#Damn this got long XD

[mortiferumsomnum]

A Blanket Full of Stars

EDIT: MASTERLIST

Jason was 6 years old when Danny was born, and he remembered that Danny looked like a wrinkly monkey wrapped in Jason’s softest blanket that he could find in his closet. The blanket had all these stars and planets, and tiny little rocket ships that look like they’re about to crash into the moon. 

Jason giggled, because his baby brother looked like a monkey in space. 

Jason loves him. 

That day of his birth, when Jason held the little baby in his arms, he promised to be the best big brother ever. He’ll make sure that no one bullies his brother for looking like a tiny monkey, and beat up anyone that even tries to beat up his brother. He’ll read all the books the old ladies from the diner gave him, and turn on the radio when Danny wants to listen to music because Jason sure as hell can’t sing.

But his mom said they couldn’t keep him. They couldn’t afford to keep him.

Jason was heartbroken.

So, some social workers went looking for a family to take Danny in.

The day the new family came to pick up Danny, Jason held Danny the whole morning, not letting go of his baby brother who was sleeping so peacefully.

Danny had also gotten attached to Jason. He’d stop crying when Jason holds him, rocks him, carries him. He’d make little ‘num-num’ sounds when Jason feeds him. And when Jason talks to him, he’d reply with a ‘bwah!’ and an ‘awuwuwu!!’ 

Danny can’t lift anything yet, but he’d hold on to Jason’s finger. Danny can’t roll over yet, but he’d lay his chubby cheek on Jason’s shoulder. Danny can’t talk yet, but Jason just knows when Danny calls for him.

So, when the new family comes into the house with the social worker, Jason couldn’t hold back the tears. No, he couldn’t let go of Danny. 

Danny was still a month old! What if he gets sick in the car ride! What if the parents forget Danny because he’s so small? Danny might not look like a monkey anymore, but what if the parents leave him alone anyways? How can he trust these people to take care of Danny?

Oh, they have a daughter??

It doesn’t matter!! She is a 2 years old girl that’s crying when she saw Jason crying. She can’t take care of Danny! She can’t feed Danny, or bathe him!! Her tiny arms can’t carry him either!

Danny can’t go with them!

But his mom was crying with him. “I’m sorry,” she said, hugging him when the two parents took Danny. Jason’s head was hugged close to her chest, but Jason had a clear view of his baby brother. His baby brother that was making distressed sounds while being held by unfamiliar people. “I’m sorry, but Danny won’t be able to live a good life here, baby. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry.”

Jason hated this. Jason could take care of Danny, he promises! He can! He won’t even let his good-for-nothing dad touch him like the month Danny was with them!

But, when the baby girl, Jazz, was lifted by the giant man, Danny stopped making such sad sounds. Then, Jason watched as Jazz lifted her hand. And he was ready to run in and stop her from slapping his brother, but he stopped. He stopped because she patted Danny’s cheek so gently.

And Danny... Danny cooed the same way he would at Jason. Danny held the little toddler’s finger and babbled loudly, like he would when he’s being held by Jason.

Jason hated it. He hated the little baby girl. Danny was going to a better family, going to be taken care by a girl he’ll call his sister. And Jason will be forgotten! Danny won’t ever remember Jason anymore!

It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair!

Jason ran to his and Danny’s room. Well, his room now. All of Danny’s things had been packed.

Then, Jason saw the blanket. The blanket that made Danny look like a little monkey in space. It’s the softest blanket Jason has. And Jason doubts that the new family would have a blanket full of stars like his does.

“Jason! They’re about to leave!”

He picks up the blanket, folds it, and runs downstairs. Danny was all buckled up in the car seat the new family purchased just for him. He was sucking on a binky that the new family bought too. 

The new family saw the blanket Jason was holding. 

“It’s... It’s for Danny,” he told them.

His mom pursed his lips. “It’s not washed,” she said.

But Jazz made grabby hands towards the blanket. “Ish Danny’sh!!” she said, still reaching for it.

The woman, who was going to Danny’s new mother, smiled kindly and took the blanket. She unfolded the blanket, and laid it over Danny, who cooed loudly the moment he held the softest blanket Jason owned.

It wasn’t a spaceship, but Jason felt like Danny was being flown to a whole other planet. It sucked, and it hurt, and Jason was going to miss his monkey baby brother.

He looked into Danny’s car seat and patted Danny’s tummy. Danny held his finger and latched on to it. “Awu!”

Jason sniffed. “I’ll miss you, Danny,” he said. Then, he brought Danny’s tiny hand up to his lips and kissed it. “I’m going to miss you so, so much.”

Jason felt his mom’s hand on his back. “It’s time for them to go, Jason,” she said softly.

Jason huffed. Then, he looked towards Jazz, and gave her a firm look. “Take care of him, okay?” he said, to which Jazz blinked. “Even when adults think they’re taking care of their kids, take care of Danny, okay? He’s small, and he looks like a monkey.”

Jazz looked to Danny, as if to confirm he’s a monkey. She pouted at him. “No mo’key!”

Jason huffed, grinning. “Good, now I know you’ll take care of him...”

He stepped out of the car and stood beside his mom. When the adults were done talking, the new parents stepped into their car. And then, the car started.

His mom was waving. She was crying, but she was waving.

“Say goodbye, Jason,” she said.

He couldn’t do such a thing. He couldn’t lift his hand. And he couldn’t bring himself to talk.

Finally, the car started moving.

Jason couldn’t help it. The car was already a block away, but... but...

He ran. He ran after the car ignoring his mother’s yell for him.

“DANNY!!!” he cried, gasping and sobbing. He wanted his brother back. He wanted him BACK.

“DANNY!!!!!!”

The car turned. There was a traffic light that turned green. There was a truck.

“JASON!!!” he heard his mom cry.

But Jason... Jason was flying.

He looked up to see Robin holding him, gently landing in front of his mom, who ran up to Jason and hugged him tightly. “Oh, my baby...” she cried.

Jason... he... Jason cried, hugging his mom just as tight.

He couldn’t hear his mom thanking Robin, nor hear Robin ask if everything was okay. He didn’t feel his body being lifted and carried into their horrible apartment that smelled like beer. He didn’t feel himself being laid onto his bed. Jason scooted on instinct, but there was no tiny body that was going to be laid with him.

Instead, his mom told him to scoot near the wall, where Danny would have been. Jason would be the body that blocks Danny from falling. 

His chin trembled, but he scooted near the wall anyways. And his mom laid beside him, petting his hair and hugging him close to her.

“I miss him,” said Jason.

“I know, baby,” she said, kissing his forehead. “I’m sorry...”

Jason shook his head. “He’ll be safe with them?” he asked.

“Yes,” his mom said. “Safer and will grow up healthier. He’ll be loved and cared for. He’ll have a normal life, one that’s better than Gotham.”

Jason chose to believe her. He had to.

*******

Okay, so, I cried while writing this whole thing. And, I just--- Oh my godddd....

So, headcanons and notes for this AU!!

- As you’ve read, it’s a Jason and Danny as Bio-Brothers!! Jason is 6 years old uwu, and Danny was just born! Danny stayed with them for a whole month while the social worker was looking for potential families to adopt Danny. They came across the Fentons, who were more than willing to take in a child that came from one of the poorest of families in Gotham. They drove all the way to pick Danny up themselves.

- It takes Jason 3 whole months to get over Danny. He noticed his mom and his dad fighting more and more every day, until one day his mom was... weird. IT was the start of his mom’s drug addiction. This is also when Jason finds out that she’s not his actual mom, but she still loves him. She loves him so much, but she was also tired.

- Cue major events, like Catherine Todd dying over overdose, Jason meeting Batman, Jason in the middle of Dick and Bruce’s argument. What’s different here is that Jason ends up being a little bit closer to Dick, because Dick remembers saving Jason when he was smol. Dick visits the manor more often, only to spend time with Jason and nothing more (maybe for Alfred’s cookies too). Jason dies, Superboy-prime alters reality and Jason gets revived, Talia finds him, dumps him into the Lazarus Pits, blah blah blah, the rest is history.

- In Danny’s corner, who is now 15 years old, for a show-and-tell, Mr. Lancer prompts the students to bring something from their baby days that isn’t a binky or a baby bottle, and to tell the class about it in the most creative way they could.

- Danny tells Jazz about it, and Jazz remembers about the box in her closet full of Danny’s things of when he was a baby that she didn’t want her parents destroying. She brings it out and shows it to Danny, and he finds the blanket. 

- “Heh. Looks like even when I was a baby, I was into space.”

- Jazz had a strained smile on her face. “Yeah. Mom and Dad said that it took you 3 whole years to let go of that blanket,” she said. But her smile was still strained.

- Danny furrows his brow at her and asks, “What? What’s wrong?”

- Jazz sits Danny down. Her parents were going to tell him... someday... when they weren’t busy with their ‘job’. So, Jazz decides to just do it now.

- Danny finds out that he was adopted. Jazz tells him that her earliest memory was this older kid giving Danny the blanket, and calling Danny a monkey. “You held his finger and he kissed your hand, saying he’ll miss you. I think he was your older brother.”

- “I don’t understand,” said Danny. “Didn’t they want me?”

- Jazz nodded. “I asked Mom and Dad about it... your real family... they weren’t doing well. They were struggling financially. They said that the social worker suspected your real dad abusing your mom... I don’t know about your brother...”

- Jazz hugged Danny, who was crying. “They loved you so much, Danny,” she whispered. “So, so much.”

- Danny washed the blanket. After a wash, the blanket ended up becoming the softest thing in Danny’s room. He slept with the blanket, feeling a bit closer with his brother. Definitely his brother. It just felt right. And Danny knew than to ignore his intuition that was getting a bit too accurate now that he was half-ghost.

- Danny then asked Tucker to search about his family. “Todd, that was their last name,” he said. “My mom’s name was Catherine Todd, and my brother’s was Jason... My dad’s was... Will? William? Willis? Wilred? I don’t remember...”

- Tucker searched. And... “Dude... you’re... not going to like this.”

- “What? What’s wrong?” he asked.

- Tucker sucked in a breath. “I just want you to prepare yourself, okay? It’s not good news.”

- Danny frowned. “Just say it, Tuck.”

- Tuck gulps, but nods. Then, he shows Danny what he searched. Catherine Todd had died from overdose, Willis Todd was a crook that was murdered by Two-face. And Jason... his brother... he was adopted into a wealthy family! The Waynes! He managed to get into a prestigious school! And Danny wondered why Jason didn’t go find him? Did Jason ever think of coming to get him now that he was in a better place? And Danny, maybe he wouldn’t be going to Jason, but it would have been nice to reconnect somehow? Maybe not... They had their own lives.

- But then, Danny reaches the final paragraphs of the research results that Tucker put together. 

- “He... He died?” he asked, reading and rereading what happened. An accident. An accident killed his brother.

- But, despite Tucker confirming it, it... didn’t feel right. And Danny’s intuition was getting better and better, more accurate. So, if it didn’t feel right that his brother died, then his brother probably isn’t dead. Did he fake his death? No... that didn’t feel right. He totally died. Then...

- Was he brought back to life?

- Bingo, his intuition said.

- “Dude? Hey, dude, are you okay?” Tucker was patting his back, talking softly and trying to ground Danny back from his panic attack.

- Danny made a decision. He was going to fly towards Gotham. He needed to find his brother. Check on him. Check on how he’s doing. 

- After reassuring Tucker, he made plans. Then, during the weekend, Danny talked to Valerie to take over for him, along with Sam and Tucker, and he flew all the way to Gotham to look for his brother.

- He felt Death everywhere he flew. But he felt the calling of a malformed ghost-core. Jason? His intuition sang. So, Danny flew closer and closer, until he reached an apartment along a street that seemed abandoned, if it weren’t for the various gangster-looking people roaming along it.

- Danny transformed back into his human form, no longer feeling the strong pull, but a weaker version of it. 

- ‘JASON!!’ his mind seemed to scream. He was about to see his brother. He was about to MEET his brother!! ‘JASON!!!!!’

- He was about to cross the street when... the light was turned green... and there was a truck and...

- Danny was flying. He wasn’t transformed, but Danny was flying in the air, held firmly by some teen in a hero get-up and a domino mask.

- Danny was plopped gently on the side-walk he was aiming to get to.

- “Phew,” said the teen. And, wow, he’s only slightly taller than Danny. He’s probably the same age as him... or older. He looked Danny up and down before asking, “So, you doing okay?”

- Danny nods. “I’m good,” he said. Wow, he’s got a nice voice. And a nice body. Are those abs real? Or are those just kevlar linings??

- “Where are you trying to go?” the teen asked, snapping Danny out of his close to sinful thoughts.

- “I’m looking for my brother,” said Danny, clutching onto the blanket tighter, thankful that the teen saved him or else it could have gotten ruined. Sure, he’s been hit by buses before, but not while he was in human form!! “He lives on this street.”

- The way the teen’s brows rose higher made the hero look a little cute--- FOCUS DANNY! He’s not here for cute boys in hero get-ups!! Oh shoot. Oh man. Oh no... 

- “What’s your brother’s name?” the teen asked. And, Thank You!! Yes! THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT DANNY WAS SUPPOSED TO BE DOING!

- “You just look like someone who lives on this street,” the teen said, smiling a bit crookedly. OHHHHHHH WHY ARE YOU SMILING LIKE THAT?! THAT’S ILLEGAL! YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE A HERO, NOT A THIEF OF HEARTS!!!!

- Calm yourself, Danny. Let’s find out whether we are talking about the same person. Danny blinked. “What’s that person’s name?”

- “Peter Todd,” the teen said.

- Feeling a bit dejected, Danny shook his head. “That’s not the person I’m looking for,” he said. “I’m looking for Jason Todd.”

- “Jason Todd is... dead,” he said, a bit hesitantly.

- “No, he’s not,” Danny said, a bit firmly.

- The teen took him by the shoulders, and brought Danny’s face closer to his. He could feel the teen’s breath. It smelled like coffee and breath mints. “Legally, he is,” the teen said.

- That... that got Danny’s attention. He whispered back, “What do you mean by-- oh.” Legally, his brother is dead. He died, he came back to life, but to everyone, Jason is dead. So... “He has a new civilian identity?” asked Danny.

- The teen leaned back and nodded. Then, he pointed to a door. “That’s Peter’s house,” he said. Then, he aimed his grappling hook to the sky. 

- Danny stuttered a loud ‘thank you’, to which was responded to with a brief wave from the teen, who flew off to the next building over.

- Danny then went up to the door that belongs to Peter Todd. Jason Todd. His brother.

- Should he knock? Ring the doorbell? 

- Before Danny could make a decision, the door opened for him.

- And there, in front of him, was a tall man who looked like a more human and slimmer version of Dan, a white streak in his hair, and a slight stubble on his chin. He had the same blue eyes as Danny. And those blue eyes widened when Danny brought up his blanket. His blanket full of stars, and planets, and tiny rockets that he loved so much the more he held on to it.

- “Jay... Jason?” 

- The man’s chin wobbled, and Danny felt his own chin wobbling. Great. Both of them are going to cry. But, instead of saying anything, the man stepped towards him and brought him into a hug, a tight hug that’s so warm and full of love, Danny couldn’t help but hug back. 

- “Danny?” Jason’s voice was breathy.

- Danny couldn’t respond, only letting out a small sound that was a mix of a whine and a grunt.

- Jason chuckled. “Still a monkey, aren’t ya?”

- Danny felt Jason’s core calming the more Danny stayed with him, and Jason felt himself lighter than he had in years. It couldn’t be because Danny was here, but it is! It is because Danny is here!

- Jason invites him inside. It was quiet at first, the two of them just taking in the other, trying to process how real this was. And then, they began exchanging stories. Something light, of what had been going on for the past years they’ve been apart. 

- And then, the next thing they knew, it was already morning of the next day, and Danny needed to get back home. He gave one last hug to Jason, promising that he’ll visit again next week, and took off to the street, turning on his invisibility and flying back to Amity Park.

****

- Red Robin, or should we say Tim Drake, saw it all. From the moment Danny suddenly appeared to the moment Danny disappeared in the alleyway. He had just finished talking to Jason about some case they were working on together, although their relationship was still a bit rocky, when he saw the teen suddenly appear in the alleyway below Tim.

- Well, rocky relationship aside, Tim’s mind flew with a thousand thoughts a second when Danny confirmed who he was looking for. Danny knew for some reason that Jason was alive, but he didn’t know Jason’s fake identity. The teen knew where Jason lived, but he also looked like he was just going to go up some random door and hope that the person who opens it would be the person he’s looking for.

- Cass had taught him how to read sincerity of a person’s behavior, and Danny wasn’t hiding anything. He was sincerely looking for his brother.

- He was also kinda cute.

- “Tt. What are you spacing out about, Timothy? Your face is making a weird expression,” said the Demon Brat.

- Stephanie snickered. “Give him a break, Dames! Our dear Timmy-Wimmy’s in Wuuuuuuv~!”

- Tim sighed.

- Anything else that happens? It’s for another day <3

[hauntingblue]

Ace...?? they cloned my beautiful wife...

[justxaxstrayxkid]

Small and low quality Mizuchi ft smol baby Yato

It's been a while. I miss these posts :(

[osamusriceballs]

Heat - Part II

Part I II Part III

Suna x fem Reader

Warnings: NSFW

Words: ~1,3 k

About: Just smut. 

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Your mate.

His arm gently wraps around your waist with his other hand behind your head to force you to look at him- not that you actually could look away, even if you wanted to. Not when your mate is right in front of you. There is something in his eyes that’s captivating you, that’s making it impossible for you to look away, something that pulls you even closer to him. His scent is overwhelming from the short distance, and every fiber in your body screams and begs for you to get closer, to bathe in his scent, to beg him to take you and fuck you and breed you-

“We’re gonna leave you alone. Get inside, your neighbors are gonna call the police if you do... that... outside.” The words from the other dark-haired male cause your attention to shift for a second, and you eventually break eye contact with the handsome man, who is still holding you close. The last sane part of you urges you to follow that advice, to go inside and lock the door, so you can spend time alone with your mate and finally let him relieve your urges- and you can’t  suppress a moan when you think about the actual mating that is about to happen. About how he will fuck you brainless and cum inside of you, how he will mark you and bury his teeth in your skin, being the most intimate with you that two mates could ever be- The three alphas look at you when another whimper leaves your lips, the tension in their posture evident to you. They are probably able to smell your arousal even from that distance and still being unmated, your scent must drive them insane. 

Your mate slowly comprehends his words, but the desperate moans that leave your lips cause him to focus back on you again, his body deliberately shielding you from the eyes of the other men in that process. You can feel how tense he is, his chest raising heavily for one last time before he briskly gets on his feet, pulling your body with him while he does. He sends one last warning growl to the men, an obvious threat, a silent promise to rip their throats if they even dare to step closer to you- and they quickly step back and give you more space.

Your mate takes a step in your apartment and pushes you inside as well, quickly shutting the door with his foot, but still making sure that you both maintain physical contact all the time. This time, he’s pressing you tightly against the door, your back meeting the cold surface, and your body almost gives up when you face your alpha like this- his attractive face impossibly close to yours, his hot body so close that you can feel the heat he’s radiating, and the bulge in his pants that tightly presses against your stomach. You can almost feel your slick dripping at this point, and you can’t stop yourself from wrapping your arms around him and pressing your face against his shoulder.

He closes his eyes, breathing deeply to maintain the last bit of composure. But you have other plans- you grab his shoulders and pull his neck closer to your nose, deeply inhaling his scent in an desperate attempt to calm your racing heartbeat.

“I’m... Rintarou.” He speaks slowly, the words barely audible, but his deep voice sends another wave of need through your body. His chest is pressed against yours and you feel like you could explode any second at the close contact. “I need you- Rintarou- alpha,” you whisper, knowing that he’ll hear and understand you when you’re so close to him. His body tenses at your words, at the word “alpha”, at his name leaving your lips- before he pulls back abruptly and grabs your chin to lift your face. His lips meet yours in an instant for a messy kiss- more like a clash of your lips, his tongue quickly pushing its way inside of your mouth when he leans forward to feverishly deepen the kiss. You’re too distracted from the make-out to realize that he brought his knee between your legs until you feel him pushing it against your wet core. You whine into the kiss, your hips involuntarily rutting against his leg to get some friction, to get some relief for your aching body- 

“Please- please, take me- I need it, I need you so bad-” the desperateness in your voice is not even the slightest bit concealed while you kiss down on his neck, right where is scent is the strongest, wanting nothing more but to be surrounded by his addicting smell.

“Fuck- please don’t say that, I can’t hold back when you’re like this, omega.” His knee bucks up to meet your rutting hips, and you almost scream in pleasure when your oversensitive clit finally meets some friction. “Yes- yes- your omega-” 

“Mine. His hands suddenly roam to your sides and wander under the fabric of your shirt, pressing his fingers against your hot skin and feeling your body close to him. “Only mine now.”

“Please, please-” is the only word you’re now capable to voice out, and you almost cry out when he moves his hand to cup your breast under your shirt and massages it roughly. “Yes, yes-” your body is on fire, your head thrown back while he starts to kiss down your neck roughly, leaving marks and bites on your skin that only fuel the fire inside of you. “I’m gonna make ya cum like that, my pretty little omega. Make a mess for me.”

“I can’t- you need to touch me-” you whimper but your body keeps on moving with him, his scent overwhelming and making it impossible for you to focus on anything else but him. 

On his fingers that keep on kneading your breast roughly, finally slipping under the flimsy material of your bra and pinching your nipple- 

On his hand that rests on your hip and holds you in place, his fingers feeling cool against your heated skin-

On his leg that’s between yours and keeps on rutting against your  pussy- and his lips that greedily move down on your collarbones, licking over the spot that will carry his mark later- and that’s when you snap. Your back is arching and pushing your breasts into his face, your legs caging his thigh when you ride out your orgasm, incoherent words leaving your lips while your body releases even more slick, the wetness running down his bare thigh now, but he only curses how “fucking hot his omega is”, and “keep cumming for me, omega, don’t stop”.

You barely realize how your hand is somehow wrapped in his hair, your other hand holding his shoulders for support when you finally calm down from your high. “Fells good, huh? Such a sweet little omega. So pretty when you cum for me,” his voice is laced with lust and you nod vehemently, his constant praises making your cheeks hear up from embarrassment. 

He made you cum without even touching you properly- and it was literally the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had, nothing compared to any other heat you’ve encountered so far. His lips meet yours once again, and you feel how he tries to kiss you softly, but his body is craving for more. The bulge in his pants presses even harder against your stomach, aching for attention- aching for his mate.

You quickly drop your hand from his hair to between his legs, resting above his clothed hard-on for a second, your eyes begging for permission to touch him, to feel him too- and he nods curtly, a growl leaving his lips when you palm him through his pants. “Fuck- so eager, my pretty mate?”

Every word of him makes you whimper, your body heating up again, the release before barely giving you relief, when you get needy again, still needing your alpha to fuck you. Your movements get faster, desperate, your body trembling when he keeps on playing with your breasts, fondling roughly and kneading, a growl leaving his lips once again when you boldly sneak your hand in the elastic fabric of his pants and underwear and touch his bare cock without hesitation. His breath hitches, his hips rutting forward when you grab his impressive length with your hand to pump him- and that’s when his rut fully kicks in. His hands suddenly rip your shirt, and he’s deliberately ignoring your shrieks when he gives your bra the same treatment, not caring about anything but mating with you now. He doesn’t take his time before he removes his leg and rips your skirt as well, throwing the destroyed fabric carelessly on the ground. He grabs your wrist and forces you to pull your hand out of his boxers- and he resembles more of an animal than a human when he looks at you with his wild, lust-clouded, dark eyes.

“On the couch. All fours. Now. I’m going to mark you.”

[dingbatnix]

If in imprisoned sapnap got sick and didn't tell dream and it Got to the point he passes out would dream get worried and take him out? Would he feel guilty or let him stay out until he recovered? Does sapnap maybe say same things while delirius that he wanted to get of his chest?

Ooooh that's a good one. Hm, lemme think.

I think Sapnap wouldn't tell dream bc the principle of the matter, and just cause he's too prideful to really ask for help. Plus spite.

If Sapnap did pass out, it would take Dream a while to notice. Even on the good days, they don't really...talk. the best Dream can get out of Sanpan (fuck xD but I'm leaving that typo omg I love it xD) Anyway the best Dream can get out of Sapnap is maybe a string of curses, a critisization, or, rarely, a genuine question about what Dream's doing, but it's not very often. (Most of the time, Sap just ignores him.) Dream would only get really concerned if Sapnap doesn't say or respond to anything after a couple of days.

He might let him out for a bit...it would depend on when Sapnap got sick. If it was like, right after dream ate him, then no. Remember, Sapnap is suffering multiple injuries in that moment, like cracked bones and severe bruises, and even a large cut. If he drank a healing pot for sap, he'd be fine, but he won't.

If it were later in the timeline, maybe possibly, if Dream is feeling guilty enough. He'd probably just let sap out long enough for him to be stable and no longer 'passing out' sick, and then eat him again. (and maybe drink a regen pot for sap but you don't know that)

Sapnap, when delirious, would probably just cuss dream out. Even horribly sick, the anger and spite will prevail, I think

(fic we're talking about)

O taglist ig??? Idk

@brick-a-doodle-do @i-am-beckyu @da3dm @kayla-crazy-stuffs @local-squishmallow @skullsnbruises @munchkin1156 @gt-daboss

[emtjeejooblaa]

My OC Jupiter (◔д◔) Another old af character I'm working on resurrecting XD

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 || accepting

@dynamoprotocol sent; ☕ to a cafe (Rick!)

Cafes aren't Rick's usual place for a hangout. More so, he never really dresses up to go out to a place. Though, he remembered back in the day when he used to go on dates with Diane, he would. He vaguely remembered going to a café with her on one of their first dates.

It was supposed to be casual. Back then his style was very simple. A teal button up shirt and a white sweater vest on top, paired with blue jeans. It wasn't exactly the best thing he's ever worn, but Diane thought it was cute. She thought everything he wore was cute.

..... Damn, he's going to need a drink.

[unlockthestars]

Send hearts for how your muse feels // Accepting!

@caeloservare asked: oh dear, here we go-

Qrow: ❤️💜💖💗💗💗💗💗 Hazel: ❤️💜💜💖💗💗 Clover: 💗💛 💞 (❤️ but shhhh…) Ghira: 💜 (worry not, it's just an observation. The man's hot) Glynda: 💖💗sometimes 💓 Aster: 💓 Oscar: 💛 Salem (same would go for Robyn, Adam and Jacques of course too but I don't wanna spam you forever xD) : 💔

Popping this under a readmore, just for length!

❤️: Wants or is in a romantic relationship with them. 💜: Finds them sexually attractive. 💖: Finds them aesthetically attractive. 💗: Finds them romantically attractive. (x5)

"You feelin' okay over there, James?" he asks, teasing lilt to his tone. But he pulls the other man into a hug anyway. He'd be lying if he said he didn't care..., but as with anything, he's just....scared of what could happen if he lets himself get too close.

❤️: Wants or is in a romantic relationship with them. 💜: Finds them sexually attractive. (x2) 💖: Finds them aesthetically attractive. 💗: Finds them romantically attractive. (x2)

The idea that James Ironwood thinks so highly of him is still a little bit jarring. Part of Hazel doesn't know how to deal with it; it had been a long time since anyone had actually....cared about him, beyond his use as a tool. He hadn't realized what he'd been missing.

💗: Finds them romantically attractive. 💛: Loves them platonically. 💞: Feels attracted to them, but can’t work out if it’s platonic, sexual, or romantic attraction they’re feeling. (❤️: Wants or is in a romantic relationship with them.)

"Be still my beating heart," he says with a grin. "Should I come by later, help you figure things out?" They'd been through a lot together, after all, and there were definitely some feelings there.

💜: Finds them sexually attractive.

A little laugh leaves him. "I'm flattered, General. And if I weren't happily married, I'd certainly be interested, but as it stands...., thank you for the compliment."

💖: Finds them aesthetically attractive. 💗: Finds them romantically attractive. 💓: Is intimidated by them, but wants to be friends with them.

"It's nice to see your sense of taste hasn't been dulled, at least,"

💓: Is intimidated by them, but wants to be friends with them.

"There's no need to be intimidated by me, James," he says with a soft laugh, tail curling lazily behind him. "Though I seem to be getting that response a lot."

💛: Loves them platonically.

He hadn't known the General personally for very long, but there was a lot of depth of feeling there. They'd known one another for quite some time, beyond his experience of the man, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't care about him.

💔: Hates their guts.

"What a good little Tin Soldier you are, even now," she laughs. She doesn't care about him one way or another. He's....irrelevant, in the grand scheme of things.

💔: Hates their guts.

"Believe it or not, I don't hate you, General. I think we could have done some good if you'd told the truth sooner."

💔: Hates their guts.

He's used to humans hating him. Especially when he'd done nothing to them.

💔: Hates their guts.

"The feeling is mutual, I assure you."

[lieutenant-amuel]

fallen leaf for the best man valerio pls

Yay, think you so much!! I’ve waited for the ask about Valerio <3

🍃 [FALLEN LEAF] What's the darkest period of time your OC has been through?

Okay, I’m not quite sure how I can answer it without spoiling everything akjskdkd. Anyway, since I want to write but I can’t write anything for Was Born To Lead now, here’s another bad drabble from me, which is either too clear or too vague, I have no idea XD

Valerio was sitting motionless on his bed. It’d been five days since he’d moved into Matías’ house and all that time his luggage stood untouched in the corner of his room.

The usual surge of warmth he felt in those walls had dissipated with the thoughts escaping from his mind. It was empty. As was his soul. He couldn’t think of nor feel anything.

Leticia.

He lost her. Many years ago. Her death left a hole in his chest that would never be filled again. Her soft caramel eyes that sparkled with an undying passion for everything she was doing. Her radiant smile that could illuminate his life in the darkest hours and be the beacon of hope in his directionless journey.

She inspired him. She changed him. She was his everything.

But he had to move on. Because he had to stay strong. For her.

Those short five years of peace. The years when Valerio was truly happy. The years when he had nothing to worry about, when he thought everything was in the past and he would find a way to build a new, better life.

But he had to leave. Against his will. Again. He couldn’t do anything but succumb. He did. And he regretted it.

Smoke.

Fear.

Fire.

Pain.

Weakness.

Darkness.

He opened his eyes and saw his hands. His burnt skin and his scars. He heard surprised voices saying that was a miracle he survived.

He didn’t remember what happened to him until a shadow that heated his blood flickered in his eyes. His mind was clouded by the rage boiling inside of him, and the only thing he remembered that night was a deafening howl that still echoed in his ears.

You’re insane!

Valerio came back. And despite everything that had happened to him, he was happy. The chains that had been holding him back had been broken, and he could finally spread his wings and start a new life. And bring it to her.

But then she breathed her last breath, and it set Valerio’s wings on fire. He fell, and as he kept burning from the inside, he couldn’t fly up. Not that time. He didn’t have anything to live for.

Despite Valerio wiping his tears away, they kept streaming down his cheeks. He didn’t know what to do. And he didn’t want to know it.

OC Ask Game.

[lanternlightss]

the percy time travel fic was a banger would recommend :]

[slashingdisneypasta]

Principal Kingston is sitting at one of the long tables, flipping through a copy of Sports Illustrated. He looks up as the doors close behind me.

"Our little roach girl! Come in, come in. Mr Gabriel's finishing up in the back. Have a seat!" He indicates the chair across from him.

I sit and look at him warily.

"I have to say, I was surprised when Mr. Gabriel told me about your offer," he says, leaning forward over his magazine. "But I think it's fantastic that you're able to see the big picture here. Thinking outside the box and all that. And even if your reasons are a little misguided, I am happy to be doing business with you. People so rarely consider alliances with their enemies to reach the greater goal these days. It's a shame, really." He shakes his head, apparently at the shame of it all. "So! How are your classes going?"

- Evil Librarian, Michelle Knudsen

[mortiferumsomnum]

Soup Kitchens and Runaway Ghosts

NEXT>>

Dani let out a breath of relief. Danny’s injuries were all accounted for, and now he’s fast asleep on the makeshift bed that she made out of cardboard and scratchy cloth that is... semi-clean. There were still bandages that Jazz threw in a backpack that she packed for Danny before Dani flew as fast as she could out of their house, clutching onto Danny as hard as she could until she knew that they were safe and away from his parents and the GIW.

An old, abandoned apartment that seemed haunted (but not really) was the best place she could take them.

But with only clothes and bandages for Danny in the backpack, there wasn’t any food. She took a look outside, and deemed it still early for a few soup kitchens to still be open, especially for dinner.

So, she leaned down, patting Danny’s head, whispering how she’ll be back as soon as she could. She’ll just get some food for Danny and her to eat. She took her own pack, filled with ice-cream containers and plastic spoons that she’s collected over the months she went travelling.

Then, turning invisible, she flew out of the abandoned apartment building.

***

- Okay, so, what happens is that Jason runs a soup kitchen. He’s still Red Hood, and the people helping him run the kitchen are his Goons. But his Goons have no idea that Jason is Red Hood. They just think that Jason is someone Red Hood wants to help, and the Goons love helping the dude. Not just because he’s good at cooking, but because they actually feel like they’re doing something good when they help.

- There’s always a new face coming into the soup kitchen, new kids that ran away from toxic home environments, people who lost their jobs and became desperate, families who are trying to get by... 

- Then, Jason felt a chill run down his back and the Lazarus Madness in his mind hiding away where Jason couldn’t feel it. He looked around to what could have caused that reaction, and locks his eyes on his black-haired, blue-eyed child carrying ice-cream containers asking one of his Goons, Bill, if he could fill it up.

- Bill doesn’t ask questions. He told all of his Goons that are working in this kitchen to never ask questions when someone asks for more, or to bring some home. Just do it.

- She doesn’t eat in the dining area that Jason set up, instead tucks away the sealed soup and bread, and some eggrolls Jason taught his goons to make, and walked out of the place.

- The Lazarus Madness then returned, though still dulled and almost whining in annoyance in his mind.

- Shaking his head, Jason walked in to replace the empty pot of soup for a new one. Then, he turned to Bill to take care of the place, saying he needed to report to Red Hood something.

- “Is it the kid with the containers earlier?” he asked.

- “Yeah,” Jason just decided to reply. “I just have a... feeling.”

- Bill frowned and told Jason that he got it from here.

- Jason went out back, opened his security cameras to locate where the kid went. But, when he went to the time the kid walked out of the door, it was like she just disappeared into thin air! Jason wondered what was with the girl that caused the Lazarus Madness to crawl into near inexistence to the back of his mind.

- But Jason decided that he’ll look more into it later.

***

- The young girl shows up a the next day. This time, not only does she ask for the containers to be filled, she even asks for her water bottles to be filled with drinking water because the water jugs that were brought out were empty.

- Interestingly, the girl seemed more tense in front of Jason, squirming where she was standing and trying hard not to stare at Jason, looking away when Jason directs his gaze to her.

- Does she also feel how she’s pushing away the Lazarus?

- A question for another time. He had food to give out.

- This time, Jason and Bill were switched. Bill, his faithful student in the art of cooking, is in the kitchen cooking up more soup while all the other Goons were putting together some ham and cheese sandwiches. And Jason with some of the other goons were giving out the food.

- Jason calls for one of the other goons to change the empty water jugs with new ones while he fills her containers with soup, one container with some rice porridge, and another one with the sandwiches his goons put together. He gave enough that could be eaten for two people. 

- When Jason sees the state of the little girl’s water bottles (it’s the plastic water bottles, and it’s all crinkled up like paper), Jason tells the little girl to wait and goes to the back kitchen (noticing when he looks back how the girl relaxes as he leaves) to get one of his water bottles that he stole from Bruce that he wasn’t using. It was big, enough to be filled with four glasses of water.

- Jason could always steal another one. Not like Bruce was using them anyways.

- So, after washing the bottle, he steps back out, refills the bottle, and gives it to the little girl. Her eyes widen, letting out an excited gasp, seeming to forget how tense she was in his presence.

- “I can have this?!” her eyes were sparkling towards him, and Jason couldn’t help but let out a little laugh.

- “Yeah! I have plenty more where that came from.”

- The little girl stuffed the containers in her bags, and the water bottle last. Then, she gently brought her pack over her shoulder.

- With a grin towards Jason, she said, “Thanks Mister!”

- With a huff, Jason says, “Just call me Jason.”

- Repeating his name and thanking him again, the little girl was out of the soup kitchen.

- Checking the security feeds again, she disappeared into thin air just like last time. There is seriously no trace of her walking out the moment she exited at the same time as other kids. Either she’s really good at stealth and misdirection, or she’s a meta.

- Jason wouldn’t be surprised if she were one.

***

- For the next 3 days, the little girl keeps coming back with newly washed containers, and even comes over during brunch times. 

- But Jason notices how she’s getting more anxious as the days went by. So, on the 6th day she came over, Jason pulls her aside and asks her if there was something wrong.

- The little girl starts crying then and there. She has a kinda-brother, kinda-cousin who’s hurt from his parents hurting him, and he’s had a fever that won’t go down. She doesn’t know what to do, and none of the fever medicine she stole from the drug stores were working, and she tried getting the antibiotic ointment but Danny, her brother-cousin’s name, wasn’t getting better at all.

- Jason calmed the girl down. Bill, his most trusted Goon, said that he’ll man the kitchen. Jason should go help the girl.

- And Jason gathers some things that would most definitely be useful for some emergency first aid. Judging by what the little girl told him, this Danny would need to be brought to Leslie.

- Before they leave, Jason asks the little girl her name.

- “Danielle, but everyone calls me Dani, with an ‘I’.”

- “Does Danny call you that, too?”

- “We think it’s funny.��

- Jason is brought to a nearby abandoned apartment. On some ratty bed and covered by some blanket that was definitely stolen, lays a teenage boy whose breath was stuttering as he breathes. There was a cooling pad over the kid’s head.

- He ran up to the kid, and gasps when he feels the Lazarus Madness completely vanish from his mind.

- He ignores that for now, peeling off the blanket to take a look over Danny, who was sweating through his clothes.

- “Where is he hurt?” Jason asks.

- Dani tells him he’s hurt badly on his back and chest. He removes the shirt. The bandages were wrapped clumsily, but covered all the important parts.

- The important parts being wounds as if he was blasted by a ray gun, and cuts on his torso as if he was being dissected. A vivisection.

- “His parents were scientists,” Dani said from behind him. Jason turned towards her, and this time her eyes were glowing a familiar shade of green. He’s seen it many times in his reflection, but seeing it on another person made goosebumps rise on his arms. “I... I could explain what’s going on, but Danny can’t go back to his parents... Because his parents aren’t the only people who are after him... They’re probably after me, too.”

- “I don’t need you to explain to me,” he said, bringing out his things to perform emergency first aid. “But we need to bring Danny to someone who could heal him better, alright?”

- “No hospitals... he... his blood isn’t... normal...” she said, wringing her wrist with her hand, face scrunched up as if she doesn’t know what’s okay to tell him.

- Jason pursed his lips. He could... call in for one of his favors with someone the Red Hood knows. They’d ask for nothing except to repay him.

- So, Jason tells Dani to wait for him here. Don’t answer the door for anyone, because Jason will be coming in through the window to pick them up. He tells Dani to fix up their things, and to prepare because they were taking Danny to a friend of his who wouldn’t ask any questions no matter what he saw.

- Once he was out, and after feeling the Lazarus filling his mind up again with a vengeance, he calls Bill, telling him that he’s leaving the cleanup of the kitchen to him and the others. And that he’s also going to Red Hood for some help. Bill, who had also grown fond of the little girl who he shared his Stolen Femurs story with, was worried but told him to stay safe, and to keep the kid safe.

- After hanging up, he changes into his Red Hood gear, calls his illegal doctor, and drives his Hoodmobile (lovingly named by Dick - 9 years old at heart - Grayson) to the apartment where Dani and Danny were staying. But he also found some suspicious White Van, and some people in white suits holding... blaster guns? Those are definitely blaster guns. They were probably the ones who hurt Danny, then.

- Red Hood parked his car in a location he would easily be able to get into, and scaled the apartment to the floor Dani hid her and Danny in. He knocked on the window, lifting his helmet up a little to show his domino-mask-less face. He put it back on as he went inside. Just like he told Dani to do, all of their things were fixed. By the panic on Dani’s face, she knows about the suspicious people. 

- “I can carry Danny out of here without being seen,” she said. “But me and Danny could easily be tracked by them because of what we are... But I can be quick. I promise!”

- Dani didn’t even wait for his reply, something green shined in her hands, and she easily picked up the kid, easily floated into the air, and easily turned invisible.

- “So that’s how you managed to disappear from my cams,” he said.

- He couldn’t see her, but he could tell that she was grinning. He took their packs and scaled down the walls.

- But just as he landed, a blaster gun was pointed at his face.

- “Can I help you gentlemen?” he asked the men in white. 

- One of them was holding some kind of gadget that was rapidly beeping when pointed at Jason’s direction.

- “There are three ghosts in our current location,” the one holding the gadget said, staring pointedly towards Jason.

- “Well, that’s just rude,” he said, because he’s more of a zombie than a ghost, and immediately punched the one pointing the blaster in his face. He disarmed him, grabbed the blaster for himself, and disarmed the other men in white whipping out their own blaster guns. With every shot, a blaster was destroyed. And when Jason accidentally hit a pole, that pole had a melted hole, creaked, and fell to the ground.

- The blasters were stronger than Jason thought, and he was wondering how Danny survived such a thing. He took out a smoke bomb and through it to the ground, using the smoke to get to his Hoodmobile. (God, he hates that name.)

- Once he was in the driver’s seat, he dropped the packs beside him and called for Dani. “You guys in here?”

- “y-yeah! We’re in the back!” she said, letting go of the invisibility. Danny’s head laid on her lap, but his breathing seemed to be getting worse.

- “They’re this way!”

- “Shit.”

- Jason starts the car and starts driving. 

- The Hoodmobile is breaking every traffic law known to man, but so were the men in white’s van, which also had some built in blasters Jason knew Tim and Batman would secretly drool over. The vans seemed to multiply the more corners he turned.

- These men in white don’t seem to care about property damage, either. Or about civilians being affected or injured by the consequences of their blasts.

- Thankfully it was night, and Jason was calling for Oracle to respond.

- “Hood, who are the people chasing you?”

 - “No idea, but they pointed some blaster to my face. Called me a ghost with some gadget they use to track for some,” he said. “No matter where I go, they seem to be able to track me because of what I am.” He was using Dani’s explanation for this. He cursed and turned a hard left to avoid hitting a civilian. “I don’t know what the range for the gadget is, but I need you to disable it so I could get somewhere safe.”

- “On it,” Oracle said. But a few seconds of swerving around the road later, he heard Oracle curse.

- “What is it?”

- “Their tech is all protected by something. No matter how much I hack into them, a newer code just keeps coming in to stop me.”

- “Can you fry their systems?” Jason asked.

- “...I could,” said Oracle. “But we’d never get the information we need form them. Are you okay with that?”

- Jason snorted. “You know how I get my information,” he said, jokingly. “You Bats and your fancy technology got nothing on threatening people with guns.”

- With a huff, Oracle began typing rapidly on her computer. And, in 5 beautiful seconds, the Vans all screeched to a stop as the technology in their vehicle fizzles and pops in tiny explosions.

- Jason threw some smoke bombs outside his window, and broke even more traffic laws driving to the outskirts of Gotham.

****

NEXT>> (Masterlist)

[victorluvsalice]

And then I noticed how glowy Alice was getting and was like “Okay, Alice, YOU go out for Zoomies and get your Fury back down again instead -- try to be back in time for midnight, okay?” :p Look, she’d already used up her Somber Howl, and she didn’t have a meditation stool with her -- and who knows how good that would have been in the club? Much safer to send her running all over the town to work that Fury off.

Anyway, with her off, I directed most everybody to come down and start dancing again -- Smiler grooved with their robot buddy, while Victor actually managed to be a bit social and chat with Davion, Leslie, and Cletus! He even initiated a nice New Year’s toast for everyone to enjoy, right as Alice came back. He then wandered upstairs with them to watch some more TV while I had Smiler show off some of their sweet moves to Alice, including a pretty damn epic backflip --

And then I looked at the time and went “OH SHIT THE COUNTDOWN!” D: Yeah, I’d gotten so caught up in Smiler’s partying and showing off their moves, I hadn’t realized it was almost midnight! I canceled Smiler showing off the Pump-Pop and Alice watching them show it off and sent them upstairs to join Victor --

But it was already too late. Midnight had been reached, and the confetti on the TV had gone off. Alice, by some glitchy miracle, managed to fulfill the “Watch Countdown” tradition by getting to the top of the steps before it was fully over, but Smiler, bringing up the rear, did not. :( Which was sad, as that was explicitly a tradition they loved. Darn it. . .next year, guys, I promise! Fortunately, Victor was willing to give them a big old “Happy New Year” hug anyway. . .

Which made me think “you know what -- Smiler and Alice may have missed the official countdown, but that’s no reason why we can’t do some proper celebrations downstairs!” So I directed them (and Party Time) over to the corner by the bar, where Smiler got a hug from Alice as well, awww. Gotta keep things tight between the metamours!

[mcltiples]

@countlessrealities sent; The box in Rick's hand was shaped like a tall cylinder, its shiny black surface catching the light of the lab and reflecting it in the form of dark blue glows. He handed it over without a word, merely pointing the top of the box, to silently show his partner how to open it.

Once the button was pressed, a section of the cylinder automatically unrolled, revealing its contents. An artificial flower, leaves and stalk made of finely chiselled metal, the thin petals were of clear crystals and coloured red by the liquid that filled each of them.

"A-According to my researches, the red aster is the Earthen flower that symbolises 'devotion'. I thought it would be fitting." The tone he spoke in was flat as per usual, but there was a sharp, inquisitive look in his eyes. "I made it myself. Each petal contains a dose of a few poisons I developed. You can see which ones and get them out, like this..."

His voice trailed off, and he reached out to press the central part of the artificial flowers. A holographic screen was projected from it, offering the schematics and controls of the different parts of the object.

"The box is made of a crystal you can use to power up laser guns and bombs. You should be able to easily melt it and utilise the amounts you need to build your weapons."

[[ from Evil Rick to Weird Rick || someone put some real efforts and did researches for that X3 ]]

Being approached with the cylinder surely puzzled Rick for a few moments. The silent gesture of pressing the button to unlock the true gift something that caught his intrigue. After all, he knew of the skills that his partner possessed. Some of which he'd seen first hand and impressed him every single time.

And this would be no exception. As he did what was demonstrated to him, revealing the well designed flower, mimicking that of a real one. He couldn't help to marvel at it. The bright red poison within the petals, down to the metal and crystalized leaves and stem.

Truly showing the devotion, not only through the flower's meaning, but through the precision and craftmanship. Extremely fitting for the type of people they were and for the relationship that they had.

Shifting his gaze from the flower to his partner, he took a few steps forward, his hand lifting to brush soft knuckles against the side of the other's face. "It's well done, my kitten, very well done," He praised, letting his hand slide a bit, thumb catching onto the other's bottom lip, pulling it down teasingly.

"I have to say, it's been a while since someone gave me a gift such as this," He continued on, blue eyes glancing down at the pair of lips before him. "And nothing could ever come close as this -- what you gave me -- it's perfect."

Dropping his hand away from his partner's face, he walked over towards his own spot within the lab. Setting it down in a decorative place where it could be seen, yet, somewhere accessible in case if he ever needed to use it.

That act a display of appreciation. To show his partner that he meant the words that he spoke. And how he did intend to use it in due time. All he would have to do is find the right time for it.

[shortfeather]

For the hermnautica AU, can you tell me more about either Joe or Etho (they're my favs :)) or h-2 and the "threat within themselves" because that is intriguing me. This AU sounds super cool! Please infodump whatever to me :D.

Joe in this AU is a teacher! He usually teaches first-year college courses or community college classes, and he's the "everyone's favorite professor" sort of teacher because of his laid-back attitude and infectious passion for whatever he's teaching. He's on the Hermatrix Convoy because he knows Cleo, the first mate of H-3, and when he told them he had to move to another star system for his new job, she got him a discounted ticket on the Convoy.

(putting the rest beneath a cut because this got Long)

His species is Sol ancestry, Ionian-born, which is a long-winded way of saying he's a human from the moon Io in our solar system.

In this AU, there's one truly sentient species per star system, though not every star system is inhabited, and not every sentient species has expanded to space yet. When sentient species do expand to space, they tend to migrate across the rest of the planets and moons in their star system before going for interstellar travel, and although terraforming exists and is used to make new planets and moons habitable for the species in question, it can't perfectly recreate the conditions of their home planet. So after a few generations, you start seeing minor genetic differences based on what celestial body you grew up on!

That's why it's not enough to say Joe's human; all that tells someone is that his ancestors came from the Sol star system.

(Also, making him Ionian because that's also a music term... exactly my kind of easter egg fact for AUs.)

Anyways, Joe in the story is very much the glue that keeps the survivors of H-2 from mental collapse. While survival in the literal arctic is different than a typical classroom, he finds himself able to use a lot of class-control/attention techniques to keep some of the bigger personalities (Gem, Cub, Grian) from completely snapping. Ren, who was captain of H-2 and is now in charge, is very grateful for his assistance in keeping the group from turning on each other. He keeps things light, and does stuff like decorating the kitchen of the ship, which maybe isn't helpful for immediate survival but does distract everyone a bit on the worst nights.

When the survivors get into Subnautica's actual lore and discover the Architects (the aliens who previously inhabited this planet and have since mysteriously vanished, leaving only their buildings and computers behind), Joe is also integral to understanding their work!

He's not the only one working on the Architect stuff, though. Xisuma is a cybersecurity expert and does most of the decoding/translating. Impulse is a chemical engineer and does most of the science-y stuff that builds off of the Architect's data. In between that, there's Joe, who has taught and worked with dozens of species for over a decade, which allows him to look at the bizarre organizational skills and writing style of the Architects and turn it into something a little more Galactic-standard for Impulse to use.

And for the H-2 and the "threat within ourselves," that's also Subnautica lore.

When you crash on 4546-B in the game, one of the first things it tells you is that there is an abnormally high bacteria count in the water. This is Kharaa, a highly infectious, 100% lethal disease that can infect nearly any macro-organism in the known universe. The Architects brought Kharaa to this planet to study it in a controlled environment, trying to cure it as it ravaged their population back home. When it was accidentally released from a lab into the oceans, they set up a planet-wide quarantine to ensure it couldn't spread any further, and fled, because Kharaa is no joke.

(Heads up, the rest of this post talks about the ways Kharaa infects you. It can get pretty intense. If you're sensitive to the topics of infections, mutation/mild body horror, and mental degradation, maybe skip the rest of this.)

Kharaa first manifests as typical illness symptoms, almost like a nasty flu. After that, it goes dormant for a while as it spreads and develops within your body. It can take hours to weeks to fully develop, depending on how lucky you are, and it can only be slowed, not stopped (unless a cure is discovered.) After it develops to a full infection, it starts to express symptoms again.

When Kharaa moves on from infecting you to actually killing you, it starts by mutating your genetic code. This both causes glowing green spots to appear on your body as the Kharaa inserts its own code into yours, and can also cause dormant genes to suddenly wake up and change your appearance or how your body works. Those who were able to report their experience of this stage with any degree of coherence have unilaterally described it as agonizing and said that their body doesn't feel like their own anymore. Eventually, their organs failed from extreme mutation, and the patients died.

It doesn't stop there. Kharaa, like rabies, can also infect the brain directly. This causes severe mental degradation, most commonly exhibited as severe aggression, but paranoia, catatonia, extreme mood swings, and self-isolating behaviors have also been reported.

Again, these symptoms can be slowed with extreme medical intervention, but not cured, not yet.

Like most not-well-understood infections, it sometimes goes out of order, especially with as diverse a group of species as the Hermatrix Convoy survivors. Some of them never show physical mutations beyond the green spots, which are relatively painless. Some of them mentally degrade long before they show any physical changes at all. The H-2 survivors have much stronger mental symptoms than physical, whereas the H-3 survivors, who almost never go into the ocean, only manifest mild physical and psychological symptoms.

It makes it tougher, not knowing exactly how someone will fall ill, only that they're guaranteed to die unless a miracle comes.

The only saving grace is that the Architects say they were close. Across every facility the survivors discover, the last few entries all say the same thing: "We are on the cusp of discovery. We know Kharaa's weakness. We know the cure is on this planet."

Only one facility has an entry after that.

"Evacuation is our only option. This planet is condemned."

[kafka-ohdear]

no matter what is the situation or place or time is. things will always be the same.