#duck candles dressed as vigilantes

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Pandora was right, taking baths out in the wilderness was great! He could see the stars and point out the constellations as he scrubbed himself and practiced his singing where no one could hear him. This did not stop him from wearing swim trunks, so hess a litte paranoid. Sue him.

Pandora had been very clear about going deep into the wilderness where no one could hear him sing, because if they heard the siren song of a halfa and fled they would be haunted by it forever or until he himself tracked them down and sang a song strong enough to free them.

Ancients she knew him so well.

He had been minding his own business playing in the water with his multitude of floating duck candles, a purchase he begged Sam for when he was drugged out of his mind after a very devastating injury, and practicing one of the songs Pandora put on the "study list" called The Fairy King. If he didn't know any better he would think she was making fun of him.

He scrubbed his arm with a washcloth as he sung watching as the ducks floated around in the little super hero costumes Tucker had 3d printed for them. "Huh. It almost looks like they're dancing."

A light bulb went off in his head. He began practicing with his telekinesis as he sang, making the ducks dance together in little twists and twirls. He doesn't think he's ever had this much fun in a bath before honestly.

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Red Robin and Nightwing were sneaking through the foliage looking for a supervillians secret base when they heard it. The sound of a full symphony playing live off in the distance. They nodded at eachother before heading in the direction the sound was coming from. They were almost on top of it when they heard the singing begin,

"When the house is still i can hear his song, beckoning me out into the ga-ar-den" the boys froze, this didn't sound anything like thier villain, they turned back to the noise edging closer, "his lullaby- promises sweet- escaaape"

Nothing could have prepared them for what they saw once they parted the underbrush, a glowing white haired teenager was standing in chest deep water, haloed by the moon behind, offering them an ethereal scene "He says, 'come my drifting flower i will hold you tight. Listen to the chime of stars and moo-oonlight-'"

The teen lifted up a floating ducky that was dressed like Red Robin in one hand and placed the other of his chest as he continued singing, "take my hand-and feel here- my heaart"

Red Robin turned beat red and Nightwing moved to give him a comforting pat on the shoulder only to have a twig snap underneath his boot. The guy whirled around and locked eyes with Nightwing for only a moment before screaming and falling backwards into the water. Bubbles rose to the surface of the pond only for a few seconds before they vanished all together.

It felt like a spell was broken and the two vigilantes just stood there for a second before nightwing jumped in to save a possibly drowning teen. No matter how hard he searched he couldn't find any proof that the guy was ever even there, save for the duck candles (?) that Red Robin had already finished collecting from around the pond.

RR didn't seem surprised that the guy had vanished and was examining the ducks. More specifically the bottoms. Dick went to see what was going on only for his younger brother to show him the bottom of the Nightwing duck.

There, in messy handwriting, was the ducks name: Duckwing

Dick laughed and started going through the ducks names, Quack-Hood, Bat-Bill, Red-Drake (which was kinda concerning and brought up the question of whether or not this guy knew any of thier identities) and funniest of all, a Robin one with a little plastic katana simply named Stabby.

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Danny hid his face in his pillow after accidentally teleporting home. This was awful.

He waited until the heat in his face disappeared before taking a few deep breaths and thinking about how he was going to handle this. He obviously needed to track down the two Gotham vigilantes (what were they doing out there?) and break the spell on them before they become obsessed with him.

Then he remembered his ducks, "Aw man. What are the chances they didn't take my ducks?" Teleporting back to the pond after a full hour of being away showed a dark and duckless pond, much to his disappointment.

Now he added "recue the ducks" to his mental checklist.

Unbeknownst to him the vigilantes weren't the only ones to hear his song...

[hobbitsnapes]

The Red Hoods Protègè chapter 18

Older Damian Wayne x ofc

(Photo made by my lovely friend @inspeech)

Summary:Red hood has taken a young vigilante under his wing and subsequently changes Damians life forever.

Tags: @comic-nerd-dc @comic-brew @psychovigilantewrites @psych0crybaby

Leaves crunched under her boots the further out she got. The cool air sending shivers up her spine despite the heavy jacket she wore. The faster her steps fit, the harder the leaves rustled against her feet.

Today had been a long day, having been out since before the sun breaked over the sky. She had left at 5:30 to head into the city, going to various shops with Tim. They were hurrying to gather everything they needed for Saturday.

In 2 days time, was the Wayne Halloween gala. Bruce would always host one each year, but with the help, and threats, sandy convinced him to let her decorate.

Usually, there wasn’t much. A punch bowl filled with dark red punch, people wearing black, and the ovation all scary song. But not this year.

Halloween has always been one of her favorite holidays. While her parents didn’t let her leave the house, they would decorate their home with spooky decor, bake Halloween treats for them to enjoy and dress up and have a dance party.

Since her adoption, she kept up the tradition. Last year having baked cookies whilst dressed up with her father. Her dresses up as Dorothy, and Jason as the cowardly lion. It suited him, for his large stature, and as she put it, “nearly as much body hair.” Which caused him to laugh. Halloween has a special place in her heart, it wasn’t just scary costumes and scares. It was about having fun being someone that you aren’t. Well, some did that everyday.

She kept walking outback, further out than she had ever been. Usually she stuck to the large garden, but today she went further.

She stopped in her tracks when she noticed a pond, and beside it was, a small barn? Questions swam in her brain as to what it could be. It didn’t look old, or vacant. Her curiosity got the better of her as she walked up to it.

Reaching for the handle, she braced herself. What could be in here? Is she allowed? She’s far from the manor, barely seeing it from this distance.

A noise from inside startled her, her heart sinking slightly. Somethings in there. She finally turned the knob, a gasp leaving her when she opened the door.

Tims phone rang beside him, startling him awake. Drool collected at the side of his face, wiping it away. He picked it up, answering the call without looking. “Hello?” He asked, his voice strained and groggy with sleep. “Tim, I, um. How do I put this? Help.” His heart picked up as he’s fully awake, panic fills him when he hears the tone in Sandy’s voice. Slightly wavering but calm. “What’s going on, where are you? Are you hurt?” Each question he asked came out more urgent than the last. “First off stop panicking. Second, I um, went for a walk outback and I came across a small barn. And I’m. Idk how to put this so I’m just gonna say it. There’s a cow and it’s currently sucking my hand like it’s a nipple. I’m stuck.” Relief filled him, then questions, then laughter. “So you’ve met batcow.” He chucked. “Huh? I’m, what?” Her response made him laugh even harder. “Damian got her when he was younger. She’s actually the reason he went vegetarian. Why don’t you just pull your hand out her mouth? She’s not mean.” “That’s the problem. Each time I try she cries. I don’t want to offend her.” Laughs boomer out his chest, his head thrown back as he clutched his stomach. “So she’s doing that again, alright. I hate to say this but, I’ve gotta call Damian to go get you. Sometimes she does this and he’s the only person she listens too. Are you okay with that?” “It’s fine, just tell him to hurry up. It’s cold out here.”

Damian sighed when he spotted her, confusion coming even faster when he got up to her. She sat against the barn, with batcow still sucking her hand. He watched as she talked to the cow as if it was a normal person. “So you’re talking to animals now?” He asked, a small smirk on his face. “You’re one to talk.” He raised his eyebrow at her. “You dress up every night, inspired by a bird. That’s totally normal.” Both chuckle slightly at her response. He bends down to both of them, bringing his hand and scratching the top of the cows head. “Alright come on pretty girl. You gotta let go of her hand.” As if he used magic, the cow let go of her hand. She shakes her hand, wiping it off on her pants. They both stand up, putting the cow back inside the barn.

She ran ramped down the hallway, dispersing and running back down for what was the 36 time. Dick and Damian both opened their doors, stepping out. She ran into dicks chest, nearly knocking both of them over. She had a box in her arms, handing it to dick. “There’s more in my room. Both of you, bring it down to the gala room now.” She frantically exclaimed. Running back to her room, running out with 2 more boxes.

Shock filled them when they entered the room. The usually plain grand room filled with decorations. Cobwebs strung on each wall corner. Toy bats hung down from the feeling. Pumpkins filled each window and empty surface along with candles that hadn’t been lit. “How did you-“ “lots of dedication, and a ladder. Now both of you, get everyone to come in here and help me.” Shock filled them further. She looked tired. Her usually wavy hair now curly and wet. She wore high waisted jeans with a tank top tucked into it. Her botfly glistened with a layer of sweat. Her face was flushed, shiny due to her sweating. Both of them looked around again, still in awe of the room. “You’ve done all this, by yourself?” Damian asked. “Yes, I started around 2 this morning.” She replied. Her voice sounding even more tired than before as she rummaged through another box. “Wait, 2? I heard you go to bed at 12. Have you slept?” Duck asked, worry filling him as he watched her. “Couldn’t fall asleep. I gave up at around 1:30 and started getting everything ready for tomorrow.” Worry stuck both of them at her response. “Sandy, go to bed. You need to sleep.” Dick says, his voice harder than usual. “It’s fine. I need to get this done. Besides, Tim does it all the time.” She replies, annoyance laced in her voice. “Yes and he's done this for years. You haven’t. So go to bed.” Damian said, his voice growing slightly irritated. She set the candles down on the floor, looking at him. Her eyes bore holes into him. “Damian, shut the fuck up. You’re the last person who should be talking about my wellbeing. So stay the fuck out of this.” She exclaimed. Anger evident in her voice. Rage and anger filled him at her voice, his arms slightly shaking at his sides. “And I don’t need you to fucking drop and fall because you didn’t sleep last night.” He replied, anger in his voice. “Oh so now you care. You’ve never once gave a damn if I was okay or hurt. So you know what Damian? Go fuck yourself. I tried fixing us, I tried being nice. But you have your panties in a twist. Screw you.” She yelled, tears in her eyes nearing falling. She walked away, her footsteps hard and fast as she left the room. His heart throbbing in his chest in pain.

The commotion could be heard from floors away, everyone who could make it was there for the annual Wayne Halloween gala. But while usually the room was how it usually looked, now decorated from floor to ceiling. The staircases were lined with white taper candles that stretched . Tables covered by black and red table cloths with the same candles in the center. Walls covered with old paintings, some of which were family, others horror. Pumpkins filled the corners of the room. Small fake bats and spiders lined the ceiling along with cobwebs.

She smoothed out her dress for the tenth time in the last few minutes. She added a final hair pin to her hair, smoothing the long tendrils out of her face. She wore a long black wig, styled in a curled updo with a dark rose. The front layers lay curled at the sides of her face. It was strange, seeing the way she dressed for the night. She looked as if she came from early Victorian times. The long black lace dress she wore was beautiful. The intricate lace that covered the entirety was astonishing. The only color to the dress was the dark red corset that showed through the chest piece. Very little make was applied, alert from fake blood that dropped from her mouth down her neck. The fangs she wore in her mouth weren’t as uncomfortable as she thought, having gotten more realistic smaller ones rather than the large ones you’d find at a Halloween shop. And with one final look, she stepped out of her room.

All eyes watched as Damian walked in, the room going slightly quiet. He wore a long dark black coat, along with a dark red vest underneath with gold details. A puffy white button up underneath that only showed in the chest. Black dress pants with shiny black shoes completing the store. His hair covered by a shoulder length black wig, messily tied back by a ribbon. His usual dark emerald green eyes now dark yellow. The only giveaway as to his costume was the fangs in his mouth.

His breath caught in his throat, heart thumping loudly in his chest when he saw her. She looked nothing like herself. Her usual short hair now long in an intricate updo. What would usually be her usual sweater with capris, now a long bold Victorian ball gown. His eyes follow her as she glides around the room.

She watched as countless people cane up to her, her heart beating wildly in her chest. Her stomach tied in knots as they all greeted her. She swallowed the vomit that she was sure would come up and put on a smile. She shook more peoples hands in 10 minutes than she ever had in her life. Her chest closing up the longer she was around them.

This wasn’t her thing. All the people, the dresses, the fear of someone taking photos, everything was growing too much. Tears collected in her eyes that she blinked away. Her throat burning as her heart sped up further.

She let out a gasp when a hand was placed on her shoulder. Her heart sank further. That is until she turned around, a large smile grew on her face. “Tim!” She exclaimed, throwing her arms around him. His breath being knocked out by the force of her hug. He let out a laugh as she latched into him, wrapping his arms around her. “Hey, everything alright?” He chuckled. “No” she mumbled into his chest. He let go of her, looking down at her. His face concerned. “What’s going on?” He asks, his hands on her shoulders. “How do you do all of, this?” She asks, gesturing around the room. “God I feel like I’m gonna puke.” She says, swallowing the lump in her throat again. “Here’s the thing, you don’t. None of us like this, not even Bruce or dick. What you do is you put on a happy smile, shake peoples hands, and barely answer questions. But hey, now you’ve got me with you.” He chuckles, watching as her shoulders relax. “Now come on, I’ve got a few people you should meet.”

“Sandy, this is-“ “commissioner Gordon.” Both men looked at her shockingly. “He was one of the first on the scene the night my parents died.”

Tears streamed down her face like a waterfall that couldn’t stop. The pain in her back was nothing compared to the shocking pain in her heart. It felt like white hot searing pain that wouldn’t leave as she stared at her parents. “M-mom? Dad? Please.” She sobbed. The screams of both of them ringed in her ears as her heart screamed out. She couldn’t move from the floor, the blood now cold against her front as she begged for death. “God, please.” She begged, slipping into what was hopefully death as she welcomed it.

Bright lights blinded her eyes, her coming to and hearing people all around her. Her heart beating out of her chest as she moaned out in pain. Trying to alert anyone that she was alive. “We've got a survivor!” Someone yelled. They sounded so far from her, as if she was underwater and was hearing the yell from above her. A gasp was heard before she opened her eyes, seeing an angel crouching down to her. His hair was a light red, along with his Mustache. He wore thick framed glasses that hid his light blue eyes. “Hey I need you to stay with us, everything is gonna be alright.” She heard the man say, before she fell unconscious again.

Both men look at her again, mouths open in shock, neither one knowing what to say. “How did you remember?” Tim asks. “Because that night I thought he was an angel. You gotta remember, I wasn’t allowed around people. The first person I saw besides my parents was, him. My mom and dad always taught me that before you go to heaven, you are visited by an angel.” She said, the corner of her eye shining momentarily. She watched as Jim’s eyes glossed over before he blinked it away. “You know, I always wondered what happened to you after that night. And when I saw your face in the newspaper, it took me a bit to recognize you. And when Barbara confirmed it, it made me tear up a little.” He said. Tears gathered in her eyes. A smile formed on her face before standing on her toes and hugging him. He froze momentarily before wrapping his arms around her. Tears fell down her cheeks onto his coat. Tears collected in his eyes as he rubbed her back. “It’s so good to see you doing so well. It’s cases like yours that keep me going.”

She walked over to the table with drinks, spotting a man standing there already. He wore a long black jacket with gold embellished. It was tight to his body. Showing his broad shoulders and muscular build. His hair was long and black, pulled back by a ribbon. She took in a deep breath as her stomach shook slightly. She walked over to the table, taking in a final breath before getting beside him. She looked up at him, her heart sinking into her stomach.

He heard someone walking behind him, hearing their large intake of breath before they got beside him. He heard her breath caught in her throat. Looking over at her, his heart reasoned with pain and shock.

“Wh-what are you wearing?” He asks, his tone sharp. “I should be asking you the same thing.” She bit back. Anger evident in her voice. He looked away from her, taking in a deep breath. “You gotta be kidding me.” He whispers. Anger rises in her as she folds her arms together. “What’s that supposed to mean.” She asks. Boring holes into his face. “We’re at a Halloween gala, wearing the same theme. Do you have any idea how much the press are going to write about this? They’ll have a field day with this.” He bites back. Anger in his voice as his body tenses up. “Oh I’m so sorry I couldn’t read your fucking mind. But yeah suure let’s blame me like you always do. Because Damian Wayne is never in the wrong and it’s always me.” She says, pain shooting through her heart. “Oh you’re one to talk. It always starts with you. You just bring it out in me.” He retorts. “Oh yeah like it was my fault you threw that Batarang into my shoulder.” She says, tears collecting in her eyes. He balls his fists tightly, jaw set as he bore his eyes into hers. “It was an accident!” He exclaimed. Voice slightly louder. “Just like you.” She says. She walks away from him, heart throbbing in pain.

Tears collected in her eyes as she sat in a chair, watching everyone dancing. Her heart still panging against her chest as she dabbed her eyes with a napkin.

She felt a warm hand on her shoulder, turning around and letting out a chuckle. Behind her was dick, but it was hard to tell with what he wore. His usually dark hair was covered with a blond wig. He wore a whit shirt with a blue collar poking out. Blue pants and an orange scarf. He rolled his eyes playfully, a smile on his face. “Yeah yeah yeah let it out. This was babs idea.” He chuckled. He got up and sat in the chair beside her, turning it to face her. “Now what’s going on?” He asks, her breath getting caught in her throat. She took in a deep breath. “Damian was just being an ass earlier. All because we happened to be dressed as vampires.” Dicks face slightly falls and turns annoyed as he looks away. Closing his eyes and letting out a sigh. “I’m sorry sands.” He says, eyes caster down. She puts her hand against his shoulder. “It’s fine dick. You can’t control how he is. It just sucks how it puts me in a horrible mood every time.” She says, eyes looking down to her lap. “Well then come on, I know a way to cheer you up.” He says, grabbing her hand and pulling her up.

Both of them walk onto the dance floor to Barbara, who’s talking to her dad and laughing about something. She turns and her eyes light up when she sees dick. Causing him to smile and put his arms around her waist. Kissing her lightly before she lets go from him, both smiling. She turns and sees sandy behind him, breaking from his arms and pulling her into a hug. “Hey sweetie. You look amazing. Now come on, let’s have some fun!” Barbara says, a bright smile on her face.

She can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of her as she seats side to side. Her arms around Barbara’s shoulders and they both sway fast to the music. They twirl in a circle, causing her dress to glide along the floor in a large circle. The song comes to a close as they both laugh. “Okay time to switch!” Barbara laughs, letting go of her and spinning her around. She nearly falls into dicks chest, causing both to let out large laughs. Another song starts playing, a gasp leaving dick as a wide smile takes over his face. She recognizes it as bob seger, her dad playing him when they go out driving together. She laughs as dick stars moving his hits side to side as he raises one arm in the air. “Just take those old records off the shelf!” He sings out loud, causing her to throw her head back and laugh as both dance to the beat. She can’t stop as tears stream down her face as she dances with him, her head thrown back in laughter.

He watches as her head throws back as laughter erupts from her. His heart throbbing in pain that causes him to look away. It hurts, he remembers the times he could get her to laugh just the same way. Tears falling down her face as she clutched her stomach. Sometimes getting her to laugh so hard she would snort. A tear fell down his cheek as he looked down. He couldn’t stop hearing her laughs, even with everyone else in the room. It was as if, it was just her. That’s all that played in his mind.

His feet dragged as he walked down the hallway, his eyes slowly closing the further he got to his room. All the energy he usually had, was drained from him.

His head spin slightly the further he walked, nearly falling due to his Exhaustion. Every bit of him fighting and straining to continue. But relief filled him when his hand grabbed onto the knob.

He opened the door, a smile on his tired face formed when he stepped into the warm room. He took his jacket and shirt off and dropped it to the floor. Not even bothering with his pants. Not noticing the carpet on the floor, or the smell of vanilla in the room. Not even noticing the dress that laid on the floor by his feet. Too tired to notice the completely different bed when he crashed down onto it. Smiling as he snuggled into the silk bedding, the smell almost familiar. But his exhaustion was too high to think about it as sleep overcame him.

A scream startled him awake, his heart nearly falling out from how fast it was going. Jumping as the scream didn’t stop. Only opening his eyes in sheer panic.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!” She screamed out. Panic filling him as his vision cleared. His heart going ramped when he saw her. Her hair was wet and falling in her face. Small droplets of water cascading down her body. She stood in her doorway of her bathroom that was right in front of her bed. She was bare as the day she was born, no towel or clothing to cover her. She crouched slightly, her legs and arms doing a poor job to shield her body from him. What was once exhaustion that filled him, was now adrenaline pumping through him. His body feeling like a fire burned inside him.

Panic surged through him as he abruptly got up from the bed, eyes still wide at her. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM!” She screamed. “I-Im sorry, I thought this was my room.” He stuttered out. Panic still high in him along with the burning growing stronger. His breathing raged and fast. “GET OUT!” She screamed, him running out as fast as he could.

He slammed his door shut, his breathing ramped and fast. His heart beating wildly, nearly painful. He fell onto his bed, his body still feeling that burning grow. He was conflicted, he wanted to run away as soon as he saw her. But he was frozen in place. A strong urge to grab onto her, to feel her wet skin on his as his body surged with electricity and want. A feeling deep inside him craving even now to go back, to feel her skin beneath his. To feel her warmth and touch on him. Memories flooding him of that night. The feel of her skin in his hands as he gripped onto her. The paralyzing feeling of her wet lips on his neck. Her warm tongue pressing against his pulsepoint that sent shocks through his body. Energy surged through him in a way that he hasn’t felt since. It was adrenaline or fear. It was akin to his body burning from the inside as his nerves felt sensitive against the sheets. His heart still ramped.

His Breathing slowed down, feeling existed after some minutes. His heart slowing back down as his eyes grew heavy. The feeling inside him growing down the further he grew tired. Finally relaxing as his eyes shut, sleep taking him under once again.

(Warning, heavy petting)

Walking into his room, he noticed the lights were off. The only source of light coming from the windows. Panic slighting growing when he noticed that they we’re open, the curtains blowing in the wind slightly. But what truly shocked him, was the silhouette of a person on the other side of the bed. He watched as they moved around the bed to the foot of it. Their steps light against the floor. It was a woman, panic being replaced with desire as her body came into view. Her face was hidden, the lights from the windows only showing what she wore, well, lack thereof. Dark green lace barely covering her glowing skin. He watched as she walked closer to him, his body burning with energy and want pulling him to her. But he stood froze, watching as she grew closer to him. The lingerie she wore standing out more the closer she got to him. The baralet she wore was see through. Her nipples hard against the thin fabric. He watched as she stood no more than 2 feet from him. A gasp leaving him when he sees her face. Her lips painted red as her hair was curled slightly. Her usually sapphire eyes a dark midnight blue. “What are you-“ he questioned, before she put her finger to his lips. “Shh, it’s okay.” She whispers, before flushing herself against him, pulling his face to hers, their lips crashing together.

A large gasp leaves him as he jolts awake. His breathing ragged as he opens his eyes and sits up. His heart beating wildly against his chest as he shakes. That feeling inside him worse than before as the images played in his head. A groan leaving him as he shuts his eyes, trying anything to fight the sight of her body against his. His body shaking worse as he grips the blanket underneath him. That burning feeling back and worse the longer he sits there.

His cock throbbed inside his pants, the feeling almost painful.

He abruptly got up from his bed, walking into his bathroom. Tuning the light on as he walked over to the shower, turning it on. He stripped from his pants and underwear and got in. A gasp leaving him as the cold water hit his back. Causing his breathing to grow heavy as his body tensed at the freezing temperature. His body no longer feeling hot as he shivered in the stream. Hand against the wall as he lowered his head, heart still ramped as when he woke, the images still playing in his mind.

[dw-writes]

Walk Me Home - Diego Hargreeves

HELLO HELLO!! SO THIS IS R E A L L Y LATE!! I actually wrote this for @lpwrites for her birthday back in....February and just never finished it until now. Because of reasons. BUT NOW ITS FINISHED AND NOW CAN BE POSTED!!! I hope that you like this? This, because its a present, is written as Diego x Female!Reader while also including a name, okay? I hope that you guys enjoy it!!!! THANK YOU!!!!

Diego Hargreeves wanted to spend ONE birthday alone, dammit, doing something that kids were supposed to do. He was ten. It was only fair. He’d had to spend nine other birthdays with everyone else, and probably have to spend all the others with everyone once Dad found out he had snuck out of the house, but it would be worth it.

He stared at the donut in front of him and took a deep breath. It would be so worth it.

Agnes gently stuck a small wax candle into the donut, breaking his focus. He glanced up. She smiled. It caused wrinkles to form around her eyes. She looked away from his face as she lit the candle. “Someone said she thought it might be your birthday,” she said. Her eyes looked away from the candle to a booth near the window.

A girl sat alone in a booth, kicking her feet, watching him over her book. She ducked her head when he met her gaze. Diego bristled. “How would she know?” he grumbled. He picked a sprinkle off the birthday cake donut and melted it over the candle flame.

Agnes tilted her head. “Well, you’re one of those academy kids, aren’t you?” she asked. Diego’s head snapped up, his eyes wider than dinner plates. Her face scrunched up in worry. “Little Miss Itsie’s one of those special kiddos, too. Are you okay? Are you not supposed to be here?”

“I can be here!” His voice was louder that he meant it to be. He huffed. His eyes wandered over to the girl again. He picked up the plate carefully and shuffled over to the booth.

You looked up through a mess of curly bangs as the boy you recognized as 00.02 plopped into the seat across from you. He shoved the donut at you. “Miss Agnes said it was your birthday, too,” he grunted.

“Maybe.”

He narrowed his eyes at you, procuring a lighter from the inside of his uniform jacket. “Well, it either is or it isn’t. Which is it?”

You puffed your cheeks at him. “It’s my birthday.”

He puffed his cheeks back at you. “I was gonna be nice, and share this donut with you, but if you’re gonna be a brat, maybe I wont!”

You dropped your book onto the table, losing your spot as you glared at him. “I’m not being a brat! You’re being a brat!”

“I was just trying to be nice!”

“So was I!”

“Okay, okay, children!” Agnes shook her head as she set another plate – complete with another donut and another candle – in front of you both. She lit the second candle. “There. Is everyone happy now?”

Diego’s cheeks puffed out more. You puffed your own to mimic him. Together, the both of you pulled a plate of birthday donut towards yourselves. You closed your eyes, made a wish, and blew out the candle. You could hear him blow his out, too. When you looked up, he was picking the donut apart.

“What’s your name, anyway?” he grumped, shoving a piece of the frosted donut into his mouth.

You set the candle aside and picked up the whole thing. “Itza.”

He looked up as you took a bite out of the thing. “I’m Diego.” He waited until you were done chewing to ask his next question, “So, what’s your power?”

You paused. “Power?”

“Well yeah. If today’s your birthday, you gotta have a power.”

Your mouth screwed up in a pout. “You guys weren’t the only ones born today, you know.”

Diego stabbed the candle into his donut with a huff. “So? I knew that…”

You straightened up. “I don’t have a power because I’m normal.”

“I’m normal!” Diego protested. You opened your mouth to protest. “No, I’m normal! I’m not with my siblings, I’m normal.” He stabbed his donut again and again, his voice lowering. “I’m not a Hargreeves, I’m not special. I’m just Diego and I’m normal.”

You plucked the candle out of his hand as he reared it back, ready to destroy the donut. “Okay, Just Diego.” His head snapped up to glare at you. You smiled. “Happy Birthday.”

The bell above the door chimed when you and Diego finished the donut. A nice looking lady, with a pretty dress and curled hair, stood next to the booth. Diego introduced her as Mom. You smiled at her. She lead him away.

It was a pretty good birthday.

It became tradition, actually: Diego would sneak out after all the “festivities” had ended, would meet you outside the donut shop, and you guys would do something together. As you got older, the celebrations got nicer: movies, dinner, a play, a fighting match. It all depended on what was happening in the city at the time.

One year, you both celebrated Diego making his way into the police academy. He introduced you to Eudora, his then girlfriend, who you had heard about during your almost everyday talks with Diego throughout the year. You told him about how you thought of leaving the city for college.

The next, you both drank as he tried to forget being kicked out.

The year after, he told you about how he had been a vigilante, saving people through the city, using his power to help people like he did when he was younger. You asked about Eudora. He ordered a shot and said nothing. He asked about school. You just shrugged, and said nothing. That year was a somber occasion.

This year, though, you wanted everything to be special. You and Diego had been doing this birthday tradition for over ten years now. You had planned everything: a nice dinner at one of the best places in town, then a movie, and then a match that was going on downtown. He just had to meet you at the right time, and everything would be set.

You shuffled your feet and looked down at your heels. You thought about what you would say to him this year. Maybe you’d get the courage too—

A car zoomed by, breaking you out of your thoughts. You checked your phone. It was almost twenty minutes after he was supposed to meet you…

Downtown, Diego stumbled into a jail cell, throwing his hands out to keep himself from colliding head first with the brick wall. It closed behind him – click, click, click, slam – and he whirled around. Eudora shook her head. “I told. Doing that vigilante stuff was going to get you in trouble one day.”

“I didn’t think you’d actually arrest me,” he shot back.

“It’s my job you know.” Eudora shook her head and started to step away. “Maybe a night in here will knock some common sense into you.”

“Wait, the night?!” Diego scrambled to the cell door, wrapped his fingers around the thick bars. “I can’t spend the night here, I have plans!”

“You should have thought about that before breaking the law,” Eudora drawled.

Diego patted the bars, shook them, growled. “No, I mean it! I’ve had these plans for a year, I can’t break them!”

“I’m not letting you out.” She looked up from the desk she sat at. “Actually, I’ll let you out a 12:01. How about that? Give you a couple of hours to think about what you did. Then you can go and explain to whoever you’re meeting about what happened.”

Diego groaned. “This isn’t the day for an ethics lesson.” He thumped his head against the bars. “C’mon, I’ll come back and serve this time tomorrow, please.”

“No.”

“Then let me make a phone call!”

Eudora glanced up. “Are you gonna call a lawyer?”

“What? No, I don’t need one for this shit.”

She looked back down at her papers. “Then no. You can call whoever you need to at 12:01.”

Diego’s groan was loud and annoyed this time. He spun away from the door and paced the small cell. “Dammit!”

Across town, you waited. You sat on a bench nearby, waiting, watching cars and busses pass. One had pulled over and an older lady asked if you were okay. She had seen you there when she passed by an hour ago, and yet you still sat on the bench.

You told her you were, you were just waiting.

She told you that you should go home, especially if you’ve been waiting that long. Whoever you were waiting for wasn’t going to show up.

You looked at your phone then. “He always does, though…today’s important.”

She shook her head and drove off.

You still waited. You pulled your coat close and huddled into it as it got darker and colder. Sometime around 11pm, you took your shoes off and started for home, disappointed and dejected. You knew it was a long walk, but what else could you do? The buses had stopped running, and you didn’t have a car.

You tapped away on your phone, playing a game as you walked down your street, when footsteps started running up behind you. You had been walking a long time, but you weren’t too tired to knock someone out if you needed. When you turned, you found not a stranger, but Diego, slowing to a jog and stopping in front of you. He was wheezing. He doubled over, set his hands on his knees, and took deep breaths.

You balled a hand on your fist. “What the hell, Diego?”

“I know, I’m late.”

“You’re not late, you completely stood me up.”

“In my defense—”

“What defense?” Diego straightened up to stare into your glare. “You didn’t show. No call, nothing. I know you’ve been busy with all this ‘saving the world’ stuff and busting small crime, but you’ve never stood up a birthday before.” You crossed your arms. “So, it better be a good defense.”

He took a deep, almost rattling breath. “Uh…” He lifted his hands and shrugged. “I got arrested?”

“You got—” You dropped your arms and took a step towards him. He leaned back to avoid getting jabbed in the face by your pointing, accusing finger. “You got arrested on our birthday?!”

“I saved a family from getting robbed, though?”

“I cannot believe you!”

He stuttered. “I told Eudora that I had plans, but she didn’t let me out!”

“Of course she wasn’t gonna let you out, you got arrested, you actual dummy!”

“Hey.” He lifted a hand and poked the tip of your finger, pushing it back towards you. “That’s not nice.”

You chomped at his finger, glaring, eyes watering. “This was an important day. You know that. You should have been careful!”

Deigo’s shoulders slumped. “I know,” he breathed, “I’m sorry.”

You pressed the heels of your palms into your eyes and sighed. “At least you didn’t stand me up.”

“I would never.” He carded his hands through your hair and tugged you close, slinging his arms down around your back. “You’re too important to me.”

Words lingered on your tongue and you sighed, thumping your forehead against his chest. “Just….walk me home, okay?”

“Course…” He squeezed you. “In a minute…”

[inevitablyuncertain]

Markast. Ask and you shall (undoubtedly) receive.

well i certainly did ask

Who gives the other person cool looking rocks?markus. sometimes they’re actually neat, sometimes it’s “here, this is the ugliest thing i have seen ever and i’ve been to hell” “well i like it even more now so there”

Who wants to take lots of pictures of them together?ballast. duck face master. markus want to call him ridiculous but somehow, infuriatingly, he makes it work

Who is excited to tell their friends that they are dating? they’re both dumb and like needless intrigue and drama so they’re almost more excited to be able to have a ~sordid forbidden romance~. no one actually ends up caring that much but it was fun while it lasted

How do they tell their friends that they are dating?they don’t…per se. ballast tries to do that cheesy move scene where he throws pebbles at markus’ window to get his attention but he may have overestimated the strength of that glass…

How do they comfort each other?ballast can usually make markus laugh, so he makes it his job to distract markus, even if only for a little while. ballast never outright admits to liking markus’ singing but every time he’s upset markus brings out his lute and plays for him

How do they want to dress their baby?they both have very…different fashion senses so their compromise ends up being surprisingly understated outfits, at least compared to what people expect from these two

Who likes to have dinner parties with their friends?ballast likes to make sure everyone in ear-shot knows that he, Balast McGee, nailed the hottest coolest most successful and overall best guy ever

Who is the prankster?constantly between the two of them. the only thing they’ve officially-unofficially agreed to not touch was each others writing. this will only end in tears

What is their most memorable date?because they’re both the way they are with each other, genuinely romantic gestures are even more surprising. so the first time ballast puts together an actual Date Nigh Dinner, w/ candles and the works, it’s the first time they admit that they’re actually dating and it’s sweet

What is an inside joke the two of them have?disgusting over-the-top and completely made-up pet names (”beautifully glazed butterball”). at least they think they’re funny

Who likes to send the other memes?markus. ballast genuinely thinks they’re dumb so markus finds the very worst

Who still blushes when they say ‘I love you.’?markus, because every time he says it it’s a reminder to him that he is a Fool

Who do they leave their kid(s)/animals with when they go on a vacation?ashe, because they know she will be vigilante

Who is the protective one?markus shows it more, but remember that ballast created an entire career of trying to undermine markus’ writing for i don’t even know how long. that’s dedication. ballast will not let it go if you do something 

How do they handle a fight with one another? loudly

send me an otp!

[tovakiin]

Tova Valkyr

BOLD what applies to your muse. Remember to REPOST. Feel free to add to the list.

[ COLOR ] red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue.  purple.  pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. wine. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green. magenta. pastels. bubblegum pink. blood red. ivory. turquoise.

[ ELEMENTAL ] fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. clouds. light.

[ BODY ] claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. scars. scratches. ears. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. short. tall. normal height. muscular. slender. trained. piercings. tattoos.  strong. weak. shapeshifting. junoesque. svelte. long hair. short hair. dark circles. big. small. prosthetic. experimented. cyborg. halos. horns. wolfish. painted.

[ WEAPONRY ] fists. sword. dagger. spear. scythe. bow and arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staves. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. power loader. flamethrower.  metal rod. shotguns. needles.  

[ MATERIAL ] gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. copper. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt.  brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate  rubber. synthetics. yarn. slime. ivory.

[ NATURE ]  grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. holly. lavender.  lilies.  petals. thorns. sunflowers. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. snow. ice. roots.flowers. ocean. river. lake. meadow.  forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rain forest. swamp. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. stars.clouds. mountains. fungi. cliffs. sunlight.

[ ANIMALS ] lions. wolves. black panther. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. roaches.spiders. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantis. crows. ravens. mice. lizards. frogs. bears. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dinosaurs. dragons. felines. foxes. centaurs.  

[ FOOD/DRINK ] sugar. salt. water. candy.  bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies.  desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza.  vanilla. cookies. cardamom. 

[ HOBBIES ] music. art. piercing. watercolors. gardening.  knitting. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. fencing. riding. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer.  phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. magazines. poetry. philosophy.  cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. violin. cello. guitar. electronic guitar.  bass guitar. harmonica. synthesizers. harp. woodwinds. brass. trumpet. flute. drums. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. climbing. tree climbing. running. vivisection.

[ STYLE ] lingerie. armor. cape. dress. robes. suit. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. heels.  leggings. trousers.  jeans. skirt. shorts. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet.  ring. pendant. hat. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. neck tie. brocade. cloaks.corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. sash. coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. braces. watches. glasses. sunglasses.  visor.  eye contacts.  makeup. pantyhose. stockings.  thigh highs. eyepatch. collar. war paint.

[ MISC ] balloons.  bubbles.  cityscape. landscape. light. dark. candles. vigilante. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. realism. loneliness. anger. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies. lovers. loyalty.  smoking. alcohol. drugs. kindness. love. embracing.

tagged by: I HAVE NO CLUE I HAVEN’T SEEN MY TAGS IN 84 YEARS

tagging: anyone who hasn’t done this! feel free to tag me though there’s a large chance I won’t see it

[tovakiin]

Bhrima Khei’lani

(art by @io-saar​)

BOLD what applies to your muse. Remember to REPOST. Feel free to add to the list.

[ COLOR ] red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver.gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. wine. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. fuchsia. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green. magenta. pastels. bubblegum pink. blood red. ivory. turquoise. neon.

[ ELEMENTAL ] fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold.steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. clouds. light.

[ BODY ] claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. scars. scratches. ears. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. short. tall. normal height. muscular. slender. trained. piercings. tattoos.  strong. weak. shapeshifting. junoesque. svelte. long hair. short hair. dark circles. big. small. prosthetic. experimented. cyborg. halos. horns. wolfish. painted. natural hair.

[ WEAPONRY ] fists. sword. dagger. spear. scythe. bow and arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staves. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. power loader. flamethrower.  metal rod. shotguns. needles.  

[ MATERIAL ] gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. copper. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt.  brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics. yarn. slime. ivory.

[ NATURE ]  grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. holly. lavender.  lilies.  petals. thorns. sunflowers. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. snow. ice. roots. flowers. ocean. river. lake. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rain forest. swamp. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. stars. clouds. mountains. fungi. cliffs. sunlight.

[ ANIMALS ] lions. wolves. black panther. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. roaches. spiders. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantis. crows. ravens. mice. lizards. frogs. bears. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dinosaurs. dragons. felines. foxes. centaurs.  

[ FOOD/DRINK ] sugar. salt. water. candy.  bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. vanilla. cookies. cardamom.

[ HOBBIES ] music. art. piercing. watercolors. gardening. knitting. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. fencing. riding. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer.  phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. magazines. poetry. philosophy.  cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. violin. cello. guitar. electronic guitar.  bass guitar. harmonica. synthesizers. harp. woodwinds. brass. trumpet. flute. drums. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. climbing. tree climbing. running. vivisection.

[ STYLE ] lingerie. armor. cape. dress. robes. suit. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. heels.  leggings. trousers.  jeans. skirt. shorts. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet.  ring. pendant. hat. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. neck tie. brocade. cloaks.corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. sash. coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. braces. watches. glasses. sunglasses.  visor.  eye contacts.  makeup. pantyhose. stockings.  thigh highs. eyepatch. collar. war paint.

[ MISC ] balloons.  bubbles.  cityscape. landscape. light. dark. candles. vigilante. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. realism. loneliness. anger. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies. lovers. loyalty. smoking. alcohol. drugs. kindness. love. embracing.