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jwritesandrambles · 3 years ago

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“Supposed to Be”

Hi there! Yeah I still barely use tumblr but hey lookit I did the wrote thing down!!!!

I would like to give a bit thank you to @schweeeppess and @dragonsworn05 for editing my messy dyslexic rambles. @noroomforcream and @just-a-little-in-over-my-head did some really cool art for this!

(if I missed tagging someone, it’s not personal I appreciate you so much, I’m just posting in a rush mwauh)

Jason was back in Gotham. For the second time since he died, actually.

The last time hadn’t gone well. Technically, it had gone according to plan--for the most part--but Jason was still shambling together the broken pieces of his mind. Back then in December, all that was left of Jason were the shards of hurt and anger. He had been living for nothing but the idea of someone else’s death. Coming back to the real world, away from the sheltered and hidden places of the League of Shadows and the All-Caste, seemed to bring a bit of him back. Seeing Bruce, talking to him…everything that went down, and the reminder that he cared about him--loved him, even--it woke something up in Jason. Something that he thought had died along with him and never came back.

He had spent a year by himself, taking any mercenary jobs he could get, trying to find something other than the all consuming anger that had fuelled him for the past few years, but his travels didn’t matter now, as he stood in a back alley of Gotham, the protective red helmet tucked under his arm. He wished his replacement, Tim Drake, hadn’t chosen this particular alley to meet up in.

The balcony and rickety old fire escape were unforgettable to Jason. It was where he had met the Bat, after trying to jack the tires off one of those many damn expensive cars that Bruce had. Not only where it began, but where he once thought it would end. It was only a year ago he had stood, gun trained on Bruce, the man he had, for a time, called father. His voice shook and tears rolled down his cheeks, “it would be so easy to kill you.”

Jason was ripped from his reminiscing as a soft thud signaled that Red Robin had landed behind him. Jason flinched more than he’d like to admit, but fought the urge to draw his weapon. Quick reflexes was a nice way of saying jumpy.

“Hood,” The teen greeted.

“Replacement,” Jason said with a nod, echoing Tim’s tone back at him, relaxing.

“Weren’t you a replacement too?” Tim pointed out, seeming to take no offence.

Jason shrugged, “True. I’m not denying it. Just as long as you know that’s probably what B expects. Another Grayson,” he mumbled.

Sure, he was less angry than before, but that didn’t mean Jason wasn’t a bitter son of a bitch.

Tim bit the inside of his lip, an awkward and slightly uncomfortable look on the visible part of his face. It flickered away and was replaced with a more professional, neutral expression as he cleared his throat.

“Yes... well... We’re here for a job so let’s focus. You got all the information B sent you?” He was honestly trying his best, but he was hesitant about this mission. Could anyone blame him? Jason Todd had proven himself to be... volatile. The memories of Jason’s violence were all too fresh in Tim’s mind.

“Yeah, I got it. I read the file over,” he mumbled. He puffed out a weak breath, “Scarecrow set up a chemical mixing shop by the docks, at least one shipment has come in, but we can expect more, right? Anything I missed?” Jason asked, rummaging through his coat pockets.

He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He had been trying to quit, but he didn’t want to be getting distracted with cravings while trying to focus on the mission.

Tim watched him quietly as he lit off, smelling the tobacco from up on his perch.

“Um... yes, that’s all,” the teen dragged his teeth along the edge of his lip. The skin felt slightly raw and sore from his empty minded nibbling.

Jason started walking off down the alley, leaving a slight trail of lingering smoke in damp air. Tim followed.

“So,” Jason pulled the cigarette from his lips, careful not to let his helmet slip from under his arm. He held it between his first and second fingers, “Uh.. Why’d you have us meet here instead of anywhere closer to the docks?” He asked, trying to break the awkwardly growing silence.

“Scarecrow has patrols circulating around the docks. We’re less likely to be spotted if we’re not waiting around there to meet up,” Tim explains with a little shrug.

Jason hummed a brief note of understanding, “Oh yeah, that makes sense. I’m, uh, I haven’t worked with anyone in... years,” Jason paused, taking another drag from the smouldering cigarette, “Y’know, really nothing team oriented since working with B. Even then I was a shitty teammate,” he laughed hollowly.

Tim nodded, thinking about what Jason’d just said. Had it really been that long? Maybe… maybe the fact that Jason was even admitting to being a bad teammate didn’t bode well. It could mean trouble for them later. If it was so obvious that even Jason could admit it, perhaps Tim shouldn’t have done this team-up.

Shaking himself out of his thoughts, Tim ran to catch up to Jason quickly, “Wait... how old are you?” He asked upon reaching him.

“I’m t- uh... hold on, well... how long was I gone?” He asked Tim in return.

“You were thought to be dead for five years,” Tim told him, in a tone like he was reciting a Wikipedia page written about the formally deceased, wayward Wayne boy. Now that Jason thought of it, he was certain Bruce had a file written up on him now. Bruce had written up for every major criminal in Gotham city.

Jason let out a low whistle and soft huff, “I must be… twenty one now? Weird.”

“So... you didn't know how old you were till now?” Tim raised a brow, causing the mask to shift.

“Yeaahh,” Jason drew the word out sarcastically, pretending to took him deep thought to reconcile. “Somethin’ about the severe head trauma, dying, comin’ back, and being isolated from the normal world for years, all while being a wreck the whole time seems to have made my memory a lil’ fuzzy,” Jason said with a wry, sarcastic smile.

Tim seethed silently, letting out a series of apologetic mumbles, eyes dropping to ground ahead of him- it was a tactless and rude thing to ask, and Tim should’ve known that!

Jason laughed weakly, hand quickly coming up towards him and... ruffled Tim’s hair? The boy hadn’t even had a chance to recoil. He was just confused; that was the last thing he’d expect from Jason.

The man stubbed out his cigarette and lumbered on ahead of Tim, dropping it in the trash, “Don’t worry about it, kid. I was just being a bitch, you’re fine.”

Tim opened and closed his mouth, eyes wide like a deer in headlights. A man who tried to kill him only a year ago had just ruffled his hair?! He decided not to comment on it, because-- after all--what the hell could he even say?

Tim cleared his throat again, “We should get into position, we’re almost there. Maybe get your, uh, helmet-thingy on?” He suggested.

Jason glanced at the helmet- he’d almost forgotten he had it tucked under his arm.

“Yeah, of course,” Jason said, lifting his helmet and plunking it on his head, “good reminder, Timbers.” His voice became modulated the second the helmet covered his head. His low, gravely, smokers growl of a voice, was nowhere near and deep and gravely as Bruce’s--but sounded like it took a step closer with every box of cigarettes--became a pitch lower still. An odd robotic twang edged his words, giving him a metallic, cyber sound.

Tim adjusted his own mask, making sure it was firmly in place before nodding to Jason. The two silently started up again, approaching a warehouse that was supposed to be locked until the next morning’s shipment. “Supposed to be” being the operative words. Instead, there was muted huffing and shuffling as two of Scarecrow’s workers uncomfortably hauled a large crate into the building.

Both Jason and Tim seemed to shrink into the shadows at the same instant; each becoming one with the wall. Jason drew his weapon quietly, earning a disapproving frown from Tim. “I’m not gonna kill them. Chill,” Jason whispered in that odd robotic voice.

Tim seemed satisfied enough to quit pouting at Jason. They crept closer, making little dashes between hiding spots when the coast was clear.

Jason let out a breath of curse as his eyes fell about the giant, glass, canister. It was filled with a bubbling, sickly, arsenic green substance.

“No way, that shit is all fear toxin? Fuck! He’s got enough to blast the entire downtown!” His voice came through in a synthesized hiss.

“Worse.” Tim whispered, spying the large pressurizer on top of the glass container. “That’s just the liquid form. When he releases it, it’ll be gaseous. If it’s released from the container from a high vantage point, a small breeze could cover the entire city in minutes.”

The severity of the situation washed over what little of Tim’s features were visible from beneath the mask.

This wasn’t just a quick little in and out operation anymore. One wrong move and there could have a small, yet very messy, catastrophic outcome.

Tim had to plan this carefully, because there was no way they could afford to mess this up.

He turned to Jason...or, rather, where Jason had just been seconds before.

Jason had evidently had a similar train of thought to Tim’s. He’d realized this was a serious situation, though, instead of drawing the conclusion to re-evaluate, re-plan, and carry on with caution, or something sensible-- he seemingly forgot any sense of subtlety he had. Oh, God forbid carefully thinking his actions out, like any sane rational person would do. Or calling for backup, like anyone with a vague semblance of self-preservation. No no, instead, Jason had decided it was best to act now and not waste a second with plans or any ideas of safety. He jumped into action.

Jason was already leaping over the crate the two vigilantes had been hiding behind seconds ago, as Tim let out a quiet imploring hiss of “Wait--oh no-”“ but it was too late.

Jason already had his gun drawn.

“Scarecrow!” he yelled, “this ends now!” He fired at the box the two workers were carrying, sending it out of their hands and clattering to the floor. A series of shattering followed the initial crash as the contents shattered. Whatever chemicals that had been inside hissed loudly, a faint smoke rising from between the boards of the wooden box.

“Hood!?” The Scarecrow rounded to face who he knew as the ex-criminal, ‘The Red Hood.’

“In the flesh.” Jason kept his gun trained on Scarecrow, while a third worker who had been off to the side started to shuffle his way towards him.

“Thought you moved your little operation away from Gotham when the Bats got the better of you,” Scarecrow commented, not seeming pleased about the interruption at all.

Scarecrow’s worker lunged at Jason. Tim kicked himself mentally and left hiding, kicking the worker --physically, not mentally this time-- back away from Jason. The third worker scuttled back, apparently deciding this altercation was above his pay grade.

Jason felt something he hadn’t really felt in a long time; it was a feeling akin to camaraderie. He had someone watching his back for once. If the circumstances hadn’t been so dire, he might have even cracked a smile. Or, rather, he might have felt a slight tug at the corner of his lips, at least.

“Well, yeah, the bats did get the best of me. Now I’m tryna give them my best. And that involves bootin’ your sorry ass out of here.”

“Quick witted, aren’t you?” Scarecrow tensed slightly. His eyes darted away from behind his mask for a moment. He was glancing to the side. Tim followed his gaze over to the-

Shit! The canister! If the bullet missed Scarecrow it would-

Tim knew what scarecrow was thinking, but it was too late.

“NO!” Tim shouted, helplessly watching as Scarecrow dove.

As expected, Jason pulled the trigger reflexively, but the Scarecrow had already ducked. The bullet made a resounding bang as it fired, hitting the large gas canister.

Tim seized up, every nerve buzzing, every muscle tensed, every fibre of his being filled with an awful sinking sensation. The room was deadly-still. It was like something written by the hand of a fool-hardy novelist, who was paid far too much for over-the-top paperbacks; The bullet had embedded itself in the glass, acting like a stopper. A sickening series of cracks emanated from the canisters, as a thin spidery web formed across the glass. All tendrils originating from where the bullet hit.

Jason let out a low whistle, “Well. That coulda been disastrous.”

Tim couldn’t help but feel relieved, a stressed laugh escaping his lips.

Scarecrow was scampering away, his workers already having pulled a quick disappearing act themselves, because, this wasn’t what he’d planned.

“Don’t even think about it, Crane,” Jason said as he turned, taking a heavy step.

Said heavy step was apparently too much. The glass gave a shuttering groan, followed by a small hiss as gas began to leak.

Tim made an involuntary distressed sound. Something akin to an exhausted sigh mixed with a whimper.

The one word that ever so eloquently graced Jason’s lips was, “Fuck.”

And the canister...

Burst.

The pressure placed on the glass had built up and could no longer hold.

Jason’s final step had been the breaking point, the spider work of cracks along the glass giving way with a great shatter.

Shards of the canister flung themselves across the room. The liquid that had been held within instantly began vaporizing into a thick, sickening gas. To anyone that had the misfortune of inhaling it, it felt as though the gas was trying --with every atom of its existence-- to choke the life out of its victim. It reached into their lungs, clawed at their insides, grabbing at their desperately beating hearts, and squeezed. It forced their brain to fill their body with adrenaline and hallucinogens. Tim knew this.

He’d studied the Scarecrow’s fear toxin many times. He’d been exposed to it before, too. Tim knew this fear and knew he was helpless to do anything about it.

Tim was helpless to stop this. He had failed. He’d failed Bruce. He’d failed this mission. Because he was weak. He was weak, helpless, hopeless, a failure, a burden, unwanted. He was nothing more than a replaceable replacement. No one would care if he was gone, God, it’s not like anyone would ever notice! He was a forgettable nothing. Tim coughed and wheezed. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t breathe!

Tim staggered. He tripped over his feet trying to get away from the intense fear that gripped his throat. Tim realized something physical was gripping his neck. The thing dragged him back roughly, towards what he could only assume was something horrid. Tim clawed at the thing gripping his throat. As he gasped for shuddering breath, he couldn’t help but begin to sob. He was going to die. He would die and no one would care. No one would even try to find him when he didn’t come home, they wouldn’t even notice because he was worthless, replaceable, weak, failure, helpless!

A new level of fear washed over Tim as he felt something cover his face, it encased his head. Tim could feel it squeeze his skull, he swore the pressure felt tight enough to crush his cranium like a tin can. It was claustrophobic. He felt his own shallow breath bounce back against his lips, because it had nowhere else to go. He was trapped and suffocating.

He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t BREATHE! OH--oh, oh no... no? Wait a moment... he COULD breathe.

Tim took a moment to try to get his bearings. He needed to remember how his lungs worked. He awkwardly sucked in a breath of filtered, recycled air. It tasted tinny on his tongue. Tim blinked the tears from his eyes. They rolled down his cheeks, and he became aware of the taste of salt too. There was the faint scent of stale tobacco and smoke. His mind was reeling as he processed each detail. He dragged tongue over his lips nervously, and began to chew at his bottom lip. Tim’s heart was still pounding and his hands were shaking. He raised his hands to feel his head, glancing at his twitching fingers as they passed in front of his face, confusedly. Everything had a red tinge to it. He pressed his hands to his head, feeling a hard smooth surface.

Tim’s brain felt slow and groggy, taking a moment to clue into what was on his head. Was it Jason’s helmet? Yes, yes it was Jason’s helmet, that was certain, but where was Jason?

The thick gas still hung in a green fog, but the helmet seemed to be filtering the worst of it out. Tim swept his arm though the air, watching the gas clear slightly, before swooping in to fill the gaps. Tim knew he needed to thin this stuff out if he wanted to have any hope in finding Jason before tripping over him. He rushed through the room, feeling his way over to the door. Scarecrow’s men had closed it, containing them --and more importantly the gas-- inside. Small mercy the fear toxin wasn’t being released on the city though.

Tim dragged his fingers along the wall. His senses were so heightened that it was almost overstimulating. It was likely due to the toxin, Tim guessed. He could still feel the rough brick as he scraped along, even through the tips of his gloves. It was oddly reassuring. A steady constant he could focus on until -thunk- His hand bumped into a smooth metallic protrusion from the wall. Exactly what Tim had been looking for.

“Bingo.”

Tim swept his other arm through the air again, doing his best to fan the gass away for him to get a bit of a better view of what he was hoping to see. A metal switch box, old and slightly rusted around the edges. Tim had been counting on any wearhouse by the docks having a ventilation system to keep the products safe from humidity. Of course, he was right. With some difficulty, Tim wrenched the switch box open. After straining to read faded, dusty labels through the gas in the air, he flipped what he hoped was the right switch.

There was a small whine of aching metal that hadn’t moved in a long time and Tim cracked into a grin underneath the helmet.

He’d done it!

The fans kicked into a regular pace. The smooth ‘whoomp whoomp whoomp’ of turning blades filled Tim with a sense of muted triumph. The foggy haze of fear gas began to thin as the building began to filter it out, mixing it with the humid air. Tim figured it would be condensed and drip out to puddle with the dirty water in the alley behind the warehouse. If Tim was right, which he usually was, it wouldn’t harm anyone unless they decided to drink from the puddle water. Which was unlikely, but not impossible. It was Gotham after all.

Tim looked around the room as the gas dissipated. His gaze found its way to a shaking heap on the floor next to the shattered remains of the canister he had been standing before. The proud grin faded from Tim’s lips.

That... that wasn’t a good sign at all.

“Hey, um, hood? Red hood, status?” He asked, the words felt strange as they left his mouth. Hearing his own modulated voice echo slightly in the room felt vaguely surreal.

The heap of muscle and leather known as Jason didn’t reply.

Seeing Jason’s twitching body on the floor emptied a hollow pit in Tim’s stomach. Jason had never seemed like he was even capable of fear. Capable of rage, capable of hurt, and capable of pain, sure, but fear seemed like something Tim would’ve assumed Jason was beyond. Something so... innate, that the unnatural nature of Jason’s second life would’ve swept it away.

Tim made his way over, hesitantly rolling the helmet forward off his head. The fear toxin seemed to be thin enough now that it wasn’t harming him.

“Ja-er, Jason?” Tim’s soft voice seemed thunderously loud in the quiet room. The only other sounds around were the fans quietly whirring away and, far more disturbingly in his opinion, the even quieter shaking breaths and distressed whimpering tumbling from Jason’s lips.

Jason was not in good shape. He was shaking violently, hands over his head. His whimpers were punctuated by violent spasms that racked his body every few seconds, accompanied with a louder more pronounced cry.

Tim felt the colour drain from his face. He quickly kneeled down, setting the helmet on the concrete floor next to them both with a slight clink. Tim grabbed Jason’s arm, trying to turn him on to his back. Jason heftily flailed the arm Tim pulled, unintentionally hitting Tim in the face. Tim yelped in surprise as a sharp pain sprung from his nose, warm liquid leaking down his face. The blood pouring down his face didn’t deter Tim much, the blood coursing through him seeming to do the opposite for pain as it did the rest of his senses. The pain was slightly numbed--or, rather, it had become easy to ignore. He fought to wrangle both of Jason’s arms, quickly scrambling to sit on Jason’s torso, struggling to pin Jason’s arms down with his legs.

Tim took off his mask. He knew it was against protocol, but an un-obscured face was easier to recognize when the toxin took hold, in Tim’s experience.

“Jason? Jason, look at me. Can you hear me?” he asked quickly, holding on to Jason’s shoulders. He desperately hoped Jason wouldn’t throw him off. Jason’s eyes were unfocused, spinning around wildly all over the room.

Tim tried to process Jason’s words, “No, not again, ple--I can’t I--it hurts! Fuck! It hurts,” Jason’s words became incomprehensible for a moment, then his fists clenched tightly. “I don’t want to die! Not again. Not again not again not again! He’s gotta come save me, take me home, he’s gotta! Shit, not again!“ he choked and broke off with a shout and another full body jerk.

Tim was jostled but didn’t fall off, by some miracle. “Jason!” he tried. “Listen to me!” Tim put his hands on either of Jason’s face. Jason flinched away from Tim’s touch with a sob of “It hurts, it hurts, I can hear all my bones snapping, I’m dying, it’s crushing me, I can’t--I can’t--”

“I know,” Tim cut him off gently, “I know it hurts and--and you’re scared, but you’re not alone, I’m right here. I’m going to help you,” Tim tried to catch Jason’s focus.

Jason’s roaming eyes stopped dodging around the room, and turned towards Tim. He kept looking from Tim’s shoulders, Tim’s chest, back up to his face and then to his eyes and back to his chest again. Perhaps not the ideal image of calming down but it was a first step.

“Good,” Tim praised softly in relief. He ran his thumbs over Jason’s cheeks gently. Now more so than ever did Tim take notice of the scars on either side of Jason’s face. On Jason’s left cheek, there was a jagged line that traced from his cheek bone down to his jaw. A similar yet smaller one was mirrored on Jason’s right. Tim could understand why Jason flinched from him. He shook the thought from his mind, “See? We’re okay. Just try to breathe, in and out. You can do that, right, Jason?”

“No! No! I c-can’t, I’m crushed, I can’t. My--my lungs, they’re all full of blood, and mud, and dirt, and fuckin’ I dunno what!” Another violent thrash went through Jason’s body, almost toppling Tim off this time. “I can’t breathe, it hurts! I want it to stop hurting! How do I make it stop!?”

“Uah--yeah, I know it hurts, but I promise nothing is crushing you. It’s just me, I’m light, and I’m here and I--I know it hurts I’m going to try to make it stop but I need to--” Jason thrashed, but Tim didn’t relinquish his hold on him, “--but I NEED you to stay still!”

Jason’s eyes finally locked on to Tim’s, “M-make it s-stop?” he echoed back to the smaller vigilante.

“Yeah, yeah I’m going to try to make it stop.” Tim slowly pulled his hands away from Jason, sitting back slightly, starting to fish through the many pockets and pouches attached to the strap around his waist.

He almost always had the antidote on hand. Bruce had trained him and prepared him meticulously, making certain that Tim would be ready with everything they had at all costs. The only issue was it was enough antidote for him; almost seventeen, about a head shorter and ninety pounds lighter--nowhere near enough antitoxin for the two hundred and forty pounds of murder that was the shaking mass of Jason Todd slumped before him.

Jason dropped his head back against the concrete floor, beginning to mutter once again.

“My fault. All my fault. I can’t--all dead.”

“No one is dead, Jason, everyone is okay,” Tim said, soon after feeling a small surge of triumph as he located his field fear toxin antidote kit. He opened it, quickly pulling out a small vial, and a syringe.

Jason’s eyes snapped to the syringe in Tim’s hand as he filled with antidote. Jason grew quiet for a second before starting to try to fight Tim off of him, “No, no no no no no no! Don’t go! don’t go! Not again, I can’t be alone, can’t be asleep he’s gonna kill us. Dad said he’ll get rid’f his mistakes!”

Tim knew Bruce wouldn’t have ever threatened Jason like that. He could only assume Jason meant his biological father.

“Said he would--don’t, don’t! It’s crushing me I can’t be alone!” Jason couldn’t keep hold of his own fears. They ran together, all mixed in to become some dread filled nightmare he couldn’t wake up from.

Tim was lucky Jason was so sloppy in this state. If he’d had a bit more of his wits about him, Tim figured Jason would’ve easily shaken him off already.

“You aren’t alone!” Tim reminded Jason, struggling to inject Jason without hurting him. “This is going to make it stop, I promise!” Well, that wasn’t fully true. But the dose would reduce it.

When Jason wouldn’t hold still enough for him to properly gauge where the vein he needed was, Tim unceremoniously jabbed at where he hoped it was instead.

Jason shouted, thrashing around like a heavy shark in a net being lifted out of water.

Tim pulled the empty syringe away quickly, letting Jason throw him off. He stumbled and crashed back down, landing on the concrete floor a few feet away. Tim only now realized how heavy his breath was as he watched Jason writhe freely on the floor before him. As Tim caught his breath, Jason’s movements gradually began to slow. The mutterings of fear faded into soft whimpers, then into deep breaths like Tim’s. Tim bit at his lip again. “Jason?” he asked, leaning forward slightly.

Jason groaned in response. He took a moment to collect himself as he grew conscious of reality again. Really, reality was a shit hole too, but it was a better shit hole. He shifted slightly, cussing under his breath.

Tim felt an invisible weight lift from his shoulders; swearing like a sailor was promising in Jason’s case.

He quickly scooted across the floor to him.

“Hey,” Tim said in a hushed voice. “Jason? How you feeling?”

Jason--with what felt like the struggle of Sisyphus rolling his boulder for the millionth time--rolled over to face him. The white shock of hair stuck to Jason’s forehead with panic induced sweat. He puffed out a lungful of air in a feeble attempt to blow the hair from his face. Jason swiftly gave up on that and swallowed heavily.

“I-I... yeah, yeah, I uh... I--okay. I’m feeling okay,” Jason rambled, looking dazed. He took up scanning the room again, hyper-vigilant to any danger.

Tim nodded slowly. He grabbed a water bottle that was shoved in one of his many pouches. He helped Jason sit up, just enough so he could sip at the water, and forced the bottle into Jason’s hands.

“Drink,” Tim ordered, quietly.

Jason’s hands still shook lightly, causing him to fumble with the cap in his hands.

Now that the danger had passed, Tim finally had time to process what had happened; he often found himself acting and only having time to absorb the details afterwards. Details like that Jason had traded his safety and immunity for Tim’s.

Why did Jason do that?

“Not... that I’m ungrateful,” Tim began hesitantly, “but that was a stupid thing to do, just… now- today,” he stumbled out awkwardly.

“I know,” gasped Jason after a long chug of water, a weak smile on his lips.

“I mean--it’s like in those before flight messages on planes. Put your mask on before the baby’s or whatever,” Tim joked slightly. Tim’s nose wrinkled slightly, cringing just the tiniest bit as he realized he implied he was the baby in this situation, “Well, you know what I’m getting at…”

Jason seemed to only take even more amusement out of the teen’s regret. Tim never thought he’d see the day where he felt tension draining at the sigh of Jason Todd, a man that tried to kill him and about eighty other people, smiling.

Jason laughed weakly, though it came out a little haltingly, as the shivering shakes hadn’t yet subsided. “Yeah, well, I d-did have my mask on. I just... gave it to the k-kid before the plane went down,” he mused. He didn’t really believe in his own point, and shook his head.

“No, no you’re right. It was stupid and I know that.”

They fell into a slightly awkward silence for a second, the burning question still gnawing at Tim’s mind.

“Why?” Tim said, abruptly. “Er, why did you do that? If you knew it was stupid?”

Jason didn’t answer for a long moment. Instead stalling by taking another swig of water. He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand before answering.

“I don’t know,” Jason admitted, with a little smile.

Jason was breathing heavily, but seemed more focused, “I didn’t... really think. Maybe I was just makin’ up for other stuff I f-fucked up or... dunno. I guess I j-just... I knew if one of us was gonna be safe, it had to be y-ou.”

Jason swore he could practically see the little loading sign twirl in Tim’s nerd-brain as the teen processed what he’d said. The mental loading bar filled, and Jason’s words seemed to click. Tim’s eyes dropped away, and he smiled a little shyly. Not an awkward or uncomfortable smile. Just complimented.

“Thanks,” Tim’s voice was just above a whisper, “ that was... really nice of you.”

“It’s okay, don’t men-ention it. Like literally ever. It’ll ruin my rep,” Jason cracked a teasing smirk once again and Tim got to his feet laughing lightly.

“Annnnddd he’s back to normal,” Tim chuckled and offered Jason a hand. Tim yanked him, not without obvious difficulty, up to stand tall. Jason leaned on him for a moment before straightening, keeping a hand on Tim’s shoulder to steady himself. Tim quickly bent down and scooped up their masks from the floor where he’d set them down.

“Let’s get you home,” Tim hummed, putting Jason’s arm around his shoulders again when he stood.

“Hey, I’m fin-ne, you don’t have to take me back,” Jason argued, but Tim was already starting to lead him away.

“Too bad, I decided I am.”

“Rep-placement Robin number whatever you are--I am fine!”

“Sure you are, that’s why you can’t stand up right by yourself?”

“Shut up!”

“I speak only truth.”

The two bickered all the way back through away from the docks. All the way back through the city. All the way until they reached Jason’s apartment complex. Then they bickered some more. Though neither knew it yet, what had begun forming was the beginning of a close bond. One that nothing would be able to break.

#batman #robin #jason todd #redhood #red hood #Tim Drake #red robin #batfam big bang 2021 #Just for Fun #idk how tumblr works

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writinggremlin · 6 months ago

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YEAHHHHH NEW TRB DROP LETS GOOOOO!!!!

After hitting the tag limit last time, I think I'm just gonna put my reactions here instead lmfao. I can make this as long as I want, you don't have to ss anything if you wanna reblog and respond to it, and best of all I CAN USE QUOTES AND COMMAS!!!!! WOOOOOO!!!!!! Probably should've been doing this sooner lol

Anygay-- let's go.

"It was a scene of perfect tranquility. The perfect scene for Fitz to disrupt." Omfg Fitz you are such a cat. "[...] flopping down sideways on the couch and draping himself halfway across Alexander's lap" FITZ YOU ARE SUCH A CAT OMG! NO WONDER I LOVE HIM SO MUCH-- Actually I have a song that's oddly Fitz themed I think? At least slightly? It's Stray Cat Strut by Stray Cats (That was one of my favorite songs when I was a little kid lmao).

Oooo we're involving the Fae now? Didn't you mention before that Fitz had some involvement with that in his lineage, which is part of why his blood is ranked so highly? Is he about to discover this for himself? I'm intrigued!

"Normally he would find this kind of lecture to be boring, but his master's voice was so captivating that he could happily listen to anything." Lmfao Fitz you are so fucked on the enthrallment whether you want/realize that or not.

Wait-- different magics have different smells? Huh. I guess that makes sense, you wouldn't expect them to taste the same, and different foods have different smells, so I see where that tracks. I just didn't expect that lol.

Fitz would be down to fuck a fairy. Got it.

FITZ GOD DAMNIT STOP IT WITH THE ODDLY INTIMATE TENSION I CANT TAKE IT JUST KISS ALREADY AAAAAAAAAAAA (He's down to fuck a vampire too. Got it.)

AWHHHHH SAD WET CAT LEX NOOOOO D:

Fitz is just, "Wait wut-- You weren't supposed to say that-- That wasn't in the script-- I'm supposed to be the wet cat here!"

Oooo the fancy schmancy ✨European✨ soaps~

Fitz, buddy, I think you're (at least partially) wrapping yourself around his finger, but go off ig.

I WAS LITERALLY MENTALLY JUST THINKING LIKE "Oh yeah Lex's "good looks". Y'know, like that totally sexy unruly hair, that extremely hot untucked shirt, the general lack of care or effort put into his appearance outside of the bare minimum basics. Those good looks. So irresistibly handsome, I know." AND THEN HE STARTS UNIRONICALLY DOING THAT HIMSELF LMFAO (To be fair, I do aesthetically like messy hair, so I can see where he's coming from with that lmfao)

Fitz is bread confirmed-- HE'S A LOAF!!! LIKE A CAT-- CAT LOAF FITZ!!!!!!! I am tempted to draw this man as a cat now. I was in the Warriors fandom for a good while too, so I'm certainly no stranger to drawing cats. I could even get the calligraphy pen out to sign his name all fancy-like, complete with dramatic flourishes and all. ...This might actually happen.

Awww Fitz missing the attention nooooo D:-- Immediately followed by the premise of manipulative flirting lmfao. Of course.

OH SHIT NOOOO!!!! LEX NOOOOO!!!! THE POOR GUY CANT CATCH A BREAK!!! WHEN I SAID WET CAT I DIDNT MEAN "DRENCHED IN YOUR OWN BLOOD" WET!!!! Also lemme guess, Lex has been going out and entrancing hunters like we saw a couple characters ago, and tonight was a night where that plan backfired a little.

SHIT DON'T MAKE LEX WHIMPER PATHETICALLY LIKE THAT-- GOD DAMN!!! IT'S NOT BECAUSE I DON'T LIKE IT-- I LOVE IT-- BUT BECAUSE MY MOM IS GOING TO HEAR ME LOSING MY SHIT OVER THIS ISTG JDBDJSBSJSBSJSB

"Fitz wasted no time unbuttoning Alexander's shirt and tossing it aside, an action that was purely in his master's best interest for treating his injury and nothing more." Uh-huh. Yeah. Sure. Whatever you say Fitz.

Hi. I left for dinner and now I am back many hours later. Let's continue.

I lowkey love those moments where a character that's trying to be self reliant does that very long, hesitant pause thing before revealing the truth. Like they duck their head away and look at the ground and everything. Also called the fact that he got shot by a hunter lookit me go!

"And yet, the arrow didn't imbed itself into your flesh all by itself, sir." You don't know that. SENTIENT MISSILE ARROW BEAM ATTACK GO--

HA!!! I'M A WIZARD, HARRY!!!! CALLED IT!! LETS GOOOOO POGGIES BABAGABOOSH!!!!!

AWWWWWW!!!! LEX IS TOUCH STARVED-- SOMEBODY GIVE THIS WET CAT SOME HEAD PATS!!! STAT!!!!! ALSO FITZ-- WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT THE ODDLY SEXUAL TENSION??? GOD DAMNIT FUCKING-- KISS DAMN YOU!!!! (He's so down to fuck a vampire. Got it.)

FITZ IS TOUCH STARVED TOO???? SOMEBODY GET THIS CAT-MAN SOME HEAD PATS!!!! STAT!!!!! LEX! FITZ! PAT EACH OTHER ON THE HEAD!!! PROBLEM SOLVED!!! :D!!!

FITZ YOU ARE PLAYING A DANGEROUS GAME THERE DAMN--

WAIT THEY ACTUALLY-- WAIT I WASN'T-- I DIDNT MEAN IT-- WAIT-- W A I T-- I SHOULD'VE BEEN MORE CAREFUL ABOUT WHAT I WISHED FOR I GUESS-- I DIDNT FUCKING MEAN IT-- I WAS ONLY DOING THE FUCKING HAHA FUNNI-- PLEASE-- HELP-- HELP-- iM fiNE!!! iM sOoO fINe riGHt NOw!!!! (noises that can only be described as demons leaving and entering my body)

I will never get over this.

GEEZUS FUCKING CHRIST FITZ DAMN OK POWER BOTTOM MUCH????? HDBDJSBSKSBKS F U C K--

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Sorry. That was mandatory. (That also took me way too long to find tbh)

OH NOW THEY'RE PERSONAL. DAMN. OK. Well-- kinda hard not to be after-- well-- that.

Also awwwww Fitz is starting to feel a little like he matters. My sweet cat-like boi ofc you do.

Conclusion: They all still need hugs. But I mean-- I'll take a kiss too. Close enough. Still need more hugs tho. I will not rest until hugs are acquired. (Also maybe expect a cat Fitz doodle at some point. Maybe.)

The Rare Bookseller Part 53: Fitz's Terrible Idea

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tw: conditioning, mind control, Stockholm syndrome, arrow wound, blood, blood drinking

August 1905

Alexander was seated peacefully by the fire, a soft blanket draped across his lap, lost in the enormous musty book in his hands. It was a scene of perfect tranquility. A perfect scene for Fitz to disrupt.

"So, what are you reading, sir?" he said, flopping down sideways on the couch and draping himself halfway across Alexander's lap, jostling his book and looking up at him with a shameless grin.

His master sighed, but smiled at Fitz. "I was reading about the customs and ways of the local faefolk."

"Faefolk, sir? You mean like fairies?" Fitz asked. "I knew a guy who was running a racket making fake pictures of fairies to sell to rubes. You're saying they're real, sir?"

"They're very real, and you're unlikely to get a picture of them unless they want you to," said Alexander. "They used to be found in the human world much more often, before humans industrialized. Now, most of the once-proud clans are scattered tribes in slow decline in the few wild places left. Centuries ago, it was common enough for faefolk to mingle with humans that many humans today have traces of fae blood."

"Is that so, sir?" said Fitz. Normally he would find this kind of lecture to be boring, but his master's voice was so captivating that he could happily listen to anything.

"You do, too, I'm sure of it. Your blood smells of it."

"Oh, really, sir?" he said, sitting up a bit. "It's hard to imagine any of my dusty old ancestors making love to a fairy."

"I imagine your ancestors weren't as dusty and boring as you imagine. I expect some of them were more like you."

"Are you saying that I would cavort with a fairy, given the chance?" Fitz laughed. "Because you're absolutely right, sir, I would."

"You see what I mean?"

Fitz leaned in closer, shamelessly running his hand through Alexander's hair. "Well, if I'm a fairy, you'd better be careful, sir, or one day I'll drag you away to fairy-land."

"I dearly wish you would," said Alexander, serious and sad.

Fitz's breath caught. They stared at each other for a long moment. And then the spell between them was broken.

"Unfortunately, I need to go out tonight. Business."

"What business is more important than this, sir?" said Fitz, irritated at being spurned and annoyed that he was irritated.

"It's important. I'll tell you what it is eventually. But for now, I have to go."

And so Fitz found himself alone once more in front of the slowly dying fire, eating an apple, with nothing to occupy his mind but his own thoughts -- the worst way to spend his evening.

He was growing too comfortable here, he knew that. The manor was filled with dust and the scent of deteriorating book bindings, but once he'd gotten used to that, it was strangely like a home. It was less ostentatiously luxurious than the mansion of his childhood, but somehow, despite being a vampire's manor, more comfortable and less oppressive. He slept on the finest sheets, ate expensive foods, and bathed with a wide selection of high-end imported toiletries. Alexander, despite his ability to sink Fitz into a stupor with a word, never criticized, never spoke in anger, never demanded anything of Fitz but his blood.

And thanks to the many layers of mesmeric spell he was under, that blood was all too easy to give.

Alexander, his vampiric master, was the real problem. Between his mesmerism, good looks, and quiet charms, he had Fitz firmly wrapped around his finger, like it or not. Even during the day, when he tossed and turned in a fruitless attempt to sleep, he thought of Alexander, his unkept hair, his gentle hands, and especially his captivating voice. He knew he shouldn't feel that way about a vampire who had purchased him from an auction and was keeping him captive and in dire peril, but his idiotic emotions and the spell laid thick on his mind said otherwise.

It wasn't as though it was likely that Alexander had genuine feelings towards him, no matter how much it seemed that way at times. Fitz knew he was a convenient source of blood. Effectively a grocery item. He knew better than to think his master's need was anything more than that.

Fitz sighed as he tossed the half-eaten apple into the air, missing the catch and watching as it rolled under a couch. Alexander had been leaving for the night more frequently lately, and Fitz was painfully bored without an audience for his chatter and whims.

An audience! Apart from his freedom, that was the main thing he was missing out of life. He needed the stage, the rush of applause, the thrill of holding a crowd captive. Alexander had promised him he could have it, but since then he'd dismissed Fitz when he asked about it.

That thought gave Fitz some direction for what he wanted to do with the evening. He marched upstairs to his bedroom and donned an eye-catching purple frock with an actual collar. He wanted something to keep Alexander's attention without enticing him to feed, so that Fitz could flirt his way into what he wanted.

And then he waited for his master to return. And waited. And waited.

He really shouldn't be so worried about the vampire who was keeping him captive. After all, if something happened to his master, maybe the spell would lift from him, he'd come to his senses, and he could escape this place. That's what he tried to tell himself, but the idea that something could happen to Alexander filled him with a sick dread instead.

Just as he was on the verge of tearing his hair out in frustration, the front door opened and Alexander staggered inside. His steps were ragged and he was panting hard, the problem plain to see -- an honest-to-god arrow sticking out of his upper arm.

"God damn," he said. "What happened to you, sir?"

"Fitz," said Alexander with pleading eyes. "Please…"

That was more than enough to make him abandon all his plans, as clearly his master was in no state for his skillful manipulations. Fitz rushed to prop Alexander up.

"Help me upstairs, to my bathroom. I need to treat this wound."

"How the hell did you get shot with an arrow here in the city, sir?"

"Can the explanation wait until I've removed the arrow?"

"That's fair, sir." Fitz guided his master up the stairs as Alexander winced and whimpered.

Fitz had been in his master's bedroom a few times before, primarily to help him with his hair and outfit, and was comforted by the fact that Alexander's sleeping quarters was as much of a disaster as his had always been. He had ample experience picking his way through discarded laundry on the floor, and soon he was helping his master sit at the edge of his bathtub. Fitz wasted no time unbuttoning Alexander's shirt and tossing it aside, an action that was purely in his master's best interest for treating his injury and nothing more.

"Get a towel ready, a green one from the bottom shelf, and some bandages. I'm going to pull out the arrow."

"Doesn't that do more harm than good, sir?" said Fitz, preparing the requested items anyway..

"That may be true for a human at risk of bleeding out, but this wound can't kill me. The faster I remove the arrow, the faster I can start to heal."

"If you say so, sir."

Alexander wrapped the old towel around the arrow, and Fitz watched in horrified fascination as he took a deep breath and yanked. The blood gushing from the wound soaked straight through the towel as Alexander pressed it to his arm, making some truly godawful noises. Fitz fidgeted nervously, wanting to do something to help but feeling entirely out of his depth. He grabbed a washcloth off the bottom shelf and ran it under warm water.

"Here, sir, let me wash the wound."

"It's fine. I just need bandages."

"It could fester, sir, and I don't think either of us would enjoy that."

"It won't fester. The same magic that keeps this dead body upright also protects it from rot and infection. Otherwise I'd be little better than a bloated corpse."

Fitz shifted nervously, uneasy at the reminder that the handsome face in front of him was, in fact, long dead. "Let me wash it anyway, sir."

"…All right." Alexander took the towel off the wound and presented it to Fitz, who was struggling hard to not get woozy and keel over at the sight of it. He took it in his hands as though he were an experienced field medic, dabbing at it with the warm washcloth, and he felt vindicated as the pain on Alexander's face began to recede slightly.

"So… you've removed the arrow, sir."

"So I have."

"You told me you were going to explain how you were shot, sir."

Alexander scowled and looked away, remaining silent for so long that Fitz thought he would have to badger him to get anything out. "Hunter," he finally said.

"Hunter, sir?"

"A vampire hunter. Every city with a vampire population attracts them, a small but dedicated group."

"Vampire hunters…" It wasn't a possibility Fitz had thought of, but he supposed that it made sense.

"I don't usually have any trouble with hunters," Alexander said. "They mostly hunt vampires who prey on people in the streets. I keep my own thrall, and generally stay confined to the manor. Besides that, my vampiric aura is enough to keep most hunters at bay."

"And yet, this arrow didn't embed itself in your flesh all by itself, sir."

"No, it didn't."

"So why'd a hunter attack you this time, sir?"

"I had hoped not to tell you yet, but I suppose you should know," said Alexander. "I'm recruiting hunters to try and kill my sire."

Fitz looked to the bloody gash in front of him, then down at the discarded arrow. "Far be it from me to criticize my master, sir, but it seems your recruitment tactic may leave something to be desired."

Alexander chuckled. "Hunters won't help a vampire willingly, even to kill another vampire. They have to be persuaded."

"So you're mesmerizing them into doing your dirty work, sir?"

"A dozen so far, and I hope to get at least a dozen more."

"A dozen, sir…" Fitz put down the washcloth and began to wrap Alexander's arm in clean bandages as he thought about this. Alexander was risking his life against a dozen vampire hunters or more to try and kill his sire. Primarily to protect him.

He should be concerned, but instead, his treacherous heart fluttered. His hand brushed against Alexander's chest. His master gave it a long and lonely look, as though he'd never been touched there before.

His master was so solitary. How long had it been since he'd last been touched?

How long had it been since Fitz had last been touched?

Before he could think better of it, he ran his hand through Alexander's soft hair, palm lingering on his cheek as he traced down his face. To Fitz's surprise, his master leaned into the touch, drinking it in like a parched man. Fitz repeated the action with more confidence this time, enjoying the wistful look in his eyes.

"…Be careful," Alexander said finally.

"Careful of what, sir?"

"What you're doing. You must know by now that my feelings towards you are… You should be careful."

Fitz's eyes went wide. Was this a manipulation? Alexander, still looking tired and pained, seemed in no state to be engaging in manipulation.

"Well, sir, I appreciate your advice, but I've found that I never get anywhere in life when I'm being careful."

He was pushing his hand through Alexander's hair to the back of his head, pressing his master's lips to his, hardly caring that they were cold and chapped. He'd wanted this since the first time they'd met in the auction house, and the fact that it was a terrible idea only made Fitz want it more.

Alexander's hands closed around his arms as if to push him away, but he didn't. Instead he pushed forward, returning the kiss, and Fitz felt a giddy thrill in his heart at having finally charmed the stubborn, lonely vampire into reciprocating his affection. They tumbled onto the bathroom floor, Alexander halfway on top of Fitz, and Alexander was desperate as though he hadn't been kissed in a hundred years. Well, he probably hadn't.

Alexander suddenly stopped and drew back, guilt on his face. "I -- I shouldn't -- "

Fitz closed the distance between them once more before either of them could ruin the moment by thinking too much. He needed this. He needed the touch, and even if it was unnaturally cold, he was still drinking it in. He especially needed this infuriatingly stubborn vampire to prove his affections.

It wasn't love, Fitz knew that much. It was bloodlust and regular lust and need, and that suited Fitz better. He would never understand love, but need -- he could understand that.

Alexander's breath hitched, and Lex thought it was desire, until he grasped at the wound on his shoulder. In the excitement, Fitz had almost forgotten about the crossbow bolt. He opened his mouth to ask, but the words died in his throat, as he found himself suddenly enthralled, thoughts scattering.

"The wound pains me, and a bit of blood would help me heal," he said. "I can't be this close to you without the urge overtaking me."

"Good," said Fitz, succumbing easily to the desire. He pushed his master's head gently to the space between neck and shoulder. "Take me, then. Drink from me. I'm all yours."

Alexander hummed, his lips pressed to Fitz's neck and his voice reverberating in his head, sending Fitz further into a dream of bliss. He barely felt the puncture, lying sprawled on the bathroom floor with his master on top of him, swimming in pleasure as his blood drained from his body. The feeding turned to soft nibbles at his jaw and his ear, and Fitz didn't care that his master's lips were stained with blood as he was pulled into a kiss.

"You should warm my bed tonight, Fitz," Alexander murmured into his ear.

Fitz raised his eyebrows. "Is that invitation what I think it is, sir…?"

"…if you're thinking of something lewd, I'm afraid not," said Alexander. "My… desires of that nature cooled along with my blood. I'm truly asking for you to warm my bed."

"So I can serve as a glorified hot water bottle as well as a bloodbag, is that right, sir?"

"No," said Alexander with painful sincerity. "You're much more than a bloodbag."

"And what else am I, sir?" said Fitz, looking up at his master, flashing his least trustworthy smile. "A brilliant entertainer? A scintillating conversationalist?"

"Fitz," said Alexander, placing a hand on his cheek and catching Fitz's eyes with his. "My Fitz."

"Your Fitz," he repeated, feeling mesmerized once more although he wasn't sure his master was actually doing anything. "I suppose I am, sir."

His master looked away. "You don't actually have to call me 'sir' or 'master', you know. It's fine if you don't."

Fitz grinned. "Oh, is that so, Alexander, sir?" The grin left his face as he realized what he'd just done. "Oh, damn that Miss Lily. I'm not going to be able to stop."

Alexander chuckled. "I don't really go by Alexander, anyway. Only my sire and strangers call me that. I go by Lex."

"Lex," repeated Fitz, leaning into his ear, "sir," he added, as seductively as possible, enjoying how his master -- no, Lex -- shivered.

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bokunoheroanalysisforthefuture · 4 years ago

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Horikoshi: This will probably not be super popular, but it’ll be fun!

Us: Oh, well that sounds nice!

Us, 290 chapters later: This Isn’t Fun Anymore Horikoshi

Horikoshi: :)

Anyways, welcome to the beginning of - hopefully - a long term and engaging project. I am basically aware of all of canon, and am up to date with the manga, but I haven’t actually read from the beginning of the series, and I’ve only watched the series up to the Deku v Todo fight in the sports festival. However, I’ve been curious as to how the manga portrays stuff that I’ve seen in anime gif form, and so I figured, hey, make this a project!

If you have questions or anything, the ask box is open for now. Meanwhile, I am going to head into the first chapter proper!

[No. 1 - Izuku Midoriya: Origin]

Wow, you’d almost think this kid would grow up to be a villain or something, with that kind of attitude, huh? No way that this kind of attitude would ever come to bite him in the ass and force him to reevaluate his entire character and kickstart his character development.

(Before you say anything, I like Katsuki as a character, but DAMN did he have to do a lot of growing up. I suppose when one is at the bottom, the only way to go is up… unless you have a pickaxe.)

One thing I actually noticed right away, and I dunno how much it’s used in other manga (seeing as I currently am not reading any other manga and the last ones I read were… a long while ago…) is the shape of the text boxes in order to convey emotion! It’s actually hella neat and a little detail I wouldn’t think about adding if I were in his position (not that I can draw all that well, but that’s not my point). You can practically hear the warbling in Izuku’s tone and the rougher edges in Katsuki’s!

(Also, question for the English sub while we’re at it, why the fuck does Katsuki sound like he’s a goddamned adult when he’s fourteen. What the fuck.)

Interesting little thing here, Katsuki not actually using his quirk here against Izuku; his hand is trailing smoke from his explosion, but it’s not a direct burn wound. Not that he should be doing this at all, but with the number of fics I see where Katsuki literally gives Izuku second or third degree burns, I think this is a reminder that canon Katsuki has some modicum of restraint, even this early.

Before I forget, hello winged kid who definitely has no plot significance whatsoever. No siree.

(If you are new to the manga/show and are reading this as among your first introductions to the fandom, first off, I am so sorry. Secondly, expect me to be… definitely making a lot of sarcastic quips to things in the future.)

Onto the second/third page, which is supposed to be a full spread, but is split up into two pages on the online reading site. RIP, but I will not complain about free access to the whole manga.

Lookit this green bean. I love him so much. I can’t wait for him to suffer.

Izuku: wait, what?

Anyways, a few things to note:

Who the fuck is this guy? I looked into the wiki but he apparently doesn’t warrant a page or even a mention as one of the background faces of the series, but look at that fucking claw, man! And those boots and jets! He’s very obviously themed after a baseball catcher, so I’m going to guess that he has some kind of quirk that deals with either drawing projectiles to him, or perhaps in throwing projectiles… in either case, it’d be something like Snipe’s quirk, so maybe this is his less howdy-happy sibling.

Oh right, the chapter. The other heroes we see on the scene in this two-page spread are Death Arms, Air Jet, and Kamui Woods.

Also, something I want to point out that I’m sure others have but just struck me while looking at this spread - multiple people are recording / taking pictures of this. I wonder if part of the reason for the villain industry to be as strong as it is is because the villains, even if they know they’ll lose, still get their own sort of fame in being in the news? That… might explain a lot about how there can be enough villains to even run an entire damn industry.

(Well, that and a lot of sociopolitical commentary on BNHA society, but we don’t need to get into that now. Maybe wait two hundred or so chapters first.)

Not gonna lie, I had to double take because I was like ‘wait, what is Ochako doing here?’ but then I realized it was just a random civilian; she doesn’t have those side bangs Ochako does. But now I almost wonder what sort of world we could have had, if they’d met a bit earlier.

Onto the fifth page (fourth is just a filler page, nothing on it), and we get treated to this gem:

Tag yourself I’m the guy who’s slackjawed because his kid is fucking glowing.

The first four examples of quirks shown in this flashback are the luminescence, telekinesis, ice, and that flame-headed(?) mutation. Of them, we actually see hints to the fact that quirks have drawbacks, as the girl with ice is drawn with the same frostbite backlash as Shouto, while the flame-headed kid is… well, I have no idea, but they do not look to be happy.

Also, I love the nod Hori does to the heroes of our era as silhouettes! This is just more evidence to me, along with the fact that the first quirked kid is born and presented in a modern hospital, that this series takes place sometime in the future. I… even calculated the years it could technically be, based on information we get in a few chapters, but I’ll save that for then.

Onto the sixth page! A nice shot of Kamui Woods getting into position, and man is that giant quirk unnerving.

What the fuck is with those feet, Hori. Those aren’t feet.

Next we see how the crowds are reacting, basically with no panic or concern. One guy is just casually letting his boss know he’ll be getting in late. And Backdraft! That is some serious water manipulation, but it seems like it has to be the water they’re in contact with? Also, is it just me or is that a portable pressure hose on their back?

And of course, Izuku being excited over hero stuff, as one does. He’s so babey faced, going back to current chapters after this is gonna be fucking wild.

Onto the seventh page, and here we are with the ‘you’re pure evil’ speech to someone who’s… just a robber. Seriously, dude? I get that you’re still fairly new to the scene (I think he might not be from a hero high school, but a late join program, but that’s another post), but like. You can’t just call random people ‘pure evil’ and correlate petty crime with like, actual mass murderers, or else people might start to see things in black and white and, you know, create the idea of ‘villainous people’ and so push even more innocents down the path of desperation and criminality.

Wait, sociopolitics later. Izuku being a hero fanboy now. Even able to utter Kamui’s attack call as he’s calling it out, with some seriously cool visual effects-

And on the eighth page, we have Mt. Lady crash the scene. Literally. She just fucking shows up outta nowhere and fucking leaps up and delivers a kick right to the villain’s chin, throwing him back through the train bridge wall and sending debris down to the ground below. Sure hope there weren’t civilians there!

Also, hello to that random guy on the roof watching this. I think in Smash they made that guy her manager or something.

I love how Izuku and the other guy are like ‘what the fuck’ while the press just shows up out of nowhere and is like. Hyperfocused on her. (I’ve heard some issues with the portrayal of media/reporters in the series, but since I have no experience with that sort of thing, I can’t say much on it.)

The last panel of this page shows that, fortunately, there were no civilians on that part of the street (even though it being rush hour and the huge crowds on the other side of the bridge should have suggested otherwise… but what do I know?)

With page nine, we get to see our first case of villain apprehension, which to note does not include any sort of quirk suppressors. Because those don’t exist. Otherwise Aizawa and the Eight Precepts’ erasure bullets would not be such huge deals to everyone. I mean yikes, though, the guy is fucking muzzled. And you can see the damage done by Mt. Lady in the background, both physical and emotional. Not to mention…

What the fuck is that face.

But yeah, this notes that performance in heroics determines not only what they’re paid by the government, but also how much fame they get. No way a system like this could backfire in any capacity, right? Right? (cough).

I love how Hori uses Izuku’s muttering habit as the border for the text bubble when the kid zones into his little world. Also, gigantification is noted to be a common and strong quirk, so we really should see more OCs with size altering quirks in fics in the future, you hear me? Honestly, with it being common, I would almost expect there to be entire buildings, or maybe even neighborhoods / blocks dedicated to catering to size shifters… wonder what those places look like.

Also aww, the guy saying good luck on the heroics dream to Izuku and Izuku just sparkling. What a cutie. Can’t wait for him to suffer. :D

Izuku: No seriously, what-

Anyways, I’m cutting off here since we then transition into the next ‘scene’ and this is a long chapter - 55 pages! Besides, this has already surpassed 1700 words, I don’t need to ramble on too long in one post.

Lemme know what you think, and I’ll be back with more soon!

#opening arcs #chapter 1 #readthrough #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #kamui woods #mt lady #1800 words and only nine pages #buckle in this is gonna be a long project folks

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For @cedfiaweek!

I did platonic stuff with them

18 notes • Posted 2021-06-20 04:15:10 GMT

Look at this amazing commission that was done by @the-pudding-is-a-lie! I love it so much.

Lookit these two being adorable

20 notes • Posted 2021-01-08 21:32:04 GMT

A commission from the wonderful and talented @hrgwin

Based on a story I wrote: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28925946

26 notes • Posted 2021-04-26 19:46:37 GMT

Peter introducing the guys

“This is Ray, he’s like a literal ball of sunshine and he likes to build things. Don’t ask him about cartoons unless you want to be there for six hours.”

“This is Winston. I’m pretty sure the firehouse would have burned down by now without him being there to keep us all under control. Don’t let the porn mustache fool you, he’s a great guy.”

“This is Egon. He’s feral.”

@thelesbianspoon

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This is a comment left on my coffee shop au fic

I am very confused

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uniarycode · 4 years ago

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Takari Week, Day 7- Healing, Taking Care Of

Takeru can’t stand to see a sick Hikari sleeping on the cold hard floor, set between episodes 48 and 49 of 01, done as part of @takariweek. I would like to take this opportunity to thank Gen for putting this all together.

Takeru had never seen a fan so big before. Many fans were bigger than him, but this one had to be about ten times as big as he was.

It wasn’t the weirdest part of this underground tunnel they landed in, but the rays coming in-between the blades were the only source of light they had to see by. In that weak light, he saw Hikari, lying on the cold ground, clothes still wet with sweat.

And it scared him.

He’d seen more monsters and baddies than he could count over the past few months, beat ghouls that made even adults run away scared. But somehow seeing his friend, weak and heaving on the floor, scared him more than anything else.

He’d rather fight Devimon again than see her go through this.

Maybe not Mungendramon. They hadn’t lasted five seconds before that metal dragon had destroyed the floor, sending them plummeting to wherever this was.

“Takeru, are you okay?” Sora asked. A tremor ran though his body as he looked up at her.

“I’m fine. No, I’m good.” He said, pushing a smile.

“Of course you are.” She returned. “Taichi and the others weren’t too far away when we fell, they might be nearby. We should head out and look for them.”

He nodded, even before thinking about it. Finding Taichi would be good, Hikari would want to see her brother when she woke up. “Are you going to carry Hikari again?” he asked.

“No, we’ll let her rest.” Sora replied “Tailmon will stay here and look after her, and when we find the others, we can use this place as a base.”

That made sense, it was hard for Hikari to sleep when she had to hold on to Sora. He looked back at the sleeping girl again. It couldn’t be a good sleep on the cold hard ground, he knew that from experience, but even after looking they hadn’t found any benches or anything soft to help.

An idea struck him, as he began to walk away. “Wait!” He told the older girl, suddenly running back to Hikari. When he reached his friend, he started to move slower, more carefully, he didn’t want to disturb her. He slowly removed his backpack, softly setting it down, then he raised Hikari’s head ever so slightly, sliding his backpack underneath.

There, now she would have a pillow, that had to be better than the cold hard floor.

He began walking back towards Sora, stealing a look at Hiakri whenever he thought he could get away with it.

“Takeru.” Sora said softly, “Would you like to stay with Tailmon? I’m sure she could use the company, and Biyomon and I will be able to handle any foes we find on our own.”

It was true that Garudamon could beat stronger enemies than Angemon could, although that didn’t make Takeru feel any better. Despite the hit to his pride, he nodded “Taichi did tell me to protect her.”

“He did,” Sora agreed with a smile.

Patamon flew back towards him but Takeru waved him away. “Go with Sora, help her find them with those big ears of yours.”

His partner looked like he might start a fight for a second, but then didn’t. Instead flying to join Sora again, “We’ll be back before you know it, just stay right there.”

They weren’t.

Maybe it was just because he wanted them to be fast, like on days when Dad was picking him up after school and he swore the teachers made the clocks run twice as slow as usual. Every second spent watching over Hikari’s weak body stretched on for years.

The girl shuddered, one hand moving from her side to rest across her chest in her sleep.

“She’s cold.” Takeru said, louder than he should have. He stood up, walking around the edges of the room.

“We don’t have a blanket.” Tailmon reminded him, “Unless you remembered to pack one in your backpack before we left that house.”

He didn’t. He should have, Hikari was clearly still sick, but they needed to leave quickly and were expecting Taichi to come back with the medicine. And Taichi never failed before, so there was no need to worry about Hikari still being sick later.

But even without a blanket, he couldn’t just look at Hikari lying there cold. There had to be something he could do, something he could use to help her.

The wind began to blow against his face, moving in weird patterns with the slow movement of the fan. Takeru chased the wind headfirst, turning a corner to find a pile of dry leaves, lazily blown there over time.

He gave a slight pause, were their spiders in the digital world? Like not giant spiders that could eat him in a single gulp, he knew those spiders existed, but normal ones? He couldn’t remember Yamato or Sora ever needing to check for spiders when they used leaves for blankets before.

He scooped the leaves up in a big hug and raced off to where Hikari and Tailmon were waiting. “Lookit what I found.” He said, not caring as half the pile escaped from his lose grip.

“Leaves?” Tailmon asked, “But, where did you?”

“There was a wind, I just followed where it blew and there was a pile of them, we’ll have more than enough for a blanket.” He said.

“I suppose it’s better than nothing.” Tailmon said. Takeru wasn’t sure why she didn’t sound too happy about it, he used leaves and branches as blankets all the time.

Tailmon took the leaves from him and began gently padding them around Hikari. Takeru took off as soon as he could to grab a second scoop, Tailmon was already waiting for him by the time he returned, so he resolved to make the third, fourth and fifth trips faster.

A few times after he stopped counting his trips Tailmon told him to stop, informing him they had ‘more than enough leaves’, and Takeru went back to his place beside the girl.

“There,” he declared softly. “Now she has a real bed.”

The Digimon’s tail twitched. “This hardly compares to her bed at home, or even the one in that old house. If that didn’t help, I don’t see why this one will.”

Tailmon turned to him directly. “And that was a very reckless thing you did, what if you’d gone too far away while looking for these? What if you’d found an enemy? I would have been forced to choose between protecting you or protecting Hikari.”

Takeru felt his joy vanish at the feline’s words. However, there was one small part of him that would not give in. “But I had to do something. And you said yourself, this is better than nothing. I couldn’t just let Hikari sleep without a bed. And even if there’s only a small chance this will help her, I couldn’t just not take it, right?”

Tailmon looked like she might quiet-yell at him again, but she was stopped before she could. Takeru’s crest was beginning to glow faintly, but in the weak light of the room it stood out like the moon amongst the stars. He reached into his shirt and pulled the tag out, staring at it in awe.

“Where’s Angemon?” Tailmon asked “What’s going on?”

Takeru wanted to aske her the same question, but before he could, a beam of light shot out from his crest, covering Hikari in a yellow glow like a blanket of light. The light that surrounded Hikari turned from yellow to pink, before softly growing weak and disappearing.

When the light show was done, Takeru fell back against the floor. He felt like he ran from his house to school and back again.

“Takeru?” Tailmon asked, standing over him, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” He replied “Just give me five more minutes.”

“If you insist.” The Digimon said, turning back to Hikari. “Huh.”

“What?” Takeru asked, still looking at the roof.

“It’s just, Hikari looks a lot more, peaceful than she did before.”

Takeru rolled onto his side, using what strength he had to look at the girl. She did look peaceful, and so calm as she slept, not like the tossing and turning she had before he found the leaves. For some reason, he couldn’t bear to look away.

#takari week #takari #takeru takaishi #Hikari yagami #digimon #The scene with the leaf bed might just have been when I started shipping Takari #Now I need to do a read blitz of everyone else's works before the new reboot episode comes out

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eloquent-music · 4 years ago

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[ Memory Log 889342666 Initiating... ]

Ping. One shot. Ping ping ping ping... Shot after shot. Klunk. Klunk... Klunk....

“Another down for the count,” rang through.

“Messatine is our homestead, our planet. Get them out of the mines.”

“Another ticked off the List..”

Shot after shot straight through each Autobot insignia they ran into--along with the occasional Decepticon.

“Shoot for the fucking kill Vos. We aren’t the Decepticon Justice Division for nothing. Do your damn job.”

A pattern that Tarn was beginning to notice time after time. Unusual. No one on the DJD had ever had a weird fixation like this.

“Why do you shoot others like that?”

“My special signature tactic. It’s nothing boss.”

“Alright Vos. Carry on.”

Suspicion raised from within him. Tarn was conditioned to notice things like this. But never had he ever dealt with anyone like this--a traitor more-so. All of his subordinates had been loyal to the end. But something about this one Decepticon seemed off.

Then there was run-ins with Delphi. Tarn and Pharma would exchange words, professional or not. Sometimes the others had tagged along but stayed out of the way. Whatever happened between the two bosses. Vos had accompanied him on a few occasions. More suspicion arose.

Puzzle pieces started to come together in Tarn’s processor. He logged each and every thing. Every kill, both Autobot and Decepticon alike. He was watched like some Big Brother motive.

A fuck up. A small little fuck up after many cycles of extra close watch on Vos. The Vos before the Vos everyone knew now. The Vos that was a traitor amongst the DJD Ranks for years. The one that spilled top secret information to the Autobots, the Wreckers more-so. The little ‘non-lethal’ sharp shooter who shot Autobots and Decepticons alike on their insignia as his signature move. Most Vos’ had taken the form of some deadly handheld weapon but Tarn had caught wind of something fishy and it was the last shot Agent 113 would ever get in his life.

The reason Tarn caught on was because of his nonlethal shots. After the others had left, he’d dug out a few bullets out of the corpses. Read their encrypted messages. It fueled Tarn’s rage and hatred to the point where he started taking his frustrations out more on his victims and unfortunately onto Delphi. If one wanted to get away with spying, you had to be smarter than a criminal and the enforcers. Tarn was an excellent criminal, executioner, and enforcer alike--he wasn’t the leader of the DJD for nothing, nor was he idiotic.

The one thing Tarn never knew about was that most of these bullets were extracted from First Aid no less when they were on Messatine. One of Pharma’s medics, a demoted nurse that hid all of this behind the CMO’s back. The one mech who could’ve set off a real bad chain reaction to Delphi. Tarn wasn’t fond of killing medics but he would’ve if he had found out at the time and the perfect plan would’ve occurred, starting with the execution of the Autobot spy as a show of force and dominance over the facility, then next would’ve become Ambulon, the Decepticon deserter, a little gift to Pharma of course, before finally offlining First Aid. He likely would’ve mounted the mech on the main entrance to Delphi that was almost barely recognizable.

The last nonlethal shot to a Wrecker on Messatine drove Tarn right on over the edge. Crimson optics kept watch over Vos like a vulture waiting for an animal to keel over. Tarn called for Helex over with a snap of his digits, same with Tesarus. For now, Kaon was left out of the question due to his relationship with Vos. Tarn ordered Helex to radio Megatron for a new recruit that would be taking Vos’ spot. “Tell him that Vos has perished. We need a new replacement as soon as possible and to send him to Messatine. Oh--and make it worth it this time around. We need darker members. True Decepticons.” Until a later date, the truth would be told to Megatron. With Tesarus by Tarn’s side, they walked with Vos and Kaon as Helex went back to the Tyranny before them to inform Megatron and also get one of their interrogation rooms readily available.

That’s when the swoop came in. Tesarus grabbed Kaon and held him against his frame. Tarn on the other hand swiftly kicked Vos onto his frontside, crushing him below his pedes and right into the ice. His abilities sprung to life from his spark as his vents bristled like an angry bull. ♬ ♫ “𝓣𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓼 𝓾𝓹 𝓓𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓼,”♬ ♫ he spat out to the frame that was struggling underneath his pedes. His masked moved up some so he could fully spit onto the traitor’s frame to demechanize him right from the start. The tip of his pede curled into his back as he spat on him again.

Tarn began to paralyze the mech system by system so he could no longer move for a while. ♬ ♫ “𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓭𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓼𝓹𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱. 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓪𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻? 𝓞𝓱 𝓷𝓸 𝓷𝓸. 𝓐 𝓼𝓷𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓼 𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓬𝓾𝓽 𝓸𝓯𝓯 𝓼𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓻 𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓵𝓾𝓬𝓴 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓻𝓪𝓷 𝓫𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓯𝓾𝓬𝓴𝓲𝓷’ 𝓭𝓻𝔂. 𝓞𝓱 𝔂𝓸𝓾’𝓵𝓵 𝓭𝓲𝓮 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓪 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓾𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱.” ♬ ♫ Dominus thought he’d seen the worst of Tarn? Oh never. Tarn was the only living original DJD member and when his mind clicked into seeing nothing but red, there was no stopping him.

Kaon was begging for Tarn not to go through to the bitter end that the leader was hoping for. Between the begging and his overly angry systems, he wasn’t sure what he was going to go through with. “Tesarus, for now put Kaon away in his quarters. He does not need to be a part of this though I will take into consideration his pleas.” The end result? Still unsure.

Tarn bound Agent 113′s legs and arms still in the field before attaching the end of the chain to his frame. A large chunk of Agent 113′s frame was left in the snow so that the Delphi medic’s would come across it when they found the Autobot’s distress signals. With a swift transformation, he drug the mech behind him back through the rough ice and snowy terrain, making sure to hit the most brutal points. A great way to physically hurt a mech’s frame without killing them. Brutal yet very satisfying.

After taking the long way back to the Tyranny, the duo had finally made it back to their homestead. That little frame had taken heavy damage and Tarn still drug him on the floor, now dragging him by his damn neck with the chain. He even darkened every light in the Tyranny. Singing wildly like a crazed psychotic mech from a horror movie. There might’ve been a dance to his walk as they made their way to a special room.

After Kaon was locked away, Tesarus made his way down to where Tarn was, Helex already waiting like the hangman at the gallows. “He’s been paralyzed for now so do as you will with him.”

Helex spoke, “The next course of action sir?”

“What will be the outcome?” Stating Tesarus as he lifted the traitor onto the operation slab.

“Kaon seems to be fond of this wretch. So we can compromise with him. We will put him through the most torturous act that can be done to a mech but let’s add an Autobot twist to it shall we?” Speaking like a maniac as he wrung his servos together. “The Autobots have preached about being free and willing when in reality they have not. They’ve always been a badly upgraded version of the old Senate. Control by taking away whom you are by demechanizing a mech.” His claws danced over the mech’s frame. “We’ll force him back into his old alternate mode. But we will take away everything he has. We will remove his transformation cog, his weapons, his speech, his sense of reality, sense of self, everything. Reshape him into nothing but a mindless beast that will do our bidding and obey our every word. He can still be used against the Autobots.”

“What would that be boss?”

“Domestication to the greatest extent.”

The to dueted one another, “Perfect boss.”

“Let’s get started shall we?” Tarn sing-songed outwardly.

Each member grabbed a torturous device of their choosing from the walls. The whirring sounds of the famous chainsaw Tarn weld, made from the chainsaw slinging medic himself, Pharma. Made by his own design, perfected and built for Tarn and Tarn alone.

A purple servo slammed the mech’s helm into the operation slab. “I know you can hear me Dominus Ambus,” growling outwardly as Helex handed over a data pad. “I have your file right here. Look lookit here. Isn’t it delightful?” His servo slammed the mech’s face once more enough to make it bleed. “Hmmm.. let’s see here. Your file. Your old mode, a turbofox no less.” Holding it up to the mech’s face, the traitor refused. “Making it harder on yourself will make this worse.”

More back and forth commenced as Tarn spoke to the mech using his abilities, pinching his pressure points so he could control the mech for a moment while his other hand stroked the area over his t-cog. “Helex hold the pad so that it’s in his view.” Some more time passed and the traitor finally was forced into taking on his old form.

“Perfect,” whispered outwardly.

More time lapsed through Dominus’ domestication. The mech was hanging on, the trio excelled in keeping mech’s alive and perfectly aware through their torturous acts. And this went on for days on end, weeks even. Kaon was never involved. Forcefully removed from the situation.

“Who were you working with?”

There was never an answer. No matter how hard each of them tried to break him and they broke him. Perhaps he never knew. Perhaps he did.

“Next we will remove who he is as a Cybertronian, a transformer. We all know what that is? HIs transformation cog.” Tarn sung, ♬ ♫ “𝓦𝓪𝓴𝓮𝔂 𝔀𝓪𝓴𝓮𝔂 𝓓𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓽𝓸𝓻. 𝓛𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝔀𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓬𝓱. 𝓕𝓾𝓬𝓴𝓲𝓷’ 𝓐𝓾𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓸𝓽 𝓼𝓬𝓾𝓶.” ♬ ♫

Tesarus dragged the mech close to the edge of the operation table so he could force the mech to transform into his beast mode. Once it was achieved both Helex and Tesarus flipped the mech onto his backside.

♬ ♫ “𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓪 𝓰𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓓𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓸𝓷. 𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮. 𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓷𝓸𝔀. 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓐𝓾𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓸𝓽 𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓭𝓸𝓷’𝓽 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮. 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓶𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓻𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓿𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓮𝓯𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰. 𝓞𝓱 𝓷𝓸 𝓷𝓸. 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓮. 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓐𝓾𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓸𝓽 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾. 𝓨𝓸𝓾’𝓵𝓵 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓫𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓸 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶. 𝓑𝓮𝓬𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓱𝓶? 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓶𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽’𝓿𝓮 𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓓𝓙𝓓 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾’𝓵𝓵 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝔀𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓵𝔂 𝓪𝓻𝓮--𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓵𝔂 𝓲𝓼. 𝓨𝓸𝓾’𝓵𝓵 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓼 𝓘’𝓿𝓮 𝓴𝓮𝓹𝓽 𝓱𝓲𝓭𝓭𝓮𝓷 𝓫𝓮𝓬𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓲𝓼 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓭. 𝓨𝓸𝓾’𝓵𝓵 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓪 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷! 𝓙𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓮𝓯𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓼 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓱 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰.” ♬ ♫

“We will remove his t-cog then wipe his memories of all of whom he is before his final transformation.” Tarn removed his mask as he located the mech’s t-cog that hid in his abdomen. His claws dug out the armor to reveal the vital component. “Hold him down.” Both mech’s obeyed as Tarn leaned over the badly injured frame; his glossa flicked over his lip components before he descended downwards. His lips wrapped onto the organ and began to pull it out slowly from the beast’s frame. Line by line was broken, spilling energon onto Tarn and the slab below him. The mech howled in his pursuit. Once it was finally released from its prison Tarn slipped it out of his mouth and into his servo. “Tesarus, wrap this up and send it off to Autobot high-command with a message.”

“Yes boss.”

“Helex, patch him up before we start the mind wiping process. He’ll forget all he knows within a matter of a cycle. All he will ever know from now on is being a Pet to do our bidding. Nothing but a mindless beast.” Pausing the turned to Helex as Tesarus walked out to get the t-cog ready for transport. “No one will ever remember Dominus Ambus, the traitorous little Agent 113 the Autobots so loved. They’ll never know if he truly died or not. Oh they’ll assume he did but they’ll never know our little Pet will be attacking their ranks. Oh my an Autobot attacking Autobots--how delightful isn’t it Helex?”

[ Abrupt interruption -- disengaging.. ]

#severe dark themes/words ahead under the cut #im sorry Mare #the full process i did not write about #its a summary but #just be warned ya know #one day i might write a more in depth version of the domestication #{Memories}#panickedforcefield

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whaddupdemons · 5 years ago

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★*･ romance headcanons.

NAME: Sal Fisher NICKNAME: Sally, Sally Face, Sawy Fawce, Smooth Criminal, Sally Boy, Salio GENDER: Male ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Bisexual bitcheees! PREFERRED PET NAMES: Eh doesn’t have any. He’s p much chill with whatever other people wanna call him as long as it’s not a really bad insult. FAVOURITE CANON SHIP(S): I don’t know if there’s anything canon??? I know it’s implied that Sal likes Ash (Which mine does) but I he doesn’t ever get together with her so...?????? FAVOURITE NON-CANON SHIP(S): Ash and Sal??? I dunno that’s the only one I can think of. I don’t have any ships with sal yet. he’s single and ready to mingle OPINION ON TRUE LOVE: He doesn’t know???? It’s certainly sappy and fairytale like, but it’s sweet to think about. He knows the world doesn’t work that way but it’d be nice if it did. The ability to love someone with your whole heart, for someone to love you back with the same amount of love, it’s a very nice thing to think about. OPINION ON LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT: He doesn’t know about love at first sight but he certainly knows crushing at first sight. When he first saw Ash he immediately got them dokis:tm:. As he got to know her though that simple crush turned to something p deep so...he does believe in developing a crush on first sight and from there if you get to know the person it could certainly become love. HOW ‘ROMANTIC’ ARE THEY?: ????? I....dunno???? Sal’s really fukin weird when it comes to affection. He’s surprisingly affectionate and cuddly but he can be that way even with platonic friends (Larry is the prime example of this). Tho, I guess if we’re talkin romance he really likes physical affection. Not all too much about kisses since he kinda hates his face but hand holding, snuggling, cuddling just being in one another’s presence, he likes it a lot. Of course he won’t pester his significant other if they genuinely dont wanna be touched, but if it’s all playful do expect him to be the kind of person who when sleep deprived strums on his guitar ‘cuddle meeeee’. IDEAL PHYSICAL TRAITS: uhhhhhh??????? Dunno tbh..... It’s obvious that Ash’s physical traits really appealed to him so...I dunno. IDEAL PERSONALITY TRAITS: Probably being accepting and kind. The reason why these two are ideal is because while he can form crushes on people he won’t ever pursue them because of his face. In order to properly date him and ect you need to see his face and show that you’d still love him. Thus, accepting and kind are the two biggest ideal personality traits. UNATTRACTIVE PHYSICAL TRAITS: Bro he’ll love anyone for who they are. he dont care about appearance. I mean, lookit him. UNATTRACTIVE PERSONALITY TRAITS: Being willing to harm others for your own personal gain or amusement. There are other traits such as manipulation but it’s mostly just the kind of actions where a person will treat others horribly but have no damn reason for it. The way I guess to distinguish what i mean is, there’s a difference between someone like Travis, who just needs someone to talk to and a place to escape to and acts the way he does because of a shitty home life, and someone in the cult who’d willingly sacrifice innocent people just to summon their god. IDEAL DATE: Tbh dates with him are practically the same as hang out sessions with him while being his friend. The only difference is that there will be a different feeling...i guess??? Tho when it comes to dates he’d prob really like dates at his apartment or somewhere private cause hell yeah alone time and cuddle time. Tho, knowing him he’d prob love things like arcade dates or movie theater dates. DO THEY HAVE A TYPE?: once again i dunno????? I guess just be part of the weird kid club i guess-- AVERAGE RELATIONSHIP LENGTH: boi aint ever dated anyone sorry. PREFERRED NON-SEXUAL INTIMACY: Hand holding, cuddling, hugging, just laying against the other person. As I said his preferred acts of intimacy are the kind that include the body more so than the face (kissing and the such) cause he can keep his mask on or hide. But if he trusted his significant other enough he’d prob like kisses. COMMITMENT LEVEL: P committed. Don’t expect him to ever cheat or anything of the such cause if you’ve managed to get together with him you’ve accomplished something not many have. But, if you wanna break up he’d be understanding of that too. He’d just hope you’d both still be friends. PAST RELATIONSHIPS?: none

tagged by: I stole it from myself. HAHA Tagging: eeeeeveryone

#✘▌ Behind the Mask || OOC #✘▌The Sally Face Killer || Headcanons

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reapers-carino · 6 years ago

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So I read some of your fics and I loved them.I just really need some comfort from my boys, I'm having a rough time right now. If you don't mind, could you write a fic where the reader runs into a former abuser(mental, verbal, physical) a fight, harsh words thrown, maybe some physical contact. the reader gets hurt, really anxious, insecure and roughed up again, feeling worthless until Hog and Junk come in and save them? Ignore this if you want, seriously I don't want to put more work onto you. Ty

((As someone who has dealt with being in emotionally abusive situations, I sympathize deeply if you’ve been through this anon. I actually had a panic attack recently because I merely thought I saw them so this is very fresh to me. I’m sending you tons of good vibes and hugs))

((Trigger warning: Abuse, mentions of abuse, assault, abusive relationships))

You sometimes hated the fact that you were always early. It made you the tiniest bit anxious to be in a crowded area on your own but it was you who had suggested the local fair and said you’d scout for ‘coppers’. You idly played with the hem of your cropped shirt, fingers taking turns at flicking at the knotted ends as your eyes scanned the crowd. Finding Jame and Mako would be easy, their towering heights placing them high above the crowd and yet you still couldn’t see hide nor tail of either one of their silhouettes. Sighing softly, your eyes dipped down to the satchel you had on your hip, hands digging through the bag until your hands grabbed at your phone. Maybe you could get an ETA from Mako and Jamie would catalog each of his steps with a quick, blurry picture.

Your fingers danced across the keyboard, a crooked grin creasing your lips as you sent a sweet playful message their way.

‘Hurry up you two, I’m getting bored!’

You flipped open the camera in the message, sticking your tongue out at the camera and giggling softly as you geo-tagged it with another quick ‘hurry up’. Your grin only grew as you saw Jamie’s name pop up, snickering as Junkrat sent a blurry picture of him in his sidecar, his tongue stuck out like a dog with his head out the window. You snorted, hands poised to begin to type another message before you felt a hand grab at your wrist.

“Y/N?”

All the giddy joy inside of you turned to frigid horror, a hard knot forming in your throat as your eyes drifted from your phone screen to your ex in front of you. Every alarm screamed in you to run, your foot barely managing to edge backward as a sly smirk pulled at their lips. Their hold tightened on your wrist, a flash of pain dancing across your face as you croaked and stuttered at the creep.

“G-get a-a-away fr-from me…”

There was no strength in your voice and like they did before, they practically thrived off of your fear.

“Oh isn’t that nice”, they scoffed out, snickering as they pulled you closing, yanking a scared yelp from your throat as you scrambled backwards. “You still don’t have any fucking manners. All this time and you still haven’t gotten any smarter have you? Such a bitch…”

“St-stop it”, you whimpered, the vice grip around your vocal cords somehow tightening, tears burning in your eyes as their grip on your wrist tightened. You knew that there would be a bruise there once they let go. Your head dipped down, your chest rising and falling but pulling nary any air into your lungs as you tried to pull yourself together. “L-l-leave me alo-alone…I-I d-don’t want to talk to you.”

“Did I ask you what you wanted dumbass”, they questioned, a hand moving to grip your chin and tilting your face up, tears rollings down your cheeks before your eyes squeezed shut. “Look at me…HEY! I said look at m–”

“Get the fuck off of Y/N!”

Your eyes flew open at the sound of Jamie’s voice, Mako’s low guttural growl practically vibrating the ground beneath you. Junkrat’s fist had connected solidly with you ex’s face, the pain and shock of being assaulted causing him to let go of your wrist. Mako’s boot was placed solidly against their torso, holding them down and applying pressure more solidly to them as they attempted to push the Enforcer off of them. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from their snarling face, your breaths still coming in too quick pants, tears still flowing down your face unbeknownst to you.

“Hey…hey darl…lookit ole ‘Rat…c’mon darl…”

Junkrat’s voice was soft, soothing, the man making sure not to touch you as he eased himself into your line of sight. Slowly, he moved in front of you until your gaze locked onto his, a sob tumbling for your lips before you stumbled towards him. His arms wrapped tight around you as you pressed your face into his chest, shoulders shaking, unable to calm the distress within you. You had been so scared, you had thought you had escaped them, had escaped those feelings and yet the moment you saw them you felt so small, so worthless, so vulnerable like he had always made you feel before.

“I-I-I’m s-so-sorry”, you stuttered into Jamison’s chest, trying to calm yourself down and breathe and stop being so ‘overdramatic’.

Jamie’s hands moved from the back of your head to gingerly resting on your cheek slowly pushing you back, his features a turmoil of emotions but filled msotly with concern.

“Whatcha apologizin’ for luv”, he said, his voice still barely above a whisper. “You ain’t done nothin’ wrong darl, nothin at all. This whacka should be put six feet under for what he did to ya darl. Ain’t done nothing wrong at all. Innit that right ‘Hog?”

You could hear Hog grunt before a sickening snap sounded, your ex screaming about their arm before Mako sweeped both you and Jamison off of your feet and moving away from the crowd that had formed and towards the exit. Jamison’s arms tightened around you, the two of them applying enough pressure to make you warm, protected. Exhaustion creeped into your bones, the buzz of adrenaline slowing ebbing away and leaving you with an aching chest and wrist and head. Twisting your body, you turned into Jamie’s chest, a hand lifting up and balling Mako’s shirt into your hand, a silent thank you for being there. Of course you would talk with them later, but for now you were simply glad that they had been there for you, that they had saved you.

#Anonymous #Overwatch #Junkrat #Roadhog #Junkrat x reader #roadhog x reader #Poly Roadrat #poly RoadratxReader #Abuse #Physical abuse #Mental abuse #Emotional Abuse #mako rutledge #jamison fawkes

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grogusmum · 1 year ago

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lookit these great fics!! thanks to @insomniamamma for tagging me. It's no easy thing to pick favorites and you're right J they ebb and flow.

Hechizado (Javi G x OFC) Kelly is an American witch aboard. After her farmiliar goes missing she meets Javi and when he becomes hopelessly in love with her she worries she may have accidentally put a love spell on him! Hijinx ensue.

Seven Tears (selkie!Ezra x f!Reader) After her fisherman husband abandons her, Reader summons a selkie in her loneliness and despair. All the stories of Selkie romance are bittersweet things and often end in heartbreak. Will things with Ezra be different?

In Which, I Go To My Very First Day of School, or Dad Leaves Me With A Stranger and A Bunch of Random Other Kids, But It Could Have Been Worse As told, by Grogu Djarin the summary is in the title folks!

Oberyn's Merling (Oberyn Martell x gn!merling!Reader) Oberyn comes upon a magical glade within an impossible forest, finds you, a lovely merling, and becomes quite smitten.

Conversations with Dead People (Frankie Morales x OFC) Frankie and his wife meet after a difficult separation.

@lavenderursa @firstofficerwiggles @writeforfandoms @mandoblowmybackout @bunniesofsteel

Give your own work some love ya'll, if you see this you are tagged!💚

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤

Ohhh this is fun! Thanks for making my Monday morning, anon! 🤍

(even though this is like picking favorite children 🫢 so these have and will change in order over time)

Recovery Road (dieter bravo x f!reader) - one of my more thoughtful pieces, it feels like a culmination of many years of reading and writing for fandom. can't believe its gonna be over soon 😭

Just One More Thing (javier peña x f!reader) - an on-going series where I dump all my 70s criminal vibes into one character who is hopelessly in love with Javier Peña. I tend to be overly angsty in my head, so the humor in this is a nice change of pace.

i am touchin', i am grabbin', everything I can't be havin' (dieter bravo x f!reader) - first fic i wrote for the ppcu and despite its length, it remains one of my favorites!

the hush of the very good (Midnight Mass) - where i got to trauma dump my southern catholic ptsd into a fic about fucking a vampire priest into redemption

a brief, fragmentary, and most imperfect record of specters few have seen (Magic in the Moonlight) - the 1920s medium fic my heart always wanted.

gentle and loving reminder that if you followed me for Pedro Pascal blorbo fic, I've moved all of that content to @chronically-ghosted and will be posting new fic only there!

Now for my favorite part, tagging some amazing writers!

@trulybetty @avastrasposts @sp00kymulderr @morallyinept @mrsquill @theywhowriteandknowthings @pr0ximamidnight @suzdin @iamskyereads @astarkey @julesonrecord

(that's more than five but i want to shower you all with praise!)

#self love #fic recs #javi gutierrez #din djarin #grogu #ezra prospect #oberyn martell #frankie morales

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firebirdsdaughter · 6 years ago

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Okay...

... Stress reliever.

Let’s overanalyse the Ryusoulger episode 3 preview (+images)! ^^

Well, let’s at least ramble about the pictures?

I’m gonna cut it here, though, bc this is gonna be a long post. (Also, I do talk about a short summary for ep 4 I saw at the end--it was just a one sentence summary, though)

First off!

Lookit the boys! XD Banba’s being all majestic, and it looks like Touwa’s trying to be cool. Well... Maybe trying a little too hard, bc there’s another preview image that has a larger shot of this scene...

Touwa, honey. Don’t climb on walls. Get out of the bushes. Anyway, onward to the rest of this scene!

Okay. So. This is pretty self explanatory. Clearly, the brothers show up and intercede in the fight against Medusa. But the thing that stands out to me here is that I don’t see Kou in this image. Could be he’s off screen, as in this preview image...

... He’s shown fighting with the others. However, this appears to be a different location than the one in the other image. Which becomes clearer if we look at this preview image:

No Kou. Melto and Asuna appear to be in the same positions as the first image, and we can see a wall similar to the one Touwa was standing on in the earlier image as well. This seems to be them talking after the brothers have driven Medusa off--Touwa looks like he’s being a little obnoxious, to boot, as well. Oh, honey. Anyway, it looks like, while the trio do all fight Medusa together at some point, Melto and Asuna end up taking her on w/out Kou, as well; that also makes the above image of all three fighting Medusa difficult to place in the timeline of the ep. Uncertain if this is the first time they meet the brothers--given the body language in the first images, I would hazard a guess as to yes.

Bc this is gonna have too many images already, I won’t be including the identifying close ups of the brothers, but it looks like they also com from this scene. There’s some shots in the preview and pictures of the brothers fighting the Druidon which also appear to be from this scene.

Speaking of chronologically, though, I think this scene would probably come soonest after the above:

Touwa, don’t poke at things you find on the ground w/ your sword. That’s dangerous. Sorry, Ui, I was trying to make a joke. DX Anyway, this looks like a recipe for misunderstanding. Maybe it’s denial, but I don’t think there’s enough context to know what’s going on here. Could very well be Touwa’s just trying to see if she’s conscious or something. Though I would feel better if he didn’t do that w/ a sword. Not sure how Ui ended up in the same place as the brothers, though. Maybe she followed them? After finally locating the other Ryusoulgers, it’s likely the trio didn’t want to lose track of them--alternatively, Melto and Asuna informed Kou, and Ui found out from him when he got overexcited. Or it was just a coincidence. The preview does show her collapsing into Asuna’s arms, but that’s hard to place in the timeline, again. My guess is that Kou, or all three of them, follow either the brothers or Ui and came in at the wrong time. Looks like a great first meeting for everyone.

I put that scene as being next chronologically, is that Ui is wearing the same clothes as in the preview image where she’s hugging her father--which also includes a blanket and couch we see in this:

Given everyone’s placement and the fact that Banba is holding his RyusoulKen, I suspect this moment comes after--possibly immediately after--that preview image of Kou holding Banba’s arm. And, in all likelihood, these:

Moments come after that as well. Not sure in what order, though. Looks like the top one, at least, is definitely the same room as the first from another angle. The third one could be as well, but I’m not really sure how that shelf Banba is leaning on would have avoided notice until now. Anyway, tensions are clearly rather high, to say the least. Even Kou’s upset, though Touwa seems fairly relaxed, esp in that last image. Banba’s judging everyone, but he seems to have been doing that all episode, so that’s nothing new.

What I’m guessing is that the brothers agree to let the trio try to beat Medusa before they try anything. I’m still assuming there’s some level of poor communication, here--probably mostly on the brothers’ end bc Banba’s too grumpy to communicate, esp w/ people as happy and cheerful as these three, and Touwa seems to be pretty uncommunicative in his own way, too. Given their established reluctance for teamwork, seems likely they’re being difficult and it’s not helping their case much. ^^ And possibly coming off as scarier/meaner than they actually are (though that’s probably intentional on Banba’s part).

There’s shots of 3Knights fighting Medusa, the aforementioned Asuna catching Ui--and a shot of Kou and Melto transforming w/out Asuna, which could be happening at the same time as the latter.

One shot that does interest me in the trailer--which isn’t actually in the YouTube version--though, is this one:

This could be the brothers talking to each other--Banba is focusing on Touwa, but the way Touwa is looking over his shoulder makes it seem like there could be a third person. Maybe that hooded person from the end of last ep? Or maybe they’re talking about that guy and Touwa’s just double checking they’re not being watched? Alternatively, it could be someone else entirely. Also could be this is them arriving at the city early in the episode. Or it could be them discussing what happened at the end. There’s no way to tell when this takes place.

Also, my impression has been that the boys didn’t know about the other three? So maybe they only come across them by accident, or the hooded person tells them? Admittedly, we don’t know that the hooded person knows about the trio, either, but I wouldn’t put it past them to have found out and we didn’t see it yet. Maybe they were hiding just off screen or in plain sight? Who knows.

In conclusion, the brothers seem to be very guarded, direct, and rather extreme. My guess is that they suffered something very similar to what the trio did before, and are just reacting to/coping w/ it in almost the opposite way. I doubt they’re gonna have a Sentai hero or heroes actually try to murder an innocent person--or, at least, they’ll make it clear that they couldn’t actually go through w/ it, even if they say they could; and they’re definitely not going to have them actually want to do so. I will concede that I might be in denial. But I do also think that, given that the tag for ep 4 is Kou trying to make friends w/ them, it’s very doubtful they’re going to go that far. I mean, Kou is a big hearted, lovable dork, but I find it unlikely he’d forgive anyone he thought would be actually willing to kill an innocent person--meaning that, despite clearly clashing w/ Banba a bit, he’ll have to come to the conclusion that they’re good guys by the end of the episode. So...

Anyway. Digital red bean paste buns for anyone who actually read all of this nonsense. I really wish the week would got faster I’m excited for the next episode, and I’m really curious now--I wanna know what hooded person’s deal is, and what the brothers backstory is.

Still gonna cry when we finally get the full ‘five swords of justice’ speech and full-team henshin. Bc I am a big baby. XD

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Episode 2: In Another Country

I hope everyone stays hydrated, whether or not they’re currently suffering through summer! I’ve got my set up all prepared (with the tissues and pillows being the most important, but that’s preference). Hope everyone else is comfy as we start episode two!

We’re gonna need it.

Looks like we’re jumping right in. OOF. Ibe’s face ruins me. He’s so worried about Eiji. Someone needs to hold my hand, my heart hurts and I’m already prepared to cry everywhere.

None of this was ever supposed to happen, Charlie. Just save Skip and Eiji --just save them, Charlie. Save them.

Ibeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Your decision to cover American gangs will bring you so much heartache. So much. Q AQ

Not even half a minute into the episode and my boy Shorter makes an appearance. My heart. Look at that lighting... the glow... the colors. Oh my god, just slay me with the colors. Hnnnnnnng. Also: three motorcycles. I am secretly hoping that Shorter’s just casually commandeering Ash’s since Ash rudely yoinked his away. I can dream, can’t I? Disappointed how they cut out some of Shorter’s insightful dialogue, but time constraints, I understand.

Shorter, your gut is very spot-on.

Seriously, Mappa could just murder me with these gorgeous backgrounds. Look at the attention to detail. I know this is a hostage situation but let’s take a moment to bathe in the beauty that is this (old, abandoned) scenery. Aaaaah.

And here is Arthur, trying to look intimidating and ominous by hiding in the shadows, but he’s sadly overshadowed by everything else. As usual. Is anyone else impressed with all the effort that goes into everything? I’ll try not to wax lyrical but look at all those gang tags and planks left around, the cracked tiles and the smudges --someone had to draw that.

Everyone knows it’s a trap, Arthur. You’re clever, but you lack a certain degree of self-awareness and ability...

but do keep talking. Your only positive point is your smooth, buttery baritone. Nice. I will enjoy your villainous monologue. It will match your laughably stereotypical evil ‘do.

Truly, subtlety isn’t your strong point, Arthur.

Also, lying. But please, lie more.

Eiji and Skipper together is my favorite thing. Skipper is this tiny, determined ball of controlled kick-ass. Eiji is utterly out of his depth and looking around curiously because boy, Japan wasn’t like this!

These two cuties. Please.

Fuck ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooff.

PUNCH HIS FACE IN!!!

*WILL SMITHS THIS SCENE* I have so many feelings, I have so many things I want to scream about, I want to dissect just how much this one line underlines the differences between Ash and Arthur despite the fact there are plenty of superficial similarities between the two and I just --HNNNNNNG. *clenches fist* I HAVE FEELINGS AND THEY ARE STRONG.

Skiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip. Eiiiiiiiiiiiiiijiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii. So many props to Eiji for staying relatively calm in a frankly terrifying situation.

Skiiiiiiiippeeeeeer. *STRANGLED DYING MANATEE NOISES*

*INTENSE SOBBING* SKIP, YOU ARE TOO BEAUTIFUL, YOU PRECIOUS STARCHILD. HE IS SO PROTECTIVE OVER EIJI. MY HEEEEART.

Why are you such trash, Arthur????

EIJI’S FAAAAAAAAAAAACE. SAAAAVE HIIIIM.

I’M TOO EMOTIONAL, SOMEONE FUCKING HOLD MY HAND ALREADY!!!

You didn’t even lose your fingers. You just have some scars. Talk about disproportionate retribution???

Oh my god there’s an actual opening segment, I thought they were forgoing it altogether because 19 volumes in 24 episodes, but I guess not. I wasn’t ready. I wasn’t prepared. Aaaaah.

Seriously, the background???? I’ll try to keep the gratuitous snapshots to a minimum. I’ll try. Honestly.

I think from now on I’ll start all my Nanner Fish Liveblogs with this.

Why does this break my heart. (No, don’t answer. Just leave me to wallow.)

Beautiful juxtaposition. Also, rude. I love that lighting through the trees, though. Q AQ

*HYSTERICAL SCREECHING* MAPPA, Y’ALL ARE THE RUDEST ASSHOLES TO EVER ANIMATE AND I AM SO OFFENDED, EVERYTHING HURTS, NOTHING IS MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN THIS, LAY ME TO REST.

Yut-luuuuuung.

WHY MUST MAPPA BE SO CRUEL AND HURTFUL.

GOSH, THIS IS GORGEOUS. MY HEART. WHY DO THIS TO MY DELICATE BABY HEART???

Guys, guys, guys. Look at all that gang tagging. SOMEONE HAD TO DRAW THAT. THE COLORS MAAAAN. Also: Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing.

FUCK OFF. I HAD TO STOP FOR A BIT. JUST. WHY. FUCKING WHYYY.

MAPPA YOU BASTARDS.

Every.single.fucking.time, Marvin.

*high pitched distressed noises*

Ash, you beautiful, sassy smartass. PLEASE BE A LITTLE LESS SASSY.

My heart.

Just call him Florence Nightingale.

*more strangled high pitched noises of distress* I wish Ash wasn’t so right.

THEIR SLEEPING POSITIONS. SKIIIIIIIIIIP. EIJIIIIII. MY HEART.

SERIOUSLY PUNCH THAT FACE IN.

Oh my fucking god. I thought he was just a random new mob character, but he’s that dude who looked exactly like Charlie!! The first time I read Nanner Fish I was convinced Charlie was a mole because of him!!!

HE ALSO LOST THE PORN ‘STACHE. CONGRATULATIONS. YOU LOOK SO MUCH BETTER. A LOT MORE INTIMIDATING.

I totally went off-topic. The topic being: Marvin is gross, the scum of the earth, and should be punched a lot in sensitive places.

Thank you, Skip.

I am the worst person, I’m sorry, because I spent this entire slow pan up Ash laughing hysterically. This is secondhand embarrassment at its peak. Pffffft.

Ash, please.

Poor Eiji. Pffffffffffffffft.

Marvin, you are honestly dumber than a bag of bricks. Beautiful wounded gazelle gambit, Ash. I love how Skipper is jumping with excitement, cheering Ash on, and Eiji’s holding himself like he needs protection from the latent gross that emanates from Marvin constantly.

*side whispers* This is it.

The turning point.

*blows kisses at Mappa* GORGEOUS.

I’m breaking things up a bit since I’m just. Full of feelings. Eiji making a decision, inspired by Ash. Skip automatically assuming Eiji’s making a Last Stand, because that’s what he is: a fighter to the last.

But Eiji is a civilian, and he doesn’t fight the way Skip does.

And this is beautifully animated, and it definitely shows Eiji’s resolve and determination... but it bugs me.

Because they gave one of Eiji’s lines to Skip.

They turned a line that showed Eiji’s determination, his acknowledgement that he could severely injure himself --could even cripple himself --but he was willing to bet it all on a chance, and made it into an argument Skipper has against Eiji’s Hail Mary decision.

And I hate it.

I really love the soundtrack they use, though. Nice.

How the cat fell in love with the bird.

Seriously, look at those colors? Look at that rainbow effect while Eiji’s in the sky. The textures. *sends all the kisses Mappa’s way*

Eiji... what about your bleeding. I mean, yes, run for help, but also: what if you pass out before you get help? A quick tourniquet, please!

He did indeed. It was beautiful.

Shorteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeer.

HIS TINY SATISFIED SMIRK.

I AM TOTALLY UNBIASED. IT’S NOT LIKE I LOVE SHORTER A RIDICULOUS, LOPSIDED AMOUNT. WHAT LIES ARE YOU SPREADING. *cries* I just love Shorter so much.

More smartphones trying to save the day.

And again. No more phone booths!

Seriously, I suspect I will forever be smitten. Muwah. Gorgeous. Muwah Muwah.

Finally! Plotty things! And why automatically suspect Ash, Charlie?? You trusted him enough to let him near civvies but you automatically suspect him when Golzine’s up to something sketchy?

Oh, Ibe. You’re gonna have white hair soon, Eiji is gonna make you worry lots.

I know you are, Eiji. Q AQ

Nice, thank you Mappa! Now I know Eiji’s A pos. (Or AB pos.)

*wounded hippo noises* THEY ARE SO LOYAL AND DEDICATED TO ONE ANOTHER. SKIIIIIIIIIIP. AAAAAAASH.

CMSDKLFMLDSF. SOMEONE SAVE SKIIIIP.

Beautiful. The best part about Shorter and his garish colors is that you can always pick him out of a crowd. <3

I didn’t mention it last time, but I’m so happy to see Ash’s crew! Hi Aleeex!

Just casually taking snapshots of Shorter being awesome. That’s not a crime. I swear.

BONES! I think. I forget. I get their names mixed up. 8( Where’s the other one? You can’t be Ash’s power trio with just the two of you! (I guess Shorter’s there too. Q vQ)

Totally just took this screencap because I’m basically an embarrassing parent who likes to show of their kid. Lookit Shorter. Isn’t he awesome?

Nooooooope.

Nooo, no no no.

Marvin you idiot, Golzine said alive. Your Papa Dino? Remember him?

Nooooope.

For fuck’s sake, noooooooooo.

SOMEONE FUCKING KILL MARVIN FIRST.

Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. SKIIIIIIPPER. Q AQ

Skiiiiiiiiiiiippeeeeeeeeeeeer...!!!!!!!!!

KILL HIM.

Ash, what black voodoo magic did you do to get that car going??? You didn’t turn or put in any keys, you certainly don’t have the fancy electronic keys on you. What the hell? Did some lazy mafia asshole leave their fancy electronic key in the damn car?

ASH STOP LEAVING SHORTER BEHIND FOR FUCK’S SAKE!!!

I love how this implies the cops are on good terms with Shorter.

Shorter, did you even tell them where you were heading??? You’ve got a smartphone now!!! Use it!

Shorter...

Because you were stupid enough to shoot Skipper. All you had to do was not shoot.

CMLKSDFMLDSF. DINOOOOOOO.

Because people aren’t pets, Dino!!!!

Trust your instincts, Ash! Turn back!!

He honestly deserved worse.

Ash....

*sigh* I’m so smitten. That’s gorgeous. (Sorry, Ash.)

Jenkins and Charlie will believe you, Ash! But...

Obligatory corrupt cop Evanstine won’t let them help you. This is his jurisdiction. 8(

Oh, Jenkins. Charlie. You’re gonna regret it...

Another asshole who deserves his face punched in.

Is no one going to dress Ash’s wound? It’s still Eiji’s tourniquet there. It’s gonna get infected you shithead.

Fuck oooooff.

Oh look, someone who needs to slip on a pickle, fall, crack their head on the counter, and die face first in their own piss. That’s you, Evanstine!

Please. Die horrifically.

Ash... Q nQ

Please don’t take it personally, Jenkins... Skip just died in his arms... he was framed for murder... and a scumbag just ambushed him with his past...

Cmkalsdmfklsadf. DINOOOOOO.

We’re so blessed, guys! So much plot this episode!

Charlie... don’t do this. Please... don’t.

Oh, Charlie. You’re so earnest. You’re still so pure. Q AQ

And Ash... takes after his middle name. He is jaded. He knows better. He knows Dino. How do you indict someone with so much money, power, and influence? He has judges in his pocket!

And Charlie...

And an intermission from my previous thought because boy howdy am I still swooning over these gorgeous visuals. *blows even more kisses Mappa’s way*

Back to my previous train of thought: ...Charlie can’t give up.

Ibe’s face, though. It’s the face of a dad going “son, could you please stop putting yourself in dangerous situations I’ve already gotten fifteen new grey hairs and I’m only 30 please don’t do this to me.” Poor Ibe. That’s exactly what Eiji’s gonna do.

Charles Dickinson: Poster boy for Not Givin’ Up, We’re Taking Dino Golzine Down the Right and Proper Way, Just Believe in Us Ash!

Noooooo, not with the emotional blackmail, Charlie! (Besides, as much as I love Ash, preeeetty sure Eiji was incidental. He was chasing after Skip, wasn’t gonna let Eiji, an innocent civilian get caught in the crossfire of a gang war, and at no point did he risk Skip’s life. He contemplated his own, but never Skip’s.)

What a cute bird. Q vQ <3 <3 <3

*clutches chest* Eiji. Why.

Skipper... you will never be forgotten.

DAMMIT WHY IS NO ONE HOLDING MY HAND??? I NEED EMOTIONAL SUPPORT.

THE FUCKING ART DIRECTION. CMKSLDMFOWEMFDSLF. MAPPA NEEDS TO BE ARRESTED FOR MURDER. MY MURDER.

It’s okay, Eiji, I wouldn’t be able to, either... Q AQ

Seriously, how is that even remotely legal????

Fuck Golzine and his connections. Fuck him with a power saw.

*intense feelings about later volumes and how this relates to both Ash and Eiji* CMSKDLFLSDFJLSDJFOEWIMSFD. *strangled dying manatee noises about foreshadowing*

*lies on ground, emotional and useless*

Hnnnnnnnnng, that’s just gorgeous. Ominous, but gorgeous. u 3u <3

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaand prison wardens are also in his pocket. Seriously, Charlie, do you not see why Ash is the way he is?

There’s also a brand new ED, but I’m seriously emotionally drained after the OP and Skipper... It doesn’t really have anything particularly foreshadow-y or relevant that my dead soul can see. It’s lovely and a nice end to an emotionally charged episode. I’m going to just quietly cry into my pillows now.

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