“What Do You Want?” Barbara Asks, Voice Crackling With Static.

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“im gonna draw someone other than jason!” so that was a fucking lie

new she-ra fic: Time To Go

word count: 7,733

summary: After Adora disappears and Catra has to gather a whole army to find her again, there’s a moment on the battlefield where Catra actually thinks that Adora’s about to leave her.

She doesn’t. Of course. All they have is eachother and both of them belong to the Horde. To defect to the Rebellion is unthinkable. Impossible.

In the months that follow, Catra decides that leaving might not be as awful an idea as she first thought.

sketch batman ninja.

Mha au where bakugou is replaced by catra and kirishima is replaced by adora

It all starts in English, as a surprising amount of things in Wirt’s life do. They’re reading poems and eventually come to one called ‘The Beast’ by a woman named Adelaide which is too familiar for Wirt to ignore.

The moment he gets home he starts to research the author. He reads about how she and her sister almost died when they were young, around the same ages as Wirt and Greg are now. He reads accounts about how both of them changed after the accident, how they became estranged but always shared an intense interest in the occult. He reads about the children found in Adelaide’s basement after she died.

That last part makes him cry for a long time.

Even though he hates Adelaide, and he now knows that it’s the same Adelaide as he met in the Unknown, he can’t help but keep reading about her life. Finding out that someone other than himself and Greg made it out makes him believe that a life after the Unknown might be possible, that this isn’t just a dream and he’s going to wake up any moment to fire and heat and smothered in the Beast’s soul.

And then there’s the witchcraft. As far as Wirt knows, Adelaide and Auntie Whispers are the only people in the Unknown who could do magic. Finding out that they went there when they were younger makes him wonder if maybe having escaped the Unknown in the past is what gave them their abilities. He wonders if the same rules apply to him and Greg.

So Wirt looks into the occult. He tries not to get too interested in it, he doesn’t want people to think he’s some kind of weirdo, but he likes it. He likes the patterns and the sounds and the way that when he reads the words out loud they make him feel powerful in a way he never has before.

Wirt asks Greg if he wants to read the words as well, once. When he repeats the same words that Wirt has said to himself a thousand times his eyes go watery and he has to spend the next hour hugging Jason Funderburker close to his chest.

Because of this, along with a thousand other things, Wirt worries. He worries because his brother is the best person he knows and he wonders what it says about him that something that makes the best person in the world cry makes him want to shout out in exultation.

Wirt worries so much that he thinks his head might explode and leave everything dripping with the black sludge of fear and unease and worry that lives in his head.

But he doesn’t stop.

~

Wirt is in his room, alone in a sea of hand-written notes and books on the dark things in the woods that he used to be more afraid of. He sits in front of a mirror covered in sigils drawn on in whiteboard marker and encircled in candles.

He waits for the clock to strike midnight and recites the same words he’s said a thousand times before.

The air in the room gets warmer as he speaks. The air twisting and writhing with the forces upon it. It’s all confusing and chaotic and not at all how things in the real world tend to be.

It’s how things in the Unknown tend to be.

Wirt tries to keep his focus, he tries so hard to make the words do what he wants them to that for a moment he forgets to be scared or nervous or worried at all.

The candles burn brighter. The mirror cracks.

Wirt smiles, and manages to picture a life for himself after the Unknown for the first time since he got back.

AU where Jason gets his revenge by becoming a lawyer and getting joker sentenced to the death penalty

Bruce is conflicted about it but any time he tries to say anything on the subject Alfred just talks over him like "oh we're so proud of you master Jason you finished college and you didn't even use your father's extensive resources that could've easily gotten someone in this family a degree aren't we so proud master Bruce that Jason got himself a respectable profession--"

The parallel in the umbrella academy where in ‘I think we’re alone now’ it says ‘the beating of our hearts is the only sound’ and Vanya using the beating of her heart to bust out of the cage thing is god tier foreshadowing and you can’t convince me otherwise.

Stiles Stilinski is just like Lydia in all the wrong ways.

His thoughts move as fast as hers, sometimes faster, and it’s the first time someone else’s brain has measured up to hers. It makes her hate him. It makes her despise him. His existence upsets Lydia’s painstakingly constructed social hierarchy where she’s always meant to be the smartest person in the room.

She is the smartest person in the room. Most of the time. There are just rare occasions, few and far between, where Stiles will do better on a test than her. Or he’ll give a presentation and clearly understand the material better than she does, even if he does do a shit job at presenting it.

Sometimes she’ll look around the room and wonder how everyone can be so stupid. How she can be surrounded by people who think so slowly that they’re actually having trouble comprehending things that are so obvious.

Whenever she does that she always finds Stiles looking straight at her, like he’s thinking the exact same thing.

It only makes her hate him more.

~

Jackson Whittemore is just like Lydia in all the right ways.

He wants to be better than everyone. He wants it like it’s everything. Like to be lesser is death. Like to be lesser is hell.

Lydia has always felt the exact same way.

It’s refreshing, at first. For someone to ache for power like she does. The fact that the two of them are the only people who need control like they need air is probably the reason they actually achieve it in the first place.

She supposes that the fact they’re both beautiful and smart and mean doesn’t hurt.

It takes a long time for Lydia to love Jackson. It’s something that happens in an instant. Even when they started dating it was more an arrangement of mutual convenience, something they did because they both wanted to be the best and becoming a team was simply the next step in achieving that. But after they’ve been dating for a while Jackson looks at Lydia and she feels utterly understood in a way she had always thought might be impossible from the perspective of a mind that doesn’t move as fast as hers.

It puts fire in her bones and Lydia decides that she never wants to stop burning.

~

Far later, Lydia supposes that it isn’t so surprising that she ends up having loved them both.

She always has adored her reflection.

Crew Swap AU

Commander Lovelace is having one of those few good days on the Hephaestus when Hera tells her that something’s docked at the airlock five

The crew scrambles, something they’ve been getting better at recently.

Those with firearms training head to the armory while Victoire and Kwan and Selberg go to the airlock where Lovelace knows they’ll be doing whatever they can to figure out what’s happening. In under three minutes the entire crew of the Hephaestus is gathered outside airlock five, mostly armed and entirely ready for a fight.

Hera can’t communicate with whatever’s on the craft but she can tell that there’s only one life form on board. Lovelace’s choice is either to let what just docked into the station, or to leave it hanging onto them like a leach on their oxygen.

Throughout her time on the Hephaestus Lovelace has grown to hate unknowns. They always lead to someone dying. It means that they have to deal with whatever’s clinging to them before they’re in the middle of the next emergency. Lovelace tells Hera to open the airlock.

Instead of aliens or monsters, what comes through the airlock is a man. He looks exhausted. His cheeks are sunken in and one arm is wrapped around his waist in an attempt to hold together what he can. His other hand holds a gun, shaking.

For a moment he looks confused, like he’s expecting people other than Lovelace’s crew to be there. Then his eyes lock onto Selberg and his expression turns murderous.

“You.” he rasps.

Lovelace lets herself look away from the stranger and at Selberg for a millisecond, it’s all she needs. Selberg looks scared. He looks terrified. The man that Lovelace can barely get to listen to her is stood, staring in abject horror at a man who’s barely holding himself upright.

“No.” Selberg whispers, eyes wide. “No, you died. I watched you die.”

“Really Doc?” says the man through gritted teeth, “I thought the whole point was that I wouldn’t be able to do that any more.”

And then his eyes start to glow.

Well, Lovelace thinks, cocking her gun as Selberg drops in a dead faint, maybe it is an alien.

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