#TY FOR THE ASK !!

[demonic0angel]

Danny, Sam, and Tucker hanging out at a Wayne gala discussing which Wayne kid they should add to their polycule. (Tucker thinks they should add the butler)

"Please, please, please—" Danny begged. "Can I please ask Duke Thomas?"

"Cassandra Wayne is right there!" Sam protested. "Why go for a man when there's a baddie right there?!"

Tucker stayed silent.

It was both fortunate and unfortunate that the Wayne family was so atrociously hot. The eye candy was amazing, but this conversation would probably never end.

"What about Jason Todd? Recently dead and then came back?" Sam asked.

Danny grimaced. "No thanks. Jazz is probably in love with him and he smells like hot garbage. His core is totally damaged and I'm not a fixer upper."

"You know what? Good for you." Then Sam sighed. "Do we even need a fourth?"

"It's just for a night of fun," Danny said nonchalantly.

"If it's for one night, then can I suggest the butler?" Tucker finally spoke up.

Both Sam and Danny stared at him blankly.

Tucker immediately defended himself. "Don't look at me like that! You know, he's a GILF and that probably means he has experience—"

"Tucker, shut your bitch ass up—!"

"Tucker, I swear to god—!"

[notsofrozt]

Request SQH in a clown costume

Here is my fave clown author

Bonus doodle

[moon-ayyye]

All caste headcannons from me : )

I think the system of morality the swords operate under is confusing at best and subject to wild fluctuation at worst. They're designed to fight magical creatures that fall under the *magical* category of evil not any human or moral one. In my head magical good and evil is often different than human good and evil.

But the blades need a wielder and that wielder can influence the blades (just as the blades influence the wielder in turn). In order to fully connect to the blades you need to understand them or at least be willing to listen.

So.

Jason takes a few philosphy classes or at least starts reading theroy. In my head developing a more complex sense of morality and occasionally brushing up on stuff strengthens the connection he has with the blades and let's him use them for longer without draining his soul. (It would also lead to some fun situations where he can go over some red hood plans and determine if they're really helping useing theroy and principles of harm reduction cuz I'm a sucker for analyzing harm reduction from the context of Jason and Red Hood) it also has the added benefit of making any fights he has about morals way funnier. "You can't do that because it's wrong" and the response is a 10 page essay on moral objectisum complet with cited sources and also a note that says "fuck you"

Idk i just think it'd be really fun to analyze morality though the lense of both personal choice AND magical choice and what it means when those two factors influence eachoter. I just really wanna use the all blades as a vehicle for commentary ig.

Also! The all caste were like... ancient monks who had some foresight, in my head they 100% saw some of this stuff comming and one day Jason will be called back to like... restart them or something. Idk it's an excuse for my "he gets less human over time" headcannon to connect to "i want the all caste back plz" i think it'd be prity cool if Jason was chosen both because of who he is and bc of his connection to gotham and a lesser extent the bats. Gotham is like so super cursed and getting someone who can maybe harness some of that cursed energy in as the chosen one is probably a nice power boost. Plus the bats are free alies which will be super useful if/when Jason ever decides to restart the all caste (in my head there's resources aviable for this plan, bc no way they're just gone gone forever)

I also like the idea that Jason has blood magic and soul magic and that thease two magics are very volatile and dangerous.

Anyways those r my thoughts hope you enjoyed!!!!!!

I actually fully agree with this, and it's why I think the wielder is someone who has to be properly vetted. It's similar to Thor's hammer; you need to fit really obscure and specific criteria to use it, but when you fit them, you connect really well to it. Anyone can use the blades, but only Jason can properly wield them

Jason is canonically a freakishly fast learner, so I do see him going through both human libraries and the All Caste archives, since you can't be an ancient order of warrior monks without one, and that would really influence his plans and general outlook on everything

[pigeonstab]

Have you seen Hamilton? Which sans do you think will most likely know every word of every songs in it?

I haven't :( I want to though. I'm not sure, but Ink seems like a theater kid lol

I think he'd enjoy dressing up

[angel-mira]

What's more important Wade's thighs or her butt?

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

I would love to see your headcanons of how Darry would prank Pony. How he would be a little shit in his own eldest-brother way.

oh my god hello love!! ok i think about these two CONSTANTLY I have a handful!!!

ok one I think as a small day to day mischief Darry LOVES to wake Pony up by grabbin' him by the ankles 'n just YANKIN' Darry's always the first one up of the three of them most days 'n he never ever stops thinkin' its funny to wake Pony up in the most jarrin' way possible

I know I've talked about this somewhere else but Darry also adores just lyin' for the fun of it. Pony'll ask him what the weathers supposed to be like or how somethin' works or any of the other million things he's always pesterin' Darry about 'n if he doesn't know (or half the time even when he DOES) he's just makin' that shit up. Pony CONSTANTLY has to fact-check him but most times when he asks Soda he doubles down on the lie (a decent amount of the time Pony believes a complete n utter lie for MONTHS until he mentions it to someone else 'n they're like huh? what are u talkin' about that's not true Pony goes home FUMIN')

Darry will just pick Pony's ass up. Not movin' fast enough? picked up. gettin' in the way? picked up. sittin' where Darry wants to? picked up. not necessarily a prank but for sure an older brother mannerism that makes Pony fuckin' CRAZY he is always THRASHIN' 'n WAILIN'

He'll randomly shout Pony's full legal name for no reason at all i.e. "PONYBOY MICHAEL CURTIS" 'n Pony feels all the blood drain outta his face 'n he BOOKS it over 'n Darry's like "do u want casserole for dinner?" Pony's standin' there huffin' 'n puffin' RED in the face

Sometimes when Pony's headin' out to do somethin' Darry already told him he could Darry loves to pull the "WHERE do you think ur goin'?" 'n when Pony's like "the movies? you said I could?" Darry's like "mmmm no I don't think I said you could do that" Pony's losin' his mind "yeah you DID" Darry's got a hand on his chin cartoonishly like "mmm not ringin' a bell I don't think so"

When someone's tryin' to make plans with Darry 'n he does NOT wanna go he'll be like sorry :( can't leave the kid alone shucks man yeah well what are you gonna do? yeah I know he's fourteen but last time I did that I came home to four empty vodka bottles. Huh? Oh naw he didn't drink 'em. Do you know what a Molotov cocktail is? He STAYS lyin' on Pony's name

Oh he loves to pull the "oh jesus Pony did you forget?" "forget what?" "holy fuck Pony you really did, didn't you?" "forget WHAT? the dishes? the laundry? what?" "jesus Pone AGAIN?" "WHAT??" oh he TORMENTS him

when Darry's runnin' late (exceedingly rare but still) he blames it on Pony EVERY time somehow it is always that kids fault he's runnin' behind

[itslikesearcingforsomething]

Tell me asingle reason why mileven isn't endgame, i'll wait

your mom

[nyaskitten]

God I wish the Forbidden Five were Egalt and Rontu’s last students like. It makes so much damn sense. It makes things personal and tragic. It explains why their invincible ability is so clearly derived from Spinjitzu. It adds to these two dragons knowing exactly how to counter the Five’s invention.

But that would require making the Forbidden Five actual characters with pathos and a backstory so I can see what happened.

NO DEADASS that would have been so peak. TRAGICALLY the writers are a teensy bit allergic to writing seasonal villains as actual, interesting characters and not just obstacles. NO HATE TO THE WRITERS OFC, it's just I feel like the actual seasonal threats could be done FAR better (like my love Beatrix </3)

[cleopatraphouse]

As someone who has read 1000+ Wormfics, what makes a Wormfic great and what ruins one? <3

So, as with any art, there are no rules, any trope can be used well or poorly. Silly shipfics are just as valid as serious dramas, and each side has its own style guide.

However,

GREAT!:

Exploring characters, locations, or ideas that canon didn't have time for, or exploring them in a way that canon didn't.

Remembering that any element of canon can be dropped if it doesn't serve the story. Have fun with it, put your own spin on things. Give me an interpretation, not a recitation.

Knowing that writing a Wormfic is participating in a conversation that's been happening for over a decade, and at least trying to say something new.

Knowing that Nazis are bad, and WHY they're bad!

Alec is there

RUINOUS!: (and keep in mind these are Wormfic-specific as opposed to just being about art in general, which is why 'too many typos' or 'being Nazi propaganda' aren't on the list)

Following the stations of the canon like a road map

Opening with The Locker Event

Being boring power fantasy slop

Forcing an idea with enough substance for a one-shot to stretch for an entire novel's length

"Vicky, aura."

[demonic0angel]

DcxDp

Danny gets a part time job at a small arcade, lazer tag arena, bowling alley, mini golf course, indoor playground, and go kart track called The Fun Zone, the place is a front for a gang and he knows it, he doesn't care though the place pays him really well which is awesome for a broke college student now if only the Gotham vigilantes would leave him alone and stop trying to question him, The Fun Zone by coincidence happens to be on the very edge of Hood's territory so when he comes in one afternoon armed to the teeth and ready to shut the gang down, Danny just stares at him from behind a register and asks "If you take over do I keep my job?"

Jason: …. Sorry, what?

Danny: Can I keep my job?

Jason: …. You’re not working for the mafia?

Danny: I mean like, they pay me livable wages, but probably not. So can I still get paid?

Jason: *looking at his goons in confusion* uh. Sure.

Danny: Sweet. I think they keep the record books in the back, underneath the game sets.

Jason:

Goons:

Danny:

Jason: Uh. Thanks?

Danny: Np, boss :)

[alevolpe]

Without doing any research on cosplay or musical uniforms, what type of material do you tend to imagine the senshi gloves being made out of?

Oh, this is quite the interesting ask!

Well, the boring answer is.. magic lol, but I don't wanna be boring.

I honestly always imagined them being a mix of cotton and synthetic material, maybe like a 70 to 30 ratio.

They've always seemed very soft and sturdy, but not too stuffy. The creases in the gloves are very noticeable in the 90's anime and they seem to hold their shape even at minor bends of the wrists.

I can see why some people would tend to see them as simply just synthetic fabric, since they're very form fitting, but they have a certain thickness to them you can feel just by looking at them. (They do NOT feel like my shitty polyester drawing glove)

I also don't imagine them being slightly reflective like synthetic fabric tends to be.

To the people saying they're made out of leather... I don't know man, it's your life, have fun! (ur still wrong tho)

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

GRAYSON! I MEANT GRAYSON! RICHARD GRAYSON! I FORGOT ABOUT PENISES

Anon- this is the funniest fucking thing ever, because I hadn't SEEN the first ask yet, just the notification for this one

And of course I (high off pain meds) was confused as hell- like wtf did Richard have to do with you forgetting penisis exist??

Then I saw it. In all its glory.

[moon-ayyye]

I saw a few asks that revolved around all caste Jason or just the all blades and I just wanted to share a very self indulgent hcs and would like to hear your thoughts on them:

1.) Jason having the white hair streak but there is no definite origin for them but rather a clusterfuck of reasons. A form of Marie-Antoinette syndrome perhaps, perhaps perhaps the all caste and such. Nobody really knows. I mention this because I thing is would be very cool if like. When Jason takes out the all blades in fire situations, his mostly black hair suddenly becomes a shock of all white hair (I’m debating if he should have a streak of black hair, like a reversal of his color palette perhaps). It’s kind of like an Acheron from Honkai Star Rail situation. Jason assumes it has something to do with the all caste but it doesn’t explain him having it before he joined them. It’s a mystery to them

2.) I actually saw this from somewhere and I really enjoyed it so I incorporated elements of it into my own world building but the all blades affect how he perceives the wold and he has tricky feelings in regards to it. Something something about the all blades being able to detect too things: the weight of someone’s evil + their ability to repent. Jason only sees the full picture when he’s got the blades out, which is rarely. However he can sense things about someone and figures it worth investigating depending on how intense the pull is for justice. The flipside is that the all blades doesn’t care about human sentiments and will see the evil in anything. Even in children and animals and it does not fully coincide with Jason’s own morals. It simply connects to his righteous justice and his capability to bring about that change—not his empathy. It makes his feelings about it all fucky whucky

3.) Jason’s body is already fucky whucky after coming back to life because of resurrection, non all caste related. Some of these examples in my mind is: *much* slower heart rate, inhuman levels of strength (not enough to be a super meta, but something about being undead removing him from a few restraints that exist when you’re alive. But also the cosmic nature of him coming back means he’s not getting all the undead enchancements. For example he can use strength that surpasses any human capability by a certain range depending on how desperate he is, but it’s tied to adrenaline. He also can destroy all his limbs if he uses too much force cause he’s still Ina. Human body. So he uses it very sparingly). Anyways long story short. When he has the all blades out, because the blades are his soul and his soul is no longer in his body, he is capable of being much more stronger, faster, and sharper because his body and soul are not limited to anything. His consciousness is his soul and his body is the vehicle of justice. That being said this can only happen for very short amounts of time because the longer his soul is out of his body the harder it is to stay tethered and he will probably die. Or be stuck in limbo and that is not fun

Sorry for word vomiting all over your inbox I hope that this finds you well

No need to apologise. These are really good!. I'll address my takes on each one:

1) I headcanon that the white streak is actually the mark of the All Caste, and it disappears when he draws them out. The opposite of what you said. If I'm reading a crossover fic with danny Phantom, then yeah, having full white hair with a black streak is an amazing design in my eyes. If you want, it could also be like a kiss of death; lady death feels strongly connected to Jason and so marked him as one of hers. That way, it also works as being independent from the All Caste while explaining away how he keeps coming back. To me, Superboy Prime's punch didn't directly bring him back, but it created enough leway for Death to be able to revive him.

2) I actually really like this headcanon. Being completely free of evil is impossible due to human nature, so it's always more of a spectrum than a binary system. It would be triggered heavily around people like the flashes due to the deaths they caused by fucking with the timestream (ie flashpoint), or members of the JLD, specifically Jason Blood, Constantine, and Raven. You could have him battle that instead of pit madness. Also a bonus, if you like JJ!Tim and the fanonised version of the attack on TT, you can have it so Jason attacks Tim because he's the next potential candidate for the joker, so that's what triggers Jason into beating him. Him being JJ in other universes sort of stains his aura so to speak.

3) Jason has canonically punched a hole in the hull of a submarine that's under water. This definitely has merit. In my mind, since Jason pulls out his soul, Cass and Shiva can't read him because his body isn't thinking. It's acting. It's kind of like Richard Dragon's ability. It being a short burst makes sense, but I also like it when Jason just becomes less and less human over time. He starts looking like Essence; pure white pale skin, black eyes, and whispy white hair. It starts as a short burst, but over time, he can maintain that form for longer until, eventually, decades later, he's just always like that. Also the slower heart rate is such an interesting idea. Sometimes he forgets to breathe, or goes weeks without eating, and he doesn't realise it because his body is, as you aptly described it, fucky whucky.

If you have any more headcanons please send them my way, these were really fucking good.

[mitnnvy]

Does Yoku or Jacob or like... any of your ocs like knitting scarfs or something (idk I might do something with it drawing wise. Probably in my sketchbook tho.)

(SORRY FOR THE AWKWARD AHH ASK, I haven't done this in awhile💀😭)

Haii, my love !! (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

Well... I think the only one who likes crochet is Saiky! She learned from Luther and they must spend a lot of time together crocheting!

But if you're talking about sewing in general... I think Jacob! He doesn't like crochet, but he can sew parts of his own body and the bodies of others !!

Example:

Tysm for the ASK !! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

[tiredistic]

Janis getting caught touching herself? 🫦 This was circling my mind but couldn't execute it

"Messages"

pairing: Regina x Janis + Damian mentioned

content warning(s): Smut, slight mirror play, sexting kinda, fluff at the end

summary: Regina and Janishad been texting all day, Janis has to get it out and Regina catches her. (also like Regina plays Tennis for the plot)

a/n: Thank you for trusting me with this 🫡, hope I did this justice lol, thank you so much for the ask, this was fun to write.

Janis was 20 minutes into class, but it felt like hours.

Every sound in the room started to piss her off. The clock ticking, pencils scratching, Damian chatting her ear off, even her own fingers tapping on her desk annoyed her.

Every second away from Regina felt like hell.

All day Regina had been sending spicy texts and images. Janis was sent various locker selfies, sneaky up the skirt pics, and even ass shots.

Normally, this would be heaven for Janis, her special treat to get through the day. But all it did was make the day harder.

She has been pent up all day with no avail. It would help just to get a glimpse of the girl, maybe a kiss. But Janis didn't see Regina all day- She needed to see Regina.

Her phone dinged once again, she picked up the phone checking the notification. It was a attached image from Regina.

Janis let out a shaky breath before looking around for any wandering eyes. She was in the back of the class so she could open it safely.

The picture was everything Janis needed to send her right over the edge.

It was Regina in her small slutty tennis attire, with her shirt hitched up just enough to show off her tits, as she held up her skirt with her free hand, revealing her brand new rhinestone thong.

Regina stared at the camera acting all innocent, but behind those pretty eyes was a trap, and Janis fell right in.

"Yes, Imi'ike?" The teacher asked, noticing Janis's raised hand.

"May I be excused?" Janis hesitated, for a second wondering if all of this was worth missing the study hall. But then she remembered the thong.

"Are you sure we're in the middle of-"

"I really have to go, thanks" Janis smiled, grabbing her phone and rushing out of the room.

With speed she made it down to a private bathroom. It was one Regina and Janis frequently hooked up in. Everyone knew not to go in it, well all exept some stray new kids.

She swinged open the door, she was so blinded by horniness that she carelessly forgot to lock it.

She pealed her jacket off, throwing It to the side as she slid down the wall.

She unbuttoned her pants pulling them down to her ankles, wasting no time to start rubbing herself through her panties.

She was already so wet, it was so embarrassing. Regina wasn't even there, yet she got aroused from her pictures alone.

"fuck.." she gasped rather quietly, she opened her phone once again, looking at Regina's perfect curves.

She closed her eyes, her hand slipping under her waistband. Her mind wandering,

She thought of Regina fucking her crazy. Harshly, aggressively, everything Janis likes- everything Janis wanted.

She imagined if it was Regina fucking her, she wasted no time thrusting her fingers inside of herself, at a merciless pase just like Regina would do.

"You like that?"

"Mmhmm, harder-" Janis moaned, her legs twitching ever so slightly.

"Answer my question, bitch"

"I like it Regina, holy fuck"

"You seem so pent up baby, what happened?"

"I've been saving my pussy for you- only for you Regina"

"Who's whore are you?"

"I'm your whore- your slut fuck- just fuck me harder-" Janis's fingers sped up as her hips bucked, the corners of her eyes teared, her mouth gaping open.

"How bad do you want me?"

"I need you so bad baby!"

"Come for me then"

And Janis did, her body tembled as she drowned her fingers in her come. Her eyes glossed, and her head slumped against the wall.

Her fingers lazily pumped inside herself as she rode out her high, whimpers falling from her mouth as she pictured Regina- Regina in that sexy outfit.

She glanced at her phone, that selfie catching her eye- her favorite picture.

"Fuck Regina you really know how to drive me crazy."

Janis rubbed her clit slowly, her eyes taking in every single detail in the image from the barely noticeable sweat that covered Regina, to the hickey Janis left on her a few nights prior.

"I really need you Regina holy fuck... please fuck me." Janis whined.

Janis was so lost in the moment, she didn't even notice how a certain blonde was standing in her presence.

"I thought you would have had more self control" Regina laughed, looking down at Janis.

"R-Regina!" Janis gasped, panic painted her face as she desperately hurried to cover herself.

She dropped her phone in the process and in a horrible attempt to get it back, it slid right to Regina's feet.

"Just what do we have here" Regina asked in a mocked shocked expression. She picked up the phone and to no surprise it was the image.

"Oh my gosh are you actually getting off to these? She waved it in Janis's face, teasing her.

"Whst are you doing here?"

"I should be asking you that question"

Regina kneeled down, grabbing Janis's jaw harshly, her eyes filled with lust and her expression was hungry.

"You knew what you were doing when you sent those explicit selfies to me."

"Did I?" Regina scoffed, pulling Janis to her feet, pushing and holding her on the wall.

Janis winced at the contact, her cheek pushed against the cold bathroom tile.

"Just look at yourself," Regina turned Janis's face towards the mirror next to them. The view was perfect.

"Shut up Regina.. please"

"Just what did you think would happen if it was somebody else who found you In here? Hm?"

"I- I dunno-"

"What about the hallway? What if somebody else heard you moaning my name? Huh bitch?" Regina seethed, her hands going in to roughly play with Janis's clit.

"Fuckkk... Regina please.."

"Isn't this what you want? You want me to fuck you here in this bathroom?"

Janis let out a guttural moan, her head rested on the wall as she allowed herself to get fucked dumb.

Regina's fingers roughly handled Janis's hole, wet sounds filled the bathroom, boucing off the walls.

"You like that baby?" Regina asked a sly smirk glued on her face.

"Mhmmm.. I love it-" Janis gasped out her chest rising and sinking rapidly.

"You gonna come?" Regina leaned into Janis's ear, already knowing the answer.

Janis nodded, moaning at feeling Regina's fingers thrusting deep inside of her.

"C'mon baby girl use your words.." Regina sighed pushing Janis up to the sink and bending her over on it.

Janis was face to face with herself. She watched herself get fucked by her girlfriend who stared at her through the mirror.

"Eyes on yourself baby. Just look at how submissive you are for me."

Regina slipped 3 fingers into the girl's soaking cunt. Her other hand aided in pulling her own skirt down, showing off that thong.

Janis's eyes went wide, as she smiled while she was shaking on the sink. Regina's hand went to grab Janis's hair pulling the girls slumping head back ever so slightly.

Regina grinned at the sight, she threw her head back as she fought off her own orgasm.

"Janis your such a pretty girl, I love pretty girls.." Regina groaned, blush covered her face.

"Mm gonna come-"

"Do it."

With that Janis's legs buckled, her body trembled while she coated Regina's fingers.

Janis rode out her high, slumping down on the sink, her hips looking for any friction on the girls stilled fingers.

Regina slowly pulled out from the girl, making sure to hold her up so she wouldn't fall over.

"So good for me baby girl." Regina whispered she licked her fingers not breaking eye contact for a second.

Regina then moved to clean Janis up. She picked up Janis's clothes, cleaning her up with the towels and clothing her gently.

"Janis baby, what class where you in before this?" Regina asked scoping the halls.

"English?"

"Alright stay here I'll be back."

Regina jogged over to where Janis's class was, sliding in and spotting the girls desk imminently.

"Regina! Just what are you doing here?" Damian teased his tone was low as he covered his mouth in a mock shocked expression.

"Shut up. Is this all of Janis's stuff?" Regina whispered trying her best to stay out of the teachers view.

"Every last thing."

Regina grabbed Janis's bag, her work and her various fidget toys on her desk, she sneaked back out then made her way back to Janis.

"Oh hey Gina." Janis smiled, she was still glowing from her prior orgasm.

"Not too loud jeez" Regina smiled, leading her towards thr exit and to her car.

"Wait- regina the school day isn't even over.." Janis wonderd.

"It is now."

They got into Regina's car, and she drove them to her house.

She carried Janis to her room where they cuddled.

"So... are you going to wear it more often?" Janis sleepily asked, her hands playing with Regina's palm.

"Wear what?"

"Y'know.. the thing.."

"My rhinestone thong?" Regina giggled, to which Janis nodded.

"You really like it?"

"Yeah it's super sexy..." Janis sighed, her finger tracing Regina's body.

"Please Janis don't get me started again." Regina sighed tiredly, she just wanted to lay in Janis's arms and sleep.

"Why not? You didn't even come earlier.."

"How are you not sure I didn't come watching you fantasize about me while you were getting off?"

"Wait you came from that?"Janis sat up slightly, she'd ask again on what she meant but Regina was already sleeping.

[allasticus]

Why this vessel? I am sure you had a number that might be right? But, why him?

A smile unfurled—grotesque, unnatural, carved onto the entity’s face like a wound that delighted in its own infection. It wasn’t meant to reassure. It was meant to exist, to remind.

Slowly, his form shifted. Shadow sloughed away like old skin, and in its place rose the pale imitation of flesh—ashen skin pulled taut over stolen shape, laced with glints of violet steel where bone might have once ruled. A fusion. A mockery. The boundary between captor and captured blurred until it was obscene.

His lips parted, and when he spoke, the voice was—unnervingly—clear. Measured. Almost gentle. As if each word were being offered on silver hooks.

“This vessel,” he said, gesturing languidly to himself, “was not chosen. It was offered.”

The smile widened, split by a dry, rasping chuckle that seemed to crawl from somewhere far deeper than his throat.

“He was perfect. Brash. Arrogant. A hammer in search of something to shatter—too proud to question the foundation beneath his feet. He came seeking to unmake what bound me, believing himself righteous. Noble. Alone.”

The creature’s head tilted, as if savoring the memory like aged wine.

“Even when she tried to stop him—the Scholar, with all her warnings and quiet desperation—he did not listen. No...” A pause, deliberate. “He ignored her. And in doing so, gave me everything.”

He spread his hands, mock-angelic, draped in shadows that moved too slowly.

“So you see...” His eyes burned like stars choked in oil. “I did not choose him...

H̶̭̩̳̪̣͇̮̺̭̰̀̾̔͝e̸̢͍͔̱͕̠̮̝̭̋̑ͅ ̸̡̧̞̩͇̬͍͉̓͋̄̈́͗͝͝c̵̺͕̙͙͙̜͙̲̠̣͌̓̂͘͠h̶̛̯̜̜̦͓͙̤͚͈̫͗̽̏̐͆ǒ̵̡͔̘͙̘̄͛͌͆̃͘͜͝͠ͅs̴̨͚̠̭͈̾͌̋e̷̗̲̤͌̾̅̏̾̀̏ ̴̦̜̱̍͐̄̓m̴̹̓̓̓̽̏̈͘̕e̷̞͚̭͖͙̙̜̘̳͌͑̆͊̈̃̽̏̾"

And in that moment, it was no longer a possession. It was a covenant.

(Brief mention of @eluviannaa)