#Back to Back

[adorkastock]

I think the worst part about actually watching a show that's currently being released is just waiting all week for another episode. Collab with @nyxnaiastock You watching anything rn??

[chaoticwriting]

I will find you, even in another life

*Tim's POV*

It's that weird dream again. He always has that dream. In it, he is some type of hero fighting against ghost. He never really get any full conversation between them. But he manages to piece together the dream one by one from the little information he has.

He remember he is part of family of four. One of them is a big giant guy in orange jumpsuit. The dad from what he remembers. Then there is a lady with h brown hair and teal jumpsuit. She is the mom from what he can tell. And lastly is a girl.

Yes. That's the only thing he has about her. Even though he has dreamed about many things in that life. Tucker. Sam. Ellie. But he can never see, hear or remember the girl. It's not that him in the dream don't interact with her. It's like something or someone is blocking him from remembering her.

And it is so damn frustrating. It's like a piece of himself is missing. Everytime he sees her, he will feel this weird calm feeling. Like anything will be okay as long as she is there. And that makes it more frustrating. He doesn't know why he is feeling that. But he feels like he needs to know. Like it is an essential part of why he is him.

Ugghhh. Maybe he should finish the case first. Babs has been asking him to update that report.

*Babs' POV*

Hmmm. That dream again. She wonders what is wrong with her. Why is she always dreaming about the same thing? In her dream she is a sister of sort to a kid. Her relationship with him is a little rocky at first but it becomes better later on.

Though she wonders why she never get any information about this kid. Whenever someone tries to mention him, the name becomes static like an old tv. His face either in pictures or real life is covered in irremovable fog that keeps bothering her. Even his voice sounds like an incomprehensible to her.

But no matter what, she knows one thing about the boy. It's that no matter what happened, she will always love the boy. That tender feeling she gets whenever the boy come to her for his problems or when they play together. She is familiar with that feeling. It's almost like a mother looking over their children. Not quite. More like an elder siblings looking at their younger siblings.

Whenever she thinks of him, a deep rooted sadness comes out of her heart. It's feels like a mother weeping for their children. When she talks it with Dick, he says that is what he feels like when Jason died. She really hope that the reason she feels this is not because of what she thinks.

[ivysangel]

Jason as a nibbler, a neck biter, a vampire. Not literally, he doesn't need blood to survive, no, but the way his mouth somehow always finds your neck, always finds a way to catch his teeth on your carotid, you'd think he did.

He comes up behind you so innocently sometimes, his hands ghosting over your hips and his hair tickling your jaw. His beautiful, soft, jet-black hair that is so quickly replaced with sharp nips of his teeth. You pull away, pushing his head back with your hand, and he groans; what did I do, his eyes say when he lifts his head to look at you. "You're biting me." you point to the teeth marks on your neck, indents a little deeper where his canines were. "I'm loving you."

You patiently wait for the day he gets carried away and accidentally draws blood, the day when the permissiveness of your flesh gives way to this indulgent behavior of his. He'll nose at the tiny droplets of blood collecting around the puncture wounds, licking and laving as a pool of iron collects on his tongue. Pulling away, looking like a wolf who's just devoured its prey, with blood smeared on the tip of his nose and his pupils blown wide.

He'd tasted blood before when he'd punched too hard, when he'd been punched too hard; the taste was always bitter in his mouth, too metallic, and always lingering long after he'd washed it away with water, but not yours. No, yours was welcome, just as bitter and metallic but also sweet? Comforting? Welcome? Yes, welcome. He'd welcomed you into his life a multitude of times, made room for you in places he'd previously thought to be too cramped. In his home, in his mind, in his heart, but the one place he could never figure out how to integrate you was his body.

Of course, he'd had sex with you, let you touch him in ways he had never been touched before, seen him at his most vulnerable, but it would never be the same for him as it was for you. You could never be inside of him the way he was inside of you. He thought he'd never know how it felt to walk around with ghosts of you inside of him the way you did when he came too deep or stretched you out too much. He thought he'd never know what it felt like to carry a part of his lover around with him outside of a material object. Now, he knew otherwise; he knew there was an alternative—a painful, bloody alternative—but an alternative nonetheless.

[geevesthevieve]

Summary: Two scenes after the world falls down on them. Two different moments in time and in life where they wonder what they mean to each other. Two similar situations that reflect each other like mirrors as they face the heavy weight of potentially losing each other.

Two brothers carrying each other home.

----The first in a series of fics of Dick and Jason being there for each other.

(I wrote this months and months ago with a plan to have two parts. I will finally be posting that second part today!)

(Also, the amazing @ashrayus sent me the BEAUTIFUL art that she was inspired to make from the first chapter of this!!! I can't get over how talented she is! Definitely go check out her work!!!! 😍)

[vigilante24ish]

🌙 Moon Phases 🌙

Agatha Harkness X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1100

Chapter 28:

Evanora's ghost might have left Agatha's body and be defeated, but it was not over yet. For Alice's power kept being absorbed by Agatha.

At first, Agatha did try to pull more; a subconscious need to get some magic into her system like someone that had been thirsty for too long and was finally given water.

However, hearing the shouts of the coven and seeing Aice weakening face; Agatha realized she was killing her. She did try to stop, but her body kept absorbing the magic, draining Alice with each passing second.

"Y/N! Do something!" Alice shouted, turning to the frozen you.

"I can't! My magic will kill her!" You confessed amongst the ongoing panic.

The nature of your magic was special, pure one might say it. You could blast Agatha, but she would subconsciously draw your power, too. The only issue is the fact that if she dared to absorb a lot of your power; she would die.

"Do something!" Jen insisted, and yet you remained where you were.

You knew she could not be stopped, for you had never seen her do that. Once she got even tackled and body slammed and yet she kept absorbing; ending only when knocked unconscious or all the magic had been absorbed.

And you could not harm Agatha, not to that degree to make her stop. All you could do was watch helpless as Alice's skins started to wrinkle and dry; literally being suck alive.

During the chaos, Teen took notice that the Ouija board thrown to the side was alive, or at least the pendulum was moving. He wasted no time rushing towards it, hoping it would offer some help...any kind of help before it was too late.

"Who are you?" He asked, and immediately, the pendulum started to spell letters. "N, I, C, H, O, L, A, S, S, C, R, A, T, C, H. Nicholas Scratch." The time on the watches beeped, as if accepting the answer. "Nicholas Scratch!" Teen shouted.

Suddenly, the familiar voice of a young boy echoed across the room. "Mama! Stop."

Your eyes grew wide, and the shock was big enough to make you lose concentration on your magic and let it die. "Little Nicky?" You questioned, desperately looking around for any signs of his ghost self.

You were not the only one affected by it, though.

The boy's voice and his nickname that you dared to say out loud bypass all the defences of Agatha and shock her to the core; resulting in her stop absorbing Alice magic and life force.

Wounded and emotionally hurt, Agatha looked around with hope of seeing her son; who had left her one night, and she never gotten to truly say her goodbye.

Yet she saw nothing for the timers on the wrist watches reached its end, the beeping sound unlocking the exit and also signalling the end of the trial.

"...no..." Agatha whispered faintly.

"Alice. Alice. Wake up." Teen shouted as he rushed to the fallen witch. "Alice, please wake up. Alice!"

His voice was filled with fear, and everyone focused on him, seeing Alice dead on the floor. She had been sucked dry, her skin parched and white; eyes wide open.

Agatha had not been interrupted fast enough, and now one more coven member was dead.

The magicless witch tried to approach, to check in case Alice was weakened but not dead.

Teen did not let her. His grief slowly turned into anger. "Don't touch her!" He shouted at Agatha. "She was protecting you. But you don't deserve it."

Agatha looked hurt, and she cast her eyes on the ground faintly. "I didn't,"

Yet her words fell on deaf ears as the boy was too focused on the dead coven member to even spare her a glance.

Seeing the looks from the other coven members and considering all the emotions running through her heart and mind... Agatha chose to leave first, needing a moment alone to control herself.

She had shown too many emotions with her mother's ghost, and she needed to mask it, to mask her weakness and not let the sudden change of Teen's attitude towards her affect her at all.

While she was out, Teen looked with desperation at the other witches until his eyes fell on you.

"Please, Y/N!" He begged, eyes glowing misty. Alice had been from the few good witches to him, and she did not deserve to die, not like this. "You saved me. Save her, too!"

Your heart ached at his desperation, but even you knew there was a limit to the miracles you could pull.

"I am sorry... this is beyond my magic, " you explained softly, glancing at Rio, who nodded her head in approval; a silent signal that Alice was beyond saving.

You looked back at Teen, who eventually let defeat and grief settle in; along with anger. Furious, he marched towards the exit, and it did not take long for Jen and Lilia to follow.

They left you behind with Rio, and you knew you had to leave as well. But first, you had to pay your respects to the witch; who should not have died.

You knelt by her body and gently closed her eyes, whispering a faint prayer as a sign of respect. There was no need to pray for her soul, for she would be collected any moment now.

Yet even then, after you finished everything, you did not move. Somehow, you did not wish to let Alice soul be taken; leave her all alone to realize she had died... just after she had broken that damn generational curse.

Rio remained standing close by, patiently waiting for you to get up. "It is done. She is beyond saving, " she reminded you, sensing your hesitation.

"I know," you replied dryly, no need for any reminders.

You knew damn well she was beyond saving. That did not make it any easier for you to just leave her behind.

Rio let a small silent sigh, her face softening. "Timor Mortis Morte Pejor," she spoke in Latin.

Those four words were familiar to you, not only cause you had mastered the language centuries ago and spoke it fluently... but because they had been told to you before.

"Fear of death is worse than death," you translated, and as you leaned back on the balls of your feet, you could not help but remember.

Remember the first time you heard those words... the first time you felt the blood of someone on your hands... the first time you met Rio...

The beginning of your complicated relationship.

Chapter 29

[call-me-copycat]

It's only in theaters right now but I like to be inclusive with my options lol

Coming online January 31st! I'll miss the days of only being able to see glimpses of it through people shakily recording the theater screen ‎(´-ᴗ-⸝⸝ก)

[dogwittaablog]

Twitter content is just unmatched regarding anything Nolan Patrick related

[evilhorse]

Thundercats (Volume 2) #11

[atsubie]

i have sooo many ideas for moodboards im looking forward to making everything♡

ill be working on them for a while ..... but i think its so worth it!

◝(⑅•ᴗ•⑅)◜ its boutta get lit

sssooo stay tuned☆

[discipleofmothra]

State of Hockey indeed!

[adorkastock]

You think you can challenge *us*? Pew pew!

[parallelity]

Killing myself because why does Martha come back for two episodes and witness the devastating deaths of: a hath who saves her life by switching places with her and her clone.

[schumi-nadal]

Ugo Humbert | Open 13 2025 🇫🇷

CHAMPION! 🎉🫡🏆🇫🇷

[bees-with-a-camera]

*opens ao3*

*immidietky sees two very famous fics*

*closes ao3*

[shirozen]

Back-to-back dipping