#possible angst

[gooberiski]

*insert super epic caption*

They are so silly they make me sob so much.

Anyways, remember what I said? About the Heathers thing?

Yeah...🫣🫣🫣

[tripleasworld]

Mumbos lore has so much angst potential I mean th computer in wich he wants to upload himself probably has a screen aand we know mumbo so it will probably have a mustache.

Now remember wich living computer also has a mustache and is closely related to mumbo lore? Right grumbot.

Now whatever you do don't imagine grumbot beeing mumbo who traveled trough space and time to ether make sure he will exist or because he's lonely and wants to meet his friends again.

[thewitchdoctor1984]

GodOdy Au

heres a new Au for yall GodOdy au. basically Athena gets so attached to Odysseus that she makes him into a god after the events of Epic the musical against his will. He is the god of families, loyalty, and like fatherhood i guess though the last one can be taken off. hes a chill god but he hates it since he cant see his wife and son after they die also hes just constantly haunted by his dead comrands since they never made it to the under world due to them never getting a proper funeral so he tried to make it right by helping mortals and punishing those who are not loyal or shitty lovers/parents.

[jabberjay333]

Ok so there’s a really high chance someone’s already said this, fandom working fast and that, but I find the symbolism in the new TADC episode really interesting, specifically with Kinger.

Kinger’s “spookified” version in the trophy room is the monster that’s attacking them and drove Theodore Mildenhall crazy. This could mean that Kinger somehow drove HIMSELF crazy.

Further, if we’re saying that Mildenhall is Kinger and the creature is Kinger’s insanity, then the fact that Mildenhall shot his own wife from such paranoia could suggest Kinger had a hand in his wife’s abstraction, whether he meant to or not.

With Ragatha, Gangle, and Jax, we see his wife, a kind woman who doesn’t seem upset in the slightest that her husband killed her, just a little bored with his rantings. This could symbolize the moment in the fort where Queeny, though abstracted, is calm and doesn’t blame Kinger, if she did she probably would’ve attacked him. But she forgives. She doesn’t blame Kinger in the slightest. (She accepts it’s his fault but doesn’t hold a grudge is more accurate).

You can also look at the creature as a representation of death. When it screams it looks like Kinger’s dead wife, he even says that it’s beautiful, which while incredibly sweet that he thought she was gorgeous even when in a state where she likely didn’t even know who he or even she was anymore, it can also be that Kinger is looking death in the face and calling it beautiful, because he’s been there for so long. All he wants is to see his wife again, to die and to join her, however way possible, and death (abstraction) can bring this relief.

There’s also the allegory for dementia and other memory-related mental illnesses, but I’m sure that was picked up on already.

EDIT: I just went back to check and saw that the creature is in fact not Kinger but spooky, because Kinger has his own mounted head, it’s just difficult to see. I think my point can hold merit though, just wanted to be clear.

[micropoe10]

Batstarion & Batav (A Headcanon)..Pt.1🦇

I finally got the epilogue from the new patch, and first thing I did was stare this man down til he went to bat form and it did not disappoint! He is so perfect (not like he isn't already 100% of the time), but I wanted to hold him and squeeze him and just take care of him.

I have absolutely adored seeing everyone's wonderful batstarion artwork, and so many of you have inspired me to write Batstarion x Batav Adventures. Recently though I've been inspired by the amazing @pani-artz and their rendition of our favorite fuzzy flying menace.

So I thought what if...(Ascended Astarion and spawn/vampiric TAV) can move freely between themselves and their bat forms. And fly around Faerun causing chaos and going on adventures living their best lives....GET READY FOR SUPER FLUFF PART 1!!!

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Taking place somewhere between his ascension and the epilogue party, Astarion and Tav are living the high life in their dark palace in Baldur's Gate. Hosting lavish parties, meeting foreign dignitaries, enjoying each other's company everynight. When they aren't entangled in one another's arms Astarion is working on his ascendant abilities.

Walking on walls and ceilings was a breeze, turning into mist nothing too it. But transforming into a winged creature of the night gave him a little more trouble then he'd like to openly admit.

He'd be all too entirely happy to show off to Tav one night after mastering it, hoping for a bit of praise..

He'd transform into a pale white pat with a little pink nose, red eyes, and yes the fluffiest hair on his head between his ears perfectly coiffed.

Tav would be so happy, telling him that he is glorious and magnificent, feeding into his ego lovingly before telling him how utterly adorable he is, as he flies around their head.

He would tell them "Darling, the Vampire Ascendant isn't adorable!" with an exasperated huff "I'm to be feared, I'm a menace look at me." He'd say standing up and puffing out his little chest. They'd be able to understand each other easily without the use of speak to animals due to their bond with each other.

"Of course my dark lord." Tav would reply with a chuckle under their breath, trying to keep a straight face because he is really is too adorable. Tav would then ask if it was a possiblity for them to transform into a bat as well.

Astarion would tell them that of course with Mephistopheles blessings/power there should be no reason that they shouldn't be able too. But that it would probably take many months of practice to be able too, and Tav should feel discouraged if they didnt get it right away. It would take meditation and focus and then POOF in the middle of Astarion talking Tav would transform into a bat.

No of course if Tav was a druid this would be super simple, as they would easily be able to turn via Wildshape.

Tav wouldn't be entirely steady with their wings quite yet, and would just run around on the ground. Because vampire bats can not only fly, but can run and walk on the ground with ease. Which makes them excellent predators.

Astarion would get broody over Tav being able to master transformation so quickly with ease. Pouting his little bat lips and crinkling up his little nose calling Tav a show off. "You just couldn't let me have this one thing."

Tav would crawl over to him, both of them still in their bat forms and try to look him in the eye, but he would keep turning around on them slightly annoyed grumbling to himself.

Tav would climb up on his back, knowing his ears are super sensitive when he isnt in batform and would take this opportunity to lick his ear now knowing how much he likes it. Before setting their head on his between his ears closing their eyes and chittering happily.

Astarion's little nose would flush super red with Tav's actions and he'd sigh contently, as Tav rested on top of him. As annoyed as he'd be about Tav learning it so fast he'd be really proud of them. He'd tell them later.

While entertaining guests in the palace, Astarion gets bored easily, he's into power, and controlling, not diplomatic speeches and old men talking.But also yearns for adventure like they use to have, so without warning he'll change into bat form infront of everyone and just fly off.

Of course guests will be shocked and startled, Tav would excuse themself telling the staff to start "the protocol" the bat has flown the roost.

The protocol is a safe guard for moments like this; normally means the use of the spell Modify Memory, or simply killing off all the guests.

Tav would go and search for Astarion who would be sitting in one of the windows upside down in one of the many towers over looking the city.

Tav would dramtically hold theirs hand to their head as if to swoon "If only there was daring roguish vampire acsendant to rescue me from the drabble and idle chatter of grumpy old aristocrats..." they'd peek up at him with one eye to see him wrapped up in his own wings.

"Darling people will talk if you're the only bat in the belfry, it's not a good look. Besides towers are for damsels, and while you're worth rescuing to me, a damsel you are not. Please come down my love." Tav would say to him before turning their back putting their finger to their lips, thinking aloud.

"I wonder if Gale has space in his tower for you...I'm sure he'd enjoy the company. Would possibly even want to study you." Astarion would fly down at the mention of being sent off to Waterdeep unwilling. Flapping his wings in Tav's face as they grab him and swiftly ties him up in a cloth swaddling him on his head poking free.

Astarion would be screeching and chattering away..."unhand me, I am fear on wings, terror of the night, I am the darkness!!"

Tav carries him into the throne room, as he continues to chatter and struggles against his bind "darling you know I dont understand you when you're chattering that fast".

Tav puts him down still swaddled on the throne kneeling before it. Astarion has stopped thrashing around for now and then the world goes sideways as he falls over his head hitting the stone throne with a thud.

He blinks repeatedly.."I'm going to fucking kill you." as Tav picks him back up and props him up with pillows.

Tave winks at him, "A lot of talk from a little guy, but if you did that my love who would help you take over the world? Bring our enemies to heel..help me drain every last one of those pompous aristocrats out there?" Tav pouts playfully while gently stroking Astarion's head between his ears.

Astarion makes a sound somewhere between a hum and a purr, enjoying Tav showering him with attention, rubbing his head, playing with the little tuft of hair on his head twirling it around their finger.

Astarion also is starting to enjoy the comforting feeling of being swaddled, held tightly in place has a calming affect. Like when Tav normally comes up to him while they are both in their mortal forms and wraps their arms around him in an embrace. Holding him a little longer each time without breaking away.

Astarion smiles at the thought as Tav runs their finger down his small furry cheek and under his chin, bringing their lips to kiss him on his tiny pink nose.

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A/N: 🦇🦇 WHEW that was a lot, I will be posting many more HCs and you know, bat adventure snippets 🦇🦇 if you have anything you'd like to see, any batstarion x batav adventures you'd like to see, or want to be put on the Tag List just drop me an ask. 🦇🦇 - until later my Bat Babes🦇🦇

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[pocket-of-sunshine24]

I have a possible idea for a Steve Harrington x Reader fic...? I've never written one before and am not sure if it's actually something people would read. Here's a little snippet. Please let me know your thoughts and if you like it/would want to read more.

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"Home For The Holidays" S.H. x Reader

Summary: Steve and the reader were inseparable as kids, but when high school hit, Steve became "King Steve," and their friendship fell apart. After graduation, the reader leaves Hawkins for college, trying to move on from the past. Years later, they return home for winter break, only to be forced to confront old memories and people they thought they’d moved on from. At the top of that list is Steve Harrington. He’s changed, but is it enough for the reader to trust that he’s no longer the person who left them behind—or is there still too much pain from their past to bridge the gap?

Driving through Hawkins on the way home feels bittersweet. Watching all the holiday lights flash by as you turn down your street, with memories from when you were younger flashing by just as quickly. With a deep breath you try to remind yourself that you’re only home for a couple of weeks. You can do this. It’s not like you’ll have to see him. No matter how small the town is, you know you can just stay home and avoid your old usual spots no matter how much you want to see what he’s up to now. But that boat passed a long time ago. You both made your decision a long time ago. You doubt he even remembers you. With that thought you pull into your driveway, an ache for what once was sits on your chest. 

The house looks the same as you remember it—nothing about Hawkins ever seems to change. The faded shutters, the cracked driveway, the overgrown rose bushes that your mom used to tend to—everything is just as it was when you left, frozen in time. But as you stand there, you feel the weight of something missing, like the town itself has stalled, unmoving, while everything you once felt here has slipped away. The memories, once vivid and full of life, now feel distant, as if they belong to someone else. You take a breath, and it feels as if you’re the only one who’s changed. Hawkins hasn’t moved, but somehow, you have. And you don’t fit anymore.

You grab your bag and step out of the car, the cool air biting at your skin as you walk toward the door. The familiar sound of your mom’s voice calls out from inside, pulling you back to reality. You’re home and you’re here to spend time with your parents, not get caught up in the past. 

The evening passes in a blur of catching up, the easy chatter of family life filling the space that once seemed so comforting. But no matter how hard you try, your thoughts seem haunted by the ghost of your childhood. A tall, tanned boy with a penchant for mischief. Steve Harrington. 

What had he become? Was he still the same guy who’d once made you laugh until your stomach hurt, or was he still ruling over Hawkins as King Steve like he had in high school? You didn’t know. And part of you wasn’t sure you wanted to find out. You had your own life now, a life that no longer included him. The thought should have been comforting, but instead, it gnawed at you in the quiet of the evening.

[ramonag-if]

How would the RO and Salyra react to MC being brought "dead" on a strecher due to having tons of arrows, broken spears and swords lodged in their body until "dead MC" speaks making the healers realise they aren't dead just in incredible amounts of pain, Before MC looks at the RO and says they aren't going to die until they marry them, have kids and grow old together.

Those healers must be quite bad to miss signs of breathing and a faint pulse 😆😋

Irus: He'd be overjoyed and agree to the MC's requests without thinking it through. He'd give the MC anything if it meant they would live.

Elora: She'd be crying and laughing at the absurdity of the MC's request and tell them that she won't marry the MC or have any children unless the MC lives.

Oren: He's weeping too much to speak so he'll nod in agreement. He just wants the MC to live and he's happy to start a family with them and a new life of peace.

Anu: Anu would be relieved that the MC is alive but would tell the MC they've lost too much blood to know what they're asking. She'd threaten to kill them herself if they don't try to survive.

[nereidof40k]

This is something I have been considering. Alyena was made in Cawl’s lab as a splice clone of Corvus and Ciaphas Cain.

Would Corvus consider her his child to begin with? He didn’t ask for her to be created. It’s like with his legion, in a way.

How would Cain feel? Or Amberley for that matter. (Alyena might get the Inquisition after her?)

Let alone the other Primarchs. Would they consider her an abomination?

[vernnationembassador]

sophvern edit yay!!

It’s really shit but idc anymore

[ghostlyschwarbage]

There's barely any talk about how Danny had a whole ass month of invisibility, intangibility and flight before the Lunch Lady incident. Like we already know that ghosts (at least animals) were coming through by that point and Danny was dealing with them, but we don't really see the start of him figuring everything out and adapting. The only hint we get of Danny's response to becoming part ghost is the episode where Sam wishes they never met, but Sam already knew what was going to happen to him

[rose-riot-johnson]

Hey my Tumblr Peeps😁I have a treat for you, not only I'm gonna write another One Piece fanfic, however considering that I have been noticing that there are people (aside from myself) who is a fan of Bartolomeo, I decided to give writing about him a try🔰😃👍

*This fanfic contains 1 or more long paragraphs😅

🔰Why Do Want To Join My Crew?🔰(Bartolomeo x Afab (assigned female at birth) Reader)

Genres: Comfort, Possible Smut, Possible Angst (Warnings +18⚠️: Sexual Comments, mentions of cheating (niether the reader nor Barto are part of cheating), Language, possible mentions of jealousy, alcohol use (and reference))

You were one of Bartolomeo's childhood friends and one of his secret crushes. While he did worship Luffy since the incident in the Loguetown where he saw Luffy escape from Buggy (which prevented Buggy from executing Luffy), you are also very, precious to him in many ways. Unfortunately, you had a boyfriend before at the time prior to Bartolomeo becoming a captain of his own crew and what makes things worse for Barto is the fact that your boyfriend is a captain of his own crew, because you ended up joining your boyfriend's crew before Luffy inspired Barto to become a pirate and even joined your boyfriend's crew (and dated him) before Barto was able to confess his love for you.

Bartolomeo was happy for you and all, however eversince he met your boyfriend (and captain), he always has been feeling off about him. Barto has been tolerating him, especially to save your feelings, however there was just something he doesn't like about your boyfriend. Barto wasn't sure if he was jealous of your captain or if there was another reason he's easily irritated deep down, however he just has always felt off about that captain who you were in a relationship with.

Sometime after Bartolomeo and his crew formed an alliance with the Strawhats (Luffy and his crew), it became a coincidence that he bumped into you, as he notices you were currently in the same exact area of the same village without the captain or any of the rest of the captain's crew. Barto was surprised and excited to see you (even though he tried his best to contain his excitement). You were actually low-key happy to see him, as you gave him a hug. You asked him about how he has been doing and he actually was more than happy to tell you about his adventures with his crew, how he met his hero Luffy and other stuff he was super excited to tell you, even tough he believes that you only wanted to check on him to see how he was doing, as friends do. You listened to every word he told you, as you admitted being happy to hear that he's doing well. After he finished talking about his adventures, you then asked, "I hate to intrude on you or anything, however may I join your crew? Navigator or possibly any position you set me up in for your crew? If I can't join your crew, may I atleast tag along for a while, Barto?".

Bartolomeo was actually confused and surprised that you have asked the questions that you had asked him, as it took him a minute to think about your questions, as he then answered, "I'm confused... You want to join my crew? We will talk about that later, considering that I thought you were in a crew with, (captain name).", as he then smiled ashe continued, "However you can certainly tag along with me and my crew... I certainly don't mind...". You were actually glad he was going to let you atleast tag along, however you were surprised with his answer. It's not actually about his confusion, however it was how he answered you, as you somehow, expected him to not even let you tag along.

It was sunset, when you and Bartolomeo went on his ship and you were fascinated with how his ship was set up. You then asked him, if he did have his own room and if you could have alone time in his room if he did have his own room on his ship, which made him blush and was surprised you asked him this, so ofcourse he's going to tell you yes. He would never turn down any opportunity to hangout with you, especially without that captain you were around alot.

The next thing you did was follow Bartolomeo inside his room, as you became very fascinated to see, how he decorated his room. "I see, you liked what I did with decorating my room, (Afab reader name)...", he happily cooed before offering you an alcoholic beverage he knew you enjoy drinking. Once the both of you started drinking, he then said, "I will admit... I was shocked you asked me the questions and I'm honestly most shocked about the fact you asked me to let you join my crew... As much as I would be more than happy to let you join my crew, let me get something straight... You were in a crew with your boyfriend (captain name), who I thought was still your captain... I really don't know what to make of this... So, if you don't mind, I would like to hear your explanation on any motives you might have about asking me to let you join my crew, (Afab reader)...", as your questions from earlier were the main things that crossed his mind, as he was having mixed feelings of concern, happy, and frightened, while making sure not to jump to any conclusions about your questions you asked him earlier.

You were annoyed about something he said, as you were trying to keep as calm as possible as you explained, "It's complicated, Barto... I really thought my captain loved me... A few months ago, he had me fetch him a keg of beer... Unfortunately after I got back to his ship with a keg of beer I fetched for him, I caught him and another crew member having sex together... I snapped asking the both of them what's going on, to let them know I caught him cheating, because it was fucken obvious that he was letting her ride on him... After I asked, they were shocked I caught them, then they stopped fucking together, as he then told me that he no longer wants to be with me and I'm no longer his navigator... I was confused as I asked what did he mean by what he said, because I thought I have been doing an amazing job as a navigator and I treated him well, so he told me this woman who is part of his crew is my replacement, because I'm so horrible in bed that he couldn't help look at me anymore and that if anyone else finds out how horrible I would be to have sex with, they would cheat on me and/or wouldn't want me in their crew and that I would be the most unlovable person, where I'd be the most impossible to love... So, his philosophy is that if I'm horrible in bed, then I'm also a horrible navigator, crew mate, and lover anyone could ever have... So, eversince (captain name) started fucking his mistress who is his other fucken crew mate, dumped me, and kicked me out of his crew, I pretty much traveled alone... I did overhear plenty of people talk about your hero Luffy, his crew, you, and your crew often... Tough I haven't talked to anyone until we bumped into eachother and it was a complete coincidence... I'm actually surprised you still talked to me... I mean I wasn't trying to get at anyone nor was I being desperate by any means... I just want you to know I want to make things right, if I do join your crew... Just ask me for anything and I will try my best for whatever you ask... Tough, I might be terrible at anything you ask me to do, to warn you...", before you looked down at the floor. Barto was shocked about what he heard from you, however he was still confused about what you meant when you said about making things right. He also notices your felt really degraded.

Bartolomeo then asked, "What do you mean when you said about making things right? And doing anything I ask even tough you believe you can't do things right? Do you actually believe you have to be perfect in bed to be considered as someone'a amazing significant other and a great navigator?". You then began to sob, as you broke down in tears, proceeding to hug him. Barto then had his arms around you, while petting your head with his left hand. He just truly felt bad for what your ex captain (who is your ex boyfriend) did to you. Now Barto figured that no matter if he was jealous of (captain name) or not, he now has found a reason why he couldn't stand your ex. Your ex turned out to be that bad, after all.

Bartolomeo then calmly said, "You don't have to worry about being good at everything, sweetie... Infact, nobody is perfect... I can just tell from what you're telling me, he hurt your self-esteem really bad... Since you seemed to have good motives to join my crew, I will let you join... Just hear me out... I've been wanting to tell you this for a very long time... I had been in love with you for a long time... Even before I became inspired by my hero Luffy, to become a captain of my own crew... I will understand, if you only like me, as a friend... I rather not pressure you into anything... I just want you to be yourself... Fuck what anyone else thinks of you, (Afab reader name)... Sorry to say this, but fuck what your ex thinks of you, too... I knew something was off about him, it's just I didn't know he would stoop low as he did... Even Luffy would be ashamed of him, because how much of a disgrace he turned of to be, if he was to find out about it... I shit you not... Luffy would also be very livid to hear what your ex did to you, needless to say... I'm saying this, out of a captain's love, considering I will be your new captain now and you asked me to join your crew... So, all I'm asking you is to not push yourself into any favors, and you to be your own person... Seriously... Just because I have a huge crush on you and I'm your captain now doesn't mean, you have to throw yourself at me and be an object to pleasure me... Okay, (Afab reader name)?". You then stop sobbing, as you replied, "Okay, Barto... Thank you for being there for me, especially when I needed you... And may I hug you, atleast a little longer?". He then replied back, "No problem and go ahead... And that's what I'm here for, so hug me, as long as you need to, my precious angel...".

After that evening or night, you began to realize you were a part of a crew that really cares about you. Yes, even your captain Bartolomeo truly cares about you, obviously. It did took some time, however you and Barto took some time with your relationship with him, considering that it turned out, you felt the same way for him, as he does for you. It's like the both of you are soulmates, who are destined to be together.

A bonus for Bartolomeo is when he saw your ex hanging out with his mistress, Barto madesure to wait for your ex's mistress to go to another area, where your ex would be alone, before Barto does beat the crap out of your ex. The way Barto beat up you ex (captain name) alone, will tell your ex how Barto truly feels about him and Barto madesure your ex paid for what he did to you.

🔰The End🔰

Okay my Tumblr Peeps😃👍While I did get inspired to write some ideas down for this particular One Piece fanfic, I honestly have been wanting to write a fanfic about Bartolomeo for a while, especially before reading some fanfics pertaining him and a few fanfics that pertain characters from a different anime😁🔰While it's rare I write about the character beating up the reader's ex (which was something I have written in 1 of my Bleach fanfics), for this fanfic it was kinda a last minute idea while writing this fanfic😅 Aside from the character, no matter what character I write about I honestly wanted to write a fanfic with some ideas the way I have written this fanfic and I did my best to be creative with this fanfic best I could think of writing🔰💡😃👍As for grammar, if I made any spelling or grammar mistakes, it might be because I really wanted to write this fanfic about Bartolomeo and I may have rushed with the fanfic where I forgot to check it😅 Otherwise I hope you enjoyed this fanfic about him, and I really had fun writing this fanfic about Barto🔰😁👍

*Fun Fact: While I was reading one of the chapters of One Piece, for what Bartolomeo did to the guys talked trash about Luffy, I honestly don't blame Barto at all and this is why I have tons of respect for Barto🔰Ofcourse he's 1 of the characters I'm keen on😃🔰

[uhmmmsweetie]

Character A is trying to be B's secret admirer but they get caught/found out immediately.

Alternative: A is able to stay hidden but has to confess because not knowing who left them a letter/gift/etc. makes B anxious instead of it being a fun surprise.

[followscaptainsorders]

Possible wanted plot....

Oh god. I just had a TERRIBLE thought.

What if Rumlow and Cameron had a #thing. Like it wasn't anything serious, at least for Rumlow. Anything at all is huge for Cameron. He thrives off of any attention even if it isn't healthy. Poor baby. It could have been as small as Rumlow making a suggestive comment to him once or maybe something happened. Something that no one would ever know about. IDK.

I'm just rewatching the scene and just.....the way he gives Cameron a tiny almost miniscule nod of encouragement when Cameron turns to look at him after he gives the order to launch the ships.

The way he gives a little sigh after Cameron tells him 'no, Captain's orders'. He looks disappointed.

And Cameron won't look at him. Just keeping his eyes on the screen.

Just.... Cameron is having feelings.

Even if it is just a little crush he had. It is a complicated moment for so many reasons but my brain wants to add more torture to the moment. I am SO SORRY Cameron, bby.

If any Brock RPers are interested in ANYTHING let me know. I 1000% am okay if it is just a one sided crush. Just something my brain wanted to torture me and Cam with apparently. Maybe I'll write a fanfic.

[cookeybg]

Love's Stain

Okay, okay, I know I have my other fic to finish but I just couldn't sleep and get rid of this idea.

Title: Love's Stain

What if Damian was a dragon? What if he became soul bound? I don't think he would like that.... (Another JonDami fic)

Main Characters/pairings: Jon Kent / Damian Al Ghul

Other Characters: Batman, Superman, Nightwing, Robin, Talia Al Ghul, Ra's Al Ghul

Stuff to know: This will be dragon fic so it is not cannon compliant, nudity, blood, magic, it might not be a happy ending? Not too sure yet. As always this is not edited or Beta read

Chapter 1 - Blood on White

The white shell pulsed green illuminating a curled figure within. It pulsed again and the figure stretched, it’s limbs hitting the shell from within. “He will soon be born.” “Father, he will need training.” “He will know how to fight innately.” “We cannot send him yet, his mind will be too easily molded.” A pause. “You are right, after we make him perfect we shall send him. He shall succeed where the others failed.” By the third pulse, cracks formed on the pristine white surface and green liquid dribbled down towards the soft material that kept it upright. With a shatter the figure of a fully formed man oozed out. “Yes, father.”

A loud boom echoed from above, Jon looked up to see fractures and symbols littering the sky. A green hue took over the blue and an eerie sound like bones rattling assaulted his senses. A giant fissure formed and from it stepped a figure of a man with flaming white wings but just as the opening closed a flash of red and black lightning struck him. The figure fell like a comet. A giant crater formed upon impact, incinerating the nearest part of the corn field in the Kent farm. Jon rushed towards it, still holding the pitchfork he had been using. When he arrived he saw a man in white struggling to get up. Jon moved in quickly to help, bet when he grabbed the man’s arm to pull him up an intense wave ran through him unlike anything he had ever felt before. It made him freeze, his muscles tensing while his heart escaped him. The man looked up at him shocked, still kneeling on the ground. He had patches of golden scales where the impact caused abrasions on his face. Dazed green eyes stared back at him and Jon’s heart picked up its already rampant pace. “Jon, stay away from him!” Clark yelled. Jon turned to his father. On instinct he dodged out of the way from a white glint he saw in his periphery. Flying back a few feet away, he clutched at his stinging cheek and to his surprise, blood stained his hand. “You dare touch me?” Snarled the man, his tan skin golden under the the bright Kansas sun, “I am Damian-“ he winced clutching his head with one hand, “I have purpose, a destiny-“ one unfocused green eye glared and he took shaky steps towards Jon. Jon stared at the man named Damian. He stood hunched and dangerous, like a predator. One hand held a white sword with glowing green symbols and the other pressed against the left side of his face. Fiery white wings, that had not been there a second before, flared menacingly. Jon’s heart hadn’t stopped drumming, the man was breathtaking. With a start Jon noticed blood staining the white leather armor he wore. “You’re bleeding-“ Jon started to move forward but a firm hand stopped him from advancing. “Batman’s on his way. We shouldn’t get near.” Clark said grimly, his expression serious. “But, what if he dies while we wait?” Jon asked, his anger rising. What was the point of being super if he couldn’t help when he wanted to? “Jon-“ Before Clark could finish his sentence a cough was heard from Damian. Jon watched as blood gushed out of the man’s mouth, his green eyes losing their glow, he fell onto the blackened earth.

“He looks just like you, B.” “We still need to wait for the results.” “Nightwing’s right, does that mean he’s your kid?” “We won’t know until its done analyzing.” The unconscious man lay in one of the med bay cots. He was strapped down in case he awoke before they could move him into one of the batcave’s holding cells. Jon watched him through the curtains using his x-ray vision, the man’s chest moved up and down. His armor had been removed to prevent him from reaching any hidden weapons, which he had plenty of. Jon tried not to look at his naked form and kept his attention on the man’s beautiful face. The cuts and scrapes he had received from the impact had already healed. “I wonder what his name is?” “It’s Damian,” Jon turned to look at Nightwing, “his name’s Damian. He announced it when he tried to attack me.” “Jon, he did attack you and he did cut you.” Clark frowned at Jon, concern lining his face. “It’s a really cool sword.” Robin said while examining the sword on the table, it was long and bone white. “When he wielded it,” Jon pointed along its length, “it had green symbols. The color similar to kryptonite, but I don’t feel anything strange about it now.” “Neither do I.” Clark affirmed. “He must use a form of magic,” Batman nodded, “the sword is not laced with any form of kryptonite.” Jon’s attention snapped in the direction of the med bay cot when he heard the change in Damian’s breathing indicating that he would soon wake. Batman noticed and ordered Nightwing and Robin to help wheel the man to a holding cell that had magical protections, courtesy of Constantine and Zatanna. They placed him on the new bed with a folded pile of new close he could wear. Once out they activated the runes, red web-like lines appeared in the large window dividing the cell from the room and then disappeared. Jon held his breath in anticipation while Damian stirred from his resting place. Hi eyes opened slowly and just as slowly he moved to sit up, the white blanket slipping of him to land on his lap. His green eyes glowed in the dim enclosure and his shoulders hunched ready to attack any who neared him. Luckily for the onlookers they were safe on the other side of the window. When Damian noticed that they would not approach, he stood, unashamed of his nakedness. He walked the small perimeter of the cell without touching the walls. His green eyes roamed all over but his attention never left his observers. Jon could feel heat rush up his neck, burning his ears, he crossed his arms over his chest in an attempt to distract himself. He tried his best to not look below the waist but the attempt was futile as strong thighs and a firm butt showed Damian’s exceptional control of his body. When Damian reached the window and faced them, he snarled, the beginnings of white flamed wings and golden scales started to form but were harshly stopped by black and red flashes. Damian wailed, wrapping his arms around himself in an attempt to touch his back. He fell to his knees twitching. Jon had rushed forward in concern connecting with the barrier. It shot him back with such force he crashed into the opposite cave wall causing the bats to swarm out of the cave from the reverberation. “Jon!” Clark screamed in surprise. He helped Jon up, but all Jon could see were the glowing, glaring green eyes of Damian, who still knelt hugging himself. Staring directly at him.

[ask-mizuena-official]

ena, can you tell us about your most personal art piece?

//assuming this is inspired by this ask meme

Ena: uhm... i guess this question is an 8. *shifts from foot to foot, uncomfortably* the most personal peice ive ever drawn is actually a mini vent comic. it features me from when i was younger, curled up to try and shield myself from my fathers words, but his words are illustrated as sharp pencils, paint brushes with pointed tips, scissors, other art supplies that could hurt.

Ena: the next panel is me taking all those art supplies and trying to create something with them, but when its done, i hate it. i depict myself standing in the dark, this messy easel in front of me, mocking and then uh... im not comfortable going into more detail than this...

[lostgracestories]

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