#(And then aside from that just eventually went)

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Other than lead singer, what is mc's role in the band? Are they the "face" of the band? Asking because since Zima is better (think like Maneskin's Damiano) and also a lead singer, wouldn't that make mc unnecessary or even replaceable, in a way?

Nonnie, I thought we went over this! I think I'm just going to refer to Fleetwood Mac from now on, because they're a great example.

But first, Zima isn't better. Zima is different. Zima complements, NOT replaces. MC is very much the face of the band, even though Zima will join them for real eventually.

Okay so. Bands with more than one lead singer work for a reason. Here's four of my favorite songs by the band Fleetwood Mac:

Rhiannon, written and lead vocals by Stevie Nicks. Genuinely one of the most beautiful, mystical songs I know.

Everywhere, written and lead vocals by Christine McVie, a song that's utterly romantic and peaceful and heartfelt without being boring. This is the song that really got me into Fleetwood Mac.

Go Your Own Way, written and lead vocals by Lindsey Buckingham. This is my favorite breakup song, and the way he basically shouts out the chorus is so powerful and wows me everytime.

The Chain, written by and featuring the vocals of ALL FIVE members of the band. Probably their most popular song ever and the one they typically opened live shows with, iirc.

These songs each mean so much to me. I wouldn't want to miss ANY of them. And Stevie Nicks, who is my personal favorite and to this day has TONS of die hard fans, also "only" ever did vocals (aside from occasionally adding tambourine parts). I can't imagine for the life of me anyone disagreeing with Stevie Nicks as a concept. I don't know why some of y'all think singers working together means one or more becomes "expendable".

Music is art, not a production line where you have to add X parts for a finished product.

[creatingblackcharacters]

here's a threefer if that's okay, all from Codename: Kids Next Door (early 2000s cartoon network show about kids with wacky technology who fight against adult tyranny)—since their stories are pretty well intertwined, and i can't really talk about just one without including the others here's Numbuh 5/Abigail Lincoln, one of the 5 main characters (Sector V of the titular Kids Next Door organization). she's the voice of reason and the "cool" one of the group.

she's the one who holds the group together most of the time, and has great leadership skills—though she refused to be the official leader of Sector V due to an Incident when she was younger. at the end of the show, though, when the actual leader Numbuh 1 leaves for space, he requests that she become the leader of the sector again. she accepts, and eventually then goes on to become the Supreme Leader of the entire KND. love to see a girlboss winning!!

she also has an adventurous side—there's an arc where she goes on various treasure hunts for rare, mystical candies, and i think that's hella cool.

then there's her older sister, Cree. (yes, named after Cree Summer! she voices both her and Abigail.)

cree is a recurring villain—a teenager, one of the natural enemies of the KND. what's unique about her compared to the other villains is that she used to be a member of the KND herself, before betraying the organization on her 13th birthday and escaping "decommissioning" (the process through which all KND operatives have their memories of the organization removed when they turn 13, i.e. are no longer kids).

aside from being just as cool and skilled in combat as her sister, she and her sister have an incredibly compelling dynamic. back when she was a kid, she and numbuh 5 used to be good friends and partners in adult-tyranny-fighting. in fact, 5's signature hat used to be cree's, which she gave to her out of pride for 5 having completed her second mission. in the present, though, their relationship has done a complete 180˚. they're at each other's throats constantly, now that cree had grown into the very type of person she used to be fighting against, WITHOUT memory alteration to boot.

...or so it seemed. in the episode OPERATION: VIRUS when cree was infected with the KND's "unpoppable zit" virus on the night of her prom, 5 actually went to lengths to get the antidote for her because even she thought it was "too far". in 5's words, "you may be my archenemy, but you're still my sister."

so yeah! they actually still care about each other deep down. aughhhhhh. this is just a headcanon but i imagine that to numbuh 5, her hat is a reminder of the good days when she worked together with cree. perhaps she holds on to it as hope that they can reconcile someday? idk

and finally, here's numbuh 9/Maurice. he was also on abby and cree's team back in the days.

his episode literally made me cry, man. it's focused around his 13th birthday and his decommissioning, which everyone in the KND is tearful about since he was one of the greatest and most beloved operatives in the organization's history. seeing him going from a cool kid operative, dedicated to his organization's mission, to an average, kinda dickish teenager was a bit heartbreaking when i watched it at first

one thing i love about this show is how it's a satire of the childhood experience and the pains of growing up that imo is best understood by ppl who've actually gone through it. the trope of decommissioning, as well as the whole conflict between teens and kids, really hammers in the pain of the end of childhood and how fast things change for you as you grow up. how so many decomm'd operatives had unfinished business that they never get to finish. in real life it's like, there was a moment when you put down your favorite toys or hung out with that one childhood friend for the last time, but never knew it was the last at the time. it's so tragic and juicy aughhhh. a line numbuh 5 says to cree during this episode illustrates it best: "you're a teen...maurice's a teen...soon i'm gonna be a teen...why keep fighting it"

however, it turns out he wasn't actually decommissioned! but rather he kept all his memories and was brought on as a secret undercover teen operative, thanks to all he accomplished while he was in the KND. no one is supposed to know about this except the highest of the higher-ups in the KND, but he trusts numbuh 5 with this info thanks to the bond they had. so he continues his legacy as a heroic figure. i really, really love his character, his dynamics with both numbuh 5 and cree (the latter of whom he pretends to ally with and date), and all the show's themes he represents.

also fun fact he's voiced by Khary Payton, who also did Cyborg from Teen Titans!

Hot Chocolate loves this show, so imma pass it off to him. Though first imma say that I do remember how as a kid I was shocked that it was allowed for your character to have your real name lol, I always thought that was so groundbreaking and taboo. Like aww! Her name is Cree, and so is her character! Now to him:

Hot Chocolate: SOMEONE GETS IT. These three black kids had me ready to join KND, kick butt, and steal ice cream. Numbuh 5 was my favorite! Always cool, and a fantastic leader. I forgot about her becoming supreme leader though, so you know what that meeeeeaans- time for a rewatch. Anyway, her relationship with Cree was so interesting and sad like come on, we were homies! It doesn't have to be this way! 😭😭 Especially because even though Cree was "evil" my young self has a crush on her 🤣.

Anyway the commentary on growing up and becoming old and boring caught me for a while, so I made sure I had as much fun as I could. But then they showed Maurice's episode and I was ready to take on the world. Anything to remain a cool agent of the KND. That being said everyone should give that show a try, it's old but still funny. Think I'll start it again for the Eleventynth time

[dropsnectar]

Pollen and Potions: Bee-men x afab!reader

PART SIX

NSFW

Well. More bond mating smut. And yes, their will be more parts. And more smut! Anywho, enjoy~

Rena stared down at your bare breasts, eyes full of curiosity and interest. You leaned back into Lyiths chest, his hands moving in front of you, trying to fiddle with the buttons of your jeans. Rena smirked down at him, before reaching over with her second pair of hands and unzipping them. Lyith pulled you up, positioning your hips enough so that Rena could pull your pants off, leaving you in a pair of white panties with little bottles on them. ‘Honey’ was scribbled on the jars and you cringed internally. You had bought a bee themed panty pack a week before you had moved into the cottage. 

Rena examined your undies before throwing back her head and cackling. “What a strange garment. I wonder if it tastes as sweet as its labeled.” She took one of her hands and traced around the edges of the underwear with her fingers, achingly slow, then reaching down to the start of a wet splotch that had seeped through the fabric. Just as slowly, she rubbed back and forth against the splotch, tracing the opening of your lips. She laughed again, then took some of the slick collected on her finger to her lips.

She blinked up at you with big eyes. “They were right. Sweet as our best batch of honey.”

Your core churned with heat, her gaze making you clench around nothing. Lyiths hands moved from your waist up to your breasts, tracing little meandering lines on the skin. The sensation made your nipples perk and Rena watched them with introgue.

It occurred to you that this must be a very new experience for them, considering they were not fully mammalian. Rena used the pad of her fingers to trace around your areolas, and up the tip of your nipple, making you quiver. The skin on her first pair of hands was rougher, and it felt incredibly good. She pinched your nipples experimentally. Her other hands roamed your happy trail, down your stomach to your hips. Lyith continued to message the skin of your breasts.

Lyiths head was leaning over and into your ear. He blew into it experimentally and as you breathed out a moan came with it. All the attention and the fact that three pairs of hands were groping your body was incredibly titillating. You were getting wetter under their eyes and your sensitive nipples only made things worse. Your core pooled molten, and you felt yourself heat up.

You had never felt so open and on display, the fact that their was no door to the room making your tensions tighten. Any minute someone could come in and see you bare and moaning. That is, if they didn’t feel the wave of your lust from the hallway.

“We are all that matters right now.” Lyith breathed in your ear, putting his lips to your neck and biting down. You groaned at the shock and the sweetness of it. You could feel Lyiths growing need against your ass. Rena leaned down and started licking and nipping the skin of your breast, eventually making way to your nipples, causing you to shake. 

She noticed, and started to play with them in tandem. One of her hands had pushed your panties aside and started tracing up and down your slit. You mewled as she traced over your clit and she stopped.

She then, slowly traced over it again and, saw how you went limp. You were not able to do anything but feel sensation.

“Oh, is this a place you like, little Queen?” She purred, starting to rub it with vigor. You cried as she started to play with it, making different shapes and taking breaks to trace down to your entrance and back up again. Fuck did it feel good. You wondered if Bee-men women had clits and you looked down, surprised to see that while she did have a slit, something was starting to peak out, a long, girthy something. It had bumps and ridges, a shape you had never seen before. 

She noticed your attention shift and cooed at you.

“See what you do to me little Queen?” You felt her push her mind to yours, her rich heady arousal filling your head. You joined her and you felt her smugness at your obvious need and lust. Something about sharing your mind with her made you more sensitive, and you started moaning louder as she rubbed you and played with your wetness.

You could feel it, a sudden magic being worked and she brought one of her hands to her mouth, taking two fingers deep into it. She then pulled them out, slick and glistening under the light, then reached them down to slowly pump into you. She worked the liquid into your twitching walls, exploring. Behind you Lyith murmured praises and groaned as he humped himself into the crevice between your asscheeks, sliding around the Bee-men equivalent of precum. You didn’t see him, but his length felt long. You wondered what it looked like, when suddenly, a strong shot of warmth, like lightning started to take place between your walls.

You were a trembling shaking mess, and if you had felt needy before, your were practically desperate now. You felt a sort of fuzzy sensitiveness in your walls, a feeling adjacent to need. It was strong, and demanding, and you could barely see with how much you needed something to be inside you. You started humping into Renas hand, sliding up and down against Lyiths length as you went. All blushing, and embarrassment gone, you needed to be fucked. Right then. Right now.

A part of you knew it was Rena’s magic. She was painting more and more of this magic saliva along your walls, seemingly trying to cover every inch of it. You whine loudly into her ear, and bit her shoulder hard in frustration. She giggled at you.

“I have to do this properly if we want this to take, little one. Now keep your mind and your legs nice and open for me.” She whispered. You were sweating profusely now, the sweat on your back and chest making their fur damp in the process.

Rena’s hands continued to pump into you, angling just the right way to make you grunt and drool. Your inside was so incredibly wet, you bet the squelching sounds could be heard from the hall. Your release was so close. You were so close. You felt another nip on your shoulder as Lyith came, his voice a beautiful song. You could feel his eyes flutter along your skin, and that knowledge sent you over the edge too. You rode out the wave of blinding heat as Rena leaned down to kiss you. 

Her tongue licked at yours experimentally before completely claiming your mouth like she had your cunt. Her saliva was sweet and tasted of her magic and she continued to feed her own need for release, a need to be touched and fuck and to be fucked all inside your head. Her saliva wasn’t just an aphrodisiac, it was pining her magic to you, her mind to you, everything that she was, it was all over your insides.

She finally adjusted you, putting her girth up to your hole before murmuring a chant that sounded like a mix between human and the buzzing texture of her purrs. Her mind was full of want, of instinct and devotion.

“I give my body and mind to you. I claim you as my Queen, to serve until my mind turns quiet and my wings beat their last beat.” 

If Rena had ever been serious in her life, it was at this moment. Your gazes locked and opened yourself to her completely. You would accept all of her. Every flaw and piece.

At that moment, she pushed into you, all of her in one swift motion. You both groaned out, your minds a landscape of white sparks and fire. She started pumping, her ridges dragging deliciously against your walls. It was good thing she had prepped you, because her girth was formidable. The friction left you drooling as she fucked you dizzy. You felt like goo, barely able to keep your head upright from how intense the feelings were.

She had not just entered you physically, but you could feel herself attach to some incredibly intimate part of your mind. The harder she pumped, the more she connected and you knew she would never leave you. 

As your second orgasm started to build, you felt it. The last nail to the wall, to mount her to you forever. If you drilled it in yourself, you would be her queen until your last days. You felt a piece of her tense in worry. A scared vulnerable piece of her. She had given you everything and if you rejected her now, she would never live down the shame, never be able to take another queen.

You took all of her in your mind, cradled her as close to you as possible, and pushed the two of you over the edge. In that moment the two of you cried out, heat and pleasure crashing through your mind and forms. 

She filled you with her warm cum, your dripping cunt taking every inch as she pumped you through your high. Your hearts beat as one in that moment, and you stayed like that for an impossibly long time.

When the two of you came down, you collapsed into each other. You rolled over, her dick soft, inside you. Lyith made a happy trilling sound and sculpted himself to your back, purring and humming in a sing song way. He was actually singing now, in a celebratory tone. 

Rena could only purr and trill happily, her eyes foggy as she put her hand up to push back your damp locks.

You leaned into her touch, sated and happy. You could feel her bond in the back of your mind, next to Lyiths. You had to admit to yourself, now that the need was starting to recede, that this was a scary situation.

Your Lyith and Rena had put their lives in your hands, to heal or hurt, to command, or to reject. The power was all yours. 

“Everything will be alright. Anything scary, we will deal with it together.” Lyith breathed at you. Rena, still coming down from her high nodded, making her same trilling noise. It conveyed an emotion you didn't have human words for. It was ajoy of being seen and accepted. Of being whole. It was a vulnerable, sincere love being conveyed. You leaned over and kissed her. 

You slowly pulled her girth out of you, causing her to groan and wrinkle her nose. You turned to Lyith and kissed him as well, before laying on your back and sighing. 

I totally am going to freak out when I fully process this, you thought to yourself, before relaxing your consciousness into the embrace of sleep.

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Stanford’s Favourite Drop Outs

sam winchester x fem!reader

2.3k | fluff

summary: you didn’t expect sam to up and leave school like that. you also didn’t expect to follow along and join him and his brother in hunting monsters. but that’s just how life rolls sometimes

it had been only a week since sam left college to be on the road with his brother, and you were starting to get antsy.

you’d met the younger winchester on the first day of classes, finding the freakishly tall man sitting alone on a bench while awkwardly nibbling on a sandwich. he seemed interesting, and you really didn’t have any friends at the moment, so you decided to go and sit beside him.

his name was sam, and he had gotten into stanford on a full ride scholarship in hopes to become a lawyer. you were quite fascinated by his achievements. albeit so was he when he found out you got in for chemical engineering.

the friendship you two shared blossomed from that moment, leading to a quiet night in your second year when sam sheepishly asked you to be his girlfriend. since then, you two have been inseparable. best friends who shared kisses and had a love for each other so deep, most people assumed you’d two would end up getting married.

that night last week, when the noise of someone creeping in through your’s and sam’s window had you stirring in your sleep and clutching a baseball bat while sam went and checked it out. the last thing you expected was for sam’s mysterious older brother dean to be right in front of you, not even trying to hide his wandering eyes on your chest.

while the brothers talked, you could sense some hostility, and you had a nagging feeling that sam was going to come back to you with information you weren’t going to like.

were you ever right. for when sam pulled you aside and explained he promptly had to leave with dean, you were inclined to push past your boyfriend and berate his brother on why leaving the state before an important interview was the stupidest thing one could ever do.

but sam promised you he’d be back, so you let him leave. kissing him on the cheek as you watched him descend down the stairs away from you, away from your little bubble the two of you had created.

two days turned into three, and three eventually turned into a week. you weren’t mad per se, you were just confused on why sam deliberately missed his interview. so you called him, and when he explained that he didn’t know when he was going to be back, that’s when you started planning.

you two called regularly, and when he slipped up and mentioned that him and dean were in some small town in massachusetts, your plan went into motion.

packing up all the clothes you could manage and cramming into your small, 2000 honda civic wasn’t what you had planned for pre exam season, but it would just have to do.

if you were being honest, chemical engineering just wasn’t doing it for you anymore. sam clearly wasn’t going to come back to finish his schooling, so what was the harm in following along?

the drive from california to massachusetts was brutal, but after multiple motel rooms and a questionable looking gas station in kentucky, you finally made it. spotting dean’s chevy impala in a diner parking lot almost made you burst into happy tears, relived that you made it and you were going to see sam again.

walking into the diner, you immediately spotted dean and sam sitting in a booth close to the back. sam was facing away from you, so as you got closer to the table, dean looked up and caught your eyes. his own bugging out of his head in shock.

what the hell were you doing here? how did you even find them, and why were you wearing two different shoes?

sam saw his brothers incredulous look, and turned around to catch a glimpse at whatever had him frozen in his seat. the second sam’s eyes fell on you he almost fell out of his chair.

“hi sammy!” you practically cheered, sitting down and squeezing into the booth beside your boyfriend. you couldn’t help but notice the look of pure shock on his face. was he not happy to see you? no, it was probably your hair. you hadn’t brushed it in almost 24 hours and it looked like a rats nest.

laughing aloud, sam reached over and wrapped you in a tight hug. bringing his face into the crook of your neck for some semblance of comfort. “holy shit Y/N, what the hell are you doing here?” you instantly hugged him back, relishing in his comfort while simultaneously trying to escape dean’s prying eye.

“yeah Y/N,” the older winchester started, grabbing a fry and munching on it as you turned to look at him. “what are you doing here? how did you even find us?”

his question was valid, so you answered him honestly. you explained how the knowledge of sam not coming back rained down on you, so you decided to come along for the ride. when sam asked what you were going to do about school, you explained your lessening lack of interest in your major, and how making random chemical concoctions was just going to be a hobby now.

reaching over and taking a sip of sam’s water, you smiled at both of the brothers as you wondered aloud the thought that had been racketing around your brain all week. “so, what are you guys doing here? i know sam said you guys ran a family business, but i never found out what it was.” the two men gave each other a look, almost having a conversation with their eyes. it made you nervous to say it lightly, looking between the two as you started biting on a hang nail. “what’s wrong?”

nervously laughing, sam reached over and grabbed your hand, squeezing it oh so lightly. “we should probably get back to our motel room.”

“so monsters exist, and you have been killing then your entire life. i just thought your dad ran a sketchy marketing scheme.” your stunned words had dean barking out a laugh, moving to the mini fridge to grab a beer and pass it over to you, which you accepted nicely and took a massive swig of.

already sitting beside you on the bed, sam gently stroked his hand up and down your back trying to calm you. “i know it’s a lot to take in honey, but just know all i want is for you to be safe.” you weakly smiled at him, almost instantly dropping it at his next words. “that’s why i think you should go back to california, continue your studies.”

quickly standing up, you placed yourself directly in front of sam’s vision. crossing your arms and attempting to make the most intimidating look you could muster. “are you fucking kidding me! i’m not leaving here unless you drag me out kicking and screaming.” you noticed dean awkwardly take a slow sip of his beer, but your boyfriends older brothers antics were the least of your concerns right now.

“i want to keep you safe.” sam started, standing up and towering over you. “this isn’t something i want to tangle you up in, and i would feel better knowing you are back at school finishing something you have worked so hard for.” he had put on his most lethal puppy dog eyes, but you weren’t going to fall for his charms, you were stronger than that.

huffing out a breath of air, you tilted your head so you could look sam straight in the eyes. “i made this decision sam, all by myself! i wanted to drive two goddamn day’s to see you again, i decided to quit something i started losing interest in to be by your side. going back to school and knowing you won’t be there is possibly the worst thing i can think of. so please, let me join you and your brother, and i swear i won’t mess anything up or get hurt. i will be careful.”

your small rant had sam stood silent, and had dean momentarily pause lifting the beer bottle to his lips. this is something you wanted, and sam would be completely lying to himself if he told you that he didn’t want you around.

gently brushing strands of your hair behind your ear, sam softly kissed your forehead as a boyish smile took over his face. “okay fine. but i am not giving you a gun and that’s final.”

the following hour, you and the brothers stood in front of an abandoned house, a shot gun with rounds of salt perched in your hand. sam huffed the whole time, telling dean that it wasn’t necessary for you to be wielding that thing. but dean just waved him off, telling his brother that he’d rather you handle a gun then get knocked on your ass.

sam explained to you that there was a spirit you guys needed to kill. but with the person being cremated — therefore no bones, you had to go and figure out what object it was latching onto.

walking into the run down home had a chill crawling up your spine. the musty smell in the air had you lodging a gag in your throat and you were pretty sure a rat just scurried past your feet.

dean motioned for you and sam to check the up stairs, so you followed your boyfriend up the rickety planks of wood which you were sure would give out underneath both of your guys’ weight.

as you followed sam into one of the bedrooms, you swore a chill danced in the air. which was strange, for you swore you were just warm a second ago. but your confusion turned to shock filled horror as the spirit of a woman came floating through the walls.

matted hair in a ponytail with a blood stained dress, this seemed to be your ghost. you couldn’t believe what was in front of your eyes, and sam nearly shit himself when he turned around to see you stood frozen with an angry looking ghost prowling towards you.

“Y/N! shoot!” he all but yelled, watching as you snapped out of whatever stupor you were in and raised the gun. your form was god awful, but sam didn’t care as your aim was pretty damn good.

your hands were frantic, trying to get your fingers to squeeze the trigger as the gun lurched towards you. when you swore the ghost was about to strike, the loud sound of the shot gun going off pierced your ears while the impact of the shot almost had you reeling back.

the ghost went up in tiny wisps of smoke, leaving you reeling as the aftershocks of what just happened finally set in. “holy fuck!” you exclaimed, holding the shot gun in one hand as the other clutched your chest. “that actually just happened, holy shit.”

feeling sam squeeze your shoulder, he followed up with a quick pat as he turned back to look for anything of importance. “don’t worry, that’s exactly how i reacted when i shot a gun for the first time. granted i was ten, but it’s okay.”

“what the fuck, you were ten!” sam didn’t even have time to answer your question as dean yelled from downstairs that he found something, having the two of you promptly leave the room as you went down the stairs to find dean.

he had acquired some old looking locket, deducing that it matched up with the story that him and sam had read on the ghost earlier today. with a quick shaking of salt and a garnish of lighter fluid, the locket was in flames, leaving you, sam, and dean to conclude that the ghost was gone forever.

the drive back to the motel was quiet, having a heavy silence hang over your small trio even as you all shuffled into the motel room. dean announced that he was going to shower, promptly leaving you and sam alone.

he followed you as you went to sit on the bed again, hands falling to your lap as you thought back to what the hell just happened. two days ago, the thought of ghosts and vampires was something you believed to be fake, a thought someone came up with that was portrayed in buffy the vampire slayer.

but it was all real. and your sam, sweet sam who cried when you two watched the notebook for the first time, fought them all his life. you couldn’t believe what your world had come to, but knowing that you were spending to with sam was enough to ebb some of your worry.

the feeling of sam’s hand on the back of your neck broke you out of your thoughts. he had slowly started playing with your hair, twirling the strands in between his nimble fingers.

his ministrations stopped as you leaned into his side, wrapping your arms around his waist in a feeble attempt at a hug. he didn’t hold back in wrapping one arm around your waist and cradling his other hand on the back of your head, resting his chin on your shoulder as he breathed in your familiar scent.

“how are you holding up?” his question came out soft, almost as if he didn’t want to break the atmosphere you two had created. all you could respond back with was a mumbled fine, not having enough energy to articulate full sentences.

you felt sam breathe in air, pulling back from you soon after and letting his hands find the curve of your cheekbones. “i will always be here for you sweetheart, always.”

his words had you feeling safe, knowing that even though fighting the supernatural wasn’t ideal, you still had sam by your side.

smiling up at your monster hunter boyfriend, a thought quickly came to your head which had a short laugh coming from your mouth. “look on the bright side. at least we can both tell people we’re stanford drop outs now!”

sam couldn’t help the genuine laugh which spilled from his lips, having him shake his head and place a quick kiss onto your lips.

“trying to look for the good in the bad. aren’t you, baby?”

“you know it!”

[maddieandangel]

Had a weird Hollow Knight-related dream a couple days ago, so I decided to draw a major scene I remembered from it dgsgshf

More context will be in the tags, for those interested!

[excadrill]

anyway i have a doctors appointment today can someone hype me up (<- scared of doctors)

[izzy-b-hands]

Putting on last year's trans rigs stream from Drawfee before i have to get ready to go out with my mum and her bf today (bc i have the worst feeling in my gut he's gonna make that An Thing for me if given the chance today, aka whenever i eventually need the restroom while we're at Mystic)

[beeseverywhen]

Still makes me so mad that the hospital stole my teeth when I was too out of it from the anesthesia to fight them on it. I grew those! Just because they turned on me and I needed them out of my body, doesn't mean I didn't want to keep them.

[scattered-winter]

I really wish my mom would just fucking. respect the fact that I have no desire to be religious and that I don't know if I ever will be because it feels like she's subtly trying to convince me to come back and idk. I just kinda wish she'd respect the fact that I don't want to have anything to do with it

[perereiii]

Some notes on the infodump doc for Qiu Tian for the people who like to read

Cǎixiá (Cuh-eye she-ya), the sunset fan. It brings good or bad luck depending on how much it likes you. Also used by Qiu Tian to bend the seasons*. It has a surprisingly sharp edge, and can be used for slicing in a pinch, but is better suited for attacking pressure points when shut.

*Changing the seasons entirely across the country(? possibly fantasy-ified China but I don’t think it’s ever stated) takes an impossibly large amount of spiritual energy, thus, doesn’t happen. QT can easily do a small area, like from an array. The size of a city is manageable, but a strain. The size of a kingdom (such as Yong’an or Banyue) would wipe her out for at least a few days, and wouldn’t be done as effectively as the previous two. She can affect the temperature of the entire country, but not by much. Without Caixia, everything would move back by one, as it’s a means to direct otherwise chaotic and purposeless spiritual power (i.e. small area takes a strain, city would wipe her out, etc).

They fully gained the God of Season’s title the following winter* when they helped ease the burden and damages of Mt Tonglu’s eruption**, bringing a normal winter earlier than initially expected. However, the title was with them the moment they ascended. The caravan they travelled with, upon learning of their ascension, worshiped them as a god of seasons and luck; for under their watch, the snow had rapidly increased and decreased, and despite the numerous deadly situations, the caravan escaped with zero casualties.

*When they ascended, their devotee growth was minimal, and other god’s (primarily those in the middle court) laughed off her abilities. After proving her strength by returning seasonal activity and temperatures to normal despite the volcanic ash cooling the world, she was finally recognized as the God Who Tamed the Seasons.

**As far as I remember, Mt Tonglu never erupted to seal the kiln in canon, but I’m changing it for this. The one in the kiln at this time would be He Xuan.

[chuluoyi]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 . . . 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ! — masterlist

you are the picture-perfect empress of eastern empire… until your husband the emperor, zen’in naoya, demands a divorce! but you won’t take this lying down . . .

genre: 18+ suggestive content—minors do not interact!—kinda ooc, slowburn, angst to eventual fluff, marriage of convenience, heavy pining, mentions of infidelity, infertility, misogyny, pregnancy, explicit smut, childbirth, curses

note: inspired by and taking some elements of manhwa remarried empress

more: emperor gojo | emperor naoya | official fanart | ko-fi

status: completed

:: 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 ::

001 — 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 ! in which your husband suddenly casts you aside for his expecting mistress… but you won't be dethroned just like that, because the newly coronated western emperor, gojo satoru, sets his sights on you! and thus your revenge against your ex-husband begins...

002 — 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐒 ! in the wake of your scandalous divorce, you fall into the arms of emperor gojo satoru. for a while, you believe you have found love… until it becomes clear that your new husband is scheming behind your back! love, marriage, divorce… are you doomed to go through this path the second time?

003 — 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 ! the path of love is never easy for you, be it now or back then. love, pain, betrayal and tragedy — you have been through them all. after all is said and done, you just want one chance at happiness. so will your second marriage be what you always want it to be, or will it be one last heartbreak you have to go through?

:: 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ::

you — empress of eastern empire. formerly a noble lady from an acclaimed clan and then made a crown princess of eastern empire to marry your childhood friend, naoya

gojo satoru — emperor of western empire. previously known as the "cursed prince" for being blind during a period of his childhood. for the longest time, he has been in love with you

zen'in naoya — emperor of eastern empire. your first love, crown prince naoya, wasn't the spiteful emperor who divorces you during the 5th year of your marriage, but the throne seems to shape his ambitions the longer he sits there. has he loved you all this time, you ask? dunno, only he knows

hanabi — naoya's mistress. your head maidservant ever since your marriage to naoya, she is actually compliant and doesn't seem to hold any malice against you. she bears his child, and elevated to the rank of royal consort

geto suguru — the duke. a neat and proper person, emperor gojo's peer, confidant and voice of reason. gojo claims he names his messenger cat (sugu-chan) after him out of love and respect

ieiri shoko — the countess. shoko, geto and gojo went to the imperial academy together, which is why she's so casual around both of them. after marrying gojo, she becomes your lady-in-waiting

:: 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐒 ::

prequel: how sugu-chan the cat came to be

empress confronting hanabi (takes place in all hail the empress)

duke geto and the empress’ paintings: part 1 | part 2 | part 3

the empress’ dress visuals

behind the scenes: untold tales

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[piratefalls]

upon whatever number rewatch this is at this point (3? 4?) i just clocked that adalind actually looks uncomfortable when she’s flying to vienna at the end of season 3. like she’s telling herself, on repeat, “it was for my baby” while also not feeling good about the thing she did. she’s trying so hard to justify it to herself but she can’t even make herself fake a smile. she’s not proud. she’s a desperate mother who wants her child back and will do whatever it takes to accomplish it.

[howcouldmuffin]

Beneath the Betrothal.

After the engagement was announced, and you realized that waiting was no longer the right path, you decided to start anew.

PAIRING : Jacearys Velaryon x Fem!Reader

WARNING : NSFW, Targaryen incest, Non-canon, SMUT, Sex Content

AN : This is the first fanfic l've written. I apologize if there are any mistakes. Please feel free to give me any feedback. Love.

please be kind to me English is not my first language.

Many years have passed since your father Viserys announced the betrothal to Jacaerys, who although your nephew, is older than you. No one in House Hightower was pleased with this news, except for you.

You were raised differently from your siblings—the youngest daughter born with your father’s expectations. He had you share the same wet nurse as Jacaerys and your older brother Daeron. You grew up with the Velaryon family, witnessing the differences between your eldest sister Rhaenyra and your mother Alicent.

Although you had been friends with Jacaerys since childhood, the words that everyone kept telling you “that you would marry him” filled your mind with dreams. You fell in love with him, but you knew that he didn’t love you the same way. He was a charming young man, a gentleman with honor, admired by all. Many were fond of him. The prince of the Seven Kingdoms.

When Rhaenyra ascended to the throne, everyone swore oaths of loyalty and service to her without question. Many lords came to pay their respects to the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. Jacaerys was appointed as the heir to the Iron Throne, and your betrothal was announced once again, but it was never mentioned again after that.

At first, you thought it was just a matter of waiting for things to settle down before the important ceremony would take place. But as time went on, you began to question it, and eventually, you found the answer. It was Jacaerys who requested that the wedding be postponed. You were shattered by this news—it hurt as though your heart had been broken into pieces.

There have been months of silence and unspoken words between you and Jacaerys. Even the gatekeepers of the Red Keep are aware of the situation. The whispers and rumors have started to grow louder—some say the prince already has someone he wishes to marry, or perhaps he dislikes his betrothed because she is a Hightower. None of the answers bring you any truth.

But it has made you realize that waiting is no longer the right course of action. It’s time to start looking for potential suitors from great houses. Soon, there will be a grand event at the Red Keep once again—the second-year anniversary of Queen Rhaenyra’s reign. Nobles and knights from all over the realm will gather here. It could be a good opportunity to find a new way forward.

“I wish to see my queen.” you said to the knight guarding your sister’s chamber door. They nodded slightly and stepped aside to let you enter.

“Your Grace.” you said as you entered the room, immediately curtseying to the queen. “If it pleases you, I have something I wish to discuss.” Rhaenyra paused her writing and looked up.

“Sister.” she said, rising and walking towards you. “What is it you wish to speak with me about?” The queen gently led you to a nearby sofa and lightly took your hand.

“I’ve come to talk about my betrothal to the prince.”

“If you’d like to discuss how you’d like the ceremony to be arranged, or if there’s anything additional you’d like to request, you can speak to me directly.”

“No, Your Grace. I… I wish to call off the engagement.”

“Oh, dear, why would you want to cancel the betrothal? Have you found someone you prefer?”

“No, Your Grace. I just think it might be better if the prince and I were free to choose someone we truly like and love.” Rhaenyra laughed softly at your words. She raised her hand to cup your face, gently turning you to look into her eyes. You lifted your hand to hold hers in return.

“Listen to me, dear. There’s no one more suited to be the next queen than you. Don’t let others’ words sway you.”

“I’m sorry, Your Grace, but I truly wish to call off the engagement. Please, I ask you to consider it.” You gently moved her hand away from your face, holding it firmly in yours.

“If that is what you desire, I will take it under consideration. But I ask that you think it over once more, my dear.” After expressing your wishes, you moved to embrace your sister, always understanding her no matter what.

Before long, the grand celebration was in full swing, with people gathering to offer their congratulations to their queen. Today, you woke up much earlier than usual. You were an integral part of organizing the feast—the floral decorations, the guest list of important attendees. You were determined to ensure that your sister’s special day would go smoothly.

The dress you wore today was long and red, with an off-the-shoulder design that revealed your neckline. It was beautifully embroidered with golden patterns around the dress. Your hair was partially braided and pinned up, with natural curls left to fall gracefully. You glanced at the necklace on your vanity table—the one Jacaerys had given you for your birthday many years ago. In the end, you chose not to wear it, opting instead for another necklace that matched your dress just as well.

“You look stunning, Princess.” your handmaiden remarked as she finished styling your hair.

“Thank you. You can leave now, I’ll take care of the rest myself.” She curtseied and left the room as instructed.

You slowly turned to the mirror, gazing at your reflection for a moment before preparing to head to the feast. By now, your mother was likely waiting for you. But as the door closed behind your handmaiden, you sensed someone else was in the room.

“What were you thinking, trying to call off the engagement?” Jacaerys spoke, his voice sharp. He was the last person you wanted to see right now. It was the first conversation in months that left a lasting impression.

“Prince.” you greeted him with a curtsey. “I just thought—” He stepped closer to you, so close that it nearly took your breath away. He looked angrier than you could ever remember seeing him.

“Is there someone else you’re in love with?”

“No, Your Highness.” you replied.

“Let’s go. The others must be waiting for us.” he said, lifting one arm. At first, you weren’t sure what he meant, but then you placed your hand on his arm.

Walking into the feast together might be normal for a married couple or an engaged pair, but it felt strange for the two of you, who hadn’t exchanged a meaningful word in so long. As you entered the great hall, you could feel the eyes of many upon you and your betrothed.

Everyone stood to pay their respects to you and their prince, creating an odd pressure on you. Jacaerys looked every bit the heir to the Iron Throne today. His attire included a cloak with a pattern matching your dress, likely arranged by Rhaenyra.

When you reached the queen’s table, you both bowed to the highest authority in the realm before going your separate ways. He sat beside his brother Lucerys, while you took a seat next to your brother Aemond.

“Beautiful dress, sister.” Aemond’s comment was more likely a tease than a compliment.

“Thank you, brother. I think it’s lovely as well.”

The feast began after Rhaenyra’s announcement, and the music started to play. People began to dance in the center of the hall. Conversations with your siblings took place, and although they didn’t think highly of your betrothed, they chose not to voice any further objections.

“Would you like to dance, sister?” Daeron, your youngest brother, asked. Why not? He was as renowned for his looks in the family as you were. Although you hadn’t grown up together much, he was the second person you consulted about your betrothed, after Helena.

With the music playing, you and your brother enjoyed the dance. As the Westerosi-style dance continued, many people joined in with you. Dancing gave you the opportunity to talk with a variety of men. Some were genuine friends, but most had other intentions beyond mere friendship.

“I think it would be the greatest mistake on your part to let her go.” Rhaenyra said to her son, who had been staring at you intently, prompting her to speak up.

“What are you talking about?” Jacaerys turned his attention to his mother, confusion evident on his face.

“You know very well what I’m talking about.” she said, meeting his gaze. “If you don’t truly care for her, then let her go. She deserves to find someone who truly loves her.” He remained silent, not responding, and merely finished his drink.

He stood up from the table and left the feast abruptly. With so many people in the hall, no one seemed to notice the prince’s departure. Now, Jacaerys was at a loss, angry with you for reasons he was struggling to address. He was searching for a way to make you pay for what you had done to him.

Once the door to your room closed behind you, you had just returned from the feast. Separating yourself from the men had left you quite exhausted, and you were eager to take a relaxing bath.

“Did you enjoy getting close to other men who aren’t your betrothed?” A familiar voice spoke up. You were startled to hear him, Jacaerys was sitting on your bed, glaring at you with a reprimanding look.

“How did you get into my room?” you asked, and moving closer to him. “When did you ever care that I’m your betrothed?”

“I’ve always cared about you, but what I know is that you haven’t shown any interest in me.”

“No interest, you say?” You stepped closer to him and leaned in. “I wouldn’t be asking to postpone the wedding if I didn’t care.”

“I care about you!” he shouted, making you jump. He had never acted this way towards you before. He stood up and approached you.

“And wanting to postpone the wedding means you don’t want to marry me, doesn’t it? What are you trying to say? If you hate me, just say it, Jacaerys Velaryon. I will not tolerate your mind games any longer.”

“You don’t understand me.” he said, stepping closer. You backed away in response. “I want you to be ready, ready to bear my children. If we marry, producing an heir will come first, and I know if you were to become pregnant too soon, it would be you who would leave me.”

With no space left to retreat, you and he were face to face. He placed one hand on the back of your neck, holding your gaze, while his other hand gently caressed your face.

“Listen to me. I have always loved you, and I will continue to love you until the day I die. You are the only one who makes me feel like myself, who I constantly long for. You will be the only one by my side.” His eyes, looking at you, were so beautiful.

“May I kiss you?” he asked.

You didn’t respond but immediately leaned in to kiss him. He kissed you back without hesitation as well. Both of you embraced each other as if you were missing warmth from one another. The taste he gave you was sweet and surprisingly addictive. He treated you with reverence and gentleness.

The physical connection between the two of you came together quickly as if drawn by opposing magnetic forces. You and he slowly walked towards the bed. Jacearys gently lifted you onto the bed and stood beside it. Both of you looked at each other for a moment before he slowly began to remove his outer shirt.

“Don’t tear my clothes.” you said, seeming to have less patience than him. You slowly removed your dress, leaving only the sheer undergarments. He chuckled softly and leaned down to kiss your neck, moving from your collarbone to your chest, your stomach, and the center of your body.

“Do you want to stop?” he asked. “If we stop now, you might not regret it.” He ran his finger along the waistband of your underwear, the small piece that was covering you at the moment. He kissed your stomach again, followed by your collarbone and neck.

“We’ve come too far to stop now.” you said. “Please, my prince.” You placed your hand on his hair, marveling at its natural waves. The prince slowly removed the sheer garment that covered you

“You are so beautiful, perfectly suited for me.” he said, kissing your chest. His other hand gently squeezed it, leaving the imprint of his fingers. He nipped at your nipple and licked it slowly. Your desire surged, and you craved even more.

He slowly used his hands to remove your small panties. Soon, heaven was revealed before him. His hands parted your legs, and he leaned down to taste the sweetness between your thighs. His nose brushed against your clit, driving you nearly insane.

You moaned, "Please, my prince, I need more." You were now very wet. Jacearys, undoubtedly aware, playfully teased your little cunt with his tongue, and the lewd sounds echoed throughout your bedroom.

“What do you want, beautiful?” he asked, using his other hand to play with your erect nipple.

“I want you, Jacearys.” you moaned again. He fuck you with his fingers in your sweet cunt. His fingers pushed deeper inside you while his mouth licked at your clit.

“Who do you belong to?” he murmured, then turned to mark your thigh instead.

"I am yours." you breathed heavily. "Yours, Jacearys." Soon, your moans rose again, your body convulsing slightly as it tightened around his fingers.

"Look at what you've done to me, how hard it is." He slowly took off his pants, showcasing his erect state. He stroked it once or twice and then slowly entered.

"Oh, fuck." he moaned. "It's so tight." He stayed inside for a while and then gradually moved his body so that you wouldn't feel pain.

“Such a sweet cunt” He kept accelerating his hip rhythm, the impact sounded all over the room, wondering how someone was guarding the door of the room today, he knew what you and our prince was doing.

The time that passes each minute is precious to you now. You feel that you are very sensitive even if it is just a little touch. But you can't deny how much you like it every time you feel him in your own body.

“I'm very close.”

“At the same time”

White drops also dripped out of him. He pushed himself deeper into you. The moans of the couple said very well. He cum inside of you, your irregular breathing and he touched each other's skin.

He leaned down to kiss you again, sweeter than ever before. His hair fell down around you, creating an incredibly seductive scene. One of your hands gently caressed his cheek. You needed nothing more when he was by your side.

“I am yours, and you are mine, Whatever may come.” He whispered

“I am yours, and you are mine, Whatever may come.”

[basslinegrave]

thought of an idea... a story or something..anyway ryoto realizing his feelings for kannei only after his death and then somehow figuring out dimension travel (no idea for that yet but if we take orochi, theres gotta be Something) and going to a different dimension where hes still alive (each game featuring them would b a diff dimension) and this could go many ways like, either he sees the other ryoto just despises him, so he has a chance or better, he notices the other ryoto likes his kannei which could be like oh well a life lesson dont mess with this it was meant to happen you missed your chance Or going further and he just wants him, he would try to kill the other ryoto fhfhfg but the best would be him wanting to kill the other kannei cuz if he cant have him, the other cant have him either

i also just want to see the different versions of him interact and realize their positions thru each other. like feelings and stuff. ngl if i could write i could do just like ryoto sees kannei dye in his dreams but it could just be a look into a different dimension, then thru his dreams he connects to his other self and realizes what he has left and what he can lose (cause hes nothing without kannei, yes he can come to terms with it but its ultimately where his story ends as well. like he doesnt continue on, and as sad as it is i feel like another strong wave of depression would catch up with him.. if they built onto his friendship with sonken then maybe you get that, but they dont really do it? once his dad, ryomo and kannei all die, theres nobody else for him.. with his pessimistic outlook on life, what to expect except an end?)

[kings-highway]

pre-relationship bullshit haikyuu teams probably had to put up with before various ships managed to get their shit together

daisuga probably was really annoying with like small/petty jealousy, like a girl would hit on one of them and the other would be standing behind their back making faces about it and mocking it and everyone else on the team just has to put up with it. and then theyre all overly sweet to each other to make up for the petty jealousy or some odd version of "winning them back" after the flirting event and the team is rolling their eyes *so hard*

i think asanoya is so annoying bc nobody can convince Asahi that Noya likes him. Like full stop. Eventually someone pulls him aside and is point blank like "Noya said he has a crush on you ask him out" and Asahi is just like: "Haha he was probably joking" and just leaves the scene. Like the absolute refusal to believe it from Asahi combined with Noya's classic teen boy inability to be sincere means that even after theyve both been told they somehow still havent gotten together??? how long is this going to take???

tsukkiyama probably ruins everyone's week the week before they get together bc one of them *saw* a confession letter stuck into the other's bag and absolutely went (emotionally) off the rails for the days leading up to them discovering it was for them.

I am fully of the camp that iwaoi start dating before they label it/make it official so the whole team is screaming like "PLEASE HAVE A CONVERSATION ABOUT IT" meanwhile Oikawa is saying "we just went on a few dates and kissed a few times it doesnt mean anything" and Iwa is in the background shouting "yeah I dont wanna be anyone's boyfriend that's lame" and then they wander off to go eat dinner together holding hands and the team is left in frustration because ALL they talk about is how theyre *not* in a relationship.

for bokuaka its mostly just Bokuto pestering every goddamn person he knows for like 4 months asking "do you think Akaashi likes me?" or "do you think he'd say yes if I asked him out?" and then one day making Konoha *snap* when he says "I need to tell you a secret" and the secret is that he has a crush on Akaashi as if nobody had known that

with ushiten I imagine Tendou was probably really obvious with his crush/interest but in like a very casual "not taking myself too seriously" kind of way so he's comfortable openly flirting, and Ushijima, against everyone's expectations, doesnt seem to mind the attention but is still who he is, so the whole team just has to put up with the most INSANE interactions. Like Tendou walks into the locker room and cat calls him and Ushijima just replies with a formal "thank you" and Semi is contemplating slamming his head in a locker. There's like 12 months of this.

okay okay but I think arankita is *very classic* in that Aran compensates for his crush by over-supporting Kita. so like the whole team gets super annoyed bc Aran wont risk disagreeing with him, is always offering to do extra work, is generally just sucking-up really badly and the twins suffer the most for this bc Aran used to just ignore their antics but now he's super annoyingly on them all the time to try and impress Kita

kuroken is a little different. Yaku asks Kuroo every single day if he's asked Kenma out yet. Lev asks Kenma if he has a crush on Kuroo every chance he gets. Fukunaga gives them a wink when they leave practice to walk home together. This is the only pairing in which the team is the irritant pre-relationship and then post-relationship everyone loses interest and moves on.

I'd include kagehina but once again the entire goddamn show is everyone putting up with them flirting so whats the point.

[liketolaugh-writes]

Bruce looking past the fact that (recently adopted) Danny is a powerhouse and recognizing that he has other skills also. <3

Danny is a STEM kid and just as brilliant as his sister, you cannot convince me otherwise

Danny gave Bruce the handwritten list of powers in the morning. Bruce stared at it over his cup of coffee, then gave Danny a flat, somewhat disbelieving look. Danny shrugged sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Sorry,” he said, perching on one of the stools. “I can point out the ones I don’t use if you just want to work on the ones I do. At least I have an idea of what needs improving with those.” Alfred gave him a cup of coffee and a plate of bacon and French toast, and Danny smiled at him. “Thanks, Alfred.”

“We’ll have to prioritize your training,” Bruce allowed after a moment, frowning down at the paper. Dick leaned over to look and whistled. “But all of these will be addressed eventually. You should have at least a moderate grasp of every tool at your disposal.” He looked up. “You intended to work in the lab today, correct?”

Danny nodded, playing with a strip of bacon. “I’ll probably spend most of today making a big batch of phaseproof coating,” he said. “Then I can experiment with mixing it with paint and maybe coat some of your spare weapons in it? That should work for the bo staff and escrima sticks, maybe a set of brass knuckles. But I’ll need to make a different solution for the edged weapons.” His mind wandered, thinking of how he could adapt what he knew of the Bats’ gear to work against ghosts.

“Who’re the brass knuckles for?” Dick asked, raising an eyebrow at Danny. Danny flushed and shrugged.

“Batman,” he said. “You don’t really use a weapon, right?” Bruce grunted. “But phaseproof cloth isn’t something my parents ever really figured out. I can work on it, maybe, but I thought brass knuckles would be an okay compromise for now.”

“Hn.”

“Good thinking,” Dick praised with a smile. “It’ll be easy to add to the utility belt too. Should we ghostproof my main set or a spare?”

“The main, I think, if you’re okay with it,” Danny said, tilting his head thoughtfully. “You probably won’t even notice. But the edged weapons should all be spares. Ecto-treated metal tends to glow.”

“Not great for stealth,” Dick nodded. “Whatever you think is best, baby spook. We have the resources.”

“You’re hyper-specialized,” Bruce noted without inflection, sipping from his coffee. Danny winced.

“Sorry,” he muttered. It was easy to forget that all this was pretty useless outside of Amity Park. Bruce shook his head.

“It’s not a problem. But we’ll need to diversify your skillset. Your talent for chemistry and engineering should expand beyond ectoscience alone.” He studied Danny contemplatively. “Higher education might be beneficial, perhaps a PhD.”

Danny’s eyes went wide. “What? I’m barely passing high school!”

“I had Casper High send over your transcripts,” Bruce said. Danny flinched. “You had a B+ average in middle school, with a particular bent for math and science. You also participated in several advanced extracurriculars, including a junior astronaut program, space camp, and competitive robotics. Further, you clearly have a comprehensive understanding of your parents’ work, which eludes both the Justice League engineers and JL Dark. You had these talents prior to acquiring your powers, and it would be a waste to discard them in favor of your raw combat ability.”

Danny stared at Bruce, open-mouthed and speechless. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d considered even the possibility that he could have a future outside of his hero career.

“…Do you think I could do that and be a superhero?” he managed after a minute, quieter than he’d meant to.

Bruce nodded sharply. “Most Justice League heroes maintain a career outside of heroics,” he reminded Danny, without even sounding like he thought Danny was an idiot for asking. “Aside from myself, there is also a Pulitzer prize-winning journalist, a museum curator, a forensic scientist, and a fighter pilot.”

Danny had known that on some level, but it had always seemed unreal. Practically a myth. “When am I going back to school?” he asked, hardly able to believe that he was suddenly looking forward to it.

“At the beginning of next semester,” Bruce said. “Your parents’ trial should be completed by then. I assume you don’t want to be announced publicly until that happens.” Danny shook his head fervently. “You may need to complete some make-up classes online, but we can discuss that next week.”

“Thanks,” Danny said sincerely. He was talking about a lot more than his re-enrollment.