#scraw

[the0dd-artist]

RAAAAAA

Oh the joys of being sick and drawing people’s characters. Character belongs to @mxmarsbars .

[bonusdragons]

December 23, 2023:

Sky Primary, Wildclaw, Keel.

Kithay of Scraw's Tidal Refuge!

[phae-touched]

This seagull voiced ass bitch.

[purpleleavesday]

Drew a couple of aa characters in fun dresses because Felt like it

I was gonna do more but ran out of energy so. There might be more of these tomorrow or something wuajfha

[scrawdragon]

one of my favorite Grimbek headcannons that i’ve come up with is that when Torbek’s anxiety is particularly bad, Gricko would essentially act as a weighted pillow/stuffed animal. He’d let Torbek carry him around like a child with a teddy bear for as long as he needed to. Gricko would either lay on Torbek’s chest or let him hold him to his chest. It was simple, and more cuddling than anything else, but Torbek would find Gricko’s weight both comforting and grounding to him. :)

[penistparker]

sonic sketch i compltely forgot about

[gorgugplushie]

this screenshot i took of ally while watching ap is killing me

[itzphynix]

Fucking trying to impress birds, rn. Not going well.

[duskythesomething]

Elara (my Scrawei): only takes 2 potions to get to a really nice color set, super happy with it and may only consider changing it way in the future

also Elara: eats almost 100k of material potions trying to make her chest fur GLASS

[numbaoneflaya]

Guess who just got payed back the money owed to me 💯💯💯😎😎

[parasolemn]

Today I learned "redfems" (marxist radical feminists) were real and I cannot stop laughing but if you are transphobic no no touchy my posts pleasies

[Image description: The first image is a digital painting of Visual Calculus' skill portrait in Disco Elysium. Text reads: "VISUAL CALCULUS - The cold sea breeze stings your face as you step on the boardwalk. The body is gone, but something still lingers in the air. And high above it, against the stars..." End text. The portrait then fades into a dark night sky. The second image continues from the first with the same night sky. Text reads: "VISUAL CALCULUS - A luminous wheel of pleasure and all things bright, its wooden frame creaking in the wind. Twelve red cabins form a circle that stretches from the engines below to the flocks of seagulls up in the sky. INLAND EMPIRE [Medium: Success] - The mirage looks both sad and glorious in the mist, like an insect trapped in glass." End text. Green and blue lines from Visual Calculus' portrait twist around an orange, blue and purple projection of a ferris wheel. Behind it, the sun emerges in a bright burst of colour. Harry Du Bois looks up at it, amazed; Kim Kitsuragi looks at him in concern. Text reads: "YOU - 'You don't see it?' KIM KITSURAGI - 'See what?' The lieutenant looks around uncomfortably." End ID]

[ireallylikehickorysticksyay]

I NEED TO CHOMP CHUNK AND SWALLOW LIKA RAPTAH

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[scoonsalicious]

Unwanted: Chapter 13, Uncomfortable - Pt. 3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language,

Word Count: 374

Previously On...: You've realized this situation with Bucky and Jade can not go on. After checking the Tower's systems, the only thing you've found that Jade's been looking through is Bucky's old records.

A/N: Another shortie; sorry! I'm a Hudson River Girl, so I LOVE the Hudson River School, and Church is particularly close to my heart. This is the painting in question.

Banner By: The absolutely amazing @mrsbuckybarnes1917!

Thank you to all those who have been reading; if you like what you've read, likes, comments, and reblogs give me life, and I truly appreciate them, and you!

Taglist: (Please let me know if you’d like to be added!) @jmeelee @cazellen @blackhawkfanatic @les-sel @marcswife21 @buckybarnessimpp @mrsbuckybarnes1917 @erelierraceala @hayjat @capswife @itsteambarnes @jupiter-107 @marygoddessofmischief @sebastians-love @learisa @lethallyprotected @rabbitrabbit12321 @buckybarnesandmarvel @fanfictiongirl77 @calwitch @fantasyfootballchampion @selella @jackiehollanderr @wintercrows @sashaisready @missvelvetsstuff @angelbabyyy99 @keylimebeag @maybefoxysouls @vicmc624 @sashaisready @j23r23 @wintercrows @crist1216 @cjand10 @doublejeon @pattiemac1

You made your way back to your room, trying to decide what you wanted to do for dinner, and assuming you’d be on your own for it. By now, you and Bucky were supposed to be dining along the Hudson River, getting ready to drive out into the mountains for your stargazing. Instead, he’d be sitting at Jade’s bedside and you’d be wondering how much longer you were gonna put up with this shit, as Sam so eloquently put it.

When you entered your room, you gasped. Propped up against the foot of your bed was a canvas painting– Frederic Edwin Church’s Moonlight in the Tropics, from his Twilight in the Tropics series– with a red bow stuck to the corner. You’d been a fan of the Hudson River School of painting since the first time Tony took you to see an exhibition years ago, and Church was your favorite by far. 

You slowly approached the canvas, almost afraid to get too near it. The last time it had gone up at auction, you knew it had fetched over $1.2 million. This had to be a reproduction. Tentatively, you reached out a hand and delicately traced a fingertip over the brushstrokes. If it was a reproduction, it was damned good. 

You gently pried off the bow to find a note. In Tony’s messy scraw, you read:

‘I’m so sorry, Pocket. I never should have dragged your personal business in front of the team like that. I hope you can forgive me.

Tony.

PS- Yes, the it’s real deal’

You sighed and shook your head. Tony fucking Stark. You pulled out your phone.

>> You’re a fucking dumbass.

IronBossMan: Apology accepted, I take it?

>> You’re lucky you’re family.

IronBossMan: Yes, I am. Very much so.

>> How’s Rhodey?

IronBossMan: Good. Stable. Hasn’t woken up yet, but Banner’s hopeful for a full recovery.

>> Good. I’m glad.

IronBossMan: Me, too.

>> Goodnight, Boss.

IronBossMan: Goodnight, Kiddo.

You’d have to get the tools necessary to hang it up in the morning. For now, you propped it up on your desktop. Crawling onto your couch, you tucked your knees under your chin and held them to your chest while you stared at the painting. Not his most expensive apology, but far more meaningful to you than the Ferrari. 

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[penistparker]

oc sketches they're very silly

Mina the Jiangshi, Grey and Kass, Ross being bothered by Harri, and Vicky being ominous (molly aint picking it up)

text:

writing in the corner with Mina says "motherfucker"

Molly: "Heyyy, Vic-Vic, wanna get some fro-yo?"

Vicky: "The prophecy is going to get all of us"

Molly: "haha you're so funny let's go!"

Vicky: "I'm not joking" (She is not.)

[terramcgarden]

PFFFFFT

you just got press crow'd. reblog to instantly press crow your friends

[starwriterulia]

Perversity and Loathing - Chapter 3

CONTAINS HEAVY SUBJECT MATERIAL THAT MAY TRIGGER READERS WITH ANXIETY, DEPRESSION AND PTSD. SOME CHAPTERS CONTAIN 18+ CONTENT.

WHILE THIS CHAPTER DOES NOT CONTAIN NSFW SCENES, IT DOES CONTAIN DISCUSSION OF MATURE CONTENT THAT IS UNSUITABLE FOR MINORS.

This is a reboot of Tomb of the Goshenite Stargazer Dragon. (post)

Fandoms: DC Comics, Batfamily, Thalassic Space (OC)

Characters (In order of appearance): Bruce Wayne (Batman), Barbara Gordon (Batgirl), Dick Grayson (Nightwing), Faith Lawson (self-insert), Ghouls (Nero Spirits in the form of jumspcare people), Nerobzal (OC, Fallen Angel, big bad guy of Thalassic Space), Clark Kent (Superman)

Word Count: 3327

TW: Spooky content warning, and the things that the entity who appears in the kitchen says some pretty dark stuff regarding Faith. Please correct me if I missed anything!

A/N: Holy shit, I fucking cooked. I found a little continuity error in the last chapter, lol. I forgot about the notepad, pencil and pencilcase of pencil crayons that Batman fetched for Faith. He has now put them on the bed, and they just stay there. :p Also, part of Chapter 4 is already written, since I realised the important events of this chapter ended when Bruce when into the servery to finish talking over the phone to Clark in private lol. Chapter 4 will be cozy, but I tell my real life story to explain why the others feel like something is off, so, uh, proceed with caution!

Tag list in the replies of people who liked/reblogged any part of the previous version of this story, or the previous chapter(s). You’re not obliged to read or leave a comment. Thank you for reading! ^w^

Dividers by @cafekitsune

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 (Coming soon...)

The kitchen was dark and the pantry door was silent. Although no one looked, it was obvious that the sunlight from the window had become moonlight. Batman had stepped forward from the door, and stood behind and slightly to the left of Faith, looking down at her. She looked directly in front of her, in the space betwen Nightwing's left arm and Batgirl's right arm. Nightwing and Batgirl looked at the wall.

A dog's heavy panting approached the window from the left. Upon the window, thump, splurch. Thump, splurch, thump, squick! "Bark, woof! Grrr... rarf! Rarf, arf, rarf! Snarl... snort." A soft thwick of tail hitting glass.

Batman counted: one. Two. Three. Four. A cluster of bare feet, pad, timp, pad-pad, and fingernails, scritch, scrrrr, scritch, came into the kitchen. Pad, pad.

"Scraawk!" Click, click of the tongue. Timp timp, timp, pad.

"Scrrr?"

"Scrawk!" Thud, thud! Near the island. Scrape, rrrrip! "SKYAW!"

"SCRAW!"

"ENOUGH!" Boomed a bass voice from the doorway. Faith's loins tickled, and she hated it.

Two. Three. Four. Critch, critch, critch. Critch, critch critch! Click, click of the tongue. Slurrrrp. Smack, smack of the lips. Two pairs of neon orange eyes gazing at each other slowly came into the view of the humans, the heads of the Ghouls illuminated by the window. They snapped and stared at Nightwing and Batgirl.

Do you remember the time the light of your past burned hot, and you were alone with the noise?

I remember that light, and its heat, my feet on the platform but my paralysed body flying at an impossible speed to the sun and starting to orbit to present Earth with a divine spectacle, how the screams rang in my ears. But I didn't stay there. I was embraced by a man who did his best, for his first dance under a different light, and both of us developed from our time together. I made the best friends and found both of the dearest loves that I will ever have. We dance in the light, golden day or silver night, in any weather, for the people who need us, and we dance for each other, sometimes. We dance for people like the woman you seem so eager to control, a woman who has struggled with control her whole life and seems to have found it, before you itched at her subconscious until you found a perfect monster to bring you to life. When I am the only light in a scene of dread and sorrow, I burn those like you, who have burned others and refuse to change their bulb or turn it off. Get out of my head.

Hiss. Snarl. Spit! Well, fine. Be that way.

Do you remember the time your heart was pulled at its roots, and you were alone to weep at its ruin?

I remember that love, and the pain, the pure chaos that shredded my shelter like the people I swore to protect with every once of strength in my body who I could only help using my intellect, the passive loss of worth I felt every day, how my love became the half of me that had been made useless and numb. But it did not last. I could still move my other half. I saved my life and the lives of others even like that. I am priviledged to be called "the best" or "my favourite" by many. In fact, I think I met someone who dyed their hair to be like me, today. I was not abandoned by those who care for me, and I never neglected myself when my roots were torn from beneath me. My love and roots were mended and made stronger, and now I save my tears for those who need it. Get out of my head!

Hiss. Snarl. Spit! Well, fine. Be that way.

Do you remember━?

"I always remember." Batman said. Faith gasped and turned her eyes and head to Batman. Their gaze lasted for a short second. A tall black figure, glowing neon red, with neon red eyes, briskly came from the doorway and stood in front of Faith, making Nightwing stumble.

A Ghoul swiftly extended its neck, crick, and followed Nightwing with a grossly opening jaw, but the hero planted himself as soon as he had been unstabilised. The Ghoul retreated and snapped its teeth at the other Ghoul, that snarled. The first Ghoul began a high pitch, "Scr━!"

The glowing figure whipped its left arm up, grabbing the head of the whining Ghoul and making it shut up. The glowing figure brought the Ghoul to its face, the figure's mouth suddenly opening down to the floor. The figure violently stuffed the Ghoul in its mouth, and swallowed it with a grotesque crunch and squelch.

"Go home." Said the figure. The remaining Ghoul, critch, critch, critch critch, thump! Timp timp, pad-pad, timp. "Here, boy." The window broke, and something with four legs, thump thump, thump, pant, pant, pant. Slurrrrp, pant, pant. "Spread the word."

The white paws of the dog sprang onto Faith's shoulders, its weight making her stagger, and its human smile and dark canine eyes stared into her eyes. The figure said, "You remember me, right, wife?" Faith parted her lips, a distinct suck-click sound made. The dog removed its paws, and sat, panting at the right foot of the figure.

"The dreams where I was human, dark haired, fair skinned, wearing clothes that you like, and I pierced the illusion's face in places that you like, too. I even made a blonde, fair skinned woman for you to have, dressed just like me. The dream where I showed you the inside of my loins, designed to breed you, and I fucked you there until you came with me, and you awoke. The dream where I was a black storm cloud, and you rubbed your sweet little cunt on my massive penis that dwarfed you. Your virgin juices dripped onto my member, and the one squirt of sperm I released was so colossal that you awoke. No more waking up with your dignity and secret. I am sorry your choice was taken from you, wife. But it is time to come home."

"'Where is home?', I hear the furious minds of these mortals shout. I will tell them. And they will hate you. But you don't have to be alone, after the truth is shared. You will come with me through Platonia to the Greatest Room, and in nine months, you will birth the Impossible Child. You will name him, and it will be the most perfect name. You are a creative woman, after all."

"Not a genius, no. If you were, you would have shown the Hallway your vagina to let me fuck you. Brazen. A vixen, unafraid of criticism from her peers, friends or family about her most devilish desires. But you do not call them devilish, wife, do you?"

"No. To you, they are freedom. I can give that to you. Forever. Eternal life, eternal freedom, an eternal outlet for your creative pursuits. Fully realised."

"All you have to do is take off your clothes, open the door one more time, and come home with me. Don't worry. I will close it behind you so that none of your friends will be harmed. Armaggedon will come. And we will have become so strong, you will have made me so powerful that no Author could stop us."

"Lucifer, his 200 loyalists, you and me, and the Child. Merge Two. Forever. Planets will change, the little star of this solar system, too, will change. A divine spectacle. The kind that only the love between Creator and Creation could bring. Except, we would be called, from then on, Husband and Wife of Sagittarius."

"What do you say, wife? Will you come home with me? Or must I rape you, and consummate our marriage here and now?"

Faith sighed heavily. A gruelling eight seconds passed. "Your home is not mine. Your love is not mine. Your child does not belong in my body, because I belong to me, and you belong to a fear that I did not make. It was planted in me, as it is in all people, regardless of gender, orientation, wealth or satisfaction as they live and die. My home is a magic train filled with people in costumes, singing cheerful songs in different languages to foster hope and bonds during the short daylight and long moonlight of Santa's Plain. My home is a carnival that celebrates each season, that employees people of all abilities, human or not, and living or dead, and together, under the glory my Puzzle Tower that offers its riddles and prizes to guests, they enjoy new memories in the center of the Realm of Tree Peoples."

"My home is Asgard, where my name was Ønske because I desire adventure and love both familial, platonic and romantic. My home is Pierian Spring on Mount Olympus, where I create stories, plays and songs with my teacher, Urania, and she shows me all of space, and all of its connections to how humans behave. There are other students studying under the other muses, and all of us are friends, and sometimes lovers, and we support each other's passions. And my home is Paradiso, even though Yahweh is not close to my heart due to how turbulent my crisis of faith was, during puberty, because Uriel is also my teacher, and he gave me the name Χαμένος (Chaménos), Lost, and copied all of my work so that Yahweh could enjoy them and share them with my family in Paradiso, in particular my adoptive dad and my birth mom. You belong in my subconscious, and you function perfectly there. I thought you liked the name I gave you, and that you would leave me alone? I'm confused, a little, about why you're so desperate to have me serve you with your definition of my freedom. Then again, you are my Shadow."

"I am not."

"Well, that's how I interpret you, and how I made you, in Thalassic Space. Let the Impossible Child sleep in his crib. Leave him in peace. Let another woman conceive him, if he must be born. And let it be in many, many years, as the most terrible surprise that God is dead, but Satan is alive, as it will be. But leave me out of it. I don't belong in that narrative."

"I am Backstage no more, Curtains cannot hide me. But I will return to the Wings, and I will take you with me, and both of us will Undress, our Actors will part as colleagues and friends, and maybe then, as we spend time with each other as mortals, I could come to love you. But until you Show Me Your Actor, you are only words on my document."

The figure and dog disappeared. The lights came on. The window was in tact and there was sunlight, and there were no markings on the walls, ceiling or floors. The humans sighed in relief. Faith's was the loudest. "Holy scene right out of a horror flick, is it really over?" Nightwing asked, making eye contact with Faith.

Faith sighed again. "Yes. Check the pantry." She looked over her shoulder at its door. "It should be fine, now." Batman turned and opened the door. They all saw that its interior was, indeed, normal. Batman closed the door. Faith turned her head back to Nightwing and Batgirl. "And the next time you see Ra's, he'll be really upset that he lost his new powers."

"Tch, and probably try to hurt you again!" Batgirl said, removing her mask and pocketing it.

"Yeeeeah." Faith said, blushing deeply. Barbara smiled. She stepped forward and pulled Faith in for a hug. Barbara patted Faith's back, and released Faith from her embrace.

"Do you not have magic, anymore?" Dick, having removed his mask too, asked. Faith's cheeks smiled tightly.

As Faith talked, her smile naturally faded. "Only what's included in my First Wish. Uh, it's what Urania and I were calling my 'most basic wish' because, technically, it wasn't my first, but━"

"Yes, she told us about Bella." Said Barbara. Faith nodded.

"And we figured that was how that all worked." Dick added.

"Ah, OK. Well, is everyone feeling OK? Besides nausea or headaches."

"Yep. No nausea or headaches, here."

"Yeah, same. I think we're all fine." Barbara replied. Batman hummed in agreement. Faith looked at him, and saw that he had removed his cowl. Faith batted her lashes, her blush and smile returning, and her top teeth showing.

"Hm. No offence, but I think you need to see a dentist."

"I did. This is what he did. It's silver."

"Yes, because white fillings are more expensive. It looks like you don't brush, though."

"Not often, no."

"Well, how about you and I sit in the dining room, Faith, and Barbara and Dick can make breakfast? You said you were hungry."

"Yeah, that sounds good."

"OK." Bruce softly said, his cheeks lifting a little. He walked forward and gently touched Faith's back to cue her to walk while Barbara and Dick busied themselves, and they exited the kitchen and crossed the hallway, leaving both doors ajar. They went all the way to the far end of the table, and Bruce sat at the chair at its end, and Faith sat on his right side. "Are you feeling OK?"

"Yeah, I'm OK, thanks." Faith rested her left arm on the table, her right elbow on the surface and her chin and right cheek in her right hand. "Considering I just confronted the dark side of my subconsious, that turned out pretty well."

"I would dare say you did excellent, there, Faith."

Faith smiled, a bit of warmth in her face. "Thanks."

"If you don't mind, I do need to call a friend and ask him to open a closet or pantry door to make sure Platonia is gone."

"Sure, go ahead."

"Thank you." Bruce rose from the chair, reentered the hallway and closed the dining room door. He produced an earpiece from his gauntlet, donned it, and called "Babe". Rrrring. Rr━

"Hi, Bruce." Said Clark Kent.

"Hi, Clark. Can I get you to test something for me?"

"Sure."

"Knock on a closet or pantry door, depending on where you are, five times, and let me know if you hear two knocks back." Walking sounds on hardwood. Clark was at home. Five knocks. Three seconds passed.

"Nope! Is everything OK, Bruce?"

"Yes. That means everything is OK. I can tell you what happened, since you're at home." Bruce sighed. "We had a scare. Ra's stabbed and raped a young lady in her mid-twenties, Faith Lawson, about twenty minutes ago."

"Oh no."

"This is a rather long story. They met in a dream in her childhood home, and..."

"Sheesh! Poor Faith! I'm glad everyone is OK, now. She was very lucky to have her necklace successfully summon Urania to bring her back from death and give Faith the powers she wanted as a kid."

"She was, yes."

"I'll have a look for Ra's, though there would have been news about him if he'd used the power he stole, and there hasn't been any." Clark said. Bruce hummed, furrowing his brow. "I'll also ask Hal if there's a new galaxy with a magic O-type star."

"Thanks." Bruce said, entering the dining room. "Faith?"

She raised her head from her hands, both elbows having been on the table and her eyes staring at its surface. "Yeah?"

As Bruce walked over, he asked, "Do you know where Ra's may have went?"

"Sorry, question to answer a question, but: do you know what video game the Clicker I gave Barbara is from?"

"No, sorry."

"Alan Wake. I put Ra's in the world of Alan Wake to potentially be scared of its existential horror and atmosphere, but not harmed by it, since Ra's is really durable and good at fighting, and would have figured out the whole 'stay in the light' thing pretty quick. I put him there so he would be unable to use the magic of Sagittarius A*."

"Oh, so I was right. That is where your dark magic is from."

"Yeah! Oh, I guess I didn't tell you, but I told Dick and Barbara, that good magic is formally called━"

"Solar magic." Bruce said with Faith. "I thought it would be called that. So, dark magic is formally called singularity magic."

"Yes! Hence why it was a, uh, big concern that I take it away from him."

"No kidding. And how can Ra's come back?"

"Barbara still has the Clicker, right?"

"She still had it in her hand, after Platonia was closed, so yes."

"Well, you could take it, think of anywhere in Eth'Alth'Eban, and then he'll appear there."

"That's good enough for me. Thanks, Faith."

"You're, yawn, welcome."

"Sounds like you need a nap, after you put something in your stomach."

Faith resumed her chin-in-hands position. "That would be nice. It might not work, I've kinda been awake for too long, now."

"OK. I was just making a suggestion." Bruce said. Faith tiredly bobbed her head. "One more thing, sorry."

"Hm?"

"The entity who gave Dick your necklace and the entity who was just in the kitchen are not the same, right?"

"Yeah! The first guy was the Umbrella Man."

"Clark, the Umbrella Man was the angel that followed the Fallen Angel Nerobzal, along with eight humanoid demons who became pale people with neon orange eyes called Ghouls," Bruce looked at Faith, "And, Faith, two of them were in the kitchen and crawled onto the ceiling, right?"

"Mhm!"

"They all followed Nerobzal into, presumably, the first Door to Platonia."

"It was, yes."

"Thank you. It had appeared on Lucifer's pelvis just for Nerobzal to open and claim as Nerobzal's territory."

"Oh my!" Commented Clark.

"Yes." Faith replied. "And the other guy was Nerobzal."

"That was really him?"

"Mhm. The perverted spirit in my dreams that I named Nerobzal is the entity who man-i-fest-ed," Faith pacing slowed as she spelled out the syllables of the word, and she briefly bared her teeth. "Oh boy, that could have gone so much worse."

"You're telling me."

"I'm just glad there weren't more than eight people in the room! Then he would have eaten all of us, just for fun."

"Lovely. Thank you for telling me that now."

"Well, we were in peril, when it would have been appropriate to tell you, and there was only four of us."

"No, you had time, before we opened my pantry back up to Platonia and you told us plenty of exposition."

"Oh yeeeeah."

"Yeeeeah."

"Sorry, my exposition timing and, uh, cohesiveness is far from perfect."

"You know, that's OK. It's realistic."

Clark commented, "Mhm!"

"Superman agrees. You did pretty good, for doing all of that on the spot, when we needed to get things done." Bruce gave Faith a thumbs up. She returned it with both hands and a big grin. Bruce exhaled through his nose, smiling with his cheeks. "Thanks again, Faith."

"You're, yaaaawn, welcome, ya-awn. Hawn." Faith smacked her lips and tongue, blinking heavy eyelids.

"Wow, it sounds like she needs a nap." Clark said.

"Superman says you need a nap."

"Valid. Will probably actually do that, after I eat. Brain is tired."

"Yeah." Bruce hovered his right hand over the top of Faith's head. "Do you accept head scratches?"

"Mm, sort of. Be gentle, and return my hair to looking tidy when you're done."

"Sure." Bruce gently scratched Faith's head for two seconds, noting how thick and lovely it was, then thoughtfully stroked the disturbed strands. "I'll tell Barbara and Dick, in case they have the same idea."

"Thankiiiie."

"You're welcome." Bruce returned to the hallway, closing the door again, then went up the hallway into the servery, shutting its door.

A/N: Ha ha, I said my blog's tagline, ha ha, I'm totally mentally stable after having written that, you know what I'm talking about (seriously, I am OK).

I stayed up until 12:16am, it was the 17th and now it's the 18th. What a world. I luv mah littol brain, you know? You know, you know? Yiss? Okie. I sleep now. See you in the morning, aka the next paragraph.

Hi, it's almost 6pm on the 18th, and this chapter is done now, plus all the little revisions, hooray. That's all I really wanted to say. OK, see you in the next chapter, byeeee!

Proceed to Chapter 4 (Coming soon...)