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Title: Happily Divorcing You
Summary: Ivar needs to track his wife and save his marriage.
Pairing: Not telling
Part One
Ivar had been in an absolute rage since (Y/N) left the house. The worst thing was that she had been in such a hurry to get away from him that she had left her phone on the charger, so he couldnât even call her.
He couldnât track her, all he could do was call his own private investigator and hope his outrageous price was enough to motivate the man to work hard and fast.
Even still, with every minute that passed his anger was growing. He paced in his bedroom restlessly as he waited for his phone to ring, but it was as silent as prayers.
Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!
Ivar nearly broke his neck, turning to (Y/N)âs phone as it chimed on the floor by the bed.
He picked it up and saw it wasnât a phone call, but an alarm going off.
6:30AM Antidepressants for breakfast :(
Ivar read the name of the alarm five times before he turned it off, when he did he saw even more oddly named alarms that weren't turned on.
7:30AM Online Therapy
12:30AM Eat or you will starve
5:00PM Cook Ivarâs Dinner
7:00PM Throw Away Ivarâs Dinner
8:00PM Antidepressants for Dinner
10:00PM Burn Book Entry
What the hell was this, Ivar thought as he read them over again and again.
Antidepressants?
He ran to the master bathroom and opened (Y/N)âs medicine cabinet, sure enough there were prescription pill bottles. They were right in front, but Ivar had never noticed them before, he never paid attention before.
He took a picture of the bottles and sent them to his familyâs private doctor and called the old man as well.
âYes, Master Ivar? Is there an emergency with your wife?â the old doctor asked groggily.
âWhat are these medications you have been giving (Y/N) behind my back, Floki?â Ivar accused.
âI didnât do anything behind your back; I get paid to treat members of your family. It's not my fault you forgot to treat your wife like she was family now.â Floki yawned on the other end.
âExcuse me?â Ivar asked, anger rising again.
âDonât act like I just told you fire is cold boy, you havenât paid the poor girl a speck of attention. The fact that Iâm only getting this call after all these years treating her is proof enough.â Floki said bluntly.
Ivarâs ears were burning in shame and anger, the same way they did when he was a child getting scolded.
âWhat are these medications?â Ivar asked again.
âAntidepressant, Mood stabilizer and an Appetite stimulant. Ivar, your wife has developed severe depression over the last two years, the first two sheâs been taking for a while, they cause loss of appetite so the stimulants are new since she has been losing weight too rapidly recently.â the doctor explained.
âWhy am I just hearing about this?â
âI can only give information Iâm asked for, why are you just now asking? Is (Y/N) well?â
Ivar bit his lip angrily before explaining he wanted his wifeâs full medical history in his email at once.
Before Floki could reply Ivar ended the call and went back to looking at the pill bottles in wonder and disgust.
He had been given a summary of (Y/N)âs health before heâd chosen her to be his wife, and while he didnât remember things like her date of birth, he would have recalled if she had been diagnosed before the wedding.
Was being married to him so horrible it impacted her health so severely?
Ivar picked up her phone again, taking in the lock screen, a picture of her and her parents on a balcony. She stood between them, arms over their shoulders and a wide smile across her face.
Her phone didnât have a lock code so Ivar didnât feel too bad when he sat on the bed and began snooping. He wasnât sure what he was looking for really, but he was sure heâd find something of value.
Preferably, heâd find a clue about where she would go so late.
Ivar started with the messages and was surprised at how few conversations there were to see; she spoke mostly to her parents, and there were other short exchanges between his family members and staff.
He opened the messages between (Y/N) and her mother, they seemed to talk at least once a week.
Mom: Are you eating?
(Y/N): At least one full meal and a vitamin in the morning.
Mom: That isnât enough, call me right now!
It was at that moment that Ivar realized that she could only have gone to her parents house a few blocks away.
He clicked on her conversation with himself and was disgusted by what he saw, of course these messages were on his own phone but he never looked at them like this. Like he was looking for a warning sign that (Y/N) wanted a divorce.
(Y/N): I made pasta, and I tried a new recipe this time.
Ivar: K
(Y/N): I left your plate in the fridge
Ivar: I have a dinner reservation with Maggie
(Y/N): I understand
Ivar: We have a Gala tomorrow, donât embarrass me
(Y/N): I will wear what Margrethe sends me.
Ivar set the phone aside and rubbed his face tiredly.
Even to himself he sounded like a dick in those messages; ignoring her, demanding things of her, talking down to her. Ivar could remember typing these responses, just a quick few taps on his phone to convey a message while he walked around his office building. He never liked texting so he always kept things brief, but he usually put in an effort to be civil in messages.
Why hadnât he taken the time to read these before he sent them, Ivar thought to himself; because he shouldnât have to. (Y/N) was already his wife, there shouldnât need to be discomfort, she should be able to understand him.
(Y/N) was the one keeping secrets and plotting to divorce him. He shouldnât have to grab his keys and rush over to her parentsâ house, but he does it all the same.
Ivar parked in their humble driveway and stared at the house in defiance.
Ivar quickly reminded himself who he was, a wealthy man picking up his wife after she threw a dramatic tantrum. He wasnât here to apologize or explain himself, if anything (Y/N) should be the one explaining why she waited so long to inform him about her diagnosis.
She was the one keeping secrets in their marriage.
With that in mind he got out and approached the door to knock but it opened before he even made it to the porch.
âYou are not welcome here!â his mother in law shouted as she stormed out into the night to meet him face to face.
She had fire in her eyes and her fists were balled as she advanced on him, making Ivar immediately freeze in place.
âYou sign those papers and you leave my girl the fuck alone, do you hear me Ragnarson?â she said angrily, poking Ivar hard in the chest.
Ivar looked worse off than a deer in headlights, a more appropriate comparison would be a fish in a barrel.
Of course he hadnât seen his in-laws since the rushed wedding, but this mad woman had looked happy enough to marry (Y/N) off to him then. So why is she giving him such a disgusted look now?
âI-I came to pick up (Y/N).â he managed to say.
âAbsolutely not! My daughter will not be going anywhere with you. She is going to stay here, her eyes shouldnât land on you outside of a courthouse! Honestly, what were we thinking when we accepted your motherâs proposal?â the woman scoffed.
âHoney!â
This time it was his father in law coming out of the house, immediately taking the place beside his wife.
Ivar watched the older couple communicate silently, him sending her a look that made her take a deep breath.
âIvar, my wife has made our decision more than clear. Even still; I will apologize for her unprofessional language.â Mr. (Y/L/N) said stiffly in a formal tone.
Unprofessional? These were his in-laws, sure it was attached to a business deal, but nonetheless these were supposed to be his extended family members. From what heâs heard from other men in the office, his mother in law was probably never going to like him; but he felt the formal tone wasnât necessary.
â(Y/D/N), Iâm here to pick up my wife.â Ivar said again, standing up straighter. If he was going to be spoken to like a random business partner then heâd return the courtesy.
âIâm sorry, but you will not be doing that.â the old man said firmly.
Ivar knew what this was, it was his favorite thing in the world.
A challenge.
Ivar knew what it was when he suddenly felt the power struggle between himself and (Y/N)âs father.
âWonât I? Sir?â Ivar asked smugly.
âYou wonât. My daughter has already told us that sheâs asking for a divorce, and quite frankly I believe it is about time.â (Y/D/N) said plainly.
âPast time, youâre lucky she stayed for as long as she did.â the mother added in.
Ivar looked away for a split second, unable to face the righteous tone of his father in law, before he put his mask back up.
âExcuse me? Iâd hate to leave here alone and cancel all our existing contacts.â Ivar challenged.
âWe had a very beneficial business partnership for a few years, but my daughter is more important. Cancel whatever you like, I can build another company.â
âLeave the contracts.â
This time all three of them turned and saw (Y/N) coming out of the house. Her eyes were puffy from crying but they were hard, her expression stone solid as she looked at him in distaste.
â(Y/N), we can start fresh with a new business; itâll be even easier this time, youâve done enough.â (Y/M/N) pleaded with her daughter.
âIf we do that what did I waste the last four years for? Iâll be fine this time, I promise.â (Y/N) said soothingly.
â(Y/N)!â the mother cried in desperation as she tried to physically pull her child back into the house.
âMom, donât worry. I will come by sometime later this week.â (Y/N) said, placing a kiss on her motherâs cheek.
She did the same to her father, Ivar could hear the old man offer to shut everything down now, and he heard her decline the offer.
When (Y/N) turned to face him she looked right through him, walking past him without speaking and getting into his car.
âIvar.â (Y/F/N) said, regaining his attention.
âSign the papers, do her that one kindness.â he advised.
âShe is my wife.â Ivar said weakly.
âIâve seen wet shits make for a better husband than you, Ivar Ragnarson. If the world was fair she never would have ended up with scum like you, she would be home, healthy and happy.â his mother in law said coldly before she stormed back into the house and slammed the door closed.
The sound of the door slamming echoed through the silent night, but Ivar kept his poker face firm as again his father in law faced him.
âWhen I was your age, I knocked down any man who upset my wife. Lucky for you those days are in the past, but that is my daughter in your car. If she ever comes home the way she did tonightâŠthere is not enough money in your bank to keep me at bay. Are we clear son?â
Ivar tilted his head.
âAre you threatening me?â Ivar asked partially in amusement, but mostly in pure disbelief.
âIâm telling you as a father, there will be severe consequences if I see her in that state ever again. Are. We. Clear?â the older man said, his tone even and his eyes wild.
Ivar felt the severity of the manâs words and he chose not to respond, silently walking to the car.
He held his breath until he heard the front door close behind him before he got into his car.
In the passenger seat (Y/N) sat in silence and she didnât even seem to notice him sitting beside her.
âAre you satisfied now that you put on your show? Made a big scene for your parents?â Ivar began to scold as they were on the way back home.
âShut up Ivar.â
Ivar was lucky they were at a stop sign, he imagined he would have crashed had the car been moving when she said it.
âWhat did you just say?â he asked.
âShut up. You hate talking to me so just shut up, make it easy on us both.â (Y/N) said, looking out her window in boredom.
âIs it the medication you hide from me thatâs making you think you can speak to me this way.â
This time she scoffed a little laugh.
âYes the pills I hid in the front of my cabinet, how ever did you discover my secrets?â she said sarcastically.
âStop this.â Ivar demanded.
âThe only thing Iâm going to stop doing is wasting time trying to be a good wife to you. If you insist on keeping this sham marriage then fine; but Iâm done participating in it.â she said, never looking away from the window.
Her tone was so dry and dead it seemed to echo in the silence that followed it.
Ivar drove the rest of the way home in silence, watching her in his peripheral vision. (Y/N) didnât move, she didnât talk, she didnât cry; Ivar was almost sure she didnât even blink.
She just sat with her forehead against the passenger window and stared silently.
When he parked in their driveway she still sat still as stone.
âDid you want to stay in the car all night, or are we finally going to sleep?â Ivar asked in annoyance.
She didnât reply to him at all, just opened the door and got out. Ivar followed behind her and watched as she lazily walked to the door and waited for him to unlock it.
Her eyes were focused on the sky, specifically the sun that was beginning to rise. She looked at it for as long as she could before she followed Ivar inside and he closed the door.
âI never want to hear the word divorce come out of your mouth again. And tomorrow I will be taking you to Floki for a full check up.â Ivar instructed as he at last took off his shoes.
âWhy? You think Floki gave me something that made me act out of line? Or are you actually worried about my health?â
âOf course Iâm-â
Ring! Ring! Ring!
His phone rang shrilly, interrupting whatever he was trying to say; and eager for a way out of this uncomfortably vulnerable conversation, Ivar hurriedly answered.
He knew only one person would be bold enough to call him at this hour.
âMaggie?â
Ivar turned away from (Y/N) to give his full focus on the phone call, the way he always did.
âIvar! Me and my friend got too drunk at the restaurant, can you pick us up?â Margrethe said loudly on the other end, going in and out of a horrible singing voice as she spoke.
âIâll be there in thirty.â he sighed tiredly, already begrudgingly going to put his shoes back on.
âIâm going to drop off Maggie, weâll talk in the morning.â Ivar said over his shoulder as he went to leave, but he stopped when he didnât get a reply.
When Ivar turned around all he saw was an empty foyer.
â(Y/N).â he called once more before he went upstairs to find her gathering the remains of her soggy forgotten salad.
She went to walk past him to presumably throw out the trash but Ivar stopped her by grabbing her arm.
âIâll be back soon, weâll talk more in the morning.â he announced.
âNo we wonât, something will happen with your favorite âfamily friendâ and you wonât show up. I donât know what yet, could be a stomach virus that needs hospital treatment, or an urgent meeting she forgets to reschedule; whatever it is doesnât matter.â (Y/N) dismissed with audible certainty.
He let go of her arm just to run his hands down his face.
âWhy do you always insist on bringing Margrethe up? This, our marriage, has nothing to do with her.â he said, this time preparing for whatever argument she had.
âHave you ever told her that?â
Ivar was stunned into silence by the question.
(Y/N) pulled her arm out of his grasp and continued on her way to the kitchen to throw away her salad.
Ivar followed her and he saw her roll her eyes in annoyance when she saw him behind her.
âWhy are you even still here right now, Ivar? Donât you have a damsel in distress to save?â she asked as she began to clean her dirty dishes.
Ivar felt a rush of undignified anger wash over him, he had to bite back a sharp response to keep his anger in check. Before he could reply he felt his phone ring again in his pocket.
âTick tock Ivar, Iâll be sleeping in the guest room when you get back; and donât pester me today. Iâm sleeping in until the bed makes me sore, then Iâm going out with my family for lunch, and my sister is taking me out clubbing.â she said as she placed her bowl and fork in the drying rack.
âClubbing? Where?â Ivar asked, he had never heard his wife even mention going anywhere other than the store.
âNot telling you.â she dismissed.
Again Ivarâs phone rang rudely before he could speak and it was all starting to annoy him, he couldnât even have this important conversation right now.
âWeâre going to talk about this when I get back.â he said firmly before he went to leave, but he heard her mumble to herself before he made it out of the kitchen.
âWe wonât.â
#stargurl-battleship#fantasygirl1864#binks1004#mhde#winnieofwoodsbeyond#where-are-you-everywhere#blackterrae#tessakate#icelandtoicecream#wildsoul1221#summerdazed#generic-fangirl#nyx-daughterofchaos98#ivar x reader#vikings imagine#ivar imagine#modern!vikings#dramashorts inspired
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that one dynamic meme
#michael has the hugest most frightened eyes in existence deer in the headlights stare looking everywhere but not at you#i think I'm right#my art#the magnus archives#michael shelley#gerry keay#gerard keay#this is just a silly thing but the contrast in eye contact makes sense to me with gerry being heavily marked by the eye#and michael marked by the spiral since childhood#shifty gaze where you can't quite pinpoint his eye colour vs the far-too-knowledgeable stare you know
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If he isnât like an overeager puppy, you ainât writing your König right.
Massive, entirely unaware of it. Stumbling over himself when he sees you, bumping into your side whenever you walk together, always hunching and ducking. Uneasy on his feet but with the sweetest lopsided smile. When he wants to run, he can, breaking into a full sprint that becomes terrifying- but around you, he softens. Just wanting to be close so badly that he canât help but get clumsy.
Perking up whenever he sees you, too. That same big dumb grin, eyebrows shooting up like piqued dog ears, wobbly posture as if shook by his wagging tail. Eyes that say âhi, hello, what are we doing? Iâm happy to see you! Hello!â Even when his words fail him and he just warbles out an accented rendition of your name. And if the boundaries are down and he can touch, rest assured he will be coming in for a cuddle or a headpat or just a warm hand on your arm.
He gets a bit pouty and needy, too. Of course, heâs a grown man. He understands that you need friends to have a healthy life, and he would hate to get in the way of that. But sometimes, seeing you go out with your buddies, he⊠gets an ache. He wants to be there. You need space, he knows that, but⊠he just hates to miss your smiles.
And god forbid youâre ever in trouble. Because he goes from puppy to guard dog very fast. All that excited, enamoured energy distills down to a cool rage inherent in his very bones. Big paws and teeth used to gently bat and play become a silent threat, arms over his chest, imposing like a shadow.
But when the threat passes, and he looks at you with those big eyes, proud and confident that he did his job? Please give him plenty of kisses and praise. Heâll melt all the way back to a puppy again.
đ my inbox is open! send requests!
#reader insert#könig x reader#konig x reader#konig mw2#könig mw2#könig cod#könig#you know it girl. we are yearning.#sigh. where a massive slightly unhealthily devoted man to follow me everywhere and adore me
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Prompt 352
âMother, I crave violence,â a small child interrupts the video call, practically clambering up into Nightingaleâs chair. They look around five or so, with white hair and red eyes. Albino perhaps?Â
âAh, apologies, let me take care of this real quick,â Nightingale turns the microphone off when he gets a few acknowledging noises, picking the small child up and moving them from the room.Â
âCute kid,â Barry acknowledged from behind his coworkerâs head, having been helping move things. Actually, the kid looked kind of familiar, though from where, who knew. Hard to remember everything with how fast his thoughts usually went. âI didnât know Nightingale was a fatherâŠâÂ
Then again the specialist was notoriously private, and set most meetings online thanks to some sort of medical conditions. So he supposed it would make it easier to be a stay at home dad if he was there alreadyâŠ
#Prompts#DCxDP#DPxDC#Mom Danny#Dad Danny#De Aged Dan#Well at least physically and using it to be a lil shit on purpose#Eternal Trio#Danny goes by Nightingale instead of the extra long combined name for work#You canât tell me specialists wouldnât exist in DC where thereâs a bunch of supernatural & alien stuff everywhere#Danny specializes in scenes that have ecto or other realms energy/goops/etc#Heâs not lying when he says medical conditions either what with the whole heartbeat/scars/etc#Ellie is also around sheâs just out with Sam#Valerie is Ellieâs Godmother#Tucker professionally tests firewalls and similar & has a side streaming job#The people think Jordan is joking when he says he craves violence but heâs dead serious#Heâs never been so annoyed than when he found out his ghost form has also been de-aged and heâs Tiny
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|| Companion skill animations (+ bonus Rook)
#keeping the bellavrook agenda up by putting them in the same row :)#there was an attempt to keep this coherent colour-wise I promise. it failed but There Was An Attempt#the problem is that you know. I didn't really remember where to find the skill spots#so I recorded the footage all over the place in my run and the light is... quite different everywhere...#emmrich had the worrst of that probably#ANOTHER problem was that the anims wouldn't even trigger at every skill spot. for whatever reason#I have not figured out the logic behind that but I trust that it's there#probably the worst moment was with with bel's skill spots where the anim triggered once but I didn't get the footage#and then I couldn't get the anim to trigger again no matter what.#forgot to mention: the second Rook gif (the penultimate gif overall) is from after you complete an Evanuris altar challenge#dragon age#dragon age the veilguard#flowers.txt#flowers blogs#rook datv#rook dragon age#rook#bellara lutare#davrin#davrin dragon age#emmrich volkarin#lace harding#lucanis dellamorte#taash#taash dragon age#bellara dragon age#harding dragon age#emmrich dragon age#lucanis dragon age#neve dragon age
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louise glĂŒck was a tremendous poet in her own life and also taught, advised, and nurtured uncountable other poets. her picking richard sikenâs crush for the yale younger poets prize is a well known fact, but she selected a number of other poets for publication during her tenure as the contest judge that i think are worth knowing.
peter streckfus, cuckoo (2003)
richard siken, crush (2004)
jay hopler, green squall (2005)
jessica fisher, frail-craft (2006)
fady joudah, the earth in the attic (2007)
arda collins, it is daylight (2008)
ken chen, juvenilia (2009)
katherine larson, radial symmetry (2010)
poetry is a community! read herâand also read the poets she wanted to promote.
#sitting in bed with my yale anthology#reading lists are everywhere if you know where to look#katherine larson is a personal favorite of mine#fady joudah might be of particular interest; his parents are palestinian refugees#poetry#poetry recs#louise glĂŒck#mine
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~ Extremely Unwilling Magical Protagonists Attempt To Outrun The Plot And Not Fucking Die ~
(@takofukkatsumi this tag is from a while ago but it hasn't left my brain -- L-Space got very weird all of a sudden)
#discworld#rincewind#the luggage#svsss#shen qingqiu#sqq#takofukkatsumi honestly thank you for this tag i've been chuckling on and off about the luggage overtaking sqq for a while now#something about it feels Right. no one expects the luggage until it's on you#honestly my main goal out of this picture is to force svsss fans to witness The Luggage and its horrible legs#shen yuan and rincewind hit that awkward point where you're keeping pace with a stranger#you can't quite manage to speed up or slow down at the right point to break contact#so they end up having a VERY weird conversation#at least anything sqq says is not the weirdest thing rincewind has heard#got sucked into a book? let him introduce you to the librarian#actually now i want the librarian to meet the system#if anyone could figure out a way to beat the system's head in it'd be an orangutan offended on behalf of literary characters everywhere#conversely both sqq and sqh are capable of ''speaking'' with pratchett style footnotes ARE are capable of seeing each other's footnotes#they weaponize this against each other immediately#honestly intrigued to see how many notes this gets - what's the general overlap between discworld fans and mxtx fans?#or is it literally the two of us here in this venn diagram?#i feel like it should exist though - are both not simply fantasy parodies in one variety or another??#my art
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Is this courtship?
Danny is going to Gotham for his scholarship.
Good news! There's another halfa in the city, and he seems to be a good guy. Bad news: the nearest path to his university is through that halfta's haunt. He could take the long way around, but the costs would be more than his budget can handle, and he'd like to avoid dealing with a pissed-off Red Hood.
Hopefully the offerings will be enough to sate his annoyance (and help maybe, god that man has the most malnourished core he's ever seen).
Meanwhile, Jason is getting incredibly confused over the strange gift baskets that keep appearing on his patrol routes.
#dc x dp#dp x dc crossover#dc#dcu#jason todd#danny phantom#danny fenton#meet cute#dead on main#or not idk#its up to you#hc Crime Alley loves Hood#they give him stuff alot#so jason doesn't suspect the random gift baskets on rooftops#but it get weird seeing the same basket everywhere#woven basket with green ghost patterned cloth#its cute but it gave off a funky feeling#food is hella nice tho#slow burn#like defrosting a turkey#danny: glad that he hasnt offended the other halfta#jason: *getting some weird but not bad vibes everytime danny goes through Crime Alley* this is fine#batfam: half happy that jason is getting courted(?) half worry bc this admirer keep finding where jason is#is this courtship#đčharebrained
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in the trenches I offer up guard Nicole au

#is it a favourite of mine? no but like thatâs neither here nor there I love Nicole#imagine her sassy ass in the guard tower thatâs where she belongs we got to be real#Garroths like âNicole please you need a sword and shield itâs protocol your tiny boot dagger donât count??â#and sheâs like âUNnecessary FUCK that we stay winningâ#she never has to pick up a sword ever#utility belt everywhere#I think Nicole and Laurance wouldïżœïżœve been besties in that guard tower#probably at garroths expense#anyway#aphmau#aphmau mcd#minecraft diaries#aphblr#Nicole von ronsenburg#nicole von rosenburg#I swear to god sheâs von ronsenburg but like Iâll be safe#I love Nicole#and digital art is killing me but Iâm not painting it alright
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Happily Divorcing You
Title: Happily Divorcing You
Summary: Ivar has been an awful husband, but he never expected his wife would ever want to leave him.
Pairing: Not telling
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Four years.
It had been four long and lonely years of being married to one of the richest men in the country, Ivar Ragnarson. Four years of ignored phone calls, public humiliation, cruelty and dismissive comments.
When the marriage was first proposed something in your gut told you to run, but then you saw him. Him in his well fitting suit and his electric blue eyes; you thought to yourself, if you have to marry some stranger your dad picked, at least heâs attractive. You had even been foolish enough to imagine growing to love each other in due time, how stupid you had been.
Even in that first meeting his eyes never met yours, it was a business contract to him. His family required him to be married in order to receive his fatherâs inheritance, and your family had âan acceptable social standingâ.
The wedding was rushed and small, the honeymoon nonexistent as Ivar went to work immediately after you both said âI doâ
Now you were sitting on the stairs four years later, still watching the front door and waiting for it to finally open. You had been sitting there long enough for your fully charged phone to be on thirteen percent battery now, and still the door was unmoving.
âHeâd make me wait for even this wouldnât he? At least heâs consistent.â you scoffed as you picked up your file folder and stood to go upstairs.
Just then the door swung open and hit the wall with a loud bang, the noise was so sudden you nearly jumped out of your skin. Your heart began to slow down as you recognized Ivar standing in the doorway with his arm around a familiar petite blond.
'Oh, your wife was waiting up for you. How cute.' Margrethe smirked as she leaned impossibly closer to your husband.
âAre the vultures starting to wait around for their meal already?â Ivar asked in annoyance.
âI know you donât like me bothering you after work, but itâs important. We should discuss this in private.â you said, holding up the folder.
âMargrethe is my assistant, she sees every piece of paper with my name on it.â
At this you couldnât help but laugh to yourself, because of course he would never grant you the honor of speaking with him privately.
âYouâre right, donât know what I was thinking. Well the summary is I need you to sign these immediately.â you said as you held out the folder.
âWhat is this?â Ivar asked as he took the file folder.
âNothing important, just divorce papers.â you shrugged casually as you walked past Ivar and his mistress on your way to the kitchen.
You had always imagined doing this would be harder, divorcing someone should feel like the world ending. Like losing a portion of yourself, it should feel like leaving your happy place.
You had been looking for things with happier memories that would make you want to stay, but there were no good memories in this house. The truth was finally saying it felt amazing; divorcing Ivar was the most fun youâd had since you met him.
âDivorce?â Ivar asked in what amusingly sounded like shock.
âI already signed, just waiting on yours and then I can take them to city hall.â you explained.
âWhat game are you playing at now (Y/N)?â Margrethe asked snobbily as she took the file from Ivar and began reading the Divorce Agreement.
âFeel free to read it over before you sign, Iâm not after alimony or any of your assets. Clean cut for everyone; we both go back to not knowing each other on and off paper. My family is certainly not as well off as yours but Iâll be comfortable without taking a singular cent from you, Ivar.â you assured them as you began to prepare dinner.
You felt like having a large salad tonight.
âCut the dramatics, and tell me what you want.â Ivar said as he followed you into the kitchen.
âI already told you what I want, I want to divorce you Ivar. You have your inheritance, hell according to the business magazines youâve tripled it in the last two years, so even losing it now wouldnât matter. You got what you wanted from me, my family has thrived as well with your familyâs influence but there are no current projects between our companies so now is the perfect time to do this.â you reasoned, still moving around the kitchen preparing your meal.
âThe perfect time? Exactly how long have you been planning this?â Ivar asked accusingly.
âIf youâre asking how long I've had the divorce papers signedâŠabout a year. Didnât want any scandals affecting any projects so Iâve just been waiting.â
Ivar felt a vein begin to bulge in his forehead as his frustration grew; he ran a hand down his face to try and ground himself before he said something in anger, but his tongue was too sharp for his own good.
âSo how much are you trying to get out of this? Because whatever the amount, you could just ask for it now without all this drama.â he said nastily.
âI already said I don't want your money Ivar, ask your assistant, sheâs had her nose to the page the whole time.â
âWow, sheâs really surrendering everything except her premarital assets. The cars, the jewelry, the houses and estatesâŠeverything but her bakery.â Margrethe said, looking up smugly from the divorce papers for the first time.
âItâs mine, I spent months on the menu, I designed the interior down the last floor tile. Iâve put more love into that bakery than you could imagine Margrethe; but youâre right. Iâll have my lawyer draw up a new agreement, hopefully those new terms are satisfactory enough to you.â you said as you plated your salad beautifully.
âWhen did you even open a bakery?â Ivar asked in utter confusion, this was the first heâd heard of a bakery.
âIt doesnât matter when it opened, youâll close it down. Just let me know when youâre ready to sign the papers. Iâll be out of the house by noon tomorrow, and Iâll sleep in the guest room tonight.â you said, trying to walk past Ivar, but he grabbed your arm and stopped you.
âIâm talking to you.â he seethed.
âYeah for the first time in four years⊠and itâs too late. I donât want to listen to what you have to say, Ivar; I donât want anything from you except this divorce.â you replied, pulling your arm out of his grasp.
âIâll enjoy my meal upstairs, Iâm sure Margrethe wonât mind cooking you two a nice dinnerâŠthe candles are in the cabinet if you two want some mood lighting.â you said coolly.
Margrethe made a smug face when she heard her name, but you didnât feel any urge to even acknowledge her; so you took your salad, left the kitchen at last and went upstairs.
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While you ate your meal Ivar stood in the kitchen right where you left him.
Divorce?
She had been all too eager to marry him when their families suggested it, now she was able to ask to divorce him without even looking at him.
âWho the hell does she think she is? Mother Teresa? I told you that you shouldnât have married the first girl your parents picked. She's too domestic for you.â Margrethe snipped.
âMy parents didnât pick her.â
âWhat?â Margrethe asked in horror as his words were processed.
âIâm sorry Margrethe, Iâll get you an Uber back home, but I need to talk to (Y/N) right now.â Ivar tried to follow behind his wife.
âBut what about our dinner reservation? It took almost two weeks to get it.â Margrethe complained, grabbing onto Ivarâs arm gently.
Ivar cursed under his breath as he dug his wallet out of his pocket and gave it to his assistant.
âGo with a friend.â he said as he gave her one of his credit cards.
'But Ivar, we always have dinner together.' the blonde tried to remind him, linking their arms.
'Then we can reschedule this one, Maggie I need to speak with my wife tonight. Just go.' Ivar snapped impatiently, pulling away from her.
With that done he snatched the file from Margrethe and ran up the stairs; he needed to talk to his wife.
Ivar barged into the room and saw her on the floor in front of the bed eating her food and watching what looked like Game of Thrones on her phone while it was charging.
âYou donât have to enter every room like thereâs an assassin behind the door.â she said as she paused her show.
âWhat is wrong with you?â Ivar asked.
âWell I was trying to watch my show before I started packing, but if you want me to hurry at least let me finish my salad.â she said as she went back to eating.
âStop playing games! Why are you asking me for a divorce?â Ivar shouted in frustration.
âWhy would I stay, Ivar.â she asked seriously, setting aside her plate and looking at Ivar fully.
Ivar felt as if her eyes had stabbed him in the chest, he had never seen such anger expressed solely with one's eyes.
âFour years, and Iâve spoken to you more tonight than I ever have before. In fact I never speak to you outside of mandatory social events. Events where you humiliate me publicly by bringing another woman every time. How many times have I reminded your coworkers that Iâm your wife and not Margrethe? Do you know? Because I donât, I stopped correcting them last yearâŠwhen I got the divorce papers.â she said angrily as she stood.
âSo thatâs what this is? Jealousy? Youâre being ridiculous.â he scoffed.
âWhen is my birthday, Ivar?â she asked directly.
Ivar opened his mouth to answer but no answer came out, because he didnât have one. He had never even thought about her having a birthday to celebrate.
âOn Margretheâs birthday last year, you made me go to the store and buy an emerald pair of earrings. Emerald because green is her favorite color, gold details so she knows itâs expensive, not too big so theyâre comfortable to wear.â she said as she walked closer to Ivar.
âShe is a family friend, and she has been working under me for seven years. Iâm not having an affair with her.â Ivar explained.
âMaybe you aren't, but it doesnât matter, you donât love me, Ivar. You at least seem to like her more than me, so why not divorce me and see what happens with her. Maybe youâll even want to sleep with her at night.â (Y/N) practically snarled up at him.
âI sleep with you every night!â Ivar argued.
âYou creep in while I sleep and you sneak out before I wake up. You donât speak to me, you donât hold me, you donât touch me. Hell sometimes you act like it sickens you to even look at me, so why are we doing this now?â she seemed to be begging now more than arguing.
She looked like a woman at the end of her rope, her angry eyes were beginning to glisten with fresh hot tears.
âI will never darken your doorway again, I wonât ask you for a dime- Iâll give up my bakery. I will do anythingâŠso long as I donât have to be yours.â
Ivar knew she had a point, in the back of his mind he always knew he wasnât a good husband to (Y/N), but he never thought she would be the one to end it.
âI will not sign the papers, not now or ever. You are my wife, you have been my wife for four years and you will be my wife for the rest of your life.â Ivar said firmly as he stepped closer.
He stopped immediately when he saw her step back from him.
âI donât want to be your wife!â she screamed as the tears finally began to fall down her cheeks.
âIâm tired! More than that, Iâm exhausted from walking on your fucking eggshells! Iâm tired of waiting up for you, eating alone, waking up alone and feeling like dog shit on your shoe!â she struggled to get the words out over her sobs, and once she had she just kept crying.
Ivar didnât know what to do, she had never cried before, no matter how harsh he was, but now she cried hard and her sobs seemed to echo in the room.
He took a cautious step towards her and tried to do what he knew a good husband would, comfort her somehow, but she pushed him away.
âNo! Not now, after I finally got the courage to leave! Iâm not doing this with you now!â she said before she stormed out of the room.
âWhere are you going?â Ivar asked as he followed her down the stairs.
(Y/N) stopped by the door and looked up at him still standing by the stairs.
âIâm not telling you, I donât want you to know where I am, or where Iâm going. I donât ever want to see you again after this divorce is finalized. Donât bother even speaking to me outside of signing the papers, goodbye Ivar.â she said before she removed her wedding ring and put it on the table.
â(Y/N), Iâm telling you not to leave.â
This time she didnât argue or even acknowledge that sheâd heard him speak at all; she just turned around, opened the door and left.
#stargurl-battleship#fantasygirl1864#binks1004#mhde#winnieofwoodsbeyond#where-are-you-everywhere#blackterrae#tessakate#icelandtoicecream#wildsoul1221#summerdazed#generic-fangirl#nyx-daughterofchaos98#ivar x reader#vikings imagine#ivar imagine#modern!vikings#dramashorts inspired
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Ayo who put Your Lie in April into my sonadow??!!!!!
#sonic fanart#sonic the hedgehog#sonic the hedgehog fanart#shadow the hedgehog#super sonic#super shadow#i love super yaoi#I've had this particular idea in my head since like december and only shat it out now. waow.#does this count as cosmic yaoi as well#lmao#lowkey betraying myself by drawing yaoi instead of yuri but yuri is everywhere for those with eyes to see#i love your lie in april btw if you couldn't tell.#âyou were the one ; you were always the one; you were the light in my life. when you're with me we can take on the night->#-shining like stars in the sky; don't hide away; never hold back your tears; you're trying so hard to be strong->#-ONLY FOR YOU I'D GATHER THE STARS; CAUSE WITH YOU IS WHERE THEY BELONGâ!!!!!#im actually gonna end it all this translation means sm to me AUFHIENFKDNDKDFNJD#oh and also forgot to tag#sonadow#<3
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different.
#canât help but recognize how kieran is a fantastic unspoken representation of autism#i see a lot of myself in him and the way that he is so isolated and lonely and yet cannot help but perform and find solace in his daily#routines is so heartbreaking in its own way to me. like no matter what you do or where you are you have no choice but to be yourself and fun#nction the only way you know how and it will never not be vastly different from everyone else. and when youâre surrounded by people who DONT#like you and will not accommodate and are not at all willing or curious in understanding WHY you are the way you are youâre left to just âŠ.#live in your own head forever. iâm certain kieran thinks many wonderous things and sees the world in a beautiful light and i know this becau#se i am autistic myself and because of that i see the world in colours that neurotypical people will never comprehend but weâre never allowe#d to see the world through kieranâs eyes. we are never allowed to see where his heart rests or the poetry he waxes or what he believes or wh#at his triggers are or whatâs a stim and whatâs just habit or anything. anything. the breeze sounds different to him and he can hear birds f#or miles and the sun makes every hair on his arms tingle and thatâs why he wears layers everywhere and every green he sees sings a beautiful#song to him and yet weâll never know. because he is too different even for the van der linde gang. he is incomprehensible to them and he doe#s all of his 4/5 daily tasks over and over and over again and while he would always do them and will always do them because they are innate#to him no one will ever know just what they mean to him. no one will ever know that kieran duffy can distinguish the horses behind him by th#eir breathing cadences behind him as he scrubs the spare saddle with the sun high above his head and he can know when something is wrong bec#ause he can hear it. no one will ever know that he CAN read but the only thing heâs interested in is books about wildlife and horses and fis#h in particular and no one will ever know because he knows no one will ever understand or even care and if they do theyâll be sure to make#it a point to tell him how DIFFERENT he is. and realistically even if the vdlâs DID come around to liking him he STILL would NEVER be unders#tood. i know for certain he would always be described as odd and despite its new affectionate approach he would still be the odd one out wit#h his daily routines and his texture preferences and his inability to make eye contact and his erratic seemingly random triggers and his#anxiety that seems to have a mind of its own. no one would ever know how bright the tree leaves are in his eyes or how every horse smells di#fferent or why sometimes itâs more fun to reel his rod in over and over instead of actually catching a fish. he will always be âŠ. different.#sorry. novel moment. he means a lot to me.#iâm not super happy with how he looks in these but iâm just trying to draw more :â) i always say that but i always mean it too#also if my novel makes no sense then just ignore it. itâs late and my head hurts. i tend to get tangential#rdr2#red dead redemption 2#kieran duffy#image#art#hero draws sometimes
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Okay so I've been wanting to tell you that you're literally my favourite twst artist đđ©·
So my question is, how do you manage to come up with these funny comics? CUZ I LOVE THEM SO MUCH
(P.s: Lovin' the art style âš)
oh geeze, thanks! đđđ I'm really glad people enjoy my stupid sense of humor; mostly I just draw things to make myself laugh, and if it makes other people laugh too, then bonus points! usually it's just one joke or mental image that gets stuck in my head (every time I saw Fellow spin his cane, all I could think about was him go-go-gadgeting away on it...) and in my quest to justify it, it picks up other jokes and bits along the way and usually doesn't even end up as the main focus anymore. entire narrative arcs have spun out just so I could use a single bad pun in a throwaway line. this is a terrible way to explain it but I'm not sure how else to put it into words!
and sometimes it's just "weird things my sister has said that I make fun of her for"
#twisted wonderland#reposting old art but i will never not make fun of her for her incredibly pretentious opinions about the local mall's architectural design#yuu listening to malleus be weird about buildings is supposed to be relateable right#that said this is also the only place i get to talk about twst so it is also just...a lot of my thoughts spilling out everywhere#(sorry other fandoms)#(i have spaces where i can debate the various merits of himeno/rita versus morfonia/rita)#(the correct answer is that rita has two hands but i digress)#but where else can i talk at length about these anime disney dipshits who have flawless eyeliner and zero emotional intelligence#me at the top of my lungs: you don't understand that's his DAD#the group dm: w...what are you talking about#there's gonna be a few posts today sorry#gotta get some stuff out before the update tonight/tomorrow morning/whatever happens and becomes all i think about for the next week
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ACEYUU WOKE ME FROM THE DEAD
book 7 spoilers <3 very long rant im sorry!!
it was never meant to be this way. when he was such an ass to us in the prologue, when he laid those pesky remarks upon us and immediately assuming that we got into NRC as a janitor because we weren't good enough without any prior knowledge of how we were brought here against our will and having to adapt to such an unfamiliar environment where everything - trends, names, history, and even the currency - were different. he didn't know about the throbbing headache we had while the headmage was explaining the school's curriculum and suddenly bringing up the word "magic" into the conversation like it was foreign language.
he thinks he's above us just because we're a clueless student who couldnt cast any spells and took up the miserable job just for the sake of money and to live. he had this one-way "not my problem!!" mindset about us that he dipped the moment after because he never would have suspected that we would grow to be something more important, something more irreplaceable in his life.
he never meant to test the waters, and he's drowning by mistake.
his concern for you gets more obvious as each book advances (or was it always obvious??). you're just an otherworlder oblivious to the dangers that lurk in twisted wonderland, so it's only casual for him to fret about when you've been taken into scarabia with minimal escape routes, to be the first one to notice that you were missing among the entourage of people that have been kidnapped, to be the only one to point out that you weren't in the best condition AND suggesting to bring you back home in case the party was all too much. he knows how vulnerable you are, and he jumps into action as quick as possible because that's basically his brand. nothing deeper!!! (unknown dangers lurk around you on the daily, but you lurk in his mind so much more than he lets on. you're probably more used to the dangers of magic than he's used to the thought of you occupying his mind 24/7. isnt that ironic)
and he didn't consider the complications of how dangerous it could be for the headmage to send us back to our original world, possibly damaging the very fabrics of time and space and ceasing to exist while transporting - he just instantly goes to the part where the news was positive and that we could travel between Twisted Wonderland and earth in one piece, blocking out his surroundings just to see your smile, as that was possibly the happiest you could have ever been in front of him.
imagine each time he hangs out with someone new, or if someone has gained a romantic interest in him once you've left, he tries to find a part of "you" in them in his peripheral vision. whether they have an ounce of bravery that you had, whether they're as understanding as you are to know that he isn't just a human built of jokes and pranks, whether they won't doubt him like the rest did - as you were the only one who truly believed in his capability to truly lead the rest out of danger.
he could beg for other people to believe in him, to see that his skills could draw out much more if he really wanted to, but he didn't have to do that with you. in a flashing moment of possible failure, he turned to you in a heartbeat, uncharacteristically, desperately calling out for you to save him because he had no idea what was happening. he almost started to lose himself and quickly realises that the power he was wielding so suddenly wasn't some lousy spell, that it could possibly cause someone's life, and you were there to steady him when he needed it the most. a rarity of a scene he entrusted his entire body to you with. you believed in him. you ARE the betterment of him.
you held his hand like a vow, to protect each other and strengthen through every obstacle and turmoil that drives you one step closer to becoming a better version of yourself. your hand, tightly coiled around his, radiated the warmth and comfort he needed in his times of darkness and inner conflict.
it should've been you. you're perfect.
and that's why his dream still has you in it. it doesn't have to be one way or the other, you can simply go back and forth to his world and your own in just a snap! he could never dream of you leaving his sight and grasp, hindering him from ever telling you how much you actually meant. he has all the time in the world.
and that's what he wants, but his heart says otherwise, and that's fine. he just wants you to be safe and see him for who he is. you inspired him to take pride in his name, as an ace can do anything!!
#IM LOSING MY MIND THIS IS#IS THIS REAL#I CAN FINALLY REST IN PIECES?????#UNLESS THEY GIVE MORE ACEYUU XCRUMBS IN BOOK 8 (THEY WILL TRUST)#Good Night everyone! Aceyuu is officially Canon#on a more serious note: seeing all the attention aceyuu is finally starting to gain has been beyond gratifying#the entire world is spinning rapidly in aceyuu nation's favour THIS IS LEGIT#im still trying to think about yuu's possible aftermath reaction to ace's dream consisting of them being able to go back to THEIR WORLD.#almost every character acknowledges the fact that they aren't from here and dont really dwell on it any further (save deuce and grim maybe)#but ACE is already jumping to the part where they're overjoyed about them being able to go home in his dreams which hasnt even#happened in reality yet.#like wow...you care about us that much to the point where you just want us to see our home world's family and friends again and not be in#any sort of danger just as magic surrounds us literally everywhere??? CRYING.#âyou don't have to stay up every night crazed about this world's education that you didn't have the chance to study in kindergartenâ#âyou don't have to be living in a state of constant foreboding if someone's magic starts getting out of control or if they overblotâ#âjust rest easy broâ ASS FUCKER ARE U KIDDING ME#seriously my otp <33333 i love them tons#IM SO EXCITED FOR WHAT THEY HAVE IN STORE ONCE BOOK 8 COMES OUTTTTTTT#aceyuu#ace x yuu#book 7 spoilers#twst book 7
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halfas are the found family trope foster child
they all adopt each other. itâs the reason Vlad wanted so badly to have Danny as his son and the reason Danny immediately went with sure youâre my cousin now with Dani. itâs a survival mechanism from being so very few of their species. Sooo, halfa!Jason except he sorta isnât yet cause Jasonâs core is extremely ruptured from the lack of ectoplasm involved in his forceful resurrection. So when Danny finds Jason in his catatonic state he canât quite tell the dudeâs been dead and remains some, just that the guy for some reason seems very friend-shaped. Danny doesnât mind his friend is braindead, and is also a john doe, he gives familiar vibes and thatâs apparently enough for Danny to constantly find himself in the hospital doing his engineering homework on the room with the guy, and talking for hours about the updates on the absolute clusterfuck of the city and how he was from a freaking ghost town and he can almost even draw comparisons. he blabbers about how heâs not homesick enough times to even corner himself to talk about a ghost lore many times and how heâs just finding himself a little more prone to violence and in constant pain since none of the people he has adopted as his family are here with him and he canât consider a place a lair if thereâs isnât someone of his in it.
But Danny could never drag someone with him just because of some it, after all it was Dannyâs choice to come to Gotham to collage and not stay where at least his parents (good parents Jack and Maddie) were in Amity.
Ironically, Danny essentially canât feel that his core has been spoon feeding ectoplasm to Jason. As months go on, the little ball of energy builds in anticipation practically vibrating in the waiting pulse of something (Danny doesnât know but more often than not has he found himself laughing in happy confusion. it weirds him out in a good way) Itâs really that heâs feeling the slow healing process of his friend (brother brother brother) âs core.Imagine itâs just about to properly, correctly heal when canon strikes back and Jason gets snatched by League assassins. Danny is left feeling like his core got torned out. His core had spend months helping anotherâs only to feel the otherâs imprint and to not be able to protect it in return isâ forget it being an obsession; thats like having your newborn baby being ripped out of your arms. An all assuaging feeling of helplessness that is devastating. Danny just beginning to feel like home lair when out of nowhere the rug is swept under him. Danny suddenly struggling to not flunk all his classes and beat every single liminal that he can feel crossing paths with him to the ground. Danny suddenly having his chronic pain (that hadnât been so bad lately) dialed up to the point that there are just bearable and bad days.
The worse thing is he doesnât know why.
Jason had only been a guy.
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Itâs only a three weeks before Jazz tells him she accepted a job offer in Gotham.
(and the guilt only makes him feel worse when he can feel himself feel better because of it)
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now
whimsical time skip âš
Danny is now on his feet again and friends with a Wayne of your choice (or maybe they were friends a little before Jay dissapeared and it was badTM cause Waynes? liminal đ„Č) Danny definitely didnât enjoy snapping off to his friend like that. anyways itâs been a year since that and he and his friend are having a grand time playing civvies, uhh letâs say dick because I want them to meet while ice skating, Also Dick because he definitely turns a blind eye when Danny goes airborne for a second there yep. Heâs just having too much fun.
anyways as alwaysTM Danny doesnât clock celebrities and like why would he, Dick is just the random guy whoâs was fast to turn Dannyâs slow day in the ice ring into a competition one day and brighten when Danny matched up his puns. So he totally doesnât get why the guyâs so gloomy one day, anyways as you can figure, itâs Jasonâs deathday and Dick is a deprecating bean, Danny tries to cheer him up by having him remember his brother instead and Dick attempts to, but even skipping through some photos in his phone make his eyes burn.
It is because of that that he doesnât notice Danny absolutely freeze up at the photo of his friend Jay (Jay because heâs a John Doe, but thatâs just too impersonal and so the first letter is J *wink wink*)
Danny absolutely doesnât know what to do with this information, barely catches himself from asking Dick how did his brother die. Most importantly when because Danny just saw JayâJason less than a year ago, and this somehow doesnât feel too recent.
Annd that how we find Danny digging into the Wayne second son tragedy. Staring at the date of death while the knowledge that they met almost six months after burns his forefront of his mind. Danny spends a day going over all the questions running through his mind over how the fuck he couldnât sense Jay was a ghostâerr was⊠in past tense?? what the fuck?? Danny would really like a refund on his ghost sense.
Anyways Danny goes check out the grave (now that he knows there is one) and boom although intangible he somehow triggers those shitty ass sensors/alarms that somehow didnât go off when jason was literally digging himself out.
Obviously the bats get in the case immediately. And boy are they absolutely enraged that someone would steal Jasonâs body.
#the bats absolutely disgusted that someone would dare desacrate the grave of a dead child: đĄđĄ#meanwhile danny: :(whereâs my friend#Jason is a sad bean who thinks no one even thinks of him#in this au they will>:)#I had a sense of where to go with this but it was all over the place honestly#i just also love the idea of them not finding him until he enters the stage as red hood and the bats just. clock him down so fast#like. omg Jason!! weâve been searching everywhere!!!#proceed to tackle the fuck out of him with hugs đđ#jasonâs worldview crumbles cuz#you guys noticed i got outta my grave đ„ș??#obviously thereâs still the replacement and jokerâs still alive point but shhh#one thing at the time#danny fenton#jason todd#ghost cores#also yes the violence tendency was a wink to the pit madness#batman#red hood#dp x dc#also when all was resolved danny and dick would absolutely fight over who gets big brother privileges#danny: I adopted him when you didnât even know he was alive#dick: yeah? well I adopted him when you didnât even know he existed#danny: you Dick! you already have Tim#jason:#jason: uhh guys Iâm a 2x1 package#(slides Damian into view)#Danny and Dick look at each other#Danny: you get one I get one?#Dick: No!#đ âdick just wants to gatekeep all his little brothers (he has secretly adopted Danny too)
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some stories are written precisely to elicit strong emotions from the reader INCLUDING negative ones. some stories and characters are meant to be upsetting, they are meant to challenge you and make you uncomfortable!! when a story makes you feel Big Feelings sometimes you are meant to sit in those feelings and ask yourself why! fiction is a great space to explore these emotions in a safe environment. you, as the reader, are meant to think critically about the art you are enjoying and that includes asking yourself questions like why has the author presented their art in this way and what are they trying to tell me. and then you get to have fun picking it apart and figuring it out and deciding what, exactly, the art means to you.
#this post has been in my drafts since SEPTEMBER and it just gets more and more relevant lately#and sure sometimes we decide in the end that the art is bad and that we don't like it. that's fine. i'm not arguing anyone's right#to dislike certain things. it's fine!!! but why are you acting like it's a personal offense??? what's going on??#like idk what is in the water these days that people have become so averse to Storytelling#the whole POINT is to make you FEEL SOMETHING!!!#why are you getting mad at artists for making you feel something!!!!#between some of the asks i and other authors get to the recent stuff with mouthwashing and epic saga and fucking nosferatu#NOSFERATU. IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE SCARY???#i really feel like i am losing my mind. i keep thinking of that 'disco elysium but its a little girl looking for her lost cat in the alps'#tweet. like this is really where we're at. people would rather feel Nothing. no one wants to be challenged#no one wants to explore Themes or read social commentary anymore it's so dire#let's all just go read our bland cozy fantasy story with found family and No conflict & nothing interesting to say at all#i'm sure we'll all be safe there#fuck!!!#also this isnt aimed at that anon i got a few days ago this is just like. a general trend i have noticed that is happening Everywhere rn
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