#random draft

[snakeredbirdbatkatana]

Give me Necromancer Tim but also Dick Grayson being the best.

Tim has always known who he is, what he is.

Doesn't fear walking Gotham at night, ghosts follow his every move.

Can sit in the cemetery and feel it's power.

A flick of fingers, a whispered word and animals breathe again, humans crawl from the earth.

Becoming Robin didn't change much.

Bruce's dislike of magic working in his favor the man obvious to anything other than Latin causing flashy lights.

Almost weekly he visited Jason's grave listening praying yet the boy was still out of reach.

The first time Tim panicked believing the magic had vanished but after multiple long dead mobsters hearts started to beat clearly it was a Jason specific issue.

Kicking the dirt as frustration got the better of him.

"Baby bird, hitting stuff doesn't fix it." Dick's voice catching him off guard, although he will deny jumping almost a foot in the air.

Glancing at the first Robin something cold begins to pool in his chest. Majority of men would be offended-angry at their brothers final resting place, being desecrated.

Not sporting a Dick (I know something you don't) Grayson™️ grin.

A hand gentle on his back "Kiddo-"Dick''s arms begin pulling; coaxing "Unlike Bruce...I think magic is pretty awesome. Especially, when it's my little brother's."

"It's not..working." The words the have been circling for weeks are finally spoken, yanking on his every soul because what is the point of Tim Drake if his magic is failing.

"Ah, well..it's not going too." Attempting to break out of Dick arms doesn't work the older tightening his grip.

"Funny thing, for a man who hates magic he adopts a lot- of witches." Power rushes reveling the sigals covering every inch of Jason's grave. Hiding his body and soul from any form of magic.

Tim can't help committing a technical taboo, releasing his own magic usually another's would retreat, or become defensive.

Dick's does neither. Tim very soul magic running wild, his brother accepts it.

The grown begins to rot a typical characteristic of his craft his brother burning it, their magic not inherently kind but accepting each other whole heartily.

It's difficult wrestling control back, Dick struggling the same neither wanting to let the other go.

"I can't believe." -" Your an odd bird to pin down, normally it's easy but never in my life have I met a necromaner so I had no clue what I was looking for."

"Still figured it out."

"Nope. I guessed." One again shock overtaking him.

"Saw you kicking the grave, way too comfortable surrounded by dead people figured, what the hell."

"Your such a dick."- "Dont you dare." Dick grumbles clearly not content losing his favorite horrible joke.

"I can... bring him back then." Joy, and plans already forming because this means Jason can come back.

"No, we will but not today I'm dragging you back to Bludhaven to watch shitty movies and eat food." Protests and complains building in his throat.

"Nope. Don't you dare. Fucked up as it is Jason will still be dead tommorow and we need clear heads so don't argue with me!" Tim forced to relent how dare his older brother be logical and responsible.

Hours later both nestled on Dick's couch somewhat relaxing when Tim shouts hunching over arms tight against his stomach.

Dick's attempt to figure out what wrong causes his magic to reach out first. His soul begins to sing.

"Jason-"

"We need to go."

An hour drive made in twenty minutes.

It's Tim who grabs Jason's hand pulling him from the dirt.

It's Dick who begins to heal broken bones.

It's Tim who sends bursts of power to anchor his soul.

It's Dick who bundles two exhausted little brothers into his bed to watch over them.

It's Bruce who slams open the door four hours later scared out of his mind after reviewing the tapes.

It's Bruce who wakes up two extremely protective and pissed off witches.

It's Jason who on his first day back from the dead gets to cackle as Alfred attempts to wrangle a toad wearing a batsuit.

"Best day of my fucking life-"

"Master Richard please-"

"No the bitch had it coming-"

"Lucky I didn't take his soul."

"Wait kid can you do that?"

"Yeah it's Death Magic 101."

"So hypothetically, if a certain clown-"

"Consider it done."

"So since Bruce can't exactly complain right now?"

"Dickhead how dare you become awesome while I was dead first magic now murder- the fuck?"

"Little Wing..? I had magic before."

"WHAT?"

"YOU KNEW THIS?"

"THE FUCK I DID?"

"YOU SAID ROBIN GIVES YOU MAGIC WAS THAT NOT BECAUSE YOUR BROTHERS A WITCH?"

"NO IT'S...actually I'm not sure why the fuck I did say that?"

"Maybe you subconsciously knew?"

"Maybe so can we go murder the joker now?"

"Yeah I'll get my keys."

"MASTER BRUCE DONT YOU DARE GO ON MY COUNTER."

"Hurry."

"On it."

"Best day ever."



[hellounicetomeetyou]

How would you explain to people the simple question "What is your favourite dinner?" Or "what would you like for dinner?" It's a PTSD for you bcuz each time you ask Simon that question he always answers with "the heaven between your legs" before making you squeal by throwing you over his shoulder, give you a firm spank that would make you blush and get breathless and call it a day even if it's 4PM (The earlier the most overstimulated you ended by midnight).

[yellowmoon89]

You know what framing Dexter giving Harrison protection (Like he was giving him a condom) but it was actually just the m99 was wild. He was also talking about being glad he didn't have to give him the sex talk. Instead, he had the dark passenger talk. I wonder how Dexter would have even approached that conversation had it arisen.

[hameln-happiness-protector]

What the hell is Curtain even about ✌️🫩. A little bit of this a little bit of that ahh. They're collecing their beliefs like Pokémon cards.

"It's the 15th century, I'm a Christian with a damaged brain.

It's the 16th century! Ars Goetia has come out and it's so perfect. Whoa demons, I like demons. Let's call those stupid demons and order them, heil Höllenzwang!

Also I'm a superior white man who got a chance to study and become fascinated with Ancient Egypt, so why not just learn about it from Greek and Roman scripts? I love misinterpreting ancient belief systems by reading information from second hand! Just like another hundreds of German hermeticists, occult philosophers and any random scholars from my time. I'll just believe there was some primeval darkness Egyptians liked very much because it fits my made-up pseudo-christian scripts!

Oh hey it's the 18th century, why not add Baphomet and pentagram? The darkness and basic demons are not enough anymore. I need a goat to lead me. Specifically a half-naked skinwalker with four horns. A little bit of newly emerged satanism surely wouldn't hurt anyone!

Oh hey it's the 19th century! How about I randomly become an extremist half-theist, half-atheist satanist, get an urge to kill people and justify it by telling my fellow followers that all who believe in the superiority of light deserve to just disappear from the face of our Earth? I don't care about the new literal translation of Egyptian scripts, I can believe whatever I like anyway!

Oh hey it's the late 20th and early 21st century! I think... I'm genuinely just gonna steal children and use medical equipment to transfer their souls into a tv show because I believe they have magical powers which would help me travel interdimensionally 😀. What a blessing that I am to this world."

This is literally how the beliefs emerged and fused with already existing ones. But instead of adapting or giving up some part they just be taking random goatshit and and glueing it together in a way it may fit. And like I'm not even joking, all of those things named above are explicitly shown to us atleast partially in the game and the secret tapes. That's just insane

[lazyveta]

Yelizaveta & Sirius (draft)

Note: This was sitting in my drafts and I honestly thought I’d already posted it. Anyway here it is. The story events might end up slightly different, but Liz and Sirius definitely have their fair share of fights and conflicts.

From the moment Liz was introduced to Hogwarts, she was constantly compared to Sirius. Others would say there was something strikingly similar about them — their loud presence, their effortless charm, and the way they became the center of attention in every room they stepped into. There was a shared rebelliousness in their very being.

They both thought differently. The comparison annoyed them, drawing their gazes toward one another searching for whatever it was everyone else claimed to see, only to look away with exasperation.

That changed with one incident.

It started with Potter, who decided to have fun and humiliate her a little bit to stroke his own ego. Liz, on the other hand, was only waiting for a reason to let loose.

Of course, where there’s Potter, there’s Black. What began as a skirmish between Liz and James nearly escalated into a full-blown fight between Liz and Sirius.

The confrontation was quickly broken up before it could spiral. James and Peter dragged Sirius away while Nora did the same with Liz, leaving Remus standing firmly in between. Neither Liz nor Sirius were pleased about it. They were both fuming, and it wasn't about the banter anymore. They needed to blow off steam.

In that moment, they finally saw the similarity in each other's eyes: a shared anger buried deep inside. Frustration, sadness, and disappointment — all those nasty feelings crawling within them, desperate to be released in the most violent way. Their burdens were different, but they manifested into the same bitter spite.

In the end, they were alike — yet for very, very different reasons.

[mickeytheticklee]

Little Miss

ler!lexi vang x lee!reader

Warning: tickling, this is really short I had this in the drafts for quite awhile

Little Miss - Girlset

Nerd who’s trapped in a hot person’s body indeed.

It was a simple mall date where you invited your new beau to join. Your friends were finally seeing the individual that made you smile on your phone, get distracted by all her sweet texts and pics. They were now seeing her in the living flesh, and soon warming up to her.

“They have blind boxes?? I’m getting eight of them.”, She decides, and immediately you had to put an end of it. Lexi had a well known obsession with those blind boxes, if she could she would spend an outright two hundred dollars in one day. Adding on her buying you stuff and in exchange you bought her clothes you weren’t trying to max out her credit card.

“No! Babe! Max you’re getting is two, and I’ll pay for one of them.”, You smirk, being such boyfriend material to her. She gives you a side hug, getting all excited to open it up and show it to you. Your friends approved of your new girlfriend quite fast. You both paid for one another and try not to pressure each other into buying stuff. Mostly because you two both had a habit of impulse buying. So whatever you both wanted you needed in the palm of your hands in five seconds.

Lexi was cuddly, sweet, and a jokester. The guideline of a perfect girlfriend that was approved by your friend. The last check on the list is if she liked your ticklish quirks.

Later on as the sunset blew away and the sky was reaching a pretty blue and pink the group went to the park. It was their weekly debriefing and gossiping while eating Little Ceasers pizza. This week was getting interesting as they’re trying to educate Lexi on three years worth of dating lore.

“So wait he cheated on you, got with your best friend…?”, Lexi tries to keep up but gets even more confused moments later. “Where does the barber come into place?” You smiled at the effort and gave trying to comprehend the crazy stories your friends tell. One of your friends had to retell the story again but it was left with more questions than answers that even your friends couldn’t explain.

“Yea, let’s just say summer of last year was a wild ride.”, You say as your friends agree. You were perched on Lexi’s lap, sharing the plate of pizza. You felt her kissing your head before doing a big smooch on your cheeks. PDA wasn’t embarrassing around your friends, they’ve bought their partners over the friend hangout before. Either as inspection of they liked their vibe. Since they liked Lexi’s vibe they didn’t mind when she rested her chin on your shoulder or teased you by putting her tongue on her cheek.

Even after the meal the lore wasn’t finished. Your friends were discussing their dating lives for the past two hours and they weren’t even a quarter finished it. You felt Lexi’s hands slide smoothly down to your hands, moving to your full tummy. Her fingers that were almost covered by her big jacket tapping away at your most flustering spot was driving you crazy. She looked nonchalant, focusing on what your friend had to say. Her face didn’t give it away of what she was planning that she couldn’t tell you.

“Let me throw away my plate.”, You say, trying to get up but your sides are glued to her hands. You looked back at her, genuinely puzzled as she chuckled at how oblivious you looked. It took her tickling and squeezing your sides, having you in a fit of giggles on her lap to notice her body language. Lexi was warming you up for tickles and you were too busy to notice.

“LEXIIHAHAHALETMEGOO!”, You plead out in giggles. Lexi was pleasantly surprised by your loud your laugh got, how you didn’t want to squirm too much so you wouldn’t hurt her. But she wanted you to let go, let yourself be free. She knew you’d never hurt her, if she did she knew how to fight back.

“In a few minutes baby. I’m sure you can handle a few tickles by then.”, Lexi teases you, not noticing her big grin beaming at your giggly face. You’ve told Lexi about liking to be tickled. She responded with a classic oh and let it be, not thinking she was going to plot how she should tickle you. You didn’t think she was secretly an expert on tickling you based on how she guessed correctly on you having a ticklish stomach.

“ITS BEEN AFEWMINUTES!”, You call off, still laughing at her slow tickles to your belly. Based on you finally melting to her touch, your body being laid on her lap you wanted the tickles to continue. Especially that your tummy was open, ready to tickle again as you squealed when Lexi’s fingers laid flat, sprawled on your tummy.

“Are you sure you hate this? I’m pretty sure you’re starting to love it.”, Lexi questions poking your stomach. Your mouth was shut, holding your giggles to not admit you were falling in love with her tickling you. Not giving her the sweet satisfaction you tried to say nothing but her pokes against your sides and ribs were causing your serious facade to fall on the floor. Now your cute persona was shown, laughing on her lap.

“IHATEYOOO!!”, You snicker at her pokes, it didn’t tickle much until she attacked you for such profound words. You knew she ran a strict program, that she’d poke you if you joked about hating her. But now since you’ve said it out loud she needs to punish you for it.

“You hate me? Guys do you think they hate me?”, Lexi asks your group of friends while yours still being tickled. They all shook their heads, not believing a word you said. They only responded to Lexi instead of hearing your desperate attempts of needing to be saved from the tickles. Your friends knew you too well to think they should stop you from being tickled as if you’re the luckiest person alive.

“GUYSGUYSSSHAHAHA!!”, You try to get your words out but Lexi tickles you harder. Her expertise skill had your mind in loops. That she would go slow with the tickles, having you giggly but as soon as you plead to the others for help to defeat her you were met with jabs and squeezes. Anything to make you shut up and laugh in her arms.

“They’re fine. Keep going.”, One of your friends say in the background. It’s one of the few things you heard from them, when they’ve been supporting Lexi to continue the tickles for a good five minutes. You felt betrayed, wanting to curse them out like a sailor but as soon as that first curse word hit the laughter bubbled up again. Now you were back to sinking on her lap, her fingers rumbling around your ticklish tummy.

“IHATEEYOUGUYA!!!”, Yelling out to your friends, as if it’s shocking that they wouldn’t defend you from your tickle monster of a girlfriend. Normally your friends tickled you as the designated lee, but given your foul mouth and your girlfriend being there now she was promoted as your worst nightmare. Not really a nightmare, more as a dream that you couldn’t say directly to her.

[ariekthequeer]

Chinchilla Tango

He's a little floof ball. :3

Now here me out, little guy with giant chinchilla ears, and his ears twitch sensing danger, or when someone is upset, he comforts them.

Also, here is some Team Rancher fluff… Because yes

If Jimmy ever starts not believing in himself, Tango will go to him and sit or stand next to Jimmy, and Jim would wrap his wing around him as It's like some kind of avian instinct to keep him close.

[moeruhoshi]

Gray bit the inside of his cheek, trying not to make it obvious as he glared across the classroom. His eyes focused on Juvia, who sat way in the front...right next to Natsu.

How the teacher didn't see either of them passing notes back and forth, he had no idea. His lip twitched every time he watched their fingers brush against the other, the pen in his hand surely about to crack in half.

That idiot never liked to pay attention in class, worse now that Lucy was stuck in a different class. Last year all that slanty-eyed idiot did was flash a dopey smile at her, distracting them both from their lectures.

While the rest of their friends were across the hall, he was stuck watching his worst nightmare unfold. Juvia shouldn't give that idiot the time of day.

"Quit bothering Juvia."

"Who said I was bothering her?" Natsu threw a sideways glance as he bit into his yakisoba sandwich. Gajeel scooted back in his seat, keeping himself out of the path of Gray's glare.

"You're distracting her in class; I'd say that's bothering her." He huffed, clicking his tongue under his breath.

"She's the one who passed me a note first," The pink-haired student rolled his eyes. "If you're so bent, just tell her you like her already. I'm allowed to talk to my friend if I feel like it."

Gray squished a riceball in his fist, fuming as Natsu went on to enjoy his lunch without worry. Of course trying to talk sense into an idiot wouldn't work.