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Advocates for Chaos

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“You might be wondering why I’ve gathered you all here,” Wilford Warfstache places both hands palms-down on the table before him and grins at the several other figments seated before him.

Anti glitches in his seat. “I was promised pizza!”

“And you brought me here at gunpoint,” Peevils says, crossing her arms over her chest. “Not that I mind.” She shrugs and winks at Wilford, who shudders.

Natemare kicks his feet up on the table and leans back in his seat. “And I didn’t think you even liked me.” He grins at Wilford and cocks his head to the side. “Frankly, I’m flattered.”

Bim fixes his glasses and glances around at the other Egos at the table, somewhat skittish. “And I um… well, I’m not really sure why I’m here. I mean, I am Bim Trimmer, but you guys are… are…”

Wilford raises an eyebrow at him. “Are what?”

Bim presses his lips together into a thin line. “Never mind, I retract my previous statement in the interest of not dying.” He looks down at his folded hands on the table, and Wilford nods.

MadPat tinkers with an alarm clock attached to a bundle of TNT and doesn’t even look up as he says, “I’d like to point out that I’m on a time limit here and would not like to be held up much further.” His eyes cut upwards to Wilford, “So please tell us why we’re here already.”

Wilford wiggles his mustache. “Esteemed guests, friends, enemies, I’ve brought you here today… in the name of chaos.”

Anti’s pointed ears prick up, and the glitch leans in. “’m listening.”

Peevils rolls her eyes. “Oh, please.”

Wilford makes a face at her and goes back to his prepared speech. “For too long, those of us with a knack for the unnatural have been suppressed, or worse, left to our own devices. In such situations we tend to be a bit,” Wilford brushes his hair back with a smile, “lethal.”

Bim clears his throat. “Um, I really don’t think that I…”

“CAN IT, TRIMMER! AND LET ME FINISH!” Wilford straightens his bowtie as Bim clams up again and breathes a slow sigh to calm himself down. “Now, it has come to my attention that ‘murdering’ is considered ‘illegal’ and therefore, ‘shouldn’t be a recreational activity.’ So, I’ve decided to put my skills to a more appropriate use, and that’s why I’ve gathered you all here today.”

MadPat sets his bomb aside with a sigh and leans back in his chair. “You brought us all together because we tend to cause trouble. Fine, I get that. But what exactly is the purpose here? Are we going to go out and solve crimes? Prank people? I need something a little more concrete than ‘recreational chaos that doesn’t involve murder’ before I commit.”

Wilford squints at him and mutters something under his breath. “I had hoped that maybe some of you would be a little forthcoming with ideas considering that I did the work in getting you all here together despite the egregious differences in schedules, Mister I-just-cancelled-my-sixth-game.”

Mad jumps up and grabs his bomb. “Well, I think that’s enough for me. I’ll be leaving before this explodes.”

Natemare groans. “See, this is why you can never have any fun. You suck the fun right out of everything. I like Wilford’s idea!”

Wilford places a hand over his heart and looks genuinely flattered, but Peevils laughs and gets up from the table. “I’m with the nerd. You’ll need to give me a much better reason than ‘chaos’ to commit my precious time.” She bats her eyes up at MadPat who seems mildly offended that she called him a nerd, but it’s not like he can deny it.

Anti pouts and glitches around into different chairs before settling back into his own seat. “This sucks! I wanted to destroy stuff!”

Bim gets up and inches towards the door, sees the way that Mad and Peevils are looking at him, and inches back. “And I’m extremely uncomfortable at the moment, so I’d really like to leave now.”

Wilford fluffs his hair, making it go wild, and sighs in exasperation. “Well, fine. Never mind that I put hours of work into this!”

Peevils screeches all of sudden, and Mare laughs as his purple mist slithers away from her. “YOU!” She screams. “What did you do?”

Mad shakes his bomb as he explains. “His mist creates hallucinations of one’s deepest fears.” He tilts his head to the side, trying to see into her eyes. “What did you see?”

Peevils throws her hands out towards Natemare, and the figment disappears and reappears inside the reflective glass of the table, smashing his fists against the surface. She wiggles her fingers at him. “Maybe you’ll think twice next time before scaring a girl, huh?”

Mare snarls at her before throwing his weight against the glass just as Bim tries to bend it to let him out. The result is a splintering explosion of glass and light, and when the dust settles, everyone is looking around, trying to figure out what just happened. Mad holds up his hands. “It wasn’t me!”

Wilford peeps out from behind the potted plant he ducked behind and looks around at them. “Maybe this was a mistake…”

Just as he says this, Dark bursts into the room, and Wilford expects him to start yelling about how he can’t trust Wilford to do anything without blowing something up blah, blah, blah. But instead, the black and white Ego rushes over to Wilford, eyes alight with fear and concern. “Are you ok? I heard a blast, and I thought somebody must’ve gotten hurt…”

Wilford’s jaw drops open. “Oh goodness giggly gooses, what on Earth did we just do?”

No Need To Knock

Because I’ve written a bit of Virgil looking after Roman, now it’s Roman’s turn! <3 Also on a03 here.


Roman is incredibly nervous. It’s a feeling he’s been getting too familiar with- and of course there was that dreadful spike in Anx-Virgil’s room, and ever since then it’s crept up more insistently than on average. 

“Uh, Roman?” Virgil’s voice is loud, with a slight echo, and Roman cringes at how he automatically flinches away. “I can hear you pacing a mile off, just come in, no need to knock or anything.”

Roman clears his throat and shifts on the balls of his feet, keeping himself in limbo, just outside of Anxiety’s room space. “I-uh- no offense, Hot Topic, but I’d rather stay put.”

He can practically hear Virgil’s answering eye roll. “Of course, I know the doom and gloom is a bit much.”

“No! Well- yes, sometimes, but I meant-” He scrubs underneath his eyes in paranoia, but there’s no eyeshadow. He gathers a bit of courage. “I’m feeling rather… unsure and I think going in your room would… heighten it. That is- I don’t want to put you to any trouble.”

Suddenly, Anxiety is in front of him, a crease between his eyes. “You’re feeling ‘unsure’,” he echoes, complete with hesitant air-quotes.

Roman fights with his instinct to act affronted and storm away. Instead, he says, “I’m just a bit worried. About- about you, I mean.”

He didn’t realise how easy it was to make Virgil look absolutely flabbergasted. His mouth gapes open. “Um, well, that’s…” He scratches the back of his neck. “New?”

Emboldened by the lack of sarcasm, Roman continues: “Look, it’s just- you’ve been in your room. A lot. And, yes, I get it, familiar bubble yada yada, but it’s- I’ve noticed it’s been a bit. Much.”

Virgil is biting his lip. “You noticed all that, huh?”

It still floors Roman how shocked Virgil can sound. “Look, Patton and Logan noticed too but they- they didn’t want to push you. And- and neither do I but-” He sighs. “I don’t like the thought of you cooped up in there when you don’t want to be.”

Virgil blinks. He makes a quiet humming noise, very similar to when he revealed his name, and Roman doesn’t really know how to react. He sounds anxious, there’s no other word for it, and the last thing Roman wants is to make things worse.

“Listen, I was only wondering if you’d rather visit my room for a bit?”

He almost laughs at how Virgil’s mouth immediately drops open again. He scoffs, but Roman is beginning to recognise when it’s just a front. “Is that a request or a demand, Sir Sing-a-Lot?”

“An invitation.”

Virgil rubs his temples in thought. “Not that I’m saying no but… aren’t you concerned about what might happen?”

Roman tilts his head. “What do you mean?”

“Well, what if I ruin it? I don’t know what’ll happen, what if I start….um, turning the walls black or melting your Disney posters or-um-”

Roman shrugs. “You didn’t worry about us messing up your room, why should I?”

Virgil pauses. “True, but… but what if-”

Roman cuts him off with an extravagant hand-wave. “Trust me, if my room starts looking like a Dementor’s hit it, I’ll send you packing.” Then, at Virgil’s panicked look, he adds: “I was joking, Virgil. It’ll be fine. Besides, if you could conjure up more Nightmare Before Christmas posters, that’d be flippin’ sweet man.”

Virgil half groans, half laughs. “Nice try.” He swallows. “Alright, then. Okay.”

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Apology Not Accepted (Dick Grayson x Reader)

Request: “161, 162, and 183 from the nsfw prompts with Dick pls” from @mjwavson and “dick for 183 from 200 please and thank you. Love you!!!!!” from anon.

Prompts: 161) “Bite me.” 162:) “ Make me. ” 183) “Car sex looks so much more easier in the movies.”

WARNINGS: CAR SEX

A/N: Combining two requests for this one since both of you chose 183 for Dick if that’s okay. 😅

Tags: @wynterrobin @wannabe-weasley @avengerdragoness @kazuha159 @romannovas @mjwavson @insideoflit @jxsontxdds @annoyingtacoart

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“I don’t understand why he has to drive me tonight, I can drive myself.”

Jason sighed through the phone, “(Y/N), you’re a terrible driver. Which explains why your license got suspended.” You rolled your eyes as you applied your lipstick. Tonight is Damian’s birthday party and he doesn’t know about the surprise. “Why couldn’t you drive me instead?” You asked.

“Because after you broke up all you two do now is go at each other’s throats, you should talk to him for real this time. You felt your cell phone vibrate and looked at the screen. You growled, Dick texted you saying he’s outside. You placed the phone back on your ear, “I gotta go,” You groaned, “He’s here.”

You both said your goodbyes and hung up. Deep down, you knew Jason was right. But there’s no point in talking to him, he has a new girl now. The same girl you caught him kissing on your bed.

And that same girl was your best friend.

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Dick ran his fingers through his hair and looked at himself in the rearview mirror, fixing his tie and checking if there’s anything stuck in his teeth. Dick couldn’t believe Jason made him pick you up, he knew how much you despise him for what he didn’t do.

If only you’d just talked to him, then he could finally explain what happened. After checking himself out, he looked out the passenger window. His eyebrows shot up when he saw you walk down the steps of your apartment building. You looked like a goddess as the wind blew your long blue dress in the perfect angle, showing your beautiful legs.

Dick chuckled, “She just had to wear blue, huh?” He muttered.

He grinned when you opened the car. You quickly slid inside without a word, folding your arms as you looked straight ahead. Dick’s face fell into a frown, he felt a pang in his chest when you didn’t see him smile. He gulped, “Um…hi.”

“Just start the car.” You deadpanned, eyes looking straight out the window.

Dick sighed, “Okay then.” You two sat in uncomfortable silence as he drove by the woods. You wanted so badly to arrive at the manor and get the heck out of his car. You looked through the corner of your eye’s and bit your lip, he looks so good in a tux.

You looked back out the window when he finally spoke, “You’re wearing blue I see.”

“Not for you, that’s for sure.” You said icily, finally turning your head to look at him. That was a complete lie. You did wear blue for him, just to see if it got his attention. Ever since you broke it off with him you had a weird obsession with the color blue.

Dick glanced at you, giving you an are you serious look, “I didn’t say that I just wanted to say you look….beautiful tonight.”

“Ha! Beautiful my ass! You didn’t think so when you kissed my best friend!” You snapped.

You gasped when he swiveled the car into the woods, “What the hell, Dick!” You cried out, back hitting your car seat. You hand automatically gripped his shoulder. Dick drove full speed into the woods just barely crashing into the trees

You quickly snatched you hand off his shoulder when he stopped the car. He put it in park and turned his entire body to face you. “Do you really believe I would do that to you?” He growled, “Why can’t you be smart for once and understand that it’s not what you think!?”

You laughed sarcastically, ignoring your already fast beating heart, “So you think I’m stupid now!?” You took off your seatbelt so you can lean over to him and jab his chest with your finger, “I’m not the one who cheated!” You hissed.

He grabbed your wrist, “I didn’t say you were stupid!” He snarled, “And I didn’t cheat!”

“Oh, bite me!

Make me!” He challenged.

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“But like… Can I speak frankly? I-I-I… You’re my family, Taako. Can-Can I speak frankly?”

“Please.”

“I can’t believe that’s what you’re worried about right now.”

“Listen, I’m-I’m just trying to get by, man. Thanks for the shade, I guess. This is pretty great. Thanks.”

“I don’t mean, I don’t mean to-”

“Uh huh”

“-I’m struggling with it too and I don’t how… I don’t know how you shut yourself off from that.”

“We- I mean, I-I’m sorry but I’ve been living a hundred years with me and one year with… millions of people, i-it .. interchangeable. I-I-I guess I just got to a point where… I was the one that I could focus on because everybody else that I ever met, aside from the six of you, were dust. They were just talking dust. Okay? So I started worrying a lot more about me because what was the fuckin’ point.”

My favorite headcannon is that Jack has an amazing singing voice and he doesnt even know it.

One day when they’re driving in the car, Bitty has his Sappiest Love Songs Ever playlist going, and Jack’s hitting every note in If I Ain’t Got You. By now Bitty knows Jack can sing, so he posts a video of Jack just going at it on his twitter. The offical Falcs account retweets it. Lin-Manuel Miranda retweets it. Bad Bob retweets it with a “He definitely got that one from his mother”. #WhatThePuckZimmermann is trending #1. The world absolutely loves that this big, quiet, awkward hockey bro also belts it out to sappy love songs on long drives, and Bitty is so proud they finally get to see a part of the real Jack.

I want Hugo to fight me,,,,,,, gently,,,,, with cuddles,,,,,,