoid. But the being standing before you isn't human.

Their skin is a splotched blue-yellow, the yellow more prominent near the extremities. Their face is slightly pinched, more angular, with strange frills acting like some kind of beard. They do have hair, a wild mane of brown streaked with haphazerd light-blue. It's wet, as if they only recently popped out of the shower.

The clothes they're wearing is a blend between what the ancient greeks wore (a toga?) and some type of sleek dress shirt. The pants stop near the calves, allowing the extra joined legs freedom of motion. Scales take the place of the protective layer. The toes are large, only four, and webbed considerably.

The being reached out with hands that are also webbed, sporting a stunning eleven thin fingers each. Their palms are very wide in order to fit so many digits.

"Alright?" They asked, and that's when you realize the format you're seeing them. The humanoid seems to be adjusting the camera of whatever footage you're seeing. Another voice speaks up, but it's like a guttural blend of non-words and articulate sounds. Whatever powers are allowing this must be translating your last kin's words so you can hear them.

The humanoid nodded at whoever is out of shot and then focused on the camera.

"This is Ska-fultar Rechtin Don'm" The name is a definite mouthful, but your last name is Rechtin, so there's no mistaking this is your kin, despite the clear differences. "recording what's likely going to be my last moments. It's... it's been a wild ride."

Ska-fultar stepped back, and that's when you notice what is in the background.

It's hard to tell because of the red sky (red!) but that can't be anything else but a black hole. There also seem to be structures around the stellar body, and you think there are a few outlines of other planets at the edges of the recording.

"Akilla-4B is nearing the end of its lifespan" Ska-fultar continued, snapping your attention away from the incredible view. "and there won't be a lot of power left to continue lighting up the skies once it's gone. There's no where else for us to go, the last star died out several million galactic cycles ago. The Last Council of Humanoid Descendants essentially put it up to a vote, and, well..."

They sighed, rubbing their neck, which you now realize has gills.

"It wasn't really much of a vote as it was unamous. There were a couple of outcries, of course, but what else is new? We have nowhere to go, no more planets to exploit or places to live. The universe, it's..."

They looked at the camera just so that their eyes reach yours. There's no sign that they know or see you, but it roots you to the spot.

It's the gaze of someone who knows how their story will end.

"It's dead. A few places might still keep going long after we're gone, but what for? There's no else around, if there are we're too far apart to tell. There hasn't been a sighting of Neros-65j in thousands of cycles, who knows if it or the Falcon Alliance is still there."

They huffed and clasped their too-many-digited hands.

"So I'm making this final recording and sending it out into the Abyss. I'm not alone, the idea picked up speed after the first hundred who did and posted it on the Net for good luck. Still, it's... depressing."

Sha-fultar looked away, then perked up and stepped out of view for a bit before returning with a sight that shocks you down to your core.

"I'm not alone" They motioned at the stunning being holding their hand, though it's a bit hard to tell considering this new... being, is made up entirely out of what seems to be some sort of viscous gas. "I have my beloved, Gaéc'ta, with me. We're going to be spending our final days together. My blood-brother said he might join us with the kids at some point, so we also have that to look forwards to."

Gaéc'ta said something, there's no other way the structured whispy sounds of wind and popping gas is just natural sound. Of course you don't understand, which is a true shame, but whatever the gaseous being said made Sha-fultar laugh.

"Yes, having the second-adjecent relatives around is going to be entertaining. I can already picture all the misschief they'll be causing. I'm pretty sure Torrent will bring his mates with, no way are those three going to be spending their last days apart."

Gaéc'ta said something else, the approximation of what must be a head dipping to tickle their beloved's frill-beard. Sha-fultar sighed softly, but with a soft and tender smile.

"I love you too." They assured with a love you know well, it's how you would say those special words to your own wife.

Whatever else both might have said is cut off by a tone echoing through the air. Both perk up and glance somewhere off screen, that first voice you'd heard proclaiming something rapidly.

"The countdown started." Sha-fultar noted ominously, and you can just catch movement in the sky behind him. The structures around the black hole are shifting positions.

"I guess this is it." Gaéc'ta whispered something whispy and the humanoid nodded. "Right, at least we did. I don't regret any of it."

"What comes after this is up to anyone to guess." Sha-fultar cracked a sad grin. "You know, I remember learning about this old system of belief during history reviews. It's from, geeze, all the way back during Old Earth times. I don't remember the religion's name, but according to it there's this place after death. No one's ever confirmed if such a place exists, but," They shrugged. "No point in trying now. Who knows, maybe there is."

A voice sounded in the air, and even though you don't understand it there's no mistaking the tone. A countdown.

"Almost time."

Sha-fultar Rechtin Don'm, the last of your kin, faced the camere and once again met your gaze by pure happenstance. Yet you don't feel like that's true. You want to believe, just for a moment, that they can see you. That they can see the pride you feel at knowing your lineage survived for so long. Witnesses to the dying throes of the universe.

"I just want to say, to whoever sees this, if someone ever will" They smile a brilliant, life-endured smile that's all inhuman sharp teeth but full of thousands of unspoken emotions. "we were here, we lived, we endured, we saw it through to the end."

"Thank you, to those of the past, for giving us the chance to life our lives to the fullest. I love you, everyone who's here with me. And I salute you, whoever in the future sees this recording. Goodbye."

Behind the happy and unique couple, the black hole suddenly sparked to life with an array of colors so blinding that you have to look away. The last image burned into your eyes is that of the pair, one smiling and the other more than likely doing their equivalent, joined hand in semi-tangible hand, not a single regret in sight.

Then the screen went snowy from loss of signal.

...

You stare at the screen for god knows how long, a feeling in your gut that you can't identify. It's something along the lines of mourning, but a kind mixed with pride and adoration.

Eventually you pry your eyes off the window and turn towards where Death is standing at your side. You hadn't even realized it moved spots.

"Thank you." You say, because there's nothing else to say. You were given a privilege; it's sad to think you may very well be the only one to see that, but there's no other possibility. You wouldn't know who would be able to see that. Not after the universe's demise.

Death motioned towards a doorway you hadn't noticed before. You look at it, then peer over your shoulder at the screen.

You walk into the glowing portal, not looking back again.

'If I get to see you, Sha-fultar, I will tell you what I feel.'

You looked through the glow as it engulfed you, and you're certain a familiar shape is waiting on the other side.

'I'm proud you lived your life to the fullest.'

“Yes, you are in fact, dead. I know this can be hard to hear.” Death said with a compassionate smile “I can’t "help” you, but I like to offer one thing. Your last. I will show you your last. What would you like to see? Your last kiss? Your last talk with your mom? The last hug from your son?“

[mahikoto]

from soriku week 2020, a false memory

[pastellguts]

Wade cannot handle all that

[charlietheepicwriter7]

The Joker was apprehended, sitting on the ground as Batman guarded him, but the kid--"Bruce Wayne's newest ward, how tragic! Hehehe!"--was nowhere to be found. Nightwing and Red Hood desperate searched the warehouse until a shuffling noise grabbed their attention.

A kid, black haired just like the kid in the Joker's broadcast, crawling out of a pile of boxes. "Is it over?" the boy asked quietly.

Nightwing guided him to the only exit, unfortunately walking past the boy's own kidnapper. "Yeah, kid. It's over. Come on-"

Like a shot, the boy rushed the Joker and kicked him right in the balls.

The Joker wheezed like a dying squeaky toy. Red Hood froze. Nightwing immediately snatched the boy up by the armpits, but all that did was give the boy the height to attack again, punting Joker in the jaw. The clown went down and cracked his head on the floor. He did not get back up.

There was a moment of silence before Red Hood roared with laughter, his helmet distorting the sound.

[thedivinetexts]

OF/sex worker reader who faked moans in content x loyal fan Ghost who's discovering this for the first time ? (afab but gender neutral y/n)

When he finally, finally, after months of steady support from afar — it had taken a while, in between missions, for him to really track you down — has you to himself, he thinks he's doing something wrong.

He's got you pulled flush against him, front to back, with your legs spread so he can touch that pretty cunt. He's barely even touched you so far. Not that anyone'd be able to tell, feeling how wet you are for him, he thinks. But he's barely started and you're already making these noises.

Ghost has been watching your content as often as possible since he found it months ago. He knows what you sound like — or at least he thought he did. Instead of the loud, confident moans that he is rapidly realizing sounded a little fake, he's hearing whimpering, gasping moans slip from your lips. They spill out like you almost can't help it.

"Sweetheart," Ghost rumbles. He presses his lips close to your ear so you have no choice but hear him. All the collabs he was forced to sit through while imagining himself in your partners' places flits through his mind. You never sounded like this. "Did none o' them make you feel good, love?"

You suddenly go a little quiet. Were probably hoping he wouldn't call you out on it, huh? That won't do, though. Ghost roughly circles your clit with the pads of his fingers until you can't help but whine under his attention, and then he asks again. He's certain of your answer even before you nod, head jerking as you twitch under his fingers.

"Poor thing," he rumbles into your ear, voice low. "Don't worry, sweetheart, we got all night. I'll take care of ya."

[asksonicverse]

alright lets address the elephant in the room… what do you remember last before being teleported into the white void and establish each of your relationship statuses (single, searching, it’s complicated, dating, married, divorced, etc.)

Well! Here’s your answer! When things are addressed to “all” I’m mostly just going to have my faves answer ;D

Now that it’s late at night… time for me to sleep!

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