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petite-phthora · 4 months

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Shouldn’t have digital evidence when you have a family of hackers

[DP x DC fic]

[Love at first... murder? - part 14]

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Part 1

Ao3

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Text in italics and in-between ' means it is said in sign language

'For example.'

If an entire scene is written in italics, that means that that scene is a flashback.

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When Jason glances at where Danny and Ellie were, he sees nothing. He’s too relieved to really care much about how they got out of here so quickly.

He’ll ask Danny about it later.

Probably…

“Red Hood.”

“Bitch.” Is his response.

Jason is slightly disappointed, but entirely unsurprised, by the lack of reaction he gets.

“Who were they?”

“What were those civilians doing on the roof?”

“Where did they even go?”

“Just some informants for a case I’ve been working on.” Jason says, not giving anything about them away.

“Which case?”

“Did they attack you?”

“Yeah, who took a bite out of your arm? And more importantly, how did you taste?”

“Steph, I don’t think now’s the time—”

‘Medical assistance?’

Jason follows the Bats’ gazes towards his injured arm. He resists the urge to hide it and instead crosses his arms, trying to play it off.

“No, this is from… a cat.”

“A cat?”

“Yes. A stray cat. Bit me.”

“Tch. It’s obvious Todd is incompetent when it comes to caring for animals. For it to attack you like that you must have done quite poorly. What did you do to it?” Damien glares at him in an accusatory way.

“I didn’t do shit, Demon Brat. I was just scanning the street when it bit me outta nowhere.”

“Well, excuse me if I don’t believe you, Todd. You clearly must have cornered, threatened, or hurt it in some way for it to react—"

“Yeah, yeah.” Jason cuts him off and rolls his eyes, even though none of them can see it through the helmet. The energy is there.

“Animals hate me, and I can’t take care of them for shit. Now, can we move on to why you’re all here on my turf?” Jason stares them all down.

Before anyone else can speak up, Dick starts talking.

“Can’t an elder brother just visit his younger sibling every once in a while?” Dick asks with a totally innocent grin.

“No.”

Dick shrugs. “Worth a shot.”

“While we originally came here to interrogate you about your involvement in the disappearance of the Joker, these imbeciles wanted to use the encounter as a way to simultaneously confront you about your new… beloved” Damian says, gesturing towards the others sounding completely done and unimpressed.

‘Got them flowers?’

“So how was the dinner? And the observatory? Do they like the stars? What’s their name? Hobbies? Age? Appearance? Interests?”

“Are they hot?”

“Seeing as you picked up a bouquet of sweet peas in costume, and didn’t take a detour to your apartment or safehouse before your location started glitching, I have to ask. Are you dating a civilian as Red Hood?” Babs speaks up over the comms.

Tim stays suspiciously silent, not asking any questions. Jason cuts them all off.

“Where the hell did you even get this information from?”

“Tim snitched.”

“Drake mentioned it.”

“Tim.”

“Timmy told us.”

“Red Robin informed us about your outing.”

“I hacked some cams to see you pick up the flowers, but Tim was the one to say you were on a date at the time.”

Tim raises his finger and opens his mouth as if he’s about to speak up and defend himself. He then stops, seemingly considering something before dropping his hand back down and just shrugging.

“If you didn’t want anyone to know you shouldn’t have gone out as Red Hood when getting the flowers and taking them out to dinner.

“Besides, I tried to respect your privacy and redirect everyone somewhere else to keep them off your back. But they interrogated me, and I’m sorry.” He says, not sounding sorry at all. “It just… slipped out.”

“You didn’t try that hard—"

Tim shushes Steph and cuts her off.

“Besides! Babs also stalked you! Through the cameras! And, I didn’t say that much. I just told them you were on a date.”

Jason glares at them all through the visor of his helmet. Meanwhile, Dick crosses his arms and pouts.

“Yeah, Timbers—” “No real names.” “— wouldn’t tell us anything! He used his lack of sleep against us.”

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“So Timmy, I need you to tell me everything. Pretty please?”

Tim raises his finger and opens his mouth as if he’s about to speak up. Then his eyes roll into the back of his head and he starts falling backward.

Dick yelps and manages to catch him before he falls onto the ground and hits his head.

“Damn it, Tim!” He whines. “Passing out like that should not have been the power move that it is.”

“He can fall asleep after this?!” Steph’s incredulous voice pipes up.

Dick’s gaze moves from Tim over to where Steph was previously half-dying due to Tim’s monstrosity of a drink. She’s standing by now, clutching the mug in a death grip. She’s twitching every now and again, her foot tapping the floor rapidly.

“Ehm, Steph? You okay?”

“Mhmm, think I’m having a stroke”

“Oh, that’s not good—”

Dick cuts himself off as Steph starts to stumble. He moves closer to catch her in case she falls as well, but luckily she manages to save herself from falling, clumsily moving to sit down on the floor instead.

Once seated, she lets her back hit the floor. She also lets go of the mug, letting it spill onto and roll around the floor of the cave.

“Y’know, I think I’m just gonna stay here for a bit. Maybe do some stalactite gazing. It’s riveting stuff, I tell you!”

Dick lets out a small sigh and nods a little.

“You do you, boo”

He gets a thumbs-up in response.

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“Why are you actually here?” He cuts them off, already done with their bullshit. “Don’t start the bullshit about the ‘date’ again. Either talk business or leave.”

He privately notes the lack of green in his vision.

They all glance at each other before Batman steps forward and speaks up.

“What is your involvement in the disappearance of the Joker.”

“I don’t have anything to do with the Joker’s disappearance” Jason vehemently denies, arms still crossed.

“Are you sure about that?” Babs’ voice pipes up over the comms.

A hologram forms above Batman’s gauntlet computer. The hologram shows a picture of Jason in his Red Hood costume without his helmet grinning at the camera. He’s holding up the camera selfie style and seems to be in one of the alleys of Crime Alley.

The most intriguing part of the picture is the figure next to Jason on the ground. There, in clear view, lies the dead body of the Joker. His head seems to be caved in in a way that shows he most likely died on impact, hit by something that had a lot of force.

Jason pauses at the sight of one of his most precious keepsakes.

“Of course you hacked my phone” He scoffs, clearly unhappy.

Jason turns back to look at the Bats and watches their reactions to the revelation the Joker is most certainly dead. Dick seems to have some sort of weight lifted off of his shoulders. Cass doesn’t give anything away.

Damian is unimpressed, scoffing at the hologram and likely already mentally criticizing the technique. Steph seems to be more relaxed, “Damn, Jason, this totally looks like that one Grant Gustin next to the grave meme,” while Tim seems to be having some kind of world-shattering epiphany.

He then eyes Batman’s tense posture. Jason shifts slightly, getting ready to fight if it comes to it.

“Red Hood. Did you kill the Joker?” Batman grinds out slowly, pinning Jason with a soul-piercing stare. Jason carefully eyes Batman’s tightened fists before locking eyes with him again.

“No,” Jason answers honestly.

Jason and Batman are locked in a stare-down, neither speaking another word. The tense silence goes on for a few seconds before it’s broken by Dick casually putting his arm around Jason’s shoulders in a friendly gesture.

“Welp. Seems like he didn’t do it, B. If he says he didn’t, I believe him.” Dick speaks up.

Jason and Batman both untense a little, the moment broken. Jason lets out a small grumble and shrugs Dick’s arm off his shoulders. Dick lets him with a smile.

“Wait, so you just found his body dead in a ditch somewhere? I called it!” Steph pipes up.

She holds her hand up for a high-five. Cass gives her one.

Jason shrugs nonchalantly “You could say that.”

“You may not have killed him, but it’s clear you’re covering for the actual murderer. Who is it and why are you protecting them?” Batman asks, not letting it go.

“You may not believe me, B, but it was just a freak accident as far as I could tell.”

If you call a meta one-punching the Joker in self-defense a ‘freak accident’.

It’s not like Danny meant to do it. Ergo: accident.

“Nothing more, nothing less. I found him like that. All I did was get rid of the body and wipe some cams. Not that those would have been much helpful if let unwiped anyway.” He shrugs, unconcerned.

“Do you know what caused the files to become corrupted this way? I’ve seen corrupted files before, but this is something else…” Babs says over the comms, tone curious.

“Nah, they were like that even before I wiped them. Might have something to do with whatever took the fucker out. Don’t know though, and I don’t care.I’m just glad the city’s finally rid of that bastard.”

“Amen to that!”

Batman’s glare moves over from Jason to Tim, who meets his gaze headfirst and just gives him an unimpressed stare in return.

“You gotta be honest, B. There’s not really anyone gonna be missing him…”

“Now, if that’s all. I gotta go. I’ve got some work to do, cases to solve, groceries to buy. Y’know, not everyone has the freedom to walk around dressed as furries beating up bad guys 24/7. Some of us have a life.” Jason cuts in.

“And since when are you the one to have a life outside of being a vigilante?”

“Oh, you know, since somewhere around the time my gruesome murder was finally avenged,” Jason says sarcastically.

“Who knew that that would be something that would make it feel like a weight is lifted off of your shoulders and that it would finally bring some peace into your life?

“Let me know if you find the guy who did it, okay? Feel like this was a great service to the community and it deserves a nice reward. Might bake ‘em a cake or something. Maybe some cookies… ” Jason pretends to think.

“Where’s the body?” Batman asks, ignoring Jason’s sarcasm.

“And when are you going to introduce us to your new partner?” Dick chimes in as well.

“Not telling you, and never if I can help it. Now, goodbye.” Jason grinds out before leaving.

Jason turns and runs to the edge of the building, making his way over to the next building and leaving the Bats behind on the roof. As he gets farther away from the other vigilantes, the last thing he hears is Steph speaking up.

“Is it just me or did that conversation involve a lot less… green-eyed rage than I expected?”

Now, it’s time to plan that next date…

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#dp x dc #dp x dc fic #dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp #dp x dc crossover #dead on main #dead on main ship #sorry but danny wont be meeting any of the bats yet #if anything alfred would be the first person that danny meets #it's what jason would want #this was bit of a long chapter but i didnt feel like cutting it in half :p #anyway the next 4 chapters or something are also in the process of being written #so hopefully i can get those out soon #also i might make a masterpost pretty soon #would make things easier :p

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ferronickel · 7 months

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Looking Glasses Page 65

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Sometimes all Ralsei needs is a hug

#looking glasses #deltarune #utdr #deltarune comic #ralsei #lancer deltarune #I might have been a bit ambitious thinking I could finish this in one week #the cell shading makes my life easier #but when I'm doing layouts like this it doesn't speed anything up #there's a million things going on here #and I think it's funnier if I don't mention any of the story elements and only talk about craft down here #I'm proud of the lettering #ferrousart

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quietwingsinthesky · 9 months

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Dean is such a paradox for me because on the one hand, I have been actively triggered by him in the show, there are moments where, intentionally or not, the writers managed to create a portrayal of manipulation and abuse and control issues that it sets off actual alarms for me. And on the other hand, I would not have him any other way. There is something — not comforting, that’s too soft a word — about knowing where Dean’s actions stem from, having seen and learned all that we do about his childhood neglect and parentification and the trauma he goes through repeatedly in the show, and that he doesn’t come out clean. He comes out a goddamn mess who ends up hurting the people around him in reaction to his own pain!

There’s a reality there that’s. Almost nice, actually. Distressing to watch, but it is a fucking mess, it’s a good mess! He’s got zero healthy coping skills and a healthy relationship with say, his brother, is terrifying because it leaves him open to abandonment!

I’m not sure I’m wording this correctly. There is a way to be a good abuse victim. Take the pain, martyr yourself on it, and then, even if you have no support or idea how to, then you have to become a Good Person who never hurts anyone the way you have been learning to your entire life. Simply toss everything that shaped you out the door and emerge a saint with a tragic backstory. And Dean is not that. And that’s so fucking good. Everything that he has gone through continues to effect the way he treats the people around him, and he can’t fight the behaviors he might recognize as harmful because he also sees them as protecting him (or protecting Sam by keeping Sam with him.)

And sometimes, idk. It feels good to see a guy who didn’t heal the “right way.” Who mostly didn’t heal at all, just keeps the wound open because it’s easier that way.

#there’s a whole other bit to this about how like. it’s hard for fandom to hold the idea that someone can be both a victim and abusive #at the same time. that the ways someone has been hurt don’t always shape them into kindness and wide-eyed sympathy. occasionally it just #makes them hard to live with. and I think most obviously is the thing that a lot of what Dean does is an expression of love. of protection.#he’s very much his father’s son in that way. that’s why Sam. the guy he’s been Told to protect his whole life. is also the person he ends up #hurting the most. it’s tragedy. it’s realistic. it’s a good fucking mess.#and that’s why I don’t get interpretations of dean that are determined to shave off the ugly parts of his character. to me those are the #parts that make him a character worth revisiting. he’s so full of love. and he uses it to hurt people. he means to sometimes. a lot of the #time he doesn’t but hurts them anyway. he has been shaped by violence his whole life. and it’s just. I get why someone might take this #part of him away. to make him easier to love. because I get that he’s stressful to watch also like I get that. but he is.#he is compelling. in his anger and his controlling behavior and his strangling love. he is compelling in all the ways he has become this.#Dean’s degradation into these behaviors can be both a failure of a show that ran to long but also the believable trajectory of a man who #can’t heal. and I love him for that. I love him for emerging from pain as a angry sharp thing. I love that it brings the glimpses of him #being gentler and recognizing his actions as bad into stark relief. I love that this recognition often only lasts until he is hurt again and #then he backpedals into the safety of behaviors he knows will allow him to control a situation through force or manipulation.#it’s good fucking mess. you know? dean winchester everybody.#maybe I should have put all that in the main post. oh well. too late now.#spn #dean winchester #tw abuse

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eddis-not-eeddis · 2 months

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Dealing with newcomer's embarrassment gets easier if you are surrounded by people you have no respect for.

#oh this other professional saw me do something stupid that messed up my paperwork?#but she does shady things worse than the mistake i just made on purpose to make a buck #oh i just said something dumb to my boss #give him a few hours and he'll say something even dumber to me #oh no the guy who has been working at this job for twenty years just saw me make a rookie mistake #agony abounds but he just did six other things a lot worse than I did all in one day so i'll live with it #oh no the manager is a little disappointed with my performance?#so what he's a pushover and he won't say or do anything about it anyway i'll do better next time #oh no my one coworker hates my guts #she hate's everyone else's guts too and literally never shuts up about it #i'm not special #it sounds kind of depressing--and it can be #but i have a lot of affection for these people regardless of their issues #i just don't really let my failures around them bother me too much anymore because i honestly don't care what these people think of me #i'm not going to make the same mistakes ever again #but i don't have to let this stuff keep me up at night because i did something wrong #if i'm not going to go to them for advice why do i care what they think about me?#it was something that i realized a few months ago and ever since it's made things a LOT easier to deal with #plus #these people aren't dwelling on my failures either #they all have their own stuff going on #yeah they might harp on it for a while bit new things will come up and eventually they forget #they aren't thinking about me that much anyway #XD

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keeps-ache · 4 months

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hm. i do not remember the screenshot being this big hfvsh

#wip #i like this one the best and also.. it might be the best one Lmaofhvs #[points] its the He #this is also very nearly the final product hvfhs #i'm just gonna colour them a bit and then leave it at that :)#(i'm doing an expression sheet again :3 :D)#i'm drawing each of these individually unlike how i did with the bl.s ones cuz his funkin Hair likes to catch me out hbvfsh #//anyway i've been working on this thing for nearly a week ???#'keeps why' i have been. writing #i do So enjoy infodumping about this project hvfhs #plusss putting it in a little booky means people don't have to be bothered with me looping back and over myself lol :>#i just dunno where i wanna put it lol #wattpad makes the most sense.. but also mm i dunno hfhsh #i haven't really used it in forever...#oh i should update it though fr fr #/also Geeeeez what is happening to my writing HFH #like one day i can't stop overusing the world 'occasionally' and then next i sound sort of obnoxious overusing synonyms and stuff lol #though you know what it Has gotten easier to just get stuff down (even when my brain is pretty much dead !!) when i just ignore everything #i forget about hfvhs :D #cuz i forget like every 15th word and it screws w/ the flow but if i do [this] with a similar word for later it's so good :DD #/also why can i Never remember the word Conscience lmao #that's a little bit of a funny one to always be losing hvfsh #//anywho... woo.... :33 #i'm gonna go do my stuff now... and prolly sneak a soda.... and if i do i'll prolly be back ranting because that's what caffeine does to me #Loll #have a very empty brain recently. it Has been full of lovey doveyness tho so not bad not bad hfvhs :D #okay bbbye now toooodles ciaaaoo see ya .u./

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ardate · 5 months

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sniffs. man. i really want this job :(

#misc #TLDR:#a recruiter calls me coupla weeks ago; says she wants me on their production - and in that same exact call ends up saying #“oh actually i'm not sure you fit. this might not happen” cuz she actually read my resume this time.... while on call with me?#how about you take a proper gander at my resume before calling me to offer me a job and then change your mind....#ended the call saying “contact me again on January 8th if you're still interested and i'll see if i can squeeze you in as a junior”#(which. okay. first off why would you have to “squeeze me in” when you actively called me for the job.#Also i'm not a junior. but sure we'll see what the pay is like)#so i contacted her on the 8th and she was like haha actually i doubt we'll have any spots left for you! smiling emoji #and just earlier rn she sent me a new DM asking if i have an updated portfolio since the one they have is from 3yrs ago #so she revived a little bit of hope i know i shouldnt have cuz i HIGHLY doubt they'll hire me for this prod given how things have been goin #its late now i doubt ill get any news one way or another before sometime next week (hopefully)#ugh...... i really want this job man.#i've had too many feature film opportunities slide from my grasp. please let me have this #having this one experience will make it easier to get hired for more. i'm fucking begging on my knees

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just-sp-in-inginthevoid · 6 months

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Izana 🤝 Senju

Sano-Manjiro-ruined-my-life Club

#thats how i imagined their relationship bc its funny lol #would have loved to see them interact #im delusional but theyre close in final timeline. and their ghosts in Bonten would also be. i mean their gang's kanji were put together to #make a new one. they were forced to share their time together in the afterlife. keeping an eye on Mikey together.#sure they might resent him a bit. but they also feel a particular affection/fondness towards him yknow?#he is (partially and they know its only partially. they know its bc its easier to blame him than to nuance all of what happened) the reason #their life went bad (he aint. their life sucked already. but Shinichiro and Emma spending more/all of their time with Mikey rather than him.#and Sanzu gaining lifelong facial scars because of Mikey. (and her.) make him easier to blame. easier to resent.)#i need to stop thinking of senju as a very lonely and resentful person but thing is she lost all of her friends and didnt gain any in the #meantime so i cant lol #its called projecting

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lemonberry-soda · 5 months

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me, looking at the cast of Hatchetfield characters: hmmm . . . what would make a good dead corpse for a Lord to possess . . . so many choices but no perfect fits . . .

#starkid #hatchetfield #giant ramble in the tags #like I'd choose Ted or HomelessTed for the obvious doomed by the narrative reasoning #but Stephanie's a main character and she's dating Peter and I don't really wanna kill off the guy's brother that visibly #Plus the Lord in question possessing the guy is Wiggly and I'd prefer it to be a Jon Matteson character dying to fit the face #but that leaves even fewer options #Also the fact that most of the characters reflect the ages of the actors and I want Wiggly to be stuck in a high-school age body #so either the influence of the rituees cause his form to be reflected as a teen or it has to be a teen body #with how things are going it's probably gonna be the former #Like currently my best options are homelessted or like. Gary Goldstein.#If I end up being unable to use a Jon Matteson character than it could be literally any body so I could retcon a line #and sample from the femme cast lineup too which might make things easier #Either way his form will be reflected as a masc teen so it's not like he'll be forced to also endure dysphoria on top of everything else.#anyway if you guys have thoughts PLEASE lmk I need to ponder this one over #it won't be important for a bit anyway so there's time to think

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kittylover776 · 6 months

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Runaway Bride

Chapter 2 of Runaway Bride is out! 😁

I’ll definitely try and post this on either Archive of our Own or Fanfiction.net at some point, but for now this will have to do.

Anyways, hope you enjoy! :)

Chapter 2

Edward felt dread throughout his body as he stood at the alter, staring blankly across the room while waiting for his bride-to-be to appear.

It wasn’t fair. He didn’t want to go through with the wedding, but his father wouldn’t budge about calling off the ceremony. His mother wasn’t much better, only give a sorrowful look his way without so much as saying a word. He could tell she wanted to do more, but she couldn’t go against his father. So regrettably, Edward had no other choice but to go through with it. If he and Margaret were going to be stuck together, he might as well do the right thing and try to be a good husband, for her sake.

Even so, that proved to be difficult. The thought of Stacy still plagued his mind, wishing it was her to be his bride, while also wondering what she truly looked like. It was confusing, to say the least, but Edward knew what his heart wanted, and he wanted Stacy. Bad.

Frank De Luca stood by his side as his honorary groomsman. Edward didn’t have as many friends as he would like, but he considered the butler to be as one of them, so he thought he would be a great choice.

Frank noticed the younger man’s uneasiness, watching him shuffle in place. “Cold feet, sir?” He asked.

The prince’s breath hitched. “Something like that.” Edward responded. “Only with a hint dread to go along with it.”

Frank cocked his head, a knowing look gracing his features. “I’m guessing this has something to do with that mysterious maiden of yours?”

Edward blushed slightly. “Is it really that obvious?”

“Only a little bit.” He countered, then gave him a sympathetic look. “I’m certain this must be hard for you.”

“Believe me, it is. I tried reasoning with my father but there’s just no getting through to him. He just doesn’t understand what Stacy means to me, and what good she could do for our kingdom. I know we hardly know each other, and I know how crazy this sounds, but I want to spend my life with her, get to know the real her rather than the person who she was supposedly pretending to be.”

Frank gave a nod of understanding. “I’m sure Ms. De Novo misses you too, but there’s little we can do about any of this. Your father has requested the wedding must continue, and we must abide his orders.”

“Perhaps there could be, if my mother had an inch of backbone.” He muttered in frustration, sparing a quick glance at the queen. “Don’t get me wrong, I care for Lady Margaret, but we’re just not right for each other. To be honest, I could tell since the beginning.” Edward remembered how cold and closed off the Duchess was at first, willing engage in civil conversation but also being emotionally distant. She hardly came out of her quarters unless requested, and overall tended to avoid him at all costs.

When Stacy had taken her place, he thought she finally decided to open up to him, accepting her role as his future wife for the sake of their alliance, only to have the rug pulled right under him and realize she wasn’t the same woman. Quite literally.

Of course, Edward had been baffled at first when Margaret told him the truth, maybe even a little put off, but as she went on, explaining every detail of their plan and the reason behind it, he grew to realize that perhaps this wasn’t such a bad thing after all, that perhaps this was destiny for the both of them.

He only wished he got to meet the real Stacy sooner. Now he’ll never get the chance.

The sound of music filtered the room as the crowd started to settle, taking their seats and waiting for Lady Margaret to arrive.

‘This is it.’ Edward thinks. He’ll never get to meet the woman whom he had immense feelings for. Forever tied to a woman who not only wasn’t for him, but also looked like the girl he loved, which stung him to his very core. Everyone turned as the doors opened, Edward wiping any sort of tears that might have fallen through, and decided to accept his fate.

Only…fate decided to have other plans.

The large wooden doors slowly opened from afar, the attendees standing to face the end of the hall. Unfortunately, the bride herself seemed to be missing as the doorway appeared to be empty. Edward arched a brow in confusion.

‘Perhaps she’s just nervous?’ He thought to himself, and decided to give her a minute.

A minute passed by, and Margaret was still nowhere to be seen. The music stopped abruptly, and Edward noticed the crowd starting to get antsy, which meant very well there could be a panic.

His parents did not look much better, with his mother covering her mouth gently while his father looked as if he were about to explode, but kept his cool as he tried assuring the crowd.

“Everyone, please! I’m sure Lady Margaret will be out shortly. No reason to panic!” His words seemed to fall on deaf ears, however, as the people still spoke in hushed voices, worried if the future princess had bolted, leaving the prince standing there like a fool.

Edward, meanwhile, could not believe what was happening. A majority of him felt relieved for the delay. He had secretly wished for a miracle to happen that prevented him from marrying Margaret. The sensible part of him, however, was concerned of what this would mean for the alliance between Belgravia and Montenaro, as well as Margaret’s safety. For all he knew, something could have happened that prevented her from making her appearance, whether it be a wardrobe malfunction, or something worse. Perhaps she cut her loses and just decided to make a run for it. Either way, he had to make sure.

Leaning towards Frank, he discreetly spoke to him. “Frank, go check on lady Margaret. Make sure she’s alright.”

The butler gave a serious nod. “Of course, sir. At once.” He took off in an instant, pushing through the wave of people who had gotten out of their seats in a frenzy. Edward watched the man leave before his gaze traveled towards his mother, who had been dead silent through the whole thing, and noticed her gaze towards him. She looked as if she wanted to say something, but his father proceeded to make a bee-line towards him, his look being a mix of concern and annoyance.

“Edward, what on Earth is happening here?!” He asked his son, a hint of accusation in his tone. “Do you have anything to do with this?”

Edward balked. “What? No! Of course not!” He defended. “Believe me, I’m just as surprised as you are!”

George groaned. He then started to look around the room as if searching for someone. “Where is Frank? I want him to start looking into this immediately.”

“Already did that, Father. He is doing an investigation as we speak.” Edward tried to remain civil with his father, but his patience was growing limited.

“Good. At least now we can get some answers! I’ll be sending a few more guards to do a security sweep, just in case. The sooner we find her, the sooner this wedding shall proceed.”

With that, he left to try and once again calm down the patrons in the room, Caroline finally getting up in order to assist her husband.

Having enough with all the ruckus, Edward swiftly leaves the room to start his own search, ignoring the dozens of attendees asking him questions left and right. He enters through the doors and notices immediately the discarded vail and shoes. He picks them up carefully, not wanting anyone to trip over them as he continues his journey through the palace.

He first checks Margaret’s dressing room, giving a soft knock in case anyone could be inside.

“Margaret? Are you in there?” He asks gently. Silence reaches his ears as he gave another knock. “Margaret?” He pressed down on the door handle, and was surprised to find it unlocked. Opening the door, he popped his head inside to find the room dark and empty. He flipped on the light and checked around for clues on where she could’ve vanished. He entered inside and walked towards the vanity, his eyes meeting his reflection for a moment before looking down and spotted something shiny on the dresser.

Margaret’s ring lay dormant on the table, a perfect diamond cut fit for royalty just abandoned without reason. He picked up the ring and studied it, his face slightly crestfallen before safely storing it in his pocket.

“Well, seems she’s not here.” He mutters, flipping off the light and leaving the room. There seemed to be no other clues on where she could’ve vanished. Perhaps her quarters would be the next and best option.

Edward continued his quest down the hall until he reached Margaret’s room, noticing immediately the doors halfway open as the sound of footsteps could be heard from within. He started to feel a bit of relief as he quickly walked inside.

“Lady Margaret?” Edward asked hopefully, but he instantly deflated when he saw Frank instead, standing near her bedside while reading a piece of paper with a concerned expression. The red velvet box containing his grandmother’s necklace also sat vacantly on her nightstand.

Frank looks up and notices the prince, folding the note and immediately came up towards him.

“Did you find her yet?” Edward asks.

The butler shook his head. “Unfortunately not, your highness.” He said in an apologetic tone. “But I found this note attached to her wedding dress when I came in here. It seems as if she wanted you to have it.”

Curious with a mix of concern, Edward takes the note from him and skims the paper carefully, taking in every detail of the letter.

‘Dear Edward,

By the time you come across this letter, I would have already departed. It has come to my attention that this whole arrangement between us has been a mistake, and I’m afraid I cannot go through with it.

As you know, the real reason I was brought here was to marry you, to align our nations in an allying partnership. I had always been hesitant since the beginning, but was willing to put those feelings aside in the name of duty. I knew you were a gentle and kind man, so agreeing was not so difficult, but I couldn’t overlook the fact that while I cared for you, I did not love you like your parents had hoped.

It wasn’t until I met Stacy that I finally got to decide what I truly wanted: to be a normal girl. I’ve always dreamed of having my own life since I was a child, not having to be tied down by duty and expectations, ones that I just couldn’t keep up with. After switching places with her, experiencing her everyday life and meeting her best friend Kevin, I knew what I had to do.

Please don’t blame yourself over this. This was my decision and mine alone to leave, and I can’t thank you enough for dealing with me these past few weeks. I left my ring on my dressing room vanity should you come across it. You are a wonderful man Edward, and I’m sure you’ll make someone very happy.

I wish you all the best, and that you and Stacy reunite in the future.

Yours, Lady Margaret Delacourt.

P.S, Veritas, Honora, Amore.

Edward went over the letter a few times, taking in what she wrote and trying to figure out the last part of the message. Of course, he knew it was part of his family crest, but what did it have to do with her disappearance? Was she trying to tell him something?

Frank watched as Edward’s features scrunched up in concentration. He cocked his head curiously as the prince continued to study the parchment.

“…Sir?” Frank asked after a few moments. “What are we to tell your parents?”

Edward finally looked up from Margaret’s letter, placing it down for a moment along with the veil and heels. He stood back, looking at the whole outfit. “To be honest…I’m not sure. All of this is just a lot to take in.” He then scanned around the (now barren) room. “Is Mrs. Donatelli still here?”

The butler shook his head. “Afraid not. It appears she went along with her.” ‘Because of course.’ Frank thought sarcastically to himself, but quickly shook it off. “Both their belongings seem to be missing.”

The prince nodded in understanding. “I had a feeling. That woman is incredibly loyal. She managed to keep the whole switch-thing a secret, so it’s no surprise she’d still stick by her through this predicament.” He folded up the note again before storing it away in his pocket. “I suppose we’ll have to come up with something, won’t we?”

Frank flinched. “W-We, sir?”

“Yes, ‘we’, Frank. We can’t tell the nobles the truth otherwise there will be more panic. For now, let’s just keep this between us, and my parents. Understood?”

Frank gave a serious nod. “Yes, your highness. This conversation will stay completely confidential.”

“Good. Glad to hear it.”

“Although, I’m guessing your father will be less than thrilled by the situation.” The butler gave a slight grimace.

Edward fought back a small groan. “Believe me, I’m already aware. I just hope my mother can keep him from having a full-on fit.” He then started towards the door, already having a plan in mind. “Come on, Frank. Time to go face the music.” His tone sounded less than thrilled as he said it.

Frank nodded once more, following closely behind. “Of course, sir. At once.”

#The chapters are a bit short so far but rest assured they could be a bit longer in the future. 😅#I would’ve gotten this out sooner but I wasn’t completely satisfied with how this chapter turned out and decided to make a few adjustments.#Might make a few more but who knows? 😅#Let’s just hope Chapter 3 will be a bit easier to write. XD #Things are definitely getting interesting to say the least. 😁#prince edward of belgravia #margaret delacourt #mrs. donatelli #stacy de novo #frank de luca #the princess switch

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eryanlainfa · 1 year

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I can't sleep cuz of pain, so here's the long awaited explanation post about the Youngjustice!Au for Vat7k (and tts/rta)

Donella is Batwoman and Ulla was Superwoman before she disappeared. Years passed and a new Super is in town : Superboy, aka Varian. So Donella sends her current Robin, aka Hugo, to keep an eye on the boy because she knows how dangerous kryptonians can be.

Hugo is transferred to Var's highschool. And they do not get along. At first. They Also meet as Robin and Superboy and despite not really liking each others they end up being friends.

Quirin catch up on it and confront Donella who doesn't deny anything. He is not a fan of her way of doing but approves the idea of his son not doing patrol alone. So he explains what is going on to Varian.

Robin and Superboy are forever stuck together at this point.

In the middle they encounter Impulse (kid flash if you prefer) and immediately learns his civil identity because the boy isn't veryyy subtle. It's Yong. And a bit after that Wondergirl finds them and introduces herself : Nuru. She's the one who wants to form a team of young heroes with them (to follow in her big sister' steps, who's Wonderwoman) and so the four of them become the Young Justice League.

And yes they're all in the same school. And their parents know (they mentor the team more or less)

Also the TTS characters are there. Rapunzel and co are known as the Titans. Raps is Starfire, Eugene is Nightwing (previously known as Robin), Cassandra is Raven, Lance is Cyborg and Pascal is Beast Boy (I guess). So far they're not very important story wise but they kind of babysit the Young Justice League whenever they're nearby.

The Brotherhood would be like the Shazam family because I still wanted them to be a group. Tho Quirin 'retired' from hero stuff after Ulla's death.

Storywise it roughly follows the original Vat7k, with the kids trying to find their place as supers, Hugo not taking Varian seriously because with his powers he obviously has it easy (it's false) and he's obviously too gullible (also false), and Varian discovering more about his mom and being a kryptonian etc.. There's even the 'Ulla trying to possess Varian' with Ulla's memories being saved within this one kryptonian ship hidden in the arctic (like her consciousness has been transferred to the ship or something). And obviously Hugo and Varian ends up together.

So yeah those are the basics ! So far. Changes might happen someday, I'm still debating on some stuff. I do have more details here and there I'm planning to doodle but nothing too crazy

Sooo yep, here you go

#Eryanbles #Youngjustice!au #Vat7k au #Tts au #Tangled au #Long post #I intentionally didn't add the bit about my OCs because I know not everyone like OCs and canon together #But they exist- and I will draw them at some point and yes it's shippy #I would make their hero names in theme with each characters but it was easier to just...leave them like that. for comprehension #Usually I don't share too much infos cuz I don't want to spoil things but I'm not planning a whole ass fic and you know how Vat7k goes #If you have any questions feel free to ask #I really hope to have more time to doodle for this au soon enough #Might doodle old ideas of the au too one day- because some had potential and fun dynamics I'm sad to let them go completely 😔#eryanwrites

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arolesbianism · 29 days

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Heartbreaking! My suspicions abt Wagstaff having some fucked up timeline shit going on were correct and now I have to scramble to come up with an excuse to not have to completely overhaul my entire swap au (it won't be hard my excuse is that it's an au so I can do what I want)

#rat rambles #starve posting #tbf the only two it super matters for is wx and wilson since theyre the maxwell and charlie of this au #but theyre also yknow. extremely important. so even trying to adapt for this would be a fools erand at this point #on the bright side this gives me a lot more to work with in terms of webber's whole deal #basically it gives me more leeway to actually make an explanation even tho its going to be a different one #I might still use the camera tho poor lil farmer boy got stuck in the camera 😔#well not that exactly but it could be a useful catalyst to explain how he ended up trapped between realities #and it being a camera makes it a Lot easier to justify how he got close enough to it for stuff to go that wrong #one thing that could be fun is if I let wagstaff keep some semblance of an actual role in this au instead of being a corpse the whole time #basically use him to make some bullshit justification for the camera still existing in some form even if its a different one #actually.... I wonder if the camera is similar to the codex in some ways #maybe it's possible for any object that directly records the existence of Them and the fuel to act as a gateway?#it would probably have more specific requirements and be pretty rare but that could be a fun idea #I could definitely work with a concept like that to give wagstaff more to do and flesh out webber's backstory a bit #so basically the newest animation both gives a lot for me to work with and also killed my grandma so its a messy situation

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arielluva · 1 month

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i just followed my cat down the hall to pet her, while all the lights are off (its 2 in the morning rn) and get suddenly reminded of my visual snow! trying to pet a black cat in a very dark hallway is already hard enough, forget the fact that ive got static everywhere making everything swirl around and straining my eyes... even once i got back to my room where i have a lamp on its still. eurgh. i feel like i need an adjustment period after being in the dark like that

#infinitely curious on what the dark actually looks like minus the static but. not really anything i can do about that #i mean. not like id be able to see in the dark anyways. but it might be a little easier if nothings blurring together #'idk my visual snow isnt THAT bad.' *steps into a very dark room* 'oh. ow.'#i feel like its worse when theres a bit of light as opposed to pitch black #bc like. at least with pitch black theres no shapes to be merging. when theres a bit of light it makes weird stuff happen #as you could imagine this also makes trying to sleep a little annoying. bc obviously closing ur eyes makes things dark #and so i also get plagued with swirly shit in my eyelids too! though its not always too bad #its funny that when i was a kid i thought the static was cool bc it was like how a camera will have static in the dark #but now that im an adult that not only knows what visual snow is but also has to drive. its. uh. annoying.#i do like how i never questioned the static as a kid though. i guess i thought everyone saw like that. up until 2021 i didnt think abt it #though at the same time i also was nearsighted and didnt realize. i didnt know you're supposed to see the world in HD #hm.

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dandyshucks · 1 month

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need Guz to hug me tightly for like an hour solid oh my god dhdjdkl I went driving for the first time in over a year and I chewed my lip raw 😭😭

I'm starting to look like a caricature of Anxiety with all these physical symptoms and signs LMAO

#this is so ridiculous fhfjdkdl #i do not like driving fjdkdl i know i should not be on the roads #but unfortunately i have to bc i live rural and also my parents insist i ''just need more practice''#practice is not going to fix the dissociation 😭😭 practice will not fix the Other Drivers being shitty and scary and reckless fjfkdl #it might make it slightly easier bc i wont have to think as hard about shoulder and mirror checks and roadsigns and speed limits #and where i am located on the road and intersection rules and whatnot #but like... it does not fix that i live in a town (and world lol) where ppl are fucking bonkers on the road #i had someone riding my ass for like a full five minutes. we had only two feet btwn us. MAYBE. IF THAT MUCH.#he was BIG mad that i was going the speed limit #and THERES A POLICE STATION LIKE RIGHT NEAR THAT AREA MY GUY IM NOT GONNA GO OVER THE SPEED LIMIT RIGHT THERE LMAO ????#also im a rule follower usually so i do tend to go Exactly the speed limit fjfkdl #and maaannn that makes people SO fucking angry dhfjdl its impossible to drive Anywhere without having someone right on ur bumper #its so ridiculous like... that's not helping anyone ??? ur not getting to ur destination faster by riding up on somebodys ass ???? hewwo ???#ANYWAYS. i drove around the neighborhood and then went up the highway and thru some intersections and then into the main core of town #and then i got my dad to take over from there bc it was lunch hour and the core of town is a lawless land at the best of times #MY NERVES ARE FRIED. i need Guz to act as a weighted blanket or one of those pressure therapy vests for me LOL #im like... shaking fhdjsl that was far more than i thought we were going to do for driving today good lord #IM OKAY THOUGH I SURVIVED I DIDNT EVEN HIT A CURB OR ANYTHING #i think I've only hit a curb once so far in all my times driving and that was on my second time driving on a road i think #so pretty good track record... im a very careful driver fjdkdl i work so hard to be safe and drive smoothly #during my driving test the only thing the test guy had to critique was that i waited at an intersection when i could've gone #but the reason i waited was bc i wasnt sure i could make it across the traffic lane before the oncoming vehicle got to us #so it was like. a safe decision overall but a little too hesitant which can actually be unsafe fjdkdl #AUGH ANYWAYS SORRY FOR RAMBLING SM #driving stresses me out so bad and my lip is all raw now and i have so many physical stress symptoms the past few days fhfjdl #after tonight i should be able to calm down a bit hopefully fhfkdl theres a thing we're going to tonight thats been stressing me out so bad #but after tonight it'll be over and hopefully I can get myself settled down again fjfjdkl #dandy.cmd #vent //

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jackdup · 2 months

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@howthesleeplesswander || plotted starter for rhysie cup! (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡

“So, uh . . . Yeah, like—? What made you decide to rebuild Atlas and not, uhm . . . I mean, you were a Hyperion guy for awhile, weren’t you?” And you’re making small talk, aren’t you, Timmy Boy? Attempting. Important distinction. We’re attempting, kiddos. Call yourself a friggin’ actor . . . God.

Look, Timothy had been in his fair share of awkward situations. He’d been the cause of about 90 percent of those situations, which was pretty freakin’ funny when you thought about it: Handsome Jack being “awkward” . . . But, well, something here was awkwarder than usual. Like some higher power had taken that dial and turned it all the way to one end and forced these two poor souls to figure their shit out while said higher power kicked back, made himself a bowl of popcorn—hey! Maybe even ordered an entire pizza . . .

Ugh. Tim didn’t want to think about pizza for the next year at least. Scratch that.

He fidgeted. He’d been doing a lot of that since the Vault Hunters left him here on Promethea. You know, kind of like he was some stray cat they found digging through the nearest dumpster who should have just been ignored, but they weren’t heartless enough to leave him and figured You know what? Let’s toss this pathetic pile of matted fur onto some other asshole’s lap and wash our hands, be done with it. Even in their company, Timothy had felt the tension in the air between him and Atlas’s CEO (who was incredibly attractive for a guy who probably just sat behind his desk and cackled maniacally at the expense of others, by the way—? Why didn’t the damn VHs feel the need to warn him?). Now that the two of them were alone . . . ? Tim wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry. Maybe both. Internally.

Externally, stumbling his way through a semi-normal conversation with probably the first semi-normal dude he’d met in what felt like centuries was the way to go.

“Stickin’ it to ‘The Man,’ or whatever?” Tim prodded after a pause. (“The Man” here very obviously meaning the jackhole everyone knew and the sane people hated at this point; Timothy didn’t need to spell that one out.) “God, sorry, I— I-I get it.”

Want to know the weird thing about losing a hand? It still somehow felt like it was there. Imagine the scenario: some disheveled, absolutely trashed representation of what was maybe a man at some point lifting his pathetic little stub of an arm to subconsciously futz with those damned latches on this stupid friggin’ mask only to realize . . . Well. Play it cool. (Which, by the way, meant doing that universal thing everyone did where he just flexed that arm in what was meant to look like a convincing stretch.)

Tim didn’t meet Rhys’s gaze. Funnily, he was pretty sure neither of them were doing great in the “eye contact” department (among about two dozen other departments). With a shake of his head, all he offered was “Listen, I’d . . . I-I’d remove the mask right here and now—might make all this weirdness, like, one degree less weird, but uh . . . hah.” Now the laugh was external, but not at all humored. “Really not convinced something won’t still explode if I try, so . . . Yeah. Sorry about the reawakened horrific trauma, I bet. I promise that's totally unintentional. If I was the real Jack, ya know, it'd be . . . it'd be intentional. But I'm not. So.”

#howthesleeplesswander #ミ★ « v: main (post bl3) »#ミ★ « prose »#gnhjoagnjao this was meant to be fairly short since i KNOW #we have 2968453783753 other things going on sO I APOLOGIZE #timmy really is one of those muses who is as chatty in his own head #as he is to the people around him so it's just a recipe for disASTER #when it comes to trying to keep things short(er)#bUT FFFFFF i hope this works for you m'dear!! ;w;/#i know we've discussed a LOT of how their whole shenaniganry begins but #figured it might be fun to at least dip our toes in a bit of the initial weirdness owo;#our VHs just introducing these dorks and then like #“anyway we got shit to do so goodbye ty for taking care of timtam!!!”#and timmy and rhys just PERSON STANDING EMOJI at each other #let them . . . TRY 8'D i beLIEVE #no need to match length ofc darling!! i'm totally down with shortening things up to make this easier if we'd like!! uwu/#BLOWS KISSUS AT YOU AND RHYSIE CUP !!! >w<

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