#Jazz forgets that she’s a princess

[obsessedwithstarwars]

Phantom: You know you could’ve used your authority as Queen Regent of the Infinite Realms to stop him, right?

Red Hood: She could what? You’re a what??

Jazz: I was told to only use those powers in an emergency.

Red Hood: You didn’t think being kidnapped by a fucking robot ghost hunter out to skin us alive and hang our pelts as trophies on his wall constituted as an emergency?!

Jazz: No, that happens like every other Tuesday for Phantom here.

Phantom: …

Phantom: I was going to argue but yeah, that tracks.

Red Hood: un-fucking-believable.

[help-itrappedmyself]

Dead On Main AU Part 4

Masterpost

Jason listens carefully to Jazz’s half of the conversation, but Jazz seems to be mostly listening. Jazz says he’s taking him to Nasty for dinner, which Jason can’t say he’s excited about. He doesn’t know if Nasty is supposed to be describing the food or the place. Either way it is not comforting that whatever Nasty is, it is somehow a better source of food than his soulmate’s house. 

Eventually Jazz hands the phone back to him. 

“Everything good?” Jason asks.

“Yeah, your dad, Dick, and Tim are going to be driving me over, but It’s a long drive so Jazz will get you dinner and then you can do whatever. I have a gaming system, and you’re welcome to use my bed. If you need help finding clothes, or really with anything, then Jazz will help you.”

“Got it.” Long drive with B, Dick, and Tim. They’re all going to interrogate him immediately. While he’s trapped in a box with them for hours. “Hey, my family is really nosy and they will pry and they have no emotional cues so they will not know when to stop. Just… Tell them if they’re bothering you, and you don’t have to answer anything you don’t want to.” Jason doesn’t know who will be worse in this scenario. Bruce is going to interrogate him for literally everything, Dick is probably going to be all relationships and feelings, Tim is a nice in-between which just means he’ll probably support any and all interrogating. 

“Same goes for you. Jazz is studying to be a psychologist, and my entire family forgets that we’re not all test subjects for whatever they’re working on. Mom and Dad with their gadgets, and Jazz with her… studying and analyzing you. There are no boundaries.” 

“Oh, I’m familiar with that concept.” Jason chuckled.

“Well, given the circumstances I’d say if we can survive each other’s families that’s probably a pretty good sign.”

Kid is probably right. Fate and everything. 

Jazz goes out to clear a path to the door, making sure there are no weapons to run into. When she gets back she leads Jason out, but when they get to the ground floor Jason is grabbed. 

“Happy Birthday Dann-o!” The person holding him is tall. Very tall compared to Danny, and taller than Jason in his regular body. He has black hair and it looks like he's wearing a jumpsuit. After squeezing to the point where Jason couldn't breath for a second Jazz gets the man to put him down. 

“Dad, this isn't Danny right now.” 

“What do you mean princess, of course it is!” 

A woman comes around the corner to stand next to the man, she is also in a jumpsuit but she has Jazz’s red hair.

“Guys, it's his sixteenth birthday.” So Danny's parents remember his birthday but not how old he is? Could be that they’ve forgotten the significance of a person’s sixteenth birthday, but given it should be an important day in a child’s life, they should have remembered.

“We know it's his birthday dear.” The woman comes over to give Jason a hug as well, but this one is less painful. And she's tall too, Jason is not used to feeling this short anymore.

“Mom, Dad, this is Jason. Danny’s soulmate.” The both of them just blink for a second. Jason, this is Drs. Jack and Maddie Fenton, Danny’s parents.”

“Nice to meet you both.” Jason gets out.

“Well, this is wonderful!” Dr. Fenton-Maddie says. “Figures Danny would be the younger one. Are you going to be here for dinner?”

Jason glances over at Jazz.

“No, you told us that you would be busy, so we already made plans.” Jazz sidesteps the invitation. Jason couldn’t tell if that was true or a lie to get him out of the situation. Would they tell their son that they were too busy to have dinner with him on his birthday? He wants to think the answer is no. “Shame Danny will be missing out, but we’ll save his presents for him.”

“Alright, well you kids have fun then!” Maddie and Jack left as quickly as they came, rambling about something that Jason could not understand.

“They didn’t want to know where Danny is? Who he’s with? Where we’re going? Anything?” Jason turned to Jazz who had a pinched look on her face.

“Neither of us get up to much trouble, they’ve trusted us for a while now.” 

“Trust him to be magically transported who-knows-where?” Jason is almost stupefied by the utter lack of regard for Danny’s well-being. He is insulted on his soulmate’s behalf. “He could be in another country for all they know! They didn’t even ask!”

Jazz nods. “Best not to think about it. Everything is turning out alright anyways. Now come on, let’s get dinner.”

Jason is seething, but doesn’t think it will do much good to argue with her here so he decides to calm down. He startles a little when he realizes how easy it is to calm down in this body. Just decide to, and then move on. None of the lingering churning in his gut or fog in his mind. 

He frowns as he follows Jazz out the door, hoping that Danny’s not having too hard a time in his body.

[kittykatthatbitesback]

Hey! I love your beach head canons, and I would love to see your take on the Hazbin Hotel characters on a road trip/maybe a trip to a theme park? I feel like that would be cute lol.

Yes of course! This sounds so fun but I decided to make it a road trip to wherever the reader decides (Theme park, wherever)! This actually works perfectly as a prequel/sequel to my Beach Trip! Headcanons I've posted. Hope you enjoy!

Hazbin Hotel Road Trip! Headcanons

Characters: Charlie, Vaggie, Alastor, Angeldust, Husk, Sir Pentious, Vox, Lucifer, Adam, and Cherri Bomb

Charlie 🐐🫶

Originally wanted to be the one to drive, but Vaggie figured her inclination to be distracted by anything on the side of the road would cause everyone to crash, so Vaggie refused to let her drive at any point

Doesn’t even have her license so she wouldn’t be able to drive anyways so

“Ugh fine! Well, then, I call shotgun!!”

Went from Princess of Hell to passenger princess hehe

Was upset at not driving but got over it quickly as realizing she enjoys the view more than driving

“Oh my gosh look at those deer! Wait there’s more over there! Wait. Did we just drive past the rest area, I need to pee again!!”

Constantly nags the driver by chitchatting to them, regardless if they’re listening

A bad habit of hers is playfully hitting others when Charlie talks, but she forgets to not do this when driving

A couple of minor accidents nearly occur but she is unfazed

Is so pumped and asks to stop and look at any roadside attraction

It begins to become a bit annoying after a while

Vaggie ❌🥀

Is the one who drives for the most part on this road trip

Is a bit grumbly because she was woken up so early by an eager Charlie to go on this trip and needs her beauty sleep

Is the only one who can handle Charlie’s constant nagging and pushing, and is also the only one with a license out of the whole group, so logically the ex-Angel is the one who drives

Only pays attention to the road and not Charlie unfortunately for maximum safety

Is sipping on a large Circle K cup that she filled with Monster Energy prior to the trip

This just barely wakes her enough to watch the road

Has a bit of road rage but these guys are from Hell, what can you expect

Refuses to waste gas so only stops for gas when the car is literally empty

Empty like everyone else had to get out of the car and push it to the nearest gas station that was three miles away, empty

“Come on guys, we’re almost there.” She’ll say smugly sipping her Monster from within the car in the AC

Alastor 🦌📻

Was invited on this road trip, but ended up driving on his own to their destination

Yes, he doesn’t have a license, but he’s the Radio Demon he does what he pleases

Mainly decided to drive separately so that he could listen to his radio in peace without complaints or extra unnecessary noise

Is listening to jazz, and keeps on repeating the songs: “Fly Me to the Moon” and “Sing, Sing, Sing”

Also prefers to be alone, he vibes better that way and is more in his element

Drives the coolest, red, vintage pick up truck ever

All the girls and guys at the stop lights are just fawning over him but the Radio Demon can’t see anything past the road in his shades

Drives super fast and only stops for gas, which considering the age of his truck, ends up happening often

Angeldust 🕷️❤️‍🔥

Wanted to get one of those party buses with the strip poles inside but now has to make do with the crew’s giant van

Enough space to do lines of coke so it’s okay

Obviously snuck in drugs and alcohol, this is a given, it’s Angeldust come on

“I call aux!!” and plays his playlist titled Cunty B*tch

It’s a bunch of Ayesha Erotica, Kesha, Lady Gaga, Britney Spears, etc.

Screams all of the songs at the top of his lungs while hanging out of the window

“HE MIGHT NOT LOOK LIKE HE GETS BITCHES, BUT HONEY THAT DICK WAS ELEVEN INCHES!”

Husk has to pull him inside but he’s just having the time of his life

Loud as Hell but provides the entertainment, and Vaggie appreciates his music taste

Has to get Vaggie to pull over and proceeds to violently throw up all the alcohol he chugged earlier on the side of the highway as Cherri films laughing from inside the van

Immediately falls asleep after this embarrassing moment as the aftermath of his “fun” takes a toll on him

Husk 🐈‍⬛🥃

Was planning to catch up on missed hours of sleep by dozing through this entire trip, but Angeldust made this quite hard

Is wrapped up in a blanket, eye mask on, earplugs in, headphones on, neck pillow propped, and stuffed toy snuggled (HE SLEEPS WITH A STUFFED TOY OMG)

It’s a miniature Pegasus he named after his favorite drink: Whiskey

Angeldust, Cherri, and Adam won’t stop making fun of him the entire trip

This, plus Angeldust’s music, Charlie’s nonstop talking causes Husk to EXPLODE

“IF YOU ALL DONT SHUT THE FUCK UP FOR A SECOND!”

But his geared-up sleep ware makes him look a bit goofy as he shouts this, so everyone instead bursts out laughing

The feline just grumbles to himself as he decides to just stare out the window depressingly for the rest of the ride

Gets bored and ends up practicing Poker and Solitaire with the cards he brought

Is also keeping an eye on Angeldust who at first was off the wall

Once Angeldust passes out, Husk covers him with his blanket so he’s not cold (aww)

Sir Pentious 🐍🥚

Actually was the one who designed and crafted the van

The original van wasn’t big enough for the whole crew after Cherri decided to join in last minute, so of course the snake is going to build an ENTIRE new vehicle for his Cherri Bomb <3

Engineered the van for maximum comfort and refused Angeldust’s pleads for strip poles inside; “Thossse would be ssso uneccesssary!”

Instead, he included luxurious feet space, and AC and heater system throughout the whole van, seats with massaging for backs and feet, mini TVs on the back of each seat, and a fancy mini fridge for food

Also built miniature seats for his Egg Bois with built-in heating pads in case they get too cold in the AC

These Egg Bois have a really specific temperature range they can survive in, so those same heating pads were engineered by Sir Pentious to also work as cooling pads

“Anything for my babiesss”

Came extra prepared and was the only one to bring snacks and drinks to put in the cooler

Is constantly offering Cherri a water or coke whenever she is “looking a bit dehydrated”

Which happens to be every 2 minutes according to him

Is trying so hard to flex on her the fact that he built the van

“Ssssoo Cherri, how are you enjoying the back masssssage? I programmed it to perfectly meet the needsss of a beautiful lady like you”

Bro with 0 rizz somehow ends up charming her

Vox 🖥️⚡️

This TV ignores the mini TVs Sir Pentious built arguing they’re “not of top Vox quality”

Tries to hijack them to prove his point, but Sir Pentious is smarter than that and even his mini TVs are Vox-resistant

Ego bruised, now tries to hijack the radio to turn off Angeldust’s loud ass music, but Sir Pentious ALSO came prepared for that

Sir Pentious even shaped his seat and headrest to fit Vox’s big ass TV head perfectly, so Vox isn’t able to complain about anything

Now an upset Vox is left to sit in silence for most of the trip

Will chime in occasionally to the conversations but you can tell his pride was hurt

Spends his hours of silence to brainstorm ways to defeat Alastor

Lucifer 🪽🐤

Brought his rubber duckies to play house with them on the ride

To everyone’s surprise, knows all the lyrics to all of Angeldust’s songs

“What! I enjoy these too!” Proceeds to lip sync them in the most fruity way

Is Lucifer straight or gay? Bi? No one knows.

Is definitely that one person in a car ride to try to start a game of “100 bottles of beer on a wall” or the game of concentration

LIVES for these games

“20 questions” is his favorite

Tries to get everyone involved and yells at Husk once he sees he’s playing his own game of Poker

Husk suggests that Lucifer should play the silent game

Will try to convince the others to play by reciting them old dad jokes

This does not work

Adam 🎸🤘

Will definitely pig out on all of those snack Sir Pentious brought

“YO WHERE THE FUCK IS THE BEER”

Forces Vaggie to stop at a gas station 5 minutes into the trip to buy 3 twelve packs of beer

Is absolutely in his happy place with the massage chair, vast feet space, TV playing “Too Hot to Handle”, chips, and beer

Is the only one who manages to trash his space with wrappers, spills, and crumbs

Does not give a fuck

Has his window down, sunglasses on, and wind blowing in his face while he just yells

Shouts and catcalls to every hot chick they pass by

Brought an air horn to do that more efficiently while on the highway

Is seated next to Vox so is taunting and teasing him about the whole incident earlier

“Hmm not so tough anymore huh? Even these mini TVs are doing a better job than you!”

Is a bit of a menace

Cherri Bomb 🍒💣

Only joined last minute for the trip because she thought it would be lame at first

But Angeldust promised to bring along drugs and alcohol so she agreed

Made a certain snake sooo happy that she decided to come

Is constantly nagged by him throughout this whole trip but she has grown used to it

She even starts to think it’s cute how much he cares

Has to stop to go pee so often because of all the beverages Sir Pentious keeps offering her

Doesn’t wait for a rest area, will pop a squat on the side of the road

Sings along with Angeldust (and Lucifer??) to all the songs

Actually she’s the one who made the playlist and shared it with Angeldust ;)

“Ooh ooh skip this one, the next one’s even better!”

Brought an Erotica novel to read (she usually just skips to the good parts)

Is glad to be sitting next to Angeldust but still films him as he throws up so that they can joke about it later

Passes time with him playing, Fuck, Marry, Kill

She ends up answering Fuck to all the options

[an-idyllic-novelist]

Alastor with gender-neutral!reader Christmas scenario

warnings: established relationship, mentions of violence, ooc and fluff.

Inspiration came from @lbcreations-blog's holiday fic. The link will be here. Special thanks to @vikkirosko for giving me feedback on this segment before I posted it. Merry Christmas one and all! :)

Alastor could recall very little memories of the Christmases he had spent as a mortal. Time was a funny thing; it blurred, made your brain all fuzzy until all you can ever really remember are the people you had once loved. In the Radio Demon’s case, the honor of a preserved memory belonged to his mother. Recently though, someone else had been occupying his mind and creating new memories in Hell. You. His significant other. 

To celebrate the coming of the winter solstice and to bring some festive cheer to the Hazbin Hotel, Charlie thought it would be a wonderful idea to throw a little party in one of the ballrooms. Some decorations, good food and liquor, gifts. An ideal Christmas get-together, so to speak. You helped Vagatha with getting the supplies needed, and he just watched all of this chaos happen, occasionally helping when the princess absolutely insisted that he become involved. 

What caused the pleasant Christmas  jazz music around him to a screeching halt was the sight of a plant hanging over the archway leading to the main lobby coming from the elevators. And you were right underneath it, carrying a box of ornaments in your hands. Alastor definitely did not hang this up here, which only left two possible culprits: Charlie, or Angel Dust. Husk was busy minding the bar. Niffty is still in the kitchen preparing the food, and she knew much he despised being touched by anyone. 

Especially you. He told you as much in the early beginnings of your relationship, including how he would prefer to not engage in physical intimacy beyond hand holding because he did not like it. You always gave him a wide berth, respecting his personal space and being content with how things were, though sometimes…he knew you wanted just a little more. You just would not say it because you already knew he would refuse. 

In regards to this….scenario, everyone’s eyes were on him and you. Half-expecting him to give in and just give you a kiss on the cheek, or for you to take initiative and do the deed and be placed on his dinner menu. Neither of which actually happened. Alastor was fully ready to step away and forget about the entire thing until you smiled sheepishly, bowing to him and extending your hand to him.

“Care to dance?”

He felt the tension evaporate from his shoulders, replaced with a chipper tune and a round of applause from the audience. “Why, I’d be delighted, my dear!” Carefully lowering his gloved palm on top of yours, he pulled you to his body and swung you around to the trumpets of his shadows. His grin stretched as he watched you quickly catch onto the rhythm, laughing as he dipped you towards the ground, then back up and did a twirl. You spun around, breaking away from him and bowing to him with that lovely smile of yours. 

Oh, how lucky he is to have you, indeed~! 

Though if anyone were to try and kiss you under the mistletoe, he will remind them why he is in Hell.

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[goggles-mcgee]

Haunted Blessings

This is a ml x dc x dp idea!

Marinette had been fighting an akuma when it happened. It was this little girl named Charlotte who got akumatized because her parents had been ignoring her requests. A friend and party-goer who was at her birthday party explained that 'Lottie' was sad because her parents were too busy to hang out with her and when her special day came, they ignored her wishes. She had wanted a princess themed party with a hired Fairy Godmother that she had seen posters of. Charlotte had apparently taken several of the flyers to put around her house so her parents wouldn't forget what she wanted. They had said they would hire the Fairy Godmother, but the day of the party came, and instead of a Fairy Godmother, Charlotte got a clown...and not a good one either. The clown who was currently stuck in a cage looked like someone bought a cheap clown costume and thought that was that. He didn't even have makeup on.

Charlotte got so upset, and when she had asked her parents why the Fairy Godmother wasn't there, her parents had sheepishly apologized and said the Fairy Godmother was too busy to come to the party. Arnie, Lottie's best friend, said that was a lie because he heard her mom talking to his about how they forgot to hire the Fairy Godmother, and the clown was all they could get last minute. Thus, Charlotte became her own Fairy Godmother. That was her akuma name and theme.

She granted 'wishes', but it was really what she thought people needed. If she hit you with her pixie dust, she could see your wants and needs, apparently. Her parents wanted, no needed, to be by her side and dote on her. That's why they became a king and queen who followed her everywhere. Marinette had been doing her best not to get hit, but Chat hadn't listened to her small plan to distract the akuma while she went back to her house to get some Miraculi that could help and instead he had nearly got them both hit.

Marinette was tired. She had just wanted to hang out with Luka for the day and just have a nice lazy day where she did nothing but lay on the closest surface and lazily existed while Luka played his guitar. But nooooooooo. So there she was trying to escape so she could go grab Vipe-ard (Luka with a new look and name), Honeycomb (Bee! Aurore), and Mossflower ( Mouse! Mireille). They needed help, bad, and her intuition had been screaming that they needed the help of the Snake, Bee, and Mouse. She thought Chat had been covering her, but he got wacked. Who knows how far and all Marinette could do was stare in disbelief and horror as she got hit but the pixie dust.

The akuma cheered but then got quiet and just looked at her for a very long time. Hawkmoth seemed to be trying to talk to Fairy Godmother, but she ignored him. The akuma flew down to her, her eyes filled with tears and said, "You've done so much for us. You're hurting yourself to protect us, and I...I made it worse. I know what you need so I'll help! I'm a good helper!"

Marinette tried to argue or anything, but she was stuck frozen by the power of the pixie dust. She could hear Chat yelling her name before she felt magic gathering at her feet. Before she fell through the now open portal she heard Fairy Godmother one more time.

"You need a break. And help! I'm sending you on a vacation!"

The next thing she knew, she was landing on a roof hard.

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Danny would like to state for the record that as much as people liked to think, he knew what he was doing. The fact of the matter was he didn't. I mean, sure, sometimes he did actually know, but when it came to his ghostly powers, everyone and he included were in the dark. There were so many that developed and grew and evolved. Jazz ended up making him a detailed coded list. Now, for the most part, he knew how to use his powers and control them, but some were just so new ans he was just so busy that his newer powers took him by surprise when they acted up.

Case in point being right now. As he was fighting with Walker in the zone because of some shenanigans, he had zoned out when Walker had monologued. Danny had just been trying to free the wrongly imprisoned Infinite Beings from Walker's prison, and apparently, that was a crime, so here he was fighting when he should have been studying again. At some point, Ellie had arrived, and as much as he loved her, because he loved her so much, his Fraid instincts tended to take over if she was near a fight. He needed to protect his little sister-daughter-cousin.

It was a common thing, according to Frostbite. Danny, being the older of the Fraidmates, meant his protective instincts went a little wild when anyone he considered Fraid was in danger or something he perceived to be danger. But since he was a baby ghost still (lame), his instincts weren't easy to work around and talk sense into so he would become one-track minded.

So, really, it wasn't his fault! It was his dumb baby instincts that caused his portal powers to kick in and open a random portal to who knows where and fly like a bat out of hell to get Ellie and himself away from the danger. His portal spit them out thankfully somewhere loaded with ambient ecto, but they hit a roof hard. Not enough to break through, but enough to hurt a little. Both Halfa's groaned in unison, but it was a third groan that made them freeze.

Whilst he still had a hold on Ellie, as she was not fond of his Baby Instincts kicking in, really disliked how clingy he got. She was fine with his usual hugs. She even ought them out sometimes. But his instincts triggered her own set of Baby Instincts, and she hated it. But there was a little window of time where she would just accept it because of her Instincts and wouldn't just kick herself away, so with that in mind, Danny pulled them into a sitting position to look at presumably the only other person on the roof with them.

It was a girl! Probably around his age! She kind of gave off Liminal vibes, but like really really Baby vibes. Like newborn Liminal vibes.

Aaaaaaand his core and instincts have decided she was his responsibility because the next thing he knew, she joined in the cuddle pile courtesy of his levitation.

Great. Just great!

....Why was she dressed like a giant Ladybug?

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Maybe the world was laughing at him, but Bruce had been having a relatively quiet night patrol wise. It was just him and Dick tonight, and that always left him in a somewhat nostalgic daze. He was still aware, he was always aware, but it was like his mind had been giving him a break. Most of his kids weren't going to be in the Manor for a while, missions, school trips, or just little forced vacations had them away for a time. So, while the night had been nostalgic, it had also been a touch lonely. Dick had a way of filling up any space he was in but his eldest son could only fill so much.

Bruce loved the chaos that had become his home and life because of his children. Not having them there left him feeling wrong-footed. He missed them.

Maybe it was how he wished to himself that they were home, if only to help make it still feel like home.

Maybe it was the way the carefully patrolled Crime Alley since Jason was on a forced vacation/road trip with Roy, Arsenal and Bizarro.

Maybe it was the way doing so had him reliving his meeting with his brilliant yet jaded second son.

Whatever it was, Bruce and Dick had seen two separate portals open on top of an abandoned apartment complex that was going to be condemned and rebuilt per Red Hood's plans and orders.

There was no hesitation between him and Dick as they both grappled onto the roof. Whatever danger they had been expecting, it wasn't three teens huddled together near the locked door of the roof. All three looked at the two local vigilantes in surprise and open fear. They looked to be in rough shape, and two were 98% metas. The 2% went out to whatever other possibility they could be.

The boy hissed at them and somehow wrapped his arms tighter around the two girls.

Bruce could hear Dick trying not to giggle which made him sigh.

Really...only in Gotham huh?

[cespugliodifiori]

[Sooo i’ve recently watched Hazbin Hotel and the character Alastor has caught my eye 😭 like i’m so obsessed with him that it isn’t funny anymore- But anyways i’ve thought about some head-cannons for him(they might not be accurate and english isn’t my first language so if you find grammatical errors i sincerely apologize) THE END IS ANGSTY (sorry i just had to, i added a ‘dangerously yours’ reference)]

How would Alastor express his “love” for you

• The first time you met him he actually freaked you the fuck out, i mean he had that big smile on his face ALL THE TIME, it was creepy. But after a few days he won you over with his ‘personality’.

• I think that he isn’t the type to have a serious relationship with someone, but he would rather have a ‘soft’ spot for you.

• Sometimes he would open the door for you, if he’s ahead of you, but one time he walked faster than you so he could reach out for the door first and say “Ladies first!”.

• One time, while Niffty was playing with your hair (or horns if your oc has horns) you were doing a crossword. When suddenly Alastor sat down next to you and helped you with some words, since his vocabulary is much more expanded than yours.

• He would definitely keep your tea warm if you’re having a conversation with someone and forget to drink it, while he’s around.

• You always wondered why would he do these little things for you, he still made you somewhat uncomfortable when he’s around but that’s just the aura he gives off, right?.

• One time, while you were sitting in the small bar of the hotel, you were eating cookies and milk for breakfast, when accidentally a cookie fell in the mug and you were about to get a spoon, but Alastor used his magic to pick up the cookie, you were weirded out at first and looked at him suspicious but he only smiled at you, “when did he get here?” you thought while munching on the cookie.

• It actually made him smile more when he saw you laughing at his sassiness or at one of his jokes.

• You found his deer ears to be entertaining, of course you didn’t dare to touch them, but time to time he would make them move (like letting them react to noises yk-) just to see a little smile on your face.

• Sometimes you would listen to him on the radio, it seemed like he always knew when you were listening to him, so he would always be extra sassy.

• He would call you “my dear” “sweetheart” “honey” “little one” “my fawn”

• He would make Jambalaya for you

• One time, Charlie putted on some music to make the hotel less depressing than it already was, a Jazz song came on and you noticed that Alastor looked up from the journal he was reading, it was a song from ‘Frank Sinatra’ named ‘It had to be you’. You were looking at Charlie dancing and laughing with Vaggie they were so cute together!. Suddenly, you felt a poke on your right shoulder and looked but there was nobody there, when you looked back Alastor was in front of you. “Hey” you said smiling kinda freaked out but shrugged it off “Care to dance?” he stretched out his hand, you were a bit unsure since the rumors said that he didn’t like to be touched, but he wouldn’t have offered then, right? “Sure” you spoke while taking his hand, his gloves feeling cold as ever and he took you on the ‘dance floor’. Charlie was surprised but happy that you and Alastor were getting along, she seemed excited!. It was the best dance you’ve ever had.

• When Husk pointed out that you would always get the princess treatment with Alastor, you tried to disapprove “it’s not that, he’s just kind sometimes” “oh really? how can you not see that you’re literally the favorite among all of us!” you shrugged it off, and said “well take example Charlie! He treats her like she’s his child” you said in your defense, and Husk rolled his eyes “it’s not the same.” “where are you trying to get with this talk??” you looked at him while he was cleaning a glass “i just… don’t let your guard down. You already know what he’s capable of” you looked at him with concerned eyes, he was scared that you’ll end up like him “don’t worry i won’t” you reassured him with a smile, and he seemed a bit more relaxed. (of course this happened when Alastor was busy)

• After the conversation with Husk, you kept your distance, you only knew him for two and a half weeks and it seemed like he knew you already for his whole life. A few days have passed and one day you decided to stay in your room all day. You were reading a book, your mind was a mess you weren’t even actually reading. Suddenly a radio static could be heard, your eyes looked up and met his red ones, your heart began to beat faster. You gulped and said, looking away “can you leave, please?” his radio static stopped for a second and he didn’t say anything, his look could tell you already that he wasn’t going to. You got out of your bed and went to open the door “please go…” your voice cracked “what is it? what’s wrong my dear?” his radio voice was somewhat soft but his eyes were cold as ever, you held on the knob tightly than before “you know nothing about me, you’ve known me only for 3 weeks!” before you could add anything else he uttered “3 weeks?” he spoke your name softly and added “i’ve known you all my life” he gestured, his smile getting bigger, while his radio voice began to malfunction, he started to get a bit irritated “all your life?” you said in disbelief, you closed the door and stood in front of him “it’s true!” he stated “when i heard beautiful music, i thought: she likes that” “oh please stop!, don’t think i know that you just want me to sell my soul to you!” he stopped and looked away, the radio static stopping for a second and resuming, it looked like he was thinking of what to say. Your heart sank “…is it true?” he had that stupid smile on his face, he kept his hands behind his back holding his cane tightly. He quickly regained composure, he’s shown you enough of his desperate side and spoke “no, my dear of course not, why would i fool you?” you were about to tell him of the conversation with Husk but you decided that it would worsen things “maybe because you’re the ‘radio demon’?” he laughed, his shoulder moving up and down as he did “oh sweetheart, don’t you get it?” he cupped your cheeks and looked down at you “if i ever wanted to take your soul i would’ve done it already!” he said his pupils becoming radio dials for a quick second, that freaked you out and he just laughed it off “smile my dear! you’re never fully dressed without a smile” he stretched out your lips before pulling away “want some Jambalaya?” he said walking past you, you cracked a smile and looked at him wiping the little tear that was about to fall “of course..” you followed him. Strangely enough you forgot about the conversation with Husk!.

[This is my first time writing head-cannons so i’m sorry if i’ve made errors! It was hard to make the conversations with Alastor since he has a very formal vocabulary 😭. The last head-cannon was related to ‘dangerously yours’ so it’s kinda weird but i hoped you liked it! Let me know if i should make more head-cannons or do requests! (i just need to learn how to use tumblr lol)]

[mixelation]

some kushina jr/tobirama thoughts

they meet mid-to-late teens bc kushina jr has no planning skills and they invented time and dimension hopping with no way to get home, so they just show up and realize they've fucked up and now they live in the woods. the senju-uchiha war is still in full swing, and the only relevant difference between this timeline and canon is tobirama is a woman

tobirama's personality is NOT all that different, and she fucking hates uchiha. she runs into kushina jr and tries to murder them even as kushina jr flaps their arms around and tries to explain they're from the future. uh huh. nice try. tobirama fails to kill them though, and kushina jr unfortunately remembers tobirama is supposed to be a time-space jutsu expert so they won't leave her ALONE

tobirama: anija i have gained my own annoying uchiha, but this one is delusional

madara: who in the fuck is this. i've never seen them before in my life

kushina jr: (jazz hands) time traveler....!!

tobirama: what the fuck

now tobirama wants to know how this was even possible >:( get BACK HERE, kushina----!!

i'm thinking the main effect the gender change has for tobirama is that she has a lot more social pressure to be a certain way than before. kunoichi ARE expected to fight and screwing around with experimental jutsu is fine, but also she's expected to be pretty and traditionally feminine for her future husband and gets more comments about how she's wasting her time if experiments don't work immediately (which they rarely do because that's just how experimentation is). she's discouraged from seeking leadership positions except in very specific domestic ways even though she's often the most competent person in the room. men get weird at her when she's stronger, smarter, and faster than them in a way men don't get about other men. she keeps getting scolded for rude speech. which like... all that is not going to stop her, but now she's grumpier and more aggressive

also bc tobirama is someone who likes clearly defining rules and then sticking to them, i think she'd have a lot of internal conflict about her expected role As A Woman versus what she would LIKE her role to be.

kushina jr is very open to just babbling about the future, and tobirama finds herself, like.... extremely curious about it despite herself. both as like someone who likes having knowledge for the sake of knowledge, but also in this horrible disney princess way where she kind of wishes she'd been born in kushina jr's time. yes please tell her more about fulfilling clan duties without having to give birth

anyway kushina jr figures out how to leave after a couple months but they fucked up in that because they went to tobirama for help, tobirama now ALSO knows how to timeline jump and obviously she follows. after all, they don't know the rules of time travel, and kushina jr might fuck EVERYTHING UP

tobirama: we should identify some timelines were don't care about fucking over and run some experiments

kushina jr, who grew up hearing stuff like that all the time: yeah okay sure

i don't think any version of tobirama thinks super hard about romance but i can see her watching someone flirt with kushina jr and suddenly feeling blind jealous that is VERY alarming. like no she has never once before considered dating until hashirama picks out her husband to strategically marry to strengthen the clan or whatever is going to happen, but also, kushina jr is HER annoying uchiha in the woods

kushina jr after they become Official: i know you'll be busy being hokage and all, but i was kind of hoping you'd help me run the uchiha clan too

tobirama, brain completely shutting down: wait. wait. what

kushina jr: like when we get married?

tobirama: WHAT

kushina jr: did i not tell you i'm the heir

tobirama: WHAT THE FUCK

tobirama is not emotionally prepared for "marry," let alone "marry the uchiha clan heir from the future." she is so emotionally unprepared for this sentence she forgets to remember they probably wouldn't let a woman be hokage for at least a few decades. if anyone is going to have two jobs across two timelines, it's going to be tobirama---

[tired-me]

WARNING: LONG POST!!!

PRESENTING-

SILVIA

Little bit of role, relationships with some characters, and all that jazz:

Silvia died in the 1960's from being strangled to death. She lived in Russia and I designed her to be somewhat similar to a siren. She is an overlord of Hell. Though she is a siren, she doesn't really deal with water. She, instead, mainly deals with singing and dancing (I decided to give her only a little water powers but her specialty singing and dancing. Look at my previous post.) Also, I'll post her demon form at some point.

She has a pretty good relationships with her fellow overlords like Carmilla Carmine, Rosie, Zestial, along with a few others. She does make fun of Alastor sometimes and genuinely hates Vox. ( Silvia and Alastor team up sometimes on messing with Vox.) She also DOESN'T get along with Velvet. Valentino isn't a big fan of Silvia's either because he offered her a contract when she first arrived in Hell but she declined and ended up being as successful and feared as some of the most powerful demons in Hell.

Silvia is pretty good friends with the Ars Geotias, especially Stolas since he was the one that panicked to Silvia about an 'incident' with a certain imp( we all know who), she's also doesn't really mess with Stella but does call her, the damned princess. Silvia is not on the best of terms with Mammon since the same thing with Valentino happened between Mammon and Silvia, just a little bit different. She is pretty ok with Asmodeus and didn't judge him for loving Fizzorali.

(ASK IF YOU WANT MORE INFO ON SILVIA-)

Extra- Conversation between Stolas and Silvia.

Stolas: "Silvia, I've completely ruined my marriage! What am I gonna do when my father hears about it!? Oh, Satan! I am gonna be harassed by Andrealphus..."

Silvia: " Stolas, listen to me well, your marriage was already headed six feet under, your father just wanted you to produce an heir and kinda forgets that you exist unless it's something dealing with your family, and Andrealphus won't be able to hit you so he's only gonna harass you verbally."

Stolas: " YOUR NOT REALLY HELPING ME FEEL BETTER, SILVIA-!"

[gilbirda]

Can't help falling in love (with you) Chp.5

Jazz/Jason (Anger Management). DP x Batman crossover.

Based on this post

When a ghost does shenanigans, Jazz usually stays out of the trouble, since that's her brother's thing. This time? This time trouble found her in the form of a ghost that marries her to the Red Hood against her will.

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Chapter 5: Cross my heart and hope to die

“What do you MEAN ‘it was kind of an accident’!?”

“I swear I meant to tell you—”

“And you just FORGOT?”

Jazz was seeing red. How could Danny do this to her?

She knew it was a possibility that her brother became King. There were talks about it, debates about claim to the throne after Pariah was defeated, especially when the Ancients came back and made themselves known once more.

Clockwork sat them down and talked about destiny, about the different futures, about Danny’s role in the timeline. He was never clear about what he wanted with that speech, but he had been looking at Danny with a certain hunger in his eyes that Jazz never liked.

True, it was better to have an Ancient on their side, and a powerful one like Clockwork; but it didn’t mean she liked how he was feeding ideas of grandeur to her little brother.

That Danny went through behind her back hurt. A lot. That he hid it from her, on purpose or not, was disheartening. She didn’t want to miss out on Danny’s life, and since she came to Gotham she felt like since she was out of sight, she was out of mind to her brother.

“I didn’t forget!” Danny was making wide gestures. “I was going to tell you as soon as I—”

“And I had to find out I was a freaking Princess like this?” She was well aware she had a ectogun on her hand, so she disabled it and put it back on her right thigh holster. “This affects me too, you know!”

“I know!”

“Hey guys?”

Both turned to look at Red Hood, who had been quietly watching their fight unravel. He pointed at something behind them.

“Your ghost is about to fly away.”

Jazz didn’t have time to make a sound or do anything — the green dome Danny had made around the Elvis ghost shattered into million pieces.

“Nice seeing ya!” The ghost called over his shoulder as he made a peace sign and flew as fast as he could as far as he could.

Danny growled, launching himself to the air behind the retreating figure of the ghost, knowing that it was more important to catch Elvis before they lost him again.

Jazz hadn’t realized she was breathing heavily until she was left alone with Hood. Gotham was unusually quiet — people were too used to late night crime fighting, and citizens ignored them at best and hid from them at worst.

“So… uh…”

“Why didn’t you do anything?”

“What?”

She knew she was too mad to make sense, but they lost Elvis. They had him! And lost him!

“Why didn’t you stop him!”

She launched herself at him, fueled by frustration and anger. The logical part of her, the one that understood that it wasn't Hood’s fault, was screaming at her that rushing a known ex-crime lord and one of the Bats was a bad idea. But she was angry at her brother, angry at being pushed into an unwanted marriage, pushed into being a princess for a dimension that was hostile to her.

Maybe he understood how she felt, because Red Hood quietly met her strikes and only blocked and redirected them, not really trying to retaliate. He moved with her body so easily she felt like she was dancing with him, spinning to deliver a kick he blocked and moved down to properly catch her hand for the next punch.

Jazz moved faster, her muscles straining with the ectoplasm powering her inhuman speed and stamina. She was tired, she was sore and it’s been so long since she had an actual fight she was realizing she missed this. Petty muggers and wannabe gangsters didn’t measure up with her, and while she tried to feel content with the normal life she was making for herself in Gotham, she was never going to be really normal.

Princess.

When was the last time she punched someone with all her might?

Hood caught her fist in one of his gloved hands with only a soft grunt to show the effort. She punched him with her other fist, which he caught with his other hand.

Neither moved after that.

Princess of the Infinite Realms.

“Are you done?”

Jazz controlled her breathing, looking at him between the wild locks of hair that escaped her ponytail. He was also slightly out of breath, but more put together than her.

“Actually, I think I am.”

He let her go, watching carefully as she straightened her back and combed back her hair, freeing it from the ponytail to let it fall free. She missed her usual teal headband, but she had left it at her apartment.

“I’m sorry. That was uncalled for. You didn’t let the ghost free.”

“I think you guys did all the work by starting an argument back there.”

She rolled her eyes at him. “Smartass.”

He hummed, the mechanical distortion of the mask giving it a weird edge.

“What now, Princess?”

Jazz huffed at the name, but she felt spent after burning her anger fighting him.

“Now we wait and see if Danny catches him.”

He hummed again, tilting his head as if thinking how to word something. After a few moments, he finally said: “B wanted me to take you back to the Cave.”

She arched an eyebrow. “Do I have to?”

Somehow she knew he was smiling under the mask. “Why? Want to run away?”

“And go where? I can’t leave this city and also I have a test next week.” She shrugged. “Sure why not? Danny can find me when he is back.”

She started walking towards where she left the bike parked, not waiting to see if Hood would follow her. His quiet boots quickly fell into step behind her.

“How are you going to get to the Batcave?”

“You are going to take me there.”

With a few long strides he was now besides her. “I could just ditch you here.”

“Then I won’t go to the Cave.” She side eyed him, amused with the banter. “Easy.”

“Then Batman will kidnap you and drag you there against your will.”

This made her stop and turn to look at him. “You sound like you speak from experience.”

It was difficult to know with the mask in the way, but she felt his eyes run over her face, considering. He was acting weird, she noticed — or at least it felt it since she didn’t know him that much.

Without answering, he grabbed her gently by the arm and pulled her towards a dark alley. Amused, Jazz didn’t put up a fight just to see where this was going.

“Okay,” he started once they were very clearly out of sight of the main road and not in the line of vision of any of the nearby windows, “I assume I can trust you.”

After basically revealing all her secrets to him and finding out in front of him that she was now the freaking Princess of the Underworld, Jazz considered she deserved some trust. Also Danny cured his corrupted ectoplasm poisoning, so he owed that to them. But she wasn’t going to pull up all the receipts or start an argument with the man she was married to against both of their wills.

“Yeah?” She chose to say as he reached for something behind his head.

“The others will probably try to kill me for this but I don’t give a shit. You are in this now, whether we want it or not.”

There was a soft hissing sound and the mouthpiece detached from his face. He removed it with one hand as the other unstuck the domino mask from his eyes, revealing his bare face.

Jazz didn’t gasp, but it was a close thing. She didn’t expect to find such clear blue eyes in the face of the ruthless vigilante, or the deep scar that ran from his lip and upwards into his hair, across his cheek.

Now that she could see his eyes, and from this close, she could easily detect the liminality in him. How the green was so close to the surface, how he was clearly not that human anymore. She could also see his emotions written all over the nuances in the blue.

He smiled. Hood had dimples. Who would have thought?

“Name’s Jason,” he said as he extended a hand. He also had a nice voice, now that he didn’t have the modulator. Deep and masculine. Jazz blinked and shook his hand a bit late. “Jason Todd. Nice to properly meet you.”

“Likewise.” She said absentmindedly. “Not that I’m complaining but isn’t it a bit… important? The whole secret identity thing.”

He shrugged. “I never cared that much about it. And as I said, until we figure this out, we are stuck together. And it isn’t like you won’t know my name from the marriage papers.”

True. It felt like a smart idea to be honest at this point.

“Okay.” She nodded. “We are still going to the Cave, right?”

He sighed. “Unfortunately.”

They were interrupted by his comms device coming to life with passion. Jazz could hear a lot of voices trying to speak at the same time over each other, and going by the pained faces Jason was doing, they were loud even for him.

“Calm down, everybody.” Jason was trying to make it stop without success.

More voices for a moment, until someone spoke and they all stopped at once. It was deep and monotone, and it was Batman’s.

Now that it was quiet, Jazz could hear his words clearly.

“Report to the Cave immediately. Both of you.”

Did he know she could hear him?

In any case, Jason rolled his eyes and put the mask back on. “En route.” He tapped his ear and grumbled. “I already said we’ll go. Stupid Bruce.”

Bruce…

Why was the name familiar? Bruce… Bruce something. He was on the TV? No, it was something else. Not an actor, she would probably remember. Maybe something else?

It wasn’t until they walked back to the main road that she saw it — the tallest and biggest building in the city, the one she had joked when she moved in that was overcompensating for something.

The Wayne Enterprises building.

Bruce Wayne.

Jason Todd.

Jazz blinked, remembering reading something about Wayne’s dead son being declared alive not that long ago. That it was all a misunderstanding. That he had lost his memories and wandered alone for some years, but he was better now. That his death had been greatly exaggerated.

Knowing what she knew now, she would bet that there were no exaggerations whatsoever. That they managed to convince everyone that he wasn’t actually dead was commendable.

“Want me to grapple us back to your bike?”

“Huh?”

Even with the mask and face cover, she knew he was smiling at her. “Me. Grapple. Swing us to your bike.”

She looked around and came to the same conclusion: walking would take too long. Jazz shrugged and walked closer to him, already looping her arms around him as he readied the grapple gun.

Back at the fight she had been too focused on defeating Elvis; but now in the quiet night, with just the two of them, she could stop and take note of the feeling of flying with the vigilante. It was different from flying with Danny — gravity was not ignored, for starters. But she liked it.

Jazz never felt comfortable being this close to people that weren’t her family. She was a hugger and she enjoyed cuddling with her inner circle; but having a stranger in her personal bubble was always a big no-no.

Jason felt different, and she didn’t know how much of it was the spell and how much was coming from herself. This is why she hated soul magic — you could very easily lose yourself in the paranoia and double thinking every emotion. She was resistant to that magic, sure, but she wasn’t immune.

She genuinely liked Jason and she would be very pissed off if all of it was because of magic.

They soon arrived at her abandoned motorbike, which was exactly where she left it. Such a feat in Gotham. In any case, she knew that in the event that her bike was stolen, it wouldn't work if you weren't at least somewhat liminal. Danny made it like that for her.

Jason once again proved what he was when the engine roared to life for him without issue.

"Nice ride." He commented.

"Thank you! My brother modified this one just for me."

He hummed, quickly noticing the extra dials, the extra buttons, and the little ghost sticker. "How fast can it go?"

If he planned on having a conversation about the specs and the mechanical stuff with her, he was in for disappointment. Jazz only knew enough to take care of her vehicle and whatever Danny info dumped her.

"As fast as I need. With the right juice."

Another perk of Danny's modifications: she could enhance performance by sharing a bit of her power. It put a strain on the engine, so it was not something she did every day.

Jason looked very interested. Jazz made a mental note to tell Danny.

The ride to the Batcave was quiet and comfortable, again that weird calm settling in her chest just by being close to Jason. If she were alone she knew she would be out of her mind with worry, and very angry at the situation. Right then, she only found inner peace as they swerved through Gotham's streets at night. She could even admit to herself that it was a pretty city — but again maybe the trick was to see it at night and not during a smoggy day.

"Here we are." Jason screamed over his shoulder as they ascended a hill, her bike prepared to go through all terrains making the trip just fine.

There was a beep and loud whirring, and the distant waterfall parted to reveal the entrance of the Cave. Huh. Classy.

Jason maneuvered the bike towards what looked like the central area of the whole thing, past the other vehicles and a giant dinosaur. Was that a giant penny as well?

He also helped her dismount the bike. Huh. Chivalry was not dead, after all.

Maybe it was just forcibly brought back to life.

She snorted, shaking her head when he glanced at her, asking what was so funny.

The Batcave was impressive… for a rich white man's secret basement, that is. It showed that he had been doing this for decades, with many additions and upgrades; and right in the center there it was, the Batcomputer.

Tucker had talked about it the moment she told them she was moving to Gotham, confessing he had been entertaining the thought of hacking it, but he didn’t want to look for trouble if it would trace back to her.

“Took you long enough, Todd.”

“Hit some traffic.”

Jazz giggled at the blatant lie, and at the way the kid that was glaring at them narrowed his eyes. Such an expression on a young face was hilarious.

“Hood, report.”

Of course.

Batman waited for them at the Batcomputer, carefully logging everything she had told them about the incident. She caught comments conjecturing about what was unsaid in their conversation, and questions he would ask someone called “Constantine” about the Infinite Realms. Sure. She didn’t judge him for wanting a second opinion, but if what he really wanted was up to date information he needed her and her brother. During Pariah Dark’s reign, the Realms had shut down any and all communication with the living world and who knows what someone unrelated to the newest changes in management would know about the topic.

Jazz quietly followed Jason as he gave a quick rundown of the fight and his observations about the ghost — “Really, Elvis?” “Yeah, Dickhead, the one and only.” — and observed their reactions to the madness that was her life. When he got to the last part, where the ghost escaped because of Danny and her arguing, her face got hot with embarrassment.

“In my defense, he should have told me before the fight. About the whole ‘King’ business.” She crossed her arms, trying to hold on to the last of her dignity. What a rookie mistake, letting your target go because of infighting.

Batman was probably thinking something along those lines, because he patted her on the shoulder. “You did good.”

She narrowed her eyes, wondering if he was being condescending; but by the way that Jason and the one he called ‘Dickhead’ looked at each other in surprise, it was genuine.

“So now we wait?”

She nodded at the other man. Jason’s brother? She tried to remember Bruce Wayne’s assortment of orphans and match his face with one of them. And remember the name.

“Danny will call me if he has news. He better do, anyway.” Because if he doesn’t there is a world of pain ahead of him, but she left that part unsaid.

Batman found it funny. “Rest for now. I think Alfred made cookies.”

He turned back towards the computer without making further comment, considering the conversation done. Jazz thought it was a bit rude, but bit her tongue. There was no point in starting a fight and she was tired and hungry.

“C’mon.” Jason took her hand to guide her towards the elevator, the other young man and the kid hot on their heels.

“You need to change, Todd. It doesn’t count if you only take off the mask.” The kid said. Jazz watched him and his eternal frown and finally could put a name to the face. Damian Wayne, the youngest.

“I will do it once she has some food.”

“I can give her the tour, Jay.” The one she was sure was an older brother said, smiling in her direction. “Unless you guys want alone time?”

Jazz cringed at the comment and the implication of the man’s raised eyebrows and smirk. Now she remembered who this guy was — Dick Grayson, Bruce’s first kid.

Huh, the name was fitting.

“Cut it out, Dickward.” Jason slapped his brother’s shoulder. “Not everyone is down to fuck anything that breathes, like you do.”

She was grateful that the attention of the conversation was moved towards the brothers’ bickering — Dick defending himself, Damian demanding that the topic be immediately dropped and Jason poking his older brother about previous relationships. Jazz looked at her new husband’s face as he deflected comments about his apparent “non-existent” love life, shrugging and scoffing that he didn’t see the point anyway.

Could it be?

It had been a long while since Jazz found a name to what she felt regarding relationships, romantic or sexual. She always thought she would eventually bloom and fall in love, or maybe set aside her ambitions once she found someone worth it, or maybe she only needed to be patient and that the right person would come and sweep her off her feet.

She loved romance novels, and loved reading about her favorite characters falling in love and all that stuff — but she never “bloomed” so to speak. She remembered being sixteen and being on that date with Johnny and him going to kiss her and not feeling anything like it was in her books.

Now, as an adult, she was past losing sleep over that fact. She was not interested, and that was it. She loved, and a lot, and she loved unconditionally, but not like people described romantic love to be.

Jason’s shoulders were slightly tense even if he joked that he was too busy with his “redemption arc” to look for love, and everyone laughed — but she knew. She understood the feeling.

Somehow she was not that mad at the whole arranged marriage thing now. From all the idiots she could be tied to, this one was at least somewhere in the aroace spectrum, and could understand her.

Once on the surface properly, Jazz quickly followed the brothers as they walked further into a house — a mansion? Everything was too big and too fancy to be a simple house — taking note of the route in case she needed to map out the place. It was instinct at this point, finding exit points and escaping routes, just in case. Sometimes she wished that it wasn’t.

She was guided to a living room where some people were already sitting on a sofa and enjoying cookies placed on the coffee table. It was another of the Wayne kids — Timothy? She wasn’t sure — sitting with a blonde boy and a black haired boy wearing a leather jacket with the Superman’s symbol in the back.

“Oh, hi.” The blond one said with a gentle smile.

Timothy froze with a cookie halfway into his mouth, blue eyes fixed on the still joined hands. He then looked up at Jazz, and she held his gaze, arching an eyebrow.

“What’s up?” The guy with the punk attire vaguely waved a hand, also noticing the hands, but choosing to smile at it and not make a comment.

Jason sat down, waiting for Jazz to sit beside him. Dick sat on a loveseat, enjoying watching the show that was about to begin.

“Um…” Timothy chewed his cookie and gulped, eyes going down Jazz’s body. She looked down too, remembering that she still had her weapons on her. “Who’s this?”

An older man wearing a tux walked in holding a silver tray with a teapot and empty cups. His face was completely blank, the only tell of his thought being the slightly arched eyebrow.

“I remember that we agreed on no suits in the Manor, Master Jason.” He gently chastised, placing the tray on the table to unload everything he was carrying. “Also, no weapons.”

Took a moment to realize he was talking to her. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment. “Sorry.”

“You didn’t know, dear.” He said. “I’m Alfred. Alfred Pennyworth.”

“Nice to meet you, Alfred.”

He nodded at her with a small smile. “Likewise, Miss Fenton.”

His eyes flashed towards her hand still in Jason’s, and this time she quickly let go. She didn’t know who this man was, but it didn’t take much to understand he was no mere butler.

No need to be told twice, she got into the task of unbuckling and unfastening everything she had on her person. First, she looped the strap of Moral Support over her head and placed the compacted rifle on the table, a good distance away from the tea and pastries. Then, she took off the jacket, revealing the leather vest and everything she had in it.

She vaguely heard the punk boy whistle in appreciation.

“Who is this?” Timothy asked. Rude. She was standing right there!

Jason chuckled, taking her jacket from her and gingerly placing it on the armrest of the sofa.

“This is Jasmine Fenton.” He said.

Jazz placed the ecto guns next to Moral Support and her hands quickly went back to unzip and unfasten the vest from her. She could take out the blades later, once she was back home.

She made a move to sit down, but was stopped by Alfred clearing his throat. Did she miss anything?

Oh right.

She leaned down and took the hidden dagger in her boot, showing it to the butler, who nodded, smiled and walked out of the room.

Finally, Jazz sat down next to Jason. She crossed her arms, watching the trio watch her, ignoring Dick’s delighted face as he stuffed his face with cookies.

“And?” Timothy asked to elaborate. Blondie was watching the pile of weapons with wide eyes. Punk boy was biting his lip, enjoying the show.

Jason lifted one arm and let it rest on Jazz’s shoulders. By the way Timothy’s face soured at the gesture, she understood this was a bit and played along just to see what would happen. She leaned onto Jason a little, uncrossing her arms to put one hand on his chest, eyes fixed on the other guy’s.

“She’s my wife, of course.”

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Ancestral chapter 16

Written for ectoberhaunt 2023 day 20: danse macabre.

The room was silent as everyone listened intently, straining to hear Mr. Kynbaz’s (his first name was Kevin?) response.  

"An extraction? Why?  Isn't she in hospital for a medical condition?"  There was a pause, not quite long enough for Joanna to interject, but long enough to hear.  “How do you even know about that?”

“You left the team on read and the emergency system kicked it to Matthew and your second, but Matthew has it set to forward things to family members if he doesn’t answer and it’s flagged as an emergency.”

Another brief pause.  “Why do you want Princess Alicia extracted?”

“We think that–”  Joanna visibly collected herself.  “There’s evidence that Revyvtech is involved in the poisonings and responsible for Alicia’s condition.”

“Joanna–”

“My judgment was poor as a teenager, but don’t you dare hold that over me when my family is in danger!” snapped Joanna.  She closed her eyes.  “I– I’m sorry, that was inappropriate of me.”

“What kind of evidence?  Would it hold up overseas?”

Joanna’s eyes flicked over Danny, Jazz, and their other cousins.  “No.  But that doesn’t mean it isn’t valid.”

Mr. Kynbaz hissed softly, the sound barely transmitted by the phone speakers.  “I’ll get back to you.”  

“Kevin, wait, I–”

The end-call tone played.  

Joanna let her hand drop to her side.  Her eyes flicked over Danny, Jazz, and their other cousins.  “How many of you have prescription medication?”

Everyone but Jazz and Danny raised their hands.  Jazz elbowed Danny.  “You have that stuff you were prescribed for your eyes,” she said.  

“Oh, yeah.”

“Danny–  Danny.  Do you think you could tell if this… if this poison - blood blossoms? - was in something?  Like you did with the aconite?”

“Um,” said Danny.  “Maybe.  That was mostly Gw– the ghosts, though.  They saw the poison being added.  If it is blood blossoms, though, I think I should be able to.  Or- or they should be able to," he added, glancing at the ghosts.  He didn't want to ask them to, though.  Not after what had happened to Gwensyvyr’s arm.  "I should be able to." 

“Good,” said Joanna, “good.  Everyone, go get your medications, and bring them here.”

.

"Why are there so many?" asked Danny, intimidated.  The little bottles practically surrounded him.  

"We're part of the oldest royal lineages in the world," said Iris.  "It'd be weirder if we didn't have any weird genetic disorders."

"What even are all of these for?" asked Danny, knowing it was rude, but not being able to help himself.  It was his family medical history, anyway.  

"Blood disease," said Iris and George simultaneously. 

"Specifically anemia," said Iris.

"Specifically Avlynyse recurrent macrocytic anemia," said George.  

“Called that because normal macrocytic anemia is supposed to be caused by something else, like hypothyroidism or alcoholism, but we don’t have those problems and it always comes back.”

“You guys probably have it, too,” added George.  “It’s super common in the family, but it.”

“Along with Avlynyse defective melanin syndrome,” said Iris.  “Purple eyes are pretty, but they come with problems, you know?”

“I knew about that,” said Danny.  “But you don’t take medicine for that, do you?  Mom has that, and I don’t think she takes anything for it.”

“Usually you don’t,” said George, “but melanin has a lot of functions beyond just skin, hair, and eye color, and sometimes ADMS affects those things as well.  You remember how Iris and I would, ah, shake a little, all the time?  And our eyes would scan back and forth?  We couldn’t stop it.  That’s what we take medication for.”  He made a face.  “We actually first got this in a drug trial from Revyvtech a few years ago.  It’s new…”

“Oh!  Don’t forget the epilepsy,” said Iris.

“Yeah, can’t forget the epilepsy.”

“You have epilepsy?” asked Danny.  “But I’ve sent you flashing videos… Memes…”

“No, no, Lewis is the one who has epilepsy.  I’m just saying it’s relatively common.”

Lewis made a face.  “I could have told him myself.  They’re only focal seizures, anyway.”

“I don’t know what that means,” said Danny.  “I’ve sent you flashing videos, too.”

“It’s fine,” said Lewis.  “Focal seizures don’t make you lose consciousness all the way, and I’ve got a filtering program on my phone.”

“Mostly he shows them to me, first,” said Leo.  “I have the anemia and a heart condition and low blood pressure and poor circulation and also eczema, which sort of makes my skin break out in hives if anything is touching it the wrong way for too long.”  

“Still not a good reason to not wear shirts,” muttered Lewis.  “Eugene?”

Eugene blushed, then looked down at the medicine bottle in his hand.  He looked back and forth between Danny and the bottle, then the bottle and Jazz.  The bottle was a slightly different color than everyone else’s.  

“Um,” he said.  “I have bipolar disorder.  And I have auditory hallucinations.  It’s not– It’s not schizophrenia, though.  I don’t have the other symptoms.”

Joanna put her hand on Eugene’s shoulder.  “I also have bipolar depression.  And anemia.”

Now Danny just felt bad.  “Sorry.  I shouldn’t have asked.”  (Also, wow, why was he suddenly thinking about the time his parents tried to ‘spin the crazy’ out of him?)

Eugene laughed a little.  “It’s fine.  I mean, we’re showing you all our medications.”  He held out his bottle towards Danny.

“Still.”  Danny took the bottle.  “But… have you ever considered that the hallucinations could be…?”  He trailed off as Gwensyvyr and the other ghosts started shaking their heads.  

“Oh,” said Eugene.  “No, definitely not.  There are ways to check if you’re hearing ghosts, assuming they’re cooperating.  We tested it.”  He sat down on the floor across from Danny.  “So.  How are you going to do this?”

“Um,” said Danny.  “I was just going to phase my hand through each of these and see if anything happened?  That way, I’m not screwing up good medicine by taking it apart or anything.”

“Is that safe?” asked Jazz with a slight frown. 

“I– Nothing has ever happened to the stuff I’ve phased through before?”

“For you,” clarified Jazz.  

“Might give me a burn,” said Danny.  “But the blood blossom cream is already out, so…  I’ll be okay.”

“If you say so,” said Jazz.

Danny nodded and held up Eugene’s bottle with his right hand and swiped his left hand through it.  

(It was so strange to just do that in front of so many people, and in human form.)

“Nothing,” he said, handing the bottle back to Eugene.  

“That makes sense,” said Eugene.  He turned the bottle so Danny could see the logo imprinted on the bottom, a simple eye with an apple in place of a pupil.  “Avl Ayg does more psychiatric medicine than Revyvtech.”

Danny nodded, and hunted through the bottles to find Joanna’s.  It also didn’t have anything in it that Danny could detect.

Then, he started working through Leo’s medication.  The heart stuff was fine, but when he passed his hand through the anemia medication, he flinched back, hissing.  

“Blood blossoms?” asked Jazz.  

“Yeah,” said Danny.  “Ow.”  He shook out his hand.  

Jazz held out the cream to him.  

“It’s such a tiny amount,” said Danny.  He examined his hand.  It wasn’t even red.  “It was just, like, touching something too hot, rather than all-consuming agony.”

“Your standards for all consuming agony are off,” said Jazz.  “Put on the cream before you do more.”

Danny grumbled but did what Jazz said.  Then he tested the eczema medication, and…

“This feels weird, but not like blood blossoms,” he said.  There was something ectoplasmic in it, but only in trace amounts.  “Could be ectoplasm contamination?”

“Could you tell how even it is?” asked Jazz.  

“No,” said Danny.  “Do you think…  If they are getting things for their medicines from Andyr, do you think that there could be ectoplasmic stuff down there?  From the ghosts, maybe?”

He saw Gwensyvyr’s face screw up, and she opened her mouth as if to speak, but then shook her head.  

“That would make sense,” said Jazz, slowly.  “But that would be incredibly dangerous.  Ectocontamination made a cooked turkey come back to life.”

“What,” said Lewis, flatly.  

“Never mind,” said Jazz.

Danny moved on to Lewis’s.  His anti-seizure meds were fine, but he had a jar of anemia supplements, just like Leo.  Again, there was something in it.  He set it aside.  

He moved on to Iris and George’s.  They had a larger number, but theirs were largely identical, so he did them all at once.  Again, most of them were fine, one of the melanin ones was weird, and the anemia supplement had blood blossoms in it.  

“These actually have more than any of the others,” said Danny, nodding at the bottles while rubbing more cream into his hand.  “It’s still tiny, the ghosts aren’t even affected by it being near, but…”

“But we’ve been getting slowly poisoned for who knows how long,” said Joanna.  “All of us.”

“It does cast some doubt on it being what killed everyone, though,” said Iris.  “Since none of us have keeled over in anaphylactic shock any of the times we’ve taken these.  It’s possible that there’s a legitimate medical use.”

“I don’t know.  I guess there are some things… Mom and Dad wanted to use it to purge ectocontamination.”  Danny looked up.  “Did Martin have this?  Do you think any of his medication is still here?”

“Maybe,” said Joanna.  “If he did have any here, it would probably be in his room, or the master bathroom.”

Getting everyone into the master bathroom was a squeeze, but no one wanted to be left out.  Joanna opened the cabinet and moved aside a woebegone toothbrush and a few boxes of band-aids before pulling out three bottles and a weekly pill organizer.  The organizer was mostly full, with only Sunday morning empty.

“Ferromultyx, melanyorata, and escitalopram?” she read from the bottles.

“Huh,” said Iris.  “I didn’t know his melanin defect was bad enough to take melanyorata.”  She sounded a little congested. 

Danny, not quite in arms’ reach of Joanna, between all the people in the room, made grabby hands.  “Let me see.”

Joanna passed them over, and Danny phased his hands through.  The melanin deficiency drug had the same weirdness as Iris and George’s.  The anemia drug on the other hand…

“There’s nothing here,” he said.  “It’s clean.”

Iris chewed her lip.  “None of this makes sense.”

“I think it does, actually,” said Danny, turning the bottle over and over in his hand.  He wriggled his way out of the bathroom.

“How?” asked Lewis, who managed to get out before the others.  “Why poison us just a little bit, and kill everyone else?”

“I don’t know that it’s just about that,” said Danny.  He put Martin’s medication on a nearby shelf and pulled the small bottle of the medicine he’d been prescribed from his pocket and passed his hand through it.  It burned.  Badly enough to make him hiss and drop the bottle.  

“Danny?” asked Jazz, alarmed.  

“I’m fine.  I just had to check something.”  He cradled his hand near his chest.  “I don’t think they want you dead.  They want me dead.  They don’t want you ectocontaminated.”  

“You guys keep saying that,” said Leo.  “What is it?”

“Ectoplasmic contamination.  Ectoplasm.  Ghost magic.”  Danny licked his lips, then stepped sideways to get a better view of Gwensyvyr.  “That’s what’s actually in Andyr, isn’t it?  There’s a source of ectoplasm.  There’s a portal.”

Gwensyvyr gazed at Danny for a long moment, then nodded.

“There’s something that happens in the Trials that makes you… more spiritual.  Or something.  More like a syvyr.”  And Danny hoped beyond hope that ‘something’ wasn’t dying like he had in the portal.  He could almost imagine it, all of them, all his family, walking, practically dancing down into the dark, into glowing, deathly green.  A tableau.  A danse macabre.  A memento mori.  Except no one really died…

… until now.  

“That,” said Danny, “that’s what they’re trying to stop.  They’re trying to keep that from happening.  Because if it did– if it did…”  He trailed off, unsure, then looked at Gwensyvyr.  Her eyes were sharp, expectant.  “Well, what we thought before, about them using stuff down there for medical research is probably still true, but…  There are probably parts of the Trials you can’t do without having ectoplasm.  Things for the ancestors.  Things for…”

If there was a portal beneath Avlynys, the ghosts here should be as strong as in Amity Park.  They weren’t.  But they were gaining strength from Danny’s presence.  

“Things for the portal,” Danny continued.  “Like, unblocking it or something.  Fixing it.”  He shivered, remembering the last time he’d tried to fix a portal.  

“A portal?” asked Joanna.  “To where?”

“The, you know, the afterlife,” said Danny.  

There was quiet.  

“Unfortunately,” said Joanna.  “We can’t do anything about that until we take the Trials.  Except for not taking any more of these things.”  She snatched up Martin’s medication and put it back in the cabinet.  

Leo groaned.  “Fainting town, here we come.”“For now…  I think all of you need some sleep.”

[ring-rong-rang-rung]

TF Big Bang 2023 Preview for prodigal

prodigal is a Decepticon Hot Rod HotLock AU set in a continuity soup blend (largely IDW1 and TFP).

Hot Rod has grown up in this war knowing his place in the broader conflict. He's the son of Megatron, and heir to the Decepticon Cause. But something lurks in his past, desperate to catch up with him after his first battle. Following an attempted abduction, Megatron decides the best option is to send Hot Rod into hiding. Hot Rod is less than thrilled, as is the mech selected for this assignment. Hot Rod and Deadlock will have to learn to work together and coexist for their own survival, while the Autobots try to find Hot Rod to reveal secrets that some hope will never be unburied.

My sibling's summary is shorter: Decepticon mafia princess Hot Rod and long suffering bodyguard Deadlock on the run.

I've been able to work with the wonderful @lush-specimen. Check out her art preview here!

And under the read more, there's a sneak peak of what's coming to AO3 sometime between September 22nd-24th.

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Hot Rod, the Decepticon prince (unofficially, of course). Megatron and Starscream’s sparkling, if the rumors were to be believed, although only Megatron claimed him publicly. Most of the images Ironhide had seen over the years could have been summed up as the ‘Cons appealing to their masses about the future they were fighting for, embodied by this red and yellow sparkling with crimson optics.

Crimson optics that were currently diving out of the way of Ironhide’s blows as she tried to deal with the threat. She needed to get to Optimus, and this mech was hardly more than a youngling. She’d get him out of her way and leave him for his parents to find on the battlefield.

...

“A good effort, little princeling. Maybe practice before the next battle.” She looked for a good non-vital place to run the ‘Con through to pin him here. Although in time, she or any other Autobot might have to dispatch him, she recognized the bravado of a mech in their first battle. And gutting a mechling just in his adult upgrades wasn’t something Ironhide herself could do today.

But as she looked for a place to shove the bar through, the mechling looked back at her through his shattered optics. Except they weren’t shattered. 

One optic, the one on the opposite side from where her punch had landed, still gleamed a brilliant red with some minor cracking. But the other-

Shards of crimson glass were gone from a false optic cover, revealing a piercing blue light underneath from an intact optic.

Ironhide felt all the energon in her system freeze as she stared at a frightened mech barely old enough to fight, with bright blue optics hidden under red glass. His fans were running at full tilt, and he clearly expected he was about to die.

And Ironhide was wondering if she already had.

“You- you can’t be-” She almost stopped keeping the mech pinned, considering instead the option of cupping the mechling’s cheek and asking him what he knew. She’d forget her previous orders. It was more important to get this one back to the Ark. Jazz would have to be enough to get Optimus to safety today, and he’d understand once he saw him. Prowl, although he wouldn’t be pleased, would understand as well once he’d been debriefed on the reality of the situation.

However, Ironhide had let herself become distracted as she tried to decide how to proceed, and a red and black winged cassette flew directly into her face. She could hardly grapple for Laserbeak as she was forced a few steps back in surprise at the cassette’s direct interference.

She heard Hot Rod scrambling out of the ditch, and his transformation sequence as he gunned his engine back towards his own side. Laserbeak wasn’t far behind him as Ironhide stared towards where the mech had been. For a moment, she remained in complete shock.

How had they missed this?

She didn’t have much time, but she reached down and scooped up the glass shards from the shattered optic cover, tucking it into a tiny pocket of her subspace. She might need it as evidence later.

[incorrectlasthours]

Introducing: The Malevolent Tides

A Post-TLH Story - synopsis below!

Please note: The worldbuilding, TID, and TLH characters all belong to Cassandra Clare. I took the liberty to make up the children of the TLH characters (partially based off of the inaccurate Clockwork Princess family tree, but mostly from my own imagination). This story will contain spoilers for Chain of Thorns!

September, 1929: Coming of age during the mundane’s Great War and the Spanish Influenza, the young Shadowhunters of London are no strangers to demons and despair. In fact, compared to the hordes of demons attracted to Earth by the mundane conflicts of their youth, things have been relatively calm as the children grew from a troubled youth into a tentatively hopeful adolescence. Things are looking up… but little does this future “lost generation,” know, their light-hearted, wild youths are about to come to an abrupt end, as darkness and violence comes to claim the mundane - and shadow - worlds once again.

New York City, USA: Elizabeth Herondale has finally left her family’s home… and her drama with her brother, Owen, and his fiancée, Lydia, behind. Elizabeth is eager to forget her troubles in the vices that make New York City the center of the modern world; touted as a place where anyone can arrive a pauper and leave a millionaire, where women are free to move through the streets unaccompanied by men, and where illegal vices - booze, cards, jazz - are easier to find than avoid, Elizabeth is ready to relocate for good and reclaim her future. Accompanied by her intrepid parabatai and cousin, Margaret Blackthorn (who is more comfortable behind the lens of a camera than onstage in a flapper hall), Elizabeth has no plans to return to London any time soon. Then comes October, and the infamous crash of Wall Street that plunges the entire globe into economic recession. Elizabeth does not want to return home, but her and Margie might not have a choice in the matter…

Athens, Greece: Edmund Blackthorn was supposed to return to London and his family eight months ago… and he did, but something drew him back to Athens once more. Picking up his Uncle James’ love for the ancient classics from a young age, Edmund always knew he wanted to do his travel year in the center of it all: Athens, Greece. While he expected his year abroad to be full of research and sightseeing, he did not expect it to be entirely thrown off course by the witty, brilliant Cadia Sedgewick. Together, the two have uncovered an ancient mystery; while other Shadowhunters are urging them to focus on the rapidly-approaching and grim future, Edmund and Cadia are drawn further and further into the past. All the stories are true, after all, and this mystery might just be the key to aid the present and save the future.

Berlin, Germany: Owen Herondale didn’t plan to fall in love with Lydia Kingsmill… but Herondales love only once, as his father and grandfather told him from the time he was young, and Lydia was the only one for him. The Treaty of Versailles that ended the mundane Great War has thrust Germany into despair, and the Shadowhunters of the German institutes are feeling the side effects; indeed, as the churches and government are no longer able to tithe, many Shadowhunters have packed up and left for more lucrative cities, or returned home to Idris. Owen desperately wants Lydia to come to London with him, but Lydia doesn’t want to leave her family - and the institute she grew up in - behind.

Amsterdam, the Netherlands: Vienna Fairchild was determined to embark on a grand voyage like her father, and she wasn’t going to let the fact that she was a woman stop her. At the start of her travel year, Vienna ran to the last city full of glittering nightlife and wild parties in Europe - and indeed, Amsterdam is the last European stand of the ‘Roaring Twenties’ as recession grows over the continent like a shadow. Planning to pack her trunks and flee for the Americas with her best friends Lizzie and Margie, Vienna is stopped when the local institute desperately needs help. Their issue, however, is much larger than Amsterdam itself…

Alicante, Idris: The youngest of her siblings and cousins and friends, Alaina Blackthorn is thrilled to finally have her turn at Shadowhunter Academy. The Academy is, after all, a legendary place for life-changing bonds… it’s where her Uncle James and Uncle Matthew decided to become parabatai, and where her brother Theodore and Graham Fairchild first became friends - and now they, too, were parabatai. Flanked by her friends Raya Fairchild and Taron Carstairs-Lightwood, Alaina cannot wait to finally experience freedom - until the world starts to fall apart, and all their parents summon them back to London.

London, England: The adults of the London Enclave are certain the worst is behind them - they defeated Belial when they were teenagers, and the mundane world has finally calmed down after over a decade of war and pestilence. But the wicked never rest, and dark forces are gathering - and their target is London, the city that started it all.

[em-writes-stuff-sometimes]

I’m so excited for Nameday and SugarDaddy!Daemon. He better be sending enough gifts and jewelry to sink three large ships as Babey’s gifts. Or maybe he’ll just strip down and put a bow around his di- 😉 He’d be cringe like that lol. Or what if he “pretends” to give total control to Babey reader for her Nameday but somehow ends up topping from the bottom? These are less requests and more just me purging my thoughts cause you probably already have the plot for Nameday lol.

And for the dragon fire thing, yeah I guess that does make sense. I always forget that it’s supposed to be cold and windy when they’re flying super high. I always kind of thought of dragons as like, walking space heaters in a sense and their warmth keeps their riders comfy in the air so it doesn’t feel cold but I guess even if you’re warm you can still feel that your surroundings are cold?

Please give us more tidbits of Babey being good at diplomacy and keeping peace between the great houses because someone in that family needs to be 😅 Also I think that’s a good way to make her more badass while still keeping the general vibe of her character. She doesn’t give off “YA protagonist who’s awesome at weaponry despite only training for a week” vibes and she hasn’t been training since childhood either so she’d be very behind unless she was unusually talented in weaponry. It would be cool if Babey became good at making poisons and stuff because she’s an academic and maybe she found an untranslated book of Dothraki poison or something and that piqued her interest. But at the same time I don’t think she’d be cold enough to be ordering the poisoning of people. She could probably if they pushed her far enough but idk. Her being good at making allies also kind of mirrors the vibe she and Daemon and she at athfiezar have in a way. Like don’t touch the princess because she has her psycho husband and scary dragon. Except now it’s don’t touch the princess because she made powerful alliances with great houses.

I’m trying to relax this break but waiting for my results is so anxiety-inducing. I hate it so much especially since my profs don’t have TA’s and they need to take time to grade. It’s mostly been essays and short answer type exams so I’m hoping the sucking up I did this semester helped. 😅I’m trying to take my mind of it by binge reading and watching Netflix shows. Sorry for the longish post lol. I hope you get lots of presents this year!

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Oh, don't you worry, Daemon's gonna be his best disgusting self! He's essentially gonna fuck her awake in the WORST way (I think I mentioned the plot of that in an ask from a few days back), then birthday celebrations, then fuck her when she's stripped of everything but probably the most expensive thing he got her (which I'm imagining is just some absolute monstrosity of a necklace tbh). A treasure for his treasure, ya know what I'm saying?

Oh yeah, like, I have an electric blankie that makes my bed NICE and WARM, but the air on my face is still fucking freezing in the winter; same sorta vibes I guess with dragon-riding, haha. Warm where you're touching the lizard-beast, cold as shit everywhere else. Wind slapping you in the face, making your eyes water, air rushing in your ears - the whole jazz.

I'm definitely leaning into one of the more underutilised tropes when writing female characters with Babey - don't get me wrong, I LOVE a badass fighting reader/OC when executed well, but Reader's purpose was never to defend the family or to rule or to BE a badass. She would quite literally have been raised to marry off to whomever it made sense to give her to when the time came, either to build external political ties or strengthen the Targaryen bloodline. As a result, she's not going to have those 'badass' qualities - she's shy and quiet and obedient because she's been indoctrinated since she could form reasoning that a woman's role is to be shy and quiet and obedient. Her curiosity and intelligence are allowances provided for by an indulgent if absent father, which is perhaps the only thing that has given her an edge. She's never going to be a source of militant strength or the object of fear - but that in itself lends an interesting dynamic, because it makes her role in amongst so many dominating characters in the lead-up to the Dance a difficult one.

I feel like we get so caught-up in the idea that a powerful woman can only be powerful if she emulates traits traditionally seen as masculine; such as physical strength or aptitude, dominance/control and verbosity, for example (not saying these are "men's traits", but rather that they are more likely to be traditionally associated with men). But there is power in femininity - in quiet and courtesy, in warm manipulation and softness, in kind words and calculated inaction. We can already see Babey weaponising some of these things against the people around her (*ahem* DAEMON), and it can even be argued that Alicent does something very similar (in the show, at least). I love badass, heroine Readers and characters so much, but I ultimately feel that Babey's greatest strength is in the process she is undergoing in learning how to use the behavioural structure of Westerosi society to further her own ends. And - failing that - she does have the Cannibal and Daemon. It isn't a weakness to default to other characters to provide the intimidation that you perhaps lack; I'd call it outsourcing, even, utilising a resource for your own benefit. When her words and her courtesies fail her, she has the surety of knowing that Daemon and Athfiezar will remedy the issue with fire and blood. That'll create an interesting dynamic; when someone deals out the consequences with their own hand, you know who to hate for the violence that has ensued. But... if someone else has done so on Babey's behalf? Well, it isn't her fault, is it?

Lol, I'm so sorry you're so stressed! I hope that you get the results you've been hoping for! Please make sure to chill and unwind; I know it isn't helpful exactly, but remember what's done is done and there's no changing the results, so what will be will be! Thank you so much for the well-wishes, I hope you have a lovely break and get everything you want for Christmas. See ya soon!

[raeflora]

Honestly, you just seem like such a genuinely wonderful person! You support my theory that fans of the so-called "toxic" ships tend to attract the nicest people for whatever odd reason :) Here's a fun weekend question: what are some totally unexpected, random headcanons you have about Chuck and Blair? Mine: Chuck is a secret sci-fi geek who even debates this stuff over the internet (just go with it lol!), Blair is secretly in love with country music (notice how quick she was to reference Carrie Underwood?!), they're both addicted to cheesy but awesome horror franchises like Scream, Friday the 13th and Final Destination and watch them over and over together, they secretly love cheap fast food like Taco Bell and McDonald's despite their usual "champagne and caviar" taste, Blair cries A LOT more often than her icy exterior would lead people to believe and even tears up at commercials, they are both insanely attached to the pets they own...etc. And, yes, I plan to work these into the cheesy CB fanfic that I'm dying to write!

hi!! omg that's so sweet thank u so much 🥺🫶🏻🫶🏻 sometimes I forget that ppl actually perceive me on here skafjkdk 😭😭 if u do write any chair fic (which u so should we always need more!!) pls tag me or something bc I'd love to read it!! this is such a fun question so in no particular order:

they both watch reality shows it started ironically but they both got kinda invested and they love binging them after their kids are in bed to unwind from their busy lives

chuck can actually sing but blair only found out when he was trying to get henry to sleep once. she's definitely made him serenade her bc she thinks it's cute

blair tries to knit when she's pregnant with henry but gets so frustrated she stops after making a sock until she gets pregnant again and knits the other one which she proudly presents to their baby girl (the baby doesn't care but she will wear the socks)

they have matching outfits with their children and dogs (I headcanon henry having a l'il dog called tiger along with chuck still having monkey) which blair thinks is sooo cute

chuck lets their daughter paint his nails bc he's always kinda wanted to try it and what better excuse than saying a 4 year old did it so obviously he can't just take it off

chuck's favourite taylor swift song is speak now bc he thinks it's funny (his favourite album overall is reputation. blair's are red, reputation and midnights) he's also into jazz and swing and like electro-swing

blair doesn't like theme parks but they take their kids to disneyland and she wears minnie ears the whole day. chuck doesn't do rollercoasters but henry does get him to go on it's a small world and holds his hand the whole time so he's not scared (henry himself isn't big on animatronics but it's definitely not bc of that he's looking out for his dad). blair glares the princesses down whenever she sees them and almost gets thrown out but they bought the park out so she can't (she lets their daughter dress as belle but has her costume custom made)

blair's surprisingly good at videogames (she likes fighting ones) and gets way too competitive with chuck (who claims he doesn't really like videogames but is suspiciously good at mario kart)

[half-deadmagicperson]

And He Answered

Chapter 6

Words: 1384 (this chapter)

For @phicphight

Prompt by @erebecula (Mermaid AU, where instead of being ectobiologists, Jack and Maddie Fenton study wildlife from under the sea— specifically mermaids. Amity Park is next to multiples large lakes and rivers, the Ghost Zone is underwater, all the ghosts are mers, and Danny is struggling to find a way to explain his sudden aversion to any things water.)

This one is more to bridge over to more plot.

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   Danny held his new sword in glee. With a cheerful grin, he started thrashing it around to defeat an invisible foe. The blade felt less like a separate object than it did an extension of himself. It was perfect.

    The swirl of a whirlpool formed behind him as a figure floated through. A purple cloak flowed through the water, and a hand reached out to touch the young boy.

    "We meet again, Daniel," a smooth voice came from behind. Danny whipped around to find its source. Despite the boy's attempts to look threatening, the man couldn't help but laugh at the shocked expression he wore.

   "You? You're the guy from my dream."

   "That I am, Daniel, you may call me Clockwork."

   "Princess Dorothea said you were a myth."

   "Sometimes myths have truth behind them. I do recall at one point you thought that mers were a myth, yet here we are."

   There were a few moments of silence while Danny was lost in thought. The young boy looked at the ground.

   "Why?" Danny's voice came out small. He looked up to meet Clockwork's red eyes. 

   "Why what?"

   "Why am I like this? Why did you make me like this?"

   "Well isn't it obvious? You'll understand soon. Hindsight is a powerful thing, Daniel. Everything is as it should be."

   Danny was left alone in the dome with his thoughts and a kickass sword. 

  A gasp and shatter of plates soon interrupted his thinking as he saw the form of a mer retreat through one of the whirlpools. 'What was that about?' Danny thought, forgetting about the fact he just pulled a King Arthur and removed a sword of destiny out of a rock. He should probably go home.

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   The trip home was a lot less turbulent than the way there. Danny said good night to Cujo on his way to shore. He pushed his body onto the sand in a more secluded area of the beach. Jazz had hidden a bag of clothes for him in a bush.

   After drying off and getting changed, Danny trudged home, still carrying the sword. There's gotta be a way he could hide this thing. He couldn't exactly walk into his house with a magic sword gifted to him from the people his parents hated so much. 

   The sword must be more connected to him than he thought because it shrank into a bracelet. Danny held the metal up to inspect it. It was covered in mer runes which roughly translated to "Truth" or something. Danny wasn't too sure.

    He walked into his house and greeted his family. His parents apparently hadn't noticed his absence because they were too busy working on a new project. 

   "Check this out, Danno!" His dad said and held up a box, "It's a mer translator!"

   "That's great Dad," Danny replied, trying to sound excited.

   "That's great Dad, fear me!" An electronic voice repeated. Danny's fear levels momentarily spiked. Jack examined the box, perplexed. 

   "Guess there must be some bugs! Don't know why it'd think yer a mer!" His dad concluded before running the box over to the table.

   His mom walked up from the lab. She smiled once she spotted Danny. Ginger hair flowed out of her hood as she pulled it down to greet her son.

   "Oh Danny! Good you're home! How was your time with friends?" 

   "It was good. We got some Nasty Burger," Danny replied.

  "Did you feel that earthquake earlier? Apparently, it's been happening all over the world."

    That can't be good. This whole Bermuda thing must be bigger than he thought. Danny recalled to himself the large crowd from earlier. They were from all over the place, meaning the entire planet was being affected including the water. 

   Danny glanced down at the bracelet on his wrist. What did he get himself into?

   "I'm gonna go up to my room," he announced before storming up the stairs.

    Upon entering the room, he closed the door and started fiddling with his new accessory. How is he supposed to save the world? He's starting highschool in two days. He doesn't even know if he has proper powers or anything. Why couldn't it be someone who's powerful and confident? Why couldn't it be Important Lady or that buff dude? Why did it have to be Danny?

    Jazz knocked on his door. Danny got up and let her in. One look of concern from her was all it took for him to start sobbing. His sister pulled him into an embrace and whispered encouragements into his ear. 

    Once he was more composed, Danny explained his situation. He told her about the prophecy and the sword. He told her how he wants to help, but he doesn't think he's strong enough. The blue man (Clockwork?) had told him that all is as it should be, but Danny didn't feel that way.

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    Danny felt better when he woke up the following morning. Most of his day was spent preparing for school tomorrow. Yesterday's events had forced their way out of his mind, until his daily swim.

    Today, Danny wanted to see if his parents' wetsuit material worked in terms of surviving the transformation. He was getting sick and tired of losing a bunch of shorts and tops. He ran into the water with his black and white outfit that Jazz helped him peice together. They had designed it to work with his fins, but also could cover him up when he got back to land. It looked more or less like a dress on him with the open back and the skirt-like bottom, but if it works it works.

    Once he reached the deeper water, his transformation came to a head. Good news! The new outfit worked. He rolled the bottom part up to make it more shirt length before going to find Cujo.

   He was surprised to see that Cujo wasn't the only one to greet him in Lake Amity. Princess Dorothea was stroking Cujo's head when she noticed Danny.

   "Greetings, Young One!"

   "Hello, Your Majesty," Danny replied with a small bow.

   "I came to inquire about your health. The tremors are said to be returning later this very day. The arch's will be closed soon, and I wanted to make sure you made it to safety.

   "Oh, uh, thanks for coming to check up on me! But, with as much as I'd like to go, I can't. I still have responsibilities here at home. I'm starting highschool tomorrow."

   "High School? Isn't that a land concept?"

   "Er, yeah. It is."

   "Then why must you do it?"

   "Because I'm not just a mer. I'm a land person too." Dora gasped.

   "How is that possible?"

   "I'm trying to figure that out myself. I think it was Clockwork, the blue guy with the purple cloak. He told me yesterday that everything was as it should be, but I don't see how this is how things are supposed to be."

   Dora recovered from her brief shock in order to tell Danny about the meeting going on in the dome. He agreed to go with her.

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   The Important Lady with four arms approached the stage again.

   "Citizens of the Seven Seas and beyond!" Her voice was just as loud as the first time, "we are here today to announce our savior has been found!"

    The crowd roared and cheered. A sense of dread filled Danny as a young girl swam up to the podium.

   "This young lady here saw who pulled the sword out of the stone," Important Lady continued, Danny should really learn her name. The audience murmured as the girl went up to speak.

   "Last night I was bringing some plates to take over to me mum's in the Atlantic when I saw the stone was out of the rock," she started and pointed at Danny, "AND I SAW HIM WITH IT!"

    All eyes turned towards the poor, young boy. Danny swallowed hard. This is gonna be interesting.

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   "Arise, Dark King, Arise!" A sinister voice spoke towards the recently opened gate. He squinted when he noticed a dark spot start to grow.

  "Oh, sugar cookie!" Was all he said before a stampede of undead pirates ran him over. A cackle came from the gate as a final figure slithered out of the prison. Pariah Dark was here.

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Forward, but Never Forget/XOXO - Mood Whiplash

Moments of mood whiplash in FnF that sound so gd strange in summary, but which hopefully make sense in the actual scene itself. Grimdark humor ahoy.

Updates resume by December 10th :D

Forward, but Never Forget/XOXO on AO3

Jinx and Silco dancing to Jazz and her pitching a screaming fit three minutes later.

Silco and Vi being forced to eat dinner together. After dinner, Vi punches him.

Silco and Mel share a waltz. Mel slugs him by the end. They both walk away smiling.

Silco spends an entire day cheerfully terrorizing the chem-barons. It ends with his daughter disappearing.

Silco and Jinx sharing one of the most angsty, hysterical and deadly conversations in their relationship. They make up with tears and hugs. Then Jinx gets grounded.

Mel has a panic attack. Silco ends up putting her in a headlock to stop her scratching his face bloody. They have sex ten minutes later.

Silco and Sevika fuck in the dressing room of a private boutique. Then have a snarling fight in there.

Vi starts her day canoodling Caitlyn and frying eggs. Five minutes later, she's chasing Sevika barefoot down the street.

Lock, Ran and Dustin give a Piltovan journalist the merry tour of Zaun. They get into a firefight in one of Silco’s clubs. Bodies hit the floor.

Jinx falls asleep, Princess Diana-style, in the middle of a gala. Upon waking up, she hurls a bomb at the guests. The night ends with a spray of glitter, not blood.

Silco and Vander in flashbacks. Just. Yeah.