#for...scientific purposes...

[aspenous]

Which tarot cards do you think fit each TGED character?

[cuchufletapl]

Honestly, the creator of Arcane insisting that he never intended to imply a romance between Viktor and Jayce and that their bond is brotherly or whatever makes that one scene from season 1 the most hilariously oblivious sequence in all of TV history. Like. "We decided that Mel and Jayce hooking up for the first time and Viktor collapsing at the lab would be parallel events and we'd show it by alternating between clips of each scene. Jayce would also leave Mel's bed immediately afterwards because they called him from the hospital. What do you mean that links Jayce's budding romance with another person to Viktor's worsening condition while establishing that Jayce still prioritises Viktor over Mel. What do you mean that implies romantic subtext between Viktor and Jayce. No, we didn't mean anything like that. We did it just because." Dude what. Lmao?

[boy-oneder]

Abandoned House shenanigans

[letoscrawls]

big fan of whatever these two got going on

[zstartrixxx]

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐇

ᵒˡᶦᵛᵉʳ ᵐᵉˡˡᵒˢ ˣ ᶠᵉᵐꜝʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

good evening to all oliver mellors devotees!!! inspired by this post of mine here, i decided to develop a small fanfic for pure fun (horniness) to start a good friday, on the way to a splendid weekend! 

— pnp (+18 | NSFW | porn without plot | dirty talk, breeding kink and fingering | a lil' bit of after care | wc.: 1.7k ) | 𝖬𝖠𝖲𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖫𝖨𝖲𝖳 happy reading for whoever is going to read it <3

"You want me to fuck you?"

The question came between one rough grunt and another, his half-bare chest rising and falling as he unbuttoned the rest of his shirt, looking at you with a visceral hunger to devour you. You felt your body respond to that slutty gaze of his—weak legs, pussy throbbing and burning with the ache of wanting him, breath ragged and heavy between your lungs, pupils dilated in awe as the man undressed just for you.

Oliver didn’t stop devouring you with his stormy eyes, clouded with passion and desire: seeing you lying there in fragile, beautiful nakedness, legs slightly parted to reveal your wetness—all because of him—adorning his bed in the dim light of a cold afternoon, the fireplace crackling beside you, the air thick with the scent of sex, your sweet perfume mingling with his bittersweet sweat. It was driving him wild with lust and adoration. As soon as Mellors tore off his shirt, his voice came out breathless:

"No..."

"No!?" He raised a challenging eyebrow, hastily undoing his pants, where your eyes wavered at the sight of the thick bulge straining against his underwear. You wet your lips before speaking, matching his defiance: "No. I want you to split me in half with your cock. I want to choke on it today—no making love."

"Oh—" He gasped, then laughed smugly, yanking his pants off and pushing back the fringe that had fallen over his eyes before settling between your legs. He kissed your neck, his stubble prickling your skin, making you shiver. The tip of his nose trailed along the curve of your neck to your ear, his lips pressing hotly against your lobe as his deep voice whispered: "Are you sure you can handle all of me?"

Your hands wrapped around him—beneath your palms, his skin was soft, smooth, warm, and damp with a thin layer of sweat. You buried your face in the crook of his shoulder, breathing in his scent—wood, upturned earth, sweet sweat, him—before answering:

"If I wasn’t sure, I wouldn’t have asked, Oliver."

You were his ruin.

Oliver was (once again) certain of this as he pushed himself up on his arms just to look at you, with the perversion of someone who’d just been invited to destroy something. In this case, to destroy you. He smirked wickedly before leaning down to capture your lips in another slow, wet, messy kiss, grinding against your entrance as if he could already fuck you through the barrier of his underwear. His tongue, soft and possessive, tangled with yours as one of his hands guided yours to his back, then shoved it down his briefs, murmuring against your lips:

"Feel that? Feel how hard I am for you?"

"Mhm..." You whimpered softly, giving his cock a teasing squeeze, drawing a low, almost restrained groan from him—one you swallowed in the kiss as you stroked him, your hips rocking against his. Oliver couldn’t take the sheer lust and adoration, roughly pulling your hand away, urgency taking over as he yanked down his briefs, letting them pool at his knees before grabbing you again, crashing his lips back onto yours.

You welcomed him with open arms and legs, so wet that the moment he lined himself up and pressed the head against your entrance, he sank into you with a long, drawn-out moan that sent a wave of unbearable heat through you—you loved hearing him moan for you. Drunk on your pussy, Oliver whined:

"Fuck, you feel so good," he started pushing in, slow, deliberate, making sure you both felt every inch, skin to skin, in this dance. "So tight and—" He gasped when you clenched around him, laughing at the face he made—eyes rolling back briefly before shutting, biting his lower lip. He stopped thrusting, opening his eyes in a flash of blue darkened by blown pupils:

"If you keep squeezing me like that, I’ll fill you up—like, now!" He chuckled as you bit your lip, amused, your hands gripping his narrow shoulders for some semblance of control, your voice slipping between a whiny moan and a playful tease:

"Maybe I want you to fill me up, Mellors... Who knows? Maybe we’ll have a little baby in a few months."

"Slut," he growled when you clenched around him again, moaning like a complete whore for you, taking deep breaths to keep from coming right then.

"Come on, Oliver, fuck me good, my love. We’re just getting started, and I want you to ruin me," you murmured, staring into his eyes. Oliver looked hypnotized—by you beneath him—his rough worker’s hands gripping your waist firmly, a shock running through both of you as he rolled you onto your side, one hand lifting your thigh over his. His cock had slipped out during the shift, drawing a giggly moan from you before he slid back in, pulling you into a tight embrace, his mouth going straight for your jaw, then your chin, before fucking you with the fury of a man consumed by desire.

Your moans grew louder, filling the room, your bodies pure flame, the world reduced to just this sweet, filthy moment between the two of you.

Mellors’ lips didn’t just devour you—they mapped every inch of your face, his tongue licking your lips, teasing you with kisses he trailed down to your cheek as he thrust deep, hitting that spot, one hand gripping your back to pull you harder onto his cock, slick, feeling you drip around him. It felt so good to be filled by him—not just physically, but emotionally, spiritually—nestled between your soul and heart, sending spasms of pleasure electrifying your thighs, sweat-slicked and crying out in love for him.

"I’m gonna split you in half fucking you like this, my love—" Mellors gritted out, stopping his thrusts, making you whine at the loss of his cock. "—Oh, don’t look at me with those begging eyes, sweetheart," he murmured roughly, a tender hand cupping your face as he smirked. "I only stopped because this angle won’t let me shoot my cum deep inside that pretty little pussy, hmm?"

"Oh yeah? Then how are you gonna fuck me now?" There was no shame in these bedroom talks, at least not between you two. Your eyes gleamed, your breathing so heavy each word came out as a gasp, your hands gripping his arms.

Oliver simply pulled out of you.

Empty.

Your little whine made him laugh darkly before his strong hands flipped you onto your stomach, one leg hooking over yours as he settled behind you, thick and heavy, sliding back into your soaked, desperate cunt. Your hands scrambled for purchase, gripping the sweat-damp sheets as Oliver buried his face in your neck, his hot breath fanning over your skin, his wild-honey scent enveloping you, his stubble scratching as his other hand slid down to your clit, rough fingers rubbing harsh circles:

"Like this, my love—taking you from behind while I make you squirm on my fingers..."

Your body was pure fire, Oliver fucking you with his cock and his fingers—his thrusts slow on the way in, rough on the way out, his balls slapping against you, his fingers slick with your arousal, sending electric shocks through your legs. You rested your head on his forearm beneath you, looking up at him with pleading eyes, met only by the most wicked, sinful gaze. Mellors pulled his hand away for just a second, wetting his fingers with his tongue before returning to your clit with renewed vigor, watching you writhe between his cock and his touch, the pleasure building, building, until—

"Oliver!"

His name tore from your lips in the most beautiful moan, music to his ears—and feeling you come around him, milking him, trembling, undid him. A choked groan ripped from his throat as he spilled inside you, hot and thick, his hand stilling on your clit, instead splaying over your lower belly to keep you pressed against him.

You came together, staring at each other.

Smiling, satisfied, he pressed a soft kiss to your lips:

"Stay like this for a bit... Just to make sure you’ll walk out of here pregnant with my child."

"No doubt about that, my love. The way you came in me—the way you made me come..." You laughed, your body still floating from the aftershocks, sensitive, making you squirm beneath him.

You kissed again, this time letting it deepen, tongues tangling, tasting each other before—reluctantly—you pulled away, settling against his warm, comforting body, feeling some of his cum trickle out between your thighs.

Oliver shifted over you, his chest pressing against your breasts as he kissed your chin, nipped your nose, sucked on your cheek—"Stop! You’re gonna make me all slobbery...!"

"Oh, you’re talking? The one who just got filled with my cum is complaining about manners?" His laughter against your neck filled the entire space, and you melted into his touch, his mouth lazily mapping your skin, your drowsy eyes fixed on the white plaster ceiling, the orange firelight casting dancing dust motes in the air. You felt like you were floating, even with Oliver’s comforting weight on you.

Another kiss, this time on your lips, before Oliver whispered:

"I love when you get like this... All dazed after I fuck you."

"How romantic of you—" You laughed, squeezing him tighter against your chest, wishing you could fuse with his sweat-slick body before wriggling free, lying back on the mattress, looking at him with love: "—but you’re right about that... I’m better when I’m with you."

"I doubt that’s just when we’re fucking..." He shifted, offering an arm for you to curl into, his other hand lacing with yours over your stomach.

"Yes, Oliver... In everything."

"I feel the same, my love..." he whispered.

When you looked at him, his gaze was distant, lost in thought, and you wished you could read him completely—but you relaxed, reassured by the certainty that Oliver would always tell you, in that beautiful voice of his, just how much you meant to him.

As if reading your mind, with the gentleness reserved for holding a delicate flower, Oliver brushed your hair from your face, revealing your beauty to him fully, melting all over again. His lips curved into a smile of sincere love and devotion before pressing a kiss to your temple—long, lingering, as if he could telepathically whisper "I love you, love you, adore you, want you, love you" over and over with just that touch.

And so your bodies nestled in that cocoon of love and surrender, humming with pleasure—yours light and content, wrapped in Oliver’s unwavering devotion, completely at peace.

i’d like to thank you all once again for being here, reading my little crazies—truly, from the bottom of my heart!!! also, a quick announcement: we’ll have a remmy fic dropping on friday the 13th (if you’re reading this after that, RUN to check my masterlist ;). and now, i’ll be focusing on a full-length fic (yes, with actual plot and everything) 'bout mellors, PLUS another one about remmy crying over pussy—anon, i saw your message and i’ll reply properly later, in case you’re reading this here—to celebrate yet another milestone for this humble blog. see you soon, with wet kisses, tight hugs, and sweet dreams of our beloved lover oliver mellors (or our pathetic whiny vampire remmick!!!)

"You want me to fuck you?"

[avastazyana]

[naamahdarling]

The Brat returns!

I haven't wanted to talk about it much because frankly it has been agony, but ever since her brothers passed and the turmoil of the babies began, Fancy has not been doing well. I'm sure regulars have noticed her absence, and this is part of why. Anxious, subdued, easily overwhelmed, pupils blown out 24/7. No peeps or smirking or playful swats, no more bite days. Even her training didn't interest her. Utterly unlike herself. Meds helped, I stress she has had full veterinary support, but it was utterly gut-wrenching to see such a vibrantly spirited cat brought so low. At several miserable points we considered rehoming the babies to try to bring her back to herself, but then we kind of decided we should let them grow up first to see if they settled down.

Well, a couple of weeks ago, Fancy turned a corner. She slapped me from the kitchen counter a few days ago. She flops and wiggles, she scampers off in a huff. She initiates play with the babies instead of hiding. She does naughty things and tricks. Her pupils are going back to being their usual slits, and she smacks her lips and talks to me again.

She is doing so much better. Better every day. So I just wanted to say she's doing really well and my heart has come home.

Welcome home, Fancy!

[dw-gaster]

favorite genre of dadster origin story: accidental malpractive

the last word is F*CK (gasters head is the asterisk)

[kittanthalos]

jordan + the gray tank top™

[pedripics]

[siratonin]

LEON S. KENNEDY - RE4 REMAKE

[anitoshka]

[mutable-manifestation]

Ghost Chirps AU Part 5

Part 1 & 2

Part 3

Part 4

***

While “Jason” (i.e. Alfred with an empty jet that Jason will meet up with later in order to “arrive” in Amity) hops a private jet, Red Hood is busy searching the Fenton home from top to bottom.

The local police move slowly, and by the time they arrive Jack and Maddie Fenton are both tied up and disarmed in their living room under heavy guard.

They hadn’t been restrained immediately, Batman talking him into giving them a chance to implicate themselves first.

Hood let him take the lead, but he didn’t even get a chance to ask a question, being cut off at the first indication he might want to talk about their “work.” Less than 60 seconds in, and the pair had outright confessed to violating the meta protection acts - and in tedious detail.

The questioning didn’t suffer any from them being tied up.

Far from the mulish silence or crocodile-tear laden denial of most criminals, they instead doubled down, insisting that nothing they had done was illegal, then jumping to the assumption that they were “possessed” - and boy had it been a nasty surprise when the whole house came alive trying to attack them with a quick verbal command.

Well, trying to attack Hood. And only him, for some reason.

One laser also freed the Fentons, who turned out to have even more weapons built into their suits. 

Somehow. 

Despite them being skintight.

That had been a pain, but Red Robin was able to hack the system using one of the couples’ own devices while Hood dodged - and kept the stray fire away from the others - leaving everyone else to recapture the pair. A blessedly simple task once they found out the lasers would splash harmlessly off of their armor (save for a gross film of green goop left wherever they grazed).

They take turns knocking each unconscious to change them in order to properly disarm them - Batman and Nightwing taking Jack first, followed by Orphan and Spoiler dealing with Maddie. 

The only non-weapon laden clothing they own turns out to be pajamas. 

This is around when the police show up, looking hesitant.

They, too, cite the “Anti-Ecto Acts.”

Oracle had debriefed them on the supposed Acts and “Ghost Investigation Ward” on their short drive over. Both were utterly bogus - the Acts had never even been proposed, let alone been approved as law, and the so-called “GIW” had no ties to the government.

The Fentons had been furious and denied the information intensely when told, but the cops mostly just looked relieved.

Apparently there’d been a lot of property damage by the GIW and Fentons both that had supposedly been dismissed under the Acts as “necessary in the pursuit of ecto-scum.”

For the Fentons, half of this damage was in the form of broken fire hydrants, cracked sidewalks, and totaled cars - they’d never been good drivers, before, the cops disclosed, but they’d become even more negligent since the ghosts began appearing, to the point they had to have a news segment warning when they would be on the road.

The lack of fatalities thus far had been nothing short of a miracle, they claimed.

“Of course there haven’t been any fatalities!” Mrs Fenton defends. “Our work is to protect people from those things, not make more! Officers, listen to reason-” Hood snorts disdainfully -”The Red Hood is clearly a ghost! All our systems targeted him the moment they came online - and they only target ecto-entities. He’s clearly taken these heroes under his sway - why else would they be working with a murderer!? You have to do something before he starts up his killing here in Amity!”

The officers look at him a bit hesitantly, but Batman is unmoved and gives the cover story Hood had outlined back in the alley.

Any concerns the locals have are quickly assuaged.

But for the whole explanation, Jason is trying not to shake even as he falls apart in place.

Their little website called them ghost-hunters, making it pretty clear what “ecto-entities” meant. 

Their system supposedly only targets ecto-entities.

The system had only targeted him.

The system only targets ghosts.

Jason had died.

A lot of his family members had died, too, granted. 

But Jason was the only one who seemed to come back wrong - anger sticking in his throat and never quite fading, an inclination towards violence even when he wasn’t angry well beyond what he’d ever felt before, and a sea of other emotions (that he would never acknowledge aloud) and triggers for those emotions that he always struggled to make heads or tails of.

He doesn’t have the meta gene. He knows that. He knew that.

He just assumed that the test missed it, because he knows he doesn’t know magic - the All Blades being the only exception - and he couldn’t think of another explanation at the time.

But he came back wrong.

And as he stands there, he wonders if he came back at all, mind on Solomon Grundy.

Wonders if he isn’t just some ghost, wandering around possessing his own corpse.

He jolts, as the thought strikes him: what about Danny?

If he’s a ghost and chirping is a ghost thing then what about his KID!?

Absently, he notes that Bruce has started interrogating the cops on what they meant by “ghost attacks.” 

He ignores the discussion, hustling for the door in the kitchen down to the lab.

He slams and locks the door behind him - in Red Robin’s face - as he descends, making a b-line for the computer he’d seen when the Fentons had dragged them all down there to start bragging about their crimes.

The only thing Oracle could get out of the whole building was things that were openly available online; direct connections were impossible.

Opening up the screen, he gets to cracking.

Going for the surface level files first, it turns out he doesn’t even need so much as a password to find what he wants.

One of the video game sub-files has an unrelated file in it: ghost notes.

There are plenty of other notes, of course, but he’d only been skimming to start, looking for anything hidden.

The Fenton parents were too open to bother, of course, with plenty of more obvious files strewn haphazardly across the home screen, but it’s always better to check. That there is a hidden file means it was likely made by either Danny or Jazz.

And it’s a treasure trove.

Sub-files for rogues, allies, conditional allies, and “halfas” were what greeted him.

The last being the only term he didn’t recognize, he clicked.

6 files: Clones, Danny, Dani, Dan, Vlad, and Red Hood.

He clicks his own file.

What greets him is a picture of himself 4 days ago, looking just to the left of the lens in an alley that he distinctly remembers searching for the kid in.

Just below is text.

~~~

??? Name: Red Hood

Species: probably a halfa

Status: Nnnneutral? I think? I know, I know, heads in bags. But Valerie tries to kill me all the time! And we’re allies sometimes! Hood- uh- looked for me? Okay I guess I can’t really judge this yet but please read the first met section before you judge please you guys?

First met: Aug 17, 2005, was in Gotham to bother Batman, stopped to think a bit on some fire escape - decide on the first prank yknow - but then my ghost sense went off. It felt like a halfa so I thought “oh cool, must be Dani” so I chirped, but then Red Hood - who was chasing some guy down an alley at the time - froze and looked around. I dropped visibility and chirped again and yeah, he definitely heard it. Humans can’t so he’s definitely a halfa - no glow so he can’t be a full ghost and it felt nothing like an overshadowing. 

Ended up following Hood around the rest of week - forgot to prank Batman, damn - and playing hide-and-seek with the chirps. It was really funny. But he very obviously doesn’t know he’s a halfa. But the guy is, like, scary levels of smart, so I’m sure he’ll figure it out on his own now that the chirp thing made it clear that something is up. Hopefully.

I figure I can go back in winter break - he should have it figured out and let his emotions process enough by then to at least hear me out when I explain the AEA and GIW and everything, then it won’t matter so much if he can, like, track me by voice or something if I talk since we’ll have MAD by then.

Despite his reputation, the people living in his haunt seem to love the guy. I can see why. On top of the whole smart he’s actually really nice to people he’s not shooting in the knees (which only even happened one time in the week I was there? It was actually pretty relaxing - most quiet week I’ve had since the portal opened THANK YOU TUCKER for hacking the portal hatch to be inoperable for a week). 

Where was I? Oh yeah, he’s actually surprisingly nice to people? So like, I think he’ll probably hear me out if I go back and be polite? I hope. Hate to leave the guy in the dark and him end up on the GIWs dissection table for “lots and lots of painful experiments.”

Not that those guys could even catch the Box Ghost. But uh, Hood doesn’t seem to have powers either? Or if he does he doesn’t know about them I don’t think - he only used the chirp the whole time I was their - not even to cheat with moving around.

Seriously. That guy's acrobatics could make Freakshow’s contortionist green - er, red??? - with envy. Actually wait, aren’t contortionists and acrobats different things?

SAM NOTE: help^?

Powers: 

?

~~~

Jason leans back, breathing deeply.

“Not a full ghost,” “not 'overshadowed'” - a term that sounds likke some kind of cousin to possesision - “definitely a halfa,” “humans can’t hear chirps.”

Halfa. 

Half. 

Ghost. 

Half Ghost.

It should sound absurd - you can’t be half alive and half dead.

But Jason has seen the Lazarus pits, has met Solomon Grundy, has met aliens and bullshit magic and can pull magical swords out of his own damn chest.

Half alive. Half dead.

Hopefully not just a fancy way to say possessing his own corpse.

He doesn’t have time to deal with every file - he’ll “confiscate” one of their USBs with a copy of everything for himself before leaving the rest to Batman & co, of course, minus the halfa files (a small part of him wants to shove his condition in Bruce’s face and demand he kill the clown again even though he knows it’s a futile hope, but the rest - the same part that snapped and denied and refused to say he was a meta less that a day ago now - cannot stomach the thought of even more rejection. Of a Bruce that believes he’s a monster. Of a Bruce that mourns him even while he’s right there. Or at least, more than he already does.) - but while the files copy he take the time to look at Danny’s.

The image has two people, Danny Fenton on one side and a version of the kid in a black hazmat suit with white hair, tanned skin, and painfully familiar green eyes. And floating.

~~~

Human Name: Danny Fenton

Ghost Name: Danny Phantom

Species: Halfa (half-human, half ghost)

~~~

It’s the section after that that makes Jason’s breath catch in his throat.

~~~

Death: The Portal Accident

So like, there was no audio (thank GOD I do not want to hear myself screaming) so. Details: When the portal didn’t work when they plugged it in mom and dad left for fudge, Jazz went to try and talk them into a more realistic career choice than ghosts. Sam and Tucker came over and Sam dared me to climb in and check it out - it was broken anyway so no harm. Except it wasn’t broken, just that my parents put the on button inside. Which I caught myself on when I tripped on a wire.

Anyway, electrocution! 

(T - Danny for the love of god be more serious, the cheerful tone is creepy)

(D - Hey! I’m the one who died! Shouldn’t I at least get to write my own epitaph)

(S - …Danny this is not an epitaph. You don’t even HAVE a grave)

(D - wow way to rub it in Sam)

(T - yeah Sam)

(S - ugh! Whatever, just stop with the chatting in official files)

(T - “official”)

(S - Tucker.)

(T - shutting up now)

Electrocution! I got zapped to death, but the ectoplasm from the portal was also opening up on top of me and a lot got bonded to me I guess (S - probably because of the electricity with how you ended up with some of Vortex' powers for a little while) at the same time said electricity was reviving me? - probably getting my heart beating again or something, I was a little busy screaming to pay attention (T - yeah okay we're going to Nasty Burger after this. And playing Doomed) - not that it would’ve mattered without the ghostification preventing me from melting me all the way to death.

Status: Me!

Powers:

Chirps! (ghost echolocation of some kind! humans can't hear em - halfas can, of course, in either form)

Form Change (really Sam? This barely counts)

Human form

Ghost form (no need to breathe)

Flight (last clock speed 210mph) (T - and climbing. Dang dude)

Invisibility (S - don’t forget shareable.) (Shareable. sigh)

Intangibility (Shareable)

Ecto Rays (eyes & hands) (T - and butt) (D - dude! I’m deleting that. Tucker why can't I delete it. TUCKER) (T - bow down in awe of my ksill) (S - ksill) (D - ksill) (T - yeah okay it’s permanent now) (D - aw man!)

Ghost Sense (S - why do we never test your range?) (D - no need? They always make themselves obvious or are being sneaky specifically to annoy me so *shrug*) (S - I still think we should test it)

Power Absorption (that time with Vortex’s weather powers)

Cryokinesis (Wayyyyy to much ice. NOT testing max output on that) (T - yeah frozen city was enough, let’s not cause an ice age. Tech needs some cool but too much is still bad and I just upgraded Patricia)

Ghostly Wail (cone of destruction, very exhausting - always at max output. Not to be used)

GHOST FORM ONLY (but really just never)

Cartoon Body (D - what???) (S - Freakshow literally turned you into a puddle and you just turned back and were fine. I don’t know what else to call that) (D - okay fair. but:)

GHOST FORM ONLY

Physical Enhancement (better strength, speed, stamina, durability, reflexes, balance, etc much better than human) (T - why does this look like dnd knockoff stats haha)

GHOST FORM ONLY (S - obviously mr last place in PE)

Resistances (pretty solid on the overshadowing, avoided being taken in by Ember until targeted, didn’t get turned to stone during the Medusa thing) (S - which was pure luck! Be careful!)

Ecto Electricity (ghost stinger, but I really don’t think this counts Sam. I mean I just. Make my ecto zappy. But it’s still just ecto) (S - so is your ICE and you don’t just call that "just cold ecto") (D - fine, but it feels overly specific) (S - maybe writing it all down will make you stop. Forgetting. POWERS!) (D - come on Sam that was a lucky hit! I was distracted! And it turned out fine!) (S - Fenton…) (D - oop okay doing fire now)

Ecto Fire (made Dash’s shoes melty that one time by make the ecto hot) (T - really needs more testing)

Tech possession (chasing Technus into computers, not very tested)

Ghost form only, i guess?

Overshadowing (control people, copy their voice, invade dreams - the control one erases the person’s memory so they don’t know they were overshadowed just lost time. I hate Walker. SO much) (T - rip Danny’s reputation, you’ll be missed)

Probably ghost form only

Duplication (T - That’s optimistic) (D - I’M WORKING ON IT OKAY!?) (S - pretty sure it just falls under cartoon body until you can actually separate) (D - :( betrayal)

Probably ghost form only

More? (D - ugh I hope not) (T - hey don’t say that, maybe you’ll get a power to make the JL give a crap about Amity) (D - honestly I’m getting pretty close to letting Boxy loose in Gotham) (S - Danny, don’t stoop to their level!) (D - it's only box ghost!) (T - I mean he has a point)

~~~

Jason changes his mind, seeing the commentary, and deletes the entire hidden file from the computer as soon as his copy is made. He can go over everything and bring any important info to Bruce separately, the bat’s can just chew on the parents’ files for now.

Once the original files are thoroughly and irretrievably removed he pockets his shiny new USB, makes a second one with all the official files, and heads back up and out - carelessly brushing past a thoroughly irate Red Robin with a pair of firemen and broken jaws of life. And not a scratch on the door; impressive - just in time to get Oracle’s text that he’s got 2 hours and 16 minutes to be at the location on his HUD so he can “arrive” to Amity.

And a fresh set of civilian clothes will be waiting in the plane, Alfred as reliable as ever.

“Files,” he says, tossing the safe USB to Batman and interrupting his interrogation of the police officer.

He catches it effortlessly of course, but the officer stops paying attention to him to jolt at Hood’s reappearance - even outside of Gotham his reputation is fierce.

“I sent a copy to myself. I’ll review them and give you an overview, but other than that consider this the end of my involvement in this little shitshow,” he says, continuing smoothly to the door. “I’m heading back to Gotham.”

Now, he has a little over two hours before Jason Todd needs to arrive in Amity Park. He only needs to lay hands on a laptop that he can isolate from Babs’ influence and he should be able to review the Halfa files in full before he "lands" - after he figures out just why the kid has a grudge against the JL.

[aousboom]

SHIN MIN AH as SON HAE YEONG NO GAIN NO LOVE 손해 보기 싫어서 (2024)

[springypaws]

So I listened to the first two episodes of Malevolent

[jenniferjareauprotector]

Every day I mourn what we lost: