#(also i hate how i now become irritated by things i believe to be good solely because christians agree with that)

[newtwithinternet]

metaphysical intoxication + atheism ocd is such an iconic combo

[restinslices]

Bi-Han As A Dad (fluff edition)

I’m currently writing a fluff one shot of Bi-Han as a dad, but with the world being boo-boo, I thought why not drop a few headcanons I have until it’s done. Enjoy. (Also I love this gif).

It’s very easy to paint Bi-Han as someone who would be a terrible and strict dad

We not for that over here tho

Is Bi-Han strict? Absolutely. But he’s strict because he wants his kids to be focused and become the best warrior they can

Bi-Han cuts his kids fruit and leaves it outside their rooms if they’re sleeping

He genuinely believes they can succeed at whatever they want to if they try hard enough

Do not ever let his kid get bullied. I swear to y’all this man does not care that hitting kids is frowned upon

Or the parent gotta run him the fair one

Either way, that shit is not sliding

Bi-Han has nicknames for his kids

I don’t see them being smth like “oh my little boo boo cake”, but smth like 小天使 (Little Angel) or 小战士 (Little Warrior)

I got those from google so I’m HOPING they’re not wrong-

Since he’s the oldest brother, he has experience caring for younger people when they’re ill or injured

He’s still Bi-Han though, so he’s talking shit the whole time

“You never listen to anything I say. I just speak and you don’t listen. I said wear a jacket”

He keeps mumbling things as he’s making soup. His irritation and need to parent is clashing

“爸爸 you don’t have to-“ “shut up”

If his kid is affected by the cold more than he is, he takes that into account and gets them actual winter gear

Bi-Han 🫱🏻‍🫲🏾 Black parents - getting pissed off when they see kids without a coat

Kids get hyper fixated on stupid shit and while I don’t think he’d listen to every little thing, he’s definitely a pro at pretending he’s listening

“爸爸 is the moon following us?” “Yes and it’s going to eat you if you misbehave”

Okay maybe that’s not fluffy but it’s funny

Is it manipulation to use a child’s mind to get them to behave?

“爸爸 do you think the tooth fairy will come tonight?” “If you clean your room. The tooth fairy likes clean kids”

Mansplain, Manipulate, Murder

Murder is not towards the kids obviously

Imagine a kid just running back and forth and Bi-Han is watching

He’s not stopping them. Go ahead and tire yourself out

Gives his kids very blunt advise, which is dickhead-ish, but he has good intentions

“He broke up with me!” “Some relationships are not meant to be. No point on sulking”

Dad I get it but I’m hurt right now

Thankfully, he doesn’t raise those little monsters that tear up shit constantly and are assholes to everyone

Bi-Han 🫱🏻‍🫲🏾 Black parents - seeing a kid acting up in public and telling their kid “I would’ve beat your ass if you did some shit like that”

How is this situation circling back to me?

On the real though, Bi-Han is not a perfect father but he for sure tries his best. He has a lot of hiccups because he’s not used to being in tuned with his feelings and the feelings of others, but he’s trying. I don’t see his kids ever feeling genuinely hated by him or like he doesn’t like them

They’re not Tomas-

[iris-qt]

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐

☾ ʀᴇɢᴜʟᴜꜱ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

☾ ʙɢ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ: ᴄʟɪᴄᴋ!

☾ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ | 2ᴋ

☾ ᴀ/ɴ: ʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏꜱ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘᴏʟʟ (ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴇʟʟ, ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴘᴏʟʟꜱ).

☾ ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ʀᴇɢᴜʟᴜꜱ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ. ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴄʜᴏꜱᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴇɴɢᴀɢᴇ ɪɴ ɪᴛ. ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ, ʀᴇɢᴜʟᴜꜱ ᴍᴇᴇᴛꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴀʀɴꜱ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ.

Silly, foolish love.

Regulus seemed to be surrounded by the atrocious thing as love was in bloom at Hogwarts. Valentine’s Day was slowly approaching as February rolled in, blanketing the castle in fresh snow and an air of romantic anticipation.

And Regulus hated it.

He stalked up the endless stairs with his lanky legs to reach the rotted wooden trapdoor that led to the stuffy Divination room. If only the crystal ball would tell him how to drop out of this useless class mid-year. Walking in for the 2nd semester of the year, he saw the little magical name tags Professor Trelawney had enchanted were scrambled.

New seats.

Just fucking wonderful.

He’d gotten used to sitting next to some short, sniveling boy with bad acne and thick glasses. Such a simple, mutual understanding of silence between them. 

Regulus made his way to his new table at the back of the class. At least he could think clearly as he wasn’t seated right next to Trewlany’s five sticks of incense. Leaning over, messy black curls falling over his tired eyes, he peeks at the name on the tag next to him…Y/N. 

The new girl.

He’d never spoken to her but she didn’t seem particularly irritating, so perhaps this would be fine. 

You walk in, one of the last students, and as you take a seat, Regulus notes you smell like the fresh pines of the Forbidden Forest. Not to mention you had a pine leaf stuck in your sweater. His keen detective work led him to the conclusion that there was more to you than he had originally thought. Rather than a wallflower, you were hiding something in those focused eyes.

Those focused eyes that were now trained on him, lighting up as you gave him a little wave.

Regulus nodded in acknowledgment and turned away, letting you know he wasn’t one for small talk in case you hoped to engage in it.

The planets must’ve not been aligned in Regulus’s favor as the topic of today’s class was palm reading; particularly the line that represented love and future relationships. All in the spirit of Valentine’s Day, as Trelawny put it.

She chose the wrong holiday to become festive about.

The thing is, Regulus didn’t believe in love. He believed love was a choice. A choice he tended to avoid. He had made the decision to not get involved at all. Relationships only bring drama and heartbreak and he wanted none of it. None. Of. It. 

Also, his awkwardness welcomed zero aspects of any love, so perhaps he was slightly salty about that.

When the palm reading commenced, you turned to him, flipping your textbook to the correct page.

“It looks like the heart line is right above the head line.”

He raises an eyebrow. “But where’s the head line?”

You smile as you gently take his hand in yours and trace your finger over his heart line on his pale palm. Maybe it was a sensory issue, because his heart stopped and then started racing one thousand beats a second. It was probably just because of nerve endings leading to his heart, right? Basic human anatomy.

“Hm…I’m picking up a vibe…seems like your life shall be…” you look at Regulus, eyes wide for dramatic flare “...full of smiles and hugs! Merlin! Whatever shall you do?”

Regulus can’t help but crack a smile as he attempts to hide it with a disappointed head shake. 

“And here I thought you’d take this seriously.”

“I am dead serious, Black,” you drain your face of emotions as you stare blankly at him.

He can’t help but let out a stifled laugh as his heart picks up again. This cannot be good. He must be sick. Flu season, right?

Regulus recovered from his supposed illness by the next morning as he woke up early; washing himself with ice cold water to maintain his control and balance throughout the day. The air outside was crisp and the unrelenting chill of winter was chasing the occasional snowflakes that decided to fall. 

Perfect weather for a rejuvenating morning walk.

Truthfully, he hoped the cold would numb his spontaneous thoughts of Y/N. One little interaction and he was already spiraling.

No matter.

Everything was under control.

Until he saw you, bundled up in an endless number of layers, sitting by the lake with a little tray of watercolors, your hair gently blowing in the breeze. He just knew your nose would be a rosy shade and it’s as if his heart began an override autopilot of his body, moving his legs toward you. Of course, he was just curious as to why you were painting out in this bleak weather. Of course, it was plain curiosity. Nothing more. 

His quiet steps were given away by the frosty ground, and you looked up as he approached, his ink black hair decorated with various snowflakes, blowing around his face..

“Morning Regulus, here for another palm reading?” you grin seeing him roll his eyes. He hesitates as he doesn’t know whether he should ask before he sits down next to you. You gently pat the frosted grass next to you and he quietly takes a seat; knees to his chest.

“I don’t know if a thin black robe is the best attire for this weather, Black.”

“Hm..I suppose next time I’ll bring 20 sweaters like you,” he hums, giving you a small, lopsided smile. You scoff teasingly as you unwrap your large wool scarf from your neck, putting it around his shivering form. He looks at you with a shimmering yet unreadable emotion, before he pulls his gaze from your rosy, frigid nose to the small, pocket sized canvas you’re holding.

Your art was simplistic, yet heavenly. The soft pastel shades of the water colors blended together in perfect harmony, capturing the ethereal atmosphere of this cold, February morning. The lake shimmered with an azure shade which escaped into the baby blue tint of the cloudy sky.

You caught him staring and dug into your messenger bag, pulling out another tiny canvas and a spare brush.

“Paint with me”

He blinked at you, your gentle and inviting manner a foreign language to him. He always welcomed loneliness, but in your presence, he didn’t think being alone would ever feel the same. He’d always be yearning for someone. A specific someone. 

Merlin, he was in deep.

They sat there in a comfortable silence; the only sounds consisted of the lake lapping onto the shore and whispers of the winter winds. Regulus could get used to this. He began painting the scene, hoping to impress you with his professional art; a product of his years of art lessons with the best of the best. But he would never capture the moment like you did. Perhaps it was the lack of artistic “rules” with which you painted that made it so perfect. Perhaps it was the fact that it was you who painted it that made it so perfect. 

For perfection makes perfection.

So imagine his happiness when you gifted him your little canvas after the morning paint session. Regulus was truly at a loss for words but managed to pipe out a weak “thank you” as he gently held the little canvas as if it were a fragile artifact. He gave himself a mental reminder to learn various protective charms to perform on the small painting. Perhaps buy an impenetrable golden chamber for it? No. Platinum.

Valentine’s Day commenced with a flurry of sappy couples and atrocious public displays of affection. Regulus would’ve stayed holed up in his dorm, but how could he miss a trip to Hogsmeade? He needed to stock up on swan feather quills and dark chocolate frogs.

Yes, of course, Regulus had thought about you and perhaps conveying his feelings on this day reserved for love, but he’d rather not ruin the one beautiful thing in his life. Ever since that one early morning, you and him had been painting basically everyday. Those painting sessions are what made Regulus excited to wake up in the morning. But he wasn’t sure if you harbored the same feelings. 

Truthfully, if love was a choice, Regulus wouldn’t choose to love you. It was beautiful, yes. But it was heart wrenching; his stomach constantly felt like a twisting storm while your eyes sang a siren song that would soon bring him to his demise against the sharp rocks of love. 

That is why he pondered just releasing his emotions and letting you know his affections towards you. But Regulus was nothing if not afraid. 

Afraid of losing you.

Stupid love.

As he made his way into Hogsmeade, he noticed you strolling around with your best friend, laughing. You made eye contact with him as you gave him a little wave and a small smile. He briskly looked away as if you could read his conflicting thoughts about you behind his eyes and walked off.

Strange.. You thought.

After running his errands, Regulus decided to head back. Per usual, Valentine’s Day was a flop. They didn’t even have dark chocolate frogs in stock. Regulus sighed as he began walking back. He immediately paused in his steps as he noticed you at a pop-up flower stand, making a bouquet of white flowers. Ranunculus? Yes, it was a bouquet of Ranunculus. He had studied flower language as part of his private tutoring growing up. They represented charm and attraction. 

Charm and attraction?

Who were you charmed and attracted by? Because it certainly wasn’t him. 

Regulus scoffs to himself as he walks off, attempting to push away the gnawing feeling in his stomach. 

Until he hears your sparkling voice calling his name.

You run up to him across the frozen ground, a bouquet of Ranunculus in your hand. Quite unfortunately, the icy ground causes you to slip, and as you fall, Regulus catches you, your face pressed against his chest which is adorned with your scarf. His heart was racing so fast you were concerned he could be having a heart attack. You steady yourself, straightening your beanie, an embarrassed look on your face which immediately turns to a crestfallen expression as you notice the now crushed flowers. 

“Fuck…”

You felt like crying.

Your sadness was contagious as Regulus couldn’t bear to see his beautiful girl upset over anything. He quickly muttered a spell which brought the flowers back to life. Yes, he just  encouraged Y/N’s romantic pursuits towards another person by doing so, but if that’s what made you happy, he’d give it to you. 

Your face broke into a smile as you glanced to the side, a bit shaken at this bump in the road. 

“Thanks for saving my face from destruction, Reggie.”

“We wouldn’t want that, would we?” He smiled, always enjoying their exchanges. 

With all the insecure thoughts buzzing in your head, you decided to kill them off once and for all, and pushed the bouquet of flowers towards Regulus, unable to make eye contact with his calculating eyes. You didn’t want to see them calculate just how much of an idiot your infatuation with him made you.

“For you.”

Regulus blinked, unable to comprehend what was going on. Maybe she hit her head against his bony chest a bit too hard. He stood there gaping, as still as a rock.

You took that as a sign he wasn’t interested, and, with an internal sigh, turned the other way, looking skyward to chase the tears away. Flowers hanging limp in your hand, you were about to walk away, when you felt Regulus’s soft grip on your wrist as he coaxed you back to him.

Regulus was beaming in a way that was slightly unsettling and heart warming at the same time. There was something about seeing one’s true grin for the first time. And it was purely contagious as you grinned back at him like a lovesick fool.

Silly, foolish love.

[kindaasrikal]

Guys I’m an old people defender i wholeheartedly believe Wu is a good teacher and person (teen wu and younger was a good character, older wu doesnt have the same effect tho and just falls under a decent character)

Like guys he didn’t mean for Morro to go insane over the green ninja thing, i dont think anyone would’ve expected that to happen with a damn baby. Not to mention that as much as people like to say he abused or neglected Morro or whatever, canonically speaking he hasn’t. In the end what happened to Morro was the effect of his own insecurities and Wu’s lack of understanding.

Wu was not at fault for the whole kai getting obsessed with the green ninja thing or any of the other ninja doing the same, that was all their own faults for being all nosy (as teenage boys with too much power do.)

Wu might’ve overreacted after finding out what Garm did with the letter business in season 4, but just cause he cussed out his BROTHER once (guys they’re siblings, this is the norm and Wu was fully justified to be irritated. Also there will always be a tension between them because they’ve had to fight against each other for either decades, hundreds of years, or thousands of years. They will never have the normal sibling relationship they once only somewhat had.) that was still his brother he just lost and definitely feels guilt at not getting to reconcile PROPERLY with him. Just because you are mad at an individual, genuinely mad at them, does not mean you hate them.

Wu was not at fault for the whole Garmadon getting sent to the under world his clothes literally starts glowing mf was not planning that. He was literally about to die because of Garmadon i think he was a tad preoccupied with that.

Wu is not at fault for Lloyd becoming the green ninja, its shown that he cannot control who gets chosen and was quite obviously hoping it would be the damn teenagers trained to deal with this, not the damn baby who would have to fight his DAD. The whole reason he trained Lloyd so hard after was because he is well aware of how being the green ninja is a curse, especially to Lloyd. He knew a target was on Lloyds back now and for the rest of time and he can do nothing to remove it, only help Lloyd in handling it.

Aspheera is a huge SOGGY BISCUIT I HATE HER I AHTE HEERYEYYE. She is so hypocritical and its all her fault and not Wu’s don’t even try it (i love her character thats why i hate her sm). Wu was literally a baby when the whole betrayal thing happened, and how could he have known his damn students would open up her prison cell and she’d take Kai’s power. Kai had a right to mad about getting dragged into it but even he admits he was reacting the way he was because his powers got stolen. Aspheera was completely at fault for what happened to her.

I wont deny that whatever was going on between Misako and Wu in the early seasons was super weird, but I’m also not going to call it betrayal or cheating for Garmadon because Garmadon had been gone for a good decade and tbh it was rlly bad writing of writers trying to shove romance everywhere.

He took in a bunch of teenagers, thats something i wont deny to also be bad. But don’t you find it convenient that Wu took them each in during separate times of need? Cole, deep in grief, needed to become a ninja because it completed him. Jay, desperate for a place and purpose in this world, needed to be a ninja to become confident and aware of his worth. Zane, confused and lost, needed to be a ninja to find his own place in the world, needed to be a ninja because he needed to have a purpose, a home. Kai, angry and traumatised, needed to become a ninja to become the best version of himself. Wu knew of each of them, and only took them in when he knew they needed an outside source to lead them.

Literally i dont understand why people paint him as a villain. He has never been one. It’s like how Mystake said, the only reason one becomes wise is through their own mistakes, their own life and experiences. Wu is an old, old man. He is right when he says he’s not like how he used to be.

I could keep going, but God guys. Stop mischaracterising characters! You can dislike them all you want, its your life, but don’t change what they have done and call them a bad person when that isn’t true.

You can call Wu a character with mistakes, a character heavily in the light grey area of good and evil.

WU IS NOT A BAD GUY GUYS STOP CALLING HIM ONE 😭

[hanihazeljade]

Three Hopes

A little flashback as to why Timothy moved to Japan.

Start -Three Weeks

Prev - Three Idiots

Next - Three Events

"You know what Tim? Go off the grid for all I care! That's the only thing you are good at!" Dick shouted at him, clearly too fed up with Tim's shit.

"I beg your pardon?" Tim asked, face full of disbelief as what his supposed older brother just said.

"Tim, please. Stop antagonising Damian and Dick, and be more mature, that is what we need you for." Bruce said, hoping his statement would diffuse the tension but it just made it much thicker, too unbearable to breathe.

Tim scoffed, "So, if I am not mature enough, I am not needed, Bruce?" he huffed, if they are fed up with him, he was also fed up with them, "Fine! I don't want to be the mature one, Bruce. I quit!" He said as he took off his bandoliers and slammed it to the nearest table to him.

He heard Bruce call him back but he just ignored the older man as he rode Redbird back to his Nest. He can feel the tears creep to his eyes but he stopped it, he will not cry while driving. He can cry if he was alone in his safehouse, in his nest, where he will be all alone but at least safe with no more judgement and expectations. He can feel the irritation of his person when he starts to sniffle. He can control his tears, he has been since he can remember, afterall, Janet is a strict mother who hates a lot of unnecessary noises.

He parked at his underground garage and the tears all burst out. All he could feel is shame, betrayal and disbelief. After all he did to those ungrateful bastards?! Then he remembers his role, a substitute to Jason until Batman finally gets a hold of himself. Tim being Robin is something temporary. Bruce doesn't want him, Dick doesn't want him and Alfred doesn't want him but he forces his way. And now they have someone who could fill the Robin mantle that they actually like, Tim is not needed. He is now a bandage to an already healed wound.

He was the one holding the teared-up rope when Bruce started to become extremely violent, the tension of pulling Bruce to sanity is insane, as time goes by, the tension eased. And when Jason came back, the tension suddenly became too much to bear. And then Damian came and he almost let the rope go, but he didn't. Then everyone started to leave him. The rope starts to kill him, but he will never let go. The rope burns him as he tries to find a way to bring Bruce back. And when he did, the rope finally stopped to burn him, to kill him, and then it loosened as the time went by.

After 8 years of holding the damn rope that is finally tightly tied back, he can feel so idiotic. He stayed with the Wayne's until it was long overdue. He is not needed to hold the rope anymore. He cried, sobbed, screamed and just let himself go. He cannot believe himself, he was supposed to be the smart one and yet he didn't notice the obvious lack of space for him in the Manor and yet he still tried to squeeze himself in. Maybe it was because he longed for affection. Maybe it was because he longed for human interaction. Maybe he longed for a family that is physically there.

He doesn't know how long he was crying until his throat is parched, tears are drying to his cheeks, sniffling as he leaves RedBird. He emailed Tam that he will be taking a leave of absence for three days. He only needs three days to pull himself together, and to tie the loose ends. He is good at that, afterall he is Janet Drake's son. He needs a plan, to finally leave the suffocating atmosphere in the Wayne's.

+++++++

On the third day of his leave of absence, he dropped his resignation letter to Lucius Fox. He is already all packed up, his disguise as Caroline Hill is on set. And with that he takes a cab to take him to the airport. A plane will take him to England, and he hopes that he can restart his life somewhere and sometime in the near future. He will try to hope his life will get better after his falling out with the Wayne's. Because maybe, this is the push that he needed to make himself known that he is worthy of something. Maybe he will love himself and will take care of his person first before pleasing others. Maybe.

Brighton, England

Brighton is almost the same in Gotham in terms of not being able to see the sun. But the air is fresher, more breathable and more relaxing than in Gotham and it kind off makes him miss the pollution in Gotham.

Staying in England was nice, but staying for too long in one place is very risky of him getting caught. 

'Getting off the grid, huh, Richard?' he thought as he smirked. If they think he can find him once he goes off the grid, they are wrong. Afterall, he fried every single tracker Bruce has on him, and even the implant tracker in his tooth. His heartbeat was concealed by the white noise generator that is disguised as a necklace, even Superman can't hear him unless he shout his name. 

Brighton is actually a good place to stay but too bad, he needs to get out now before one of the bats finds a clue where he is.

‘A game of cat and mouse, too bad for them, I am an excellent mouse that hides in Drake Manor.’ he thought as he rode the train to France.

Marseille, France

He missed France, after he sent himself to learn from Rahul Lama. When he was in France, all he did was to study martial arts, he never had a chance to sightsee anything. Sure he can see the Eiffel Tower in his window but he would rather learn martial arts faster.

But now, he has all the time he had. With his income as a shareholder in Wayne Enterprises, that goes half in Caroline Hill and Alvin Draper's bank account. He knows better than to directly wired his salary to those accounts so he may or may not have hacked the bank to make sure that his transactions are deleted after he deposits those cash.

He is currently chilling on the balcony of his rented room for the week as he looks at the beautiful sea of Marseille. He was thinking about how to get back to the bats, call him petty, but being a part of the Bats made him dramatic. And petty. And also Jack Drake taught him that a Drake will always have the last say in anything. 

He sighed as there was no idea how to make it a complicated puzzle with an obvious answer. He leans on his recliner as he looks at the framed goods in his room for the sake of aesthetics. His eyes drifted to a framed piece of thick paper that showed a photograph of the beautiful port of Marseille. He slowly smirked as an idea to make those bats lose their shit.

Dhaka, Bangladesh

"Detective." 

"Ra's."

"You can always come to me, Timothy."

"I will not come to you, even if you are the last man that exists in the world."

"You are so mean to the only person who cares for you, Timothy."

"If the people like you care about me, I would rather have no one then." Tim said as a dagger struck Ra's chest. Ra's look behind Timothy and he can see the shine of red armour. 

"Shiva?! This is treachery!"

"It is not. I work for myself, I never vow my loyalty to you." Shiva said as she unsheathed her sabre and gave it to Timothy, "Have the honour, my dear protege." She said and Tim went and grabbed Ra's head with his hair, "Long live the king." He smirked as he beheaded the Demon. Letting the body hit the ground.

The blood sputters into his face and sage green sweater. He gave back Shiva her sabre, "Thank you." Tim said and Shiva retrieved her sabre and turned her back to Tim.

"I have one question and we can pretend that this never happens."

"Yes?"

"Is she... now happy?"

It took Tim a good second to process to know who Shiva is talking to, he smiled, "Yeah, she has an adorable laugh, you will want to hear it." he said.

"No, that is all I need to know." Shiva said as she disappeared to the shadows.

Luebeck, Germany

Luebeck is beautiful.

Students are everywhere. And he blends in so quickly.

He made a dumb decision and enrolled himself for an online course in photography.

It is dumb, he should not be rooting to one place but here he is. With his black hair and blue eyes, he looks like one normal kid. He has a small apartment near the campus and he really like it here. He wanted to be a normal kid for at least his time here. He is praying to any entities that they give him all the luck he had for this peaceful time here in Germany.

Florence, Italy

Having more background in photography than his own impromptu on-the-spot-as-soon-as-possible-evidence-to-prove-Bruce-Wayne-is-Batman expedition, his photos are more pleasing. After taking his photos and professionally photoshop it, he is happy to have his portfolio to become thicker and thicker. It is pride and joy.

Florence is a good place to have his photography certificate to put in the test. Architecture and arts from the Renaissance, also Italian men, was a nice thing to photograph and his parent's heritage was showing, as he curiously read every single historical means of each piece. And he is enjoying every single data that he accumulates, unlike the bloody gores of Gotham's cold cases.

Life is good.

Shanghai, China

Cass found him.

Tim knows having a quick sightseeing in China is a big risk for his sister to find him but he also thinks that Cass is in Hong Kong not Shanghai, there is no way Cass has to be in the Mainland because why would she? She has her own agenda in Hong Kong, and he would not be caught by his sister.

Wrong.

So he became lousy, he became overconfident with past years that he already eluded the batfam that he forgot the best spotter of the family. Cassandra. He was shocked when he was photographing the Yu Garden when someone hugged him from behind. He knows the hug. The bone crushing hug that he always craves, especially these past years, has been hard for him. After the realisation of who is hugging him, he looks at the person he will die for.

"Hey Cass."

Hokkaido, Japan

He settled down.

He breathed in the cold air of Hokkaido, chills going to his spine. But the winter chills of Hokkaido are so much different than the smog chills of Gotham. Here, he was more at peace. There is also a sense of security here, as there are no bats that have been snooping around all his things and business. He was more reckless, the 13 year old him would kick his arse if he saw him being this reckless, though not reckless to give away his location, after all he was giving the bats the most mind fuck riddle that he could give.

Even Riddler can’t fucking decipher that shit.

+++++++++

"Any clues?"

"No."

"Have you checked any airlines or any cruises?"

"I had no Tim Drake, Timothy Drake, Timothy Drake-Wayne, or even Alvin Draper."

"If you may Miss Barbara, search for the name Caroline Hill too."

"Sure, I guess?"

"Why is that, Alf?"

"It is one of Master Tim's past that he would rather be forgotten."

"Found her. She did take a flight to London, England."

"Any other transactions under her name?"

"Nope."

"Transactions under any of Tim's name?"

"Currently checking."

They got cut by the bang behind them. They look at who could possibly do it and they see Jason.

"Any news about Replacement?"

"He took a flight to England."

"And?"

"Dead end." Barbara voices the speakers.

"That's it? We are the most advanced technology and we can't find one little bird. Amazing." Jason sarcastically said.

++++++

Nine months later...

Jason is still looking over to the different safehouses of Tim, maybe the little shit is just here hiding in one of his hidden safehouses.

Jason has all of the safehouses of Tim mapped out and he somehow still coming back to the penthouse in the Metropolis under Luthor's building and when he went there after almost a year of the baby bird go off the grid, the penthouse was sold to a Lynn Winters, a hot chic if he was going to be honest. Long blonde hair with such a lean body, Jason probably asked her out if he is not busy looking where the baby bird is. 

He is stalking the chic when he got a notification that Dick got a postcard from Tim. He left Metropolis and looked to go to the Manor. It took him three hours of non-stop driving and beating probably twenty red lights and he went to the Manor.

"It is also necessary to factor in the fact that that postcard is not selling anywhere. My theory is that Tim takes a picture of Gotham, makes his own postcard and sends it here." Barbara said.

All that they received is a postcard of Gotham. But Gotham is in New Jersey, Tim is here in New Jersey and they didn't even notice. None of their alarms go off. 

"For what?" Damian asked, irritation is showing in his face.

"For petty revenge, I told him that he can go off the grid." Dick said.

++++++

They thought it was finished with that. But Tim keeps on sending postcards that he made. Sometimes every other week but sometimes after a month. After almost two years of sending his homemade postcard, he stopped with a picture of him in front of Tokyo Skytree with a word saying good luck with a blep emoticon.

They will never know what the good luck is for until those postcards that were addressed to Dick were caught in the crossfire of roughhousing playing of Jason Todd and Stephanie Brown that somehow includes a flamethrower. It quickly got shut down when the postcard got dangerously close to the flames. Alfred made the two of them clean up and while cleaning up he notices that most of the ink disappears and was left by a single number.

"Hey Steph!"

"What?!"

"Look at the postcards that you have, do they have a number?" Jason asked.

"What number?" She asked as she flipped one postcard revealing a number 17, instead of one of his beautiful experiences to the certain place. She starts flipping every single one of the postcards and some of them have some of the message they once read but some have a number. "Friction pen." she mumbled.

"This is fucking game to him, doesn't he?" Jason chuckled sarcastically. "How did he even think about this shit?"

Someone coughed behind them, "I do believe that I told you to clean up, Master Jason and Miss Stephanie."

Jason raised one of the postcards, "We may have found a new clue about Baby Bird." 

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They put single one of the fucking postcards near the flames and not every single one has a number on them, there are dummy cards. They arranged it to chronologically and it doesn't make any fucking sense.

The first one was still the Gotham one, next is Norway, then Egypt, France, Belgium, Sudan, Bangladesh, Italy, Ghana, Cuba, Netherlands, Italy, followed by two postcards of Greece and then Romania, Korea, Germany, Morocco, France, CHina, Russia, Iceland, Turkey, Nepal, Vietnam, and last is Japan. They have known the country by using google image and they know some cities too, but most of the postcards' cities are still unknown.

It took them (just Oracle and Bruce, to be honest) five days to finally have every single city and finally crack the message whatever Tim wants to say to them and it makes Jason cackled. The cities have their corresponding number and Jason just laughs his soul out.

"G O I N G O F F T H E G R I D I S E A S Y R I G H T" 

Dick was hurt, Jason can see it and he is just laughing so hard making his family eyed him weirdly but Tim is just amusing and Jason wants to keep him in the pocket and just have him so bad. The picture perfect kid has finally snapped and now they can't do anything until Tim says so. 

+++++++

Dick is truly hurt by what Tim just did. Sending him postcards gave him so much joy as he was the only one who got them, even Alfred didn't send anything which is huge! But knowing that sending him those postcards just to deliver a truly petty revenge just... 

He knows why Tim sent that message. It was the last thing Dick told him and his brother had been hiding and nobody could track him. Even Cass for Christ's sake! Barbara is the best tech person he could think of, but she also has her limits. She can't track someone that has dumped a lot of paper trail and if they need to verify which is which, they are just going into a wild goose chase.

Tim is somewhere out there and even Superman can't find him, unless he shouts. Clark can't hear his heartbeat and Dick just wants to apologise to his brother. But somehow he knows that is so far from possible.

[salt-clangen]

Honeyclan Culture and Lore

Artistic, uninhibited, and charming.

Another long post that I put too much time into.

Credit to @rippleclan, @bonefall, & @niftysenpai for world building inspired, warriors roles, and camp design inspo.

Lifestyle:

Home of the flower loving, free spirited cats of the clans, Honeyclan is often considered superficial compared to the other clans. While Oakclan and Duskclan are busy bodies who enjoy completing tasks and being productive, Honeyclan cats enjoy a slower pace in life. Ironic given how speed is necessary for their territory, but don’t assume this clan is lazy. Efficient is the best word to describe them, but it may not be obvious because they make it look so easy.

The clan follows a timely patrol schedule, however it’s very community/group based. The deputy will let the clan know what tasks need to be done for the day and may assign tasks as needed, but anything else is on the individual.

So let’s assume Rowanfoot, the deputy, tells Appletail, Mousepelt, and Sunstep that they need to gather moss for the camp keepers and clean the cooking pots before evening meal. The group can then decide how they’d like to divvy up the tasks, maybe Appletail hates getting wet but likes going out of camp so they’d offer to gather moss over washing pots. Perhaps Sunstep also enjoys going out of camp but doesn’t mind washing pottery in the river, so they could ask to join in the moss gathering and then wash pots with Mousepelt whose joints get sore easily with a lot of walking.

Basically it doesn’t matter how it’s done, only that the job is completed on time. The deputy and leader just present the tasks to the clan, accounting for cats individual skill, and as long as it gets done it doesn’t matter who gathered the moss and who washed the pots. This sort of flexibility can be a bit jarring for other clan cats, who are used to a more strict schedule and specific tasks. But it allows the cats plenty of individual freedom to pursue their passions.

Hobbies are big with Honeyclan, while the other clans see side tasks as a way to contribute to either personal or clan progress, these cats see beauty in just creating. It doesn’t matter that Jumppaw isnt good at pottery, sometimes he just wants to make a silly little bowl shaped like a flower. It doesn’t mean that now he has to become the best bowl maker ever or else there’s no point. As long as the cat isn’t wasting resources or breaking things, doing something fun is perfectly harmless.

Due to this open and relaxed atmosphere, Honeyclan is known as the ‘friendly clan’ amongst local loners and kittypets. If you wanna experience clan life for a few moons, no strings attached, by all means come on over. Most drifters who visit either stay permanently or return soon after departing, the abundance of resources and mental enrichment are very tempting. While one could argue that open borders could lead to usurpation and unrest, Honeyclan would disagree. Sure there have been cats that try to start fights or steal, but the clan has great intuition and can easily read when someone is trouble.

When that happens, the once lackadaisical cats shift into formidable warriors. It’s not often that they need to threaten and intimidate, but this clan believes in only making a statement once. So they make it count.

With other clans, Honeyclan is surprisingly unyielding at gatherings, not even bothering to argue back or get upset. Oakclan could demand a larger amount of honey compared to what was offered and Honeyclan would just shrug and say nah. It’s amusing and irritating depending on who you ask.

Romantic courtship is surprisingly lengthy compared to other clans, flings and one offs aren’t common and most cats court with the intent to be long term mates. Hiding a courtship or relationship is very taboo, Honeyclan cats value transparency and romance, so it’s suspicious to hide one away. Even honor siring with other clans is expected to be discussed plainly in front of others and while this may feel too scandalous to some (especially Duskclan) this direct communication is actually quite to many.

This clan is the most open to cat coming or going, there’s no hard feelings for the most part. If you wanna join Duskclan for their clerical duties and structure, they’re happy for you. If the love of your life is in oakclan, it makes sense to be with them. If you honor sired in another clan and now you have the desire to coparent, then may Starclan guide your path.

Food:

Honeyclan’s name sake is pretty obvious, they are the only clan with access to beehives and their products. As such they are most fond of sweet dishes, having the largest population of cats with the sweetness tolerance gene out of the forest. Aside from one or two cats, the entirety of the clan can taste sweet foods.

They indulge in their evening meals and have a particular fondness for glazes and jams on their meats. Most of the food is rabbit or rodent based, there aren’t many birds or bigger game in their fields and they aren’t fond of fish cuisines. Due to the low fat in their diets, they have to supplement through other sources or else they risk severe complications. (Not enough fat in a cats diet can cause vitamin deficiencies, vision issues, slower healing times, heart issues, skin issues, liver disease, blood clotting issues)

The easiest way to add fat in is grubcakes (made famous by @bonefall) or flax seed oil. Since the oil has a lengthy production process the most popular is grubcakes but Honeyclan isn’t afraid to experiment with tallow traded from Oakclan. It’s easy to add a dollop of fat into a pot of soup or the glazes they use. They also will fry grubcakes in shallow bits of oil or fat for some crunch. Because of their culinary experiments and love of all things sweet, this clan is infamous for their dips and sauces.

To make their jams, the artisans will put flower petals into a jar and cover it with boiling water. After it cools they strain it through a basket and boil it over a flame again. Then they add in little bits of honey until it gets to the perfect texture. It’s easy to customize and make different flavor combos based on the time of year. They also make jam with raspberries too. (Technically it’s jelly but i don’t care)

Meal times with Honeyclan are pretty informal, as expected, there’s only one communal meal the majority of the clan attends and it’s in the evening. Usually something filling with a lot of options and an almost buffet style. They split off into small groups around camp, it’s still all together at the same time but it makes it easier to serve this way. It’s common for the keepers to eat in shifts with their friends, then when they’re finished they’ll go around and offer seconds or refills to other groups before returning to the oven and finishing tasks.

Morning and mid day meals are usually grubcakes and a roasted hare with various sauces, however there’s no set time for these meals. A cat could get up whenever and grab their meal when they’d like, the oven will go continuously as preparing for the large evening meal takes most of the day. It’s easy to just fry up some grubcakes or toss some meat on the grill when you’re already at the stove. So cats will wait informally for their serving, doing tasks or chit chatting while they wait.

Eating alone can sometimes be worrisome, but not suspicious. If a cat makes a habit of always eating alone their loved ones maybe concerned and try to ask them about it. Eccentricities are easily accepted here and unless you’re close with the individual in question then you probably won’t confront them about it. Nor would that cat be expected to announce their reasons, most cats will respect their privacy and become used to the habit.

While customization is possible with the jams, meals and meats aren’t. Unless the cleric says so or the cook is your mate, you don’t get to pick and choose what’s served. You’re getting a piece of rabbit or mouse with a grubcake and some tea. That’s it. That’s because of how long the process took make everything takes, there’s no time to adjust for everyone’s specific tastes. If you adamantly hate a dish or refuse to eat a specific prey then you’d better ask the cleric to vouch for you because it’s not getting changed otherwise.

Most cats won’t have a problem with this serving style as kits are told exactly why they have to eat grubcakes with every meal and how hard the keepers work to make balanced meals for the clan. Also the variety of sauces and dips allow for palate adjustments and can even change the texture of certain foods. This way everyone can just eat what makes them happy while still maintaining a balanced diet and not over work the keepers.

Trade and crafts:

So the clans main export is honey, beeswax, herbal infusions, and flowers. With the exceptional amount of honey, Honeyclan can afford to trade and consume their namesake product. There’s a few herbs that grow only in their grasslands, those typically get made into infusions of honey steeped in the herbs until potent and ready for trade.

They also trade beeswax as well, Duskclan uses it for waterproofing their leather products while Oakclan uses it as a polish/seal for their woven products. It’s also popular as ‘skincare’ which is really more of fur care but still, it helps untangle knots, as a lotion for paw pads, and can loosen matts before trimming. Medically, you can make salves with it and the result keeps better than salves made of tallow. It can even be used in food preservation, taking cloths from two legs and coating it with the wax then wrapping your dish with it can help preserve certain meals for travel or upcoming events.

The last products they make and trade are flowers, more specifically for artistic purposes. Sure some of the blooms have medicinal properties, but they’re more popular to be used as paints or dyes. Most of the time they trade the whole flowers for other clans to then make the paints or dyes.

Camp:

Honeyclan’s camp is unusual in that it doesn’t have one official entrance, there’s actually three, all of them between large rocks. It reflects their open ideology and has a practical reason, it allows for easier movement of all the jams and honeys they prepare, rather than going through a narrow entrance several times a day. It does mean that kits need closer supervision than normal, so Elders typically assist the Queens with kitsitting.

The camp is located on the side of a hill, one of the only slopes in the grassy plains of the territory, there are also several large rocks cropping up that allow for better coverage from weather. The coarse grass throughout camp is a mix of poverty oatgrass and deer’s hair sedge, very thick and hardy against the strong ocean winds. Flowers are also common throughout the camp for decorative purposes.

Most of the dens are made up of chokeberry bushes or lowbush blueberries, both of which are fruiting plants they use for jams and paints. The leader’s den is two large rocks creating a small cave, the leader holds clan meetings on top of the rock. The clerics den is actually a tunnel in to the ground that’s partially covered by brush and the den used for contagious cats is between a bush and large rock.

The oven is by one of the entrances and it’s the largest of all the clans, it’s used all throughout the day by the keepers to cook meals for the clan and make jams for trade. Many cats enjoy lounging on the nearby rocks and chatting with the keepers, so it’s considered the most social spot in the camp. It’s surrounded by sand hauled in from the coast to prevent spreading and is cleaned every quarter moon (week).

Roles:

So every clan has a role that’s unique to that specific clan and Honeyclan is no different. Due to their open and unstructured nature solo or duo patrols are normal and not considered dangerous, though they have to be careful going too close to the summer two leg place when the flowers are blooming. The dawn, dusk, midnight, and midday patrols are the only truly scheduled one assigned by the deputy, these are traditional border patrols and can be done by a mix of roles, while hunting or gathering patrols are done informally throughout the day by whoever is asked to complete it.

Honeyclan’s roles include:

Beekeepers- this role is unique to Honeyclan for obvious reasons. It’s a group of about 4-7 cats that are highly trained for AT LEAST 10 moons, most apprentices graduate at 18 moons on average. These cats are the sole care takers of the hives that live behind the carrion place near the summer two leg place, they will go out in groups of 3-4 to clean the hives and extract honey. They carry small torches and use bundled flax and even mushrooms to ‘smoke’ the bees into remaining more docile during handling.

Artisans- just like the other clans these cats make all the pottery, baskets, and twine amongst other supplies. They also make all of the dyes, paints, and raw beeswax. They work with the mediators to assist in trading their goods and camp keepers to process rabbit pelts after butchering. This is a pretty common position, anywhere from, 8-15 cats could hold this position in the clan at once.

Camp keepers- a very busy role, these cats are in charge of feeding the clan, processing prey, and making jams. They are in charge of the oven and are motivated and social cats, think the lead waitress at a mom and pop shop that knows everyone’s order by heart and can run the entire restaurant without breaking a sweat. The clan has about 5-8 cats in this role at a time and work in shifts throughout the day of about 3-4 at once.

Care takers- another popular role in this clan, they care for the flowers and herbs of the clan. Very similar role to other clans, though their attention skews more to plant management than animal management. They also assist the beekeepers with carrying honeycombs back to camp.

Lore keepers- just like with Duskclan, these cats are the story tellers of the clan, they educate newcomers and kits on clan history, and keep track of weather patterns. This role only has a few cats in it, though some elders will participate in the education of kits to fill in the role. Cats in this role are very inventive and are often coming up with new ways to improve clan life, usually emphasizing efficiency and beekeeping.

Queens- kits in this clan are quite the handful so there are several queens in charge of the nursery. They boast intermediate clerical skills when it comes to caring for parents and kits. They teach the kits with help of the historians, set up games for the kits to practice skills they’ll need as adults, take tours to the river and flower field, and learn from the keepers about nutrition. There’s usually 4-6 queens in the clan, sometimes they take on different roles if there’s not many kits to care for.

Code keepers- Honeyclan only has 3 code keepers, much fewer than the other clans. Like the other clans this role is in charge of investigating and subsequently prosecuting cats who break the warrior code or other treaties. Unlike the other clans in Honeyclan these cats have a specific duty that’s unique to the landscape. They stand guard at Watcher’s Point, the large rock located in the center of the flat grassy plains, it’s the perfect vantage spot to watch nearly the entire territory. A single sentry is stationed here whenever a patrol is out at the training fields or in the hives, they watch for wandering two-legs or dogs especially during greenleaf.

Clerics- in Honeyclan the clerics are a bit more…. Casual, yes they heal the clan and interpret signs from Starclan, but they aren’t this isolated, almost lonesome role like you’d expect. This clan is the one that championed for changing the warrior code to allow for clerics to have mates and kits, which was a success though plenty of clerics in the other clans still honor that vow. Clerics in this clan have an ‘open den’ policy when it comes to helping others and interpreting dreams or other signs. Their day to day work ends to be more healing than spiritual, they’re very involved in the daily care of their clan.

Warriors- not super common role, most cats in the clan prefer to specialize in whatever makes them passionate, but being a warrior can allow an individual to engage in different roles so it’s a good role for newcomers or undecided cats.

Leaders and deputies- just like the other clans, leaders work directly in the field with their clan and deputies spend the day taking care of day to day tasks. They work together for larger projects and season changes.

Apprentices- starting at 6 moons and ending after a passing assessment, young cats spend their first 3 moons learning general skills before switching to more specialized training for the rest of their apprenticeship. Switching part way through an apprenticeship isn’t uncommon.

Mediators- this role assists in decision making with other clans and help artisans during trades, they’re often utilized for interpersonal conflicts. There’s usually 4-5 cats in this role.

Alright this took forever and I’m tired so I’ll end it like I did my other lore post, with a pic of a typical Honeyclan cat (in a leather bee suit lol), the clan founder, and the current leader.

[cosmic-glow]

Can i ask a story with Kakashi Hatake accidentally talking to the reader who likes her but doesn't know how talk with her? like drunk confession

Notes: YES! I don't know why I like writing about drunk characters so much... maybe that's a little worrying... But this turned out so cute and honeyed, I really hope you like it, good reading!

"A Good Reason to be Drunk" - Oneshot.

Warnings: Kakashi x fem!reader; mentions of alcohol and drunkenness (obviously); small plot at the end; SFW; Kakashi in love💕

There was no shortage of warnings about how difficult the journey of becoming a jonin is, and indeed it is, but you were aware of this when you decided to become one. What you weren't aware of was that the person who would train you until you had experience was a big slacker who would leave all the work to you.

You heard a lot about Kakashi, the ninja who copies, while you was studying and training to become a jonin. But what you were never told was that he was late for every appointment, procrastinated on mission paperwork, slept whenever he could and left all the hard work to his teammate. You couldn't deny that he was indeed very skilled during fights, but his behavior didn't make up for it.

And here you were, sitting on a sofa in a bar, drinking sake with your already drunk colleague beside you, leaning on your shoulder and smiling idly. Kakashi irritated you very easily and sometimes you didn't even know why.

But at the same time, he had already saved you so many times during fights, intervening when you believed that all was lost, he taught you so many things that weren't in the books, he compensated you for the hokage's scoldings, taking the blame for any mistake in the mission ... In the end you were a good pair, it was just his lazy side that got on your nerves sometimes. Actually, come to think of it, it was even an honor to train with a ninja like him, you just didn't want to admit it.

After all, in addition to the reputation of being a very skilled ninja, he also had the reputation of being a "stealer of hearts", there weren't a few women who said they were in love with him, maybe you were just wanting to focus on some of his defects so as not to let yourself be carried away by the charm too. But it was hard when he was so close to you, laughing with cheeks flushed from alcohol, looking at you with those eyes as black as night. The strain on your nerves at the thought that maybe if you looked too hard he would use his sharingan on you, having you under control to do whatever he wanted.

- I have a headache these days... Can you help me?

- How can I help you? - you asked as a question and not an offer of help.

- There's this girl that I like... But I think she hates me - he sank deeper beside you, sad - How can I make her like me?

You hesitated, not knowing how to proceed, were you imagining or was Kakashi asking you for love advice? He must have been very drunk.

- I don't know, ask her out - you tried to get away from him a little, the heat of the drink starting to take effect.

- I already did that - he settled down on the sofa, stopping leaning on you, resting his head on his hand, his elbow on his knee, the white hair falling over his face, he looked at you between the strands - I don't think it worked.

- So I don't know, ask her directly if you did something, maybe she'll tell you - you got impatient.

- No, y/n is too stubborn to admit anything! - he frowned, irritated by the suggestion and shaking his head to dismiss the idea.

You stopped whatever you were doing, now just staring at him with wide eyes in shock. No, you're drunk too, not as drunk as he is, but the drinking must be making you hear things, make things up, there was no way Kakashi was in love with you.

- Who? - your voice threatened to break, still surprised by the revelation.

- What? - he asked looking for a glass that was still full.

- The girl you're in love with, who is it? - he turned his head to you.

- I can't tell - he said, with the most serious look a drunken man can muster.

And just now, unfortunately, what was left of sobriety in him decided to show up, you would have to manipulate him into giving you the answer without realizing it.

- But how can I help you like this? Tell me at least a little about her.

Kakashi took a deep breath and leaned back on the sofa, he had found a glass that was half full, he was staring at the ceiling but seemed to see through it, far beyond what you could see.

- She is beautiful, very beautiful... She makes me laugh with her stressed way, she always gets angry so easily - he laughs - She likes to look at the stars and listen to music... Her laugh is contagious... And I see myself more and more in love with her... - he was silent for a long time, you even thought he had finished talking -... I need to tell her, I can't even sleep wellI, lose the time and I'm late every day, and she always fights with me because of that - he laughs softly.

Kakashi was so peaceful as he described you, he had a passionate look on his face, fascinated by his beloved, as if just remembering her brought him peace. But at the same time, you could feel his heart sink when he spoke because he thought his beloved despised him, because he was afraid of rejection, because he loved too much.

- I don't want her to hate me... I love her so much - tears started to well up in his eyes - I just wanted her to know that, but I can't even tell her - the tears fell amid sobs, his eyes got low.

You felt helpless not knowing exactly what you should do or say, so you decided to focus first on his problem with being drunk - as if you weren't. Assuming the role of responsible for the situation you got up, took the cup from his hand while he was crying, tried to wipe his tears and got him up saying "it's going to be okay, Kakashi" because it was the best your head could think of and took him outside from the bar after paying for the round.

Now you had a drunk and crying Kakashi on your shoulder being carried all the way home. It was better not to complain, as you could only end up making the situation worse, besides, you thought that part of it was kind of your fault, like, it was you who decided to be rude on purpose to the guy who was in love with you (even though before you didn't know that). Before you could think about it, you entered Kakashi's apartment and put him to bed, which didn't take much effort since he was practically asleep on his feet.

- I love you, y/n - he whispered with his eyes closed, you don't know if it's for you or some vision of his dream.

- And I don't really hate you Kakashi, it's just easier than admitting that I like you too - you spoke low so as not to wake him up, arranging the blanket, not bothering to say it since he wouldn't remember.

Kakashi opened his eyes slowly, a smile forming on his face, looking directly at you with a twinkle in his eyes like a shooting star in the night.

- I knew there was an explanation for all this anger - he said, his voice without any hint of drunkenness anymore - And I also knew that you would never admit it.

It took you a moment to process his speech, Hatake could see the gears turning inside your head as you was transfixed staring at him. When your gaze lit up, understanding what he had done, he started to chuckle at your expression.

- Were you pretending this whole time?!! - you took a step back, crossing your arms, indignation written on your face.

- Yes and no - he sat on the bed, still with the smile on his face - I did pretend to be drunk to get to know if you felt something for me, something besides anger, of course. But I didn't lie when I said I was in love with you, when I said that I stay up all night thinking about how to confess to you.

A silence hovered between you, he had already finished and now he was waiting for your answer, you on the other hand didn't know where to start, all you wanted to say getting stuck in your throat, needing a moment to organize everything.

- You took advantage of my kindness - you don't know why your mind chose to start with that one.

- For a good cause.

- Tricked me.

- Because you're stubborn and would never give me an answer, just like you're not giving now.

- And what answer are you waiting for?!

- That you tell me if you accept to be my girlfriend or not! - he said as if it were obvious.

The silence from before returned, you staring at each other again, your cheeks more flushed this time and his also slightly flushed. Even though he tried to keep a calm, carefree look on his face, Kakashi was internally begging for your answer to be yes, so that he could show the love he's had for you for so long, so that he could touch you the way he wanted, so that he could kiss you. You wanted to let Kakashi love you, you wanted to tell him that you loved him too, and you couldn't understand why you felt that this was a sign of frankness. But with a deep sigh, trying to silence this insistent thought, you looked at him and smiled.

- Of course I do, you idiot!

His smile widened, his cheeks now as flushed as your own with pure happiness.

- I guess I'm the luckiest man in this village now.

He gets up to hug you and can finally kiss his beloved, wrapping his arms around you. Kakashi wouldn't allow there to be a single day when you didn't feel loved after that.

Sorry for any typos;

Masterlist;

Buy me a coffee?

[juniorfor2]

I keep seeing people, even those supporting Team Black, say that Rhaenyra really shouldn’t have had bastards, because it would “disrupt the realm and will cause problems,” and it’s irritating me, because it is ignorant of GRRM’s ENTIRE POINT about the Velaryon boys.

It NEVER mattered whether or not Jace, Luke, or Joff were bastards. They could have been as true born as any true born could be, from the best and most noble family, and it wouldn’t have mattered. They would ALWAYS be called bastards. Whether Rhaenyra married Daemon or Laenor or Harwin or Jason Lannister or Cregan Stark, they would be called such in every scenario.

If Rhaenyra had married Daemon, guess what, they would be bastards because Daemon was married to Rhea before and who cares about annulments or whatever, or they MUST have been conceived out of wedlock, or they’d be as cruel as Maegor and couldn’t be allowed to rule. Oh, but what if she married Laenor and had true born kids with silver hair and a darker skin color? Guess what, she actually had them with Corlys because Laenor couldn’t get it up - OR, they are Laenor’s kids but that means they’ll also be gay and turn the Keep into a brothel, which obviously can’t be allowed to happen. She marries Harwin? They don’t look Targaryen, and are actually Strongs by name, and really Rhaenyra probably invited other men into their bed and had their children, can’t allow them to take over. She marries Cregan Stark? Same thing, and having a king who keeps to Northern gods would be blasphemy - and the kids aren’t true born because the marriage vows weren’t by the Faith, and what if they keep to the northern gods as well??? No way. She marries Jason Lannister? Once again, should be Lannisters, don’t look like Targaryens, and can’t allow such a power-hungry man to take over. Even if she had married GWAYNE FUCKING HIGHTOWER, the narrative would still be that Rhaenyra is such a whore that she must have tried to go behind his back and have bastards.

Do you see how no matter who she marries, you could still accuse Jace, Luke, and Joff of being bastards, or non-Targaryens by their looks and mother? Do you see how you can cast any narrative you want if you try hard enough, regardless of the truth? DO YOU SEE WHAT GRRM’S POINT IS NOW????? DO YOU SEE THAT IT NEVER MATTERED WHETHER THEY WERE TRUEBORN OR BASTARDS IN TRUTH, BECAUSE THE GREENS WOULD CALL THEM BASTARDS NO MATTER WHAT?

Even if the Velaryon boys were bastards, what problems would it cause if the ENTIRE REALM believes they’re legitimate? What then? What happens when no one cares about the truth, because Rhaenyra, Laenor, Coryls, Rhaenys, and Viserys ALL said the kids were legitimate? What happens when the boys are so diplomatic and good that the lords don’t have a reason to revolt against them specifically? What happens when Rhaenyra and Daemon and Laena raise their children so well that they love each other without animosity or belief that they should usurp one another? What happens then?

I’m about to give you the most shocking answer of your life, so please bear with me -

It’s nothing.

Nothing happens.

I know right, none of ya’ll can believe it. Too shocking to be true.

Yet somehow, if we all just read the fucking book, it becomes pretty obvious that this is exactly what happened. Rhaenyra had 53 houses to Aegon’s 28, which clearly meant her being a woman or having bastards didn’t affect much. In fact, Alicent and Otto failed so badly at convincing everyone of their story, that Criston Cole, one of their biggest supporters, couldn’t even keep it straight (although I suppose that’s not saying much, considering how stupid all of them were).

And somehow, somehow, Aegon is never once even mentioned hating his elder brothers and wishing to start a succession crisis. Because it’s almost like he loved his family, and was so traumatized and depressed by losing them that he never recovered. Crazy how that works. Crazy how families can actually love each other.

The Velaryon boys being bastards never mattered. They didn’t give Rhaenyra a single problem, because they never were a problem. GRRM’s point wasn’t “bastardy matters and we should all make decisions and opinions based on it,” it was “bastardy is a social construct that anyone can be labeled with if you try hard enough, so maybe we shouldn’t be making decisions based on such a flimsy, thrown around label.” There’s a bit more to it if you then relate the message to Rhaenyra and the patriarchy, but that’s the main essence of it.

Does that it explain it enough? Is the message finally through? Cause it seemed pretty clear from GRRM, yet somehow almost nobody got it, and I’ll never know how.

[xbeezchaos]

BPD Howl Pendragon!

I knoooooowwww. I’ve literally been dead for months and apologies for this being something unrelated to the BPD Scara series I’ve been getting at but I’m currently fixated on Howl so I’ll be using him as my projector. I also highly believe this man has BPD and nobody can convince me otherwise

Btw. I don’t condone romanization of mental issues. I’m simply ✨projecting healthily✨

Jealousy flare ups and depressive episodes; what that looks like for Howl

He’s unsure why, but he has been struggling with jealousy in a much higher factor than what he’s typically used to. It may be due to your presence

Ever since you two have gained the new title of dating and made it public, he’s felt a sense of possessiveness over you in a way that felt consuming

He needed you in bed to sleep soundly at night, and if you weren’t there he’d have not a wink of sleep while he held one of your clothing items close, taking in your scent and crying to himself about why you weren’t here

He gets suspicious and jealous when you spend lots of time away from him and with other friends. He trusts you but he’s scared someone will take you away.

You try telling him these things you plan out, but sometimes he won’t listen after he’s become too worked up over the idea of you being away for so long

He spends hours in bed without water or food. No motivation to get up until he gets a message from you encouraging him

Sometimes you have to baby the tall man, wash his hair and brush it for him.

Getting him to eat is the worst, he blames his medication cause the side effects impact his appetite frequently but the benefits are “too good” to give it up for just that

When he does eat, he’s got a sweet tooth like no man’s business, you’d think he’d gone mad with the amount of sugary treats he’d consume. But at least he was eating now so you didn’t complain too much

If he’s not sleeping all day, he’s awake for days on end, unable to sleep and refuses to take his sleep aid pills because “they don’t work.”

He’s secretly really petty towards those around the two of you but tries his best to keep most of it to himself. Even if you know. He won’t tell you.

The sleep aid pills knock him flat on his ass and he hates it. Waking up to your giggles of how he fell asleep in your arms like a snoring baby would make his face flush in embarrassment

He dislikes a lot of people talking to him when he’s upset. He’ll start snapping and going silent. P

Sometimes despite how hard it is to get out of bed, when he does, he’ll try to do small things like clean, eat, and make you little gifts

He made you a phone charm and matching rings to wear, he’d spent all night on it, since he was in bed all day.

It’s hard when he’s having an episode due to his jealousy, if you or someone else doesn’t get to him in time he’ll start calling upon the shadows and it takes quite a while to get him to even process that anyone else besides him is within the vicinity, let alone fully calm down.

He gets very clingy when he’s depressed, he’ll carry around items of yours and calls them “support items”

He looks like a tall child with a blanket as he walks around the house doing his daily business. It’s the best you’ve seen him do in the last few weeks so you try to keep him with his support items often

“Coffee is not a meal, have you eaten anything today?”

“A cheese stick..” you hit him over the head with a rolled up newspaper after that and dragged him to go make food.

He’d done this for over a week now and despite the small efforts, a drink wasn’t enough for him to get through the day.

Extra sassy in his conversations with calcifer

Takes the longest showers ever and he’s always steaming like a boiled potato when he gets out

Becomes a tablet child to compete simple tasks

Irritable as hell when he’s around people he’s not fully comfortable with, like your friends he’s only met twice

He’d eventually try going off on his own and have a good time that way, then eventually end up having an anxiety attack when he starts getting into his own head again

It’s not that he’s not social, but when he feels ignored he gets quite irritable and especially quiet. Which is odd for him because he loves chatting with new people

[mcskullmun]

What's red valley about

*takes you gently by the shoulder and looks deep into your eyes somewhere vaguely near your face*

Buddy I am so glad you asked.

In the hopes of this essay answer convincing you to listen to Red valley it will be relatively spoiler free and ambiguous. Full disclosure I am incredibly bias towards this show because it currently has a death-grip on my brain, mind and soul.

Broadly, Red Valley is a fiction podcast, similar to tma, spanning two and a third seasons plus three fun little mini series. I say "a third" because season three is split into three parts, and we currently only have the first. The second is due to be released later this year I believe.

The premise behind Red Valley, in a sentence is, "In all the sci-fi shows you see, where people can go into pods and wake up 10,000 years later just fine, how did we get there?" It's about the messy stage of theoretical science being applied in unethical ways, in the hopes of changing the world. Its about the early development (and testing) of cryonic preservation tech.

It follows two main protagonists, Warren Godby and Gordon Porlock (who are widely shipped throughout the fandom, though nothing is canon yet) as they investigate, and eventually endure the Red Valley seed vault. Although, as it becomes rapidly apparent, "There aren't a lot of seeds in the Red Valley Seed Vault". The show deals with themes of isolation, memory loss, distrust and mental deterioration. But also friendship, endurance, and uh... weird cruises.

It's characters include:

Karen Godby. Ngl I hate this bitch. She is Warren's controlling, abusive wife and she deserves everything that's coming to her. She uses concern as a way to guilt Warren, and seems generally dismissive of his concerns and feelings.

Aubrey Wood. Initially presented solely through tapes, she fits the "mad scientist" archetype. After something goes horribly wrong with her work, we get to see more sides of her. By the end of season three part one, she is an incredibly well fleshed out character with uh... quite the name for herself. She's also in a canon lesbian relationship, which admittedly does not get enough love here on tumblr.

Bryony Halbech. Cunt/aff. She is the mad scientist. She is the driving force behind the Red Valley project and truly the antagonist of the podcast. In so far as this podcast has one, at least. One brilliant thing about her, is that while she presents as your typical, "heartless, mind over emotions, complete control villain" this is a front that she wears, to hide how excited she is about what she does. How much she cares about her work. She is a "truly evil" villain who still maintains layers and depth.

Clive Schill. Now, if your asking me about Red Valley it's more than likely because you've seen the truly embarrassing affect Mr. Schill has had on me. If you want an in depth character analysis feel free to scroll back on my blog or look for asks I have sent to other fans, there's a LOT. In short, he is an irritating embodiment of capitalism with a flair for creative insults. He's like if Elias Bouchard was a fortnight adult/pos. But his character has so much more to it than that! He loves his family, he is deathly afraid of being forgotten, ect. ect. I'll spare you the essay. He's a morally fucked, incredibly likeable man. He's also responsible for the piece of official Redval merch named "Piss Mug" and Red Valley's sugar daddy.

And for the main events,

Warren Godby: He's just a Guy. Real wet cat of a man. Bitter about his place in the world with no idea how he got there. Of course that's not uh entirely true but just... just listen to the podcast.

Gordon Porlock: Fucking insane/pos. I mean not insane insane, but he is a conspiracy theory, nerdy redditor who canonically has no friends. He's also gay for Warren. He is a very interesting character in that he is Obsessed with cryonic preservation, and seems entirely unfazed by the more gory aspects. He is on the "good team", but isn't vastly different to the Redval scientists.

The podcast itself mostly takes place within Red Valley, a remote and seemingly abandoned research facility in The Middle Of Nowhere, Scotland. This is where some of season 1 and almost all of season 2 takes place, and where isolation is a heavy theme. I personally love it, its got great Vibes and possesses the perfect spooky atmosphere.

Season three is all over the place and follows (Soft, slightly irritated sigh) Clive Schill. It's a wonderful dive into his character, and the attitudes of the common man and the rich towards cryonic preservation. 10/10, no notes. The frogs are great.

Overall the voice acting and writing is amazing. At no point did I feel it dragged, and while I was initially confused when Warren and Gordon were talking (similar accents) they got easier to distinguish real fast. It's funny and sad, perfect combo. There's also some... gnarly sound affects.

Pay Attention To The Content Warnings. For The Love Of Schill Pay Attention To The Content Warnings. Please. There are some pretty heavy moments that took me completely off guard, big mistake.

Final notes, you will see me shipping Clive Schill and Warren Godby a lot. THIS WILL NOT MAKE SENSE WHEN (if) YOU LISTEN TO RED VALLEY. They are, at first glance, the two least shippable characters. I don't mean like Lonelyeyes crackship where it kinda makes sense, I mean AWFUL. TRULY DISGUSTING. My fic, "And I think we're all glad it wasn't me" explains everything, but contains just so many major spoilers for season 1. Just trust me, I'm not mad. The fic explains everything. I promise.

Anyway uh feel free to ask more or talk about it if you decide to listen. I uh. am normal about this podcast. As you can probably tell.

~ Peter

[lizzie-queenofmeigas]

My Opinions Of TVDU In 2024

(They really haven't changed all that much but I feel like sharing)

–I loveeee Delena. Yep, I love this ship with all my heart and I'm not afraid to say it.

–I loveee Damon, probably another problematic opinion but I don't care.

–I don't like Caroline. There, I said it. She is just the kind of person that would irritate the shit out of me. Honestly, until season 8 I couldn't handle her scenes.

–Bonenzo is the best. Loveee it. They deserved better and I personally want to stab Julie Plec for how they ended.

–Bonnie deserved better. This is an universal truth.

–I hate Tyler, but I recognise that he was right to hate Klaus and right to be mad at Caroline for sleeping with him. Revenge on Klaus was kind of dumb, but understandable. He was right to want him dead.

–Klaus is my beloved, always going to be and I'm not even sorry.

–Marcel is a Mikaelson!!! Marcel is Klaus's son and his treatment is another reason for me to feel murderous to the writers of the shows.

–I don't like Kol. Yeah, he was right in many things, but he came across as somehow self-righteous and believed himself better than his family. Like bro, you aren't.

–Finn deserved better. I honestly still wonder if Finn knew about Klaus's real father, 'cause if he did Klaus would have a valid reason to hate him. I am saying this because in The Originals season 2 episode 3 we have flashbacks of young Klaus and the necklace Esther gave him. If I remember correctly Finn was always in the background and even retrieved the necklace when Klaus lost it. Given that Finn remembered Freya and what happened to her, it wouldn't be far fetched to think he knew who Klaus's real father was and hid it as well. That being said, he is a victim of his parents as well and deserved better.

–I hate Elijah. He just gives me the wrong vibes.

–Marcel and Rebekah made sense and I ship it. The Mikaelson family is insane with their romantic relationships, so they just sort of clicked.

–Kol should have taken the cure instead of Rebekah. Bekah could just adopt, but what is going to happen with Kol when Davina dies? Nothing good. Plus, he loved being a witch.

–Hayley and Klaus and Klaus and Cami made way more sense than Haylijah and Klaroline. Honestly and throuple with Klaus and the two women who call him out on his shit the most would have been chef kiss. Hope deserved two moms.

–Every Klaus ship made more sense than Caroline. Bonnie? Bennett witch and he likes witches. Aurora? First female vampire (other than Bex) and met him when he wasn't as he is now. Elena? Has Tatia's face, and I think if Klaus just tried to befriend her and explain why he needed to break his curse she would've helped. Camille? Her mind, she clocked him the moment they met, not to mention the O'Connell legacy. Genevieve? Powerful Witch. Hayley? Baby mama, werewolf princess and hybrid, not to mention they are similar. Stefan? The ripper days gave off fruity vibes. Damon? I love their scenes together, they have a similar vibe to them. Rebekah? He is literally killing her boyfriends left and right. Elijah? The codependency is strong here, Elijah's girlfriends have a higher mortality rate than Rebekah's boyfriends. Katherine? Tatia's face, also they are similar. Greta? Their few interactions in season 2 pointed to a thing going on.

–Elena is overhated. Baby has the biggest survivor's guilt in the universe and still she soldiers on. I hate when people said she was less compassionate as a vampire, I honestly thought she was the same. Like, she controls her hunger to become a doctor. She is too good for this world.

–Enzo should have been introduced sooner, Bonnie and him should have gotten together sooner.

–They should have explored Damon's trauma with Augustine more, and the fact that he always disregards his emotions.

–Klaus wolf side should have been explored!!!

–Unpopular opinion, but not everything Katherine did was necessary for her to survive. She could have easily contented herself with one Salvatore brother, but she had to go after both.

–Davina and Klaus needed more scenes together. I mean, that's her adoptive grandpa!

–Lily was awful, Damon was in his rights to not forgive her.

–I liked Valerie, and I liked her with Stefan.

–They should have explained more about Klaus ability to have children, 'cause that was weird. I loved it, but weird.

–Alaric should have died and the twins should have been raised by someone else.

–Matt lived too long.

–Jeremy and Damon were kind of funny.

–Bamon was really great.

–They should have addressed the fact that growing up Damon was the only one there for Stefan. We saw that in the flashbacks but they should have said it more.

–Damon purpose in life was to live for those he loved. My take on him.

–Damon was pretty humanity-full vampire until after Augustine when he turned off his humanity. But, five years of torture in the hands of humans would do that to a guy.

–The witches opinion on vampires were ridiculous. This species has been around for over a millennium, they are pretty assimilated in the magic ecosystem. I think their extinction would actually do more damage than their existence.

–Mikael and Esther deserved more pain.

–I think Dahlia only tried to negotiate with Klaus not only because he was Hope's father but because he was the only one who wasn't Mikael's son.

–Vampire/Supernatural politics are actually so interesting.

–Lexi was too hyped. And I don't get what she had against Damon in the forties.

–Legacies doesn't exist.

That's all. For now.

[z-spy]

idk why but i am becoming more and more repulsed by romantic relationships and sex and now it's not only because i can't stand the cult of marriage reproduction and childbirth in general but also because i see the way people in media talk and joke about this shit how they call people with whom they were in relationship before their "exes" like it's the only quality that this person has after breaking up with them and simply this whole culture of hating your ex and being enemies with them and if not then you are probably cheating on your current lover because you still talk to this person HOW STUPID IT IS-

i do not even mention that most of people immediately change their lovers if something is slightly wrong with them as it's so easy for them to replace the person they "loved" with another and another and another this invokes RAGE in me like where is the love where is the romance you are talking about??? it seems like it's easy for people not to understand those who they remain in a romantic relationship with but to call them abusive and "narcissitic"(and rn i am not saying that you should endure poor treatment from another if some genius already is on their way to accuse me in lack of comapassion towards victims)

the way people think that jealousy is normal and attractive and that you should "fight for your love" is a good thing and completely not stupid awful and selfish and how people try to convince you that you will change your mind about marriage and having kids not because they ACTUALLY CARE for you but because they WANT you to change your mind because they hope that you too will not be able to live without someone by your side because these people are OBSESSED with sex and they don't understand it and try to enforce it on people that are disgusted by this shit calling them weird and ill like bro you are the one who whines about being single or talks about your boyfriend/girlfriend/husband/wife/ex and your ships or that you are horny all the time get help + the fact that almost nobody believes in men and women being capable of building friendship with nothing romantic or sexual behind it or without being both gay or aroace irritates very much. WE ARE NOT IN KINDERGARTEN

and the way some people talk about friendship no because someone actually thinks that friends cannot hug and kiss each other say "i love you" and just be affectionate and considerate towards each other because those are things that only lovers do it concernes me i am afraid to imagine how they treat their friends(if they have any)

no now i understand why i am so repulsed by romantic relationships and sex.

[chipistrate]

do that with Cassie

Sure! :D

Cassie:

favorite thing about them I adore how sassy she can be- like yeah she'll go down and save Gregory from the ruined Pizzaplex, that's her bestie she'd do anything for him, but that won't stop her from complaining about it. i.e. "Under Roxy Racers? *huff* that's all the way on the other side, I'm not even close." Also I believe her VA said something about her not being scared when going into the Pizzaplex iirc cause she "didn't know she was supposed to be scared" and I think that's interesting,,, "yeah that old, decaying, falling apart, creepy Pizzaplex? I don't see why I'd be scared. Gregory wants me to go there so I'm sure it's safe. Plus, what could possibly be hiding inside anyways? Bugs?" <---clueless

least favorite thing about them I'm not good at picking out least favorite things about characters I love LMAO They're just precious and beloved and I see no wrong in them<333

favorite line "that was too close. I was almost a Cassie sandwich" the DELIVERY. I love her so much even in the worst situations she's still making little shithead remarks/aff

brOTP Her and Gregory are the siblings ever<333

OTP Again- if these can be purely platonic and have no familial or romantic meaning, then her and Ellis should be and would be best friends and I stand by this forever and ever

nOTP x

random headcanon When she met up with Gregory again after SB she started helping him tear down his missing posters. She didn't know why he wanted them gone or why he was so hesitant in public, but she didn't want to pry too much and just wanted to help out. She tried, couldn't get a lot of answers out of him, and realized it was just too out of his comfort zone to talk about whatever happened while he was missing, so she just resorted to helping him however she can!

unpopular opinion Tbh I don't think she'd be angry after the elevator fall or even believe it was Gregory- at least not immediately!! Like- I could see her becoming angry over time, but I honestly think that at first she'd 100% think it was the Mimic- I mean- she literally just met a giant endo that was trying to kill her that mimicked her friends voice and communicated through speakers, I don't think she'd assume her best friend would try and kill her after meeting a dude like that. Maybe she'd end up thinking it was Gregory later and becoming way more bitter about it afterwards if we're going the Vannie route, but I think at first she'd just be really tired and sad and upset at the Mimic, but not at Gregory. She probably just thinks "he's my best friend, he would never do that. I'm sure he's on his way to get me right now, so I just need to survive a few more hours and I'll be fine." or something like that

song i associate with them Hmmm if we're talking Vannie arc then I'd say "I'm Irritated" by Fishy Bishie. If we're talking normal Cassie, then I don't listen to a lot of songs that I would consider "Cassiecore" that aren't specifically made to be Cassie songs if you know what I mean? But maybe that one really good part of "One Normal Night"

favorite picture of them

She's so confident and happy how could you possibly hate her<333

[nanomooselet]

Episode Five: Child of Blessing

Roberto telling Meryl a spooky story is the most dad moment he gets, I think. It's both funny and endearing. He sounds so much fonder than he did in the first episode and it echoes Wolfwood trying to make Meryl eat dinner in the previous episode. He obviously finds it amusing to see her irritated, but if she's telling him off she's no longer focused on the heat.

It's good the episode starts with that, because up until [redacted] this is the possibly the roughest watch in the series.

From what I can tell, Stampede is broken roughly into four sections - three episodes for Vash meeting Meryl, four to give us the essence of Wolfwood, two about Knives (though arguably Bright Light counts as his, or maybe you could say he hijacked it) and the finale. But these categories aren't absolute. I believe all four sections reflect the conflict at the show's heart - what I think the producer called "the song of the brothers". This is an episode about the past, and it begins in the past, but it's also about the present, and about Wolfwood, and about Knives.

I love the soft, very faintly sepia-toned filter for the flashbacks. They feel warm and a little faded, like an old blanket that's still comfortable. So of course the story they tell is horrible. Rollo's mother didn't want to sacrifice her son, but in the world as her belief system had conceptualised it, it's his blessing upon the town, a wonderful thing. The other women all went through the same. And all of them have been lied to, manipulated, exploited - they are no more than expendable resources. Their god never appeared to them and gave nothing back to them. Every one of the children before Rollo died in pain, and despite the ostensible "success" Rollo represented, the first thing he does (it's implied) is attack and kill his mother. Twenty years later the town is deserted. And though Roberto's explanation of the sand's colour cannot possibly be true - it was already red when Rollo was still a normal boy - the picture painted with every other detail isn't one I really want think about.

This is a Wolfwood episode - the first time, I think, he has to act of his own volition for the sake of his goal. The first time Vash sees him assume the mantle of the Punisher. And Vash hates it. It hurts to see Rollo dead, to know that he can do nothing to save him now. But even more, it hurts to know that Wolfwood has no faith that Rollo could have returned when Vash is so eager to have that faith in Wolfwood. It's fairly clear that Wolfwood saw himself in Rollo - Wolfwood sees the drugs, we see his vials, they're the same colour and they do the same thing. The shot of Wolfwood coming to the realisation of what's been done to this poor kid is haunting. And the only solution he has is to put him down - the only solution he himself sees to what’s been done to him.

But… I feel like Vash's reaction, along with the tone of how the episode concludes, isn't just about losing Rollo and seeing his ideals torn down. It isn't just about Wolfwood showing Vash what he's had to become. Yes, this is in part an episode revealing the depths of Knives's cruelty, and they sure as hell aren't done yet. But it's not just that.

Rollo took on a different name. Rollo became a living weapon. Rollo was consumed by hate. Rollo murdered his mother, ruined his home. And Vash promises Rollo that he'll stay, that he won't abandon him to be all alone again, only for Wolfwood to dispense his “mercy” and put him beyond helping forever.

I think if there's anything Vash fears more than he fears what Knives will do, it's that his brother is beyond receiving any other mercy.

[maplebean2003]

Master millers daughter headcanon

Now imagine the anxiety he had probably when his wife was giving birth

Him pacing silently irritable waiting but cause he's anxious only to immediately be brought to mush the moment he saw his new family

Being terrified he'd be a bad luck charm or fuck this up somehow

Now imagine him hearing her first word be maxi buns and him laughing with his wife immediately picking their daughter up in his arms and cooing at her

Protective dad whenever someone gets too close

Him making baby formula while holding her and also on the phone

Him gently feeling her face to make it out since he can't see and just chuckling when he realizes she has his own eye shape or something cute idk

Him putting his glasses on her and snickering at how badass she looks

Him cursing only to immediately panic for her not to repeat it

her playing with her dad's long hair tugging on it even which hurts

Her puking on him the first time and him being sooo grossed out 'this is why I hate kids' he'd think only to see her face and immediately retract his thoughts with 'except her...she's the only acception.'

Him struggling so hard to properly get a diaper on her so his wife has to show miller how to fuckin do it and then he becomes an expert

Miller vanishing one day knowing he'd wind up dead at some point so to protect them he vanishes letting them think he was a deadbeat but nah he just couldn't handle the thought of his daughter or divorced ex wife finding him dead

Hence why no one knew for three days or showed up

Him actually having a tear slip down his cheeks as he dies knowing he never will get to see his daughter grow up

But smiling in relief that he got at least one good thing out of his lives entirety for once

Her

Her finding old photos one day of her dad looking like a stud in the 70's and realizing she has his exact old watch on her wrist having never realized it was his and just kinda grabbed it cause it looked neat

Or her having very similar glasses or hair aw

seeing big boss in the photo and raising an eyebrow when she turns it over only to see hearts skribbled on it finding out her dad would've been okay with her being LGBTQ+ as well

Chuckling lightly in amusement 'what a loser' she'd think not aware of how much he actually loved her

Wedding pictures dusty and not looked at for years

He'd look so happy and dorky in those pictures with his ex wife for once looking hopeful and even dapper even with his silly mullet

When his ex would tell him the news about her being pregnant miller would be flabbergasted and choke on the curry he was eating almost dying then and there in shock

He would panic thinking he would never make a good father but yet he'd make himself become one while he was alive

He'd shake and tremble when he'd feel the first kick in his wife's stomach and tear up emotionally but when asked if he was he'd lie and say no he wasn't

But a small smile always gave it away, he'd scold liquid and solid for cursing around his kid she's too little

Holding her he'd be shocked how fragile a child really was and he'd remember his own mother wondering if this is how she felt as well before she died

He wished she were still there to be a grandmother of this cool kid but he felt content believing that she was watching above

Just like he would for his own child once he'd be killed

Happiness For just a few brief months

It was the best few months of his life probably

He'd forever be glad he got to meet his daughter even if she wouldn't remember him and how he'd protect her with his life

So bittersweet

Sorry,I'm at work and just like

Realllllly love the dynamic and my mind is brainstorming so hard rn ;∆; I'm now sad

Had he gotten to live he would've been the dad that lets his daughter play makeup on him or like tea party time

Or maybe she'd prefer more war themed toys much to millers dismay and he'd scoff but have fun in the imaginary field more then the real field because at least when he Lost the imaginary field she'd jump on him and squeal and laugh triumphantly because she'd won the play time and he'd pretend to fall over Everytime surrendering

The only time he'd ever surrender would be to her and only her :'))

Now imagine them fighting each other for realow

planning to give his glasses to her when she's older to keep but never being able to because liquid wanted that inheritance first (aka millers death in a nutshell lmfao)

That's all MGS1 is is liquid being overly jealous that his siblings were liked better then him

The theme now in my head is bigger than the whole sky from Taylor Swift but it's Kaz to her :'))) FUCKING OW OW OW OW OW

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@inception30daychallenge Day 17: How did the team spend the rest of the week on the first dream level?

2 days, 11 hours, 45 minutes.

That’s how long they’ve been here, and they still had almost 5 days before waking up.

Arthur was sure he’d go insane first. He hated sitting idly at the best of times, but here, with anxiety about Cobb and Saito’s fates and crippling guilt gnawing at him and nothing to distract him, it was a particular flavour of hell.

He let out a weary sigh and tightened his grip on the rail overlooking the city. He was alone. Eames still had a duty to look after Fisher and no one was talking to Yusuf right now. Ariadne had stayed with him for a while at first, relating what happened on the third level and Limbo and just keeping each other company, but when she decided to go back to their designated warehouse to rest he didn’t follow, needing to keep on the lookout for projections. 

It was admittedly a flimsy excuse, the projections had calmed down now that Fisher was, presumably, at peace with everything, and there were remarkably few of them in the area of the city the team had claimed for themselves at a distance from where Fisher was staying. But he had already fucked up far too much for one job, he wasn’t going to take any more risks.

He tensed as he heard approaching footsteps, but then he recognised who it was.

‘Eames. Shouldn’t you be with Fisher?’

‘But babysitting is so boring, darling. I reckoned your company would be more pleasant.’ Eames answered cheekily.

‘Piss off, Eames.’ Arthur turned away from him. ‘I’m not in the mood for your games.’

‘Mm, it appears I miscalculated the pleasantness of the occasion.’

Arthur snorted. ‘Seriously Eames, why are you here? In case you haven’t noticed we’re still in the middle of a job and you left the mark alone. Do you realize how irresponsible it is?’

‘Relax, Arthur. Fisher’s fine, I may also hazard that the inception worked. But he actually did ask for some time for himself, so…’ He shrugged. ‘I’ll just go check on him tomorrow.’ 

Eames leaned on the rail beside Arthur. ‘I’m more interested in seeing how you're holding up, honestly.’

Arthur rolled his eyes. ‘I’m fine.’

‘Ariadne doesn’t think so. And forgive me, Arthur, but looking at you,’ he gave Arthur a once-over with no trace of his usual leer. ‘I’m more inclined to believe her than you.’

Arthur scowled. ‘Ariadne can well mind her own damn business. And you as well.’ It came out less angry and more brittle than Arthur would have liked, and he looked away.

Eames gently bumped his shoulder to Arthur’s. ‘Come on, pet. Don’t be like that. You can’t blame her for being worried.’

‘I wish she didn’t. There’s no need.’

‘Debatable. And in any case it doesn’t work like that, I’m afraid. She’s a good sort. Did you know she’s already dragged Yusuf out of his shame corner? And probably lectured, psychoanalysed and then forgiven him, by the look of things. Next we know, she’s going to rope him into playing cards or chess or something equally ridiculous.’

Arthur huffed out a poor approximation of a laugh. ‘Has she, now? I bet she even told him what’s the best way to grovel and apologize to us.’ He shook his head. ‘She’s too smart for her own good. And too good for our kind of world.’

Eames chuckled. ‘She’ll rule dreamshare one day, let me tell you. She’s even better than Cobb.’ And like that the mood sank again.

‘So is that what got you all doom and gloom, now?’ Eames asked after a minute with a sigh, far more softly than before, and Arthur felt a surge of rage.

‘Oh, for God’s sake, Eames! Of course it is! How can you be so unaffected?’ He snapped irritably. ‘Cobb and Saito are gone and lost in Limbo, and we’re still trapped here for days and not truly safe till we wake up and out of the plane, and we don’t know if and how they’ll be able to wake up at all, and if they don’t who knows what the hell expects all of us once we land, and it’s all my fucking fault!’ His voice kept rising and becoming more frantic as he got more and more worked up. ‘It’s my fault for being unable to do something so fucking simple as checking if he was militarized, and now all our fucking lives are hanging by thread! And for what? For nothing, no one!’

‘Enough!’ Eames grasped at his shoulder and shook it a little, the contact and firm order both so unexpected that stopped Arthur in his tracks. Then lower, gentler. ‘Enough, darling. Please. You can’t do this to yourself. You can’t take the blame for every single thing that went wrong. Not everything is neatly recorded, and even if it was, you had more than enough on your plate and no matter how hard you try you’re not a robot. Unexpected shit happens all the time. It’s not your fault.’

Eames started rubbing his thumb on the soft skin of his neck soothingly, and Arthur didn’t deserve it but he was weak, he was so fraught and exhausted that he couldn’t bring himself to shake his hand off, greedy for Eames’ warmth. ‘But it is. We wouldn’t be in this situation if we had known about the militarization.’ He said brokenly.

‘Or if we had known about the sedative.’ Eames grumbled. 

And yeah, okay, Eames had a point, that betrayal still stung. But still, it wouldn’t have been such a problem if he had done his own goddamn job. ‘But-’

Eames interrupted him right away with a squeeze of his shoulder, his gaze so intense Arthur felt himself unravelling under it. ‘But nothing, Arthur. You fucked up, okay, that’s true. But the mess we’re in isn’t just your fault. That knowledge wouldn’t have protected us fully anyway. Maybe Saito would have still been shot, or maybe you in an attempt to protect us, and then we would have been in even more trouble. We will never know. As we don’t yet know if Cobb and Saito are actually lost forever or not. But there’s no use despairing now, so let’s try to stay optimist instead, yeah?’

‘Eames…’ Arthur choked around the lump in his throat, and his vision turned blurry.

Eames suddenly wrapped his arms tightly around him. ‘Oh, Arthur, please, stop torturing yourself for it. You did the best you could. And even if it wasn’t enough, even if Cobb and Saito won’t wake up, we’ll cross that bridge when we get there. Together. But Cobb already came back from Limbo once. So, and I can’t believe I’m really saying this about that bastard, have faith in him.’

It was just too much, the last shreds of his facade crumbled and Arthur buried his head in Eames’ neck and cried all his frustration and exhaustion and grief, while Eames merely held him close and whispered sweet reassurances.

When his tears subsided he didn’t move, a bit embarrassed by his outburst, but Eames didn’t comment, merely asked if he felt better.

‘Not really. But maybe-’ Arthur let out a shuddering breath and finally lifted his head to look at Eames. He was smiling, sad and impossibly fond, and Arthur’s heart squeezed. ‘Maybe you’re right. If there’s someone who can come out of Limbo it’s Cobb, so we have reason to hope. I’ll try not to worry about it so much.’

Eames’ smile brightened. ‘That’s the spirit, love. And lucky for you, I know the perfect distraction from life’s troubles. How about we go teach Ariadne and Yusuf proper poker? We’ll make him lose all the extra money he’s unduly earned as punishment.’

Arthur let Eames drag him away in companionable silence.

It didn’t last long.

‘So.’ Eames started. ‘What happened in your level? It was only a fraction of a second so I can’t be sure, but I’d bet what I saw wasn’t the ceiling of the room.’

And so Arthur told him about how he fought projections in zero gravity and improvised the kick by exploding the elevator.

Eames’ eyes widened more and more, and when the story was finished he stopped them. ‘Why are you being so bloody modest? That’s genius. Never let anyone tell you you have no imagination. You saved us, Arthur!’

‘That’s you, I believe.’ But a small smile was playing on his lips.

‘Well, sometimes I’m an idiot.’ And he kissed Arthur soundly, and Arthur couldn't help kissing back, it had been so long. 

They pulled apart at the same moment and rested their foreheads against each other. ‘Darling, what are you doing after this?’

Arthur’s heart was pounding, but he was still the pointman and ensuring everyone's safety had to be his top priority. ‘Assuming everything goes right, we’ll need to separate, just like we planned.’

‘Can’t we just leave together? Just the two of us.’ Eames pleaded.

‘No. It’s too risky,’ Arthur reasoned, sounding regretful. ‘And I’m long due for a visit home.’

‘Oh. Yeah. Yeah, you’re right. But after that we will talk, right? About… this.’ He gestured helplessly between them, and his eyes were so huge and hopeful, mirroring the same longing Arthur felt, and Arthur couldn't resist.

‘Yeah.’ Arthur promised, entwining their fingers. ‘We’ll talk later.’

It was still raining, but Arthur felt lighter, a ray of hope in the shape of Eames had finally pierced through the thick clouds in his mind. Things were still a mess and very uncertain, and there was nothing to be done now till they woke up, but no matter what the future held, he wouldn’t have to go through it alone. He smiled.