#its so confusing bruh

[rewh0re]

DON'T cancel me but the only valid way to write the date is dd/mm/yyyy wtf is mm/dd/yyyy??????

[tecchan]

Am I the only one that doesn't get the "DMMD was SO weird/a fever dream/game of all time" sentiment?

[postergadorart]

i said i love zelink

[belphieslilcow]

love live lore: ahaha cute idols <3

bandori lore: ohh man some of these girls have issues but still lalala cute band girls <3

project sekai lore: okay okay this can get a lil intense for a gacha idol game

enstars lore: what the fuck is happening here on this day

[wathappendbro]

I….i have so many head cannons for them. DOOMED YURI-

[kafka-shores]

i am going to fucking explode

[ace-with--a-mace]

what to do when u have a 68 in ur college class cuz every single assignment needed u to upload a picture of ur written work but 24 hours before the semester ends u find out all of ur imported assignments were on an unsupported file type

[muted5ilence]

Me when- when- me when I- uhm-

<:3

I havent been actively on this acct so I just see a bunch of notifs lmao

Spooky

Why must thou perceive me /silly (I’m busy being a semi-real person smh)(that’s a lie)(but I’ve been trying to play Elden ring and like. Anything else of interest on Staniel’s ps5)(I rarely go on bestie’s but I wanna play hi-fi rush more at some point)(Staniel got security breach 4 free lmao)

[straykats]

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[rage-on-against-the-dying-light]

As someone who knows NOTHING about Halo and just finished watching the Halo series... I have QUESTIONS... first, WHY THE FUCK ARE THERE ZOMBIES IN MY SCI FI SHOW?!

[mionkings]

THIS ^ This is it oh my god ❤️

Sorry for the mention but thank you @ faeriekit and @ mkarchin713 for the ideas!

It was not a a good time for everyone at first

It starts off slow at first.

A small chill down his back as Red Hood begins his reign over the gangs of Gotham, watching over Crime Alley, controlling the drug trade, and planning his revenge on Batman and the Joker.

That's when it starts.

Slowly getting nightmares to chills constantly to the point that he would go into episodes with the Pit Madness— when he feels watched.

Meanwhile for the dead who haunt him, the Lieutenants: they almost aren't doing well too because—YEAH NO SHIT, they're headless and pretty much not in their right minds (HEHE >:]) almost ALL of them don't remember much of their names, blurred memories, what all new ghosts go through.

But they all share one thing: The Red Hood is their killer, and they want their own pound of flesh.

There's no pure ectoplasm around, nothing to really help them... the strongest they got is Red Hood's corrupted energy, the Pit Madness. Even though they know it's wrong, that there's something wrong with their killer. It just stresses everyone out, they've never seen before The Red Hood killed them.

It just amplifies the bitterness and hate they have towards each other, it makes them feel worse.

So they try to hurt him–to make him feel what it's like to have his head ripped off. Their killer will struggle to sleep. He feels something on his throat, a pressure on his head, the chills become more violent that he trembles.

They try to get him caught when he's on a stealth mission, make him angrier because they know he'll verbally attack or fight a batmember.

It's a bitter arrangement that despite the want for revenge, no one is happy with the situation.

Until one day, watching their killer as he enters an alley; the headless bodies freeze.

Jason for the first time since his return doesn't not feel the chill nor the lonesome pressure as he picks up a tiny bundle crying and whimpering.

The moment Jason checks to see the little baby's face, they are met with baby blue eyes and fluffy black hair, cuddling up to Jason for warmth with whimpers. Jason rocking the little baby before tucking the tiny thing close.

Their killer turns away to take the baby home; baby blue eyes look over their killer's large shoulders. The baby stops whimpering as he looks at them, curiosity in his eyes...

Making Heads Turn 🫨

Jason had become a father to a little baby boy, taking him in when he found the poor thing on the streets, in a cardboard box, wrapped in a space themed blanket.

While the obstacles a new parent goes through is tough. He knows it's worth it to have Danny, his baby, his son in his life. He doesn't regret adopting him.

Danny is now at the stage of his little life that he babbles and giggles, Jason always had fun having a conversation with his baby. Although Jason's sure that his hair is getting whiter with the chaos Danny brings now ever since his baby brain realizes that he can CRAWL to PLACES >:D

However this new development... is a little strange.

Whenever Jason puts Danny down in his crib to make dinner or any other important errand. Danny will begin to babble to the air, as if his little tyke is trying to talk to someone, making grabbing hands and scooching over to grab someone's attention.

Ever since he made his introduction to Gotham as Red Hood, for the first time to those gang leaders with the bang of the AK-47. Taking over the Gotham underworld by storm with anger and precision.

He always felt a chill down his spine... When he was alone, yet... the Pit Madness flared always making him feel enraged and paranoid. As if he was just waiting for a fight... for a confrontation...

Being alone in his apartment, having nightmares, more like repressed memories of what he had done... Lots of things, but for some reason—his mind... keeps going back to the moment he threw that duffel bag at the table infront of the gang leaders that night... the night he went after the lieutenants, taking their heads.

He doesn't know why.

But ever since the precious cargo that was his baby Danny, arrived in his life. That all went away as he took care, fed, and loved his baby boy.

Jason never had an episode with Danny; he couldn't bare the thought of hurting the child.

Jason was even having less episodes when he was with the Bats!

The chills; however, Jason still feels them occasionally... but they would always disappear the moment Danny would demand attention or to nap.

And instead he would feel something else hang over his baby everytime Danny slept peacefully...

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Second ever DPxDC prompt that I've ALSO been getting brainrot over ❤️ I'm having fun 😄

Basically this prompt idea is Jason adopting a baby Danny, while seemingly unaware that he's being haunted/watched by the people's he's killed to become a crime lord. More specifically, being haunted by the heads/headless ghosts of the lieutenants Jason killed as Red Hood.

While Jason can't seem to see them, he can feel 'chills' from them. Danny, however, CAN see them mostly because I based this on that thing where babies/toddlers can see spirits in those typical YouTube videos that list ToP 5 ScArY gHOstZ VidEOz!1!1

Whatever happened though, this causes the ghosts to instead focus more on Danny than on Jason.

How much will Jason freak the fuck out when he finds out? Who knows ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Although Danny is absolutely having fun here ^^

Anyways, I might add extra stuff soon to this!

[tvgals]

you trust him, you really do! but you’re just so curious.

there it was, nanami’s phone sitting on the counter in all its glory. you two have been together for a two years and about six months and you trust him with your life! but when you see his phone constantly dinging and you have a voice in the back of your head reminding you that he’s been taking more night shifts and you two haven’t been intimate in the past couple weeks, you start to bite your lip.

you slowly shuffle towards his phone, being sure to avoid the creaks on the floor. you hear his phone ding once again and — as if it was nature — you yank his phone off of the counter and sit on the floor, somewhat out of sight. you see the lock screen is a photo of you two at this silly pottery session you two did a couple months ago. your braids are pulled back in a loose bun and you have clay on your face as you giggle at the camera, nanami’s face is visible in the corner, a goofy grin adorning his face. you smile at the photo, realizing you have nothing to be afraid of. you stand up to see nanami, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“you have my phone?” he asks, hands fiddling in his sweatpants pockets. “just borrowing it!” you stammer, handing it to him. “hm.” he hums, taking his phone back and putting it in his pocket, turning on his heel. you sigh, rocking back and forth on your heel. you knew better. you drop your head as you try to think of a solution to your problem.

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idk bruh i’ll be back

[itelya]

divorced but.. ex-husband! nanami kento x fem! reader

synopsis: your ex-husband fvck you months after your divorce.

warnings: MDNI (NSFW), sad s€x, fIngering, creampIe, cvm, pvssydrunk, fatdIck, tears, love, mess, saliva, beg, i think its all

words: 2737.

a/n: bruh i have to repost i have so much rage omg but well..

You divorced Nanami a few months ago because he was becoming more and more distant, neglecting you without explanation. Every time you confronted him about it, it only made things worse. His apologies, although sincere, sounded more and more like empty promises.

When he confessed to you, in a last desperate effort, that he truly loved you and wanted you to stay, you understood that his words no longer touched you. You no longer believed them. That's what broke your heart even more.

Even if you had decided to leave, even if you thought his words no longer made sense, you found yourself there, on your bed being fingered by your ex-husband. You blamed yourself for being so weak but you had missed his thick and long fingers so much.

His fingers found their natural habitat. Nanami knows your body better than you do. He finds your g-spot so easily. His fingers curl inside you to tease your g-spot. It feels so good.

You couldn't help but instinctively close your trembling thighs but Nanami opens them again. "Don't think for a second about closing them, honey." Hearing him call you 'honey' made you palpitate but the memories of the past make you sad.

You moan and look at him, your eyes slightly blurred by the little tears. You look like an angel to him, you are so beautiful like the first day. Your hungry pussy swallows his fingers and doesn't let go. He wants to be inside you. Your pussy is heaven.

Your hands already hanging on his shoulders, pull him towards you and kiss him. It was clumsy, confused but passionate. His fingers sink further into you and his thumb still tickles your clitoris.

"Ken-! I.. Imgonna cum- hmh- soon!" You moan his name and incoherent things. He looks at you and smiles softly. The nickname you gave him at the beginning of your relationship. He missed it.

He leans towards your breasts still covered in his old t-shirt that he gave you, you hadn't managed to throw it away. It makes her smile then he looks at you. You understand that he wants you to take it off. You put it over your head and throw it into the room.

He gently licks one of your nipples already hardened by the excitement and the air of the room then bites it lightly. The slight pain mixes with the pleasure and makes you moan even more. You are slightly masochistic but you couldn't help it.

You feel like you are on the edge of the precipice. Your walls squeeze Nanami's fingers even more. You moan incomprehensible things and tears run down your pretty cheeks. "I- fuck imcoming! Ken’ ken!-"

A few moments later, you cum like you haven't done in months. Your lower body trembles, you scream his name and cling to him and dig your nails into his broad shoulders. Your juices squirt against his hand.

"Ken! Kento..", you look at him still overwhelmed by your orgasm, your eyes whimpering. He removes his fingers from you and puts them in his mouth. He had missed your taste so much. Your juices taste like heaven.

"You taste so good.. I missed them. I'm sorry my love, I didn't mean to hurt you." His words were sweet in your ear. He removes his fingers from his mouth and a light trickle of drool connects them. It was so sexy.

He takes a handkerchief and wipes his fingers then throws it away. He completely removes his shirt which was half open. He is still as fit as ever. His torso seems even more toned than before.

"Do you like what I see darling?" He smiles slightly. You don't answer and look away. He lets out a small laugh. He removes the rest of his clothes. When he removes his boxers, his cock straightens up, patting his abs.

It's so perfect, big and thick and sexy veins all over its length slightly curved upwards. You can't even close your hand around its thick girth. You need your second hand. You love so much his dick.

His cock looks so angry like it hasn't been touched in a long time. His head is red and leaking precum. You want it in your mouth but now you just want his cock in you.

"Do you have any condoms love?" He looks at you as your gaze was on his dick. His fingers place themselves under your chin and lift your head. You shake your head.

"No, how could I have predicted that my ex-husband was going to show up and fuck me?" You laugh a little, you are sarcastic.

Your remark makes her smile. "That's right.." Her hand rests on his cock and begins to gently move back and forth. A vein appears on his forehead, that's when he's frustrated. So hot.

"Fuck me without Kento," you say. He looks into your eyes searching for any hesitation but there was none. You're sure. You couldn't stop there. You need him in your pussy, now.

"Are you sure, sweetheart?" You nod, sure of yourself. He smiles again then his big firm hands turn you over to put you on your stomach. You reposition yourself as you wish.

Your ass is in the air towards him and your upper body is against your pillow. You feel the weight of his cock against your ass. You can't help but throb in anticipation. His firm hand rests on one of the cheeks of your ass and kneads it.

Nanami removes his hand and his two thumbs spread your soaking lips. His cock rubs against them. You're so wet that he doesn't really need any lube. He leans towards you and speaks:

"Are you really on, love? I don't want to make you uncomfortable..", his voice is low but soft against your ear. You nod shyly. You really want it. He understands and smiles. He gives you a light kiss on the shoulder and begins to enter you. You can't help but let out a small cry.

"Ken.. mh- fuck", your voice is weak and trembling. The intrusion was slightly painful but so good. You haven't done much in months, you missed it.

His big dick stretches the tight walls of your cunt rarely touched in months. Shit, the stretching was so good that small tears escape from your eyes. He starts hard and deep hip thrusts into you.

"I missed this pussy so much... you are made for me aren't you?" He pulls your hair back forcing your head to come out of the pillow. You are already a complete mess. Your mouth is swollen and red and drool is coming out. And your eyes are filled with tears.

"You are so beautiful, I'm sorry honey.. I don't deserve you. I was such an idiot.. shit." He seems sincere. He leans towards you and turns your head towards him and kisses you. He starts pushing into you slowly and picks up the pace.

The kiss is still as messy but passionate. You close your eyes and moan into the kiss as he continues these hip thrusts. On the contrary, he doesn't close his eyes. He looks at you and regrets even more what he made you go through.

You are so beautiful, you are his universe, his landmark in this world that he finds shitty and boring. He worked hard so that you could settle down together in your dream country, but along the way, he lost you.

He detaches himself from your lips. His lips stay close to you and whispers sorry to despair. You wanted to tell him it was nothing but that would be lying. He hurt you even though you know it wasn't his intention.

His hand slides between your legs and makes small circles and lightly pinches your swollen clit. Your walls tighten around him. The sound of your ass against his hips filled the room. It was such beautiful music with your moans for him.

"I- I.. nghh! kentoo I feel like Imgoing to…", you stutter without wanting to under the intensity of nanami. He is so wild at the moment but you appreciate it so much.

"I know love." His voice seemed deeper, almost hoarse. Your pussy is heaven. She swallows his cock without restraint and squeezes him. He feels that he is soon on the edge too. "Let's change position baby."

You nod and feel him pull out. The disappearance of his cock in you made you cry a little without understanding why.

Nanami lies down and makes you understand that he wants you on him. You place yourself in front of his cock soaked with your juices and you move back and forth on his length with both hands. You hear some deep moans escape from Nanami.

Your gaze rises to him and you see his face a bit of a mess. He is so cute like that. It reminds you of your first time together. A small smile forms on your face.

You finally decide to put yourself above his big dick and enter inch by inch in your tight and wet entrance. You moan at the sweet intrusion and Nanami lets out a grunt of satisfaction. Your muscles tighten around him.

After a few moments of adjustment, you start moving. Nanami places his hands on your hips and lets you follow the rhythm. Your hands rest on his big hard chest and caress it.

You move up and down slowly, feeling every pulse of his cock inside you, every shiver that runs up your spine. Your head tilts back as the cream between your bodies clings to you.

Nanami grips your hips a little tighter, groaning with every movement of your pelvis. His thumbs trace slow circles on your skin, as if trying to encourage you to go even faster, even deeper.

"You're as beautiful as an angel... I'm so sorry, my love," he breathes, his voice husky, almost broken by the mixture of pleasure and remorse.

His burning gaze pierces you, rekindling something inside you you thought was buried. It makes you tingle even more. You unconsciously pick up the pace, your clit rubbing against his blond hairs at the base of his stomach.

Nanami leans back and captures your mouth in a wild kiss, a mixture of raw desire and adoration. His tongue dances with yours, your ragged breaths mingling.

When he breaks the kiss to place light kisses on your jaw, you hear him breathe, almost desperately, "I missed you..."

You don't answer right away, unable to speak as your body craves more. You continue to roll your hips more eagerly, feeling his cock pulse, vibrating violently inside you. Your nails dig into his broad shoulders, marking his skin, as the wave of pleasure approaches dangerously.

Nanami, half-closed, looks at you as if you were his only reason for living, his hand sliding towards your stomach, down to your swollen bud, which he teassed with an almost cruel slowness.

In a whisper, barely audible so he wouldn't hear it: "Ken... I missed you too..." Your confession slips between you, fragile, like a shameful secret you wished you hadn't.

"I'm really going to... ngh- to cum... Ken—" Your body can't resist anymore. It trembles violently against him as the orgasm sweeps you away in a hot wave. Your walls tighten around him, squeezing with such force that Nanami groans, losing control too. You're squeezing him so hard.

With one last thrust of his hips, he unleashes himself deep inside you, filling you with his hot, viscous cum. A low moan escapes his lips, echoing in your ear.

You stand there, panting, your forehead pressed against his sweaty chest, your bodies still intertwined, your hearts pounding, unable to fall back down just yet.

Nanami runs a hand through your disheveled hair, caresses the nape of your neck with painful tenderness. He lifts your chin, searches your gaze, and without a word, he kisses you again, languidly.

The kiss is slow, desperate, full of nostalgia and everything unsaid between you. When he finally releases you, he looks at you for a long time, his thumb brushing your cheek.

You lie on top of him, his hot breath sliding against the nape of your neck. His cock, still inside you, hard, throbbing gently inside you, as if he refuses to leave you, to truly let you go. His hands continue to slide down your back, slow and trembling. A long silence falls, broken only by your heavy breathing.

"I- I want you again," he murmurs against your skin. His voice is hoarse, imploring. He pulls back and straightens slightly, tilting you onto your side without withdrawing from you. Your heart skips a beat as he repositions himself above you, his torso brushing against your bare chest.

His hips roll slowly, bringing his cock back, hardening against your thigh and sliding against your still-sensitive clit. A plaintive moan escapes you despite yourself.

"Can I? Please, my love..." His words are a desperate breath against your mouth before he kisses you again. This kiss is slower, more painful too. You feel all the guilt he's trying to stifle. You nod and suddenly feel him inside you.

His thrusts are slower but still just as deep. He wants to take his time this time. With each thrust is a silent declaration, an "I'm sorry," a "forgive me," that he didn't dare say out loud before. You feel his hand slide into your hair, tugging gently to expose your throat, where he leaves a trail of feverish, wet kisses.

"Why... why was I such a jerk..." You hear his voice break against your skin. You don't answer. You don't have the strength, but your body speaks for you, arching under his touch, welcoming every inch with desperate hunger.

Nanami presses his forehead against yours, his eyes fixed on yours. He slowly rolls his hips, keeping you both on the edge, just on the edge of pleasure without ever completely tipping over.

"I want you to come for me again... I want you to scream my name, like before," he moans against your lips. He pushes a little harder, a little deeper. A high-pitched cry escapes you, your body already ready to buckle under the pressure.

You beg him with your eyes. He knows that look, you want him to go harder. He's unable to resist you, so he speeds up, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more devastating, as if he wants to mark you with his love in your gut.

The obscene sound of your bodies mingles with your muffled moans. You feel your stomach tighten, your clitoris burning with the friction of your movements.

"Ken- phf.. Kento..!"

You cry out his name in a strangled moan as your orgasm explodes suddenly, almost painfully. Your body arches beneath him, your walls squeezing him so tightly that he has no choice but to follow you.

With a guttural moan, he slams into you a second time, gripping your hips so tightly you're sure to see marks tomorrow. He's come a lot, you can feel it. He pulls out, and you feel his hot cum leak from your lips and drip onto the rumpled sheets.

You lie there, bound, breathless, trembling, eyes closed. Silence falls again. A bitter silence this time, a little ashamed. Nanami strokes your cheek, his fingers trembling with pent-up emotion and hesitant.

"I still love you," he finally breathes, so quietly you almost think you imagined it. You feel a burning sensation behind your eyelids, but you refuse to cry now.

"Ken-... don't ever leave me again... or I'll kill you." You raise your arms and pull him closer. You snuggle against his shoulder without another word, listening to his warm but gentle breath. A small tear escapes you, out of sadness or love? You don't know.

"Never again. I promise." He pauses and smiles slightly against your damp hair. "Marry me again, please... Give me another chance. Let me spend the rest of my life with you, my love."

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[breathinlove]

sticky fingers ellie williams

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synopsis: you and your best friend got popsicles on a hot day, but ellie finishes hers first.

cw: swearing, dialogue heavy at first, homoerotic friendship i fear, hinted themes, dirty minded hoes who act oblivious, a whole lotta mouth and tongue but no nothang but slighhhhhttttlyyy nsfw.

a/n: idk what this is it just came to me as i had a popsicle in the morning lmao... i js missed writing.

you're walking home with one of best friends, ellie, after a day at the park. it was a boring and oppressively hot day. you had bought yourselves ice lollies to help survive the sultry weather.

"is it good?" ellie speaks, pointing to your yellow popsicle.

"yeah, ellie, it's good." you say, matter-of-factly.

"i love pineapple." she looks away from you as you come closer to the crossing, both you looking to the sides of the road in sync.

“i know, me too." you reply shortly, not giving her the time of day, rapidly crossing the street. ellie stays silent, but not for too long.

"well..." she mutters when she catches your trail.

"yes?" you know what she wants but you still play dumb. you're not gonna give it to her.

“just a taste—" she starts whining, and you cut her off.

“nope." that's all you say in response.

you turn the stick horizontally as you get to the middle of the ice lolly, you suck on it and she's snorts heavily. she seems to drag her feet along the sidewalk.

“please, it's so hot out here.” ellie insists on the subject.

"it’s not my fault you fucking gobbled yours." you giggle, flicking her forehead.

she lets out a cartoon-like ‘ouch’ and she pushes your arm.

"bruh, it was small." ellie complains before wiping sweat off her nape, where strands of hair stuck onto.

“doooon't caaaare.” you smirk.

you bite the ice off the stick and she looks like she's mourning its loss. ellie loves pineapple artificial flavoring, despite choosing not to eat too much actual pineapple because when you two ate a bunch of pineapple slices together, you ended up with prickled tongues and mouth ulcers. it wasn't fun.

you can read her expression well enough to let out a chuckle, almost choking on the juice that pools inside your mouth. she clicks her tongue at the sound of slurping coming from you, she focuses on the noise of lawn mowers on your neighborhood instead, but they're just as annoying.

"ellie." you mutter with a heavy breath, she can hear what remains on your tongue moving. she hums in response.

you know ellie's annoyed. you were friends, but you were afraid that you had spoiled her. whenever you denied her anything, she'd catch an attitude. and you liked teasing her. you thought she looked cute when she'd look away from you with a serious face over something so small as a popsicle.

“lukami.” you say, he contorts her face in confusion, and you slurp at the juices to clear your words.

“look at me." you repeat, now coherently, grabbing her cheeks.

“yeah? what do you want?" she looks at you, and you take a disgustingly loud and final slurp.

ellie knows the pineapple stick is gone now, and she didn't even get to taste it. she pictured herself tasting it off your lips, or even your tongue. she wondered if she'd able to feel the refreshment if she sucked on your tongue after all the sucking you did on that popsicle.

“guess what?” you smile, she takes a little too long to answer and you wonder what goes through her mind.

but well, she's nasty, isn't she? she wanted it, no matter if it meant licking around one of her best friend's mouth. she's upset, but she knows it's silly.

“what?” she shrugs.

"i have popsicles at home.” you say excitedly and you look giddy, your sugary fingers still on her face.

“whatever," she looked away, forcing away from your hold. "get those sticky fingers away from me."

"that's a great album, by the way." you ignore her demand, chuckling.

you mess with her cheeks, smearing her with the syrup on your hand. you left a spot on her lips, she licked it. finally, she knows what it tasted like and she yearns for more.

“you're so messy, ya know?" she smiles wide.

you look at your hand as she grabs and holds it where it was, against her lips. you stop on your tracks completely, feeling her tongue stick out of her lips and coming in contact with the pad of your fingers, it tickles. you giggle.

she hums at the sweetness of it and looks up at you from your fingers, what a kid!

"ellie, please, what's wrong with you?" you laugh, and she does too. sugar puts her in a good mood.

“should've just let me taste it.” she speaks.

you would've thought she was done but ellie takes your index finger inside her mouth for shits and giggles, her warm as the day tongue massaging your finger as she sucks on it.

“you're so stupid.” you say, using minimal to no strength to push her face with the hand she entrapped. she smiles around your finger.

you feel the desire to slide your finger further into her mouth to wipe that shit-eating grin of her face. you imagined how ellie would look when she gagged on it, the shock in her eyes would be amusing, you assume. these thoughts run around your mind.

you think she might have an oral fixation by the looks of it,you look around, making sure no one was watching this seemingly obscenity.

"god, ellie.." you sigh in defeat when she flutters her eyes shut. you watch, mind running around her soft features and braking on her pursed lips, tainted red from her late watermelon popsicle.

then she releases your finger, after god knows how long (now that your fingerprint is practically part of her tongue’s muscle memory). you snap back to reality, freshly cut grass smell hitting your nose and unbearable sun hitting your skin.

ellie looks proud of herself.

"it really was good. what flavors you got at home?" she asks and starts walking again. you clean your now spit dirty fingers on your shirt and walk with her, enumerating the flavors of popsicles your dad had bought and stacked in the freezer.

[shower-phantom-ideas]

Bruh emotional support ghost kid? Well thats what they are calling him

Suicide cases in gothem are about to fucking plummet boiz cause this one weird blue eyes, black haired boy is now heading to your location.

How does he know where to be? Having a bad day and are all alone? No the fuck your not cause don’t turn around now but theres some shiny blue eyes coming at you from that dark ally. Oh shit hes here to drop some information about you and your lost loved ones that he should know. Oh god the closure. How could you have been afraid on this sweet, creepy, boy who just helped you find your way.

Meanwhile Danny is chillin in Gothem cause the GIW hate it there (none of they equipment actually functions in Gothem so it’s either super haunted or actually not haunted at all). Then all of a sudden he gets approached by a random ghost begging for his help because their sweet baby girl is about to do something horrible. Oops now all the ghosts are following their most loved ones around just to make sure they are there to rush to Danny for help when all else fails. Now hes getting to fulfil his protection obsession double time because one hes helping protect people from themselves and two hes protecting everyone in Gothem by stopping people from becoming villains for revenge. Plus he gets to see first hand how hes making a difference because all those people he saved are sending him some good vibes from all across Gothem.

Thank god he followed Jazz around so much to slightly absorb some of her phycology knowledge over the years. Plus it was actually pretty interesting so she gave him her old text books. Shes also helping him deal with the rare events where he can’t save someone. Just a moment too late or he stops them but they later succeeded in the hospital. Neither are his fault. Now only if he could convince his core of that.

Anyway why Gothem you ask? Amity Park would have been just as good tbh but imagine Batmans face when he finally gets to be face to face with the emotional support ghost boy. Why is he here? Bruce is fine. Batman is fine. Hes not gonna do anything crazy. It’s just a hard time of year. Around their death always gives him grief. But hes an adult and can manage it.

“You know they are so proud of you.” The boy states. As if it’s clear as day, even though it’s Gothem and never a clear day. Batman blinks at him, stunned for a moment. “What?” This boy can’t possibly know that. No one will ever know that, Bruce can only hope. “They see their home, full of such life. That big house that felt so empty, so cold, to them as well for years. Then you filled it with Family and Love like they had always wanted for you. They are so proud of what you have turned it into. Somewhere full of life and warmth.” A small smile graces his face as finally “you have made your parents so proud” and its all he can do to contain himself. Emotions are running high and sue him because he really did need to hear that ok. The boy suddenly looks to Bruces right with a confused face “aren’t all basements like that though?” Before Bruce can even get a word in hes gone. Just vanished before his eyes.

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MEMEMEME! ILL ASK ABOUT THAT FIC TELL EVERYTHING

(I'm trying to catch up on your blog I swear!)

HI BELOVED TAKE YOUR TIME. I KNOW YOU ARE BUSY. IT IS NOT GOING ANYWHERE. but as for the fic (i'm sorry. genuinely):

cecil and lou ellen are fighting. cecil is being a shithead and just driving her nuts, which is rare bc she is also often a shithead who drives ppl nuts, but she is at her wits end. and will is like halfheartedly trying to stop it but hes like Busy right. its summer. hes got an infirmary to run.

but lou ellen snaps and goes YOU WANNA ACT LIKE A CHILD? FINE! BE AA CHILD! and shes so mad the magic POPS off of her like cecil gets HEXED.

except.

cecil is his fathers son.

he is fast.

he ducks and will, who is less fast and also Tired, gets hit instead.

theres this huge glow of green light, everyone is shrieking, no one knows what's going on, then the smoke clears and there is will, on the floor, NINE GODDAMN YEARS OLD. and everyone is like oooooohhhhh gods what do we do.

and lou ellen is like I DONT KNOW I DONT KNOW IT WAS AN ACCIDENT I DIDNT EVEN HEX HIM I JUST KIND OF EXPLODED and everyone is trying so so hard to figure it out,m but will is unconscious, and he is LITTLE and there is PANIC

cue annabeth who is like OKAY. everyone chill the fuck out. someone go get him clothes that fit. hes gonna wake up and be confused. remember we're down a medic. the rest of you need to use your fucking heads.

so people are chill but BUZZING with the rumours bc baby will is so goddam Cute like actually but also like. is he gonna age back? is he stuck that way? and they keep side eyeing nico and nico is trying not to let it bother him but hes also like oh shit oh god did i just lose the love of my life please tell me this isnt happening oh my god fuck

someone brings harley's extra clothes, but since harley is jacked they're Way too big on him, also will is small for his age, so theyre like literally what is the point of giving him these he might as well wear his own clothes, and cecil is like yo wait a second. ur onto smth maybe. so he slinks off into storage and comes back with like a stack of will's old clothes. and they're just The dorkiest things in the world

but anyways someone comes hollering to dinner like HES UP HES UP so nico rushes over and everyone else too and hes up alright. he is Bouncing off the walls.

as they suspected he is very much a nine year old. like not current fifteen year old will in a nine year olds body this is Nine Year Old Will Solace. and he is a motormouth and jumping on the bed and asking a million questions and going YOOOOOOOO ANABETH YOURE GIANT NOW and shes like bruh. okay. guess we really are going back to baby will. hold on everyone.

and nico is still stressed but also like. oh my gods. will is SO cute he is melting a little. like its hard not to

but then

then.

will chills for six seconds and hes like hey where's lee? or michael? they usually work this time a day and Boy does it ever get real quiet real fast.

and its like.

do you tell this child.

this bright eyed child.

that his entire family is dead.

or do you just lie.

they lie!

thinking quick as hell annabeth is like "uhhhhh theyre on a quest."

"all twelve of them?"

"…they're going on four quests"

"oh okay word! how come i couldnt come"

"?? bc?? ur 9??"

"aw"

and its just.

the rest of the time as they try to figure out how to turn him back

its just. this time capsule.

this kid who is asking about all these people that half the campers dont know and the other half are remembering, vividly and painfully, for the first time in years

knocking on the athena cabin door like "hey malcolm!! is carter here? i wanna play soccer"

"oh, sweetheart. he's, uh. he's at school"

and will is suspsicious because what the heck! carter always plays soccer with him especially when lee is gone! and carter is the smartest guy ever he graduated when he was ten! what!

and hes asking clarisse and she doesnt know what to say to him. she is the weakest shes ever felt in his life. all she sees is silena.

and hes asking about beckendorf and percy can hardly breathe and hes asking about luke and conner and travis dont know what to say and its AWFUL. its awful. the entire camp is realising for the first time just how many people theyve lost.

he asks about castor and mr d almost kills him.

like its just AGONIZING its the worst

and the worst of all is that will starts to realise.

the longer it stretches on the more he realises hey they arent here. they havent been here.

he goes to pull a box out from under his bed and its one no one has ever seen before and its just Filled to the brim. pictures on pictures and home videos and letters and diary entries spotted with tear tracks.

"they're gone. aren't they."

"…yes."

"all of them?"

"i'm sorry, will."

like it ACHES

he comes back to fifteen eventually and its just

how have you carried that

missing them all for so long

forgot to mention that when will tries to go back to his cabin nico thinks quickly int he beginning. "uhhhh they tried to um. renovate your cabin. with paint fromt he big house. and it had lead in it? apparently? so you and your cabin have to stay with me actually. for a while." just to keep him from seeing that literally None of his sibling's stuff is there. and hasnt been for years. and then one day no one can find will until they find him in the apollo cabin, in the early morning, rifling through this box in this giant empty cabin and realising what has happened. what he loses in the future. crying quietly. then into nico's arms, who's choking his own tears back.

"i don't want to go back to a future without them in it. i don't want to grow up. i don't want to grow up."

"believe me, sweetheart. i know."

just HEARTWRENCHING