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sastiel-is-my-serotonin · 11 months

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Running To Get To You

Sam was fiddling with his sunglasses, wiping them clean, and looked over at his brother, "Dean, you need to hold onto his leash better."

Dean rolled his eyes, "Nah, come on," he bounced the leash in his hand, "Bones isn't going to go anywhere, in fact, I can let go, and-"

As soon as Dean opened his palm, freeing the leash from his grasp, Bones took off up the hill. Neither Winchester could react fast enough to stop him.

Dean pressed his lips into a straight line, "That wasn't supposed to happen."

"You are the worst," Sam said, tossing his glasses down, running off in the same direction as his dog. Cursing Dean with every step.

As he ran, you heard him shouting, "Bones!" Dean put his head down in shame and turned to his wife. She had her lips pressed in a tight line, raising her eyebrow at her husband.

"In my defense," Dean said, "Bones is pretty well trained." She shook her head in disappointment but still looked up with a smile.

Something told Dean he shouldn't admit that he's let go of the leash several times before, even today. Which is why he was so confident in Bones staying put, he'd just be digging his grave if he said so.

"Except for the fact that we're at a public park, with thousands of distractions, like squirrels and frisbees," She patted his hand, "He's very well trained but he's still an excited pup."

"Go fix your mistake, I'll hold down the fort," Cassie promised, she motioned with her head up the hill, "Come on, you know you should."

"Yeah, yeah. Alright," He said, quickly pressing his lips against her forehead, "I'll be back."

"And don't make an ass out of yourself," She said, returning a kiss on his nose. He waved her off knowing his mouth would probably get him in trouble. It usually does.

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Sam continued to shout, "Bones!" He spotted the pup about to run someone down.

"Bones! Halt!" Sam shouted with a whistle, and like the good dog he is, he immediately stopped. Right on someone's foot. Shit.

He made his way over to Bones hearing, "Oh, hello." Giving the dog a little wave, with a head tilt. Bones made no movement to get off the man's foot. He just continued to pant and barked a hello to him back.

Sam got up there, "Bones. Come on, buddy," fully expecting the pup to walk over and listen. However, Bones stayed put.

Sam sighed and walked over, picking up his leash, "I am so sorry, I would never intentionally let him roam like this." He did a slight pull but the dog just shook his head.

"May I pet him?" The stranger asked, making eye contact, now up close, Sam noticed, this is a very handsome stranger.

"Yeah, go ahead," Sam said, trying to hide his blush. Looking down, letting his hair fall in his face.

With the permission granted, the man bent down and scratched behind Bones' ear, "He's a fast runner."

"Yeah, that's for sure." Sam said, shaking his head. A little too fast.

"So Bones?" The man asked, and Sam blew some air out, not the first time he's gotten that.

He shrugged, and gave a weak, "He likes them."

"Very creative." Sam didn't miss the slight, or what he thought was, teasing. The little curl that pulled up his lips was so small, it was difficult to tell if Sam had imagined it.

Sam shook out his hair with a nervous hand, "I am not that great at naming things."

"Better than naming your dog after a physical attribute like spots," Not that this dog had any. But the man had heard too many dogs called such a name, Bones, it was a better name for sure.

"Barely," Sam said, and held a hand out, "my name is Sam."

The man looked at Sam's hand, with careful consideration, and shook his hand, "Castiel."

"Your parents are much better at naming than me and my parents." Sam joked.

"No, Sam is fitting," Castiel said, looking at Sam with such sincerity, "Very fitting."

Dean saw them, and ran up behind his brother, setting a hand on his shoulder, "See you got him, no harm no foul!"

"Dean, he could have run into the street." Sam said exasperated, shaking his head at his older brother.

"But he didn't." Dean argued.

Sam sighed heavily, "You are unbelievable."

"I can take him for you-" Dean offered with a hand out that Sam swatted away.

"Nope," Sam said, "you lost that privilege."

Dean shrugged and pointed up to Castiel, "Who is the flasher?"

Mortified, Sam shoved Dean, "You don't have to say everything you think, Dean."

"My name is Castiel." Thankfully ignoring the comment. Although, his eyebrows were knitted together in a glare that Sam was glad wasn't pointed at him.

"That name sounds familiar." Dean said, ignoring the hostility coming from Cas.

Sam patted for Bones who finally got off of Castiel's shoe, "It's angelic."

Dean nodded, "Oh, that makes sense."

Castiel tilted his head, quite surprised, "You two know angelic names?"

"Yeah, that's mainly due to our Dad." Sam answered. Dean gave Sam a knowing look, they knew that name after Sam got obsessed with angels, and would ramble on about them for hours. Didn't matter how insignificant they seemed to be, Sam held them all high in regards.

"Dad?" Castiel repeated, sounding nearly hopeful.

"Oh, we're brothers," Sam explained, pointing between him and Dean, "that's the only reason we hang out."

"Excuse me," Dean huffed, offended, "I am a delight."

"No," Sam looked him up and down, "You are not."

"I am," Dean defended and looked back up at their bystander, "You busy flasher?"

"If you keep calling me that, yes. Incredibly so." Castiel said, crossing his arms.

"Fine, Cas," Dean said, "you wanna hang out with us? My brother brought his dog to avoid being the third wheel."

Sam glared at his brother and let out a deep breath, "I brought Bones because he needed the exercise."

"Sure." Dean dismissed, rolling his eyes.

"I have some time to spare." Castiel answered, interrupting their fight.

Sam's face lit up, "Really?"

"Yes." Castiel answered, with a smile.

Dean looked at the two, God, he hopes they don't take forever to realize they're making heart eyes at each other, "Come on, we got a spot down there." Dean said, already walking away. Not bothering to wait for them.

"Is your brother always like this?" Castiel asked Sam, watching how in sync Sam and Bones were.

"No," Sam said, shaking his head, "he can be much worse."

Pulling a soft laugh out of Castiel, it was music to Sam's ears, "It's a good thing I have you as a better company."

"I'm not that great either." Sam warned.

"I'll be the judge of that," Castiel said, gently, "you have a personal bias." Placing a hand on Sam's shoulder, "So far, I like the company."

"I like your company too." Sam replied, patting Castiel's hand. Maybe he could forgive Dean for letting Bones go, just maybe.

#Meet cute anyone?#I'm slowly getting through a bunch of my wips if you haven't noticed #And this one was calling my name #sam winchester #castiel #cassie robinson #dean winchester #sastiel #samstiel #samcas #deancassie #storyhunter #bones the dog

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lazylittledragon · 5 days

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mombin pt 6 and look who showed up

(1)(2)(3)(4) (5)

#stranger things #platonic stobin #steddie #steve harrington #robin buckley #eddie munson #cw pregnancy #sorry to rob you of the meet cute but steve's got a lot going on. sometimes he needs a tinder date #someone said on my first mombin 'steddies will insert eddie into everything' kshjsdjsdjs #yes i will. i would be betraying myself if i didn't #ALSO #there is a teeny little plothole/inconsistency somewhere in this #it's like. easily explainable #i want to see if anyone else notices it #it's not that the car is backwards btw let's say that was just a crazy u turn

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luckyjorabbit · 10 months

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Obsessed w Doffy’s sunglasses/googles combo so I had to draw somethin with it but then wani too <3

#Would he wear the sunglasses under em? His shades are such a weird shape I dont think itd be possible! Hrmmm….#He woudlnt take em off around just anyone tho ofc ofc hehe #Dofladile #Dofuwani #donquixote doflamingo #Sir crocodile #One piece #Also obsessed w the idea of them being childhood friends somehow….. so thats kind what this is too. Meeting after years… its so cute T_T #Eye strain #Maybe!? These colors are kinda fucked sorry lol #Digital #procreate #fanart #my art #edit; added screentones

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satsuha · 2 months

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🎉 happy anniversary 🐙Ⅱ!! 🍻

can't believe it's been a year already!! i love this game to bits

#octopath traveler 2 #octopath traveler ii #satsuhart #octo2 #osvald v. vanstein #throne anguis #ochette #castti florenz #hikari ku #temenos mistral #agnea bristarni #partitio yellowil #agnea is drinking raspberry juice as she should (and as she prefers)#really really love the concept of taverns in the octopath series... the banters... meeting travelers who aren't on your party...#2's addition of the gramophone is also extremely cute and i like how it's technically 'plot relevant' (to partitio's story)#also as a side i like how when you look at therion and throne across both gens you can see whether it's meant to be during or post-game #(or the artist forgot to draw it lmao but it's intentional here)#also if anyone cares: i know metal tankards are used in partitio's illust and is most likely what was used over glass mugs for alcohol #but uhh i just wanted to draw sparkly beer 😇 i did my research tho i prommy

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kristalijah · 7 months

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HE'S CHECKING OUT GARY!!!! I REPEAT, HE'S CHECKING OUT GARY!!!!

#i havent posted anything on this site for years and i talk for these bitches..... as it should be #hes doing the marceline sexy smoldering eyes too i cant take this #i havent seen anyone talk about this and i am LOSING it over this detail i need everyone and their mother to know this #i already commented about this on youtube and someone was already doubting like 'i thought hes looking at the lemoncarbs'#AND I WILL SET THE RECORD STRAIGHT. U CAN SEE HIS EYES GO DOWN (TO WHERE GARY'S ASSETS ARE) THEN UP TO MEET HIS EYES WHEN HE LOOKS BACK #the lemoncarbs are clearly to the left where gary is staring at in horror.....keep up people.#he doesnt look at the lemoncarbs once until they started insulting gary's cute lil baking with the 'i hate their little faces' line #and then u can see his eyes move from left (to where lemoncarbs are) to right to look at gary again.#THERE. CASE OVER #I BETTER NOT SEE ANYONE INVALIDATE THEIR OBVIOUS FUCKING FLIRTING OR I WILL #cry. theyre very important to me. i love bubbline/gumlee so much i will die for them #its also funny that hes doing that NOW when our boy is clearly stressed tf out #its giving 'hate to see you leave love to see you go' energy lmaooo #gumlee #adventure time #fionna and cake #adventure time fionna and cake #gary prince #marshall lee

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nothingbizzare · 9 days

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Vampire au Teru is so dramatic

#IF ANYONE WANTS OTHER CHARACTERS DESIGNS FEEL FREE TO ASK BECAUSE I DONT KNOW WITH WHAT TO START FHKFHKFKHFKYFYJFJY #also feel free to draw them or write about them!!!!#nothingbizzare art #TERU GOING DOWN THE STAIRS FOR A DRAMATIC EFFECT WHEN MEETING MOB FOR THE FIRST TIME #HEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEH #i still love imagining Terumob but Tery staying in the shadow looking at Mob stay in the sun smiling at him...like Mob is his sun #they are cute !! mob would give him an umbrella and try hangout when is night with Teru #mp100 #mob psycho 100 #mp100 fanart #mob psycho fanart #teruki hanazawa #hanazawa teruki #mp100 vampire au

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ao3screenshotss · 4 months

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#submission #thank you for submitting!!#oh that’s actually iconic #is it just me or does anyone else have the urge to open a cafe after reading a cafe au? esp the meet cutes #like i studied business hoping to open a cafe and it’s just gonna be named after the latest coffee shop au i read

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strong-with-the-sarcasm · 5 months

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Part 13- goddamn when you're young

"My heart plays the songs of my lost years. My scars are a church for my old fears. My body's a wreck, but I don't care, I swear. So say a prayer, gotta lift me up, goddamn when you're young in America." -Young In America by Barns Courtney

Masterlist Part 12

Jazz felt the shockwave of the bomb seconds before the sound reached them. Concussive, lethal, far too close as Jazz pushed Jason to the ground, trying to shield him with her body. It was instinct to protect her loved ones, her body was near indestructible after all.

Chunks of wall and metal rained down on them, striking Jazz in the back but not forcing her down just yet, making sure to keep Jason tucked as far under her as possible and cradling his head. The debris hurt but ultimately couldn’t harm her, but they were stuck under until it was safe to move.

“Jason?” Jazz murmured, hearing still sensitive from the shockwave. He was still under her, shallow breaths against her sternum proof he was alive, but Jazz needed to hear his voice.

“Jason, talk to me.” She tried again, this time shuffling a bit to get some debris off her spine that was uncomfortable.

She felt him speak against her, “Jazz.” His speech was slurred so her name came out more like ‘ass’, funny it would be in any other moment, but not now that she felt like one for not being able to protect her boyfriend from what killed him previously. He wasn’t alone this time, Jazz was here and she wasn’t going to let go until she absolutely had to.

“It’s ok, Jay, I got you.” She promised, “We have to move.” Time was running out, just like her faith in this shitty apartment to hold itself together after such a blast. She had to get them both out of here, but-

Her train of thought was interrupted by something warm on her thigh. Jazz didn’t need to guess what it was from the smell alone.

Blood.

It wasn’t hers, no it had the tinge of corrupted ecto to it and held Jason’s scent just on the surface.

Fuck, he’d been hurt.

Jazz cursed out loud and shifted again, forcing debris away from the two of them so she could summon her sword. It was dangerous to rip open a portal from below, but she had no other choice. Thankfully, she was skilled enough to create a directional difference on the other side, so no debris would fall on them and they themselves wouldn’t have to plummet from above.

Channeling her energy towards her hand, Jazz released her hold on Jason’s head as she felt the cool metal of her sword handle settle into her palm, vibrating slightly from being called forth.

Envisioning the Far Frozen, her sword vibrated more strongly in acceptance before she imagined where she wanted the portal and with far more effort that she should have expended, Jazz thrusted her sword into the floor beneath them.

Her beautiful sword, her Faithkeeper, hummed as the fabric of reality was torn asunder and allowed for the Infinite Realms to bleed through, Jazz held her breath as Jason’s muffled scream echoed in her chest as they sunk through her portal to be embraced by winter frost.

It wasn’t easy to let Jason be taken from her grasp, even if it was Frostbite himself who cradled her lover to his soft fur. The Yeti had come bounding across the snow to her side, ready to fight an army but only to be greeted by Jazz’s teary face as she cradled the love of her life to her chest.

Frostbite didn’t say anything as he brought them both back to the tribe.

Jazz refused to leave Jason’s side even as he was stitched up, gently carding a shaking hand through his dark hair, wanting nothing more than to wrap him up in a blanket and hide him from the world. He had been hurt in her apartment, on her watch, in her haunt. It was unacceptable.

Danny would no doubt be investigating the explosion that had occurred in his haunt, even if Jazz’s tear in reality hadn’t alerted him to the fact that something was very wrong. She hadn’t tasted any corrupted ectoplasm in the air, which the GIW unknowingly used in their weapons post-Fenton death and lack of access to the Realms, but still didn’t eliminate them as suspects.

The question was- Why? If Jazz could answer that then she’d eventually find the culprit and properly deal with them.

(Eviscerate them.)

But not right now, Jason was more important than murder getting on the trail of whoever was idiotic enough to hurt the man she loved.

By the time Jason woke up, Jazz had zero doubts she would have to come clean about everything spooky going on.

His blue eyes were narrowed In contemplation as he digested her words, her explanation of where they were, what happened, why they were there and so on.

He didn’t seem angry, which she took as a good sign.

“So I’m a Revenant.” The word sounded wrong in the air between them, bitter with the memory of death, his death.

“You were, but now-“

He cut her off, “I’m a Liminal.”

Jazz nodded, softly rubbing her thumb over his hand she held in her own, comforted by the rhythm of his pulse against her fingers.

“And you’re like me?” It was a question, one of hope that Jason wasn’t alone, that someone would understand.

“Yes, I’m a liminal too.” They had time to get into the finer details of their respective liminality, Proto-Cores and all. For right now, the basics were enough.

Jason fixed his gaze back on her, searching her features for something, something he clearly found much to her bewilderment, “You’re Regent.”

It was spoken with awe and sadness. Jason knew what she had done to the Fentons, to her proginators, but he still wasn’t angry.

She didn’t answer him with words, only lifting his hand to her lips to leave a kiss on his palm. Many things would need to be discussed later, but for now they had this moment to rest.

Frostbite allowed them to stay in the healing tent for a day cycle, content with Jason’s vitals and ecto-levels left the room, but not before sparing Jazz a knowing look as she held fast to her boyfriend. Yes, the old Yeti knew the answers to several questions of hers and it only served to further tie the two liminals together.

Jason, for his part, was calm and resting peacefully despite how his temperature began to fluctuate every so often, not as bad as when he’d first been brought to the Realms though. Further proof that he was settling in well as a Proto-core liminal, but Jasmine still worried every time a shiver ran through him. She didn’t want to invade his space without his consent, especially now that it wasn’t life threatening enough that she had to use her own Proto-core heat, but she still wanted nothing more than to curl into his chest and block out the world.

“Jazz….” Jason mumbled, drawing the Regent back to her love. He was somewhat conscious again, but still ready to be dragged back under.

“Yeah, Jay?” Jasmine responded, hand squeezing his own lightly where she had yet to let go.

Her love didn’t answer, lifting up his opposite arm from the one she held captive and Jazz took the initiative embarrassingly quick to climb over and settle against his side in a familiar fashion as they would on her bed.

(Jazz loved the smell of him on her sheets.)

(Gunpowder, petrichor and something uniquely Jason.)

“‘M sorry, Jay.” The red head mumbled, head resting against his chest right above the steady beat of his heart. There were many things she had to apologize for in this lifetime (and never would), but for Jason she felt they were necessary. He’d been nothing but good to her, watching over her as she walked home late at night, softly reading to her by lamplight, cooking her favorite food… he was her perfect match.

Her soulmate.

Despite how bad she wanted to mock the overused cliche, Jazz could not dispute its validity at any angle other than sheer audacity of it happening to her of all people.

(The one lost in the dark.)

Perhaps it was meant to be, she mused, with her proclivity towards the darkness of mind and soul that her other half would possess a proto-core of shadows. The same ones that hid him, aided him and now gave him life in a completely ironic sense.

(Not dead.)

(One foot in the grave.)

(Cat in a box.)

(What are we today?)

“No.” Jason rumbled underneath her ear in the same baritone she loved to hear. He didn’t say anything more, so Jazz left him to fall back asleep. They would talk more later anyways.

For now, Jazz was left to her thoughts.

Danny’d been about to take a sip of his milkshake when the ripple of sheer terror came over him, body and core. One that he’d only felt when Amity was pulled into the Realms, when his people were hurt and terrified.

Jazz.

He didn’t even bother to say goodbye to Signal, the Sunshine child startled by Danny’s sudden departure- no he literally started sprinting in the direction of his haunt, where Jazz should be, not even dropping his milkshake as he ran. The meta was probably going to follow him but he wasn’t all that concerned, hell he’d take Sunshine over Stabby any day… but Jazz!

Jazz was in trouble!

The ripple was her effect on his core, a side effect of a portal being opened within the bounds of his haunt. Usually he didn’t really pay attention to it, other than a passing thought that she was back home safe, but terror at the same time? No. Jazz was in trouble and he needed to be there now.

(And he fucking forgot he could fly. )

Tossing his milkshake over his shoulder to where the meta was almost about to grab him by the arm, Danny ducked out of sight and transformed into his ghostly alter, rings of light barely making a complete pass before he was off in the air.

He left a very baffled daylight hero, covered in boo-berry delight, watching him go.

Duke, not for the first time, had the thought of- Add that to the list of ‘must never let B find out’.

Prime adoption bait Danny Nightingale was prime bat bait because he was a vigilante already.

He’d seen the strange shadow shapes around the teenager ever since they’d first met on a random Gotham rooftop, with Danny lounging on a lawn chair with coffee and a look that screamed he wished for the sweet release of death, but he’d put it down to ‘meta-in-hiding’ and closed the case.

(Not before getting the background on the kid thanks to Oracle.)

It wasn’t the first time his ghost sight had outed a meta and Duke was positive it wouldn’t be the last, but Danny had been the first to have an overlay rather than an aura. Others, metas included, had silhouettes of themselves of colors associated with them as a being. Batman was charcoal grey, Jason was red, Tim was brown and Duke was yellow. Rarely had he’d seen an overlay of something else, something other and familiar to the hero.

Standing over Danny’s shoulder, ever still and watchful with its green, green gaze fixed unflinching forwards was a King.

(A Phantom King.)

Skin tinted light blue as if suffering hypothermia, stark white hair braided across one shoulder with several glass beads tied into the strands that clinked with every shift Danny made in an echo of wind chimes, sharp features set in a neutral expression as if frozen in place. Snowflakes dusted the light blue collar of a black cloak fastened at the collarbone with a shard of ice entrapping a green flame and galaxies lazily floating across the span of the cloak, though with every movement it parted to reveal a white shirt tucked haphazardly into black jeans.

The being wore a crown of green ice on its head that reflected the sunlight.

Duke felt in his bones that should he dare try anything against Danny that he would come face to face with the otherworldly being.

(Why did the being look like a victim of hypothermia?)

(Why was it attached to Danny?)

(And why did he just see a variation of it fly away?)

It wasn’t until Duke was about to fall asleep some hours later that the realization struck him about what he’d seen standing behind Danny.

He’d seen the future Phantom.

Phantom frosted over the smoldering embers of what had been his sister’s apartment building, the remnants clinging to a broken frame like a shambling corpse. He’d not been able to hear anyone in need, most importantly he couldn’t hear Jazz though. Her apartment was on the top floor with roof access, but it was empty of life forms much to his relief. Jazz had probably gotten out using a portal.

Phantom lingered for a few moments in the debris of his sister’s home, carefully sorting through for anything salvageable that couldn’t wait. Most of the shelves were furthest from the blast zone so Jazz’s books were going to be fine, though singed and ash coated alongside the contents of her closet, which included a hidden safe Phantom phased a hand through.

His hand touched something glass, thrumming with power underneath his fingers and familiar.

(Pure ecto.)

(What Jazz needs to remain alive.)

Phantom hurriedly retrieved the vials, shoving them into his chest for safekeeping before moving on towards where he suspects the bomb was placed.

It was odd.

He’d been expecting corroded remains of a cannablized Fenton explosive, the ones he’d been familiar with down in the lab, but this was plainly human for even a goopy ghouly ghosty like him to see.

Not a trace of corrupted ectoplasm either, a sure sign of GIW presence due to the nature of their technology. The GIW wouldn’t plant something like this for the hell of it right? It’s not ‘anti-ghost’ in the slightest!

Who else would target Jazz, the most ecto-contaminated being on Earth?

(Unless she wasn’t the target.)

Definitely human oriented explosive, timed and locked firmly into place with what looks to be a steel plate bolted into the floorboards, clearly meant to be left unattended for a long period of time. Delayed detonation.

(Explosives were never his strong suit.)

(But he’d learnt at the knee of Jack Fenton.)

(And so he knew many things he wished he didn’t.)

(What his beating heart looks like.)

(“-molecule by molecule!”)

This wasn’t meant for a liminal being, but for humans.

Either someone targeted Jazz without that bit of extra knowledge or she wasn’t the target.

(Sure looked like it though.)

(Right in the middle of the empty apartment next door.)

“I’m telling you, his tracker stopped working right there!”

Tim didn’t like going outside most days. The sun hurt his eyes and he hated being swarmed by people.

(Ugh, people.)

Yet, here he was, in the outernet with only sunglasses and a ball cap to ward off pesky reporters on his way to the last location of his most murderous sibling at the edge of said sibling’s territory.

(Tim hated Crime Alley with a vengeance.)

The Ridge wasn’t where he’d ever expect to find Jason, the older man preferring to remain in the Alley if he wasn’t wandering Gotham proper. The Ridge was neglected and crime ridden up to a few months previously, the vigilantes Phantom and Regent claimed the territory as their own to protect. It was kind of awe-inspiring to study the real-time data plummet with their presence, though the big Bat himself wasn’t pleased with openly active ‘Metas’ in his city despite their obvious positive influence.

Phantom was once a vigilante from Amity Park, Illinois, the town that claimed itself to be the most haunted place on Earth. It’s population was halved on its opinion of the ghost, almost split perfectly between generations on whether or not the teenager was a hero or the one controlling the attacking ghosts. With what Tim knew now thanks to the Ghost Files, he was of the firm belief that the vigilante was only defending his haunt from both ghost hunters and ghosts. Major Justice League level threats had been handled by Phantom almost single-handedly, though Batman had been livid to discover that someone had classified the distress calls from the small town as pranks.

(He’d listened to every single one.)

(There was nothing about them that screamed prank.)

(And no, they still hadn’t found who had committed such a fuck up.)

It was fortunate that Phantom was a Protector spirit with all the powers available to him, not to mention the grit and resilience he displayed in every major fight he threw himself into. Mad respect to the ghost boy, couldn’t have been easy.

(Though Tim could never unsee the death and rebirth of that same hero.)

(The scream echoes in his ears when he thinks too hard about it.)

Unfortunately for him, his thoughts screeched to a halt when he found the location he’d been sent to.

A burnt shell of an apartment building held together by Phantom’s ice, firefighters carefully searching for anyone left trapped inside, civilians loitering around like ants at a picnic. No one spared him more than a passing glance, but Tim still noted the weary gazes and tried to get information. No one could say anything more than an explosion happened, with Phantom following close behind to form Ice on the building in an effort to keep it intact, before the ghost kid entered himself and Phantom had yet to leave.

Jason was in the building when the explosion happened, but without a time to match the tracker read out to they wouldn’t know if he’d been killed in the blast, tracker affected by the shockwave or pinned down by debris.

“Hey babs, did Jason have a safe house here?” Tim asked, soft spoken into his phone so as to not be overheard.

Barbara didn’t answer, but Tim had a feeling he wasn’t going to like whatever she said next.

“…in a way?”

“You just answered a question with a question.” He accused, a bit of shock coloring his words. Barbara definitely knew something she wasn’t sharing.

“Jason might have… a girlfriend…”

“What.”

It came pouring out, “Its so cute, they’re so cute. He just adores her and she’s so sweet to him, I’ve never seen him smile so much and he’s so calm-“

“Woah, woah, slow down, Jason has a girlfriend?” If it wasn’t so concerning from his angle, the explosion wracked building in front of him, he would be cackling at the juicy blackmail as only a younger sibling can.

“Mhm, Jasmine Nightingale, twenty years old and applicant for Gotham University currently pending. Younger brother is Danny Nightingale who often talks to Signal whenever Duke crosses his path, obsessed with Space and science, currently attending Gotham Academy. Jasmine has a trust fund allowance from the estate of her presumed dead godfather, but that’s the only thing that stands out.”

(Jasmine and Jason.)

(Tim felt happy for his older brother despite their history.)

“This is her apartment, isn’t it.”

Tim didn’t need Barbara to answer that either, the silence spoke for itself.

“Well, shit.”

A/N: 3k words for you! @meditating-cat had suggested making the last section more dramatic, but I want to save that for the next part where I want Bruce to react. And now Jason finally knows the truth! I can't wait to write more about him as Hood with Regent out in Gotham.

Yes, beta read by @meditating-cat who also gave me some song suggestions. If you have any of your own please don't hesitate to message me! I love music and often use it for inspiration in my works.

In fact the very last part of this series was written first as a draft before I even made Regent!Jazz or Vigilante!Jazz, because of a Katy Perry song.

It has always been a Hardcover pairing though.

Thanks for reading!

#dp x dc #dp x dc au #dpxdc #jazz fenton #dc x dp crossover #regent!jazz #jason todd #anger management ship #hardcover ship #jazz x jason #Tim: He has a girlfriend?#Barbara: THEY ARE SO CUTE TOGETHER #Of course Oracle knows about Jazz #But Jason made her swear not to tell anyone until he was ready for Jazz to meet the Batfam #but now Jason is in the know about Jazz and Danny!#Yes beta read we live like Jason Todd!#Jazz is gonna have the Batgirls give her a shovel talk #Danny loves his milkshakes #I couldn't resist the pun

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ryllen · 1 year

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it’s okay for things to be messy sometimes

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michyeosseo · 2 months

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I am always indebted to you. – It will cost quite a lot.

Honey Lee and Yoon Sa Bong as JO YEO-HWA & JANG SO-WOON

KNIGHT FLOWER (2024)

#kdramaladies #kdramaedit #kdrama #knight flower #honey lee #yoon sa bong #밤에 피는 꽃 #may those who celebrate have a lovely international women's day x #a dedicated otp layout for the y2k follows hoho #(the puppy is cute-ish if one is into that sort but they're more ~my style~ + our titular heroine has two hands)#a slowburn realization yet such specific hit for me #was that time jang sowoon straight up declared commit to my lady's emancipation or gtfo she's so real to jo yeohwa like that ok #like what do you mean the merchant guild leader and the widowed lady slash vigilante not only are acquainted #but has partnered to save others since their fateful meeting #she pledges to give her All and she need only ask #having understated banter while they're at (the very open secret) meetups at sowoon's private quarters #yeohwa plops herself there sans knocking every night #quirky '대행수~' this; sardonic '아씨...' that + occasional lip slapping then The Ledger waltzes in before convo ends #the damsel trope check so very important despite well the rush of it all #someone anyone please write that glossed over aftermath >.<#OH AND THEN HEARTY FINALE BREAKFASTTTTTTT #the suggestive whispering i would have to make that gifset separately as well whew Hot Hot Hot #honey unni said in the post-drama interview she's most excited shooting scenes with sabong unnir because she's bringing it every!time!

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thisisapaige · 3 months

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i need some cutesy fluffy fanficy shit to happen to me stat

#anyone wanna meet cute?#paige rambles on

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here-there-everyfuckenwhere · 1 year

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I saw this post the other day that said something about how back in The Day, most sitcoms were about a group of friends or a family, and very little was ever said about their jobs and what they do for a living. And now all sitcoms are set in a workplace and very little is said about people’s lives outside of work and I just wanna say; Ever since I read that post, I have been ripping my hair out.

Because like. Yeah. That’s basically it, isn’t it? In the 80s and 90s it was all about hanging out with your friends at the coffee house or spending time with your family after work and on the weekends, and that was the most important thing in these characters lives, and now it’s just. Work. Friends outside of work? Don’t exist. Family outside of work? Don’t matter. “Workplace romances” is such an overused trope nowadays because these characters don’t meet anyone outside of work. And it’s never really fulfilling work, either. Normally it’s an office or someplace where people wish they were doing something else.

Kicking, screaming, biting ect ect.

#IM SO MAD ABOUT THIS #like this is literally the most upsetting thing in the world to me #the fact that even the media we consume nowadays reflects this weird grind culture thing #don’t meet anyone outside of work #all of your main milestones and celebrations in life revolve around work #your friends and family don’t matter as long as you have a place to work #I AM GOING TO CRY #remember that episode of Friends where Chandler realises he hates his job and just randomly quits #and then Monica is confused for a second and the. he says something along the lines of #oh well. it’s just a job. I’ll get another one.#and this all happened because they forced him to work through Christmas Eve so he couldn’t spend it with his friends or Monica.. ???#remember how in TV shows a character working through Christmas Eve would prompt them to just randomly walk out..?#and realise their worth as an employee..?#and now it’s just A Cute Christmas Episode #because all these characters do is work #THIS IS UPSETTING #ray rants and junk #personal #the office #b99 #parks and rec #abbott elementary #superstore #also I don’t remember the original post or who made it unfortunately but they put it much more elegantly than I have here lol

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hey, your video compilation of 4chan post about shield is a great ressource for fandom psychology. Interesting to see another user who lurk the wrestling board and use tumblr. Did you ever work on compilation of the tumblr fandom during the peak of the shield era ? I did not research it yet. xoxo

glad someone liked that video, only in times when im super fixated on something will i end up searching through the 4chan archives for more content...unfortunately 4chan vernacular tends to get a laugh out of me (if it isnt absolute lowtier content, had to scrape through a lot of that). the shield stuff i tried to get from when it was at its peak and you'll see posts on there from 2013+, but i also got modern stuff now bc the boardspeak actually changed with it.

ironically it is way easier to deepdive and compile stuff from 4chan bc it has a much better archival system than tumblr; ive also looked for lots of old stuff on deviantart due to the crossover but i found that it has a pretty shitty way of archiving/sorting older posts (just like on here. ive been on tumblr since 13 so i know what sorts of areas to look for, but its still very hard to find it directly on here. i havent spent as much time as i did getting those posts for that video so i can try harder.)

fandom psychology is interesting to me too so im happy you saw my video with that angle. ive collected lots of old shield fangirl content off of sites like weheartit and pinterest (ironically those are often better at keeping images up for longer periods of time) too but i didnt know if i should make a comp, maybe i will. i also looked through random forums and places like lolcow dot farms (which only really granted one of the screenshots...not too much discussion over there for good or bad. i was hoping to find discussion abt shieldfangirls or wrestling rpf but surprisingly they didnt think to make a "point and laugh" thread abt those topics). i find it interesting how much shieldrelated psychosis was on both sides of the spectrum (tumblr vs 4chan)....i could talk more on it but im a little brainless and sleep deprived rn

heres some extras i had that didnt make the cut (plus just some of my favorites):

and these were from a thread talking abt the modern stereotypical tumblr wrestling fan (specifically talking abt aedubs young bucks fans/the elite fans)

(*fangirl in this is a term im using loosely of course)

#surprisingly there is actually LESS shield blingees than dx or cm punk blingees. that at least i could find. theres a large number of #desktop background edits from deviantart and content like the fanfic edits/“outfits i would wear to meet the shield”/ogflowercrown phone bg #collages. and the like. i could compile all this shit i just didnt think it mattered to anyone LOL #sorry for the long post everyone #the most interesting thing abt the shields hayday and eventual fall on 4chan was 1) how many guys unironically loved seth up until he #“turned shoot faggot”/or the first knee injury. he was a fan favorite on there even with the contrarian posters saying otherwise (most of #4chan is just being. the contrarian so that tracks). and 2) the huge divide between guys who hated ambrose (usually bc he was over with #female fans...theres still that divide with how straight men dont understand favs among women. also goes along w my noted difference in fav #among queer men/women etc etc - but they would mask this by saying they hated that he was a jobber (true) or his inring technique was slopp #) and guys who adored ambrose bc he was a promo guy...they loved his early promos/“he just like me fr”.. (and a large grouping of dudes who #would call him cute). i dunno just stuff i noticed #also. obviously a lotta mox hate due to dickriding cornette #the shields peak is interesting to me so i might continue to compile more shit like this when i get the time. i have the shield dvds too #and wanted to do a LONG journey of p1rat1n6 all their scenes off of pcock while i still have my sub. but it would take a while #also. love ur acc bc i too enjoy thinkin abt the fem versions of dude wrestlers #fleshclipstag #tactical-asks

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