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[1nplainsight]

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[withacapitalp]

Starry, Starry Night Pt 1

Happy birthday dear friend!!! @thefreakandthehair Lex you are a pillar of the fandom, an amazing writer, and just all around one of my most favorite human beings. I'm so so lucky to get to call you one of my best friends and I hope this fic puts a smile on your face!! @stevethehairington and @hbyrde36 thank you for betaing and for encouragement!!!!

Read it on ao3 instead here

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Steve was asleep at the counter. 

Again. 

Robin placed another VHS precariously on the top of the pile surrounding him, making sure to adjust it so it wouldn’t fall. A copy of Secret Admirer had toppled down half a dozen boxes when she placed it without care earlier, and Steve had almost woken up just from the sound. She had worked her way through all of the romantic comedy returns and was halfway through the horrors already, and the pile was up to Steve’s waist. 

Her working theory was that she would be able to get all the way through the action movies before Steve was completely covered in tapes. 

Part of her wanted to feel at least a little bad for fucking with him every single time he fell asleep. After all it wasn’t like Robin hadn’t fallen asleep on the job herself once or twice, and Family Video wasn’t exactly the hardest job in the world. Now that they lived in a veritable ghost town, the store was lucky to get even a handful of patrons every day. 

Apart from her own boredom, there wasn’t really any reason to mess with him or try to wake him up. 

But there lay the crux of the problem. Robin and Steve had gotten their jobs as one so they could spend time together. Not so Robin could get stuck watching her best friend drool on the counter she would inevitably be forced to clean before they closed tonight. 

So, tape fort. 

Robin’s theories were almost immediately dashed though, because just as she placed her fourth copy of Rosemary’s Baby down, Steve stretched out his arms, knocking directly into the wall in front of him and bringing that entire cluster of VHS cases down on his head. 

“Ow! What! Why?!” Steve shouted, jerking upwards, startling as the rest of the tapes surrounding him began to tumble to the floor. 

Robin snickered to herself as she watched the melee, hopping up onto the counter next to where he had been lying his head and beginning to gather up the failed remnants of her experiment. 

“Good morning Dingus,” She sang, lightly tapping him on the top of the head with Ghostbusters, “Did you have a good rest?” 

“Robin,” Steve groaned, covering his face with his hands and heaving an absolutely ginormous sigh, “Why?” 

“Hey, this is your fault,” Robin protested, putting the stack of tapes to the side and sliding to the floor to start grabbing the rest. 

“My fault?” Steve repeated, sliding his fingers away from his eyes so he could glare at her while still hiding his face. 

“This is the fifth time you’ve fallen asleep on me this week, Dingus,” Robin said, giving him a look as she waved a VHS around her head, “Look at this place. Look at how boring it is. I need enrichment, I’m like a tiger in a zoo.”

Steve lowered his hands, raising a brow and silently judging her for a second before grumbling and joining her on the ground.  

“What? Was making paper clip crowns and hiding M&Ms in my pockets not enriching enough anymore?” Steve asked rhetorically, referencing the other things she had done this week during his impromptu naps as he collected the rest of the rom-coms. 

“Nope.” She replied, popping the p as she stood, tapes in hand, “Five times, Stevifer. Five.” 

“So?”

“So, it’s only Wednesday!” Robin shouted, walking around the counter and towards the shelves, knowing Steve would be following close behind with his own stack. “Is Eddie really still that excited about getting you in his bed every night?”

“You would be the first person to know,” Steve said, wagging his eyebrows and looking far too smug for Robin’s tastes. 

That much was true. Steve told Robin everything. What he had for breakfast, any weird customers that came in while she wasn’t scheduled, the stupid things the kids said, and, to the chagrin of both Eddie and Robin, anything and everything to do with his sex life. 

And god damn it did her best friends have a lot of sex. 

“Okay, so it’s not Eddie keeping you up,” Robin said, a small pit beginning to form in her stomach. She had hoped it was just them fucking like bunnies and Steve needing to recharge during the mornings, but now she was pretty sure it was the other thing, and that was a lot worse. 

There was no quick fix for that particular problem. 

“You wanna talk about it?” Robin asked softly, turning towards her best friend and trying to be as gentle as allowed. 

“Not really,” Steve said, keeping his eyes on the shelves and avoiding her gaze.

Okay, so not gentle. Trying to get Steve to open up was a weird careful tightrope walk between being gentle enough to lower down his guard, while also being firm enough that he didn’t feel like he was being treated like a child. So far Robin was the only one who managed to succeed most of the time, but even she stumbled on occasion. 

“You know I don’t mind covering for you, but you can’t keep this up, Dingus,” Robin tried, nudging their shoulders together as she did, hoping that a little extra physical contact would open Steve up even more, “It’s not healthy, and they’re not worth it.”  

Wrong thing to say. It was like she could physically see the walls coming back up around him. 

“I’ll be fine, Robin,” Steve said, the forced nonchalance in his tone hurting her almost as much as it was definitely hurting him. 

“You’re not sleeping again,” She stated plainly, putting it out there for both of them to see. Steve flinched at her words as if she had physically struck him. 

“I’m just…still adjusting,” He tried. 

Adjusting was still figuring out how the oven worked at Eddie’s new trailer, or trying to find the best routine for sharing the bathroom in the morning. Adjusting was planning work schedules, learning how to live together, becoming used to each other's rhythms. 

Whatever was happening here wasn’t adjusting. 

“Steve, It’s been almost a month since…” Robin started, trailing off as she tried to find the right words to help him. 

Steve already had them. 

“Since what, Robin? Since my parents kicked me out?” Steve interrupted, his voice hard and angry as he forced himself to meet her eyes, as if challenging her to try and find a kinder way to say it. 

That wasn’t a challenge she was planning to take on. There was no making this better. 

“Yeah, since your parents kicked you out,” She repeated, refusing to meet his level of emotion, knowing that would only make Steve even angrier. Sure enough he pushed away from her, stalking over to the counter and furiously punching returns into the computer, a storm cloud of rage swirling around him. 

“Steve-”

“God Robin, will you just drop it?!” Steve snapped. 

Robin leaned ever so slightly back at his sudden shift and Steve let his eyes slip shut, hanging his head low and taking a slow deep breath. The anger drained from his face, leaving behind only barely there frustration, and a longing that his parents didn’t fucking deserve from a son that was far too good for them.

It wasn’t exactly a shock when Richard and Diane showed up and told their son to pack his shit and leave, but that didn’t make it any less painful for Steve. Robin had never had any faith in them, but for some reason Steve did. He expected his parents to love him just as much as he loved them, and he had deluded himself into thinking that they had only ever done the things they did to try and make him better. 

Letting go of that couldn’t be easy, but it was also one of the few things about Steve that Robin felt she would probably never fully understand. 

“Please.” Steve whispered, Robin’s heart breaking at the pain in his voice, “I just don’t wanna talk about it, Bobbin.” 

Rather than answering she rounded the counter, pressing her body into his side and leaning her head against his shoulder. Steve adjusted to fit her automatically, two becoming one as she let Steve breathe into the pain instead of ignore it. 

“Were you at least having a good dream?” Robin asked, her voice slightly muffled by the soft sweater Steve was wearing, wishing she had a way to help him. 

“Oh yeah, it was great,” He said with a soft laugh, “I was lying back on a mountain of pillows while Eddie was using his massive thick-”

“Finish that sentence and I’ll be forced to smother you next time you fall asleep at work,” Robin groaned, sticking her tongue out and gagging as she pushed Steve away from her. She hammed it up for extra effect, but she couldn’t hide the smile on her lips as she listened to Steve’s laughter. 

He hadn’t laughed as much in the last few weeks, and Robin hadn’t realized how much she missed the sound. It reminded her of everything good, all the stuff they hadn’t really been able to do since he moved in with Eddie. Burning breakfast together, dancing around the house in their socks, even trying to muffle their giggles in her bed so they wouldn’t wake her parents, looking through the skylight that was above her bed at the stars…

Huh. Maybe she did have an idea of how to help. 

“Now that you’re awake, I’m going to take my break,” Robin said in a faux casual tone, stretching and trying to hide the Cheshire cat grin overtaking her face. 

“You built a tape fort around me because you were annoyed I fell asleep and you were alone, so the first thing you do when I wake up is go hide in the back alone?” Steve complained, turning back to the computer and restarting the returns he had begun. 

“Love you too,” Robin said, pecking his cheek as she practically skipped towards the breakroom. She closed and locked the door, pressing her ear to it for a second just to make sure Steve wasn’t eavesdropping before almost bolting over to the phone in the corner, punching in the number for the Thatcher’s Tires and bouncing in place as she listened to the dial tone. 

This was a great idea. One of her best. 

“Hey Pete, it’s Robin. Can you put Eddie on the phone?”

Part two is coming tomorrow!! If you want to be tagged say it in a reblog!!

[fandomfloozy]

sis they are cooking you for your torture porn reply to that horror poll

Hey, anon! Thanks for letting me know, honestly was not needed, but I appreciate it anyway <3

Honestly, I was just gonna keep this in my inbox bc I didn't have anything in my notifs to indicate that anyone had replied to me anywhere and I don't tend to actively seek out people bashing me BUT the post you're talking about just came across my dash so let's talk about it!

First off, I'd like to point out that OP's original poll literally posed the question of "What is your LEAST favorite horror genre?" and the person spreading around my reply is making it seem as if I posted that reply unprompted? As if I stepped into a body horror space and tried to make people feel bad for liking that genre? Which was never the intention. I wasn't the only person in the replies of that post saying that "torture porn" was my least favorite subgenre and that it personally made my stomach turn and I don't want to watch it, and I think poll-maker OP even made an edit to the poll saying that plenty of people replied with that

But I still stand by my opinion (God forbid you have one of those on Tumblr dot com) that I don't see a point to the kind of morbid display you see in Human Centipede or in Tusk. I can't sit through those kinds of movies, even reading the synopsis leaves me messed up for days just thinking about it. I don't personally get it, and I was sharing that sentiment in the replies of a poll asking what your least favorite genre is.

Granted, OP also said they don't agree with that being a subgenre and I gotta say that after thinking on it a bit, I definitely agree! What I was referring to and describing is definitely more along the lines of body horror, and that's what I should have labeled it as, I'm willing to concede that much.

[Edit: Just to be clear THIS is the definition I'm used to. I didn't use the term "torture porn" to make anyone feel like a horrid person for enjoying those kinds of films, this is just the way I was taught to use the very informal term for a subgenre, which is what the poll was about. To me, The Human Centipede and Tusk's plots center heavily on someone or multiple someones being tortured. This isn't a reflection of how I think these are "bad people films"]

Which brings me to people in the notes of the post spreading around my reply that are trying to make it seem like I'm spreading respectability politics? That I lack proper media literacy?There's even someone in the replies of the post saying I'm spreading white supremacy??

Bro, if you could see the other kinds of media I enjoy and watch and read. I have no issue with fiction having uncomfortable and even taboo displays existing! My reply was about my personal preferences on a poll about personal preferences in horror, and it's not any deeper than that. I understand the importance of having "bad" topics (heavy on the quotation marks here) in literature and film and TV, but that doesn't mean I'm going to subject myself to something that makes me physically queasy and I find unenjoyable. And that doesn't mean that I think people who do enjoy and find it interesting are "bad people," it's just something I can't agree is a good genre. The same way other people voted "zombie" and "ghost horror" on that poll and hit the replies, so did I! I LOVE a good zombie film. I like a good ghost story, and I am not going to feel personally attacked by the person in the replies saying that ghost horror is bland and boring. I can disagree with them and not make them out to be a horrid person spreading a hateful rhetoric

So if the person posting my reply without context and the people in their notes could stop painting me in that light (yes I realize my blog is blurred out and it can't be traced back to me and it's not technically a call out, but those are still my words you're twisting) I would really appreciate it.

Bad faith reading isn't a good habit for those who claim to abhorr lack of media literacy.

[eliecasa]

begging for a part two of whoopee cushion 😩

i do as you say!

warnings: first part was intended to be a oneshot and im very… bad at multi part stories sooo…

summary: ghost shows up to readers apartment with a gash and a vendetta against y/n’s cuddles

wrdcnt: 1.9K

“Who is it?” you call out, and your voice bounces off the walls of your quiet mini-apartment. For a couple of days, you were off duty, and what other way to enjoy it than watching cheesy rom-coms? Your drama and gossip life have ceased to exist for the last three years so this is the best you’ll get for a while.

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The silence from the visitor doesn’t move you but the sight of your favorite actor kissing another person does. “Oh you manwhore”

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ Knock knock

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“Ugh, fine! Be there in a second” with a roll of your eyes, you made sure to pause the movie before shoving your weighted blanket off and stomping your way to the door. Before seeing who it is, you’re firing off complaints involving your off day and alone time until the person grunts, cutting you off and causing you to swivel back to the door that you swung open in a rush.

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There stood Ghost. He was a little hunched over and was stripped of his tactical gear for once. Instead of the heavy vest and supplies, he was wearing a black hoodie as well as his signature skull balaclava. You’d almost think he was also on his off day if it wasn’t for the way he limped into your apartment.

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“What the hell Ghost, why didn’t you stop at a medic?” you dash your way back to him, quickly closing the door before gently taking a hold of his shoulders to lead him to your grey couch. He slowly sat down and quietly lifted his hoodie and bloodied shirt to show you the gash going across his side.

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Your lips parted in pending anger but the grimace in his eyes stopped you from scolding him. “Cut me up real bad didn’t ‘e?” Ghost's voice is slightly strained as he spoke, making you even more worried. The two fall silent for a moment until you’re finished observing and estimating the depth of the gash. “How long have you been like this?”

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“Little over six hours. Thought a bandage would do me right.”

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Of course, this hardass would take his chances with a very open wound just so that he can somehow tough it out. Why he did do this all the time, who knows? All you knew was that he needed to get this stitched asap or else he was doomed for infection.

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“Moron.” you scoff “Hold that, I’m getting my kit” and he does as told.

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Apparently, that little apartment of yours was tons more clustered than you anticipated because Ghosts even pushes his ego to the side to start the movie that you could hear resume from even all the way from the back of the house. “Hey, pause my movie you asshole!”

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He merely shakes his head at the sight of the main character shape-shifting into a big grey wolf right before the eyes of his lover. Your padded footsteps came flying and the rattle of the supplies in the kit is as loud as ever. “Simon! you can’t just watch without me!”

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Your eyes glue to the Television as you squat next to him and began to ready your things “What the fuck are ye’ watching?” he seems disgustingly captivated as your eyes blow wide with heart in them. “It’s called Alpha’s galore… it’s like a twilight version of the game of thrones…”

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The look on his face when he slowly looked down at you showed nothing but pure worry for your mental health. He definitely didn’t understand anything you just said but you don’t have the patience to explain to him when MC is currently proposing on your screen.

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You push his head away with the back of your hand just for him to bat your hand away and turn back to watch you. “I’m going to clean this first so…” you lock eyes with him at the latex glove loudly slapped against the skin of your hand “Try not to scream.”

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Ghost is first to look away and his coyness makes you lightly chuckle until he finally speaks again. “Don’t hurt me, doll.”

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“Wouldnt dream of it, Si.”

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You finish the last stitch, momentarily glancing at the TV before grabbing an alcohol pad to clean the blood away from the wound. “How’s it feeling?”

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“Feels like hell…” he raised his hoodie a little higher so that he can see your work and the look on his face said everything. “Ah? I’m getting better aren’t I?”

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A glimpse of amusement is in his gaze as you stand and free your hands of those suffocating latex gloves. You turn on your heel but his voice comes lowly just as you began to walk “Still hurts…”

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“How would you like it if I redid it?”

“Afraid I’d be forced to fight you”

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“You wish” you smirk and set off to throw away the bloody wipes and gloves. He hums, not wanting to feed your ego for a second further. It appears that the stitch relieved some type of pain because he finally relaxes enough to sit back against your couch and stretch his arms across the back of it.

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“Hey, Ghost?”

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“Yea?”

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“You’re fine to bathe if you want. I still have some of your clothes.” you pulled a couple of coolers from your fridge and made your way back to the tiny living area.

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“That’s alright. I should be out of ya’ hair in a second anyway.”

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The frown on your face is comical as you stand with your hands on your hips. “Why so soon huh?”

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Simon slowly tore his gaze from the TV just so that he can give you a very confused look in return of your frown. “Why would I need to stay?”

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He’s got you there. “No reason…” and you slowly hand him one of the coolers in your hands. If you were going to be honest, the reason you needed him to stay was that insomnia seemed to creep back into your routine nowadays. The two of you rarely went on missions together so that meant unlatching schedules and worst of all, it meant no more Ghost body pillow nights.

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Though his stare shows that he’s still suspicious of you, he takes the drink and settled it on the lamp table next to the couch. He never told you but he actually never drank those nasty little wine coolers you’d give him to take home. Wine wasn’t his thing but his oh-so-cold heart couldn’t tell you no.

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And this is how it always starts. That coy little act you’d put on until you got what you wanted. You gingerly sip from your wine cooler whilst watching TV, somehow sooo comfortable while standing up in your own home. And there was no way he was missing those sneaking little side-eyes.

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“Not made of glass are you?” he rolls his eyes, annoyance drips in his gruff voice. ‎‏‏‎

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Your cheeks itch in embarrassment as you peek over your shoulder to see him indeed still managing to look over your shoulder. Since when does he want to watch a werewolf’s love story? At this point, he needed to stop acting like he didn’t know what you were always thinking when you see him.

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“Simon.”

“Doll.”

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“I’m going to sit on you now.”

He doesn’t look at you and rolled his shoulders back, spinning his head around for a moment until he replies with a clear voice.

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“No, you aren’t”

His defiance makes you bristle and purposely move in front of him this time. “My house, my rules.”

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“My lap, my rules.”

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For the first time, he might’ve just shut you up with four words. Something about the deepness of his voice and the depth of his eyes had opened something within you. It’d be a lie to say that the demand in his tone didn’t make you clench your thighs together.

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Ghost had his moments of sexiness but he wasn’t about to boss his way out of your addiction to sitting on and all over him. Domination or not, you basically owned his lap.

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“Your rules huh?”

“Damn right.”

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You tongue your cheek and fold your arms, pacing in front of the culprit sitting in a man-spread position on your very own couch that you paid a shiny penny for. How dare he display his lap but reject your comfort.

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“… do make sure you watch your back, Simon Riley”

“Will do, doll.”

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And without more to say, you watch him closely as you slither out of the living room and slowly walked your way into your bedroom. He doesn’t turn around to even watch and his nonchalance fuels your determination a little more.

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Rejection sounds like a test and no way were you going to fail it.

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The quiet alarm from your phone takes your locked gaze away from the television. It flashes a bold number on it.

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10:24 PM

And that number meant that it was time to finish your mission.

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You put both your fluffiest socks and your game face on, ready to take on the big and bad man sitting on your living room couch. With a huff and a crack of your knuckles, you’re ready and steady.

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“Here I come, asshole…”

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You make sure to silently open the door. Thanks to the apartment being fairly new, it doesn’t make a single crack or creak noise. Those military paychecks surely proved themselves worthy of many things but what you needed was for the maple wood floor to be as worthy as the door.

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He was now watching a random film that seemed to involve a guy in a black suit single-handedly taking down a dozen of men. The sight nearly caused a scoff to escape your throat.

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Ghost probably thinks that he’s that cool.

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You stealth your way to the couch by taking the safe route, AKA sliding against the wall to avoid loud floorboards. In no time, you’re crouched behind the couch, watching Simon as his eyes slowly began to flutter. The day was finally taking a toll on him. Perfect timing.

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Just like a cheetah preparing to pounce, you stand with your hands raised and your knees spread. Surely this would work and he wouldn’t throw you off as a reflex… right?

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Either way, the thought doesn’t stop you from jumping over his slouched form with the assistance of his broad shoulders. “AHA!” you grin at your successful land on the cushion next to him. The look in his eyes said so many words of disappointment but you couldn’t help but manically laugh as you crawled into his lap.

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“WHOOHOO! Now, who wins, huh?! Me, that's who!”

He nods, resting his head on the hand he had prompted up from his elbow. “Yea yea whatever tyrant.”

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“Who put this thing together? Me, that's who!” you fake a Cuban accent that he even fights a smirk at. Even the laugh in his voice is apparent in way he huffs before speaking.

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“You a fan of scarface?”

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A villain laugh rips from your mouth as you threw your head back.

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“Oh, I am scarface baby.”

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“‘Course you are.”

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You smile and wrap your arms around his neck before letting your hands reach down to the ends of his balaclava, slowly lifting it over his head to reveal the small smirk plastered across his plump lips.

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He leisurely licked his lips as his hands found purchase on your clothed thighs.

“I’ve missed you.”

He scoffs through his teeth but your lips are quick to find his, locking him in a passionate lip lock as your fingers found their way into the darkness of his blond hair.

“Missed you too… babygirl” you wink.

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[lonespektr]

Oct 4th & 5th Double Whammy The Columist & Cuphead Day 18/19

Exhausted from Covid Booster but not down

A feminist jurno

Twitter dox threats bout her kid

Lil fake model cuuute

Omg that dude is giving pick up artist extrodanaire

She has to write a book

Omg why is there a poster of him in the office

Back to Twitter

If it's that's bad you should go to the police

Bb journo kicked off school paper

Black Pete! Extremely racist no prob with that

Advocating violence

Back to Twitter

Oh she did comment on black pete

A negative commentor looks like a construction worker

Is that her friend? Because she was saying shit things before

Her bike got jacked

Why did she break the fence?

Is that an orb weaver? They make webs in hallways its mad irritating

Grooosss why

Joy boiled egg

Rom com

Now he fucking stay there?

wtf

Now comments section of the egg post

Just murdering guys that probably aren't the commentors at all

Like literally none are confirmed

Now she wants to chat

At least this is confirmed

It's wild hearing older languages than yours and you're like damn we stole Hella your words

Full serial killer trophies and all

These just bug me because you can't just become a serial killer if you're pissy

Out to eat in public

It would piss me off a fake guy spewing fake violence irl has no anger

Now pizza gate shit

None of this is tracking

But what's her face is a great actor

Even still it's getting slow the character deviations aren't explained

The fact that she's doing all this out in the open is....

Pizza gate person is a punk

This is... Dozens

I would say it's writing but there was one on the news

19/16 is not cool though

Still making protest posters

It's lagging in the middle how can she be that good at murder with no practice

Principal way too far

What's the payoff if she's already around the bend?

Police

Just dropped a name and left

Dumb enough to leave bloody tools but smart enough to have a kit? 🙄🙄

The pizza gate is intense though

They going to bring up the writing eventually or nah?

The good guy stick doesn't play like they think it does because he is still peddling misogynistic violence and he never backs her about anything he just says ignore people saying all the things I do generally but to your face

You're not a good guy

They can't all be single yea

There's the model

What kinda writing call the police but not who or why

🙄🙄🙄

Too busy with murder to see the kid is the turning point?

Sigh That only makes narrative sense if she expressed.. Nm

Crying?

Sirens were heard she just chillin??

Boom living with dad

Cold turkey nature walk

Now he's fucking enabling

HOW CAN ANYONE BE THIS INEPT

Back at it

She love touching evidence

Pick up artist gone

Going to the event bloody

I mean good ending but not enough to justify the lag

Could have made it a tight hour also needed more messiness too clean a narrative

The Cuphead Show

I never watched the original

It was a game

Based on 36 Japanese animation

Well first off the theme song is a banger

In classic style of explaining the show in the intro

Come with me to the Inkwell Isles

It’s just off the coast, maybe twenty-nine miles

Where there’s good and there’s bad

And then there’s in between

With Cuphead and Mugman, you’ll see what I mean

Ice cream and rockets, trouble never ends!

Watch these ding-dongs as they make new friends (Zig-zag, zig-zag!)

They’ll need some help just to stay on track

Oh no, there’s that guy! You better watch your back

So, if you’rе lookin’ for fun (Yes, we’re lookin’ for fun!)

And a dash of heebiе-jeebies (We’ve got the heebie-jeebies)

Then pack your bags and let’s go!

Welcome to The Cuphead Show!

Welcome to The Cuphead Show!

Absolutely has the vintage feel

The main thing is two chuckle nugget brothers

One neurotic one chaotic get into shenanigans

And by the end it turns creepy

There's 2 seasons

It's only 10 min per sode

The cups live with their elder kettle

It's in that time frame

They run into the devil on day one

After that there are mobsters and adventures in babysitting but also ghosts pirates murder mystery and they get locked up meet a beastie girl ghost scammer and a monster candy town mayor

It's 80 slice of life 20 creepy

All while having near by brushes with the devil oh because one of the cups owes the devil his soul

I mean oh no that guy you betta watch your back

They don't try to update it the animation is retro

And the voice work

There are some fourth wall breaks

Some episodes are all horror and some are the horror of children misinterpreting things

The background is, - the painting uh landscape is creepy and set (old timey) and the animation is bright and incongruent like it used to be

They are bited sized and only a few episodes are flat

[djverbose]

[There are two types of people:

‘heck yeah I have a friend’

and

‘please don’t look at me’]

[destinycaught]

❝ My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die. ❞

[memoryxtoxdreams]

Jack said ‘fuck the idol industry let romance happen’

[wircdhcarts]

   ❝ Both of you better start acting your ages or so help me-- ❞

[jessiebanethedragon]

White Sands Warm The Cold Sea (pt 11)

Summary: the reader, betrothed to a disgusting Coruscanti Lord flees her home world and lands herself in a plethora of trouble, a ship of clones, and one pirate captain whose cold exterior needs much more than the tropical seaside sun.

Chapter one

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter four

Chapter five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter ten

Warnings: Swearing, takes place in time periods where women have dowery's and suchlike. The readers' dad and betrothed are asses.

Chapter eleven: The Fires of Kashyyyk

It was supposed to be so easy, the mission was so effortless all members of Clone Force 99 had grumbled about it being assigned to them.

Why the jedi were wasting resources maintaining the hold on the forests of Kashyyyk was a mystery. The separatists were in retreat according to recent intel and if they kept pushing them to the opposite coast there wouldn't be a reason to evacuate.

Not to mention that Wookies were stubborn as banthas and trying to talk them into leaving their homes was difficult even without having to go through brain numbing translator droids.

Hunter had felt the rumbling of artillery machinery before he or anyone else could’ve heard it. But even with his enhanced senses, there simply was not enough time to get to safety before the barrage started. It was cruelly timed, and maliciously targeted. Taking out the bridge that connected the schoolhouse to the rest of the community. Before lazily picking off those who tried to escape or reach their children.

“Get back to the ship!” Hunter all but screams at Crosshair, Wrecker and Tech. It is as if on cue that the heavens open up to send rain down in massive quantities. And what isn't on fire becomes mush under his feet.

“We ain't leaving you.” Wrecker calls as droids begin their assault.

“Get back to the ship-”

“Hunter…” Tech starts

“THAT'S AN ORDER” Hunter screams when the trees catch fire, from artillery or the lightning he cannot tell. He tries to dig his boots into the mud, but the wetter it gets the less traction there is. As the sky darkens, the separatists cut all power to the city.

Crosshair meets Hunter’s eyes and with a single nod the sniper yanks his brothers towards the Havoc Marauder. With one hand tight on his viroblade, and the other on the barrel of his blaster, Hunter takes off towards the school.

It’s a mess of rain, mud, and fire. He loses count of how many times his feet slip, and by the time he reaches the bridge to the school, Hunter is the only person left standing. Injured Wookies groan in the mud and when he calls into his com for medics an abandoned crackle replies to him. No one is coming to their aid, the separatists had them trapped.

Hunter can feel the young Wookies cry for help, his enhanced senses feel the wails in his bones.

The last bridge suspends itself precariously in the wind, and the thunder, or cannons, he can’t tell which, shake the ground. The schoolhouse sits in the strongest tree of the Kashyyykian woods. Like ewoks they live happily away from the ground, even the built up mud rests on wooden slats and clay bricks. The circular building cuts into the tree itself, housing the young ones protectively. The sturdy bridge sits unyielding in the storm. And by the time Hunter reaches the schoolhouse, he has to kick aside the steaming droids that lay in his wake. Soft calls of Wookies spur him on, but with the cut of electricity, the door doesn't budge, wedging his vibroblade where the latch meets the wall it cracks open, only to slam shut again as he dodges a blaster bolt from behind him.

More droids hit the wood with a resounding thunk.

And with his whole body weight thrown in between the wall and the door Hunter gets it open. And like a stream of water the kids run out and across the bridge towards the beach. One stays and calls to him while pointing back inside. And his rusty Shyriiwook understands there's someone else still trapped. Ripping off his helmet, he wedges that between the door and the latch to keep it open.

Inside the school house it’s dark, satchels and materials lay strewn about, and focusing himself, Hunter hears a faint call.

“scrascra, akraakra!” The child calls for his parents. “acwoanak cooscwooowhwo akanworacwo acwoanak!”

help someone please help!

Hunter has never moved faster in his life. And he finds the fawn coloured Wookie in the last room with their wrist caught under a fallen durasteel beem. Legs kicking feebly as they try to right themselves.

“It’s okay.” Hunter tells them. “I’m here to save you.” and with one arm under the shoulder blades of the child and the other yanking on the beam he lifts.

The small fuzzy child clings to him for dear life as they are freed. And even more so when another shell makes contact with the building.

Making his way back through the rounded hallways he shields the child from the dropping cracks in the wood. As he rounds the last corner, there is a man in an unmistakable separatist uniform looking down at the helmet that has allowed his entrance into the school house.

He’s young, too young to be wearing the general uniform that sits on angry shoulders. But the chopped hair and figure matches with legends and ghost stories that regular clones insist on repeating.

Volim Nython turns towards Hunter and the child with a sick grin. With a disgusting click and slurp of his tongue and mouth, he spits on the once pristine floor.

“I would suppose I have you to thank for the disappearance of my bartering tools.” He comments. Watching as the clone in front of him tightens his grip on the Wookie child.

“Children are not bartering tools.” He seethes.

“Of course they are, and I should commend your efficacy of dismantling the droids, but I'm guessing from the armour you’re no average clone.” If Nython was one thing, he was smart, wickedly so. Hunter braces himself as another bomb shakes the building.

“General, we’ve pushed the republic forces onto the beach, awaiting your order.” The comlink sparks to life.

“Pull back,” He says calmly, turning away from Hunter. “But torch the forest, I don't want anyone left.”

“Rodger rodger.” Comes the reply and Hunter hears the shells fire at an even faster pace now.

“Lovely meeting you.” Nython says, pulling a flame detonator from his pocket. “Tell me, was it worth it? Giving those kids the illusion of salvation for what? A few moments?” Hunter's jaw twitches in anger.

“I guess not then.” The monster says dropping the detonator and calmly sliding through the gap in the door, watching the clone dash into cover as the tree lights up. And he waits just long enough to see the tattooed man pick himself and the kid up again. He wants to look in the clone's eye, through the flames, when he leans down to pick the helmet up. And he wants to hear the man scream through the storm when the door slides shut.

Tags: @the-mandalorian-clone-lover @peacefulwizardfox @rex-meshla @s1st37 @and-claudia @kamino-mermaid @thelambandthewolffe @starwarsmeninhelmets

@bronvin @myeternalsin @sweetsunflowerkisses @loverofclones @beizm @gunsmoke-blu

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@starskenobiwan @lordellbell @kaetavlos @violetjedisylveon @​​vergol @Lackofhonor

[dramarants]

February Watchlist

Completed:

Run On

It’s slow, the characters can be kooky and awkward, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. A translator and a runner cross paths but it’s about communication, values, healing, family, duty, and so much more. Excellent side characters and arcs. 10/10 slice of life-esque rom com and that’s that.

Queen Cheorin

I know you saw the gifsets on your dash and how much the last episode upset ppl but this body swap, time slip crownery (👑🤡) rom com is so worth it. Great humor, fun characters, fantastic acting, solid tropes and romance, I came into it expecting it to be overhyped but it was a quality watch + plus excellent (sorta) queer rep! 🏳️‍🌈 8/10

The Tale of Nokdu

Historical rom com ft a man hiding as a woman to discover why assassins targeted his family (you know the drill). I wanted a light watch and unexpectedly, genuinely enjoyed it. I felt major crownery fatigue in the second half though, prolly because the other dynamics on the show were so much more interesting. Great female characters! 7/10

Mystic Pop Up Bar

Fantasy found family anyone?? Not my preferred genre but I wanted something low commitment and breezed right through. A spirit settles grudges to move to the afterlife. Sageuk elements, pretty visuals (the FL’s character design 👌👌). The show is predictable but fun since it doesn't take itself too seriously! 7/10

Uncanny Counter

It’s like Mystic Pop Up Bar but no historical aspect or ghost therapy and elevated™️. Grungy action fantasy ft. interesting world building, political villains, creepy evil sprits, detective work, red tracksuits, top notch found family (across realms!), and cool visuals. Excited for season 2! 8/10

The School Nurse Files

Tbh I’m still not sure what I watched or if I enjoyed it. A nurse sees jelly creatures and gets them with a toy sword. Poor world building and unclear, jumpy narrative for someone who never read the manga, but it’s short and mindless so it’s easy to finish. Unique slice of life meets superhero vibe. Some cute moments and visuals like A-reum’s arc and the nighttime whale. Appreciated seeing Nam Joo Hyuk as an older character and that his disability never magically gets better. 5.5/10

Two Cops

Fantasy action drama about a detective and a con man’s spirit joining forces, worth watching for Jo Jung Suk and Kim Seon Ho only. Nothing fancy or unexpected. Female lead is a totally 2D character. JJS and KSH’s dimples steal the show. 6/10 overall quality, 8/10 personal enjoyment

I dropped Lovestruck in the City but I only have a few episodes left so I might suck it up and get it over with.

Started: It’s Okay That’s Love

I think I overhyped this for myself. Psychologist meets crime thriller writer with his own baggage. I love the premise but I’m halfway through and the writing + female lead character is getting annoying. It’s just #olderdramaproblems (prolly) but I’m interested to see how things play out when all is revealed!

Into The Ring

Light rom com vibes. A bubbly, spunky girl struggling professionally runs for local office ft childhood friend to lovers trope. I’m still fairly early in the show but I’m liking it so far!

Airing: Vincenzo

That first episode was kinda all over the place and very slow, but I’m gonna give it a chance. 

2 Days 1 Night

[variety show] Sometimes I wonder if I just like watching Seon Ho’s face but then a fantastic ep where the whole cast makes me double over laughing airs and I remember why I fell in love with the show in the first place. Message @1n2d-s4​ to join the discord server! 

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Let me know what you’ve been watching lately - looking for more airing shows so I don’t keep bingewatching!

[athenadione]

Prompt #88 with Jayrae, with Raven as the person who got hurt. Pretty please?

Muahaha *cracks knuckles* don’t mind if I do. Thanks for the prompt anon! It fed my angsty soul. (Also, sorry all for the hiatus in updates. Life is... hard).

‘Toxic Vengeance’

Pairing: JayRae Words: 2,296 Rated: M - Warnings for cuss words, graphic scenes of violence, and major angst. 

When the knife slashes her thigh, it instantly feels like it’s on fire. 

With a hiss, she draws back. 

It’s as if someone pressed a red-hot branding iron to her leg, then twisted it deeper into the marred flesh for good measure—but instead of dulling, the burning sensation is growing at an alarming rate, spiraling up her entire leg. 

Another hooded figure dashes from her right, and with a wave of power she forces them back with a glittery black claw. They hit the nearest brick building with a thud. Another jumps from above to replace them, and she throws up a shield with her other hand, halting the strike of their sword in mid-air. More are filling the alley, coming from the shadows. The burning in her leg is now more of an afterthought as her adrenaline spikes.

I need to end this now. “Azarath. Metrion. Zinthos.” 

Her power flares, and strikes through the figure, sending it back, along with the others in one large surge. There’s a series of grunts, followed by the clattering of weapons, before all she can hear is her own harsh breathing and blood from her heartbeat rushing in her ears. 

Amethyst orbs search the alley with skepticism, expecting another cohort to flood the street. Another minute of scouring, then she releases a breath when she’s certain it’s over. 

The attack had happened the second she turned the corner to investigate the stain of dark magic covering the adjacent building. She had been following whispered rumors of a rising national occult for weeks, eventually leading her to Crime Alley of all places.  

A groan escapes one of the men. Her attention shifts to see him lying slumped against the wall, hood fallen. His face is covered in old ancient markings, confirming both the reasons for her suspicion and dread. 

The marks of Scath. It appears her father’s followers are growing in power. Now, she needs to find out why—and who is behind it. They know who I am and purposefully drew me out here. This is more than I anticipated.

Is their leader someone I know? Maybe Blood? 

As the adrenaline begins to flow out of her body, she becomes keenly aware of the burning pain that’s replacing it. When the burning in her thigh flows down to her toes and up the side of her body, she realizes that her heart rate hasn’t slowed and neither has her breathing. 

Glancing down at her leg, she curses at the blood flowing freely from the wound. It’s deep, and is now starting to bubble. A bright red streak grows across her leg—a clear sign of inflammation. 

Poison. It’s not one that she recognizes—nor is it one that her demon-half can expel. 

Not good. 

Once the severity of her situation sets in, so does her panic, and she stumbles when another flare of pain sends her head spinning. She staggers over to the brick wall, laying one arm against her forehead. It’s covered in a thin sheen of sweat. 

It’s too late to call Nightwing or Batman; They wouldn’t be able to make it in time, and she doesn’t know if she has the capacity to transport herself to the cave. 

There’s only a handful of other people she trusts that knows more than just the basics of toxicology. 

Black specks dance along her vision and she tries to blink them back, shaking her head with considerable effort. 

There’s only one other option.

With the last of her failing strength, her eyes blind an iridescent white, and inky black tendrils snake around her, enveloping her into its depths. 

A moment later they release her and she stumbles across the threshold into a musty apartment. It doesn’t help that it’s completely dark, and the pound of her heart now seems louder than before.

Somewhere within the confines someone curses loud.

Her thoughts are becoming more clouded, and it’s getting harder to breathe. There’s a growing fervency to keep walking, and she does, intent to find him. 

A heat sizzles over her skin, heightening at her thigh. 

She whimpers, and her knees buckle—legs no longer able to support her weight. She’s so out of it she doesn’t even brace for the ground. 

He catches her before she hits.

“Jesus Christ, Raven. What happened to you?” His breath tickles her ear, and she shivers—though from his voice or her wound she’s not sure.

“Ambush. Poison.” She gasps through another wave of burning pain that shoots all the way up to her chest. 

Another curse and she’s being lowered against his door as fingers begin to ghost over her body. 

“Where? What kind?” He finds the wound and bright emerald eyes flare as they meet her. They swirl and morph into one before her eyes, and she blinks, swallowing back a sudden wave of nausea. 

“Alley…knife…I don’t know. I’ve never… ” she trails off, barely getting the words out as her shortness of breath increases.

“Fuck. Fuck,” an arm presses her shoulder back when she begins to slump over. “You cannot pass out on me princess. I need you to stay awake.” 

“Sorry,” she says, slurring her words. She’s growing exceedingly dizzy and her vision is blurring faster. She can’t get enough air to breathe. 

Something jars her. “Raven, stay with me.” 

Her heart feels like it’s going to tear and claw its way out of her chest, and for a moment she thinks it is. 

It beats faster, and faster, and faster.

“Rae, open your eyes. Look at me.” 

But then it stops. 

“Raven.” 

And all she knows is darkness. 

.

“Stand by. Preparing to shock.” 

There’s a loud, involuntary gasp, and a charging whine. 

“Shit. I swear to God you better not fucking die on me Rae.” 

.

“Evaluating heart rhythm… no shock advised. Continue CPR.”

The sound of pumping compressions fills the air. Green eyes glow as they glare at her prone figure.

“Breathe Goddammit!”

When he bites his lip, it’s hard enough to draw blood, but at least he managed to blink back the sudden, unbidden tears that had formed at the corners of his eyes.

He tries not to shake his hands when he hears her sternum crack underneath the heel of his palm. 

. 

“What are you doing on this com-line Hood?” The growl in his ear is laced with caution, and he can’t blame him. At least he answered. 

He gets to the point fast. “It’s Raven, she was poisoned. I don’t know what it is, but I think it’s systemic,” he pauses as the voice in his ear curses. “She’s coding Nightwing, get someone to my apartment now.” 

There’s another tense pause as Dick listens to Jason’s sharp exhales coinciding with his compressions. 

“Where?” 

“The one closest to the Alley, on 3rd.”

“Z will come teleport us. AED?” 

Jason stops and sits back on his haunches as the defilibrator analyzes again. The machine’s response only heightens his fear. 

“No shock. Continuing CPR, it’s been a few minutes,” he swallows thick as he checks her carotid pulse again. Nothing. “I’m losing her godammit, hurry the fuck up.” 

“On our way.”

He immediately cuts the transmission to focus on his task.

One, two, three, four, five...

.

He doesn’t know how much longer he’s been counting to thirty, just that he’s done it over and over. 

A cacophony of motion behind him almost interrupts his concentration. Someone places a gloved hand on his shoulder with urgency. 

“She needs to be transported to the Watchtower as soon as possible.” 

Lips press together firmly, then he nods. Allowing Zatanna to intervene, she envelopes the empath in her magic. They leave the AED pads attached. 

In seconds, they’re gone. Then the others turn to follow. 

“I’m going with her.” 

Nightwing stills, eyes flicking to Batman.

The resounding silence is near palpable. Nightwing takes a tentative step forward, breaking it. 

“Little wing… I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” 

Fluorescent eyes shine with stone-cold defiance.

“You can’t stop me.”

Batman grunts—the closest thing he’ll ever get to an affirmation. It’s a sizable achievement, but he doesn’t feel victorious at all. 

She’s still in cardiac arrest, but if anyone can help her it’s Zatanna. 

And if there’s anyone that can overcome something like this it’d be her. 

Come on princess, come back to me. 

.

She codes three more times in the medbay. The crash team hovers as everyone else tirelessly searches for the right antidote. 

He doesn’t know what to do with himself. 

While he watches her Nightwing briefs him on her mission. He listens. It’s a distraction. Then white hot anger licks and gnashes up his chest to his throat with each word until he’s fisting his hands tight to hide the tremors. 

“... I thought it might be Blood but assassins and poison isn’t really his style. Do you think the League could have something to do with this?” Nightwing asks beside him.

His response is slow and level, revealing no hint of the turbulence of emotion that lies underneath, “I don’t know, but I’m going to find out.” 

Nightwing gives him a pensive stare, but says nothing. 

Jason narrows his eyes. 

Dead. They’re all fucking dead. 

.

They’re able to create one an hour later. He doesn’t think he’s ever been so relieved to see someone breathe. 

He waits until she’s stable before slipping away. The teleporter still recognizes him as Robin, and he’s not sure what to think about that when he steps onto the platform. 

Batman gives him a look that he acknowledges as both a warning and a threat; But why should he care? He lost respect for that man a long time ago, and doesn’t give two shits what he thinks.

Unlike Bruce, he’s not afraid to avenge those he cares about most through whatever means necessary.

.

A piercing cry follows the crack of snapping bone. Another finger, broken. That leaves seven more, and I’ve got all fucking night. 

“I won’t ask again,” comes a growl, “I want answers.”

The man’s panting is interrupted by a swift kick to the gut. He bends over with a groan, before he glares up at the Red Hood through one eye. The other is swollen shut. 

“Why would I tell you? You’re just going to kill me anyway.” 

Hood hums, cocking his gun. “True, but it’ll hurt wayyy less if you do.” 

The man spits at his boots, a mixture of saliva and blood. “Good luck. I won’t talk.” 

A malicious grin grows from underneath Hood’s mask. 

“Unfortunately for you, I don’t need it.” 

.

The hallway is empty, save for him and Nightwing.

Really it’s just a perfect place for a one-on-one scolding—and his brother clearly decides to take advantage of it.

“You shouldn’t have done that. He will retaliate. This is Ra’s we’re talking about.” 

Jason’s jaw clenches tight. 

“Who knows how many supporters he’s managed to convince that Trigon can fix all of their worldly problems? He could call on all of them at any given moment.” 

He bares his teeth. 

“You’ve made a mess, Hood. It’s going to take months to clean up what you did.” 

He can’t stand it anymore. “Are you shitting me? I did you all a fucking favor,” he points a finger in Richard’s chest. “I found out more information in an hour investigating my way than you all did in weeks. If you’re not happy with my methods then do a better goddamned job covering your teammates.” He nearly chokes on that last word, attention drifting to the unmoving woman in the room across from them. 

Dick’s eyes follow and widen, then narrow just as fast, and he crosses his arms. 

“You love her.” 

He should have known Richard would figure it out. Why even try to fucking deny it anymore?

“Yeah,” he winces when his voice comes out raw. “I do.” 

Dick raises a brow, unapologetic. “She’s not going to like what you did either.”

Jason doesn’t have the decency to look ashamed. 

“I know.”

He wonders if she would have done the same.

.

“The antidote stopped any further damage, but she remains comatose. We’ve deduced that her body’s gone into a healing trance to mend herself internally. There’s nothing else we can do but wait and continue to monitor.” 

He stares at her porcelain face, no longer resisting the urge to tuck a stray lock of indigo behind her ear. Even at rest her brows are furrowed—like she knows what’s coming.

He waits until he can no longer hear Zatanna’s echoing steps to draw closer to her, breathing in her familiar scent of incense and old books. It’s a welcome change from the sterile smell of antiseptic. 

“You’re really taking your time huh, sunshine? How rude of you, leaving me with these assholes,” he fingers another strand of hair before releasing it with a sigh. 

“You scared the shit out of me. Don’t do that again.” He gives her a mock glare, half-expecting her to glower back. When she doesn’t he swallows, and takes another breath. 

“There’s one more thing I need to do… and I know you’re going to hate it, but I’m going to do it anyway.” He imagines pools of lavender, ablaze with fire, and a mouth already poised to argue with a vehemence that makes him smile in the present. 

“I won’t be able to come back here after I finish, and I’m sorry I won’t be there when you wake up,” he takes her hand and squeezes. “But I’m not sorry for what I’m about to do.” 

The incessant beeping of the machines she’s hooked up to is his only response. 

He lowers his face, and brushes his lips against the crown of her head. 

“I love you.” 

Walking away from her is hard, and he almost turns back.

But he doesn’t.

[httpsgfg]

happy 9 months to this bad bitch!!

it's sappy o'clock look away

yeah yeah another one of these

look, i won’t drone on about how shit this year has been we’re all well aware and past that. what i want to focus on is the joy and refuge that i have found here thanks to this album. i don’t think i have ever been this surprised and taken aback by an album before? in the best way possible. i was a casual listener at best, a local if you will. i knew the Hits i just never felt the urge to dive in...but that all changed as soon as i heard red desert. genuine and utter shock? no words to describe it really. i went down the youtube rabbit hole and well i’m a wholeass clown now. i don’t really contribute anything as i can’t edit, i don’t write, i never planned on immersing myself in the fandom per se. i thought i’d just come here to reblog pretty moving pictures and talk to myself in the tags, i had no idea i’d meet such kind and wonderful people and actually make friends? i’ve been in and out of So Many fandoms and never really found that sense of belonging to a community like i have here.

everyone i have come across has been so caring and kind and friendly. i appreciate the effort and love you put into each gifset and edit, every chapter written, memes and all. moreover, i have watched you all support each other through this difficult year and all the shitty hands we’ve been dealt and i couldn’t be more proud of each and every single one of you. simply for being here. know that my inbox is anon friendly and always open. keep on keeping on, i love you!! @karajaynetoday @kindahoping4forever @ashtcnirwin @blackbutterfliescal @cakelftv @mukeaf @mikeycliffords @bandsanitizer @calmfolklore @notinthesameguey @twilightmomentswithyou @ghost-of-you @ashesonthefloor @devilatmydoor @tekweela @ashtonsunshine @afterlows @sexgodashton  and a few more words to those of you who made the effort to talk to me bc god forbid i do something first @clumsyclifford bella!! you were the first one to reach out and welcome me here and i will never forget that. thank you for bringing nothing but positive vibes on the dash, and thank you for creating the club and extending me an invitation that i’m still too much of a wuss to accept. discord and group chats can be overwhelming and i’d just end up lurking but i appreciate it sm♥ @rebelwith0utacause ana, my yugosos partner in crime!! where do i even begin? knowing there’s someone else from around here has made me feel right at home; thank you for the laughs, your cool older sis vibes, and everything else in between!! i am proud of you for kicking rona’s ass, working so hard, and being such a good pup mom and carer for mocha ♥живе биле велике порасле, ве сакам♥ @compulsiveidiota gigi my love. thank you. i enjoy our music talks immensely, not to mention yelling at each other during random michael/luke/muke photos spam sessions. please keep them coming. keep on bowling, barking, biting mean people, and being awesome♥

@wheniminouterspace shal. my fav crying-to-mitski pal. i hope you’re catching some zzzs rn and i can’t wait to see you wake up to new luke content!!!!!! also wayf supremacy!! had to put that out there. thank you for our always chaotic chats i enjoy them endlessly. i love youuu♥

@redrattlers em!!! i am still so amazed at how much our music/tv show/movie tastes match i could cry. the shared brain cell is strong in this one. i just know we would be the best of friends if only we knew each other irl too thank you for helping me spread the nbt agenda here. for sharing such good music with me. for listening to my playlists? just for being rad as hell. i love your edits, i love your energy, i love having you as a firend, i love you♥

@lifewasradical amanda!! i am so incredibly proud of you and everything that you have accomplished this year!! congrats once again on getting your masters in the middle of this mess. balancing school and work and just life in general and still finding time to come here and be your lovely self, i appreciate it a lot. all my love to you and endi♥

@himbocalum hi nat!! i remember we started talking thanks to a music ask thingy and me just calling you nat right away as if we’ve known each other forever bc it felt too formal to use your full name shfjlsd. it is always a pleasure to see you on my dash sending plenty of calum content my way. still blows my mind you sat down and listened to a wholeass album bc i wouldn’t stop talking about it. and then checked out the other albums too. and indulged me and let me talk your ear off about them. thank you, i love you and i still chuckle every time i see your url. iconic♥

@kaleidoscopeminds meg. meg meg meg. i remember saying i’d name my firstborn after you/your url and i stand by that. you having a blog with this gorgeous lover of mine line is quite fitting. thank you for the constant supply of quality content be that relatable text posts, stunning gifsets, dead on moodboards.......[i am still not over the one you made for me tyvm] just thank you. for being you. please don’t hog all the talent. i love you♥

@calumsthood san. i am so sorry you had to scroll past all of that^ but i wanted to end this with you. CEO of squish content. i can’t tell you how much i enjoy seeing you lose your marbles over chaotic aussies. even the one i only know about thanks to you. please stop calling your crispee hq gifs/edits garbage. i am no longer asking. thank you for blessing us with on the record footage that you got from music dot apple dot com. for letting me drag you back into nbt. bless you. keep sharing photos of your adorable dog!!!!! i love you that is all♥

[soulventure91]

Destcember 2021 - Day 2

Zaya yesterday, Rille today!

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12/2 - Trials

“So - Eris.”

“What, dustwalker?”

Rille smirked even though Eris Morn was far too distant to actually see that smirk. She paced carefully over one of the massive underground vaults the Hive had built, cloak drifting on a faint breeze from an atmospheric generator nearby. Her own Ghost - still unnamed, even after at least a year since he’d raised her - flitted around on watch, though sometimes he’d glance at her with what might have been impatience. Or exasperation. Rille blinked the com back open now that she was sure Eris was listening.

“So these catacombs, right - the deepest dark spot of Luna,” she began as she paced on towards a large opening in the nearest wall. “Exactly how many other raised superpowered people have gone down there?"

“I would not recommend it,” Eris answered coldly - or colder than usual, at least. “It is the sort of trial that few endure.”

“Yeah but you survived.”

“Barely. Do not test it.”

“You’re going to go in anyway, aren’t you,” Rille’s Ghost groaned. “We’re going to die, aren’t we.”

“You’re such a downer, live a little!” Rille insisted with a grin as she secured her helmet and raised the hood of her cloak. “Let’s at least take a look, and we’ll get out as soon as it gets especially hairy. Deal?”

“Your definition of ‘especially hairy’ is a lot looser than most,” the Ghost sighed, but vanished into his pocket. Rille hefted her hand cannon as she hopped through the hole and began her descent.

As the darkness began to close in, her Ghost re-emerged to turn on his flashlight, though it didn’t help much; Rille could only see about five feet ahead with his white-bright beam. She probably should have been afraid. Eris had told her enough horror stories of the dangers of Luna ever since they’d found each other. But all Rille felt was the rush of adrenaline, excitement catching as the unknown encircled her. Each step further into the catacombs left excited tingles on her skin, under her armor. All she could even hear was her own breath, the soft rush of air in and out of her own nose and mouth.

She was about to skip over a break in the floor when Rille heard the hiss and scream of Hive about to attack. Rille brought up her hand cannon just in time: a knot of thrall sprang up in front of her, and with a few quick shots and stabs with her knife they were dispatched.

Until another wave of them appeared. As did a line of acolytes on the other side of the gap. Rille grimaced as she kept slashing at the thrall, even as their claws began to rend her armor -

Dark

- gasping for air, surrounded still. The acolytes had a clear shot as she tried leaping over the thrall -

Dead

- howling, pulling her Ghost close to her chest as Rille jumped, ran, jumped again -

Cold

- made a final mad dash, not even trying to fight the massive wave of Hive that now pushed her back out of the catacombs. Rille managed to scramble back to where she’d first made the plunge, tripping over her own feet to sit against a low wall and pulling a rifle that her Ghost brought into her hands with a thought. But the Hive didn’t chase after her, pulling away from the opening and the ambient light streaming down from the uppermost edge of the Hellmouth. Rille kept her gun raised as her sharp breaths slowed and her panicked heartbeat settled.

“...how about...we never. Do that. Again,” her Ghost pleaded as he perched on her shoulder. “Please.”

“...make another go next week?”

“You’re insane.”

“It’s a good test! And it’d be nice if we ever get to Earth we could brag about having gone down there!”

That night Rille had her first nightmare of that wave of Hive. She went again the next day.

[pricetagofficial]

Ghost -Part Eighteen

Warnings: Language, violence, angst, fear, panic, mentions of death

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Word Count: 3K

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A/N: Oops??

The days passed slowly, but Rory was growing more comfortable in her position with the Titans. No one but Tim knew that she was Ghost, and the other four were asked to keep it on the down-low that Rory was even with them. The story that Rory and Tim gave the rest of the team was that the League of Assassins was after her, trying to get her to join so Rory ditched the hero gig and went into hiding.

That was the story that everyone was supposed to give if anyone outside the team found out that she was there, and considering that the story was mostly the truth, they weren't asking too much of their friends. It gave them plausible deniability, and Rory an out just in case it came to it.

It also helped that they were all scared of her in some shape or form. Even from her Arrowette days, Rory had a reputation of being good at what she did. She was smart, resourceful, and was skilled in multiple forms of combat. After revealing that she took down Superman in a spar twice, they seemed to tiptoe around her. Rory didn't mind it that much, she wasn't there to make friends. She was there to hide and get answers.

It had been two weeks since she arrived and the Titans often went out on patrol without her while Rory played guy-in-the-chair for them while they were out. She was smart enough that it benefitted all of them, and it gave her the chance to talk to people she enjoyed speaking with.

"So, is it just me, or are things really fucking slow lately?" Duke asked, his voice coming from the speaker to Rory's right.

She glanced between monitors while she watched Tim and the others walk around Jump City. "What, did I take all the excitement with me?" she chuckled, checking her phone.

"I don't want to jump to conclusions, but it really looks like it. Not one peep out of assassins here and a few of the rouges have been awfully quiet too. Ivy and Scarecrow were active for a couple of days but fell off our radar again. Bruce and the others are waiting on more activity from her before acting." he explained.

Rory froze at the mention of Poison Ivy. It had been a long time since she had seen the supervillain, considering that she was in Arkham until after Rory had left Gotham. She was willing to put down good money on the fact that she had a grudge against Rory still, amongst other things.

"She doesn't know that I was back in town does she?"

"Why would that be important? Is there anything we are missing?" he asked immediately.

Rory scolded herself for mentioning it. Of course, Bruce and the others were keeping tabs on Ivy considering her past with her. It was embarrassing enough the first time when she learned what had happened, but now it just hurt. That was the night she first kissed Tim and even thinking about it brought up memories that she wanted to forget.

"Rory? Is everything okay? Did Ivy do something to you that we don't know about?"

Rory snapped out of her thought and shook her head. "No, I just have a let's say colorful past with Ivy. Bruce knows about it, but I'm sure she probably wants to kick my ass for-"

She should have been watching the screens more carefully, how could Rory have been so careless about it? If she hadn't have been lost in her own world, Rory would have noticed it sooner. There was no way she could mistake what she just saw, that shade of orange was ingrained into her brain.

"Rory? You there? Why would Ivy want to kick your ass?" The tone of his voice sounded panicked, probably close to how Rory looked.

"Duke, I have to go. Call you later." she quickly hung up before pressing the coms button to link herself with Tim.

"Tim! Get out of there now and get back to the tower as soon as you can!" she cried.

Tim froze in his tracks and turned, the camera turning with his body. "What are you talking about, there is no one here?" he asked.

"There is no time to argue! You and the others need to get back here now!" she snapped slamming her hands on the table.

Now that she thought about it, the other four were quiet as well all of a sudden. Their cams seemed to be normal, but something felt off. They were all stationary for way longer than they should have been.

Rory listened as he contacted the others, only for there to be no reply. This set her on edge even more, which was not a good sign. There was no way in hell that he had found her that fast and took out the other four Titans without her or Tim noticing.

With that last thought, the realization dawned on her. It wasn't the others he was truly after, the target was Tim.

As if it was confirmation of her thoughts, Tim's camera lost signal completely and she stared at a static screen in horror. Tim was in trouble and the others were most likely unable to help him. She was the only one who could.

Without a second thought, Rory dashed to her room and pulled on her Ghost suit, and grabbed her swords and handguns. She was not about to walk into this situation unprepared. Jumping out of her window, Rory grappled across the rooftops as she chased the small red blip that was supposed to be Tim. It was still active so that meant that Tim was alive, but not for much longer if she took her time.

The names of the streets blurred as she ran across the city, the red blip getting closer and closer. She had to get there in time, to save Tim. Just because they weren't together didn't mean that he deserved to die for her mistakes.

Soon Rory was on the same rooftop, but there was no one around. The tracker was activated by organic material and was placed in Tim's arm. if Slade removed the tracker, it would have shut down. It had to still be in him and he had to be alive.

With a sound of air rushing past her, Rory jumped back and saw a white arrow there in front of her with a note attached.

If you want him back alive and unharmed, go to the old abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. You have one hour or he will die.

Below the arrow was a pigeon struggling for breath and had a large incision on its side. Taking a deep breath, Rory dug her fingers in and let out a shaky breath at what she was holding. It was the tracker from Tim's arm. She watched as it quit sending a signal and the red dot disappeared from her radar.

He must have done something to the others for them to not respond immediately, and Rory was scared to find out what it was. What were her better options, go and save Tim alone or try and find at least one of the others and risk wasting time and Tim dies as a consequence?

Rory let out a cry of rage and kicked the now dead pigeon across the rooftop, he knew just how to manipulate her into these impossible positions. She was playing his game once again, but if she could win last time then Rory can sure as hell beat him again and again until he finally quit and left those she cared about alone.

This would be the last time Slade Wilson interfered with her life, Rory was going to make sure of it.

Shoving the note in her pocket, she tried once more to reach one of the others. It took a couple of minutes but she managed to get responses from both Superboy and Magician. "Is anyone there? I need a response sooner than later." she snapped.

"I'm here sunshine, what the hell happened? I feel like I got hit by a bus and that's saying something." Superboy groaned through his com.

"One second I was keeping an eye on downtown and the next I was dragged from the roof and was knocked out. I'm guessing the same happened to the others?" Magician asked.

Rory let out a huff. "If only it were that simple, Tim's in trouble. He took the four of you out so I would be lured out into the open. Safe to say that it worked." She took a look around the city and then at her clock. She was wasting time by playing catch up, when Slade made a promise he made sure he fulfilled it, and if he said that Tim would die if she didn't show within the hour, then it was going to happen.

"What do you mean he is in trouble?! Who is this he!? Sunshine, you better start explaining fast." Superboy snapped.

"Deathstroke, he has him. He did this to drag me out of the tower. If I don't show up in the next hour, he'll kill him." she explained. "I just wanted to make sure the rest of you were okay before I left."

"Rory, that is the stupidest idea I have ever heard out of you. You really think that you will make it out of there alive?" Superboy growled before he let out a groan. Whatever it was that Slade did to him, it was still affecting his body.

"You need to get back to the tower, I'm not sure what he did to all of you but I can hear your groans of pain. Magician can check you over back at the tower. If Wonder Girl and Impulse are okay, have them on stand by in just in case I need a quick getaway."

Rory could hear Superboy start to argue her point, but then he let out another groan and there was a thud from his side of the link. Slade had to have used something on him, Superboy was their hard hitter outside of Wonder Girl and made sure that they were out for the count.

"Magician, take him back to the tower," she ordered. "I'll radio once I'm close."

There was a hum of agreement and Rory heard Magician mutter a series of spells before there was nothing.

"Who the hell put you in charge Sunshine?" Superboy asked, trying to breathe through the pain.

"I'm the only one who wasn't knocked on their ass. Besides Wonder Boy, I have years more experience than the rest of you including our fearless leader. Now shut up and get the help you need." With that, Rory signed off and took off across the city towards the address on the note.

It didn't even take her that long to find the warehouse, no more than twenty minutes. Slade had given her a full hour, so what was the catch? Was she at the right place, or was he planning something specifically for her once she arrived?

Taking a deep breath, Rory jumped down and swung through the nearest window shattering it as she landed in a roll. Bracing herself with her hand, Rory took a quick look around. The warehouse was dead silent, no sign of any living thing not even a groan from a captive Tim.

Narrowing her eyes, Rory scanned the area before she went further into the building. Whatever it was, something was messing with the video in her mask. The screen was glitching every few seconds and she couldn't get a full reading of the building.

"Of course," she muttered and removed her mask before tossing it to the floor. Slade had to have brought her to a building that knocked out her mask's sensors. It wasn't something Rory needed it was more of a precaution, but she knew that Slade probably had some dramatic reasoning for it.

Slowly she rose to her feet and walked across the flooring, she stayed silent as the night listening for a sign of anyone or anything closing in on her. Floor by floor, Rory ignored the slow-growing headache as she checked every room for something she could be missing that could give her a clue to where Tim was being held.

She could feel her body getting more and more sluggish by the minute, but brushed it off as typical exhaustion. It wasn't until she got to the ground floor that Rory figured out that Slade was holding Tim captive in the basement. Looking at her clock, she had at least half an hour to find Tim-

Rory shook her head, that couldn't have been right. Not even three minutes ago, the clock she had just under 35 minutes and now she was down to five. The lingering headache that had been growing in the back of her head suddenly became stronger and her heart rate began to pick up.

She continued to take deep breaths and hurried her way down the basement steps, halfway down she tripped over her own foot and tumbled down the rest of them. Something was very wrong, she was never this clumsy even when she was drunk Rory was not clumsy.

There was only one door at the bottom of the steps, Rory's vision blurred as she tried over and over to reach the handle only for her hand to phase through it. Quickly she got angrier and angrier, why couldn't she just grab the fucking handle?!

She was covered in a thin layer of sweat now, and it seemed that her suit was choking her. Tugging at her collar, Rory finally managed to get a hold of the handle and pushed it open. The only thing was, there wasn't a basement on the other side.

In fact, it was daylight where she was now. Turning back to find the door, Rory saw that it was gone, and left in its wake was a familiar collapsed building. Rory swallowed the lump forming in her throat, she knew exactly where she was.

Rory was back in Star City the day that Slade killed her parents. Deep down Rory knew that they were not good people, but the version of her parents she knew could not be tainted by the knowledge that they were assassins, no different than she was anymore.

Hearing a cry behind her, Rory turned on her heel only to be met with a younger version of herself sobbing over the lifeless forms of her parents. Only this time, there was no Oliver and Dinah there to comfort her. Instead, they were dead next to Michael and Clara Sonnet with Roy at their feet.

Seeing them like that broke something in Rory, she let out a choked gasp as she pushed her younger self out of the way and tried to shake Oli, Roy, and Dinah awake.

"Please, Oli come on! Please! You promised you wouldn't leave me! I can't lose you too!" she sobbed before trying to shake Roy awake.

"This is all your fault." a voice spoke from behind her.

Rory snarled, ready to maim whoever it was that said that only to see that it was her younger self there staring at her with innocent eyes.

"Their deaths are on your hands, just like theirs are." Little Rory pointed behind the older one once more.

Taking a shaky breath, Rory slowly turned on her heel and the sight she saw was devastating. Instead of a crumpled building now, Rory was in Gotham again. There sprawled across the steps of Wayne Manor were the lifeless figures of Alfred, Cass, Duke, and Damian. '

"No no no no no!" she cried diving for them, trying to feel for a pulse. Her eyes met the lifeless gaze of Damian and she grew hysterical. He was so young, he didn't deserve this fate!

Her headache began to grow worse, and before her eyes Rory watched the scene morph into the Batcave. Across the floor of the cave were the last residents of Wayne Manor. Dick, Barbara, Stephanie, Jason, and Bruce were lying dead on the floor with gold daggers sticking out of their chest and a single feather resting on the keyboard of the bat computer.

She couldn't stand this any longer, Rory gripped her hair as she fell to her knees. It was becoming too much, every single one of them died because of her. Her body began to shake from the sobs she was trying to hide, even though she was the only one there.

A hand fell on her shoulder and Rory jumped to see Jesse's animated corpse staring down at her. Letting out a scream, Rory dove backward and away from her dead friend. This had to be a trick, Jesse was dead. She was there when they buried his body in Star City in the Queen family mortuary. That was the last time she ever saw him.

A long skinny finger reached out and pointed at her as Rory laid there in fear. "You did this to me, it's all your fault Twinkle Toes. You're a plague, a curse on those around you," he grumbled, Rory watched in horror as his hair fell out and his face became more sullen and maggots crawled out of the holes that once held his eyes.

Rory was close to vomiting at the sight, her heart rate was erratic and she was barely able to keep herself up. Her throat was sore as if she had been screaming and her hands and hair hurt like she had been pulling it this entire time.

"It's your fault Tim was taken and it's your fault that he died."

Those words struck fear in her heart. Her eyes went wide as everything faded away leaving just herself and a lone figure out in the distance, a figure she knew by heart. Rory ran as fast as her feet could carry her, she stumbled every few steps trying to get to him but it seemed that every step she got closer he would get farther away.

After what seemed like hours, Rory reached his body and rolled him onto his back. Tim Drake laid dead in front of her with a hole through his chest. Rory choked back a sob, Tim was dead and she wasn't there to stop it. She cupped his face letting the tears fall freely from her eyes as she begged and pleaded for him to wake up. This was the last thing Rory wanted, everything she did was to keep him safe, and here she was crying over his dead body.

"Tim, I'm so sorry." she sobbed. "I wasn't good enough..."

Pulling his upper body into her arms, Rory cradled his lifeless form burying her face into his shoulder as she held his body with a grip that could rival death.

[destinycaught]

❝ Can I please call people measly peasants? I’m, I’m begging. That’s so funny. ❞