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Only half a ghost was harmed in the making of this comic. Well, maybe two halves. "Just—why are you THIS against using the ghost powers, though?"
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some times better than others
Only half a ghost was harmed in the making of this comic. Well, maybe two halves. "Just—why are you THIS against using the ghost powers, though?"

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It is a beautiful day, and Nohara Rin is planning a murder.
It is not a hard thing to plan. Humans die so very, very easily. A little too much pressure or a cut in the right place will leave a person emptied of personhood within second. It's astounding how easy it is to reduce a human being, complex and beautiful and alive, to a horrid, wretched, rotting pile of meat.
Generally speaking, when one plans a murder, one also plans a way to avoid being identified as the murderer. This is not something Rin needs to plan. The entire point of this murder is to be known as a murderer.
To be known for what she is.
It's easy to empathize with the soon-to-be-corpse. Rin, too, is horrid, wretched, and rotting. She is a shambling mess of meat dolled up in the pretty package of a girl. The main difference between them is that people will know that the corpse is a corpse.
Despite that fundamental disparity, she has reached an understanding with her victim (or rather, an understanding of her victim). She is sure that they will not mind dying. Being murdered is hardly the worst thing that can happen to a person: Rin would know, because she is experiencing worse.
It really is a beautiful day out. It's a shame she's having a hard time appreciating it.
Before long, her accomplice arrives. He is an unknowing one, but vital to the plan regardless. A poorly timed murder could be read as accidental or a simple fact of war, but the addition of an accomplice adds both witness and testament to the intention behind her actions. She needs to prove beyond reasonable doubt that she is guilty. She needs to prove that her actions were driven by spite, rage, and underneath it all, an unbearable emptiness. That there was no noble intent behind this murder that could change the definition of it to sacrifice, justifiable, or-
"Rin," says her accomplice. "We need to go."
This is step one of her plan.
They run through the rain, aimless and un-moored. Their destination, allegedly the village, does not matter. The world narrows to rain, feet on packed dirt, and the complex decision of where to commit a murder. Rin has yet to decide the exact location of it.
Her accomplice makes a helpful suggestion by skidding to a sudden stop. Rin looks over the clearing, generally not unhappy with the scenery, and decides that it is a perfectly suitable location for a murder. The branches block out the sky, leaving the stars unfortunately non-visible, but it's hardly the time to be picky.
From there, the only thing left to do is the murder itself. This is easy, easier than anything else Rin has ever done. Humans die so very, very easily, after all. The only hard part will be ensuring that it is clear that she is the one responsible for the murder, and that she did it because she is terrible and for no other reasons.
But even that seems easy, in the heat of the moment.
Rin drifts forward, rapidly untethering from reality as the moment approaches. Something giddy and light is building in her chest, unlike anything else she has ever felt. How horrific is that? Her first moment of joy arrives only in the face of homicide!
Kakashi lunges forward, and she see the face of her victim reflected in his eyes.
The murder happens like this: Rin throws her victim onto Kakashi's hand and satisfaction writhes through her guts. Her guts, also, coincidentally, fly out of her, organs mashed to paste against the unbearable force of reality. Her heart twitches once, twice, and then stops. She falls forwards, onto his outstretched arm, impaling herself further. She does not cry.
"Kakashi..." her victim rasps. All facades fall away. There is a corpse in his arms.
Rin does not die at the same time as her victim, on account of having died long before them, but everyone realizes that she is dead at the same time as they realize that her victim has been murdered. This is unfortunate. When preforming an autopsy, a mednin on the scene thought to check if the one half of the deaths were recent, and it was. No further investigation was made.
The problem with sharing a body with your murderer is that the reason behind your death will often be mis-defined as suicide.
the absence of something is also a presence: chapter five
Billy really wants this to work out. He’d just—he’d feel really bad, if he couldn’t take care of Lynn right. That’s all. Well—no. It’s a lot more things than just that.
well, it hasn't been a FULL year since this fic's last AO3 update . . .
anyway, merry chrismukkah to the "Billy Batson is Kon-El | Conner Kent's Parent" tag. ❤️
let’s make a deal where we both say the things that we both really feel
“You’re a surprisingly anxious dude, for being a literal celebrity superhero who was custom-designed and genetically-optimized to be Superman 2.0,” Bernard observes.
how to revive your dead love life ( but not your dead boyfriend )
As far as a love life goes, Jazz Fenton’s is fully dead.
My grew-much-more-than-I-meant-it-to fic for the 2025 round of Ghouls & Gangs/@dpxdcbigbang ( and also a lil' teaser crop of the very pretty art @llorona--specter did for it, the full piece of which can be found here! ). Also received beta-ly assistance from H_C when this was, uh, a much, muuuuuch smaller fic. Meaning any and all mistakes are absolutely mine because brickspace happened to me and I therefore did NOT give them time to review a significant chunk of the fic. You can absolutely thank faer for the title and sparing y'all from more than a few particularly aggressive run-on sentences, though, haha.
Literally no one is surprised that Superboy is involved in this fic, I am sure, and I doubt many of you are surprised that Jazz is either. Frankly the only surprising thing about my choices here is that I have no idea if these two have a ship name or not ( if they do, I could NOT find it, and in fact I could only find one other fic with the pairing on AO3 at all, haha. uh-oh kids we’ve rarepaired too close to the sun again!! ). So we're going to be calling it Super Psych, because that's what the three of us came up with in Discord. 💚

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the brain is the most outstanding organ. it works 24/7/365, from birth until you fall in love.
Lex should possibly instruct the PR department to go back to at least skimming any “requests for comment” that the Daily Planet sends over before unilaterally trashing them. Possibly.
and I'm sure I've seen much hotter men ( but I really can't remember when )
Is Tim learning something about himself right now? Is that what’s happening here?
well-adjusted, trusted ( trust me )
“I can’t,” Jason says stiffly, short and sharp. It’s a flaw. It’s a failure. In Jason’s eyes, anyway. Dick has a slightly different perspective, and intends to stick with it.