#save us all from the green bird demon

[m-jelly]

Hi, Jelly 😘 What about Levi and reader as adoptive parents? Let's say they adopt a little girl from an orphanage. It would be interesting to see moments in their lives: they took her from the orphanage, they bring their daughter home for the first time, her first birthday in a new house, she calls them mom and dad for the first time)))

I changed this a little bit to fit with Levi a little more, hope that's okay.

Hope for Clover

Levi x fem!reader

Future AU, soldier Levi, Captain Levi, married couple, fluff, romance, adoption.

When a major battle on another planet finally comes to an end, Levi returns home to you after being away for two weeks. As the soldiers return to their homes, Levi goes back to the planet you live on together with a new addition to the family. Clover is a little girl now orphaned that Levi saved. The two of you discuss what to do with the sweet three-year-old and decide to become her parents.

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The vids were praising the legion galactic army for facing off against a race of beings that wanted to consume the whole of the galaxy. Multiple races banded together with the humans for freedom. The last stand against them was on a planet near the edge of the galaxy and it seemed like everyone won.

It made you happy beyond words to know that the galaxy was safe once again and your husband would be coming home. You used to be a soldier and had incredible tech skills. You met Levi by being assigned to his ship while he went on special missions. One thing led to another and you ended up becoming lovers, then married.

After you got hurt badly during the galactic war, Levi urged you to take a step back, so you did and your job was to help them from a distance. Levi and you had even moved to a planet known for its pure beauty and to help those recovering from wounds. It was full of rolling purple hills, blue flowers, two bright moons and suns, vast lakes and beaches. It was heaven for you and Levi.

As the shuttle arrived with your husband, you felt a knot in your stomach as you wondered what condition he was in. He always told you everything was fine and then would come back with scars, so you could never predict how he would be. The last two weeks were the hardest of all the battles, so something had to have happened.

Your heart hammered in your chest as you stood with only a few others waiting for the arrival of the soldiers. You watched as the other men got off first and people parted leaving you alone and no husband. You panicked a bit but another shuttle landed, this had to be your husband but you weren't sure why he had special treatment, he never liked that.

Your eyes widened when Levi stepped out with a little three-year-old girl on his hip. "Levi?"

He walked closer allowing you to see the little girl had a robotic leg, she'd clearly lost her leg in the war. "Hey." He leaned over and kissed you passionately. "I missed you."

"I missed you too." You smiled at the green-eyed little girl with thick ginger hair, she was a vision. "Who is this princess?"

The girl giggled. "I'm not a princess."

"Really? How odd because you look like one."

Levi grinned. "This is Clover. I...I saved her...she...she's alone." He looked at you with sad eyes. "I...I was hoping..."

You took Clover from Levi and hugged her. "Do you want to live with me and Levi?"

She nodded. "Please!"

You hummed a laugh. "Wonderful. Well, let's get you inside and well-fed." You placed her on her feet. "Let's go."

Levi placed his hand on your lower back. "Thank you."

You kissed Levi's cheek. "She's an orphan, we want kids and she needs us. She's ours now."

"Yes, she's ours." He smiled softly. "I still want more kids."

You giggled. "We'll make one of our own someday, but for now we have a wonderful daughter to care for!"

Clover had adored her new home and it flustered her that Levi and you bought her so much and gave her a big room. She had a lot of toys to play with and you both were gentle with her, so she knew she could do things at her own pace.

Levi would take her to the doctor once a week to make sure her robotic leg was working well and taking to her body. The two of you would teach her things and play with her often, but she was still very shy when it came to you. She was close with Levi because they'd seen war together, but you were new to her.

You worried that she wouldn't like you and didn't want you as a mother, but Levi told you how much Clover loved you. He told you Clover always asked him to tell her stories about you, to show her pictures of you and to tell her all about the things you liked. Clover wanted to get very close to you, she was just very shy.

After learning from Levi about Clover's adoration for you, you began noticing how she would peep at you, spy around corners, watch you as you moved around and look out for you when she was with Levi. It was adorable how she was with you and you would always say hello and often she'd stay with you, but sometimes she'd blush and run off to a new spot to spy on you.

One day you were sat in the garden working on a gadget to assist you with your fruit growing. You were humming a little song to yourself when your soldier training kicked in, you could sense Clover was close. So, you pretended not to notice, like she was a cute little kitty.

Clover shuffled closer to you, her cheeks pink with a blush and a rabbit plushie in her arms. She peered over your shoulder to look at what you were doing. "Mm...what you doing?"

You smiled softly. "I am making a little device to help me look after my fruit."

She walked around and stared. "Fruit?"

You nodded. "I'm growing all kinds of fruit from different planets. I also grow veg too." You looked up at her. "This device will be placed in the ground and it'll project a grid. Anything inside the grid will be monitored and I'll be updated on if they're ready to harvest or if they become sick."

She crouched and looked at the device. "Coooool." She looked up at you and gave you a toothy grin. "You're smart! I want to be smart like you."

"Well, I can teach you a few things. I used to do a lot of tech for the Legion Galactic Army."

She sat down. "Wow."

You felt your cheeks heat up. "I used to do a lot for Levi and his crew. I was the reason their suits kept them safe, their weapons protected them and the ship stayed flying."

Her eyes sparkled in delight. "Wooooow." She stared at your right hand and arm to see it was robotic like hers. "Umm..."

You wiggled your fingers at her. "Lost this in the war, but Levi saved me. He saved us both it seems." You smiled as she touched your hand. "We match."

She grinned. "We're twins!"

"That's right."

She crawled over and sat on your lap. "I like you." She hugged you tightly. "You're so pretty and cool."

You hugged her back. "Have you been trying to be with me like this since you arrived here three weeks ago?"

She nodded shyly. "Yes."

You kissed the top of her head. "You're so sweet. I'm here for you, always."

Clover had been with you and Levi for a few months now, she was very comfortable with the two of you. She would help you both out and always want to be around you. She would follow you around the most, which warmed Levi's heart that she'd taken to you so much.

Today was her birthday and you'd planned everything for her to ensure she had everything she wanted. This was probably the first one she would remember. So, you and Levi wanted to make it extra special.

You helped Clover change into a cute dress for the day before helping her comb her thick hair. "There we go."

Clover grinned. "Thank you." She reached up and held your hand. "Ready."

You walked with her into the living room to see Levi had finished the last touches. "Happy Birthday, Clover."

Clover gasped when she saw all the decorations, the balloons, banners, hologram animals and bunny-themed things everywhere. She released your hand and hurried forward to see the presents waiting for her, a big cake you had baked and Levi wearing an outfit that matched Clover and you.

Tears filled Clover's eyes. "Mm..."

Levi knelt down. "Happy Birthday, kiddo."

She ran over and jumped into his arms. "Thank you."

He hugged her tightly. "I can't believe you're five! You're growing up so fast."

She sniffed and ran over to you. "Mummy! Hug!"

You dropped to your knees as the wind was knocked out of you. You hugged her as you felt your heart race. "Wh...what...did you call me?"

She pulled back and kissed your cheek. "Thank you, Mummy. I love you."

You smiled brightly through your tears. "I love you too, sweetie."

Clover smiled at Levi. "Thank you, Daddy! I love you."

Levi shuffled over and hugged you both. "You're very welcome. We love you so much."

She released you both and smiled. "Do I get a birthday wish?"

"Of course."

You nodded. "What do you wish for?"

She giggled. "To be a big sister!"

Both you and Levi looked at each other, your cheeks heating up. As Clover ran to open her presents, you and Levi started thinking about her cute wish. As you watched her open her presents, the two of you held hands and cuddled up to each other.

Clover hurried back over to you both and lifted her bunny. "I also want to gift this to the baby." She lowered it. "Mummy, Daddy? Will you make a baby?"

Levi tugged you closer. "I think a nice big family would be good."

You giggled. "Me too."

[signedeclipse]

Hii!! Can you do like a hantengu clones (NOT separate) x fem reader nsfw one shot? Reader is a complete virgin and she’s in a poly relationship with the clones ♡︎♡︎

All For You | Part 2 [Hantengu X Reader]

Reader is Human Female | NSFW | Part 1 HERE Final HERE

Recomended Song - Killshot by Magdelena Bay

A whirlwind of emotions crept through you, acting on both fight and flight, leaving you paralyzed, basically limp.

The oldest of the four had you lifted into his arms. They were so hard you'd almost believe he was made of lead, had it not been for the comfortable warmth of the flesh.

He was holding your torso up with one arm, the other under your knees and holding you as close as he possibly could, as if afraid you'd be taken by the others that were tripping over one another to catch a glimpse at you.

"Are...are you going to kill me?" You had been gazing up at his face, though his kanji eyes only glanced down every once in a while, only meeting your gaze as he knelt down, laying you in the spread of your futon that you'd not yet put away from previous use. Despite the pounding of your heart, no matter how much adrenaline you held, you lay paralyzed under the strength of Sekido's gaze.

"Hmm... should we?" Two claws hands had grabbed your ankles, pushing them up so your knees buckled and pushed into the air, allowing for the green-eyes demon to be visible between your legs.

You shook your head, even if you could hear the teasing tone dripping from his tone.

When you thought back to the shivering mess you had saved a week ago, it made no sense that within him these four prospered. Clearly, it was him, if he were younger and more courageous, but there were four of him.

The thumbs of the hands firmly squeezing your ankles rubbed slow circles, and eventually teased their way up and down your calves, curiously eating up the warmth of your skin.

"You've all scared our poor girl so badly, when you should be thanking her for saving us..." the whispering tone came from above you, the quietest of the bunch having stealthed his way to sit seiza.

His blue eyes were a calm abyss, the kind that pulled you from the feeling of the sassy one tracing his nails into your skin.

"I assure you, there's no thanking needed...!" As embarrassing as it was, your cheeks were beginning to burn with the heat of the demeaning nature of the position they had put you in.

Before you could push yourself up, Urogi had landed his bird's feet onto the arm attempting to move, though his talons sunk only into the floor, avoiding your skin and effectively trapping you.

"Then consider it a token of gratitude! We won't be leaving until we are certain you know how much you mean to us." Crouching so he could be an easier distance from your face, he used a claws finger to press into your bottom lip, puncturing it enough for a bead of blood to form, which he leaned in and licked straight from your mouth, shuddering in pleasure at your delectible taste.

"And now that we know just how sweet you are, it'd be impossible to back away!" The look of shock on your face from Urogi's affection only drew him in more, dusting his feathers along your stomach, separated only by cloth. "You deserve this, for being so good to us."

"Awe, no fair! I wanted to taste her!" Karaku chuckled out, his hands having slowly made their way up to your thighs, pushing into the squishy flesh with ease.

You seemed to understand that behind his words was another yearning, one which was confirmed as he kept attempting to inch closer to your inner thighs.

When you tensed your legs, trying to push him away, Aizetsu's hands pushed into your hair, carefully weaving through as to not force any knots so he could brush through it, massaging into your scalp in a way you'd never had before, melting all your tension away.

As each clone closed in on you, Sekido seemed to merely watch the other three, making sure none went too far with you, though in between each check the red glow of his eyes was back on your face, watching each emotion twist into reality, studying your precious features before his look-alikes ruined it.

Each sensation from each clone became overwhelming, making any changes harder to notice as they each inches closer, pushed deeper, cooed louder- but though the feeling of your top slipping up your stomach was unmistakable, you found yourself unable to focus on it, or care when the same happened to your bottoms, eventually lost to the dark corners of the room.

Despite the room being well lit, it was hard to look anywhere but their eyes, which had a distinct glow from the rest of the darkened world, you noticed Karakus face was so close to your thighs that the green luminescence reflected onto your skin, dipping lower, until it was below your line of sight.

Aizetsu seemed to realise you were at a disadvantage laying so flat, and shuffled his hips closer so your head was propped up on his lap.

It allowed you to see the mess of your shirt tangled in one of Urogi's claws, among other things.

Karaku was carelessly dragging his tongue up the fabric of your underwear, the saliva dripping down only further wetting the thin layer between his mouth and your most precious gift, which was enough to send electricity through your spine.

No later where you arch your back into the touch of Urogi's claws that dragged up your sternum, slicing straight through the attaching fabric of your bra. He happily dragged his tongue flat along one, swiping at the nipple before gently blowing cool air onto it, interested in how you shivered and squirmed at his attempts of arousing you.

"I- I-"

"Shhh, there's no reason to speak, just let us take care of you now." Aizetsu's voice was akin to a lullaby, erasing the words from your tongue.

Karaku chuckled into your skin, amused at the exchange, before copying his feathered clone and tearing his claws through the last of your coverings, hovering above your pussy with a desire he held more than that for blood and bone.

He'd been trying to pursue this urge for so long, and now, with his own body, you were laid out in front of him like a five star buffet.

The grip on your thighs tightened, holding despite any attempt you made to either pull them away or push them together. He was unmovable unless he wanted to be, and right now his desire outweighed yours.

Impatient, as always, he pushed his tongue up between your folds, eagerly lapping at your heat like nothing but a hungry mutt, again, and again, and again, careless of the way your back arched, or how your breath hitched.

In fact, Sekido could practically smell the euphoria coming off of you once Karaku began, enticed by the way your pretty moans twirled in the air when he'd pause to suck at your clit, god, the roughness of his hand was palming at his crotch through his clothes, getting off just by watching the other clones toy with you.

Your sounds were delicious, but Aizetsu couldn't help but worry someone might pass by and hear your struggles to catch your lost breath.

To ease his own anxiety, the sorrowed demon allowed one hand to caress your cheek, pushing his thumb up against your lips when you sealed your mouth at the touch.

Sensing Aizetsu's struggle, Urogi grinned against the flesh of the other nipple he had begun to attack, leaning in and gently nibbling with his teeth.

One gasp was all it took, and thanks to Urogi, Aizetsu could firmly press his thumb into your tongue, which instinctively had your mouth close around his finger.

It was embarrassing, but he seemed to find it terribly cute, cooing down at you.

"You love it so much, don't you? I knew we could help you, just let us finish up."

Rather than waiting for a reply, Aizetsu helped you nod by using his thumb to push down, and the hand in your hair to tug your head back up.

Grunting, Sekido ignored Aizetsu and Urogi's childish play to glare down at the way Karaku feasted upon your squirming hips, enticed by the lapping sounds created by his saliva mixed with your dripping desperation, distinctive for its whitish colour.

It seems he had turned his attention at the right time, because Karaku seemed to be getting antsy with you, pulling your hips closer to his face to the point all Sekido saw was the demon's hair curling over and sticking to your thighs, along with his distinctive horns.

Of course he was correct, because as Karaku forced his tongue in and out of your drenched pussy, pulling you closer and closer to your high, he pulled away, licking up the very string that attached you to enjoy the remainder of your sweetness.

"I think our doll is perfectly ready~" Despite Karaku's tug at you, Anyone could tell he was just aching to feel the same ecstasy he had gifted you, and claim more of that glorious body to himself.

Aizetsu glanced down, wanting to make sure you were okay with going forward, and was easily persuaded by the hazy look in your eyes, followed by a muffled whine.

Slowly, he shuffled back, leaving you flat on your back once more, though the movement of his hand carefully tilted your head as far back as it could go, looking straight at his crotch as he fumbled his only free hand to unto his pants, pushing them down lazily.

Surprisingly, he let go and pulled his thumb from your mouth, letting you pant once, twice, before being silenced once more by placing the head of his cock against your lips.

Who were you to deny him? Of course, you let your jaw come loose, allowing the blue eyed boy to slowly push his length into your mouth, stopping about halfway when you seemed to struggle.

"Hnn, that's a good girl, please, I know you can do more for me..." As always, his soothing voice was more than welcomed to your ears.

It was with a surprising ease he was able to push the remainder in, watching the bulge from in your throat. He pulled back, listening to the sweet noise of your throat closing behind him, and pushed all the way back a little faster, infatuated with watching his length stretch through your neck.

Perfectly distracted handling Aizetsu's weak thrusts, Karaku took a moment to admire his work, pushing the his hand up through your folds and teasing the clit between two fingers just to feel the slick that was left behind, and dragging it back down so he could squeeze a finger or two into your used hole, chuckling to himself at the way you sucked his fingers right in.

"How about another, doll?" Reaching a clawed hand into the depth of his sweatpants, Karaku spent a fraction of a moment stroking the leftover juices on his hand all over his cock. He wanted to make sure he'd do what he did best; give and receive pleasure.

Lining up the tip, he only pushed in an inch or two for you to drink up, giving him to lift your hips up and set your ankles on his shoulders, giving him the perfect position to continue pushing, holding one hand down on your abdomen to keep you from moving too much.

Fuck, did that feel good, his length pulled right in by your needy hole. He couldn't deny how much he wanted to take you right then and there, but he knew to be gentle with something so fragile.

Carefully, he worked his way to match Aizetsu's pace, each pumping in at opposite times, so you weren't too overwhelmed.

Sekido had managed to slip a hand under his kimono, sucking in air as he pumped his own cock to the rhythm of the other two. As much as he would have loved to be in any of their places, he was well off just watching you take them so utterly greedily.

There wasn't a single moment that went by without one of them pushing into you, sloppy noises filling the room and mixing everyone's small gasps, grunts and moans together.

Urogi continued to abuse your bouncing tits, happily abusing them as they moved with his look-alikes movements. It was only natural that he had eventually allowed your hand to let go, though he quickly caught it.

"Me too, doll!" Although far less considerate, Urogi was kind enough to guide your hand to his rather smooth cock, which felt far different than the others.

It was smooth, and as you wrapped your hand around the pointed tip to drag down, you felt a considerable bulge near its base, nearly making you choke on Aizetsu as he fastened his pace, which distracted you enough to mindlessly pump the length of Urogi's strange size.

As easy as it was, the feathered one seemed very pleased, letting his head fall back with a delighted groan, keeping his hand wrapped around yours to help guide you up and down, squeezing when he wanted you to tighten your grip.

"Just like that babe, what a natural~" His cocky words were probably lost, but it seemed he still enjoyed teasing you for being such a slut.

Even as you felt yourself getting sloppy, none of them relented, seemingly content with even the bare minimum from you, pushing into your holes like they were godsend, or just watching you as if you were a muse.

It left you on cloud nine, the hypnotic pounding, the sounds they made, the belittling, the compliments, the obsessive eyes pouring onto your frame.

They didn't just love you, no, they were fucking obsessed with you.

After that, time meant nothing, all that mattered was that eventually things hit a peak, and everything snapped at once. 

Karaku’s thrusts became inhuman, slapping his hips into your ass continuously, until his hands dug deep enough to bruise, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix before releasing the thick, heavy fluid belonging to something beyond human. 

It wasn’t much longer before Aizetsu introduced you to the liquid’s taste, pulling back enough so just his tip was left between your puckered lips, pouring it down your throat without a care, though not removing himself until he was certain you had swallowed it down. 

But you managed, and with a satisfying pop from both ends, you were inhaling the freshest air you had ever inhaled, and shuddering out a weak exhale as the cum from your pussy ebbed out along your sheets, likely staining the white colour with something much, much different. 

Urogi and Sekido came last, though Urogi made a show of splashing his across your stomach and tits, letting the fluid pour its way through every crevasse, and down every edge. 

No one dared move, merely letting each other's breaths mix in the cool air, basking in the feeling of it all. It was so silent, no one noticed you had fallen over the edge of a deep slumber until Aizetsu bent down to ask if you were alright. 

“Ah… sleep well then, dolly.”

Author Note -  Since this request is very inline with my previous story and I got so many requests for a part two, I decided to use this request for it!

Word Count - 2,542

Art Credit - 葵鬼 (Pixiv)

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Halloween prompts no. 31 (part 13: Finale)

Ras al Ghul was concerned. The Lazarus pits had been literally boiling and frothing at the edges. In fact the pit seemed to be steadily growing in size.

Ras did some tests and discovered the chemical components of the pits had not changed, but none of the bodies thrown in were revived, instead ever single one was turned into a rage filled zombie that glowed with the pits power. He still wasn't sure what to make of this when he got word that it wasn't just his pit that was reacting this way, but all of them. More pits were even opening up at a rapid pace, but strangely enough it was only happening in North America.

As time went on the pits continued to react more and more strange. Lightning began to dance across the surface and strike anyone or anything that got near. Any inanimate objects struck would begin acting on thier own and attacking anyone who got close. Fascinating.

He was just about to inform Batman of this development because as interesting as this was he did want his pit back. Unfortunately, it was just as he thought this that crap hit the fan.

The pits in America transformed into Portals to an unknown realm and creatures of all sorts began spewing forth followed by an army of skeletons, human, animal, alien, demon, dragons, you name it. It was there. Ras wisely decided to stay out of this one.

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The US was quickly overrun by myths and monsters, Green Arrow and his team was getting thier butts kicked by glowing stone gargoyles, the speedsters were dealing with a herd of colorful unicorns with hair made out of lightning, a freaking Kraken had emerged in one of the great lakes and was destroying everything it could. A purple dragon with a neon green underbelly began attacking Gotham and Red Hood asked, "Who the hell pissed off Barney?!"

It was only after they defeated an arrogant black dragon and its necklace was knocked off did they have a way to fight back. Hood hurriedly put on the amulet and turned into a large red dragon. Granted he rampaged a bit before he was attacked by one of the much smaller skeleton dragons and he began fighting them. He and 'Barney' got into what was essentially a dragony fistfight and Jason roared in victory after defeating it.

Tim got thrown into one of the pits and came out with pit madness and attacked anything that moved, roaring and baring his teeth all the while until he calmed down about twenty minutes later.

Similar things began happening all over the US where odd green lightning danced across the ground bringing inanimate objects to life and driving people to either temporary or permanent pit madness when struck.

Meanwhile,

Wonderwoman was being greatly outnumbered by chimeras and armed skeleton warriors while something similar was happening with Superman, save for the fact the skeletons he was dealing with wore armor made out of kryptonite.

After hours of fighting and the skeleton armies purposely burning and tearing down any buildings they saw things suddenly changed. All the creatures collectively froze for approximately two seconds before resuming the battle, this time with the intent to capture the heros in bubble prisons instead of killing them. The first captured was Superboy.

It spiraled from there with Superman and Wonderwoman being taken out and dragged through the portal

Shazam was being herded by spirits who were trying to protect him and were preventing him from fighting.

Tim freaked out upon learning about Superboys capture and went out of his way to go through the portal and save him. And the others of course.

He manages to land of the back of a giant glowing green bird and (with a lot of difficulty) gets it to land at what looks like a prison. He finds and frees Superboy and Martian Manhunter from thier bubbles and cells, but they seem to be the only heros here. The other inmates look like true eldrich horrors and the three of them try not to look directly at them as they escape. They work together to try to find the other imprisoned heros. They instead come across a pitch black castle with a welcoming white glow and sneak inside. MM shape-shifted into one of the skeletons and went unnoticed by the strange people roaming the castle, this, unfortunately did not fool the skeletons that were on guard duty and/or patrolling the castle and they all attacked them, leading them to try to hide in a nearby room that was actually heavily guarded. Locking the door behind them, they were pleased to note the skeletons couldn't seem to get through. They were all breathing heavily when a soft beep from behind them caused them to whirl around.

Instead of a threat, they found a seemingly very much alive boy around eight to ten years of age laying in a plush bed, guarded by a growling green puppy and hooked up to what seemed to be a heart monitor and other medical equipment. The heartbeat was dreadfully slow however. Superboy picked up the black crown that was resting on the bedside table and they all shared a look.

Was this the prince? It didn't look like he was leading the charge seeing as he was clearly in a coma, but whatever was happening the boy was clearly involved somehow.

A knock on the door startled them again, followed by an eerily calm voice, "Intruders of the Realms. You have been granted audience with the sister of the prince and currently reining princess of the Realms. Come quietly and you will not be harmed."

They talked amongst themselves and agreed to talk to the princess in hopes of getting more information. If they're attacked then they would at least have a change to fight or run rather than being stuck in a room with a comatose child. Sure they could use him as a hostage, but just the thought of doing that to a little kid made Tim's stomach sick, so no.

The princess was not at all what they thought she would be. She was a little girl not much older than the boy with bright orange hair and a blue dress with a matching oversized bow on her head. She seemed just as alive as her brother and very, very angry. She claimed she was Jasmine, but to call her Jazz. The American government had committed hundreds of war crimes against the Realms and even more "acts of war". Appearently they attacked the prince directly while he was trying to settle disputes between the living and the dead caused by a portal to the Infinite Realms that the humans had created. (The creation of the portal itself broke several ancient treaties) This wasn't unusual, and Prince Phantom often forgave them, even though they didn't deserve it. Many spirits have grown increasingly angry with the living over the past year or so this has been occurring and swiftly flew into a wild rage when it was discovered thier sweetheart of a prince was captured by the GIW and tortured for months until someone rescued him. When he was returned to the castle he cried himself to sleep and hasn't awoken since.

This was bad. Really bad. It sounded like the US was the aggressor, which explains a lot of things, like why only the US was being attacked,why the president was killed and government places like the pentagon and White house were so thoughly destroyed and its staff picked off.

Jazz explained that they were capturing anyone that was involved in the horrors committed against the Realms and its people and dragging them back to the dungeons to face the same tortures they had or had planned to put Phantom and the others through.

The princess then offered them a way home so long as they told the other heros the truth about what was happening and that this was a war between two government bodies.

[juneyjubilation]

First of all, hello!! I hope you have/ had a great day, I wanted to make a request about Dick Grayson, we all know he's just a ball of sunshine but what about we (As another vigilante who's close to him+ he has a crush on -you can keep the details short or as long as you want-) finding him at his lowest? But like... Really really lowest... In the point where he feels like a disappointment to his parents to bruce himself, to Alfred or basically to everyone who knows him, the point where he thinks he's letting everyone down... The point where he's about to cry and have a panic attack (inside out 2..) and we find him, (let's just say that reader knows him well enough to be able to say somethings are off with him..) try and do everything we can to comfort and console him because... My man really deserves true affection and reminder that he has amazing affect on people around him... (The trigger to his break down could be him, not being able to save a child as he tried to save 5 other people in danger etc. whatever you want, I hope I'm not making any mistakes on writing because English is not my native language and I'd literally sit down and cry if I didn't express myself successfully ;( also could you please make it AFAB?) Thank you so much for everything in advance..

Feel free to ingore this request, but if you won't do it please inform me I won't be hurt 🙏🏻💝

hi! thank you so much for the request :) i absolutely did not mind writing this, though i fear i did mistakenly add more trauma to the golden boy - so ummmm... my bad!

and your english was good at conveying your point! i hope i was able to translate this to paper well :)

also i listened to Birds of a Feather on repeat whilst writing this! enjoy!

details: no use of y/n/(reader), dick calls the reader 'Angel', she/her user, this could be seen as platonic, but he is evidently pining in his thoughts.

content warnings: mentions and brief description of child death, flashbacks to parental death, minor character death (of the unnamed child), panic attacks.

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The haunting memory of the child he had failed, the one he couldn't save, grips him in a vice-like chokehold. It's a branding iron seared into his very soul, a constant reminder of his inadequacy—a festering, gnawing wound that threatens to consume him whole. He clutches his throbbing temple, his mind replaying the horrifying moments when the child, caught in the crossfire, fell to their inevitable fate.

For a single moment the image of that little girl in her yellow sweater returned him to the memory he ran from most; the image of his parents and their once striking yellow and green costumes danced in red.

Contorted bones and brain matter tended to have that effect on him.

Each labored, panicked breath he exhales is a testament to the tumultuous turmoil within him. Sweat trickles down his temples, mingling with the darkness of his hair as tears threaten to spill down his cheeks, unchecked by the demons gnawing at his soul.

His body trembles, the sudden vulnerability an unfamiliar and unwelcome companion. His once steady hands now shake as he struggles to compose himself, to regain control of the emotional maelstrom that threatens to consume him.

The cool Gotham breeze offers no solace, the whispering wind carrying the echoes of the child's cries and the deafening silence that followed.

In a tortured whisper, Nightwing tries coaxing calm into his body. "Breathe... in... hold... out..." His words echo faintly in the wind, a desperate attempt to wrestle back control.

Each labored breath becomes a tiny beacon of light, guiding him through the storm of self-doubt and guilt. He imagines the air filling his lungs like a warm, golden light, chasing away the shadows of despair.

One hand reaches up, fingers brushing against the emblem that adorns his chest, a symbol of his past and his future, a reminder of the strength he has wielded time and time again.

The other hand forms a fist, his knuckles turning white, as he clings to the memory of the five children he saved, the lives he changed. His heartbeat slows, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, as the grounding exercise takes root.

The tenuous grip on his grounding fades like a fading signal, replaced by the raw, unadulterated pain of his failure. He collapses in on himself, sobbing, rage and despair mingling in his anguished cries.

In his mind's eye, the image of the little girl materializes once more, a beacon of hope snuffed out, the same way his own youth was extinguished. The memory of his mother, her laughter and love, dance just beyond his reach. The parallels between the two haunt him, a relentless tormentor.

Tears stream down his cheeks, the salty droplets stinging the wounds of his soul. His shoulders quake under the weight of the burden he bears, the crushing guilt of that lost life threatening to drown him.

In the midst of Nightwing's torment, a shadow falls over him, a gentle presence signaling the arrival of a familiar figure. A figure he has deemed his *Angel*.

She lands gracefully beside him, a figure shrouded in mystery. Yet, for him, she embodies strength, solace, and warmth. Her aura fills the space around him, tickles at his senses in a way that's instantly recognizable, even in the darkness of Gotham's smog.

A gentle hand brushes through his hair, her touch a caress, tender and caring. "There you are," her voice a soothing balm to his raw emotions. He feels her presence, the mere nearness offering a sliver of comfort to his broken spirit.

In the shadows, his solace crouches beside her friend, sensing the turmoil that wracks his body.

Nightwing's initial instinct kicks in, a mixture of surprise and panic as he realizes he's been discovered in his most vulnerable state. The superheroic facade he presents to the world is shattered, exposing the raw, bleeding core of his humanity.

The very thought of burdening her with his failures and shortcomings weighs heavily on him. He's always been the one to save, to lead, to console. The thought of being the one needing rescue is an eerie and unsettling prospect.

Nightwing opens his mouth to protest, to push her away, to defend his honor, but the words stick in his throat. He can't bear to witness the disappointment in her eyes, or the pity that would surely follow.

Instead, he utters the word that's reserved for her alone. "Angel..." The plea is a confession without words, an admission of the depth of his trust in her.

Instead of pulling away, she scoots closer, wrapping her arms around him, a shield against the unyielding darkness that threatens to swallow him whole. Her presence is a beacon of hope, offering a safe haven in the storm that refused to wane.

Angel shakes her head gently, her eyes filled with an understanding that transcends words. Her lips move in a soft, almost imperceptible whisper, weaving a tapestry of comfort through her words.

"Grief, it's a beast, twisting in your gut, aching in places you never thought possible. It's a reminder of the things you can't change, the memories that haunt, the life that slips through the cracks."

Her voice is a lullaby, a rhythmic pattern that guides him through the tempest of emotions. She speaks with the ruggedness of a street-hardened hero and the tenderness of a loving friend.

"But we don't drown in it. We don't let it define us. We let the tears fall, the chest heave, and then we find the strength buried beneath the pain to carry on."

Nightwing listens to her soft words, the wisdom in her voice like a balm to his raw emotions. His thoughts drift back to the time they first met, the war-torn streets of Gotham, a city on the brink of ruin.

He remembers the first time he saw her, the way she moved through the chaos with an almost ethereal grace. She was a beacon of hope in the midst of despair, her emerald eyes sparkling like jewels, piercing the darkness.

In that moment, he knew he would follow her, that she would be his shining star. And so, he called her Angel—not because she resembled the celestial beings but because she represented the light that guided him through life's shadows.

He would never share this with her, this intimate connection that bound them together, a secret that only he held tight to his chest. For in this moment, he realized that Angel's words weren't a fix-all, a panacea to mend all his wounds. They didn't erase the knot in his throat, the heaviness in his heart. But they did something equally profound; they eased the suffocating weight of isolation.

For the first time, he realized he didn't have to face this alone. That he had been surrounded by a network of support, of friends and allies who shared his purpose.

In her arms, he felt anchored, tethered to reality, to the world he fought so tirelessly to protect. A world that was no longer a shadowy, menacing abyss but a place of hope, of potential, of redemption.

And as his sobs subside, leaving behind a silent contemplation, he knows that there will be other battles, other moments of weakness, but he wouldn't face them alone.

In the company of Angel, the moniker 'Nightwing' did not feel like a suffocating mantle that weighed heavily upon Dick's shoulders. Instead, it became a symbol of the partnership they shared, a badge of honor that spoke volumes about their bond.

Angel, with her unwavering support, reminded Dick of the reasons he chose this path in the first place—a desire to protect, to heal, and to stand for justice. Her faith in him, her belief in his abilities, and her unwavering trust in their combined might, breathed new life into the persona he had donned.

Nightwing, the man and the symbol, no longer felt like a burden, but rather the manifestation of his resolve, a testament to his strength, and a beautifully complex reflection of his vulnerabilities. In the presence of Angel, he could be both a hero Gotham needed and the person he needed to be in order to heal from his past.

In the silence that follows, Dick finds himself looking into the eyes of the woman who had become an indispensable part of his life. A man of few words when it came to expressing his gratitude, he finds solace in the simplest of gestures.

He wraps his arm around her, pulling her close, his strong frame enveloping her as he basks in the comfort of her presence. His jaw clenches, the tension a testament to the weight of his emotions. Eventually, he finds the courage to express his gratitude.

"Thank you, Angel." The words are a whisper, sincere and heartfelt. He holds her tighter, as if to etch this moment in his memory, a beacon of warmth in the cold, unforgiving city that they call home.

In that moment, he doesn't need grand speeches or declarations of love, but the simple act of being in her presence. Their bond, forged in the fires of conflict and the camaraderie of friendship, is a testament to the depth of their connection.

He knew he could depend on her, in the darkest hours and brightest victories. She was the calm in the eye of his storm, the beacon of hope that flickered in the shadows.

Together, they stood as guardians of the city, protectors of the innocent, and confidants to one another. Dick Grayson, the young circus performer, and the vigilante known as Nightwing, had found in Angel a companion for life, a partner in crimefighting, and a friend he cherished more than gold.

As they sat on the rooftop, the weight of the world momentarily lifted, Dick knew that he owed her more than he could ever repay. But the debt, he realized, was one he would gladly continue to work off, through every mission, every battle, and every victorious smile they shared. Because in her, he had found not just a comrade but a partner of the heart. And his gratitude, as always, was simple and true: Thank you, Angel.

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Succumb To The Pain

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Word Count: ~1.5k

Warnings: angst, murder by magic

Summary: Your powers go haywire and start affecting others around you, so the best thing Dr. Strange can come up with is keeping you trapped down in his basement until he can figure out a way to get the Mark off you. Dean vows he’ll do anything to save you but you can’t ignore the burning sensation in your body for much longer. You need to kill and you’ll do anything to do it.

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Square Filled: free space (mcuxspn crossover) for @fandombingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

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The best thing for Dean is to go back to Kansas while you stay in New York and figure out what the next steps are for the Mark. At least, that’s what you told Dean when you told him to go. He wanted to stay with you, but you figured you could use this time to reflect on the situation. Plus, Stephen isn’t going to let you out of his sight now that he knows what’s going on with you, so he basically forced you to stay in New York.

Dean calls and you answer with a sigh. It’s cute how much he worries but you’re worried that you’re going to do something to hurt him. You can’t fathom the idea of hurting him which is also another reason why you told him to go. You don’t want to put him in harm’s way, and you know for a fact that it’ll happen if he stays with you.

“Hi, Dean,” you say in a gentle voice.

“Hey, I’m just checking on you. Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine.”

“Listen, if I could beat the Mark, you definitely can. You’re a lot stronger than I am.”

“You turned into a demon because of it. What’s that going to be like for someone like me?”

“It won’t get like that. Dr. Strange will figure a way out of this before it does.”

You want to believe him, but you don’t. You want to feel comfort in his words, but it only makes you more anxious. You look at the tree to your right and frown when you see the wood starting to turn a lighter shade than it normally is. Dean is talking but you don’t hear a word he’s saying because you’re so focused on the tree next to you. There are hundreds if not thousands in Central Park so why is this one sticking out to you?

You walk closer to it and notice the tree getting smaller and smaller all the while getting lighter and lighter. Soon, the leaves fall off and the tree turns back into a seed before disappearing completely.

“I’ll call you back,” you say and hang up on Dean.

You walk around in confusion and look around to see if any of the other trees are doing the same thing. There is an elderly lady feeding the birds with seeds she purchased from one of the stands nearby, and you walk closer to admire what she’s doing. The birds hop over to you to peck at the food near your feet, and your eyes widen when you see them both changing. One of the birds starts to shrink like the tree until it gets to the state it’s in when it’s a baby inside of an egg. The other one gets older until it explodes, and you jump back from the shock.

You immediately run from the area over to the nearest intersection where a bunch of people are waiting to pass. Maybe it’s a good idea to go back to Stephen and report this. God only knows what he’ll do if you keep this from him, too. There is a mother and her small child to your right, and the child is eating ice cream messily.

“Mom? What’s going on?”

You look at the child and see her aging rapidly from a toddler to a teenager to early twenties. The mother stands by with a gaping mouth and wide eyes, unsure how to react to such a thing happening.

“Look at her!” someone else shouts.

The mother of the child de-ages from her forties to early thirties back down to the twenties. You look down at your wrist and catch the green stone shining brightly. You’re doing this. You killed those birds, that tree, and now this family if you don’t get the hell out of here. You back up from the mother and daughter with tears in your eyes.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

“Stop what you’re doing! This is my daughter!” the mother exclaims.

“I’m sorry. I can’t--I’m sorry,” you panic.

You stumble away from everyone and crash into a tree. You turn to see the tree age rapidly, and it gets taller and taller before it shrinks and turns to dust. I gotta get out of here. You don’t wait for the crosswalk to turn green and run right into traffic. Cars slam on their brakes to avoid hitting you but you keep running as fast as you can.

The Sanctum Sanctorum comes into view moments later, and you rush up the porch of the stairs. You grab the door handle only for it to turn back into sheets of metal and scraps. You push the door open and rush inside with panic written all over your face.

“Strange!!!” Stephen appears at the top of the stairs and starts to come down them, but you back up with both your hands out in front of you. “Don’t come near me.” To the left of you are books that explode into sheets of blank paper and blotched ink on the ground, and to the right of you is a bowl of fruits that immediately turns rotten. “Something is wrong with me.”

“Y/N…”

“Please help me.” Stephen conjures his magic and says a spell, throwing that spell at you. It encompasses your entire body, transporting you somewhere else entirely. You’re trapped in a glass tube that’s big enough for you to barely move around. “Stephen? Where am I?”

“You’re safe. That’s all that matters,” Stephen says and walks into the dingy basement.

“What is wrong with me?”

“The Mark is feeding off the Time Stone, and it’s drawing from the energy of the things you de-age and age. Until I can figure out how to get it off you, you need to stay in here.”

You fall back into the glass with a quiet sob. You feel more isolated now than you did before, and you‘re not sure if this feeling is going to go away. You pull you knees to your chest and stare straight ahead as the tears fall, and that’s how you stay there for hours. The door to the basement opens and you look up to see Dean enter. You immediately stand and hold your hand out as if that will warn him to stay away.

“Don’t come near me.”

“Strange says I’m safe from you.” Sadness befalls you, and you look down in shame. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“It’s true, though. I’ve become a monster.”

Dean walks closer to the glass with sorrow written on his face.

“I’m sorry for telling you to take it. I just wanted my brother back.”

“I know. That’s why I did it.” Dean puts his hand over the glass, and you lay yours over his, but the glass cracks under your powers. You recoil back and cry silently. “You should forget about me because I don’t know how long I’ll be trapped like this.”

“I’m not going anywhere. I really like you, Y/N.”

“You like me?” you sniffle.

“Yeah. I want to take you on dates and kiss you, and I can’t do that until you get better. Sam, Cas, and Rowena are here working with Strange to figure out something.”

“Okay,” you nod.

“I may have done this to you, but I’m going to make it better.”

“What if that means destroying me to do it?”

“We’re not going to do that.”

Dean turns and leaves the basement to join the others upstairs. You go back to sitting on the ground without the tears. This time, a headache forms in the back of your head like it’s throbbing for your attention. You grab the sides of your head and ground your fingers into your hair, yanking on the strands as if that will get the throbbing to stop.

“Get out of me head! Get out! Get out!”

You pound your head with your fists and repeat the same two words over and over again. You pull back your wrist and see the green stone shining brightly, begging you to use its power. You look at the crack in the glass and practically hear it calling to you. You stand and put your hand against the crack, allowing your powers to revert the glass back to rocks and pebbles. You escape through the back door without the other’s knowing, and you stumble into the street. You know what you need to do but your heart is telling you not to do it. An older man passes by you on the street but stops when he sees the pain evident on your face.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m so sorry,” you whimper.

You grab the man and allow your powers to flow through him. He ages rapidly until he becomes a mummy in your hands. You breathe in the life you stole, and you fall back into a street sign from the high. You close your eyes from the intense pressure and when you open them, your eyes are nearly pitch black.

“I need more,” you mumble to yourself.

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The Thief And The Fairy.

An Ellie williams x Maleficent!reader au. Part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5

an: finally introduced another character!! i’ve been so excited to get this chapter out just so we could meet her. This one is quite a short one, my apologies. Enjoy!

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A few hours had passed since Y/N had lost her wings, and she decided she shouldn’t let Ellie be her defeat. This was not the end of her story, taking her wings was only the start.

Snow had fallen upon the Moors, and clouds covered the forrest. The winds were heavier and the greens almost turned grey.

Y/N slowly started to get up, almost falling back down from the pain. She used the root of the tree behind her to push herself back up. She stared at the floor for a moment, thinking of what she could use to keep herself stable.

Thankfully, an idea came to her. Reaching down, the once winged girl picked up a twig from the ground. She used her powers to turn it into a long staff, with a large green jewel at the top. She then used the staff as a walking stick, as she wondered through the Moors, however she stumbled over once more. After a few moments, she got back up again.

Hatred and anger filled her face as she walked, she should have never fallen for the tricks of humans. She should have never given in to the temptations of the humans. She should have never welcomed Ellie back so easily.

Y/N found herself upon an abandoned, fallen down castle, where a crow squawked above her, then landing on some brick beside her. The girl used her magic and made the crow fly away.

The next day, Y/N came across a corn field that belonged to a farmer not too far from the Moors. She saw the same crow from last night, caught under a rope net. A dog was barking at it. The farmer laughed with joy.

“Hahaha!! I’ve got yer!!” He said before running off to grab a weapon so he could kill the bird. Y/N stood hidden in the tall grass, observing.

“You wicked bird!” The man yelled, getting ready to swing at it. Before he could do any harm, Y/N whispered a spell.

“Into a man..” She spoke softly, the magic dancing through her fingers and towards the crow.

The crow began to grow vastly, and it’s features became less bird-like and more humane. She stood up within the net, looking at her new body as her feathers quickly disappeared and her wings turned into hands. The farmer gasped, backing up. “It’s a demon!!!” He yelled before running away with the dog.

Once the man was gone, Y/N stepped out from her hiding and towards the bird girl. The girl looked at Y/N and frowned.

“What have you done to my beautiful self?” The girl questioned angrily but calmly.

“Would you rather i let them beat you to death?” Y/N retorted, defending herself. She looked at the bird girl, scanning her face. She was quite pretty. Her features were different to hers as a crow, for now she had long dark blonde hair and blue eyes.

“I’m not certain..” The girl responded, looking over her own body.

“Stop complaining. I saved your life.” The fairy spoke firmly.

“forgive me.” the girl looked down apologetically.

“What do i call you?” Y/N asked curiously.

“Abigail, preferably Abby.” She stated confidently. “And in return for saving my life, i am your servant. Whatever you need.” She announced.

“Wings.” The fairy spoke. Abby looked at her confused, so Y/N rephrased herself.

“I need you to be my wings.” She finished.

The two walked together through the field and towards the abandoned castle from the night prior, before Y/N turned abby back into a crow and sent her to the castle to be her wings and eyes.

At the castle, Ellie’s coronation and wedding to Queen Dina was taking place. Abby spied from an open window in the throne room.

The priest placed the crown on her head and started speaking.

“I present to you, the first of her line, Her royal highness, Queen Ellie.” Ellie stood up upon the priests words, and the town people cheered. After gathering all the information that was needed, Abby made her way back to Y/N.

After Abby explained the news to the fairy, anger bubbled in her blood.

“She did this… to me.. so she would be Queen?” Green flames rose from her staff, and as she screamed, the flames threw upward into the sky, creating a beam of light that all the kingdom and the Moors could see. It created a storm over the Moors, and everything became gloomy and dull. Queen Ellie spotted this from her balcony, she knew that something bad was coming for her.

Y/N finally made her way back to the heart of the Moors, where the people gasped at her.

“Her wings..” Thistlewit whispered sympathetically.

The once winged girl walked towards a tree and sat down. the branches created a spine-like throne where she would spend her time in the near future. Abby, in crow form, sat upon her hand. Two of the Spriggan folk stood by her side, as if they were guarding her. They ordered the people of the Moors to bow down at Y/N, and so they did as they were told.

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In The Cold Of Winter

A/N: takes place after 15.20 (for obvious reasons) & I brought back Jess and Miracle 🤍

(Got this finished for @jacklesversebingo faster than expected )

No beta for this one, all mistakes are mine

Square filled: "You can stop hugging me now." / "No, I don't think I can." Will be in bold

Warnings: none I think, some angst, mostly fluff and Dean&Reader flirting with each other

Word count: ~1k

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You and Dean were slowly strolling outside, hand in hand, in silence. Only sounds heard came from the snow crunching beneath your feet and from Miracle, when he saw a bird or a squirrel to bark at. Otherwise it was quiet and serene. Winter was much colder than usual this year, but it was still beautiful outside with the sun shining brightly in the light blue sky.

“I think I could actually get used to this, you know?” Dean broke the silence. “What do you mean?” You looked at him. His eyes looked exceptionally green in sunshine and cheeks were flushed pink from the cold.

“I could get used to this…Peace. I mean, after everything we've been through, it should be us to get out of hunting now. Maybe it's time for us to start thinking of saving ourselves instead of the world.”

He turned his body fully towards yours and took your gloved hands into his. “Dean, don't take this the wrong way now, but what happened to “going down swinging”?” You asked him teasingly.

God knows, how long have you tried to get him to settle down with you. You knew that both of you wanted to have family, but you also knew neither of you could be at peace, if the other one wanted to keep on hunting.

Dean turned his eyes down in defeat and got quiet. “I almost did.” He looked up and you saw his eyes were glistening. “I almost did go down on that hunt in the barn and…and- and I saw you there and Sam- and I can't do this again to either of you.” Your brain had blocked out that night completely. You couldn't go through that again. Ever.

“Then let's do it, Dean! Let's quit hunting and go live in the woods or I don't even care where. As long as I'm with you.” You whispered excitedly. “Let's just go somewhere else, just the three of us.” A smile came onto his lips as he checked out your stomach.

“I’m not pregnant!” You laughed out loud. “I meant you, me and Miracle. But maybe soon, if you'd still want family.” Dean said nothing when he pulled you into a hug. He held you tight for a long time, and you stood there while Miracle ran around you, trying to get you to play with him. Your legs started to get cold from standing in one spot. “Dean, you can stop hugging me now.” He only tightened his grip around you. “No, I don't think I can.” He whispered. You started to wobble under his weight. “Dean!” You shrieked out loud when he fell backwards into the pile of fresh snow, pulling you down with him.

You pushed yourself up and straddled his hips. “Dean Winchester, was this really necessary?” You scolded him. “I had to get you on top of me some way or another.” Dean shrugged. “And I like when you get bossy.” He added with a grin. “Oh, I know you do. But you know you could’ve just asked nicely, right?” You teased him and lowered yourself enough to be face to face with him. “But where's the fun in that?” He pouted his lips.

For a minute or so, both of you stayed quiet, studying each other's faces. You let your eyes glide over his, admiring every freckle and little scar he had on his nose, cheeks. Every scar on his face was a reminder for you of every monster he had survived. Azazel, Lilith, Lucifer, Michael and the countless other demons, ghosts and werewolves. This man has been through so much in his life. To hell and back. Literally. You thought to yourself. Now it’s finally time for Dean to get out of this dead circle of hunting and leave it behind him. No more ghosts or vampires or wraiths. And you will stay by his side, until the end.

“What are you thinking about?” You asked quietly.

“Nothing much. Just that I love you. But you knew that already, didn't you?” He ran his fingers over your cheek, and gently pulled you down into a kiss. The coldness of his lips and warmth of his tongue chasing after yours gave you a tingling sensation in your lower stomach. Butterflies. After so many years, you still get butterflies every single time he kisses you. It was just dizzying how his lips melted into yours so perfectly. “I love you so much, Y/N L/N. There's nothing that I'd want more than to get out of hunting and start a family with you.” He whispered reassuringly. You laid on top of him and rested your head on his shoulder.

“What do you think Sam says about us retiring?” Dean sighed deeply. “I’m sure Sam and Jess would like to move on with their own lives too, you know? If it wasn't for me all those years ago, they would probably be married with kids already.” He chuckled. You remembered the night you and Dean went to Sam's apartment. You were against it at first but you knew he needed to be told about John going missing, so he could decide for himself if he wanted to get back into hunting or not. To your surprise, he was living with Jess and had already told her everything about his past. And after that night the four of you started hunting together. Jess picked everything up fairly quickly and became a very good huntress. A badass even.

“Let's go home.” You said and started to get up from him. Dean pulled you back down and kissed your neck. “Let's just stay for a minute longer.”

“Dean.” You said playfully. “I am cold and I want to go home and take a shower. You are more than welcome to join but if you'd rather stay here then-” Your words were cut off by a quick kiss he placed onto your lips. “Oh, baby, why didn't you lead with that?” Both of you got up and started walking back to the Bunker. You snuggled closer to Dean, occasionally letting go of each other in turns to throw snowballs for Miracle to catch.

It felt surreal to think that you and Dean finally have a chance to retire and have kids and be happy together.

“Well, I'm telling you one thing: our kids won't hear a word about hunting ‘til they've graduated college, then they can decide what they want to do. Agreed?” You snorted loudly at that. “Yeah, good luck with that.”

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[honey-minded-hivemind]

My serious answer on who Reader's companion in into the Unknown is Scott or Kurt. Both give off older and younger brother vibes. Scott would be a very good straight man to the weird and fantastical things going on, while Kurt is excitable and would continously think something is cool until he is reminded yet again that this place is dangerous and bloodthirsty before screaming.

My Crack answer is Lance, Peter, or Toad because they would be miserable and very vocal about it as they regularly get their butts kicked, and I think that's funny.

Ahaha! All good answers!

Scott would be worried, annoyed, and listing every problem with the world around them. He is hugging Reader at night though, and will fight off a Beast or Witch or Harvest Lord for them. He carries an ax or knife with him (he's wearing a sweater with a pumpkin or birds on it-)

Kurt would keep touching everything, from the black turtles and black birds and black roots and flowers, he's messing around with any sticks or teigs or pieces of candy or food he finds, and is talking the entire time. Reader has to save him from a soul-eating creature, and Kurt is hugging them, shaking, and apologizing. Poor guy is trying to make the best of a bad situation, and he tries to entertain himself amd Reader, it just goes wrong 7/10 times (he's wearing a blue sweater, tan pants, and possibly is wearing a witch's hat or cape, carries a bird companion with them, their version of Beatrice thr Blue Bird)

If it was Lance, poor guy is over it. Nope. No. No way. He did NOT sign up for spooky little towns or demons or the thing that sings in the woods at night. He wants out. He also happens to get into trouble, be it stepping in a pumpkin, having to walk in the rain, or falling flat into mud or a river. Reader is offering him a hand, they're giving him a handkerchief, and they're trying to steer him away from the woods (he's wearing a brown coat with black boots, he was carrying a rock in his pocket)

If it was Todd, oh my... This guy is shrieking, running away, amd using Reader as a shield between him and the frightening creature in the dark (it was a cat, thank heavens-). He hops in the puddles, he carries a frog or toad plush with him, and he's trying to joke and make Reader laugh while not breaking down that they're in a place thats creepy as h*ck (is wearing a frog sweater in pale greens and yellows, has brown jeans or pants, carries a frog/toad plush that gets a lot of names)

If it was Pietro, he's talking every second about how miserable he is. Seriously, where are they, why is it so cold and autumn-vintage-looking, where is some food, are they there yet, why couldn't it be anywhere else, did they hear something singing, wait, is that a bird- Reader is letting him run ahead and check for danger, while they go along with what he says, hoping it calms him down some. Reader tosses fruits and rocks between the two of them in a game of catch as they walk, hoping it takes his mind off their situation (he's wearing a fluffy sweater in pale blues and white, has white or pale tan pants, had a bird necklace on)

(Haha, I love it, @sugar-soda! They're all trying to make do with what they have, it's just hard when you're two kids stuck in the Unknown trying to find a way home (and there's no telephone) with a chill in their bones (are they truly alone?) )

[blu3cl0v3rs]

Badly Summarizing Njnjago

Season 2 Rewrite Edition

TW: SUICIDE ATTEMPT MENTION

the sentences are surrounded by "—"

stay safe :]

"The Ninja" work mininum wage while Meow and Gandalf motorbike off into the sunset. The Devil forces the sneks to work for him, and the snek leaders don't like that, so they try to kidnap Trauma Child. Don't worry, with the magic of ✨️plot convenience✨️, Gandalf and Meow save Trauma Child, and "The Ninja" all get fired. The Devil uses magical lava goop to turn the weapons into a Big Gold Stick-Thing. "The Ninja" meet Brownie, who owns a dojo, and beats Brownie up so they can train there.

The Devil summons pirates, evil Ninja doubles, and a Grundal, and somehow still fails. What a loser. Trauma Child gets aged up with magical tea. The Devil and "The Ninja" time travel and fuck around in the past. The Big Gold Stick-Thing and god's gold weapons from the past are shot into space. For some reason.

Satan's Wife shows up. Instead of actually being a mother for Trauma Child, she's been researching the Green Ninja's destiny. Everyone slow claps for the Best Mother of the Year /s. The Serpentine commit a coup d'etat by literally shoving The Devil out of a helicopter, and Bloo Snek Leader takes over.

Satan's Wife gives a history lesson, and introduced god's greatest mistake: Evil Liquid Cat. Evil Liquid Cat is stranded on the other half of Ninjago that god broke off, which we call the Dim Landmass. Evil Liquid Cat created some indestructible warriors out of stone that we're gonna call the Rockies. Also, you remember the big boi snek that The Devil smacked on the head? Well, the author forgot to mention that it caused big boi snek to fucking explode, and the gooey green remains can animate things. Anyways, the gooey green stuff brings one of the Rockies to life that Satan's Wife found underneath the museum she works at. "The Ninja" trick it into falling into a bottomless pit.

Meanwhile, after the devil got shoved out of a 'copter, he found the Dim Landmass, and Evil Liquid Cat strikes a deal with him. The Devil unlocks a new level of Dim Landmass, now it's not mostly underwater! Satan's Wife hits on Gandalf. The author is disgusted. A bunch of the Rockies are reawakened, and the sneks get locked underground again as the Rockies wreak havoc upon Ninjago City.

—

Gandalf and Satan's Wife literally attempt suicide via jumping out a building window, but "The Ninja" go "nuh uh" and save their asses by catching them on their flying boat the author forgot about last season.

—

The boosters broke, so they sail to the Dim Landmass like how you're supposed to use a ship. Freezy's bird friend gets shot down. Demonic starfish eat some of the boat, and they crash land onto a not-lighthouse prison. SURPRISE! Freezy's dad is somehow alive, fixes their ship, and they fly away to the Dim Landmass.

Meanwhile, Evil Liquid Cat and The Devil scoop up a bunch of evil galaxy mud, and are using it to create a super weapon. "The Ninja" get caught trying to sneak in and escape, then they go there with Satan's Wife to try to get the devil's fancy new hat and escape, but not before Meow gets kidnapped and experimented on.

One dramatic hero speech later, and "The Ninja" try to defeat the devil again.

They fail. The devil gets possessed by Evil Liquid Cat, and Trauma Child gets physical trauma as well as emotional trauma! I would say baby's first traumatic experience, but Satan's Wife abandoning him and his entire time at Darkley's takes that title.

Ninjagoans(?) get turned evil, and the possessed devil and his army of Rockies go to Ninjago. Turns out the possessed devil has worse aim than the Storm Troopers and somehow manages to miss Brownie like 20 times. Then, the possessed devil decides to fuck it and uses Russian bombing tactics of "if you have shit aim, just shoot bigger ones in the general area" and launches evil mist everywhere.

The color coded dumbasses have their hero speech as the author spends way too much time looking at the sand physics, and holy shit god had a mech??? Anyways, "The Ninja" fly back to Ninjago, fight the Rockies, and get evil-possessed??? All except for Trauma Child, who unlocks God's fighting style and light beams the everloving shit out of his possessed satan father, which literally blasts the demonic purple blob AND the devil out!

Now, we're left with the world saved, a DILF, and said DILF's brother's dumbass students.

The End.

Or is it?? You'll see next time when I post Season 3!

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[iamchaos1234]

Day 11 June of Doom: I'm not okay (alternative prompt) (mentions of death and abuse)

Luz took Hunter's hand in hers, dragging him out of the house. "H-hey! I don't wanna-" he squeeked, but was cut off by Luz rolling her eyes.

"You've been hiding inside all day Hunter, you need to touch some grass." She said with a hint of sarcasm, but her intent was genuine.

Hunter groaned, running a hand down his scarred face as Luz yanked him out the door and shut it with her foot behind them.

"And, there's a pretty place I've been meaning to show you near the lake anyways." Luz rambled, holding on firmly to Hunter's wrist, him stumbling to keep up.

It had been a week since everything ended. Since they got back to the demon realm, since they finished off Belos for good. And it had been... hectic, to say the least.

Camila had given Luz the weak off from school to help out with fixing the Boiling Isles, Vee easily filling in for her while she got her bearings and tried to fix things up. It would be a lot of work with the condition the place is in...

Hunter had been helping too obviously. Using the newly made portal, curtly of King, he had been switching between staying with Darius and Camila. He loved his friends and the Boiling Isles, just... too many memories for him to process at the moment.

He tried to keep up as Luz scampered down the diety path towards the lake hidden in the forest behind the shed. Hunter remembered him and his friends came down here while they were stuck in the human realm, playing around in the water and having a picnic by the side.

The thought of being remotely near water sent a shiver up his spine. Thankfully Luz took to a different route which included climbing up a steep slope. Thankfully, due to Hunter's experience and Luz's adventurous nature they both managed fine getting up the slope.

Luz gently pulled him over to an overlook of the lake. The view was beautiful, the view of the forest and lake below them.

"It's... beautiful." Hunter murmered, his eyes shinning slightly. Luz glanced over at him with a small smile. He hadn't shown much positive emotion since he was possessed and...

Luz sat down in the soft green grass, brushing a hand through the small wild flowers and ground cover. Hunter copied her, sitting down pressing his back gently against hers.

Both looked out at the scenery, birds twittering to one another, the wind brushing through the trees. Both Luz and her brother were just wearing socks, having run out of the house without another thought.

Hunter had been acting really disconnected since the Halloween hayride, since Belos took him over, since he killed Flapjack. Of course he was happy, Belos was gone! It was finally over, him and his friends, they could live peacefully now!

So why was that pit of guilt gnawing at his heart feeling worse than before? Why did he just want to sleep all day, yet he never slept because of the nightmares that plagued him.

"Hunter... you've been acting odd lately. I-... I know it's been hard... I just, are you doing alright?" Luz murmered, glancing back at him a bit worriedly.

There was a long period of silence where neither spoke. Hunter contemplated the question. Was he alright? He should be. Everything was far better than before, the Boiling Isles was saved! So why did he feel so terrible, like something was missing?

Luz nudged him in the back gently. "Hunter?" She questioned, leaning her head back a bit to look at him better.

Hunter dug his nails into his palms. He should keep it hidden. She shouldn't have to worry, she's already been through so much. But Camila's words rang in his head, "Refusing help may hurt them more in the end".

"I-... I'm not okay..." he murmered. Another pause.

"So much has happened... i- I should be happy, shouldn't I? We finally defeated Belos, we're safe now... but somethings eating at my heart a-and it hurts and I know it shouldn't but-" Hunter cut himself off when Luz took his hand in her own, giving it a gentle squeeze of reassurance.

"Take it easy Hunter. I get it, it's alright." She said gently. "You... didn't get much time to process Flapjack's death... it makes sense that it hurts..." she said gently, resting her head against his.

"It'll take a while to feel alright again... losing someone hurts, and the grief won't go away... but with time, it'll be easier." She said, shutting her eyes.

Hunter sighed quietly, tearing up a bit. "I don't want to burden you all... w-we have to fix the Boiling Isles, and I just-" Luz cut him off with a gentle squeeze to his hand.

"Don't worry Hunter..." she said gently, opening her eyes and gazing out at the view.

"We have all the time in the world"

@juneofdoom

[zahri-melitor]

I want to ask you about a bunch, but you know what, let's start with the big one: Chuck Dixon

That IS a big one, given I just opened LOCG and it told me I've read 450 Dixon issues. And then while I was compiling this list I realised I was missing issues and it went up. But okay, let's see what I've got here:

I have 20ish runs to rank here. In terms of Robin and Birds of Prey I've just declared all the one-shots and minis to be a single run, but I've subdivided Batman. Why? Dixon was writing the former as a continuous storyline and the latter not.

20. Batman: Bane of the Demon 1998: I had to think hard about this one but I'm putting Bane of the Demon at the bottom of the list for a number of reasons, including: it's all about Bane; it's tragically actually necessary context to follow how the story gets from Knightfall to Legacy; it's something I really hate, a late fill to provide more context on an earlier storyline that wasn't properly explained at the time; Ra's randomly deciding to marry Talia off to Bane because Bane broke the Bat; nobody is having fun here.

19. Bane: Conquest 2017: shocking I know that I ranked a 12 issue series about Bane above the 4 issue series about Bane, but this is slightly better than the earlier one in terms of Bane of the Demon is actually important context to read and I despise that fact, while Conquest is just chest-puffed Bane nonsense nobody really is ever going to read. It can be as stupid as it likes as nothing will ever turn on this.

18. Catwoman 1993 #15-37: I don't particularly enjoy the version of Selina that Dixon writes. I haven't read all the issues of this run yet but of the ones I have read there certainly are a bunch of storylines that had Dixon Opinion on board and some very questionable plot points. (Why was blackmailing people with the help of ancient Nazi necessary, Dixon?)

17. Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight #142-145: This is the Bruce and Joker story where Bruce deliberately puts Joker in a Lazarus Pit to save his life and it temporarily cures Joker's madness. I am fascinated by its contribution to Lazarus Pit lore. I also don't particularly rate it as a story.

16. The Psyba-Rats 1995 and Young Justice 1998 #8 (the Psyba-Rats issue): Why do these exist. Most Bloodlines characters suck, I'm sorry, and the Psyba-Rats are no different.

15. The Huntress 1994: This is probably my least favourite Helena run, actually. It's just such an awkward bridge between the 1989 run and the way Helena's used in the Bat books after this.

14. Batman #560-562: Bruce Wayne Goes To Washington: I really want to like this run and I think it's an interesting concept in Road to No Man's Land. Unfortunately it also has Nicholas Scratch and he sucks. So much. Such a halfhearted handwave of an excuse for why No Man's Land is approved. (Also Dixon would hate the parallels I can draw between Scratch and Trump).

13. Batman and the Outsiders 2008 #1-10: I am not a huge fan of this run, in that I think it's a bit all over the place and Dixon doesn't have a great grasp on a bunch of the characters, but you know what it does have? Cass and Tatsu together, and some really sweet Rex moments, so I'm ranking it here.

12. Green Arrow & Green Lantern - I think I'd better break this down as 'I've read the Emerald Allies trade' which is Connor and Kyle hanging out together. They're fine. Dixon is a man supremely unaware of the implications of things he writes. I think he writes the two of them having a sweet friendship. Not his best work.

11. Man-Bat 1996: So this is Aaron Langstrom's origin story, and is darker and messier than people might expect from some other Aaron appearances. I have a massive soft spot for it as it gave us Aaron. Your mileage will probably vary.

10. Batman #467-469: It's the Edmund Dorrance reunion storyline! I am ranking this separately and higher because I am trash for that white idiot, King Snake, and every time he goes mwahaha I did not REALLY die I perk up and enjoy him being terrible and appropriative again.

9. Detective Comics #644-729: Look, I will fight anyone over this. Dixon's work on 'Tec runs through multiple important 1990s events from Knightfall to Road to No Man's Land. The events are great! The rest of the stories in between are fine. He's honestly stronger when he's writing other characters in terms of I think he has a bit more flexibility to worldbuild.

8. Batgirl 2000 #12, 20, 30-32: aka Chuck Dixon wants Cass to like Steph. It's very noticeable when you separate these out and look at them separately what Dixon was trying to do here (get a friend for his beloved Steph). They're cute. I have a soft spot for these stories.

7. Robin: Year One: Despite this being more integrated with Nightwing and the stories Dixon was telling, I just think this wasn't as good at Batgirl. Maybe because it's more episodic.

6. Batman/Wildcat 1997: I wish I could rank this higher but there's just more important stuff coming. This is just a straight adrenaline shot of the most 90s Bat comics ideas all stuffed into one storyline. I adore it.

5. Joker: Last Laugh: why are you so good. It shouldn't work, but it does. The amount of brainrot this event has given me over the years, both in terms of the events in it and the way characters interact.

4. Batgirl: Year One 2003: Barbara my beloved. I adore this revamp of her origins, including updating a bunch of older storylines and reworking the timeline to fit events together. It's a visual feast. Probably his best miniseries work of the lot.

3. Nightwing 1996 #1-70: Dixon builds modern Dick Grayson from the ground up, gives him a city, his own supporting cast, and sets him up to have supported ongoing solos for the last 28 years. It's incredible work.

2. Birds of Prey 1999 #1-46 plus one shots and Manhunt: I had to fight with myself over the order of these, but Babs and Dinah get number 2. I adore them. They're such fun secret agent stories. Dixon has no understanding of the implication's he's built in. He gave two extremely sidelined characters the pages for the future others wanted for them.

1. Robin 1993 #1-100, Robin I, II & III: we are doing the big one all together. We don't have the Tim that I love without Dixon. As Dixon builds Tim's story he builds the Bat Family. I can't get over how much it does.

[at-the-end-of-extinction-fic]

Do you have any personal HCs (whether they’re official for your fic or not) about the Hazbin crew’s human versions?

I’ve seen some fun ones referencing their forms in the show. Like Angel/Molly having poor eyesight because spiders do, Husk being inexplicably good at climbing, Sir Pentious having a prosthetic leg that he built himself, or Carmilla Carmine being a ballet dancer at some point in her life.

(So sorry if this turns out to be a wall of text,  I’m on mobile + I just found this fic yesterday and I’m a little obsessed lol.)

Oooh man this is kind of hard to answer, but also fun to think about!

I don't know that I've really got anything that references their demons forms except for Carmilla having been a ballet dancer at some point as that's a personal headcanon for the show and canon in the fic and I headcanon that Alastor occasionally has a 'freeze'/'deer in the headlights' reaction when faced with unforseen danger. I also headcanon/it's canon for the fic that Husk does not really like cats (or animals in general) but cats looooove him. When he was living in Vegas, he got a lot of dead birds dropped on his porch as 'gifts'.

And a few random ones I have for their human selves: Alastor has awful eyesight, but Vox has great vision/has never needed glasses. Lucifer has an occasional lisp from a botched tongue piercing and hates milk. Rosie used to be awful with plants but gained a sudden green thumb after her first husband passed. Lilith cannot cook to save her life, but is a great baker, and Lucifer is the opposite. Angel loves piercings, but has bad reactions to most metals. Adam has a massive phobia for snakes and centipedes/millipedes.

That's about all I can think of off the top of my head!

(No worries at all!! I'm so glad you're enjoying the fic and ty for the ask!!)

[velvette3]

WARNING: MENTIONS OF ABUSE, SENSITIVE TOPICS, MENTIONS OF DEATH(ETC) (and a very long post)

Front^

Back (with color, and up close)^

More information^

More up close/informational doodles^

WHAT ALL THE TEXT SAYS:

First page:

Raven (Luna) Information Sheet [Helluva Boss + Hazbin Hotel OC/self insert/]

Desc: wavy/long/black hair (reaches to mid calf when all the way down). Normally in a side braid (braid reaches waist). Bangs normally fall loose. Dark green eyes (scar over left eyebrow to chin. Left eye is lighter in some spots than left. Eyes glow a bright neon green when using powers). 6’8”ft/203.2 cm (very short for the average demon). 7ft wing span (213.36 cm). Wings are black and silver feathered. Pale skin (with many scars). Black claws/talons (black fades up arms).

Personality/occupation: Doctor (formerly). Cold and discloses from others. Very underestimated in both AU’s (I can’t make up my mind on which backstory I like better atm). Self-isolates, doesn’t belong in hell. Poor self-esteem & has depression. Thinks she has hurt people by failing/being unable to save everyone. Thinks she is nothing without her powers. The listener friend (if she even has friends).

Backstory: Father (Zane) was a mafia boss in lifetime. Mother (Anne) was shot in the head and killed by “Raven”s (Luna’s) father. Luna and her sister (Lily) were “sold around” to strangers for anything and everything. She had her sister get married off instead of herself in order to protect her. Father was abusive to all 3 siblings (Luna “Raven”, Lily, and Ethan). Luna smuggled her older brother Ethan out of the country so he wouldn’t have to take over the “family business”. Was brutally beaten for it. Was presumed dead, but survived said beating. (Beating was by her father). Loved her last three years (from 18-21) being a doctor. Was murdered @21 by her father. Stabbed in the gut.

Afflictions: during her time as a doctor she either A.) Sold her soul to Valentino to ensure her siblings went to heaven, or B.) failed to summon him and make a deal, then turned around and kidnapped children from abusive or unsafe homes. Either way, each path ended her up in hell.

Sins: A.) sold soul, B.) “kidnapped” children. Was forced to sell drugs for her father when alive. Tried to kill her father in self defense before she was murdered.

Second page:

By head: multiple piercings. Bird feather markings around eyes. Two silver streaks in hair

To the side: height chart, wing span chart. Powers: teleportation, fire, flight, brief mind control, telekinesis. Claws color fade up arms.

Bottom: “Luna changed her name to Raven to match her new demonic form, but mainly to hide from her abusive father once he arrived in hell.”

PAGE ONE: DONE.

I will make a part two for the second page of information (shown above) and link it in a reblog.

[undergrounddweller89]

Acylius sat quietly at his desk, the room lit with candles , casting a warm glow in his study, papers neatly stacked on the oak desk, his ebony feathers shimmering, showing tints of blue and green, a quill scratching across parchment.

His heart was heavy he hated today...he resented it.

He on this day would send the servants away, no one was allowed to make an appointment with him unless it was a dire emergency and even then , people learned on this day...his usual soft gentle demeanour was sour and blunt.

Or at the very least there seemed to be something dark and depressive.

The servants made their guess's, their rumors about today, but no one knew...he set down the quill....he couldn't focus on the important paper work Infront of him, the weight in his chest was too much. His body felt heavy, perhaps bed was best , he could sleep and just let this day be over with.

With a gentle breath the candles flickered out.

Today had felt like an eternity, with it's endless silence, Acylius pushed back in his chair and stood, making his way over to the window where moonlight poured in, his four black eyes glinting as if they were filled with stars, his white face glowing , looking up and just admiring all that vast beautiful emptiness within the night sky, he felt so separated from the rest of the world in this place of solitude, one of his own making.

Just for today, he needed it for today...he couldn't take being disappointed today...he couldn't take being let down on a day that was supposed to be happy....he'd rather it was like this, he would rather it hurt...turning away from the window he didn't notice the man who'd seen him standing there, who knew just enough about him...to know something wasn't right...even he'd been asked to leave on this day last year...he'd thought nothing of it but when it happened this year...

Jack knew where the back door entrance was, where the secret key was kept that could only respond to people who had been given permission to use it.

He hadn't been pulled back into this age old time without futuristic tech but full of magic just to stand back and do nothing, he wasn't going to ignore the being that had pulled him from that vault , all that fire and ash , who'd healed him from the madness and eridium poisoning...

He'd observed the world Acylius was in and at first he hadn't seen it but with more and more time he saw how people took from the bird demon, how happy they were to have his help and never ask if he needed something...no something definitely wasn't right if out of all the days this one in particular seemed to change Acylius's mood like this...

Down the hall Acylius's tail feathers dragged, he was already starting to undress , he didn't really need clothes for bed considering his body was covered in silky soft feathers. The windows turned dark as he walked by. Upon reaching his room his clothes folded in his arms.

Entering he set down the folded items and made his way to his bed, curling up and sinking into its softness, if only he could sink into it deeper, sink into that pain and just remember nothing else , nothing to contrast it so he didn't know he was in pain, so he didn't know his heart ached...his eyes closed he let out a few pained sobs only to be startled as he heard a voice, trying to forcefully wipe away his tears he finally noticed the man sitting from across the bed on his high backed chair.

"I'm fine Jack...I...wasn't you going to see your daughter ..."

Jack stared at him, again that was another thing this being had done for him, he'd saved her, healed their family...well it was a work in progress but still...and here he was alone crying ...and still not thinking of himself.

"Lulu shut up...you know she's out travelling at the moment, you're not fine."

He climbed on the bed next to him, he was so much smaller than the demon he was sitting next to , gently wiping away his tears and cradling Acylius's head as he stroked over his feathers.

"Come on Princess, tell me what's wrong?"

Acylius just curled up more for a moment, he said nothing, he didn't want to and when he felt Jack shift , a part of him felt terrified he would leave and pulled him down by his leg to cuddle close. He held him against his chest. Jack settled against the larger body and put his arm and leg around him, just to hold Acylius closer, hold onto him tighter.

"If I tell you ...don't pity me...just stay quiet and don't let go..."

Acylius practically whispered, his voice cracking again as an arm wrapped around Jack's back.

"Yeah...I promise..."

"I was born..."

After that Acylius said nothing.

It took Jack a moment to realise what he meant, oh it was his birthday...what the hell had happened to him in his life to make him reject this day so much...he'd let it go for now....but right now....he'd give Acylius what he wanted , what he needed.

He kissed his neck softly and nuzzled him

"Hey kiddo...."

"I'm hundreds of years older than you."

Lulu murmured.

"Yeah yeah...just ... I'm happy...you were... actually...more than happy, I'm thankful...I don't believe in all that religious god shit...but if there's something out there ...I'm thankful for you...I'm happy I get to hold you now ...that I got my daughter back..."

Acylius looked at him to show he was listening.

"I told you to be quiet Jack."

The bird demon pulled him just a little closer though , Jack just smiled and stroked the feathers on Acylius's back, the comfort of his warmth and gentle strength.

A another few moments silence passed between them and this time it was Acylius to break it.

"I'm thankful for you to... thank you Jack...are you alright with just staying like this tonight?"

Jack nodded and squeezed him affectionately and that was all the answer Acylius needed , closing his eyes, his listened to Jack's heart beat and the soft sound of his breathing, today...while it may not be perfect...today was a happy birthday.

[sam-glade]

Find the Words Tag

Tagged by @andromedaexists here and @amewinterswriting here - thank you both💜

I'll pass it onto: @thewardenofwinter @chayscribbles @talesfromaurea @theprissythumbelina with words: heart, square, blind, shape.

From @andromedaexists: PEACE, MIND, SATISFY, & LOVE

PEACE

The gateway spat the three of them onto an open stretch of heathland, dry, green, and empty. Biting wind tumbled over the hills aimlessly. The sun was dipping towards a patch of coniferous woods — a dark smudge on the landscape. Few birds cried in the distance, but otherwise the area appeared deserted. Peaceful.

MIND

As Gullin explained the situation, gradually divulging more and more details, Varré’s head spun. They had wondered what would make the resident prodigy ask for help — not to request the services of another unit, as was well within his rights, but to outright admit that something was beyond him. Well, it appeared that it took an act of treason, an unethical experiment performed on a civilian, and a mind-bending Sword. Amazing.

SATISFY

Ianim demonstrated the movements with infinite patience, and corrected Lissan’s position and the way he held the dull practice sword, arranging Lissan’s limbs with gentle nudges and inevitably making his cheeks flush. You’d want his hands on other parts of you, wouldn’t you? the demon hissed, and Lissan winced away from Ianim. Ianim looked at him in a silent question, but didn’t press. From then on, he avoided physical contact without a word or even an odd look, and Lissan had to accept that it was for the best. It let him focus on the training. It wasn’t an enthralling activity, to repeat the same movement over and over, dozens upon dozens of times, but there was something satisfying about getting it to feel right.

LOVE

“I’d love to give this report to the First Brigadier, Emerald, I really would. Thing is, he seems to be unreachable,” Catnip deadpanned when they’d asked her for an update. That was a fair point, Varré supposed, looking at her with narrowed eyes. Well, shit. They really should have had discussed it with Gullin before taking off. “I’ll relay to him everything you tell me, Catnip,” they promised first. “I also need to visit the Archives, and it was simpler for one of us to make the trip.” “Oh, sure thing, sir. It just got me wondering where our dear little Greenbird’s flown off to.” Varré gave her a withering look. “That’s classified.” She grinned. “Of course it is, sir.”

~*~

From @amewinterswriting: terror, scrape, rustle and tear.

TERROR

Lissan nudged [the children] towards their home and skidded off the causeway, onto the fields, slipping on mud and soggy shrubs, and ignoring all instincts screaming at him to save himself. He walked sideways in the direction they came from, away from the children. The demon’s eyes — four of them — followed him. Lissan yelled, throwing his arms in the air and waving madly, a wordless, primal scream, into which he poured all of his terror. The Dark One charged.

SCRAPE

Gullin dropped to the ground before the remaining stones fell, and flattened himself on his stomach, covering his head with his hands. A shockwave rolled over him not a second later. Clumps of moss, torn up shrubs, and smaller stones pelted his back and hands. And yes, ash. He stayed in place, pressed to the ground by wind strong enough to squeeze the breath out of him. He was going to end up with some scrapes and bruises but nothing requiring a Healer’s attention.

RUSTLE

Rustle of fabric and quiet clicking of heels told him that Gullin stood up. His heart pounding, Lissan sat up on the cot. “Wait! Please,” he called. There was alertness in Gullin’s posture, too familiar from all the sparring in the snow-covered meadow, and so Lissan stayed sitting, feet on the floor, keeping his distance. Not being threatening. Gullin relaxed somewhat. “Can I speak to General Anthea?” Gullin blinked at him and stammered: “You want me to get the Chief Strategist, the First Prince to pay you a visit?” Lissan’s heart fell. Put this way, it sounded ridiculous. He bowed his head, desperate to block out the Nameless’s snickering.

TEAR (asking about the Dark Ones)

“But what are they? Where do they come from?” Lissan pressed as he counted off two more transitions. “We don’t know,” Master Varré said with a shrug. Lissan shot them an unhappy look. “Oh, sure, they tear the Aethereal Fabric that separates this earthly plane from the Underworld, and hop over to prey on our life force, but I can’t say we know what they are.” “Really, sir?” “What, you want me to tell you fairy tales of the Days of Darkness? Or regurgitate the philosophers’ speculations how the Dark Ones are the antithesis of life or how they’re what becomes of evildoers when they die?”

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Gotham Knights 1x07 "Bad to Be Good"

Thank you to the writers, Allegre Rodriguez & Michelle Furtney-Goodman.

Loved this ep overall. Also bless this series for how it films Misha Collins. Who is himself a work of art.

Following on that theme from the past few eps, Cullen's concern about saving the painting from the black market, where it would wind up hidden from public eyes, is very community-minded of him. He also genuinely cares about the role of art. Steph also takes this up, as we're told they talked about "the importance of art." But also during their coffee and art talk, found a link to their immediate interests and needs.

Harper wonders why she or the Knights should care about works of communal value. She only gets interested when Steph tells them the paintings were all owned by Alan Wayne, which is a link to the Court of Owls. Harper needs a specific and immediate purpose link that involves self-preservation or protecting people she's close to before she cares. Cullen and Steph see a bigger picture but are also motivated by the specific interest and needs, they do both.

Carrie and Duela are a really fun chaos duo, opposites conspiring together and bickering the whole time. Carrie's judging-you-both faces at Eunice and Duela, the epic eye-rolls, Carrie regretting all her life choices, Carrie's thinking FML how did I wind up in this mess. And then Duela eye-rolling over Carrie. Comedy gold. The beginnings of that friendship was unexpected. They're demonstrating different points on the morality and ethics scale. This show has a lot of moral relativism. "Potato, tomato, little bird." Carrie was morally right, but wrong in this situation, Duela isn't ethical, but Duela's antics allowed them to save Detective Green's family.

Eunice stabbing Duela's hand with the ballerina from her music box was very hard core.

Turner seems like he's emerging as more of a leader in this ep. He's also using the bat-toys. Following his dad's legacy, but in his own way, not trying to be Batman.

I immensely enjoy how Misha plays every scene in this like the lead in a classic Hollywood noir or suspense thriller. He's got some great Jimmy Stewart, Cary Grant, Humphrey Bogart vibes going on. That shot of the cordless phone ringing, looming ridiculously large in foreground, is also vintage Hollywood, Hitchcock kind of style. Misha has the range, the gravitas, and the camera adores him. And Harvey's a whole meal of a character here (on top of being an absolute snack), one of the few decent Gotham leaders, a regular guy in over his head, wondering if he's going mad, trying to solve the mystery, plagued by his inner demons, while being a good person, but shadows over his shoulder.

Lauren Stamile does a great job playing Rebecca March. Her role here is the femme fatale of classic Hollywood. Vulnerable, sincere, yet a touch dangerous. Doesn't mean Rebecca is lying. But anyone who's watched some of those old films knows there could be some plot twists. I wonder where this arc is going to lead.

Steph tending to Harper's wound outside the warehouse and in the end scenes. Their cute flirting. The little smiles. After Harper saved Steph from mobster bullets, Steph taking care of Harper's bullet wound. Enemies to reluctant allies to sorta kinda friends to lovers? Yes please.

Cressida going to Harvey for help...might be sincere. It's looking like all of Gotham is in deadly peril, so much so that Cressida's fear for the fate of millions is overcoming her fear for herself. If the Court's bigger picture plans are a lot more dire than just controlling Gotham financially and socially. Something has scared her badly. Or it's another ploy.

That's one of the fun things about this series, there's a lot of layers, and secrets inside secrets and things not being what they seem.