#oracle mention

[hlreesespeanutbuttercups]

The price of not being tidy

That is a terrible, horrible, incredibly foolish idea. Let’s do it and see what happens (Prompt)

Pairing: Stephanie Brown x f!reader

Synopsis: Journalist reader and the Bats try to come up with a plan for breaking into warehouse storage unit (currently hired by a kids party bc this is Gotham and People Do Not Care).

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: none

A/N: I literally just wrote this and put it straight on here so if there are any mistakes please let me know!

border is by @enchanthings-a !

“What if you guys just dressed up as like, Disney characters or something?”

Silence.

“Or like, parents with a kid? If there’s a kid’s party happening then like… I mean, it seems a good idea?”

Your voice trails off. Four pairs of terrifyingly blank white lenses stare you down as you do your best not to shift awkwardly under the heat of their gazes. You’ve not felt this self-conscious of yourself since high school, which is ridiculous. It’s not even a bad idea and you know it. So why are they still staring at you like you’ve suggested they burn down a convent?? You’re pretty sure you can even feel the pensive stare of Oracle from half a city away.

“Yeah…That’s… yeah ah I don’t know…”

“Not happening.”

“Well…”

“Yeah you know I don’t think that…”

“It’s on parr with the kind of ideas Drake comes up with.”

“Bitch?”

You don’t even know why you’re there to be honest. You’re a journalist, and a respected one at that. Realistically there had been no reason for you to share your intel, especially not when you knew the bats had their own stakes and objectives in this, stakes and objectives that could easily cost you your story. You could have been in and out, a quick undercover operation that was all too familiar to you.

There had been one glaring problem; also known as your girlfriend. As soon as you’d promised her to let her in on any cases involving gang activity you could feel yourself regretting your decision, and now here you were. God you should have just lied, why didn’t you lie??

Earlier that day you’d been battling your blender (unsuccessfully), so wrapped up in trying to disembowel the damn thing without getting your hand blended that you’d barely even noticed the presence of your lovely girlfriend. Steph had emerged at the vocal sounds of your distress, her head poking through the doorway of your shared bedroom as she blearily took in the scene. Sensing no immediate threat (thankfully for you, because she was in no state to be much use against an attacker) she’d begun to cross over to where you were nearly in tears from frustration. The chaotic mess on the table had stopped her in her tracks. 

Finally, at long last the stupid thing whirred into life as you sagged in relief into the counter before turning around to grab the fruit from the fridge. You were frozen however, by the sight of Steph rifling through the papers you knew should have cleared away, goddamnit. 

In that mess of shipping records and witness testimonies was the definitive proof that something absolutely no one wanted in Gotham had recently been shipped to a warehouse in the west dock. It didn’t take a genius (which your girlfriend was) or anything less than a five second scan of these papers (which she’d done) that this was the work of a gang hoping for more control. The gang you’d been researching for the past week. Without Steph knowing. The sigh had left you before you could stop it.

It hadn’t led to the blazing argument you’d been fearing, but that didn’t mean that she wasn’t pissed as hell at you. And whilst she was letting you and all your elderly neighbours know exactly how pissed she was, you’d stayed silent. She was right to be annoyed but in your defence you knew exactly how delicate this was- one wrong move would alert every member of this gang and they’d disappear (their new weapon with them), but probably not before putting a bullet in your head. 

This was not talk Steph understood; she was a vigilante, and as such had her own priorities, her own patrols. She wouldn’t be there every second of the day to babysit you until your enemies either gave up or forgot about you, but of course this was a hard pill for her to swallow. You couldn’t hold it against her, but you also had to be realistic.

Half an hour later saw you finally cave, deciding to simply give up all your research. Technically she’d have forced her way into it regardless but that wasn’t the point. The point was you were being cooperative. Your head had been leant back against the back of the couch in defeat, but what she said next had your head whip up to look her in the eyes with so much force something strained in your neck.

“What.”

“You know you’re not the only person who’s been interested in them recently, right? Tim’s had his eye on this gang for about a month now”, Steph continued on like you weren’t seeing your stealth operation go up in flames in real time, “You know he’s going to insist on coming along. Plus Dick is home from Bludhaven, and Damian has only just been cleared for action again. There’s literally no way he’s sitting this one out.”

“You’re not serious. Steph this has to be undercover, they’ll see you all coming from a mile away but if I go in alone-“

“Absolutely not, and also, I’m sorry but you do remember we are like, actual vigilantes right? Like, we are literally known for stealth more than anyone else. Ever.”

Her voice had taken on an incredulous tone, and see you get it, but like also you know them. There is literally no way your story is making it, god you’re so fucked. Your boss is going to kill you, you are so getting fired-

“Listen” her voice was softer now. Clearly your horror at the situation hadn’t gone unnoticed as Steph came over to sit next to you on the couch. She took your hands in hers, and you faintly registered the scent of your favourite body lotion radiating off her (god, she was such a thief, you knew she’d been stealing it), “I can’t see you get hurt, and at least this way I can feel certain you won’t. I’ll even help you convince them not to go in guns blazing, just… can you trust me?”

Steph’s eyes were always expressive; crinkled up in laughter, sharp with focus, hard with anger. Right now her gaze was unwavering, deep blue eyes searching for confirmation that you did, that you trusted her, that you would follow her into a burning building if she asked you to because you would. 

“I… Steph you know I can. I do, I just,” you sigh ,”I just wish there was a way I could guarantee this will go well. And the more people you add to the mix the more variables there are that I can’t control.”

You both sink back against the sofa, letting your legs entertwine and her head fall softly onto your shoulder. It’s as close to an apology as either of you will get. She doesn’t answer. She knows there’s no real rebuttal to that, knows better than anyone that trying to put limits on her family is futile. You sigh, and you let a smile ghost over your lips as she does the same seconds later. Tonight is going to suck.

All of that has led you to this, standing to one side as a game of ’no you’re worse’ escalates with every sentence. This is probably the most worked up you’ve ever seen Red Robin get, you think to yourself idly. You’ve never really spent much time with him in fairness. While he seems like a likeable guy, you’ve yet to get over the awkwardness of dating his ex, not to mention how busy he always seems to be. Truly he doesn’t seem to have an off button, so this typical sibling bickering is almost humanising for you. 

“My plan to get us into Nanda Parbat was perfectly viable! You’re the one who nearly caused it to fall apart all because you couldn’t act the part-“

“That is such bullshit, me acting as your prisoner would never have worked, you just wanted en excuse to hold me at knifepoint-“

Throughout all this, Spoiler was stood next to you, uncharacteristically silent. You were just about to nudge her to check in but before you could she finally spoke up.

“What if… I mean what if we actually did? Like, just go undercover as guests.”

Silence once again. This time not directed at you, which is nice. Steph continues undeterred.

“Just think about, it’ll be more of a hassle to go undercover but if we do it right, we can figure out the layout ahead of time and scope out any guards. It’s not ideal but this way I get a happy girlfriend with a story for her boss, and we probably won’t get shot at. I know Alfred at least would prefer he didn’t have to stitch us up again so soon after the last incident.”

You have to stifle a snort at that. Bringing in Alfred is a low blow, but an effective one. And the others do seem to be considering it. At the very least the bickering has paused while all parties involved mull it over.

“We’d have to figure out the guest list. Find out who we can pose as…” Dick trails off before his head snaps over to Damian who immediately bristles.

“No.”

“You know the kid, he’s in your year, no? You didn’t get an invite or anything like that?” He presses.

“I did. But I have no intention of going. Besides, I can be of more use with the weapon.”

Don’t make me be social, was what you could hear between the lines. He really was just a teenager, you noted with some amusement. It was so easy to forget sometimes.

“You’re our only real shot at getting in right now. Spoiler’s right- if we can do this without a fight then it’s worth a go. I can go in with Robin as his brother, but we need to get as many people in without it being suspicious.” With this, Dick tilted his head toward Steph almost like he was asking permission, “Red Robin can stay on the outside and run surveillance.”

At this she seemed to realise something, and Steph’s head twisted sharply to look at Nightwing properly. 

“What? Bro you are not stealing my girlfriend, why can’t I go in with the kid?”

Nightwing held a hand up in placation.

“Listen, I’m the only one officially associated with Damian Wayne. No one’s gonna question me if I show up with my girlfriend to chaperone him, but if you do…” 

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Agh fine, but you’d better keep it friendly, got it?” she levelled him with a threatening glare and wrapped a possessive hand around your waist, earning a light smack on the arm from you. Steph could be ridiculous sometimes, but both of you knew that there was no chance of Dick making you uncomfortable. Out of all the bats, he was (barring Barbara) the one you’d talked to most, and he was one of the most easy people to get along with you’d ever known. It was almost freaky how well Dick seemed to gel with just about any person he met. Hopefully it was skill that could come in handy tonight.

There was a brief pause as everyone took in the plan, but you noticed that one name had been left out in all this.

“So… if you, Robin and I are heading in, and red robin is outside running surveillance, where’s Spoiler gonna be?” You asked curiously.

As soon as the words were out of your mouth, a shit-eating grin started to make it’s way onto Dick’s face. You felt Steph stiffen behind you as she took in his expression and all the doom it spelled out for her. 

“All parties need entertainment. And I heard something about a magician making an appearance at this one.”

“Asshole. I can’t even do magic, what the hell am I meant to do? Pull a bunch of scarves out of a hat? I don’t even have a top hat you dick.” She hissed, “I can’t be anything else? A waiter? Literally anything else?”

“Oh I don’t know, I think I want to see you pull a rabbit out a hat”, you snicker, tracing little patterns on her arm as you turn your head just enough to give her an sly look over your shoulder, “I think it could be sexy, get you a Zatanna costume or something.”

You hear a few huffs of amusement, and you feel more than hear the scoff Steph lets out which vibrates on your back from where she’s still pressed up against you. 

“Please, if I’m pulling a Zatanna, I’ll get the real thing. I think I’d pull it off, don’t you?” Her voice is right next to your ear, a low tone that you find ridiculously attractive, actually. She knows it as well, the tease. 

A loud clap brings you both back to the present and you’re reminded that you two are very much not alone. And that your girlfriend’s ex is stood like two metres away. Dear god, if your cheeks hadn’t been flushed before from her teasing they were on fire now.

“It’s sorted then, Red is on surveillance. Robin, our lovely journalist and I will attend the party as guests, and Spoiler has exactly… three hours and twenty-six minutes to come up with something spectacular to dazzle Gotham’s elite.” 

You hadn’t pinned Dick as someone particularly vindictive, but based off the glee that seemed to radiate off him at Stephanie’s plight, you’d clearly misjudged. You suppose nothing brings out typical sibling energy quite like an undercover stealth mission. 

Steph clearly didn’t appreciate the countdown. Nightwing was narrowly able to dodge a canister of, did that say shark deterrent on it??, before Tim stirred next to him, his tone dry.

“This is honestly a terrible, awful, incredibly stupid idea. Let’s do it, I want to see what happens.”

“I too am eager to watch Spoiler make a fool of herself. I’m sure it will make up for having to pretend to enjoy myself.”

If Nightwing was taken aback by Damian agreeing with Tim (something you’d been told was about as rare as a blood moon) it didn’t show.

“Right then, we meet back here at six. The party will already be underway when we arrive, making it easier to go unnoticed. Red Robin should have no problem with that, but I’ll make sure to pass on the message to Robin. Make sure he doesn’t try sneaking in a carpet bomb or something.”

You visibly start at the new lack of vigilantes in front of you. When the hell had they even left? You’d put a bell on them if you thought it would actually do anything but somehow you got the idea any bell on them wouldn’t ring unless they wanted it to. Fucking vigilantes. Your mind finally finishes catching up and all your thoughts ground to a stop, too stuck on the words carpet bomb to come up with a response. Was that just a bad attempt at humour? Had that been a problem before?? 

“Well, I’ll be going too if there’s nothing else. It looks like I’m gonna have to break out something formal.” At this Dick pulled a face, eliciting a vague noise of disgust from Steph.

“You’re not the one who’ll be suffering tonight, dickhead.”

The grin that spread across Nightwing’s face at her name-calling made him look almost boyish. He gracefully bent to pick up the can that had been so lovingly lobbed at his head and lightly tossed it to you, before throwing you a teasing wink and turning to disappear out the window on silent feet.

For a second the only noise was the creaking of old floor boards and the faint wail of a police siren.

“So… any ideas for the magi-“

“Ughhhhhhhhhh.”

A/N: if you got this far i hope you enjoyed, again if anyone has any feedback it's all appreciated! I'll be uploading this to my AO3 as well under the same name!

[caffeinatedvigilantewriter]

So Dani has gotten captured by the GIW, and got reverted to her chronological age (7, she was 19 when she was captured. Team phantom was attending collage and couldn’t get to her in time)

Luckily, Bruce Wayne, training to be Batman, breaks into the Base and rescues her.

He invites her to joins him while traveling and she accepts. But, after a while Bruce heads back to Gotham and they part way. (Dani was 8). Dani was the kid he never had.

Dani visits whenever Bruce’s kids are all away, so she’s never meet them. And Bruce forgets to mention the fact that they all have an older sister (Bruce is her emergency guardian)

There are multiple ways the batkids can find out about Dani

“Bruce? I found your old video logs from when you trained to be Batman, and who’s the kid you’re with?”

“Oh that your sister. She’s dead”

———————

“All in favor for Phantasm the ghost girl to join the JLD?!”

“Superman, I thought I said that none of my kids will be joking the Justice League while I’m still alive.”

“She’s your kid? But she dead!”

———————

“BRUCE! I thought you said you were in Paris for a mission with a partner?”

“I was.”

“Then why is there a photo of you in a cafe with a women three years older than Dick?!”

“She was my partner.”

“Who is she?”

“She’s your sister, Duke.”

———————

“Oh no!? How do we defeat big bad ghost baddie?!?”

“Hn. I will call in an expert.”

“Batman, you know someone who is an expert with ghosts? Who is she?”

“My daughter.”

“Black Bat?”

“No, my other daughter.”

“Spoiler?”

“No. My oldest daughter.”

“Oracle?”

“No.”

“What other daughter do you have?”

“Dani. She’s dead.”

[sforzesco]

the general concept for this was: it belongs to an oracle deck (non existent, this came out of a dream I had awhile back) where the illustrations are all romans and they all straight up tell you that everything is doomed to failure no matter what you pull lol

also this is quintus arrius

[shurisneakers]

marvel said NO explanation for bucky congressman, NO look into hydra past, MINIMAL dialogue, DISAPPEARS into the background, BROAD chest, FUCK ASS bob, DESTROY sambucky rights BUT! he will look like a prince at the end. and he has depressed friends

[garpen]

Dick's Type: Red Heads

Koriand'r , Barbara Gordon, Raya Vestri, and Cheyenne Freemont

Tim's Type: Blondes

Bernard Dowd, Stephanie Brown, Cassie Sandsmark, and Greta Hayes

The boys know what they like.

[batnotes]

Cry for Blood #5 (Rucka/Burchett)

[khajiit-reads]

Starting with a New Guide Tarot Spread

(I'm going to re-type all the questions under the cut in case anybody needs it for whatever reasons, I know they're kinda small on the image and the image description is not for it).

This is my main megaspread! I use it for when I'm, as it says, starting with a new guide -- but also when I'm checking back in after a year or so with old guides I feel need it (though I sometimes harvest some questions and not do it all).

I know it's long, but I hope at least one person likes it.

As with all my spreads, feel free to edit them to your liking, but if you re-post them or post your edits, please link back to this blog. Thank you! Happy reading!

Pull either all at once, in chunks, or one at a time, returning cards to the deck, for the last two depending on preference.

01 . Signifier Card 02 . Traits (1 / 2 / 3) 03 . Associations 04 . A story including them 05 . Personality description 06 . Kind of relationship they want

07 . What are the main things you wish to work on with me? 08 . ^ How do you suggest I work on these? 09 . What are your long term goals with me? 10 . ^ How do you suggest I begin to work toward these? 11 . What is your main aim for working together? (ex. improvement, learning, etc) 12 . What is something you want to warn me about? 13 . What is something you’re wanting me to encourage? 14 . What is something I need to learn? 15 . What are some positive traits of mine you want me to enforce? 16 . What are some negative traits of mine you want me to improve? 17 . What kind of person do you think I am? 18 . How do I stand to develop from your help?

19 . How would you typically describe yourself? 20 . What would you say your strengths are? 21 . What would you say your weaknesses are? 22 . How can I best honor you? 23 . How can I best notice you when you are present? 24 . How can I be more open to your messages? 25 . How can I deepen our connection? 26 . A main message, encouragement, and advice they wish to leave me with. (Draw one card each.)

[weepingtalecowboy]

Legend has the bun instincts (that isn’t good)

@livmightlive (sorry but this didn’t fit in the comment lol )

Fanfic prompt: I love the idea of legend and twilight having instincts from their animal forms

The dark form is a literal representation of the person where the twilight curse just happened to make link a wolf because of the triforce and not a spirit as it did with the npcs

But I couldn’t help myself because it made me think just how bad can their instincts get

I think it is mostly just the symbolism of a cannibalistic rabbit

The rabbit is often seen as a symbol of innocence and people find them cute and consider them tiny lil fluffs

But rabbits are genuinely nasty pieces of shit and well known for cannibalism and mutilating each other (eating each other’s kits ,chopping off dicks , or ripping off ears, a rabbit paw has completely different meaning in this one)

And I just want to say… a rabbit is a very dangerous and very scary animal if it was a person with the skills of one)

If we talk instincts it would be more realistic if legend was a crazy violence driven maniac because rabbits instinctively want to hurt each other

As they are very territorial the rabbit will often be aggressive towards the rest of the fluffle (and he is a hylian, so what does it mean for the chain)

(it is an evolutionary trait that presumably evolved because rabbits compete for food often and the aggressive behavior would make the competition more likely to perish)

Rabbit teeth can easily bite off fingers and rip out chunks of meat from your body as they are very sharp in one place like scissors

A stressed rabbit is a danger (and legend is always stressed so there is that) as it increases their chances of survival

Further more canonically legend murdered at least ten of his uncle’s friends (the boss fights are mandatory you need the items)

And probably at least a dozen knights (I once killed over 348 because they keep respawning and I was actively hunting those lil guys)

All of them who were sons and relatives, fathers and loved by someone

While it was a fight for survival he knew they all were just innocent men trying to protect the kingdom being simply cursed not in control of their actions

But as it came to his or their life he choose himself above all others (like the rabbit he is)

Even people he knew since he was little he killed when they posed a threat

If we use blind it gets even scarier because blind is a boss that takes the appearance of the one you love the most

Yet link killed his uncle's appearance while it begged and pleaded that he would stop (that fight in four sword palace is mental)

He killed the owner of the four sword afterwards as well

His wish was to undo the damage that ganon caused …,

But would that wish include the men dead by his hand ?

Or do hundreds of men stayed dead by his hands

I like to think that legend doesn’t regret his own continued existence

Perhaps if he could have the chance to redo his actions he would do so again if necessary

Legend the type of guy who you want to keep fed or risk getting cannibalized (the only and last time that the chain made that mistake)

When he was teasing wars the knight should have been glad that legend wasn’t Pulling out a fucking gun (which he canonically has since the oracle adventures)

Even if it ain’t personal it’s just survival instinct

[createandchaos]

currently reading the iliad again and also reread sections of camp half-blood confidential and part of the the hidden oracle and it hit me that these four were likely campers at the same time before the trojan war happened and thus this mini reference sheet was born.

no but imagine your fuckass peers you probably had beef with when you were younger and probably thought "i'm never seeing those bitches again" and then a ten year long war where you're on opposing sides happens and the gods are heavily involved, including the one that brought you to/established camp in the first place.

[whispereons]

Oracle!Reader Part 20

Masterlist - Part 1, Part 19, Part 21

1K special

Warning! This is yandere, sagau imposter au so expect lots of gore in the series. This chapter is tame in comparison to the others.

The moon glimmers in the starlit sky as a hand brushes against your newly scarred skin. Eyelashes fluttering, your vision begins to focus on the plain ceiling above you. 

A coarse groan leaves your cracked lips as you flinch from the sudden pressure on your stomach. The hand quickly retreats as a pale green blob comes into view.

"...are…eeling?" The voice is barely picked up as your ears ring. Squinting your eyes, you swallow the dried saliva tasting faintly of blood.

"W-Who?" The word is coughed out as your throat struggles to form the words. Before you can ask for water, a cup is brought to your lips. The cold water brings sweet relief to your parched body.

Your senses begin to sharpen and clarity is brought back to your vision. Baizhu stands next to your bed helping you drink from the cup, though Changsheng isn't wrapped around his neck like she normally would be.

The water runs out and he draws the cup away. "How are you feeling? Your body is technically healed of its major injuries but it's still trying to adjust. The pain will continue to persist for a long while."

"I feel better than before." The reply is automatic as your hand twitches in an effort to move your muscles. The recollection of what had even brought you to Baizhu's care is a slow trickle as you process his words.

Shenhe, Yelan, the treasure hoarders, the fall and Qiqi are slotted into your memory like perfect puzzle pieces. The small pitter-patter of footsteps coming closer to you and the sound of metal being set down goes unheard by you as you focus on sitting up.

Soreness and exhaustion are impossibly heavy weights as you struggle to lift your body a few inches away from the mattress. Gentle hands support your body, along with much smaller ones on your other side. 

"Thank you…" Your words are choked out between your bitten lips as a dull ache plagues your body. Clenching the blanket in your fists, you sigh in relief as a cold compress is applied to your bare back.

Wait, your bare back?

The strangeness is not lost on you as you look down at yourself. A thin hospital-like gown is all that you seem to be wearing with the blanket pooled around your waist. It takes a second for you to properly process what this means for you before you’re frantically reaching up to your face.

“No need to fret, your mask was left untouched during the treatment.”

It seems to be the truth, as your fingertips are met with cool porcelain and flaking blood. Not to mention the casual way Baizhu is speaking to you and the lack of Millelith guards swarming you.

Licking your chapped lips, you eventually arrive at the question: where do you go now? Ningguang would surely kill you if she finds out you’re still alive. Zhongli is still expecting an answer, god knows what Yelan would do and Shenhe is a wild card-

The thoughts racing in your mind are abruptly cut off as a metal tray is plopped onto your lap. A warm bowl of soup and yogurt with a soft pastel color greeted you. The refilled cup of water placed on your bedside is ignored as your mouth waters at the sight of the meal.

“Clear chicken carrot soup and fruit-flavored yogurt.” A child-like, monotonous voice comments with a deeper melodic voice following up. “I would have had food suited to your taste, but you hadn’t awoken until now. Are you allergic to anything?”

“Nope.” You replied by popping the ‘p’ before pulling the tray closer and picking up the utensils. Allergies didn’t concern your ravenous mind, as your dormant stomach awakened painfully at the smell of food. Who knows, maybe your creator buff will also prevent any allergic reactions.

An upside to being the creator was something you desperately needed after the saga of pure bullshit you’ve been through.

Baizhu gently directs Qiqi out of the room after instructing her a message you couldn’t bother to hear as you gulp down the food. When he returns, he sits next to you as the moonlight shines down from the window.

“Let me explain your previous and current state while you eat. Qiqi brought you in with multiple minor injuries, a few stab wounds, head trauma, elemental damage, with fractured and broken bones. That’s not even mentioning the severe blood loss and infections beginning to manifest on your poorly healed past injuries.” Each description is like a stab to the heart, with the visualization of your passed out body arriving to Baizhu on death's doorstep crystal clear.

“Thankfully your body reacted well with my elemental healing so the life-threatening wounds were healed, without infections, and your critical condition was toned down. That doesn’t mean you’re out of the woods yet.”

The soup and yogurt is picked clean, leading you to gulp down the water next. Looking at him, you open your mouth to ask for more food when he cuts you off firmly. “Don’t bother asking for food, the arrows didn’t hit your lungs or heart, but your abdominal organs weren’t spared. You’ll be stuck with light meals until I’m positive it’s safe.”

Resisting a scoff, you ask him. “So what’s my current condition? Will I have to stay here overnight? Hold on, can I even afford that? How much did this treatment even cost?!”

“Please calm down, Y/N.” 

“How did you-”

“Your name was etched onto the bag that Qiqi brought along. As for payment, there’s no need to worry. You had a rather generous benefactor that has given us more then enough mora to cover your total cost in every possible scenario.”

That was suspicious beyond belief, but you didn’t have a reason not to believe Baizhu either. Baizhu would have healed you even without payment, but not being in debt was ideal. 

This benefactor either wants something from you, wants to kill you themselves, or knows you personally. 

A few people come to mind that could fit your suspicions but with so little knowledge you couldn’t confirm anything. Instead, you asked. “Isn’t doctor-patient confidentiality a thing? Did they leave any message for me?”

If Baizhu was surprised, then he hid it well. “She knew your name and appearance, though I never confirmed that you were here. She simply left the money and a verbal message asking you to have dinner with her tomorrow at 1800 in Xinyue Kiosk. But please be aware that I’m not forcing this, whether you would like me to refund the money so you can avoid interacting with her or not is completely up to you.”

Shaking your head, you declined it. “I’ll go. Since everything is paid for by her, does that also include any medicine I have to take for whatever current injuries I still have?”

“That’s right. I’m mostly prescribing supplements for the blood loss and fluid imbalance. Some are for the bones that broke, even repaired they might cause problems, so calcium intake is also important. A simple drug for your immune system, as your body's defenses are relatively low from the wounds. As well as per needed fever and pain medications.”

… You didn’t want to imagine the cost of those medications, let alone the treatment. A dinner in the most expensive restaurant in Liyue within the city with an unknown woman isn't that bad. 

You've met people in worst locations and survived this long.

Pushing back the lingering worry, you focused on Baizhu’s explanation over what condition your body is in, what time to take the medicine and any other problems that could arise. It was boring, but you weren’t looking to get sick from your own stupidity.

The conversation had gone as you expected for a while until he brought up a strange topic. Flipping through a few papers, Baizhu steered the topic onto your- “Scars. Many of what you suffered from will leave new scars on your body. It’s the old scars that were peculiar.”

Knowing your luck, your scars must also be known to them. But you weren’t going to bring it up if he didn’t.

“They are imbued and cultivated with a power that is strikingly familiar, yet foreign. It actually perfectly correlates with my researched point of interest. I wanted to ask your permission on getting a sample of it before your discharge.”

That was a risky request. Your face stayed neutral as you thought to yourself. The consequences could be minor, but what if it became another situation of an accidental connection to the Creator again?

Looking back at the smiling snaked eye man, you opened your mouth to respond when he suddenly gave the fakest gasp.

“I almost forgot to mention that your old scar formations are the exact locations of the Creator’s real scars! This along with everything else I’ve seen is almost enough for me to report this to the Mille-”

“For fuck's sake just take it.” You could be excused for not playing mind games this time, being nearly dead should be enough reason for a day off. 

“I want some form of compensation, though!” Being stupidly tired is a different matter then being just plain stupid.

“That’s not a problem. I’ll most likely take the sample sometime tomorrow before your discharge. So please, tell me what you have in mind by noon tomorrow so I can fetch it in time.”

In hindsight, it wasn’t surprising that Baizhu would ask this of you. Your body has clearly undergone some changes as you lived in Teyvat and Baizhu is dead set on finding a way to be immortal. 

There was a time you had wondered if you might be immortal due to being the creator, so maybe Baizhu can figure it out with your sample.

“The last thing I want to address before you rest is-” Baizhu is cut off by a knock on the door. He glances at you, asking permission to open the door with his eyes before you nod firmly. Qiqi walked in earlier without knocking, so maybe it’s a visitor? But considering how late it is, maybe you were wrong…

“Come in Qiqi and bring the visitor in too.” 

The door opens slowly as you watch Qiqi walk in stiffly with a yawning girl following her in at a similar height. Long light brown hair is loose as the girl rubs her eyes tiredly. 

“Hello Dr. Baizhu, I came back to check one last time if the oracle- Oh!” Caramel colored eyes widen at the sight of you sitting on the bed, and the girl hurriedly gives a polite bow. A yellow plush bunny is smooshed in her arms in the process.

“Hello, pardon my rudeness. My name is Yaoyao and I was sent by my master to check on you! It’s my honor to make your acquaintance, Y/N, or would you rather me call you by the oracle title?”

The ‘little adult’ looks different without the decorative bells she usually wears in her tied up hair, but the bunny was a dead give away. You smile at the nervous girl while wondering just who told her about you being an oracle.

Baizhu was giving you a look that basically screamed suspicion.

“You can just call me Y/N. By master, you mean Madame Ping, right?” Yaoyao beams at that as she steps closer.

“That’s correct, we learned about you from the other Adepti and Xiangling.” You should have known. “When we heard that you were here, I was sent on my Master's orders and Ganyu’s concern. Visitors weren’t allowed earlier, but I wanted to check one last time.”

Ganyu too? That basically guarantees Ningguang, Keqing, Zhongli and even more knowing that you’re here. But more importantly was the fact that Baizhu investigated anything connected to the Adepti for his immortality quest. 

You could only hope that Baizhu would be happy with a basic explanation and the sample of your scar tissue as promised.

“Visitors was the last topic I wanted to address.” Baizhu smoothly joins as he gets up from his seat and heads toward a desk on the far side of the room. A small pile of letters and a pile of gifts sit on the table next to your bag. How didn’t you notice it before?

“After a patient here noticed you before she was discharged, she and her guardian left you a letter with a present. I believe she may have been the one to spread it, but I ask you to kindly not hold anger against her. She’s rather young.”

So the little leaker was a child? It could be one of the kids you saved, but none of them could really afford to go to Baizhu. Not that he would have denied them but most children in that situation don’t go unless on the verge of death or pushed by an adult.

“It’s okay, I’ll look through the stuff in the morning.” As if on cue, Yaoyao fails to hide a yawn as she walks to stand next to your bed.

“Auntie Cloud Retainer and the rest of the Adepti told Master what happened on Mt. Aocang. Master really wants to meet you, so if you have any time to spare, please pay her a visit here at the Yujing Terrace near the Yiyan temple.”

Nodding absentmindedly, you make a mental note of that before asking Yaoyao a question in return. 

“Just how many people in general know that I’m here? I know quite a few people and Qiqi being here must have been quite a spectacle… But surely it must not have been too much considering that it was the middle of the night.”

The nervous expression on Yaoyao face dashes away any hopes you had. 

“Sorry Y/N but a lot of the city was speaking about you. Even nature and the animals kept mentioning you! Though they were a little more vague. If it helps, most people know you as a masked person rather than your name.”

Sighing, you don’t even bother hiding the distaste on your face. Changing masks wouldn’t do much and you sure as hell can’t remove it either, leaving you with the sole option of leaving. 

Leaving before anyone else can attack you in this fast-pace city filled with greed and ambition. If you stayed here any longer, you’ll surely be pulled into whatever new situation happens and only get more attention. 

The dinner you had first worried about is almost miniscule compared to the threat of Yelan and Shenhe knowing your location. More so, Yelan as she has an obligation to get rid of you due to her job rather than Shenhe’s emotional motive. 

Your mind replays the last bit of your fight where you had touched the waypoint and- Oh fuck. Groaning, you dumped your face into your hands as Yaoyao watched you worriedly. Her worried calls rolled off you like waves as you remember how the teleport waypoint glowed in front of everyone.

That’s a complete group of people, treasure hoarders nonetheless, that saw you activate it. Yelan could use that information and the witnesses in whatever stupidly clever way she wants!

Yaoyao looks back at Baizhu confused as he shakes his head silently. Qiqi picks up a glass of coconut milk and begins to walk towards you with it before Baizhu blocks her way.

Fingers digging into your scalp, you resist the urge to pull your hair as you bite your still slightly bruised lips. The realization of what kind of ammo you gave Yelan was killing you. 

Baizhu takes the glass from Qiqi and puts it back down before handing her a glass of water. Qiqi stares blankly at Baizhu before switching the glasses again. As the two continuously switch cups, Yaoyao rummages in her bag.

A sting of pain begins to grow as you get dangerously closer to the recently healed head wound. The smell of something sweet yet earthy snaps you out of your stress-fueled self depreciation as small hands pry your rough ones away.

“Please be careful Y/N, Dr. Baizhu is a great doctor but you shouldn’t hurt yourself like this. Have a candied date, it's golden honey flavored and works great to get rid of the bitter medicinal taste that he prescribes.”

It didn’t smell too bad, so you hesitantly took it from her hands and glanced back at Baizhu in case he tries to confiscate it. With his back safely turned, you pop the candied date into your mouth.

It’s a nice taste and it does work well as a distraction from your worries. “Thank you Yaoyao.” Your hand reaches out instinctively and pats her head. “The Creator views you fondly and one day your fate will intersect with the creator’s just like it did with the Adepti.”

The lie flows smoothly from your mouth as she smiles brightly up at you. Her eyes move down to the blanket as she responds. “I still don’t quite know what that means, but I’m sure I’ll be able to properly appreciate it once I’m older.”

Qiqi joins you both and hands you a glass of water that you take from her gratefully. Your hand leaves Yaoyao’s head to rest on the bed, making Qiqi look away with a pout. Before you can question the unexpected reaction, Baizhu redirects the conversation.

“I understand that you hold some valid concerns over your safety, Y/N. This situation isn’t one we deal with frequently, but we do have measures in place.”

The look you send him speaks a thousand words as he sighs and adds. “Free of charge, of course, as it counts as patient confidentiality.” 

“Bubu’s Pharmacy has tight security measures and Millelith frequent the area due to it being near the Yiyan Temple and the Welkin Temple.” You were 100% sure that the second temple did not exist before you came here. “Me and Qiqi both reside here and as experienced vision holders, you’ll be in safe hands.”

Nodding in understanding, you can’t deny that it felt safer knowing you weren’t going to be left alone. Your body was still exhausted and in the midst of healing so you didn’t have much energy to defend yourself with if Ningguang were to send another person after you.

“Qiqi doesn’t sleep much, so she’ll keep an eye out for anything amiss.” And you were right back to feeling anxious. Baizhu was relaxed as he tidied up the room, while Yaoyao spoke softly to Qiqi.

Glancing at the zombie child, you repeated the mantra to yourself that anyone could be a DPS in Genshin. You just needed to check her equipment before bed.

Yaoyao turns back to you with a sleepy smile. “I’ll be taking my leave now. I wish you a swift recovery, and I look forward to seeing you again with my Master.” With a casual wave, you let that be your only farewell as you drink the glass of water Qiqi handed you earlier.

Baizhu pats his clothing down as he calls out to Yaoyao right as she opens the door.

“Oh Yaoyao, since you’ll be relaying the message to Madam Ping and Ganyu, please have Ganyu tell Ningguang about Y/N’s acceptance to dinner for me as well.”

The water you were drinking goes down the wrong way at those words. 

Coughing, you yank the glass away as you look back up to the surprised Baizhu. “Did you say Ningguang? Was she the one who paid for everything and asked for the dinner?”

Baizhu smiles pleasantly with little regard for your shaky tone as he nods. There goes every flicker of hope you had that Ningguang wasn’t your benefactor.

Every drop of blood your body synthesized to restore you back to normal is drained as you pale at the confirmation. Just how the hell did you manage to meet Zhongli, Yelan, and Ningguang!? 

They are all people you wanted to avoid, and you definitely shouldn’t have met, considering the fact that people pay to even get an hour with Ningguang, let along a whole ass dinner invite!

Was there some stupid rule that goes along with being the creator making you meet nearly every acolyte that exists?

So busy cursing yourself and the entirety of Teyvat out, you don’t notice how Baizhu corrals Yaoyao out of the room before heading to you, as Qiqi watches from the sidelines.

“My, my you’ve gone pale at the news Y/N.” Baizhu’s glasses glint a little from the flickering lantern illuminating the room. He smiles down at you with half-lidded eyes that stare at you strangely.

“I didn’t realize that I forgot to tell you who it was. If you decide to, we can always cancel it and send a priority letter before discussing a payment plan.”

Squinting your eyes, you shake your head ‘no’ as you try to read the simultaneously shady yet reckless doctor. It didn’t seem like he had any malicious intentions, as he very much did mean to hide it. But you can’t be sure that he had any good intentions either.

“That’s a shame, I was looking forward to discussing alternate ways of paying that don’t require mora.” …Yeah, no matter what way you put it or how clean Baizhu keeps his reputation. One can not simply not be seen as shady while going around saying stuff like that.

So not only is Baizhu showing signs of that strange attachment in a matter of hours, but Ningguang decided to suddenly switch her tactics. From ‘investigate and kill if deemed a threat’ to ‘generous wealthy person that totally isn’t covering up a crime’.

Could you possibly get Yanfei to sue Ningguang if you aren’t poisoned at the dinner?

Maybe, but that’s all riding on the chance that you aren’t killed in some coincidental accident before then. Waving away the pessimistic and slightly comical thoughts, you look up at Baizhu as he dims the lantern. 

“The pharmacy opens at 0900 in the morning. Are you willing to take visitors from that point on till your discharge at 1300?” Briefly looking at the letters and gifts, you nod silently.

Baizhu’s smile doesn’t waver as he responds casually. “Many people will be happy to hear that Y/N, you seem quite popular.”

He opens the door before kneeling to Qiqi’s height. “The last order I have for you tonight is to keep watch over Y/N and protect them if need be. Understand?”

Qiqi tilts her head at that and blandly states. “Order received. Order cannot be processed. Original intended function still active and in place.”

Baizhu frowns at that as you look at Qiqi curiously. His expression quickly smooths back to a calm smile as he stands up. “As long as the ending is the same, then I don’t mind.”

He glances at you one last time as the door creaks open to show the dark hallway. Slitted eyes meet yours, full of curiosity and intrigue. They almost glow as he steps into the hallway with Qiqi in tow before the door closes softly.

Sighing in relief, you flop back onto the bed and roll in the covers for a position that won’t put pressure on your aching muscles. Baizhu’s increasingly strange behavior slithers back into your mind as you close your eyes.

Just why didn’t he ask you about being an oracle yet? Is he planning on getting the Millelith? No, he would have done so much earlier. Maybe he’s trying to gather some blackmail on you? 

The possibilities torment your exhausted mind as you finally settle on just explaining yourself tomorrow when you get the scar sample from you. When you open your eyes, the flame has already burned away, leaving your only light as the moon. 

Staring at it, you think back to the waypoints. Are they finally fixed? Can you use them again? You couldn’t test it out now, but you could do so when you leave after the dinner with Ningguang. 

Which region should you travel to next? There was no may you could stay or go back to Inazuma, so it’s either Mondstadt or Sumeru as they are the closest. 

Closing your eyes, you try to imagine what traveling through the terrain would be like to arrive in the city. Frowning, you continue by imagining what it would be like traveling in that region for the weekly commissions.

It’s a simple decision really as Sumeru had a wide range of animals and poisonous plants to fight past. While Mondstadt had that sweet peaceful greenery from being the starter city with the lowest amount of treasure hoarders thanks to a certain Cryo user.

Deciding that you’ve picked your brain enough on the topic, you shut your eyes for some actual rest.

A moment passes, and then another, as the wind rustles the leaves on the tree outside the window. The faint sound of a sweet croon reaches your ears as you stubbornly keep your eyes closed.

As your mind is slowly consumed by the heavy exhaustion and the dimness of the room, two thoughts come to mind.

One, you forgot to check Qiqi’s equipment. Two, just what made you be locked out from the teleport waypoints if it counts as a game mechanic from Genshin Impact itself?

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“The moon is quite beautiful at this time of night.” A kind and knowing voice says as wrinkled hands pick out the bits of leaves from long white hair. The moonlight illuminates the silvery strands as it gradually is picked clean to its former glory.

“Child, just what has happened that you come to me out of all the Adepti for assistance?” A red rope is cut into perfect portions and tied to form the perfect braid. A Cryo vision sits innocently as the centerpiece, while a monochrome ornament adorns the top.

“I cannot advise you on the matter that troubles you if you do not speak, Shenhe.” Iridescent eyes finally move up from the ground to meet the elderly woman’s warm ones. Shenhe struggles to speak as her head dips forward.

“I… I hurt someone badly. But they hurt me too.” Shenhe holds her hands together in a prayer like motion as her eyes flutter close. “But at the end, they showed me something I couldn’t believe. No. That I refused to believe and even helped me.”

With a hunched back and patience learned over thousands of years, the old woman stays quiet. Giving the oh-so apathetic disciple time to put her thoughts into words.

“I don’t know what to do, and master isn’t the most adept when it comes to humans. But you, Streetward Rambler are, in more than one way. You constitute as a human more than me.”

Shenhe closes her eyes as she thinks back to her encounter with you. The truth you didn’t hesitate to spit in her face, the raw anger you expressed at her delusions and denial.

“I just want to understand these emotions. Are they a witch’s, an Adepti’s or a human’s emotions? Not even these ropes are stopping them!” Shenhe tugs at the newly bound rope in frustration but stops at the touch of light fingertips.

Madam Ping smiles warmly down at Shenhe. “None of those answers are correct child. They are simply your emotions. And I believe deep down, you already know what you feel. You just don’t know what to do with them.”

Shenhe looks at the ground with a mixture of guilt and self-loathing swarming inside her. It was true, wasn’t it? That day you spoke her feelings in the bluntest way possible, but here she was, still trying to deny it.

“Then what do I do? Is it really okay to love someone that hurt you? I don’t want a repeat of my childhood… I just want to treasure and use this new chance at connecting with my entire self that the Creator has graced me with.”

The hand that pats her head is familiar and warm. Childhood memories of her shedding those human emotions she once thought weak come to mind before Madam Ping’s voice brings her back.

“Trusting in the Creator and following the path they opened for you, no matter how scary or concerning, is always the right path. Follow me Shenhe.” 

Madam Ping is quick to walk away toward the two temples, as Shenhe follows her swiftly. The Yiyan Temple for the Geo Archon is laughably small in comparison to the huge Welkin Temple behind it.

They climb the stairs past the Yiyan Temple and enter the luxurious archway leading into the Welkin Temple. Decorations laced with jewels, paintings of the highest caliber, and statues of the rarest minerals are a common sight in it.

As Liyue Harbors sole temple, the city and its citizens spared no expanse in making sure it was top-notch. That included the deceased Geo Archon who left it in the care of the Liyue Qixing before his passing.

The pair walked through the halls as many people prayed and worshiped within the dead of the night without care for the passing onlookers.

Everyone gathered here at this time of night is here to do the same thing after all.

A couple of people amble past the determined Adeptus and disciple into the barren clinic as physicians begin to care for them. The blood, bone, and missing parts of skin are applauded before quickly being catered to. 

Madam Ping enters the hallway where many citizens wait outside the rooms for their turn. Yet instead of stopping like Shenhe expected, the old woman brings her to a hidden staircase around the corner.

The two climb up and up, till they reach the rooftop where an alter sits. Shenhe is well aware what she must do for the answers she desires. Kneeling before it, Shenhe gratefully takes the ceremonial spear handed to her by Madame Ping.

“You have matured enough to earn the privilege of giving a piece of yourself to the Holy One. I can only excitedly wait for the day my own disciples can have this honor.” With a calm yet cheery chuckle, Madame Ping moves away from the grave faced Shenhe.

“Oh Holy Creator, God of all that has lived, lives, and lives on. Listen to this acolytes prayer and grant me but a crumb of your wisdom. Though I am foolish and mortal, your mercy shines down on in the form of that person.” 

The spear is raised into the air as Shenhe stays kneeling and points the spear down.

“Please, Divine One, show this wretched girl just how I’m supposed to make it up to Y/N.”

The spear drives down and the crimson droplets stain the altar like a dazzling flourish of rose petals.

Well this took a long while. This time it wasn't school but just personal stuff. Between house hunting, family feud, car problems, and just trying to keep up with school. I haven't got much of a break. But things have finally calmed down somewhat so I used it to get this done. What also helped was making the outline for the 1k special. I think I should have it done for the next update instead of the regular chapter. But I did notice that a good chunk wanted regular chapters instead so I got a compromise. The special features Mondstadt (as most sagau start in Mond so I thought it would be fun) and it'll be a teaser to what Mondstadt has in store for you all. I'm not sure how many of you have noticed but each region has a certain theme when it comes to worship. Inazuma with sacrificing, Liyue with self mutilation, and Mondstadt will be hinted at in the special. My editor, @serpent-benediction, did this super late last night so props for once. But if there are claims to being anything more than an editor then don't listen. I keep basically everybody in the dark. Kinda feel like death so if you have any questions or comments I will answer them as soon as I can read again. Taglist: is open for anyone so just comment if you want to join <3

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[needlesknick-knacks]

silliest thing about liking media a lot is you’ll assume that things that are common knowledge to you are also to other people when that is very much not the case

[officiallysleepdeprived]

I’m in a bad mood. :) (#1)

I can’t help but think that maybe, sometimes that Dick just stands in front of Jason’s memorial and think that it’s his fault. He didn’t answer when his little wing needed him, he didn’t know what is was like to die(yet) and Bruce, who’s just lost his son, wasn’t helping with that guilt and Dick couldn’t blame him.

If only his little brother would leave him alone, he followed him everywhere- at first he took it as a chance to apologize but he just didn’t leave and most times he’d just randomly stay and go but his little wing was always a wanderer at heart and hearing those giggles again just made him so happy and that cheerful smile whenever he got back from patrol or work that was waiting for him on his couch.

He knew it wasn’t healthy for him to latch onto little Jason but he decided that could go to hell when he first saw that shiny and full of teeth grin again, when he froze just hearing that giggling again. His little wing became part of his routine, sometimes when Dick couldn’t get out of bed because he felt so horrible, he’d just look to the side, smile and see Jason telling him to get up. Just like he did when he was alive..

Grief was sometimes Dick was familiar with and used to, so why was seeing him such a terrible thing in the eyes of other people? His dad would never judge him for it and neither would Babs(she’d be concerned but that was just what Babs did!) but seeing his little wing suddenly so grown up was something different, don’t get him wrong he’s tried to see what Jason would look like all grown up and out of the nest but to see his little brother’s face so suddenly and less blurry than before was something Dick could get used to.

Even if he still heard those cheery giggles sometimes..

[greentea-and-honey]

do you think ford pines ever got to do like a fun space heist or something or was he so on the “kill bill” train at all times that the rest of the cool inter-dimensional criminals were like “don’t invite him to the hangout man he’s just gonna rant and rave about that damn triangle the whole time”

[bugwolfsstuff]

Dionysus was said to have taken over the oracle of Delphi while Apollo was on vacation (i cannot figure out where he goes) during the winter months

So....

Do I hear an idea for a Dionysus kid oc with prophecy powers?

[apollosgiftofprophecy]

was thinking abt cassandra n apollo bc 💔 love them and yk its become even stranger to me how it’s treated as like. some failed romance of apollo’s all because he couldn’t take rejection. because it wasn’t ever really a rejection? like they both agreed to a deal, she just didn’t uphold her end. like consider how relationships were treated in the past as transactional, and this specific exchange being a trade for prophetic powers—can we really even consider the idea that there is any sexual/romantic attraction towards each other? of course i know there’s a mutual level of devotion, but i’ve personally interpreted it as a complicated relationship between a devotee, her faith, and her god. it’s something transcending sexuality or romance. and their failed trade is a lesson on expecting too much from the divine without yourself being fully committed to them. all i’m saying really is that i think watering their dynamic down to some rejection story is silly and ruins the religious symbolism like there IS a reason that she is his priestess before and after!

(also thinking abt it: the exchange is soo symbolic its actually driving me nuts. he gives part of himself to her and she gives part of herself herself to him in return. a god and a follower’s mutual devotion to one another.)

anon your interpretation is soooo based let relationships transcend the meaning of romance and sexuality fr fr

biting this ask. gnawing. anon u get me. they are soooo complex and can have soooo many GOOD interpretations and you are RIGHT that reducing them to a ~rejection~ story not only waters them down, but also CHEAPENS who they are and the culture they come from!

[ask-dick-grayson]

Hey!!

Guess what?!

My Babs is pregnant!!!!!

I'm so excited!

- @dickiegraysonwayne