#excerpts and snippets

[anniebass]

It’s a big bed. A California King, funnily enough a few inches narrower than King, but longer — can't help being a size queen, Steve — and one of the first joint purchases they made, as Eddie insisted his previous bed was haunted, too many bodies, invisible stains, et cetera. Not that Steve much asked for details. Well, wasn’t exactly a joint purchase, Eddie wouldn’t allow him to chip in beyond the bedding, but, eh. Picked together. Comfy. Spacious, big enough to not touch at all; a touching sentiment, because it rarely occurs in their shared bed. There's always some point of contact, a hand, a foot nudging him, a leg swung over his. Innocently.

forgot to post this one, middle aged men engaging in corny pillow talk, from a standalone installment of middle aged man yaoi

[uniquethingtastemaker]

This is a snippet from Riddle’s “Dreaming of You” fanfic:

“Ewwwww, no! Really?! Right in front of my salad?!” Ace cries.

Riddle turns to him with a judgemental look.

“That’s not a salad. I’m allowing you to eat my tart!” he declares.

You lean in, soothing him. “It’s ok. Ace is red-green colorblind.”

“I didn’t realize it also came with symptoms of being unable to identify foods. It’s ok. I will accommodate his disability,” your boyfriend states before turning to the freshman. “Ace, you’re eating a tart, not a salad.”

“I…” the card soldier sighs before accepting his fate. “Thank you, Riddle.”

(This fanfic is hilarious. It also is pretty spicy. Look forward to it. Also, there’s a lot of screaming in the second dream. Riddle’s loud. Everything ends in an exclamation point and idk how to feel about it lol. Let me know what u guys think or looking forward too. Again, I love comments so tell me ur thoughts. I tend to respond so it might give u an incentive lol)

[jollyhunter]

. ☆.´☽¸.Tell me about the Stars.¸☽´.☆ .

⋆ ˚｡⋆ Heavy Angst Warning!

[Season5] Dean x ForeignHunter!Reader

Re: The WIP Folder Game - Thank you @bettystonewell and @the-potato-is-lonely for asking me about this one shot (? Maybe I’ll continue this, let me know if you’d be interested <3) I decided to post a bigger snippet / extract of it since it’s been sitting in my drafts for some days now and you just motivated me to write on it some more! 💙

“So, Dean, how’s your mornin’ been so far?” You try to make small talk. The thought of falling asleep to some stranger blabbing about their ordinary life without ever seeing them – yeah, that sounds like a good thing to clock out to.

Much better than the screams of the woman that’s still ringing in your ears. Or the snarling that had clawed at the back of your throat while the sound of shattering bones had filled your mouth.

“It’s in the middle of the night.” He states, his tone confused. “Tell me again, how the hell did my number end up in your contacts?” His voice sounds gravely and thick with exasperation.

You huff. As if you knew? It was just… there. No name, no notes, no nothing. Just a blank number. Last time you’d saved a number must’ve been years ago, way before you-

You stop that thought right there.

“I told you, I don’t know.” You repeat, your energy draining with each word, “I just wanted to know who’s behind the number. Have a little chat. That’s all.”

You spilled a half truth.

“Look, it’s late here and I really don’t know why I’m talking to you but what do you want exactly?” He sounds exhausted. Almost as much as you. And it makes you wonder what life must have thrown at this man to make him sound like he was two breaths away from a breakdown.

Little did you know that Dean was way past the two breaths.

You couldn’t see how his free hand’s rubbing his stinging, red eyes. Couldn’t know the reason for his raspy sound was a voice hoarse from desperate begging into the nightsky. For someone, anyone for help.

“Can you see the stars from where you are?” You suddenly ask in a strained whisper. And your question must have taken him off guard because his side falls awfully silent at that.

Your eyes travel down your limp legs until you witness the first light of the day kiss the forest floor, just out of your reach.

You sigh, shakily. The back of your head thuds against the side of your van in resignation. Head tilted slightly, you lift your gaze to meet the soft painting in the sky. Pink colors frame the endless rows of mountain peaks. A pair of birds sing above you, welcoming the sun to the horizon. So peaceful.

The corner of your lips melt into a smile at the sight. A weary one, at best, but it did manage to redirect the red streak dripping down your cheeks.

There’s a long pause on the other side of the line and for a moment you fear he might have hung up.

But then he responds in a low, husky voice, “Yeah, I see ‘em.”

You hum, eyes briefly fluttering close. Thank God, he's still there.

After a moment of sinking into the silence that's between you, he adds in a softer voice now, “What ‘bout you, what can you see?”

“The sun’s rising here,” you murmur, your voice sounding heavy, but he can pick up on the hint of a smile to it. Albeit a sad one. “It’s a beautiful morning.”

It was true. But you also wished you could have seen the night sky one last time. Watch the stars twinkle and bath in the moon light. Instead your eyes linger on the tree tops, filled with bitter envy. How the God rays caress the leaves with a gentleness you could only dream of. And its shadows dance across your sprawled out form while the fresh morning breeze weaves through your blood soaked tangled hair.

You shudder. The sound of your lungs grow heavier as every raise of your chest fills the distance between you.

The realization has your trembling fingers curl around the phone like it’s your only lifeline.

Dean must have noticed how your breath comes out a little too ragged and a little too weak for someone just calling a random stranger for a chipper small talk.

“Hey uh, you all right? You sound like you’ve been through the wringer.”

“‘M fine.” Your lips press together, swallowing back a hiss at natures cold touch against your exposed skin. The smell of earth and pine trees flood your senses.

Thankfully the sharp inhale through your nose instantly dampens the taste of metal in your mouth.

“Tell me about the stars.” You prompt softly.

𓃦 A/N: I started writing this after I rewatched the "My Bloody Valentine" episode with Dean's breakdown in the end. 🥺 [The entire setting is inspired by an original story of mine, about a female solo-hunter in Scandinavia who lives off the grid with her dogs. 🤭] Dean Tags:

@aylacavebear @jc-winchester @ambiguous-avery @bettystonewell @lyarr24 @ladysparkles78 @v1v1-3

[delicateartisantrash]

Excerpt: Soundwave's Puppy Eyes

I can't stop laughing at this scene in a fanfic I'm writing, every time I come across it doing re-reads and editing passes.

Just. I lost it when I first saw that scene of Soundwave flashing 'Prime a smiley face emoji.

Imagine trying to convince the big bad Decepticon you're gonna do a thing regardless of his logic on the matter

and then he nails you with just literal #SadFace

[albatris]

sneepet sundae

tw for blood, teeth being pulled out, vampire-typical murder, anxiety spirals, self harm ideation, obsession

Alex craned over the motel sink, gagging on its own blood.

It gripped the sides of the sink, pliers tight in one hand, pain spasming through its jaws. It had wrenched one fang out already, but its fangs were stubborn, deep-rooted, and Alex was stressed, so they did not want to go. What was more, instead of its usual two neat fangs sliding over its canine teeth, its mouth was littered with sharp stray splinters and one of its incisors had been pushed out completely. Alex looked like a wreck.

It waited patiently for the pain crowding its head to subside, and sucked in a strained breath. Then it was back at it again with the pliers, fastening them around another fang. It yanked. The fang refused to budge. Wedged in Alex’s mouth like a disease. It hoped when it was free of the ugly things, it would feel better, more human, cleaner. It knew it wouldn’t. It wrenched again.

Unbidden, echoes of the night’s prior events shouldered into Alex’s mind, so visceral it was like Alex was experiencing them all over again. Hot, slick, blood-soaked skin. Snapping tendons. Cracking bone to get at the marrow. The distinct moist snap as Alex parted ribs and burrowed into organs. At the time, Alex had enjoyed it. Alex had lost itself. Now—

Alex swayed at the sink, dizzied by a wave of nausea. There was no way something so violent couldn’t be evil, no matter what good you tried to do with it. It dry heaved into the sink, a dribble of red saliva trailing from its trembling lips. Of course, the Garble wouldn’t let it throw up. All that blood was too valuable. Alex wanted to tear open its own ribs, slash its own stomach open.

No, it told itself firmly. Quinn is right.

Sharlene Wise had been the evil one, and she’d escaped justice multiple times. She’d [I'll spare you the details of her crimes because we all want to have a good day today.]

But did evil cancel out evil? Was it less or more evil to let her carry on causing harm indefinitely?

Anything could have happened, though. The world was full of people who changed for the better. Maybe tomorrow she would have had a near-death experience that somehow altered her entire viewpoint on—on everything. And Alex was just the murderer who prevented it from happening.

But if you lived your life like that, the consequences were on you. Anything could happen, that was true—something that made you change, or something that killed you. And honestly, the chances of her changing were near zero, and Alex had made the best choice it could possibly have made under the circumstances—

But almost zero isn’t zero.

Alex needed to purge itself of every monstrous thing it could wrap its grip around. It readied the pliers again and yanked with all its strength. With a firework of pain, the fang came loose and clattered down into the sink. Bitter blood leaked from Alex’s mouth. Alex fastened the pliers around another. Hands sweating. Hands shaking. Anxiety spawned a burst of vampiric strength and the fang shattered between the jaws of the pliers.

“Fuck,” Alex hissed under its breath.

It spat broken fragments of tooth into the sink and examined itself in the mirror. A shattered, half-there tooth was better than a fang. It wasn’t in too visible a position, as long as Alex didn’t shout or yawn. There was a vampire dentist in Ridgehaven who could easily take care of the problem, but Alex didn’t want to visit a vampire dentist.

One, two, three, four more teeth. They dropped into the sink, splattering that diseased blood against the shining white. When Alex was done, it heaved a sigh and rinsed its mouth out until the water ran clear.

[meadowziplines]

Dreamling, 7 and/or 11, please!

for the kiss prompt asks, 11. ...in joy

museum curator!dream, wedding fic

Without his walking sticks all he had to hold onto was Hob. Dream's lip wobbled as he leaned in to kiss Hob, overwrought with emotion, arms shaking where he embraced Hob and Hob held him back, light-headed and giddy and he laughed into narrowing space, a wretched noise like a dying lawn-mower. His head spun and he realised he had not even started to kiss Hob, whose eyes were shining, and then finally they remembered to kiss each other rather than stare. As their lips met, Hob brushed their noses together, and Dream giggled and then Hob also started laughing. Dream really needed a chair by this point, knees weak and suddenly seeing a few spots — and before he could ask, Hob swept him into one.

[det2x-fanfic-dump]

It's fine to kiss on the cheek

(A snippet from my TWST fanfic drafts)

Shipping: AceYuu

Tags: Ghost Bride Snippet, Female Yuu, TWST OC, Ace and Yuu pretending to be in a relationship to hopefully fool the ghost bride, Yuu is possessing a doll and Eliza is possessing Yuu's body, There's no kissing...not in this snippet anyway cuz i'm still writing it

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“Puffy, wait a minute, I can’t be tricked any longer.” Eliza began as she walked down the stairs, stopping the upcoming fight with her face stoic and serious. Her eyes lingered on the audience and pointed the bouquet to Cater.

“Why is that guy not know of your relationship? If you really are this girl’s significant other…” Her eyes were cold, making Yuki’s glare intimidating. She then pointed at her own cheek. “Kiss her…right here.”

“What? Uh…” Ace gulped, his hands becoming sweaty. “Wait, i’m not kissing Yu--you…you’re not…her y’know. If I kiss you, you’re cheating on Idia-senpai!” 

“My spirit and her physical form are different, you’re still kissing dear Yuki’s and after this ceremony me and Idia-sama will go to the afterlife as newlyweds.” Eliza said and clasped her hands as she turned around. “And you’ll get her body back.

The room was silent with silent psssts coming from the doll who slowly looked up at Ace.

“What!?” Ace asked in an annoyed tune which he didn’t mean it.

“It’s fine if you kiss my cheek you know.” Yuki said making Ace flushed red, breaking his frustration. His heart beating fast as he choked the doll glaring at it with their faces inches away.

“Are you insane? Why would you agree to something like that?” Ace silently shouted.

“C’mon, It’s not like you’re gonna kiss me on the lips.”

“It’s the same thing!” Ace grumbled and muttered. 

“Ace, you’re my friend, it's fine.” Yuki reassured him. “It won’t mean anything if you don’t put any malicious intent in it. I promise to stay friends even if Cater-senpai bullies you.”

“That’s not what I--” The boy flinched then looked away letting out a sigh as he squinted. “Ugh…fine, it’s life and death after all. I’ll bring this kiss down with my grave.” 

Cater in the background with a microphone:

ACE JUST GOT FRIENDZONED!!!

PEWPEWPEW

[mythboundcal]

Where the Ocean Ends Stardew Valley Fanfic (Sebastian & Farmer) by MythboundCal

He doesn’t look at you when you sit down.

There’s a glow at the edge of his fingertips— A cigarette burning low. He holds it like he’s not sure he wants it anymore.

The sea below is quiet tonight. Not still—just tired.

You don’t say anything. You never have to.

He exhales, slow and silver, and finally speaks.

“I used to imagine the ocean just… ended. Like there was a line. A clean break. You step past it, and that’s it.”

His voice is sand-worn, casual. But his shoulders give him away.

“I thought if I could reach that edge, Maybe I’d disappear the right way. Not messy. Just—quiet.”

You don’t interrupt. He wasn’t asking for rescue.

He flicks ash into the dark.

“But it’s not like that. The water just keeps going. Even if you can’t see where.”

Another pause.

“Kind of like you.”

That’s when he looks at you. Not dramatic. Just enough.

“You show up. Every time I try to vanish. You just… sit here. Like you belong in the silence.”

There’s no music. No stars flaring above in response. Just the sound of tide against rock, And the weight of being seen.

You let the silence stretch. Let it mean something.

He takes one last drag, then snuffs the cigarette out on a stone. Doesn’t throw it. Just holds it like a regret.

“Thanks,” he says.

You don’t ask what for. He’s not ready to say.

Maybe he never will. But for now, He stays.

—

A/N: I’ve always been drawn to characters who live between silences—who carry a storm but speak in small, steady weather. Sebastian feels like that. He’s not loud about his grief or his dreams, but you can feel the weight in the way he looks away, the way he lights a cigarette like it’s armor, not indulgence.

I wanted to write the moment where he doesn’t need to be saved—just seen. Because sometimes healing doesn’t look like a breakthrough. Sometimes it’s just someone choosing not to leave.

This is for the people who stay quiet on the cliffside—and for those who sit beside them anyway. 🦋

[poemswithouthomes]

you unmade me even kronos / devoured his children / whole / even that spiteful titan knew / how love consumes / i swallowed you totally / i let you be a stone in my belly / i tasted / the weight of you / i didn’t mind / i could bear it / i carried you within me / until all astraeus became ghosts / and eons before they blinded me, i bore you / across oceans / yet you struck my core with ire on your teeth / a sickled tongue / and ate your way to freedom / flitting my dense remnants / for impetrate neutron stars / beware, my love was massive / eruptive, a black hole

{ 100 word prompt, day 3, draft 1: "density" }

[feralchaton]

I am not an angel to fear nor a demon to slay;

I am a bubble of beauty. A sepulcher of strength. An epic poem. A known but long forgotten song. A gentle breeze. A gusting gale. A sullen sunbeam. A shining star.

I am that which I create; value; believe.

I am love. I am me.

[sainteclectic]

The lifeblood au has infected me.. I'm sooo normal

“Sorry, I—I really don't want to kill anyone.” Harmonia somehow finds himself apologizing, more out of habit than anything else. He laughs, desperately trying to salvage the conversation. “I know a monster like me isn't really good for much else, hah. I guess you could always be a snack—you know, uh, not like either of us have anything else going on, right?”

It's a joke, not meant to be anything more than a pathetic attempt to lighten the mood. He's not keen to prolong his life any longer, only hoping to keep Atlas alive through another night. It was never meant to be a serious proposal.

And yet, when he glances back up at Atlas, he sees a spark of life in their eyes for the first time.

“Really?” They say, and fuck, it's the most alive they've sounded all night. How could Harmonia say he was just joking now? How could he take away that small spark of hope from them? So, against his better judgment, he nods.

“Uh… I mean, if you want? I don't know why you would, but…”

He chews his lip. Is this the right decision? Is he just convincing himself that this is for their sake to hide his true selfishness? The selfish notion that he has a right to live in the same way that Atlas does? Maybe he should take it back, it's not too late, surely they have more to live for than a selfish monster—

“Are you kidding? Of course I do!”

…Huh?

Harmonia must look absolutely bewildered, because Atlas starts to laugh. The sound is as beautiful as it is confusing. They're smiling as they speak—a small yet genuine glimmer of happiness in a world so heavy, and for a moment, Harmonia doesn't feel so guilty.

[uniquethingtastemaker]

Here’s another funny part from Rook x Observant Reader:

Before you have time to reach for the mic, Rook is already extending his hand. Vil gives a disgusted look, holding it away.

“I will not give you the mic lest I want to subject the audience to a ten minute monologue,” he states before turning to you who also asks for the device. “I trust you with this because I know you’ll say something substantial that the audience can actually understand.”

Vil smiles and relinquishes his ownership.

I love Vil and Rook. They’re cute and funny

[questionable-idea]

idk what i'm gonna do with this but this is a thing i wrote i guess

[lovenmaze]

“A kiss is the beginning of cannibalism.”

Naruto. Beautiful and kind Naruto. He wouldn’t think badly of Sasuke, right? He wouldn’t think he was vulnerable, weak, selfish, or desperate. No, the Naruto he knows wouldn’t do that. Not his Naruto.

Sasuke softens at that, and tries; “Naruto? I- Can you touch me? Not the– just.. I just need physical contact. To ground myself. I–”

Naruto looks at him quite shocked, Sasuke doesn’t usually ask things like that. Sasuke tenses upon seeing his reaction, but Naruto quickly replies, “Hey, hey, it’s okay, nothing weird, don’t worry. You okay with holding hands?”

Sasuke inhales, then nods.

Naruto smiles and takes his hand.

He looks at their intertwined hands, it’s everything. Sasuke is holding the sun in his remaining hand, perhaps his other hand was a sacrifice for this. But it’s still not enough.

He wants to bind their bodies together, sew their bones tight, and take a bite of each other’s heart, like a ritual done in front of an altar, with a god as their witness.

Sasuke tries to calm down, but the thing within him can’t stay put, his blood is rushing, like a stormy sea; it’s maddening. The heat of Naruto’s hand is passing to Sasuke’s, his usually cold body melts under the touch. The hand of the person who saved him is within his grasp, gentle and heavy; it will ground him, warm him, and care for him. Sasuke would bleed himself open if he could if that meant showing Naruto his heart, which was so full of – Naruto, that he could hardly call it his own.

Sasuke’s heart picks up its pace, his chest tightens, and so does his grip on Naruto’s hand.

“Sasuke? You okay?” Naruto asks, Sasuke turns to look at him. It’s so blue, Sasuke could drown in them. He could never forget those eyes, he’d see them when looking up at the sky, or when he closed his.

Sasuke doesn’t say anything, he just stares at Naruto, and then at his lips.

Naruto notices, and licks his lips. God, Sasuke wants to get a taste; kiss him so that he can leave a mark, a mark on his lips, so when Naruto talks, his name will be there.

Sasuke must’ve stared for a while, because Naruto shifts and stares back, and suddenly Sasuke is so aware of the eyes on him. And just as Sasuke was about to say something, “Can I kiss you, Sasuke?” Naruto asks.

Shock evident on Sasuke’s face, Naruto panics “Oh, haha! Never mind, sorry, forget I sa–” Sasuke doesn’t even let him finish, instead allowing his lips to meet Naruto’s.

The buzzing in him is louder this time, turning into a melody, a song singing Naruto’s name.

The buzzing mellowed down and turned into a gentle humming, like a sigh of relief, finally. Finally.

It’s a kiss, Sasuke realizes. Fuck, they’re kissing. The two melt into the kiss, and warmth spreads all over Sasuke. It was slow, soft, tender; and everything.

Sasuke never thought of kissing, the act itself didn’t appeal much to him. And yet he’s here, kissing Naruto, and everything feels right; puzzle pieces slowly unraveling a masterpiece, a masterpiece of them. He feels Naruto place his other hand on his cheek, the other still intertwined with his, they’re both afraid of letting go.

Sasuke feels himself slip out of Naruto’s touch, weakened and overpowered by the feel of him. The kiss is slowly unraveling Sasuke, thread by thread, until he’s naked to the bone, revealing his beating heart.

In the heat of the moment, Sasuke thinks about their first kiss, it was a childish and silly accident, while this, was everything he had wanted. It’s so much — too much, and yet it isn’t enough, something in him wants more — he wants more. He wants everything Naruto can offer, and Sasuke, lets out a small noise, Naruto is everything.

Their lips find their way towards each other, they crash and collide; they glide against each other like a dance shared by two lovers; or a language only the moon and sun spoke of, like an eclipse.

They grew up thinking they were made for violence, but maybe this is what they were made for. To love and cherish each other, to kiss each other.

They pull apart, and Naruto groans, hands now making their way to Sasuke’s body. Sasuke relaxes in his touch, something he does with Naruto.

“God, I love kissing you,” Naruto says, breathless.

So do I, Sasuke thinks. He really does.

“It’s like you're made for me, fuck, I-sorry- it’s just-”

Sasuke gets what Naruto is saying, even though he isn’t saying anything, he doesn’t have to.

A beat.

They look at each other, they’re alive. So alive.

Naruto kisses him deeply and slowly, I can taste him, Sasuke thinks, See, he’s alive, he’s on my lips and he’s here with me, he’s alive, he’s alive! We’re alive.

As if both had realized they were alive and together; they reconnect their lips again, but this time with a sense of urgency; like they’re making up for the time they’ve lost. Their slow and careful kisses were now quick and sloppy, and the room was getting hotter.

Need and want are running burningly hot through Sasuke’s body, God he needs Naruto, needs to devour him whole; strip him off of his layers to digest, kiss his lips to stain them red; Sasuke loves so strongly — carnivorously.

Oh.

Love.

That's what it was.

The thing inside him was love all along. He didn’t recognize it, probably because it was different from the love he grew up with. This was burningly scarlet, dangerously green; he was afraid of its burn, its spreading. Maybe this was already in him even as a kid, a flame he forcefully blew out, Naruto rekindling it.

Sasuke hadn’t considered using “love”, to label his feelings towards Naruto; he believed the word wasn’t enough anyway. But he allows himself to love again, it’s Naruto, after all.

Sasuke tries to pull back, while Naruto tries to chase his lips but is interrupted by Sasuke, “Naruto, if we don’t stop–…”

Naruto turns serious, “Do you want to stop?”

Sasuke wets his lips, and pauses. He doesn’t. But he’s a bit afraid. Sasuke wants Naruto to be selfishly, thoughtlessly, and desperately his.

Read the rest: here 🫀

[impyssadobsessions]

Excerpts from my WIPS ;3 Guess Which story and when- or if its a story even up. If ya want.

----DPxDC

“Keep communication lines on, we'll be moving towards your location.” Batman had replied, which made Nightwing clicked his teeth. “How much should I bet you're not going to do that?” Dick turned to ask Jason as both of them hopped off the bike. “Do what? I didn't hear anything.” “Okay, so a hundred at least.” Nightwing hummed, as he followed Red-Hood back towards the abandon lab.

----DPxDC

"-One time she sent DASH! To babysit ME! I'm older than both of them now. Y'know how awkward that was? Though the look on Dash's face was hilarious.” Dick smirked, raising a brow. “The guy that bullied you? Why did she ask him?” “Ah, probably because he's a puppy that'll do whatever my sister asks. She knows it too.” Danny clicked his tongue as his face grimaced at the implications of it. “I may or may not have... scared him a few times. I do like a disappearing act.” Dick grinned as he could imagine what Danny meant. He did seem to take any form of “keeping tabs” on him as a challenge. Danny smirked back, a mischievous glint in his eye, before dropping his face. “Jazz was REALLY upset about it. I had assumed this was her being overbearing and protective like usual-I didn't realize how hard this was on her.” The guilt thick in his throat. “She broke down crying and.. I promised her I'll stay out of the house when she's not home. 'Cause I didn't know what to do.. or say. I just..” “Thought of the easiest solution?” “Yeah... I guess.” Danny shrugged, defeated.

---------DPxDC

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Shouldn't you be resting, sir?” Alfred scolded. A small amused smirk on his lips as he carried lunch on a tray. Bruce just made a grunt. His eyes glued to the screen of the laptop. Images, news articles, videos. Whatever he could find was displayed on the screen, while he bit at the end of his pencil. A notepad next to him. “Ah yes, very informative answer, Master Bruce.” Alfred set down the tray on the nightstand beside his bed. There was more than just lunch on the tray as it carried a medical kit. Bruce sighed. He shoved the laptop to the side and struggled to sit up more so Alfred could replace his dressing. “This whole situation just crawls under my skin.” “I say it does, sir.” Alfred's hands move quickly to help replace the doctor's handy work. “Secret government organization, children in peril, and the boarder between life and death getting thinner by the day. Certainly sounds like a recipe for disaster.”

---------BULLY

Pete glanced back up at Mr. Smith. The man was eyeing him carefully, waiting for a reply. He must care about Gary in some way to go through this much trouble, right? And... it would be easier to contact Gary's grandfather than dealing with the headmaster. Pete bit his lip as he thought. “Um, Okay. S-sure.” “Atta boy! Hahaha!” Allen laughed as he smacked his hand on Pete's shoulder, making him stumble. Pete really needed to work on not being pushed around so easily. “Though, if you can mange to keep little Garreth in line, I'll add in a little bonus for your trouble. Since you're doing more than half what I was paying this damn school to do.” “That's not-” “Some good advice. Never work for free, Pete. Consider it a token of gratitude. After all, I think we both know watching my grandson isn't an easy task.” Allen winked.

--------DPXDC

Tim had no idea how he was going to pull this off. His eyes glancing from the Fenton parents to the boy he met yesterday, Danny Fenton. He knew he was dead. At least, was ghostly in some way. Danny didn't act or looked how Greta did, but Greta was visible as Deadman wasn't. So perhaps ghosts varied drastically? Either way, Danny being dead wasn't even the part that was bothering him. It was knowing he had to pretend he didn't know- while Danny sat right next to his oblivious killers. Well, the word killer might be too harsh. Tim theorized it was an accident regarding with a portal that opened on top of Danny. Which might also explain Danny's unique qualities.

---------DPxDC

“...Danny has traces of... Lazarus pit... stronger than yours.” Tim answered, with a concerned tone. They were afraid of how Jason would take it. And Jason was not taking it well, as he felt cold rage deep in his veins. The icy chill as he acknowledged that not only was Danny his blood... he shared the worse part of his blood. The reminder that they... Had died. Those scars... that was how Danny died and so far knowing their luck, he doubted it was painless. “Little Wing? Jay bird? You there, I'm almost at your location. How's Danny?” Dick called on the comms. Jason pulled the boy more into his jacket, giving him the best attempt of a hug he could. “Better than the fuckers who did this to him will be.”

------DPXDC

Danny had made an unfortunate discovery. His powers, like all ghosts, were based on emotion. Other's emotions. Even worse, the strongest one was fear. Fear fed on itself and grew stronger and stronger. And what made him discover this, made his heart sink with dread. He was stuck powerless in Gotham as his friends were laughing themselves to death along with other hostages in the room. Danny cursed at himself for listening to Sam. He should have phased them out of there, regardless of Batman's no meta rule. Now the only fear emitting into the room was his own. They were too far from others for him to feed off of, and ectoplasm was low. No.. more like the ectoplasm was being pulled away from the ground of Gotham and seeping into some other being that was far too greedy. “Well, well, well~ Look what we have here? A little party pooper!” A man with green hair and clown painted face cackled, as he waltz his way over to Danny. The black-hair teen ripped his eyes from his friends, glaring at the man. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fist, while he stayed knelt over his friends. “Funny, most parties I've seen at least has music.” Danny was feeling sweat dripping off his face. He needed to do something fast, but if he couldn't transform.. then he wasn't sure what else he isn't able to do. Not like this man looked fit, but... Danny knew danger when he sees it. “Ah, but this is music! To my ears at least, ehehehehe!”

----------CAMP CAMP

“Ah. Smell that, Gwen?” “Smell what.” “That fresh breeze! We had gone a full twenty-four hours without a single camp activity catching on fire.” “Huh, I guess you're right! This camp only smells half as shitty-” “Where's Max?” Both Gwen and David utter out in realization as it had dawn that neither of them had seen the troublesome trio since breakfast. --- “Don't worry Max! We'll save you once I finish chewing off my leg-” “Nikki! DON'T!” “Well... I'm fucked.”

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☎️ and 🥵 for the wip game! 🥰

Yes yes YES I had so much fun with these.

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Dustin put up the mother of all fights, screaming at them all that they had to stay. This was where they were supposed to meet Steve and the rest of the Party. This was where they would have been told to go! They had to stay! They couldn’t leave until they turned up. What if they arrived and everyone had gone? It was only the darkening and reddening of the clouds in the distance that convinced him it was futile to stay. But even so, he insisted on leaving a message.

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“Do you think he’d choke me if I asked him to?” Steve tilted his head only slightly, putting the two guys in his peripheral vision, eyes still locked on Eddie atop the small stage this Indy bar had to offer, belting out into the microphone and running his deft fingers over the neck of his guitar. “Oh yeah,” the guys friend answered. “He looks like the type to give you a good smack around if you asked for it.” “Fuck, I think I’m going to.” “What?” “Ask for it.” Steve kept his face straight, but he was pretty sure his eyes were burning into Eddie, staring him down from his position at the bar. As soon as Corroded Coffin was done performing, Steve was gonna show these two guys exactly who Eddie belonged to.