#maybe this is normal information for some

[froggiethelesbian]

Okay it’s been a while since I read up on this so I don’t remember everything but it has to do with the church refusing to build graveyards outside Paris a few centuries ago. For a while they had these body houses like mausoleums but it was more like stacking bodies on top of each other in wooden racks, there was also an issue of putting like multiple bodies in one grave or destroying a grave marker to bury someone on top of another. These bodies were piling everywhere, the body houses smelled like hell and would sometimes fall apart and these piles of bodies on various stages of decomposition would just spill out. Normal Paris things like that.

Eventually they just started dumping the dead into the catacombs. So there were just piles of bones everywhere under the city and people decided “well this is UGLY we gotta do something about it” and so they eventually started making art with the bones. Like the photos above and the ones I put below, some are haphazard stacks but others are these beautiful patterns with intricate design. There is also incorporation of religion for obvious reasons, markers with blessings, for the year the bones were placed and maybe other stuff that I don’t really remember. Here’s some examples.

Anyway the catacombs are massive and fully of mystery’s we still discover today! Also another morbid fact is that people get lost down there, even never found. One time a camera was found with recordings of a man who was lost down there but they never found the man so- do with that information as you wish.

I love the very idea of the paris catacombs like. yeah sure the real-life city of paris has a straight-up megadungeon sprawling under it. Why not.

[ancha-aus]

Ghosts & Medium Drabble - Morning After

I figured that after the angst I did before I should add something fun instead :3

This is right after the Banshee incident :D

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Cross frowns as he feels Dust shiver again. The small patches of ice on him still seem to grow and no amount of rubbing his arms seem to be able to keep it at bay.

They need to get back to his apartment. Cross knows a few old rituals but it works best to cast those on something to drink. A ritual to bring inner warmth. It is meant to comfort someone and warm soemone in the winter.

Cross hopes it will work against Banshee magic. He never... he never heard the other priests speak about banshee magic and how to treat it... How it affects a person.

He knows what spirit magic does to other spirits. He knows that the priests take careful care to cast divine spells of protection before dealing with one.

They hadn't know.

Who expects a Banshee?!

Cross glances over his shoulder as he watches Nightmare talk with the cult members in the distance. Horror is floating near Nightmare no doubt to hear what is being said while Killer and Ash are both right here by Dust and himself.

Killer groans "what is taking him so long?! We need to go!"

Ash is beside himself as he floats from side to side. anxiously glancing around as he mutters about rituals and ingredients. All while muttering about how spirits will notice the Banshee leaving. The empty area that has appeared is open to be claimed.

Cross frowns as he removes his own jacket to place around Dust over his normal hoody. He still feels cold to the touch. He picks him back up afterwards and tries to share his own bodyheat with Dust.

Cross realises he needs to say soemthing to Killer or risk the other doing something impulsive... and after seeing what he he is capable of he doesn't want to see what the other would do. "Ngihtmare is thinking long term. It would be very suspicious for Dust to leave without payment. We don't want the cult to know or even think that Dust wants something other than payment." this whole thing had been a plan to find information on the artifact that Nightmare wants. To repay the other for him helping Dust with Cross at Cross's request after Cross messed up.

In... a way this is Cross's fault... XGaster really was right... Cross jsut causes more trouble than he is worth-

Nightmare walks over "Done. We have the payment for Dust and they are none the wiser."

Killer groans "Finally lets go!" and he floats into the van as Ash looks anxiously at him and than Dust. Cross gives the spirit a gentle smile as he picks Dsut up.

Fuck he weights nothing... Cross had seen how unhealthy his diet is but he hadn't thought it would be this bad?! At least Horror is trying to get some better habbits into Dust to take better care of himself.

They enter the van and see Killer just stare at the wheel.

Nightmare hums as he taps his chin "I don't supose you know how to drive?" he glances at Cross.

Cross blinks "Of course I do?"

Nightmare looks pleased "Then you can drive."

There is just one small- honestly large issue. He looks back at Dust before looking back at the maybe demon? Dust never quite told them what he felt like he summoned and Nightmare never told them what he was... Cross just knows the other senses emotions and seems to eat emotions. Which is demon behaviour but isn't limited to just that kind of creature.

ngihtamre raises an eyebrow and Cross realises he was quiet for too long again "I euh... need my hands to drive..." he frowns back at Dust and sees that more ice formed and he quickly rubs the arms to get more warmth into the other.

Nightmare jsut stares at him for a moment as he slowly arches his brow. One of his normally hidden tentacles moves over to take Dust and Cross immediantly pulls Dust further away "Not wiht tentacles! He needs warmth!"

He doens't like the idea of Ngihtamre just holding Dust like a sack of potatoes! He needs to be careful!

Nightmare sighs but holds out his arms. Looking very unamused. Cross shoots him a look but carefully hands Dust over.

Ash looks deeply unhappy wiht this and goes over to Ngihtmare to tell him to 'hold him different!' and to 'support his spine better!' and most of all 'Rub his arms to warm him more!'.

But Cross needs to get them back to Dust's... Cross refuses to call it an apartment. It is a shithole and Cross can't beleive Dust just lives like that! Once this whole mess is over maybe Cross can convince him to at least live at the temple with him? The priests there are nice! They will probably be okay wiht Dust living there! That way he can safe up money as well and try to really get his feet back under him!

If... he wants... Dust seems content to wander... Hell the only reason he is even there as often now is because they all are with him and he needs aplace to plan instead of just... going from job to job with his van.

Something to consider later... Maybe he just doesn't like to stay at home because it is shit place?

Cross feels bad for thinking it. Dust is being nice and considerate wiht letting them all stay and trying to help Cross fix Cross's mistake... and here Cross is just thinking negatively about his place.

Talking about place... They are here.

Cross gets out and leads the way for Nightmare. Cross is happy to note they don't come across anyone... Cross has been noticing people shooting them all looks. He really hopes that doesn't bring issues to Dust later.

For now they get inside as Killer just opens the door. Right... Poltergeist... interacts easily with physical things. He just... never does it because Dust doesn't like him moving his things around...

Cross doens't have time to think about just how strong Killer is... Or the fact that Ngihtmare just declined Cross taking Dust back from him and instead calmly walks inside himself.

This is a mess.

This is such a mess.

horror looks at him "We are back... What now?"

Cross swallows as he speaks "I think it is most important he rests and warms up. I have a ritual that we used to do at the temple all the time. To help warm a person from inside. It is... more like a heightened tea than anything." more pressing "But well... Dust needs to also warm up form the outside. Best for that would be for him to take a bath or shower." But Dust is still out cold.

Ngihtmare however just looks unimpressed "That is all? That is a very simple solution. I will wash him while you prepare this tea-"

Killer growls as his target soul flashes as he leans clsoe to Nightmare "The fuck do you think you are planning?! You DON'T get to tocuh my mate like that!"

Ash glares at both 'Neihter of you are allowed that!"

Cross is unsure what to do. What does he say? he can't do this?!

Horror speaks over the other voices "Ice is getting worse."

It pauses the arguing between Ngihtmare and Killer as both glance down at Dust, who is still held in nightmare's arms. He is shivering and the ice is creeping up his neck and covers his shoudler now.

Shit.

Shit shit shit!

Nightmare frowns.

Killer glares at him "you can't even feel him getting cold! What makes you think you can even take care of him?! Make sure he is okay and warm?!"

Ngihtmare glares at Killer "Don't speak foolish assumptions about me spirit. You may not like what you learn."

Ash straight up yells out a loud shout of pure frustration. Stuff wiggles lightly as the light flickers. Weak compared to what strong spirits can do. But for a weak phantom? It is impressive.

Ash glares at them "Stop this! Either help my brother or leave." things shake again even as Cross sees the other flicker. Ash is using the little power he has. he is desperate.

Killer looks unhappy before glaring at Ngihtmare unhappy "Fine..."

Nightmare huffs as he leaves towards the bathroom. his now visible tendril grabbing a sweater and sweatpants from the ground in Dust's room.

horror looks at cross and mumbles "can you teach me how to make this... magic drink? It is best that more people know how it is made." Cross can see that both ash and killer followed Ngihtmare. No doubt to keep an eye on the maybe demon adn Dsut. Cross nods and goes towards the kitchen. He looks around around the kitchen and is happy to find a few spices. No doubt Dust's small stash for rituals to begin with.

okay. Time to make special tea. any flavour will do, as the flavuor just makes it easier to drink for the one needing it. The real magic is into infusing the energy and feeling of the right spices into the very essence of the tea.

It is one of the easiest things to learn. but a comfort and useful trick. Cross gets to work and explains each step to Horror. It is nice... in a way. knowing he is doing soemthing that will help Dust. knowing someone else is learnign about this.

It is quick work and Cross waits. knowing the tea will stay warm until it is consumed.

It is also a great trick to make a drink for yourself that you know will stay the right temperature...

In the end Killer comes back to tell them that they got Dust cleaned and his body at least a bit warmer.

Cross takes the drink and meets the others in his room. it is cramped. but Dust looks a bit better even if he still looks very pale. The small matrass is covered with three blankets and Cross is very sure dust only has two in his house. He suspects Killer for stealing more.

He is wearing sweatpants and a sweater now. a beanie on his skull to keep it covered. Cross can hear the old washer running in the background. Cross joins them and nightmare keeps dust upright as cross helps him drink the tea. it is slow work but luckily it works. Dust mumbles unhappily.

Cross laughs "Right sorry... you don't like cinnamon as flavour..." strange that he remembers that... they had been kids... way back... Cross mentioned once he liked cinnamon buns but that his father didn't let him eat them...dust showed up with one one day for cross... cross had tried to share but dust just told him he didn't care for the taste.

It was just... the easiest spice to use wiht the most effect. at least that he had available. Probably why Dust kept it around... it is one of the cheapest spices which can be used in most easy rituals.

At least dust is still sort of there and awake. that is good.

he finishes the tea nad it takes but a moment but some colour returns to his bones as his shivering stops.

Cross makes sure he is completely tugged in and warped up in the blankets. He checks the window for no draft and makes sure the curtains are drawn.

They leave the room and just take a moment...

And now... they wait...

It is up to Dust to wake up now.

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his body feels sore... it is... cold...

He doesn't like the cold...

It is fine... there is always someone nearby who... Who is warm...

nightmare isn't warm to the touch... something about what he is... but cross, or at least cross's body, is warm. no matter who is in it...

He feels the blanket and follows along the surface of his bed under it... his hand searching for the other... retreating back when he feels soemthing cold...

Where... where are they? He is alone? Why is he alone? Don't they want to stay near anymore?

Why... why does that thought hurt?

He forces himself to open his eyes. Wake up. Don't think like... that... That is stupid...

Dust glances around and frowns. Just his room... lots of blankets though and he shivers. He pulls one tighter around him. strange... It is still warm out and while his apartment is shit it doens't get cold like this until it is winter...

He looks down adn frowns. That is the old knitted sweater he has... it has been an impulse buy when he was younger... He had been feeling low and sad and just miserable... so splurged a lot of money on this knitted sweater... It was soft and warm and he regretted spending that much money on it...

He doens't usually wear it... scared that it will get dirty or get ripped or soemthing...

Dust pulls the blanket tigher around him as he slowly gets up..

Fuck it is cold. Why is he so cold? He enver felt this cold? Well it does remind of him that fucking banshee-

The Banshee....

The cold magic that had clung to his very being, his very core, the magic that held him together.

He had struggled up the stairs...

He met the others... they had been searching for him?

And Killer...

Killer had....

His soul beats faster just remembering it and he shakes his skull.

What... what is wrong with him?! He should be worried! he should be stressed about doing something against the other! To make sure Killer won't hurt them!!

But he cna only focus on how... fast and strong he had been. How quickly he had moved to defend him!! How it hadn't been a battle at all... more of an execution...

He pauses before the door and tries to sense the magic and energy in the air.

It is... difficult. it is like trying to move a sore muscle. Trying to focus through a migraine. He can still sense them but it is all muddy... Seems like he lost more of his energy than he had thought...

But he can sense them... they are all still there... but quiet? That is new.

He opens the door and looks around. They are all staring at him. Dust blinks back and sees the slowly darkening sky through the window. So it is only a few hours after their trip? They were before lunch at the cult trap and-

"Dust!!" Ash floats over and stares at him "Are you oaky?! How are you feeling? Sit down! Are you still cold?!" he looks anxious.

Dust blinks but takes a seat at the obvious disstress of his brother. Cross is next to him and it takes longer than usual for Dust to spot who is inhabiting the body. Seems like it is still Cross. Cross checks his temperature and asks some questions.

Dust is still confused but answers them. Yes he still feels cold but not as bad as when they were near the Banshee. He is still a bit tired but feels awake enough. His senses are still dulled as well.

Cross looks very worried "I think she ate a chunk of your life force and life energy... I... I am not sure... We would need to ask other priests."

Ash sounds panicked as he tries to plan but before he can even think off an answer Nightmare grabs his face and turns him to face him.

Ngihtmare studies his face and nudged parts os his skull and near his sockets. What... waht does Dust do? What is he doing?! Dust isn't sure what to do or what is going on? What is the other even doing-

Ngihtmares sockets glow a brihgt cyan for a moment as he continues to stare at him. He hums and slowly turns Dusts skull this and that way. Next the summoned being looks around the room before taking his hand. He checks the joints there.

Ngihtmare hums as he lets go and nods. the cyan colour disappears "You are weaker and some of your life force and energy has been taken correct. However your core and soul are not affected by this predicement. You will recover your lost energy with time and rest."

Dust blinks dumbfounded as Cross sputters "How do you know that?! Us priests can't even do that unless we have much training and practise!? How did you just... see that!? So quickly!? seeing someones core and energies isn't just something you can do?!" Cross stares in shcok.

Ngihtmare looks rather amused "It is part of what I am. It is hardly more complex than that."

Cross sputters "It is!! It doe smatter as it is divine magic! It is an ability reserved for those who are of the divine nature!"

Nightmare just continues to look at him amused "I am sure you will figure it out very soon."

Dust stares in shock. A fallen... A Fallen... Divine...

He... he is a ...

"You are an angel."

Nightmare's smile grows as he gives a half shrug "Even if they are unhappy with me. They can't change what I am. Exile however is possible." he sounds so amused.

Ash figured it out to "An angel... you are a fallen angel.. That is why you are only known as the Fallen..."

Nightmare nods "Indeed. Now." he gets up "Dust. yOu should rest more. Unless you are still feeling cold. In that case you should start with taking a shower. Cross, after you closed your mouth, prepare more of that tea for him. It should help him warm up." He looks to the side "Horror. you mentioned you had some leftovers for him to warm up and eat?"

Horror nods and mentions he saved all the leftovers.

Dust blinks "I... what?"

Ngihtmare looks back at him "You slept for 26 hours straight. From what I know of mortals that is well beyond the time they need to eat and drink. which you will do first. After that we make sure the Banshee's Breathe doesn't keep freezing you. then you go back to bed to rest and make sure you recover your energy." He nudges Dust back fully on the sofa as he walks towards the kitchen, listening to Horror to hear where the food is and starts warming things up.

cross is still shocked but rushes to make some sort of ritual tea? Dust can already smell the cinnamon and thinks he remembers drinking something warm with that taste? he still doens't enjoy it...

He glances to the side and sees Killer floating beside him. Looking right at him. Staring.

The confusing mess of feelings return... remembering how he moved and attacked.. he was strong...

Dust isn't sure what to do as he pulls the beanie closer around his skull.

Killer tilts his skull at him "You really fine?" he frowns as he pouts "Sorry i didn't get there earlier. Stupid nightmare said it was better to remain as a group or risk someone else getting lost who we would need to find." he pouts at him "I wanted to go straight after you through the floor! But nightmare stopped me!" he blinks "Oh right! nightmare's tendrils? Thsoe things we can see but others don't? Yeah. They can touch ghosts! but only when he wants to. Which is a rip off honestly! Like. It is unfair that he can deside to grab me to keep me from following you but I can't just poke him right near the center to annoy him? It is rude and unfair and-"

"Thank you..."

Killer blinks and stares a thim. Dust just feels more embarrassed but pushes through it... it is only fair... and... well... "You... did save us... thank you." there. He said it.

Killer fucking cheers and floats through him!! Dust shivers and glares "What the hell?"

Kilelr pouts "I wanted to hug you!! Cross! Crossy!! let me borrow the bdoy!" and he floats over to cross.

Cross yelps "Killer! I am doign a ritual stop distracting me!"

"Crossy don't be greedy! I wanne hug Dusty! Let me go hug my mate!"

Dust groans as he covers his face.

Why doe shis face feel warm? and why doesn't that statement bring annoyance anymore?

It is... probably because he is still disbalanced after the Banshee attack... Yeah... that is it... it is fine.. It will be fine.

[danieyells]

Hi Danie! So I've seen at least a couple of posts (that I think were from you or reblogged by you, but even if I'm thinking of someone else I think you'd be the best person to ask) that refer to Professor Hyde as a pervert? Is that based on anything? Is it a reputation he has in-universe or just from some fans?

Hihi! Some of them may have been me or maybe been commentary from me, some of it's definitely been from haters of his, some of it's just in response to/interpretations of some of his behavior that's been unsettling or uncomfortable or exciting for people!

His in-universe reputation heavily varies based on the few people who've expressed perspectives regarding him. But no, so far no one in-universe has explicitly expressed this.

As for basises(as a pervert character and Hyde enjoyer). . . .

The way Romeo talks to him. If you're a person of hearing, listen to the way Romeo talks to him on the phone. His cutesy babygirl type voice that he uses multiple times to appeal to him--which one can assume works well enough since he keeps doing it and Hyde said he had a nice voice--that isn't the same as the seductive voice he uses with the pc or with the man he was getting information out of, so it's not his normal seductive voice. If this is how Romeo appeals to Hyde, people understandably might find the likelihood that Hyde must enjoy it to some degree a bit on the perverse side. (At one point I saw someone say it made him a pedo which. . . . . . . . . .Romeo's a grown ass man idk what that accusation's about) Taiga, comically, canonically finds this voice gross lmao. . .Taiga also laughs at the idea of Romeo cheating on him on the home screen. . .but when it comes to Hyde he's notably upset by Hyde being close to Romeo

The fact that Hyde speaks in a sweet voice back to Romeo lends to that this is something he might get some sort of kick out of.

Romeo doing favors and secret missions for him and running secret auctions with him and Hyde going to Romeo's room and Hyde making Romeo do all of these favors for him so that he can be pardoned for his crimes on campus, keep making money, and to potentially get Sinostra off of probation. . .it's all very "i'll raise your grades if you sleep with me" in terms of the vibes lol. . . .

The fact that he constantly refers to his students as adorable and so on people might find uncomfortable and a bit weird/perverted

The way he speaks to and about Sho is pretty brocon adjacent, especially his "you still accept my love" line in one of Sho's campus stories to which Sho himself said "Gross, don't say it like that." Hyde also, in Sho's character story, bought Sho the same cologne that he uses and gave it to him as a welcome gift for coming to Darkwick(Sho Did Not Like This) and had the pc give it to him for him, instructing her not to tell him who it was from. Sho discourages the pc from telling Hyde anything and orders her never to do Hyde any favors again.

The most actually perverted thing he did was at the beginning of Episode 16 where he gets real close to the PC to ask about the mark on her back then says that as a researcher they should be observing the mark closely and almost suggesting that she let him take a look at it. . .and if you recall from when we last saw the mark's current size she has to be pretty much topless for him to see that. And he knows that because he said that the state of her condition gets around with the staff. Combine with the way he asked, the proximity. . .he was very much about to say he wanted her to undress in his office. Mind you he's not her doctor and word about it has already started to spread about this among the staff--it's already been observed. And sure he could have legitimately just wanted to look at it more closely given he is an anomalous biology professional and even in charge of Mortkranken's budget so knowing the medical condition of her curse is kinda his area and all but. . . . . . . . . . . .it definitely had a perverted feel to it.

I HOPE THAT PROVIDED SOME INSIGHT LOL

[timkontheunsure]

@kinsey3furry300 yer I think Fizz was likely was in on some of this gossip, from after Stolitz first date and before.

But I didn't want to put things that I didn't have much evidence for, and I'm less o going with minimal context clue for Fizz in general. (I'll come back to why in a bit).

So this is what I've got for Fizz.

He does say about "the last time I checked your love life was a pile of shit", implying he's gotten info off Verosika's about at least how she and Blitz ended.

Because she's literally introduced in the next line.

(Making it's very unlikely Fizz was talking about Blitz trying to ask him out 15 years ago).

And it's also likely Fizz heard more than that. Probably knowing a bit about the anti Blitzo parties.

And maybe some info of Blitz other Exes from them.

It is kinda interesting that Fizz immediately assumes Blitz is stalking him when he runs into him again after Ozzie's.

And maybe he's leaping there because he's of know about Verosika's hobby of collecting people Blitz has slept with? But it more likely that as he's a big celebrity, and he expect anyone with a grudge might do this.

Humm I'd push back on Verosika knows about the deal between Stolas and Blitz, to use the grimoire of access. Cus it's extremely unlikely during spring broken, and that would be her most likely time to find out.

She trys to give them shit about killing the kijiji too obviously.

But getting shut down when Millie proves it was Verosika's fault there was one in the first place.

Then she trys pulling that IMP aren't using disguises, so should also get into trouble with her.

If Verosika had known about the book deal, this would have been the perfect time to have brought it up.

Because that would be better blackmail, to make Millie shuts up about setting a kijiji fish on the human world.

Or she could have used it when Moxxie points out that IMP going without disguises doesn't matter; if drunk humans think he's a possum. Not a demon.

Lady really didn't want to let Blitz win here.

Ok with what Fizz and Ozzie knows and when things; I'm actually way more strict with myself on what reasonable information for them to have and pass on, or get passed to them.

For the simple reason of Fizz is now someone Blitz is now close to again. Someone we'd expect Blitz to have talked to, and we've been burned with that before.

'oh Blitz would never keep Stolas in the dark with such an important thing as someone wants to assassinate him'...

Or 'oh M&M must know Blitz and Stolas have been taking a break from the deal since Ozzie's right?'

Or 'Millie definitely knows just how head over hoaves Blitz was for Stolas, and that they really weren't properly dating right?

Yer nope, I'm not counting on this dumbass to have any normal obvious conversations off screen.

We love Blitz, but the guy is bad at having logical conversations, in the correct time and place.

(I'm also putting 'Stolas knows Blitz loves him, and that's the reason for giving him a place to stay' in this bucket too. Pics of it didn't happen Brandon Rogers 😛).

Fizz probably still thinks their date on the full moon went well. 🤦

I mean how could it not? Both of them tried so hard to make it a lovely night for the other.

(Bet they thought it was a big anniversary or something. And if the timeline works out it would have been around the year mark since they started seeing eachother😆).

But it feels like Fizz and Blitz reconciling, would make Verosika's unlikely to pass on the news about the not-a-breakup. Because what would her and Fizz have in common to talk about now?

(Fizz really doesn't appear to have close friends in Opps, just Ozzie and people he works with).

If Verosika had told Fizz, his friend had his heart broken, he'd would likely have checked on Blitz.

Before the guy spiraled into ask his kid to burn effigies of Stolas for him, because Blitz can't imagine doing that to Stolas himself.

(Bloody idiot's trying to copy Verosika's unhealthy coping strategies 🙄. But can't go through with it himself, just like Stolas couldn't hurt the cake. Because they both care too much about eachother).

Agreed, Ozzie could have a legit reason to enquire if Blitz is using the crystal.... But erm how the pop this nicely, the guy not really on the ball with paper work.😅

Ozzie's a bit of a himbo, outside his science experiments. With Fizz doing the day to day running of making sure the business works.

And it's kinda likely that this is the only thing they needed to be able to tell Blitz had accepted the crystal. It shows Ozzie's sigil, it's connected, and working from this moment on.

Also Ozzie might straight up forgotten IMP have one of his crystals, putting them under is jurisdiction.

So yer.. that why I don't know how much information Verosika would have gotten from Fizz about the crystal. Or given to Fizz about the relationship crashing.

It makes sence in my head that they're having less in common, as soon as Blitz and Fizz start being friends again.

Fizzmodeous probably went from assuming they were already a well established couple in Ozzie's,

to comparing notes and both calling Blitz in denial in Opps,

to being glad Stolas' lies saved Blitz's neck, even if how he did it made no sense.

Heh I'm waiting for Fizz to be blown away that Blitz is a dad to Loona. 😆

Contexing the dots

Just got asked this elsewhere. And now I'm kinda worried that others might have missed how Verosika knows about the fight between Stolas and Blitz

So have this...

Apology Tour is only a few hours after Full Moon. Which could make it really odd that she thought they were dating, and now broken up.

But Verosika was working at Ozzie's the night of their disastrous first date.

And Stolas' head butler, Pringles, was also out with his polycule to Ozzie's the same night.

They could have been random hookups, except that Ozzie is always booked months in advance, and they have rule about couples only.

There's 6 people at Pringles table. So they're all on a date with him, and bend the rules for even number polycules.

Two of his dates are Kiki and Milky, who are part of the crew that worked with Verosika during spring break.

Kiki is one of the ones who attacks Moxxie, and backs Verosika up when Blitz suggest the demon duel.

And Milkie was working the crowd when Verosika's was singing.

Also Josh and Ace were on a date together at Ozzie's too.

Making it very likely that Pringles, Milkie, Kiki, Josh, Ace and Verosika would have all gossip together about what just happened, when Blitz and Stolas go home sad from their date.

Which gives Verosika a way to have tabs on Blitz and Stolas' relationship.

Pringles knews this is the big now or never moment to Stolas. He says "he'll die alone if things go bad tonight".

So yep he's assuming their on again off again relationship is over if things don't go well.

And things did not go well, with Blitz screaming through the house.

Something the whole staff probably heard. Assumed it meant another crap work day full of picking up bottles, again.

And Stolas is drinking wine first thing in the morning after all. So yer they probably had a very craptastic night already.

Can't tell me there wouldn't be a group chat between Pringles and the people he's seeing.

And another between Verosika and the people she previously worked with.

Yes, I do consider Verosika actions to be a type of stalking, because she's using this to keep tabs on her exe's relationship.

She only worked with these people as a freelancer for one week.

But she gotta making sure Stolas has it in mind that they are well and truly over.

Stolas just said he wanted some space from Blitz to get his head together, and that the invite made him feel awful.

So it's pretty unlikely he'd have went without Blitz turning up.

Stolas calls the whole thing immature, silly, and petty.

Only considering going because it annoys Blitz. Very petty😛

Verosika can't even wait for the post to send that invite, because she thinks she's saving people from the horror of dating Blitz.

So she's gotta slip in before even Blitz can scail that garden wall.

Also Blitz hasn't been home all night.

He's been just sat in the van, stressing about how to fix this. (It would have worried Loona if he'd come home early. With how hard she and M&M were trying to make sure it was a good night for him).

Blitz probably has a change of clothes in the van, because he was expecting to stay over.

And then spend the rest of the night and morning listening to love songs, and sending memes to try and get Stolas to text him back.

And then Blitz immediately jumps the wall and ran over when he saw Stolas was up.

Because Stolas always texts him back instantly, so what gives!

[takumiraine]

School year is almost over. Have a thing.

As always, I love all the likes, appreciate the fuck out of reblogs and do a little happy dance wiggle with every positive comment. Even if it’s simple like “love this” or an emoji.

Once Upon a Time Chapter 15

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Inviting Danny over to read *had* originally been out of kindness. He didn’t want the guy to fail, especially because prior to this they had been something resembling friends.

Danny insisting he was a danger was…. Cute. In the same way a kitten would puff up and hiss when you came too close but was ultimately not a threat. To a normal person, yeah, he was probably dangerous. But Jason wasn’t normal. Nor was he particularly sane if you listened to his brothers.

Danny was right about one thing though. He was right about the fact that Jason had a lot of questions. How did Danny become the way he was, was that method shut down, did his being here mean that other ghosts were going to show up, would he help if they did, what does that make him, why did he pick Gotham…. So many questions.

Yet the most important one… “How did you settle the pit?” Because Jason had tried drinking, most drugs, sex, violence and some combination of the four in various quantities only for it to do nothing. Yet Danny? Danny had gotten it settled almost effortlessly.

Jason knew from a glance though that Danny had no idea what he was talking about. Maybe they called it something else in Illinois. Wouldn’t be the first bit of dialectical confusion in his life. “The pit rage?” He tried again, then paused. Still no recognition. Wasn’t shorthand then. Maybe a full name difference. He’d try the worst symptom of it. “Makes you angry all the time?” He paused again, still nothing. Maybe it was two different things. Or maybe Jason was just getting fucked by fate. He still had one more symptom to try. “Turns your eyes green?” That turned the lightbulb on in Danny’s expression and his own eyes flicked green before turning blue again, so quick if he wasn’t looking for it he’d miss it.

Danny was really a terrible actor. It was clear that whatever he was going to say, he didn’t want to say it. Well that was great. Once Danny started talking, however, Jason found himself on the receiving end of a crash course in being undead. His training allowed him to commit it to memory, but he was stuck on one particular piece of information. That Danny couldn’t tell what he was.

Jason didn’t know if that was a good thing or terrible one. When Danny was done talking Jason asked the other question at the front of his mind. “Can I see my core?” Danny seemed to balk at the question.

“I… Can try? It might…. Well probably will…. Feel really weird. And I’m gonna have to get close.” Jason nodded at that and moved one of the decorative pillows that Cass had brought over once and Stephanie had insisted made his apartment look like a home rather than a college kid’s bachelor pad. It made them happy and he liked the two of them most of the time. He then scooted back to the far side of the couch, tucking one leg half under him to give Danny all of the room he might need. It was times like this that it really sank in how big he was in comparison to Danny. He gestured to the space he made and Danny came over, sitting almost perfectly mirrored to him.

Only then did Jason set his book aside, the last vestige of what he had been doing before. Danny had his completely undivided attention.

“Are you sure?” Danny was giving him an out. God this guy was going to give him cavities from how kind he always was trying to be. That or Jason would irreparably corrupt him. He nodded anyways, with no hesitation.

“Never been more sure.” Jason watched as Danny nodded back, then his eyes switched to green, that same Lazarus emerald he had when the pit was writhing inside of him. That was the only warning he got before Danny stuck his hands inside of Jason’s chest.

Jason had to fight to breathe. His lungs tried to seize under the immediate frigid water flooding through his veins. It was only thanks to his training that he kept his face impassive not that Danny was looking at him. He was focused and every swipe of his hands, slow and controlled, spread more of the ice through Jason’s body. He could feel every hair stand on end and goosebumps erupt down his arms and over the back of his neck.

Jason was just about to ask how Danny would know he found it when Danny’s hand brushed up against something inside of him that felt more solid, which turned his stomach into knots.

“Ow.” Danny said, “Found it.” Jason could feel whatever it was moving slowly through his chest. It wasn’t painful, no more painful than the icy feeling anyways, but the pressure was uncomfortable. He breathed through it, slow and steady. “If you start feeling anything abnormal, tell me immediately. Emotional, physical, mental. Any of it. Even if it’s vague.”

“Scout’s honor.” Jason knew his voice sounded off already, his throat having gone dry when Danny first reached into his chest. He didn’t know why that was his go to pledge either. There was so much he did around Danny that didn’t make sense and yet…

When Danny pulled the core out of his body warmth reinfused him quickly but he swore he could feel the spikes and sharp bits as they came through his skin, even though there was no actual damage done. He was reminded of

that time, shortly before he stole the Batmobile’s wheels and became the next in what turned out to be a long line of Robins, when he tried to get his mother a vase for her birthday. Only to realize they had no money and all he could find was a bunch of shattered pottery and some glue. So he improvised, and the result was cut hands and a mass of jagged edges as it fell apart under its own weight. How fitting now that his core was in a similar state.

Danny was explaining what he thought the theory of its edges and the various colors was when he heard two sets of footsteps, intentionally light, hit the creaky spots just outside of the door and stop. He reached behind him and grabbed his gun from under the remaining pillow, and went to warn Danny, but he had no time.

Safety off and gun over Danny’s shoulder as the door burst open. He nearly shot them where they stood and it would have served them right. When he saw it was his brothers, he could feel the reflexive tightening in his finger and just barely kept it in check.

“Little Wing! We’re dragging you to-“ Dick’s sentence cut off as he took in Danny on the couch, entirely too close to be purely platonic, and his expression morphed into a shit eating grin, eyebrows raised. He could almost picture Dick filing that away for future needling and attempts to embarrass or blackmail him.

Damian stepped through the door without waiting to be invited in. “Todd, put down the gun. You know father would be most disappointed if you shot us.” There was a pause as Damian also took in Danny, though his expression turned to mild disappointment at best and mild disgust at worst. “Are you courting someone?” Danny, to his credit, didn’t move. Didn’t even look particularly shocked or scared beyond the surprise at the door being kicked open. Just calmly pushed the core back into Jason’s body. And turned around slightly.

“Uh, no. Not dating. But Jason? I would really appreciate not having my ears ringing for the next week or two.”

“So sexual relations only. Understood. Grayson, come. We shall leave them to their….” Damian sneered, “activities.” Jason groaned and rubbed his face with the hand holding the gun. He did not need this now. He had too many other things going on to deal with those two… still. May as well figure out what they really wanted.

“Get in here assholes. Sit. Danny, my asshole brothers. Assholes, Danny.” The two entered, and Jason watched Danny categorize them with the same kind of casual scrutiny he gave everyone. Dick dropped into the chair Danny had spent most of the day in, legs flung over the side, Damian continuing to observe as he shut the door and watched the trio for a long moment more.

“Dick Grayson. Glad to see the little bird has made some friends at last.” Jason bristled at his older brother’s words, teeth gritting together for a moment as his hand tightened around the grip of his gun, safety back on.

“I’m gonna make it look like an accident. Then B can’t hate me over it.”

“Tch.” Damian clicked his tongue and moved a wooden chair to sit primly on it“You are not that cunning Todd. I could be far more successful at draping murder as an accident than you could hope.” Jason was just about to fire back a retort when Danny spoke up, successfully breaking the banter.

“Uh hi. I’m Danny. Nice to….” Danny sent a glance towards Jason, then Dick and Damian, “meet you?”

“Demon spawn. Dick.” The one thing Jason always loved about his older brother was he could never be in trouble for calling him a dick in public. “Why are you here?”

“Grayson was going to take me out for supper and Father suggested we invite you. Drake was also invited but he had other plans.” Damian sounded bored, or maybe that was just the inconvenience of coming all this way.

“Something about getting Babs and ‘avenging their honor’.” Dick waved a hand and, although he thought he didn’t, Jason must have made a small noise since Danny met his eyes with a questioning look. Dick didn’t know how smart Danny was. If he wasn’t careful he was going to give way more of their identities. Not that Danny was likely to do anything with them, if he hadn’t already. Jason gave a small shake of the head and Danny wisely kept his mouth shut. “So we came to you. But it looks like you’re…. Busy.” Dick gave what he must have thought was a charming grin combined with an unsubtle wink.

“Richard.” Jason grit out. “Nothing is happening, was happening, or was going to happen before you got here you walking traffic light.” He could feel the pit start to bubble. Damn it.

“Right and I left all of my weapons at home.” Damian countered, deadpan. “You share father’s tendencies towards having what could be called a type.”

“Dami, why are you bringing weapons to dinner?” Dick asked, sitting up and looking at Damian. Good the focus was off of him now.

“We live in Gotham. Besides, it is hardly my fault that you did not check. Now is it?”

“At the risk of poking my nose into another family’s business…. I have been mugged…..” Danny paused a minute to count on his fingers. “Seven? Times since I started college this semester.”

Damian looked pleased. “See? Daniel gets it.”

Danny tried to hide the flinch, but Jason knew that he was utterly unsuccessful. “Just Danny, please. Nothing good has ever come out of my being called Daniel.”

“Hm. That goes against many things I have been taught but fine. Upon your insistence, Just Danny, I shall not call you Daniel again.” Jason snickered at his brother’s formality then hid it behind a cough. “If there was nothing going on before we got here, what *were* you doing Todd? I know you do not have many friends.”

Jason looked up again, careful to keep his voice neutral. “Tutoring. He helps me with math, I help him with analyzing literature.”

“Really?” Dick asked, raising an eyebrow. Jason could feel the judgement in the question and he scowled, the pit bubbling more violently in response. If Dick didn’t shut his fucking mouth…

Except Danny opened his before Jason could do anything to warn them they needed to shut up. Danny must have had a lot of practice redirecting people because the ramble had just enough ADHD to not let either of the two intruders get a word in edgewise, while being focused and pointed enough to put them on the defensive.

“I wanted to be an astronaut when I was a kid and so I practiced a lot of math early on. But you can’t really see the stars here in Gotham. You should really get on your dad about the smog in this town. I can get my friends to put together an ecological study if you want. Her big interest is ecology. I can’t really have her come visit though because if she meets Ms. Ivy then I’ve got a way bigger problem on my hands than ‘Danny did you hear about the water usage in this company’s Metropolis branch alone?’ or ‘Danny, we cannot let the fast fashion conglomerate set up outside of town. There is a rare moth that could become endangered that has a habitat there.’” Danny paused to take a breath and Dick stood up, clearly taking this as a point to exit lest he become hostage to more rambling.

“I’ll let B know about your concerns Danny. Come on Baby D, we have to make it to dinner before they get busy.”

“I do wish to hear more about the moths, but I suppose sustenance should come first.” Damian stood up and brushed nonexistent lint off of his clothing. “It was pleasant to meet a friend of Todd’s that is not overly concerned with violence or a vapid oxygen converter.”

“Night Little Wing. See you at family dinner, right?”

“Of course. A would kill me if I skipped again.” Jason stood and showed them out, leaning against the door once it shut. He had done it just to make sure they actually left more than anything else.

“So, siblings, am I right?” Danny was trying to joke, but it just earned a groan from Jason.

“Yeah. Thanks.”

“Anytime.” A pause. “So. Uh. Where did that gun come from?”

That… was actually funny. Jason couldn’t help the laugh. “I have them kept everywhere. Never know when someone is going to break in that wants to do more than invite you to dinner.”

“My parents had their weapons everywhere too. More because they forgot about them than any real worry. Unless you count the thermoses. I’ve almost been souped more times than I can count.”

Jason waited for a further explanation before he took a guess. “Grenade launcher except the grenades are filled with soup?” He suspected that was something Tim had tried once in a sleep deprived attempt to help Alfred when he was dead.

Danny, to his credit, looked positively appalled by that idea. “What? No. Who would….? No. Portable ghost containment units. They look like thermoses. So. Soup. My parents are fruit loops, not completely insane.” Danny shrugged, “I still have one under my sink just in case.”

There was a moment of silence before Danny suddenly grew serious, if fidgety. “It’s point and click. In case I’m incapacitated or… say… an alternate timeline version of me bent on destruction of the world and everything beyond starts causing trouble. Take off the lid, aim, and press and hold the arrow pointing towards you. That’s the vacuum part. The arrow away from you releases what’s caught. Not ideal unless you are in the zone or at a portal that you can sort of… spit them into and shut down.”

Jason chewed on that for a moment “awfully specific scenario you envisioned there Danny.” Jason came back and took his place on the couch, causing Danny to skitter back to the armchair. “Something I need to be aware of?”

“What? No. No. That hasn’t happened ever.” Danny gave a laugh and Jason wondered how nobody found out his secret identity prior to that. “I’ve just worked with some potential alternate timelines before. And if I can jump timelines, it stands to reason a different me could. And if the different me could, they could also be potentially murderous and human hating.” Jason raised an eyebrow but grabbed his book, not pursuing it though filing it away for future contingencies.

“Right. So. Since it is starting to get late enough to eat, pizza sound good? I was planning on having that tonight anyways. And meeting more of my family was not planned so food.”

“I….could eat.” How midwestern. Jason had never seen Danny not hungry. He wondered if Danny just had an empty pit where his stomach used to be.

Granted, maybe it was a previously-dead thing. Jason was always hungry himself now that he was back from the dead. Maybe it had something to do with the horrible ecto thing Danny had mentioned.

More questions for later.

[1ittlesunlight]

Act 1 - meeting

Lately, Joy have been searching every corner of the internet about this “X” who seem to appear out of nowhere. The only thing what happens to be published about strange figure was his own streams, but besides that nothing was discovered. It was frustrating, so Joy decided what if internet doesn’t give here information which she wants she will find it else where. For example, at the meetup. Yes. She gone for X fans meetup.

After loudly proclaiming herself as a blogger she didn’t got the “right” reaction - nobody kinda cared. So she just started to bother others on purpose to try get some information!!

And this is how they found each other.

after long loud talk, Luch opened up about why they decided to go on such meetup. The reason was, what they actually kinda seen X in motion and it was strange.

They were riding in the bus when suddenly Luch heard a loud snap and world turned into bright shapes and lines. It was fantastic but also scary. When Luch turned their gaze on the side a man in a white suit ran past them making eye contact and making a small “oh”. Loud snap and everything gone back to normal, white suit guy disappeared and bus Continued to go.

Luch fought that it was a strange daydream but after this situation visions of reality in different “dimension” started to appear a lot more.

Shocked but enthusiastic Joy didn’t even wait and exclaimed that they should just search for the man to supposedly ask smth about those visions and learn who he is and where he draws his inspiration from. And for that they should just go in places where something grand and hero related happens! And maybe a little bit dangerous one….

At first Luch wanted to decline but after one look at Joy something told them that it is their chance.

THANKS FOR READING I HOPE YOU LIKE OUR CHILDREN WHICH WE DEVELOPING WITH @joy-porkytaro !!! Tbh Joy was behind most of main story stuff I’ve translated and adapted it to eng and also drew illustrations to it but yeeee we love those littol gubbers

[hey-itsdollie]

Maybe ur sick of seeing me in ur reqs but... Hi... Its me.. Again... Buckle upp.. This time i was thinking abt an oneshot w barou where ur either roommates or neighbours in a hs/college dorm(idrk how theyre called mb) and hes like mad abt losing a match or smth and basically doesnt have time or the energy to clean up his place (shocking ik) but reader(whos not rlly good w words) takes it upon themselves and try their best to tidy up :p and maybe they leave a letter or a note informing him of who came by so he wouldnt possibly freak out:pp loveu loveu stay hydrated byee:33

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ Just a little help

I don't mind you requesting at all! I love your ideas<3

‧₊˚ ┊ In which you help your clean obsessed roommate

୭˚. ᵎᵎ featuring » barou.

⋮ ⌗ ┆cw ⪼ barou might be a little ooc, female reader, fluff, aged up!

Barou was your roommate. The two of you lived in an apartment near your college campus. You both had your own rooms and bathrooms, you both paid half of the rent, and bought food for the week.

Normally your roommate would clean the place, saying that you didn't "clean right".

As if there was a right way to clean a small apartment.

It was sunday, meaning you would normally wake up to the sound of the vacuum or sink running. Sundays meant it was deep clean day for Barou. He always woke up at the crack of dawn to clean on sundays since he didn't have practice nor lecture halls to get to.

One night while drunk you had asked him why it was always sundays, drunkenly Barou replied with a sluggish "To start the week clean."

Barou never seemed to remember that conversation, but it was likely he just pretended to forget it. He wasn't one to be sappy.

As you woke up, it was rather peaceful... too peaceful. There was no sound of a vacuum and there was no sound of the kitchen sink. That could only mean Barou wasn't cleaning. Quickly getting up you were sure something was up, he never missed a cleaning day. Ever.

Getting out of bed your socks sliding against the floor, you quietly left your room, peaking your head out first to make sure the coast was clear. The confusion in your mind grew as your roommate was no where to be found.

Not in the living room, kitchen, dining room, not even in the storage closet! His shoes were still by the door, so he didn't leave.

You glanced at his door deciding to check up on him. Knocking gently you quietly opened the door, peaking your head in. All you saw was a lump in bed, moving up and down subtly meaning he was still asleep.

Shutting the door you stepped back and went to the couch plopping yourself down. Thinking back to the night before, something must of upset him. He only sleeps in if he's upset. Grabbing your phone you looked up the college soccer teams' match last night. Your jaw going slack as you learned Barou was benched during the game.

"Oh damn... that sucks..."

You sat there the silence becoming thick around you. Sighing you knew he probably wouldn't be in the mood to clean... Not to mention he'd probably get even more pissed if nothing gets cleaned.

Taking it upon yourself you decided to do his chores for him meaning you were going to clean, cook dinner, etc.

You turned some music on and went to the storage closet finding the male's most prized possesions: his cleaning supplies. Nobody should have three boxes worth of cleaning supplies- all labeled by the way! Shaking your head you wrote your roommate off as the weirdo he is before getting to work.

Hopefully you could clean things up decently.

Hopefully he'll be grateful.

A full two hours had passed of non stop cleaning. You were shocked Barou still hadn't woken up yet. Brushing a few strands of hair behind your ears, you wrote a small note which said:

Hi roomie! Saw you weren't up yet, decided to take the cleaning into my own hands. Hopefully it's to your liking! Get some rest you deserve it! love, your roomie p.s. Dinner is on me tonight<3

Carefully slipping the note onto his hight stand and sneakily leaving his room. You sighed and decided to rest a bit before starting dinner.

Barou woke up an hour later, groaning as he sat up. Rubbing his eyes before glancing at his alarm clock. "5pm? Is this thing broken?" He grumbled before noticing the sticky note on his phone.

He grabbed it confused, his tired eyes skimming over the writing. Not believeing you actually cleaned he got up and made his way to the living room. His eyes widening at the fact that you actually cleaned well this time.

Barou heard soft snoring come from the couch and saw you napping blanketless. He sighed and placed a blanket over you muttering a thank you, slipping in a "idiot" as well before heading to the kitchen.

You cleaned the whole place for him... The least he could do was make dinner like he was supposed to...

This was so cute to make, Barou is such a cutie!

©hey-itsdollie please don't copy, change, or steal my work. Thank you!

[leggerefiore]

cw: Giratina Volo, jealousy, fluff,

pairing: Volo/Reader

The shadowy tendrils wrapped around you tightly. There was a horrible dissonance in their physicality in restraining you yet their airy, inhuman feel. Glowing crimson claws at the end held your attention more in the end. One dug into your skin, not daring to pierce the skin, but just enough pressure to keep your mind on its presence. You felt a shaky breath escape you. This predicament would almost feel like death to anyone else, you knew.

The tendrils spread from the back of what appeared to be an otherwise normal man if one ignored the lower half of his body and those terrifying eyes alongside the golden scales that clung to his chest. What had gotten him in such a mood? Nearly everything did. It was little wonder he was banished to this hellish world where time flows oddly and space is disordered. It was a punishment for something he had done to Arceus, but that was a topic you dared not breach. He was already capricious enough. You sighed.

“Volo,” you called out to him. Those eyes stared even more through you. Really… You had gotten too close to a rift out of this dimension, and he took it as you were trying to leave him. You knew how lonely he was, being stuck here with no company for what must have been an amount of time incomprehensible to your mind, but… Really, his possessiveness knew no bounds. It did not matter that he was a dragon at his heart, either. He gaze refused to shift.

“I was simply curious,” you offered, “I promised you long ago that I wouldn't leave you.” How much time had passed since you first ended up in the arms of the Renegade Pokémon? You had not the faintest idea. Time did not function here normally. Peeks at the outside world through reflections rarely provided you enough information to truly know. It was just you and the Giratina hybrid. That was all there was.

He brought a hand to your face, the chill of his skin always catching you off-guard. Leaning in close, you could feel the eldritch aura ruminating from him. He was unknowable as they came. A being that existed in another world that activity dismantled the normal one with his very presence. But… You did love him. He truly gave everything you could ever desire in what must have been his own personal hell.

You lived far more comfortably here than you ever had in the world you originated from. Maybe that was what drew you to that cave, despite the rumours of disappearances. He had taken those foolish enough to wander into the depths of his cave. Where they went after, you opted against asking about. There was a feeling in your heart, though. Dragons were quite carnivorous.

Your pleas for a better life are what had caught his interest. When the banished deity appeared before you, you actually fell to your knees and bowed deeply. It was likely a fickle decision of his to spare you whatever awful face he had subjected others to, but he took you away to his dimension.

The distorted world was a comfort.

You just grew curious about the normal world. How had it changed? Had it changed at all? You wondered.

Though, part of what you promised to Volo... Your eternal devotion and entire being for comfort and safety. Closing your eyes, you knew it was not a bad choice. When faced with the risk of famine and disease or being mauled by a savage, unruly pokemon, the safety of an unknown world was preferred. Volo's protection was something you would rather not lose, for various reasons.

“… I'm aware,” he replied and placed you down on a floating ground piece. The endless distortion of this world may drive one to madness should they pay too much attention to how things functioned. You wondered if you would be able to walk with normal gravity sometimes. Volo landed beside you, his serpentine lower body laying across the oddly coloured ground. “Some of those portals lead to places in different worlds and timelines than the one you originated from,” he said simply, “… Or are you that discontented now that you are ready to flee to any place away from me?”

You approached him, easily find your arms around his neck. The skin was marred between a near porcelain skin tone and the eerie grey of his scales. The hard golden ones – more like armour – on his chest pressed onto you. Your curiosity was boundless. He could not blame you. Even his often grew curious himself… You had seen him observing the normal world through reflections plenty of times. Your lips pressed to his own. His hands found your face again. The affection lasted for far too long.

Pulling away, he shifted his tail so that you may sit upon it. The Distortion World would always feel odd… But, it really was your home after all this time. Returning to the normal world had no long-term appeal for you. His arms wrapped around your waist as he held you to himself, no doubt trying to steal your natural mammalian warmth.

“My sole worshipper,” he referred to you, “… Do you truly still wish to uphold your covenant?”

“Of course,” you said simply, “I'll continue to be your mate.”

With that, his nature changed to something more mild. It seemed that you would be enjoying the other's company for quite a while.

[marimariserasa]

I have new things to say about Siren!Odysseus AU!!!!

(Some context about this AU's start)

Odysseus never told anyone about his true identity. The only people who know are: his parents, his servants, his sister and Penelope (looooong after they married). Yes, neither Polites nor Eurylochus knows!

Odysseus surprisingly managed to hide his identity throughout the whole Trojan war! That's what I call a natural liar. (This was probably really hard. Because – in my AU at least – sirens can completely disguise themselves as humans, but staying too long without their original form tires them out.)

Polites dying without knowing his best friend's greatest secret! This might cause Ody some insecurities

There's a big BIG change in Ruthlessness.... Poseidon doesn't drown any ship. He leaves everyone alive. "Why?" Because there's a better revenge for his son than that... reveal for the crew that Odysseus is a siren.

Poseidon knows his creatures. He knows that man, the oh so called captain belongs to the sea. The lands taught him kindness, those disgusting humans have skewed his vision of mercy. It was now time to remind him the belief of where he belonged. Remind him that Ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves.

Yes, he leaves over 500 men alive with the information that their human captain and king was, all along, a man-eating sea monster. So, it would be 500+ men against one monster. Isn't that exactly what happened to Polyphemus? Now, what perfect revenge.

Odysseus saves his men from Circe not only out of altruism but also as a way to prove himself alongside them.

Idk how things would go on Circe's saga. I know that Eurylochus did not allow Ody to be killed. Yes, he was upset, but in this case he completely understood Odysseus' side, who was precisely afraid of being rejected and killed. But he does feel hurt by not being trusted.

Nothing's changed during the Underworld saga (for now!)

Thunder saga is… pretty much changed. (I even considered that it wouldn't even happen because Poseidon already had his revenge. There was no reason to run away from him anymore. But since Odysseus didn't die, he would probably still be very angry if he showed up in Ithaca!)

Suffering goes normally, except Ody is the only one who doesn't need beeswax. If the sirens identified Ody as one of them, he probably lied that he was going to share the "food" (crew) with them and gave some excuse for the siren to give him the information on how to go to Ithaca. And once she did…

In Different Beast, after being denied mercy, the sirens don't scream "No!" But instead, they repeatedly shout the word "TRAITOR!" Because that's what Odysseus is. A traitor. Who kills his own kind for the sake of humans. Filthy, weak creatures that should be his food.

Scylla is… the same? Maybe?? Except now 12 ships have to go through it...

Mutiny happens and has more weight because now they think their captain is finally letting his monster side take him by sacrificing his own men.

Thunder Bringer… would it even happen? I mean. Not ALL the boats needed to go to the underworld. Only Ody's could go while the others got plenty of food. With food = no dead cattle = no Thunder Bringer

BUT I think Ody would suffer a punishment for killing his own kind, and then that's why he's sent to Calypso's island. And now he has to carry the weight of being abandoned by his men.

Uhm… I'll stop the timeline here. Thunder Bringer and onwards still seems like a very gray area to me. I really don't know what to make of this period.....

Anyway, Six Hundred Strikes is probably a battle underwater.

Share ur thoughts!

[danwhobrowses]

What's this? My skin, cleared? My crops, watered!? My heart, soaring!!??

Callowmoore softness, comfort and sleeping beside each other my FUCKING BELOVED!

[zakiyah]

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[king-midas-fortnite]

[Marigold put the cuffs on her, making sure they weren't too tight that they couldn't be slipped out of when needed, but not loose enough for that to be obvious just as she had with Brutus.]

"If your leg gets to be too much, one of us can carry you out of here. Or, maybe there's some kind of vehicle we can borrow from The Order to fulfill our prisoner move."

[Midas had stepped away to peer back down the hall. No one was coming, and still the only guard in their way for now was the one Brutus had fallen into. He nodded back to the group, and the four of them got moving again. Marigold walked behind, Brutus and Cate in the middle, with Midas ahead.]

[They reached the Trooper, and were stopped as expected.]

"Where are you going with these two?" [The trooper's tone was already irritable, clear that he did not like having to deal with the ones who'd just knocked him over again. Midas mentally noted the possibility of push-back on their excuse, but would deal with that if it came up.]

"Prisoner exchange." [He replied evenly,] "The two of them are part of the same faction, aligned with the Golden King. It was ordered that they be moved together for interrogation elsewhere."

[Midas hated not being able to view the Trooper's eyes for readability, but his body language while he leaned to take a look at the rest of the group was not promising. Stiff, with a roll to his shoulders when he straightened back up,] "Interrogations normally happen here. What's the command number for this order?"

[Midas had seen enough of these command numbers while snooping through The Order's information to make one up, but he knew it would only take a quick look for this Trooper to know it was faulty. Still, he'd give it a try. He lowered his tone to one of mild annoyance, saying the number quickly,] "I-982856D. Their base of operations are not far from here. Command wants them moved quickly to avoid potential rescue attempts. I don't think you want to be the one to explain that we lost them due to a delay in transfer."

[The trooper stiffened further, and Midas knew the threat had scared him enough. The guard took a step to the side,] "Fine. Be quick about it, then."

[Midas nodded to him and motioned for the group to follow. They made their way further down the hall and into the hanger bay. Other Troopers stood around, but still paid them no mind as they went. Midas passively took note of how many (18), and of the Tie Fighter sitting in the middle bay spot.]

[He was just thinking to himself how easy this was, when suddenly red light bathed the area, and an alarm blared with a voice coming from everywhere.]

"PRISONER ESCAPE. LOADING BAY 1, FELINE AND LARGE HUMAN MALE WITH TWO DISGUISED TROOPERS."

'Son of a bitch.'

[The other Troopers in the room readied their guns, looking the group's way while the one from before came running up the hall. He fired a blast at them, just missing as Marigold grabbed Cate to duck with Brutus and Midas behind a stack of metal shipment crates,] "That order number was fake!!"

[Midas raised himself to aim over the stack, managing to take out two troopers before too many lasers whizzed by his head for comfort and he ducked back down.]

"Shit. Well, plan B, everyone!"

[What Plan B was exactly, was the question. He knew they couldn't radio Tina without the transmission likely being intercepted, putting her in unnecessary danger as well. He just needed a moment to think, but the noise of the alarm and rapid (although poorly aimed) blaster fire was making that difficult.]

[Marigold fired a few shots over the stack, yelling to them over her shoulder,] "There's too many to make a run, one of us will go down, and they will close in before too long!"

[Midas stood again to shoot with Marigold. They took out a couple more of the Troopers, but they were getting closer. Eventually their own blasters would have to cool, and they'd be sitting ducks. His eyes landed on the Tie Fighter again, and an idea came to him. Though, when he crouched back down, Cate had disappeared.]

"Where the hell is Cate!?"

[Inside the First Order holding cell]

[Cate sits in the cell. Her leg haphazardly bandaged up from a blaster shot. I suppose that's the benefit to laser rifles. Instant cauterisation but it still hurts a ton. She looked around the cell. Looking for any means to escape. Alas nothing.]

[Except a panel barely attached to the wall. She can see a bunch of random technology behind it. She waits for a guard to pass before getting up. She winces in pain as she limps over to the panel, ripping it off the wall. She asses the contents of the wall tech before she starts to grab pieces of tech and starts putting stuff together. Thank goodness she's an engineer. ]

[It's difficult working in this cell especially with the excruciating pain in her leg and the guards occasionally passing by. But she gets it done. Even if it takes a while. She was able to construct a very simple transmitter. Probably powerful enough to send a very short message out and she knows just who to send it to. The Marigold. Even though she hadn't known them for very long they are the only people who she trusts right now]

[The message she sent reads as follows]

"Help. This is Cate. Captured by The First Order SOS"

[screambirdscreaming]

Menstrual cramps are a form of ischemic pain - caused by a lack of oxygen to tissues, a similar mechanism to the cramps you get in your legs or side if you exercise too hard without warming up.

Which has always baffled me - the uterus should have an excellent blood supply, right? Since it has to provide blood to the fetus during pregnancy. Why is it so prone to loosing oxygenation just by squeezing up?

Anyway I'm reading a gynecology textbook and I just hit this sentence:

"Haemostasis immediately after a birth is accomplished by arterial smooth muscle contraction and compression of vessels by the uterine muscle."

It's on purpose. The uterus has evolved to cut off its own blood supply when it contracts, because this is the mechanism that stops you from bleeding out during childbirth.

The human reproductive system is a goddamn nightmare.

[sciderman]

I swear I have read your big post regarding Peter Parker's neurodivergence and why it is best to avoid labelling him, but he definitely has a weird brain

Can't find it and feel kinda sad about it cuz I deeply related to it

i know exactly which post you're talking about and i can't find it either! i've raked through my archive, and it's just - nowhere to be seen. i think tumblr eated it (it happens.)

really, tumblr's search functionality is so so useless, i don't know what to tell you. there are plenty of keywords i can search to find it that post, but the search functionality actually just does not work!

undiagnosed audhd-addled peter parker, my darling, my light, my life, my everything.

i think peter parker's such an interesting creature to write, because a lot of people will point to a certain behaviour about him and say "this is an autistic thing, right?" but a lot of those behaviours are actually, in my head, tied to certain traumas in peter's life too.

people say "oh, the food thing, peter's a picky eater because he's autistic" and yes, absolutely. but also it's tied to his trauma with his parents.

peter gets overstimulated, and yes, it's an autism thing, but also he was bitten by a radioactive spider and his senses are dialled to 11.

it's a similar case i've found for myself, too – where a lot of friends i have kind of diagnose me because i have autistic traits, but actually - i'm hesitant to claim the label or pursue diagnosis because, actually, i know where these certain behaviours come from, and they come from certain traumas. there are events i can pinpoint in my life and say "yep. that's where this behaviour comes from."

so - i think there's a lot of overlap between trauma and autistic traits. the brain is very complex! i think the reason for that overlap is maybe as simple as the fact that people with autism and people with trauma are both doing the same thing - developing behaviours to protect themselves or soothe themselves. so - i think it's nice to be able to see a character like peter parker, who may or may not be autistic, but recognise behaviours in him and see yourself in him.

people who go undiagnosed for whatever reason - people who are really good at masking - so good, in fact, that they have no idea they might be on the spectrum - everyone and anyone at all can look at peter parker and recognise themselves. because i think we discredit the thought that every single brain does the same thing! develops certain behaviours in order to survive. every brain has that same software - we've just all been faced with different hardships that we need to overcome, and that's were all the differences come in.

autism is a spectrum, i guess - everyone falls into it to some degree. and i think events in your life probably push you along on it. but i don't know, i didn't study brain science. probably what i'm saying is very stupid and uninformed. of course there's brain chemistry involved. but i know people in my life living with autism and certain events in their life have exacerbated certain behaviours or made coping with it a lot more difficult. so maybe trauma is a catalyst.

[icewindandboringhorror]

sometimes looking at like Self Help Strategies lists for the symptoms I'm having is always just like:

thing that I already do

thing I have tried 10 times

thing I already do

thing that I don't have the money to do

thing I already do

thing I've been doing since I was 10yrs old to no avail

thing that is impossible given my situation

thing that doesn't apply to me

thing that I already do

thing I have already tried

hrmm, oh wait, maybe finally- OH, yeah.. okay. thing that I already do but it was just phrased slightly differently

thing I have already done

[wispering-wolf-poetry]

Ok don’t know if you have an answer for this, but if you know so much about the whisperer…

I keep seeing clips of him in the news starring at that purple haired hero he’s usually with, are those 2 dating or are all the wisp x virion shippers crazy?

I don’t know I haven’t really noticed anything like that maybe you need to tell me more about if maybe it seems like Virion likes him back so I can know before asking him about it.

Sorry, that was a really long sentence.