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arrowmaker15 · 5 months

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(Red Hood and Red Robin sitting on a rooftop while on patrol)

*silence*

Red Hood: Wanna fake a fight to make B think I'm turning back into a supervillain?

Red Robin: Oh, definitely.

#dc comics #incorrect quotes #incorrect dc quotes #batfam incorrect quotes #jason todd #tim drake #red hood #red robin #these two are chaotic together #believe it or not #it makes everyone very nervous #brothers Tim and Jason #because I need it

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luxaofhesperides · 1 month

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I'm not sure if you're still taking Ghostlights requests, but if you are: Dick asking Duke to take Haley to the dog park for him in order to set up a meet-cute for him with the guy with the weird green rottweiler

And if you aren't, just know that you're doing great and I appreciate the hell out of you

“Oh, shoot!”

Hearing Dick rush around as a frantic mess is not uncommon while he’s in Gotham. There’s too many people wanting to spend time with him that he ends up pulled in a bunch of different directions. Dick’s always in a rush, always busy, always making time for people because he has more love than Duke has ever seen in a person.

Dick’s also got pretty good time management skills after years of doing this. He’s only cutting out a few minutes early for their designated three hour catch-up session.

That doesn’t mean he’s going to do it gracefully, though.

“Almost lost track of the time!” he says, moving to the couch to pick up his jacket. “Hey, Duke, can do you me a favor while I’m out?”

“Sure, what is it?”

“Can you take Haley to the dog park? I usually take her twice a week around this time, but I totally forgot to include that in my calendar this week so I’ve got plans with the Titans just outside the city, and no time to take her out.”

“Yeah, man, of course I can take her to the dog park. The one attached to Robinson Park, right?”

Dick nods, shoving his shoes onto his feet. “That’s the one! Her treats are also in the bag hanging next to her leash. Oh, and she has a friend at the dog park! Don’t be scared when you see him, he’s just green.”

“Oh…kay?”

“Great, thanks! Bye, Duke, I’ll see you later!”

And with that, Dick is gone, closing the door to his safehouse as he dashes into the hall.

Duke is left alone in Dick’s Gotham safehouse, blinking dazedly at the empty space where he once was. He’s certainly a whirlwind of activity when he realizes he’s going to be late. He’s also skilled in just saying things and leaving before any questions can be answered.

Haly jumps up onto the couch next to Duke. They share a look, then Duke shakes his head. “You have to deal with that every day, huh?”

Haly, the good girl that she is, doesn’t say anything bad against her owner and just puts a paw on Duke’s thigh, her tail wagging.

“I hear ya, girl. Let’s go to the dog park to meet your green friend, I guess.”

He has no idea what that means, honestly. Is Dick just talking about a dog that got its fur dyed green? Or is Haly’s friend like… a mutant dog?

Well, he’s not going to find out by stalling.

Duke pets Haly, then stands up and walks to the door. Her head perks up as soon as she hears the jangle of her leash being moved, and then she’s running to the door, looking up at him expectantly. Smiling, Duke slips the harness onto her, then attached it to the leash. He gives her another quick pet before shoving on his shoes and grabbing her bag of treats and waste disposal bags.

He double checks that he has his phone, then takes hold of Dick’s spare safehouse key and steps out into the hallway with Haly. She waits patiently as he locks the door, checks that the lock holds, then runs down the hallway, ripping the leash right out of his hands.

“Haly! Wait! Stop, girl!”

She happily ignores him and goes straight for the elevator, leaving him to run after her and quickly scoop up the leash as soon as he’s close enough.

“Of course you’re a little escape artists,” he says to her, “Just like your owner.”

Haly woofs softly, then stands up and scratches at the doors of the elevator. Shaking his head, amused, Duke pushes the button to call the elevator and wonders if Dick has to deal with this every time they go to the dog park.

On one hand, it wouldn’t surprise him since Dick is absolutely the kind of guy to give in to his dog’s every whims and spoil her rotten. On the other hand, Duke fully believes that Haly is smart enough and cute enough to misbehave only when Dick isn’t around so he never believes people when they try to tell him about all the mischief she’s caused.

Dogs and their owners really do reflect one another. The internet was right about that.

Duke makes sure to keep a tight grip on Haly’s leash once they leave the apartment building. The streets are busy, as they tend to be on weekends, and the sight of Haly straining against her leash, ready to run, brings a smile to more than one face.

He plots the route to the dog park in his mind, then starts up a light jog, tugging lightly on the leash to prompt Haly to follow him.

It’s nice to run just for the sake of it. Haly makes a good running partner as well.

How long has it been since Duke had time to relax and not be prepared for the worst? All the running he usually does these days is to catch up with criminals or run for his life. Being out during the day, moving through the city, without any lives in danger? Genuinely nice and relaxing.

Maybe he can offer to take Haly to the dog park from now on. Join Dick whenever he goes. Create a set few hours where he doesn’t do anything but enjoy being outside in one of the few places where the smog of pollution and chemical toxins isn’t so thick in the air.

He’ll just have to make sure Dick doesn’t agree to something else during those days. It’s still strange to think that Dick could forget to do something involving Haly when he’s such a good dog owner and a pro at juggling various responsibilities and a busy schedule.

Well, they all have off days. This must be one of Dick’s.

The sidewalks get wider once they reach the street that leads to the park. Families fill up the space, walking with strollers in front of them or lined up at a food cart. The vivid green of spring fills the grassy fields that lead to the large patches of trees, marking the edge of Poison Ivy’s territory. Clovers decorate the ground, bees moving from flower to flower.

There are other dogs on walks as well, making circuits around the park or running after toys. Duke spots a cat in a walking harness as well and wonders if he can convince Damian to get one for Alfred the cat.

The dog park is on the other end of the park, as far away from Ivy’s territory as possible. The fenced off areas are separated into big dogs and small dogs, with a helpful guide as to which dogs go where posted at the entrance.

Duke slows to a walk, breathing deeply to help settle his heart rate back down to something normal. Haly walks by his side, tail wagging, as she watches the other dogs run back and forth behind the fence.

She’s still small, just growing out of puppy size, so Duke leads her into the small dog area, carefully making sure the gate doesn’t open enough for any quick dogs to make a break for it. He walks over to a bench and sits down before undoing the harness on her, setting her loose.

Haly licks his hand once, then darts away, barking lightly as she joins the other dogs tumbling around each other.

Amused, Duke leans back at watches as the other dogs sniff her, then do their funny little bowing stomps, moving back and forth before running off so she can give chase.

He figures staying for an hour will be good enough. That should get the most of her energy out, and then they can make the long trek back to Dick’s safehouse so he can pick her up before he heads back to Bludhaven. Pulling out his phone, Duke settles in to wait, keeping half his attention on Haly just in case any of the other dogs decide to get a little too rough.

The first twenty minutes pass peacefully. Haly runs around and the owners of the other dogs give her pets when she runs up to them. One even went over to Duke to offer him a pack of fruit gummies.

Then a loud bark fills the air and Duke jerks upright, watching with wide eyes as a colossally large dog, green and glowing and slightly transparent, comes barrelling down the street, headed right towards them.

He doesn’t have time to yell Haly’s name before the dog is in the fence. None of the other dog owners look alarmed, though, so he watches carefully, prepared to jump up and save Haly at a moment’s notice.

“Cujo!” someone yells from down the street. A guy with dark hair comes running up and smoothly jumps over the fence. “Cujo, how many times do I have to tell you not to run off like that?”

The green dog, apparently Cujo, barks happily.

“And you’re too big for this park right now, buddy. Shrink, boy. It’s time to be small.”

And then Cujo… obeys? The dog shrinks, and instead of being the size of a bus, it’s now small enough to be carried in someone’s arms.

Green dog is not enough warning for all of that. Dick owes him so much for this.

Actually, he’s kind of shocked that Dick never mentioned this to anyone. Surely a giant green dog would get people’s attention. Why is this the first time he’s heard about it?

“You new around here?” someone asks, and Duke turns to see the person who gave him the fruit gummies.

“Kinda? It’s my first time coming to the dog park. I’m looking after Haly, that one right over there.” He points out Haly, who is running in circles around Cujo.

“Ah, I see. Dick mentioned someone new would be coming today.”

Duke narrows his eyes. He’s starting to get the feeling that he’s been set up for something, but he’s not sure what.

“I’ll give you the spiel we tell all newcomers, in that case,” they continue. “Cujo is a ghost dog. Poor thing died during some animal testing, far as we know. Danny looks after him, since Cujo got attached to the kid years ago before he moved to Gotham. He’s a kind one, but very nervous, and we’ve all got an agreement to keep quiet about him and Cujo round this parts. You better be holding your tongue, as well, ya hear me?”

“Sure thing,” Duke nods. “My lips are sealed.”

He’ll just ask Dick about the ghost dog situation and do his own investigation if needed. But Cujo is just a dog, and his owner is just a guy. Nothing threatening, nothing requiring a Bat’s attention.

“Good,” they nod. “I’ll get out of your hair now.” They’re gone before Duke can reply, adjusting the hat on their head as they head back to their group in the back left corner of the dog park.

Satisfied that things are under control, Duke relaxes back into the bench, watching Haly and Cujo tumble around with the other dogs, barking happily. Haly’s still growing into her paws, so she trips and falls often, but gets up without a moments pause, ready to keep playing.

From the corner of his eyes, Duke catches sight of someone walking towards him.

He looks over and finds Cujo’s owner—Danny, wasn’t it?—approaching. Their eyes meet, and Danny offers him a sheepish smile and a wave. His eyes are a dark blue that seem to glow with some otherworldly light, and Duke can swear he sees something shifting around him, as if the air has turned visible and twists around his body like wisps of smoke.

“Mind if I sit with you?” Danny asks, and Duke moves to the side a bit.

“Go ahead,” he says.

“You’re Duke, right? Dick told me about you last week.”

It’s looking more and more like Dick is up to something, and Duke will need to get his revenge. “Did he? All good things, I hope.”

“Aha, yeah, all good things. Um, actually I think I should apologize? I maybe said you sounded like my type so Dick promised that he’d get you here somehow. Sorry if this is messing up your plans for the day.”

Oh. Oh!

Well. That’s interesting.

Duke quietly shelves his plans for revenge against Dick and takes a proper look at Danny. He’s shy, but with a bright smile, glowing eyes and strange smoke curling around him still, and messy black hair windswept from chasing after Cujo. There’s a flush in his cheeks and his long fingers fiddle with the string of his dark red hoodie.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t have any plans today. This is way better than just sleeping all day.”

“Well, I don’t know about that,” Danny laughs, “There’s nothing I like more than being able to sleep all day. That would fix me for sure.”

There’s a loud bark, and Danny’s eyes snap back to Cujo, who is growing bigger. “Cujo!” Danny yells, voice sharp. “Shrink down, or we go home.”

Cujo grumbles, whines, then goes back to being little. The green dog only has a moment to look sad before Haly is tackling him, sending them back into another chase around the park.

“Sorry about that,” Danny says, slouching against the bench.

“It’s all good,” Duke replies. “So. I’m your type, huh?”

Danny’s cheeks turn a deep, charming red. He looks away, then nods and ducks his head down.

“And that hasn’t changed after meeting me?”

Danny shakes his head, then peeks over at Duke, gaze slowly moving up his body until he meets Duke’s eyes. “Definitely hasn’t changed,” he says.

Now it’s Duke’s turn to feel his cheeks burn, flustered and pleasantly surprised by Danny’s boldness. It doesn’t help that Danny is cute, someone he can see himself falling for.

“Good,” he says, then knocks his knee against Danny’s. “I wouldn’t mind getting to know you more. On one condition.”

“Oh? And what would that be?”

“Tell me what Dick told you about me. I wanna make sure he wasn’t sharing an embarrassing stories about me. If I’m gonna make a fool of myself, then I’ll do it myself with no outside help.”

Danny’s laugh is bright and warm and sends butterflies dancing in Duke’s stomach. “Fair enough!” he says. “And you know what? I’ll trade you for embarrassing stories. Trust me, I have so many. Nothing you’ve done can be worse that the dumb shit I do on a regular basis.”

“Woah, woah, woah, confident, aren’t we? Don’t say that until you’ve heard about some of the stupid situation I choose to throw myself into.”

“Please, I’m an younger brother. If anyone knows how to be stupid, it’s me.”

“I’m part of the disaster that is the Wayne family. I think that has you beat.”

“My parents are mad scientists and my dog is a ghost. Try again.” The teasing smile on Danny’s lips makes him want to be reckless, to keep pushing, to go down this path as far as he can. Duke can’t remember the last time he clicked with someone so instantly, to be so comfortable with them so soon.

Damn. He’s gonna have to thank Dick for this, isn’t he?

As if on cue, his phone buzzes in his pocket. Duke pulls it out with an apologetic smile to Danny, who leans back a bit to give him some privacy.

The text that pops up is from Dick. It’s a photo of him and Danny from the side, heads bent close together as they talk with bright smiles. He can just make out the wild red curls of Kori’s hair.

“I’m gonna put jello in his socks,” Duke says cheerfully, already looking around to find where Dick is hiding.

He probably already moved locations, the ass.

“What’s up?”

He holds out his phone so Danny can see the screen. Danny stares at it, then looks around, then stares at the screen again.

“...Is he watching us?”

“Yep.”

“...Should we do something about it?”

Duke shrugs. “I mean, I’m up for hunting him down and tackling him if you are.”

“I can do you one better,” Danny says with a sharp grin. He whistles, and Cujo comes running over, Haly at his heels, and he skids to a stop to sit before Danny. “Cujo. You remember Dick?” Cujo barks, as if answering. “Fetch! Go fetch Dick!”

Cujo jumps to his feet, grows from the size of a pug to a bear, and takes off for the art instillation farther into Robinson Park. Moments later, they hear a yell followed by loud laughter, and Cujo and running back, Dick hanging from his mouth, with Kori, Donna, and Roy following after him at a leisurely stroll.

“I think we’re gonna get along great,” Duke says. “He’s gonna wish he never set us up.”

“That’s the way to do it,” Danny agrees.

“Say, wanna grab lunch together tomorrow?”

Danny blinks, then blushes again. “What, like a date?”

“Yeah, as a date. You up for it?”

“How could I say no? I was promised embarrassing stories.”

He watches as Cujo drops a rumpled looking Dick to the ground, half his shirt soaked with saliva. He dramatically mimes being shot in the heart when he sees them both looking at him, and goes limp when Kori picks him up and tries to set him on his feet.

Then he tries to act very calm and cool as Danny leans against him. “Think he’s gonna follow up on our date?” Danny asks in a low voice.

Duke closes his eyes and tries not to despair. He didn’t even think of that. “Worse. He’s going to tell everyone else, then we’ll have every available Wayne kid stalking us on our date.”

“Guess I’ll have to rely on you to chase them off, huh?”

“Or we can sic Cujo on them again.”

“Or that,” Danny nods. “It’s always effective.”

He’s really going to have to bring his best to the date tomorrow, just to stay a step ahead of everyone else. Maybe he’ll ask Barbara for a favor and get her to lead them off? And if Bruce gets involved, then Duke is fully prepared to flashbang him, grab Danny, and run.

It’s going to be a disaster.

It’s going to be fun.

He’s already looking forward to it, and from the mischievous smile on Danny’s face, he’s not the only one.

#ghostlights #dc x dp #dp x dc #dcxdp #dpxdc #prompt fill #my writing #dick is so great i love him sooo much. most amazing loser guy ever <3 #him befriending danny at the park bc hes investigating the guy with the green superpowered dog thats making everyone nervous #only to find that danny's a sweet kid whos stressed out and doing his best and cujo is a ghost dog who died years ago and only wants to pla #really tugs at his heartstrings and dick from then on is one of dannys closest friends #the other dog park regulars slowly get used to danny and start talking to him too after dick does and also grow super protective #dannys got a whole squad ready to protect him if duke doesnt treat him right lol #waynes vs dog park regulars: FIGHT #jk they just give very mild shovel talks that are mostly 'treat him right hes had a rough life and deserves love and happiness. or else'#thanks for the prompt!!

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ebonytails · 2 months

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Hey everyone! this is where the zebra is currently with the design.

It has knee braces!! I will most probably be drawing the zebra usually with them on, but it’s no requirement, for example if anyone else wants to draw the zebra :-]. I always like to make sure an animal design has official colors underneath any clothing and accessory anyway. I think this will be final! thank you everyone for your feedback!

As a reminder, aside from why the zebra was requested for this flag, this is also just a zebra with the disability pride flag on it. It’s just a deisgn to fit the flag, with input from other disabled people in our community. It doesn’t mean other animals can’t have designs with these colors, too! I don’t mean this design to be the only mascot for all disabled people. It’s just a silly series i do of pride animals, and at the time, during disability pride month, I wanted to see what everyone wanted me to start off with for this flag!

the goal with my pride animals is to take requests and make people feel happy and seen.. that’s all <:-)

#disability pride #pride animals #disability #disability pride flag #zebras #I’ve been a little stressed about this animal for the past week.. I will be honest with you #The zebra has many stripes and I wanted to try my best to make sure it wouldn’t cause issues like headaches or other things #also.. if]ve been working on this for a while now.. i want to call it done soon!#But now that this is finished #I will start designing stickers and pins to put on redbubble and also for me to print IRL!#thank you everyone! I’ve also learned more than whatbI already knew this week #Even if it was stressful it was fun to see everyone get so excited when I would show updates to the designs #Sorry for a long speech.. I am a very nervous person today #Excuse my typos! I’m a fast typer and tired from the day #ebonytailsart #Thank you yomcloud for giving me your feedback as well. I don’t have a lot of perspective on visual processing disorders and photensitivity #so it meant a lot to me #just like the other pride animals I am very open to making more animal designs for this flag! But I’d like to save it for the future instea #It’s a bit too soon at the moment. thank youuu

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actual-changeling · 9 days

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i started writing a post-pusher fic last night at like 1 am, might finish it today, might not, but have an excerpt!

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They fall into step beside each other without trying, attuned to each other's bodies like two twin stars stuck in a common orbit; gravity is keeping them both together and apart.

Her heels echo through the mostly empty halls, and his gaze is drawn to her hands—drowning in her dark sleeves, warm, always warm, fitting into his like they were made to. Neither of them speaks, and the silence is comforting after having Modell's commands penetrating his mind.

I could have killed you, he doesn't say, slowly tracing the slope of her nose and jaw as she presses the call button for the elevator, her features blurring in front of his eyes.

There is a version of this story that ends with three dead bodies on the floor, all bullets fired from the same gun, the same hand. Scully still reached out, still took the hand capable of soul-numbing violence, and touched him like she had no reason to be afraid of him. Mulder has never wanted her to—the opposite, selfishly so—and yet he sees her in a different life (a better one), far away from him and without the pain he has brought her.

I could have killed you, he doesn't say, but he brushes against her as the doors close and the elevator begins to move, and his fingers blindly search for hers.

#alex writes x files #txf #the x files #x files #dana scully #fox mulder #scully x mulder #mulder x scully #msr #everyone has been very nice on my other posts so far and i really appreciate that a lot <3 #new fandoms always make me a bit nervous

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vroom-vrooms · 22 days

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Are you there god? It’s me Vroom Vrooms, I know we’ve never been that close but like, please avoid giving me a heart attack mid race?

Also please give me either a Lestappen podium, a Sainz win, or, if you’re feeling generous, a Norris win

That’s all thank you bestie

#me: I don’t believe in god #also me when f1 is happening in suzuka: god why don’t we make a deal—#hello yes this track makes me very nervous #SAFE RACE EVERYONE #formula 1 #f1 #formula one #max verstappen #charles leclerc #lando norris #carlos sainz

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memovia · 7 months

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐌𝐔𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 & 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐃 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐒.

𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄.

Was it a blessing or a curse? To gaze upon the celestial being when he was but a mere young boy, trying to save a handful of already wilted flowers. Splashing water upon crumpled petals could never bring it back, the end of a life meant for a new one. But still, the young and soft-hearted Muyang persisted― some part of him was willing to believe that it would come back.

A splash and another, and another.

The way his heart quivered within his chest when he found it proved to be useless, it hurt him all the same...even if they were just flowers. Yet, in his mind, Muyang remembered the way his Mother looked at these blossoms when she watered them. The effort and love gone into taking care of them could never be overlooked.

Tears welled up within his ruby hues, he did not know why he was sad over a small thing like this, but he was. Muyang hugged the dead flowers close and shut his eyes. The only thought that revolved in his mind was his wish to be able to save it, to save the things that were meant to be loved and meant to live.

A bright glow from the sky soon permeated his closed lids and the small child's eyes fluttered open to look. The swift flurry of white petals brushed against his cheeks and he soon found himself staring into the gaze of Yaoshi, the Abundance.

Their many red eyes that inhabited their body followed the Plague Author's glance as one of their many arms came to tap Muyang's nose and chin lightly. The entity smiled at him, a gentle expression that befitted its benevolent nature, before collecting his escaping tears to form a small, glittering bubble.

With a single lithe digit, it guided the droplet towards those wilting flowers that he held tight in his grasps. The child followed their every action, mouth open in awe and confusion. Soon after, Yaoshi's long nail poked at the bubble, popping it and the clear sap soon fell onto the dull petals.

A chime in the distance, the both of them existed on a green field of ashen flowers. The ones in his hands soon bounced back into life, as though time had been reverted, as though it never died.

And as swiftly as Yaoshi appeared, the glow and their silhouette faded just as quick.

The Path of Abundance was bestowed upon him thereafter. The potential of his kindness had been acknowledged, and he would continue on his path as the way he was― an individual that had too much love to give in this world.

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐓 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍.

That naive boy had grown into a young man, but still his heart beat in the same tone as before.

But in time, he was proven wrong again and again. The kindness and love that he once held so high in regard, glowing and warm, would eventually tumble down into a pile of dark mud. The blessing from that Aeon had become a curse as he watched the ones closest to him disappear underneath the powers of Yaoshi.

Long-lived or short-lived, all life was fragile in the end. And Muyang, with his power from the Abundance, found himself powerless again and again.

The golden leaves that still embedded itself into Guangyang's spear till today.

The fear and love he had for an armored monstrosity, a ghost of his Father.

The empty gaze of his dead Mother as the mara-struck swallowed both of his parents whole.

The way he stood by, frozen.

Useless― so utterly useless.

His resolve wavered after, that kindness he had did not seem appealing anymore. The field of flowers he walked upon started to become paler and the petals did not glow as bright anymore. Every part of him that once seemed beautiful had become weak and ugly.

Muyang changed ever since then. His red hues no longer glowed like they used to and the usual laughter did not escape his lips anymore. The heart in his chest that had been so warm eventually grew cold.

Or so he thought. Little did he know that his determination would be tested once more. If that nail into his chest was not enough, then life would put many more down again.

Commander Guiying's body was environed with the same kind of gold.

Muyang knew what he had to do this time, but still, history repeated itself once more.

In the end, Lingyun was the one who carried his duty out, while the other remained a coward to the very end.

How funny. To think that he had change, to think that he had steeled his heart enough for what was to come. The helplessness seeped in again and Muyang found himself trapped within the abyss that stared back at him. He was nothing but a body full of failures and empty resolve. A crucification of his own guilt and errors.

Would destroying all of himself be the only measure? If so, he would gladly do so.

Muyang trampled on the flowers in his own field, until none of them survived the wrath of his grief.

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑.

More time passed. The grass and flowers remained dull.

He was but a shadow of his former self. Muyang tried not to feel, not to harbour any emotions. The walls around him only grew thicker and the darkness in his gaze became much more profound.

Everything remained as it were, until he saw the red that almost took away Lingyun's silver eyes. The Mara that he nearly succumbed to, that nearly took him away from this world and Muyang.

He could not fathom what he would have to do in that situation. A sword through Lingyun's heart? If it were not for Fuli, then Muyang would have been helpless once more. The fact that it almost became reality was scary and he...was scared.

Of course, Lingyun had recovered from that quite quickly but what if it happened again? What then?

Would he be able to step up to the plate?

The rising doubt within his mind encircled him, like a blot of dark ink upon white paper. Something inside of him cracked into a million pieces and shattered simultaneously. Everything that was built up inside of him had been let go after that incident.

What could he do to change this? What could he do to deny this path that he no longer wanted?

Everything he had done to protect them was useless. The willingness to sacrifice himself did not even suffice. It happened to Lingyun regardless and life would take him away anytime again.

What was the point of it all? Love and kindness, if it did not help anyone.

What was the point of anything? What was the point of his existence?

If he could not protect anyone that he held close―

Useless... Muyang, you do not deserve to be here. In the end, you will lose everyone.

The despair engulfed him like a venus flytrap engulfed its pray. A single snap and he found himself melting into the universe.

The burning sensation in his body welled up within his chest. That familiar aureate hue surrounded his vision, it was soft like leaves on a tree but sprouted mercilessly from every part of his body. Flesh ripped apart, but a hardened shell was born anew.

He was turning. That much he knew. But somehow, he was too tired to fight it...

Still, Muyang's hand reached out for the darkness that consumed him after. Something in him did not give up even when anguish set his body aflame. A stubbornness that he always failed to shake off.

Hope. There was still hope, was there not?

In spite of this sadness, somewhere deep down... Muyang still wished to help Lingyun even if he was weak.

He could not afford to die or turn. Not now. Not ever.

❝ Don’t cry. Don’t cry. We’ll fix it. It’s alright. I’m here, am I not? ❞

❝ Mumu. Mama and Baba will always love you... no matter what. ❞

❝ Muyang. You are always so gentle... but that's a good thing, is it not? ❞

Lingyun, his parents and Guiying. The multitude of voices rung true to his ears, like a choir who sang its song.

A wave swept him up roughly. His chest heaved for the first time in awhile. Red hues opened themselves and looked towards the sky.

𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐄.

Muyang looked towards the sky, in hopes of another kind of blessing. An Aeon that was different. Had he not shown enough change? Had he not hardened his core and thrown away enough of that gentleness?

But the one he gazed upon was still Yaoshi.

The same god.

The same him.

❝ Why are you here? ❞

He began, bitter words were spoken through gritted teeth. The rage that fueled his crimson gaze only grew brighter, his anger was incomprehensible and indescribable. How dare they appear before him once more. The very being who took away all that he loved and yet, the very being that gave him hope at some point.

The Aeon did not speak but instead they laughed, a soft chuckle erupted from their lips as though everything was fine.

❝ Get away from me! You are not someone I will EVER follow. This path is not yours to take. Not anymore. ❞

But Yaoshi chose him before and Yaoshi will choose him again.

❝ I do not need your pity or your kindness. I would rather die than drink your poisonous nectar. ❞

The Plagues Author drew closer to him, as though they did not heed a single word from the man. A single golden leaf sprouted from their hand and Yaoshi blew at it gently. It dried up and wilted in an instant before crumbling into dust that disappeared along with the winds.

Yaoshi's smile grew wider before fading into nothingness. And Muyang found himself standing on a green field again. It was filled to the brim with white flowers.

A lesson from the Aeon, themselves. Something that he could never understand but what was apparent to him, was that...Muyang remained as he were. Unchanged. No matter how much he denied it and no matter which path he took, he ended up in the same place.

A cycle that kept going round and round.

Destruction and then... salvation.

Muyang found himself waking up in his bed, dried leaves surrounding him and familiar silver eyes that gazed at him with worry.

You were always destined to tread down Yaoshi's path.

Do not deny who you are, Lin Muyang.

special thanks to: @grislyintentions + @rvinfall + @traincarsandstars !

#death ideation tw #death mention tw #death tw #ask to tag!#idk if it makes sense but hell to the yes #air drops this big chunk of lore #:)#everyones dreams came true right?#mara struck muyang...#abundance muyang....#1 for 1 deal #ez pz #also the bamboozle at the end :)#he lives because of yaoshi. he lives because of the very being that caused his despair.#and still to this day he has not changed therefore yaoshi will continue to look upon him.#kinda nervous but lemme know what u guys think JKFANJfka #✧ lin muyang. | headcanons.

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blackjackkent · 1 month

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Prayers and Hellfire

Pairing: Karlach/Tav (Hector Carlisle) Characters: Karlach, Named Male Tav (Hector Carlisle) Rating: E / 18+, NSFW Content Tags: Fluff, smut, romantic, first time, general spicy cuteness Word Count: 6.0k Setting: Mid-Act 2, expansion of Act 2 Karlach romance scene.

Summary:

“What? Hec…” She reaches out, cups his cheek to draw his face back towards her, to force him to meet her eyes. She reads his expression more closely for a long moment, and then her eyebrows shoot up. “Oh, fuck,” she says, startled. “You haven’t done this before, have you?” “Never…” he answers quietly. Gods… don’t laugh at me. His free hand, splayed out against the ground next to him, flexes nervously. But she doesn’t laugh. Instead she takes his face in both her hands and kisses him again. This time it’s slow, lingering, achingly gentle, a dramatic departure from the frantic need they both felt a few moments ago. He feels a deep calm spread through him from where her lips touch his. And he knows at that moment that there was never anything to fear. That whenever he is lost, she will find him again. That he is safe in her hands. “Lucky me,” she murmurs when the kiss breaks, and she looks down at him with a slow, playful grin. “That means I get to teach you.” ---- Hector Carlisle spent his life at a monastery before the nautiloid caught him. Karlach Cliffgate has spent ten years trapped in the Hells. They both have a lot of living to catch up on.

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stabbyfoxandrew · 8 months

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mafia front restaurant please!!!

WIP Wednesday (8/30) | Mafia Restaurant AU

“He saw my gun,” Neil says once he’s back in the kitchen. Kevin and Jean had been laughing, but both of them go silent.

“What?” Kevin asks with wide eyes. That annoying shade of green follows him as Neil goes to lean against the corner with a hand to his forehead. “What do you mean he saw your gun?”

“I mean, one of the guys saw my gun,” Neil pulls his jacket out of the way and Kevin gasps. Jean curses under his breath.

“Why the fuck didn’t you leave that in here?” The taller man asks, clearly in disbelief.

“I didn’t think of it.” Neil says with a sigh.

“How did he react?” Jean asks.

“He made a joke about it. None of the others realized."

“Alright. We’re fine then.” Jean says with a shrug.

“I—” Kevin starts, but Neil cuts him off.

“Kevin, leave this to us. Go sit in the car if you have to.”

“No. I’m…” Kevin makes a face. “I can help.”

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#andreil #aftg #Mafia Restaurant AU #WIP Wednesday #🕊️#answered #ittybittybaker #poor kevin is having a nervous breakdown i love him so much #also he and jean have been together for a while. jean loves him very much and neil also loves him but gd the boy needs to chill a bit #hell i need to make a post about the actual Backstory for this au i guess?#as soon as i get everyone set in stone i will :)

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salarymanwaka · 1 year

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happy new year everyone..!!! ( ^ 0^)/ i was planning to post something a little more impressive, but instead all i found in the house was this pair of strange little rabbits. after reading the mysterious inscriptions on their backs, it seems that the red one promotes good health and helps people to achieve their goals, while the white one bestows wealth and absorbs your bad luck. i hope together they will bless you with a wonderful year ahead!

#mysterious low quality rabbits that are certainly not #joongdok #though I have not had this account for very long #everyone has been so sweet and lovely i'm glad i decided to #make a tumblr after procrastinating and being confused and nervous about it for so long..!#i recently realised i can filter the activity page to see people's tags and you are all so delightfully wise and silly #i still feel shy about responding to things sometimes #and mostly all of the art here is just on queue but i do check and read comments every once in a while and they always bring me great joy #and a lot of motivation to commit greater crimes #thank you

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eyedelater · 1 year

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in an interview, noda-sensei said he noticed that along with tsukishima, "Ogata too is popular among women. That I just don't really understand." i can explain it. women love a character who is fucked up and weird, contains multitudes that you might not actually want to know about, and is confident in excess. it's that simple. but i'm not like other girls. i'm not smitten with ogata. i don't care about his sexy body. i just really enjoy watching him do ogata activities. like once i was walking very slowly in the woods and i saw a little snake, and the snake didn't notice me and instead kept doing snake activities like nosing under the leaf litter in search of bugs for a long time as i stood there. watching ogata do ogata activities is exactly as fulfilling as watching a snake do snake activities. i hope this clarifies things.

#women love a CHARACTER like that. a CHARACTER like that. real people are an entirely different story. very important distinction #this is a joke i am not qualified to speak on behalf of women men or anyone. you should be able to tell that by reading my blog #as for tsukishima i think everyone just wants him to be happy.#why was i walking very slowly in the woods. bc it was near the frog pond and i didn't want the frogs to notice me.#ogata hyakunosuke #senpai noticed me and i got nervous so i had to make a bad post

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