#dubious morality

oh, that's a strange cock

Even creating a combination of a museum and a tomb in the Phantom Zone, a giant floating building containing a bunch of her things and things she likes, like maps of her favorite places, objects she brought back from her travels, even a few species of alien animals that he dragged into the Ghost Zone after her death, because Dani liked them a lot, Danny managing to make a habitat for them with his powers. One day, the Justice League members somehow end up (a cult and a ritual gone wrong, or some other weird magical thing gone wrong) in the Infinite Realms right in one of the hallways.

They sneak through the huge rooms and end up going through one of the doors into a room where Danny is crying with bubbles floating on the ceiling containing memories of him and Dani. They quickly hide behind some pillars when two more massive figures enter the room through another door. The two of them start to sing this.

[S & T]:

Why would you want to be here?

What do you ever see here,

That doesn't make you feel worse than you do?

And tell me, what's the use of feeling?

Why would you want to employ her,

The mortals that destroyed her?

[Chorus S & T]

What's the use of feeling?

What's the use of feeling?

What's the use of feeling?

(The one that's really cute but then turns into this)(╭⁠☞⁠•́⁠⍛⁠•̀⁠)⁠╭⁠☞

[S & T]:

The pain is unbearable, the void so deep,

Our hearts shattered, our souls incomplete.

But we must rise, our king, from this despair,

And claim the vengeance that's ours to bear.

[Verse 2 S & T]

You are our king, the ruler of all domains,

One word from you, and chaos reigns.

Your loyal knight stands ready to strike fear,

Father Time waits for your decree to appear.

[Chorus S & T]

Let us swallow that world at your command,

To pay for the sin they committed.

To face DIVINE JUDGMENT!

[S]: "At your command I will swallow that world.

I will reduce them to manure!

I will turn their cities into forests not seen since the old times!"

[T]: "At your command, a flood shall come,

Washing away the wicked and the dumb.

Like the great deluge of old, a cleansing rain,

To purge this World of sin and pain."

[Bridge S & T]

We'll make them pay, we'll make them see,

The price for taking what was ours, our beloved moon.

No mercy now, no tears to shed,

Only retribution, blood to be bled.

[Chorus S & T]

What's the use of feeling?

What's the use of feeling?

What's the use of feeling?

Our hearts are numb, our love grown cold,

We'll watch the world burn, stories untold.

[Outro S & T]

How about I share an idea instead about Reader acting as a lawyer/legal consult for Aventurine? (Bouncing off of my friend’s recent obsession with lawyer characters lol.)

So, Reader is a lawyer studying the laws of various worlds. Their work laptop is full of legal texts and documents, which they use to keep track of information gained and help make sure Aventurine doesn’t step too hard on someone’s toes. coughsunliketopazonbelobogcoughs

Reader is also partially the reason why Aventurine was able to get away with attacking the Astral Express — by taking his and Ratio’s witness accounts of their “meeting” with Sunday and the power of the Order being forced on Aventurine to brainwash him on threat of death within 17 hours. (I know I saw a post pointing out how Sunday basically broke diplomatic immunity by doing this, tho I can’t remember who. 🫠) Who can say for sure that Aventurine threatening to detonate a Stellaron wasn’t the result of (him struggling against) the Order influencing him? Reader can even point out that if the Family tried to go after Aventurine, Sunday’s actions coupled with the Family’s lying about death being impossible in the Dreamscape would be grounds for a counter lawsuit.

Emphasis on Reader partially being why Aventurine got away with his gamble. Even without Reader being Aventurine’s lawyer, the IPC’s got a fuck ton of money. 😅 Reader being there just makes things a lot faster and more convenient.

Reader’s pissed about Aventurine gambling his life like that, tho. 💀

“I TOLD YOU TO BE CAREFUL WHEN DEALING WITH [ACHERON] AND WHATAYA DO?! YOU GET FUCKING HAM-SLICED AND YEETED INTO A BLACK HOLE!!!!! 💢💢💢”

“Objection! Gambling with Your Life is Not a Legal Strategy!”

Summary: You find yourself grappling with the aftermath of Aventurine’s latest reckless escapade—one involving ham-slicing, black holes, and intergalactic legal battles. As his ever-resourceful and exasperated legal advisor, you’re left to clean up the mess while Aventurine, the ever-smug gambler and IPC executive, teases you with his charm. Beneath the banter, a glimpse of sincerity from Aventurine leaves you questioning whether there’s more to him than his reckless bravado.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Crackfic, Lawyer!Reader, Dubious Morality, Fluff and Angst, Overworked (and probably underpaid or not) Reader, Banter and Wit, Slow-Burn Romance (implied), Reader Yelling at Aventurine (deserved tbh).

Warnings: Mild language (Reader vents a lot), Legal jargon overload, Brief mentions of violence and manipulation, Reader and Aventurine arguing, Crack-level absurdity in legal scenarios, Aventurine's traumatic backstory hinted at but not deeply explored.

A/N: Thank you for your understanding 🙏💖 and I hope you like this! This may be a bit ooc and I mostly have forgotten a lot of things so yeah🧍‍♀️

You glared at Aventurine from behind your laptop, your fingers hovering over the keyboard as you typed out yet another damage control memo. The smug blond executive lounged across from you in his plush office chair, one leg draped lazily over the armrest. His perpetual grin was as infuriating as ever, even with fresh bandages peeking out from the collar of his shirt.

There was a stillness in the space between them nowadays. A false calmness. Ambiguous. Inherently wrong.  A falsity. A glaringly obvious long-rotted thing that they pointedly ignored.

Ignorance was bliss after all, wasn’t it?

Still, Sam wondered when they’d breach the subject. When they’d talk openly about the festering thing between them. Like a corpse left out in the midday heat; a stench of sin. A seeping of something foul. Black-rot. Gun-shot. Tight-lips. Tighter smiles.

A façade. That’s what it seemed to Sam. A mask they wore whenever dad was around. Whenever Bobby looked sideways at them. They’d learned to perfect it. Prime it. Time it. So no one ever saw beyond the veil. So no one could ever pull back the curtain and expose the things they did together.

Sam was old enough now to know it was wrong. A slick of sin. Like oil. Or a spill of amber whiskey. Pretty but treacherous, and one miss-step could lead to a bad fall. Sam was also well aware that Dean would be the one to fall the hardest should anyone find out their secret.

Perhaps, that was why his older brother was so cautious. Jittery after they’d finished playing together. Racing for the shower before the mess they’d made had even cooled upon Sam’s belly and between his thighs. Aloof when Sam would emerge from the shower later on. Dean would feign interest in the television remote, squinting at the buttons as if he didn’t know them off by heart.

Or, worse of all, he’d leave the motel room entirely, muttering about supplies. But he’d always return empty handed, a cold breeze at his back, the odour of cheap cigarette smoke on his breath. A heaviness settled upon his shoulders.

And on those nights, he’d glance once at Sam – curled into the corner of the sofa, socked toes scrunched up and arms wrapped about his shins, awaiting Dean – and retreat into the dubious safety of the bathroom. Only emerging once Sam had taken himself to bed.

Those times felt like a slap in the face. As though Dean had drawn back his arm and threw a punch right at Sam’s teeth. An indescribable, hollow sort of pain.

It had only gotten worse since Dean had turned eighteen.

As the Tideheart festival of love is underway, the Trolltrail couriers are assigned ropes to deliver... and find themselves entangled in more than a few more relationships involved.

Where Dungeon Delivery tells the adventures of Acorn Express couriers Chéramy, Haery and Polly, I’m writing a loosely canon compliant (as accurate to details introduced to the episodes that are freely available as of posting counts) adventure with Trolltrail couriers, because some businesses (looking at you Dusty Buns) prefer Trolltrail, so they are doing something right, just not quite what makes them no.1. 

Some characters are familiar, and most definitely fall into my personal headcanons. This is also the turning point where, for one of my characters, I start to breach the canon-compliancy territory involving the background of our Acorn Express couriers and hope the latest episodes don’t force me to retcon more details later :p

Title: Only His Shadow Remains 5/7

Rating: E

Summary:

Aziraphale is a professor of ancient civilisations. During a dig, he uncovers an unusual artefact—smooth black stone with serpentine designs that somehow seems to call to him. Aziraphale’s dreams of a handsome red-headed man grow vivid. The artefact begins to pulse when he touches it. The being he’s been dreaming of has been buried, bound, and waiting. And now, he's awake.

This chapter:

Aziraphale takes a holiday that doesn't end great...

Excerpt:

Waiting for the kettle, Aziraphale leaned against the worktop. The flat was very quiet. There was no podcast playing, no strange tune he’d never heard before ringing in his ears, no Crowley in his head to make ridiculous comments about things throughout his day. But it was a good thing that he was gone. If he were real, he was out there seeing more of the world than he had probably ever seen. Definitely more people. If he wasn’t real, well, at least Aziraphale wasn’t hearing things anymore. He couldn’t help but miss having someone to talk to, though. As odd as it sounded, even to him. Aziraphale made his tea and carried it over to his gramophone. “Are you really gone, Crowley?” he asked, waiting a few moments for a response before flipping on the music and settling onto the settee with a book.

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Thanks to @ireallyneedmoretea and @dbacklot99 for the beta reads!