Life
tw: violence, blood, gore, monster
Sylvia De La Rue had taken care to stick to the back roads. Knowing the main ones would be targeted more heavily during this season. But there was hardly anyone who didn't know the face of the Light of Kaamos. Even her steed caught attention easily. So it wasn't too surprising that she could vaguely hear the clinking of metal in the surrounding woods. The rustling of leaves despite the absence of wind.
Bandits most likely. Looking for whatever loot the woman favored by the royal family no doubt carried.
She sped up. The sound of Dellos' hooves drowned out any others in her surroundings, but she knew they were following. Especially as a crossbow bolt flew past her shoulder. But it didn't matter. She only had a bit more until she made it.
To the Whispering Wood. To the territory of the Witch.
Slowly, the surrounding trees turn paler. The air grows quieter. The shadows start to seem odd. Almost alive. Sylvia began to hear the crunch of snow under hoof. The shouts of men telling her to stop. The quiet click of crossbows firing.
Then a single raven.
Upon hearing the bird, Sylvie called Dellos to stop. Turning the alicorn around to finally get a look at her pursuers. Only a handful of men on horseback. Told her to hand over any valuables. Sylvie couldn't quite place their accents, but they clearly weren't from around here. If the fact they'd ventured this deep into the forest wasn't proof enough of that.
She wasn't paying too much attention to them. Listening instead for something else. Footsteps. Coming from behind.
The men tried to get closer but their horses refused to move. Smart horses. Prompting them to dismount and approach on foot.
Crunch!
There was a reason people generally avoided the Whispering Wood.
There were already stories of the nightmares and evil lurking within. Long before the Witch of the Morii resided in its castle. With every soft crunch of snow under foot, the ground seemed to tremble. And as they became stronger, harder to ignore, there was a growing pressure in the air. The shadows behind Sylvia began to shift and grow. Until a hulking mass of dark, scarred flesh emerged from the dark. A massive, twisting beast lumbered forth on trunk-like crooked legs. Large, pale teeth set in a jaw that housed a growl that seemed to echo inside its own throat.
And walking by its side, donning her cloak of raven feathers...
The Witch of the Morii.
She gave the men no time. A gentle flick of her wrist brought forth a whip=like vine of thorns/ Ripping through the snow as well as the arm of the closest one. The severed appendage hit the snow with a wet thud. His comrades registered it quicker than he did. Already clambering onto their horses as he locked eyes with Alys. Paralyzed by those cat-like pupils, narrowed into slits.
Those green gold eyes seemed to glow. Never leaving him as the witch raised her hand to stroke the jaw of the monstrosity behind her. Whispering sweetly to it, "Go play~"
Despite its size, the creature was surprisingly quick. Bounding after the men with the energy of a new pup.
Once they were out of view, their screams reduced to distant whispers, those cold eyes were now on Sylvia.
"Alys~!"
"Sylvie~"
Sylvia pulled the the Witch into a tight hug before the latter escorted her to toe castle deeper in. As the two exchanged small talk along the way, she made a note to visit her old friend more often. Despite how difficult it was for others to read Alys' face, there was no denying how happy she was to see her childhood friend again.
Evident by the blooms that continued to crawl up the trees immediately surrounding their path despite the harsh snowy climate.
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Back at it again with my Danny is mom coded au’s, but this time it’s because of Clockwork that he suddenly has a whole ass teenage kid.
Clockwork had been bored or maybe he was playing a game against an opponent, or even lost a bet, whatever it was, he stepped in right as Jason was searching for his biological mother.
The DNA that would have registered itself as one Sheila Haywood, confirming Jason’s mother, glitched a terrible green across the screens of the batcomputer.
In those few moments of chaos Jason’s heart beat rapidly as he tried to figure out why the computer wasn’t working, wondering if his only chance to find his mom — his blood mom — would never find success.
Then as suddenly as things went wrong the DNA settled and pinged.
Jason watched, his chest tight, as one Danny C. Works, formerly Danny Fenton appeared onto the big screen.
Danny looked a lot like Jason, short cut black hair more straight than the subtle curls of Jason’s own; deep blue eyes, tired in a way that spoke of long days and nights, but with a warm happiness that made the familiar smile — the one Jason would see on himself every time he looked into the mirror — even more striking.
Jason didn’t linger too long on the male identifying gender, nor the fact his mom leaned more towards a masculine name or clothing.
There were plenty of male to female, and female to male leaning individuals that lived in Crime Alley. He had seen it enough to not even bat an eye at it, even now. After all, in Gotham you minded your business least you find yourself in business you can’t leave.
On a different monitor information of Danny C. Works piled for Jason to quickly browse through.
Danny was a senior engineer, no intimate relationships, and with no close connections to family outside of the tentative calls from Jasmine Fenton.
Danny was estranged from Jack and Madeline Fenton, a falling out that had occurred just a little before Danny’s high school graduation. If Jason calculated it correctly that would have been — around the season Jason himself would have been born.
Okay, so no grandparents then but I might have a maybe aunt. Jason scrolled further and stilled.
Twin toddlers: Dante and Danielle Works.
Jason had baby siblings.
He doesn’t let the sting of younger siblings consume him, doesn’t allow the whispering thoughts of why he had been given up when his younger siblings had been kept and so very obviously loved.
Jason took deep breathes, he didn’t have time to linger here. He had a family to get to, and a family he would get to.
It took almost all night to reach, the starlight night sky slowly and surely fading into cloudy wine as the sun rose, but Jason made it.
And when the door opened to his hesitant but firm knock, Jason was unable to speak. His mom — dad, maybe? Did they want to be mom or dad? — stood in the doorway, brows furrowed in confusion.
It was when Danny spoke his vigilante name did Jason only just realize that he was still dressed to the nine’s in his Robin costume.
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Burnt bridges
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Curry & Chop
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Alien: what are human’s instinctive reactions to danger?
Human 1: fight or flight!
Human 2, deadpan: run, hit, talk shit
Alien:
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Carracosta and Dalia, 13 (roleswapped)?
became way too attached to this au lol
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It’s easy for people to criticize protectors for how we react to perceived threats —
Some of us get defensive, some of us get loud, or completely freeze up, or run for safety, or suddenly collapse and can’t move, or become mute, or have extreme fawn reactions … and to the outside, it seems over the top.
Or maybe you think it’s not fair that we saw you as a threat because you got angry and yelled. Maybe you think it’s childish that we sprinted out of the house or scary that we kicked into “fight” mode.
We had to identify threats fast. We had to do what it took to survive. To protect our system and our physical body and mind.
And we can and should learn to react more proportionally. But our instincts aren’t ridiculous or made to victimize you. They made sense in the traumatic environment that created us. They’re the only reason we’re still here now.
We still fall back on that because it worked and we survived.
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Me, when Sebastian joins my party for the first time: Okay, this time I'm not going to forget about you, Sebastian. I'm going to make an effort to use you a lot this playthrough so I can better understand you.
Also me, immediately forgetting about Sebastian while finishing Act 2 and making it halfway through Act 3 before I finally notice his Faith quest: ......................Oh. Right. My bad.
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initial d killjoy AU... might do something with this doodle might not
and yes, ryosuke gets a little ponytail. because I said so
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If Jo won't take him I will 👀
Oh! Wait a minute…I got Gio on the line. What’s that? ….oop, yeah. He said he’s not interested and will follow Jo to the ends of the Earth. Alright then, buddy. Your choice and your funeral 🫡🤣
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WIP WEDNESDAY
Hi besties I lost track of time and uhhh long story short here's your wip Wednesday on a Thursday <3333 Editing is still happening - I want to get this out into the world asap!!
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“Fine, I’ll try it. But you have to teach me how to do it the right way.” Marcia leaned back, watching the minute changes in Anetra’s expression. Marcia had a fleeting impulse to kiss her but she brushed it aside as quickly as it came.
“Alright, you’re the boss. Just watch me.” Marcia preened a little. She liked the sound of that. The boss.
Anetra brought the pipe to her lips, eyes on Marcia as she gestured at the way she was holding the pipe. Marcia tried her best to pay attention, to figure out what to do without making a fool of herself, but she kept getting distracted by Anetra’s hands, missing whatever instructions Anetra was telling her. The way her finger pressed delicately against the small hole on the side of the pipe; the short, bitten-off nails; the easy, practiced way she held it.
She watched Anetra take a short breath and hold it for a moment before blowing a slow, lazy cloud of silver-blue smoke out the window. It was beautiful. Marcia still didn’t have the slightest idea how to do it herself but it was beautiful. Anetra held out the pipe to her and she hesitated, unsure what to do, and certain she was about to look like an idiot.
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I love thinking that among all the Beifong siblings, despite all coming from like the richest family in the world Baatar is the only one with terminal rich man brain lol. Opal has been out in the world and is actually sympathetic to those less fortunate, Huan loves imagining himself as the starving, struggling artist, and Wing and Wei are just your sporty boys out here vibing meanwhile Baatar is like "Bitch do I look like I'd get out of bed for less than 100k??" and "Ugh, I can practically count the number of threads this coat has through my skin alone..", especially when he and Kuvira leave Zaofu and he just can't function without his rich man amenities LMAO and Kuvira just thinks it's hilarious like she's taking her silly rich boyfriend for a walk out in the real world and watching him jump at dirt on the ground like he's a cat that accidentally stepped into a mildly shallow puddle and just rockets into the air
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Some of yall deeply underestimate how much some cis men are threatened by trans men and our masculinity. How theres so many cis dudes out there that want to rape us, thinking that will make us detransition. How many incels out there are mad at us for betraying womanhood and not sucking their dick. How much they want to force us to detransition, how much they want to kill us and force us into hiding which, to me, minus well be killing us since theyre smothering who we are for the sake of a status quo. We shake their fundamental understanding of the world. Its one thing for a GIRL to be a tomboy to them. They think its cute, like a baby pretending to be an adult. Its a whole other thing for someone percieved as a woman to try to actually be a man to them. They think thw fact we have the gal to assume we can escape their grasp, to escape the kitchen or whatever tf, means we're disrespecting them and trying to "destroy" them, rather than what it really is, us trying to be independent. We're the exact thing these types of cis men hate. Sometimes they tolerate (emphasis here bc im not saying they accept yall. Dont twist my words)trans women bc they fetishize them but they want to completely eradicate us becayse we threaten the patriarchy by virtue of deciding we dont need a man to take care of us, we want to be the man that takes care of ourselves.
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