#(poor civilians; man)

[twpsyn-who]

Today on "Another JeanMarco Soulmate AU absolutely no one asked for" I present to you -

Soulmate AU in which you stop seeing colors when your soulmate dies, the only exception being your soulmate. Now cue to Jean who just found Marco's, his best friend's, body. And you know, there's the shock of finding out Marco's dead. The pain and confusion and guilt. But there's also the revelation, because despite everything he can still see Marco like nothing took place at all- yes, half of his face is missing and his body is straight up lifeless, but Jean can still make out the color of his eye ; see that light shade of brown perfectly, remember all the times he has found himself looking at them while listening to Marco talk. He can still make out the colors of his uniform, see the same shade of black his hair has always had, practically see. Despite being dead, Marco was the only piece of color left in his life.

And there's denial for a moment because there's no way Marco was his soulmate. But that goes away fast, getting replaced by guilt. By the fact that he hasn't been there to save him, that Marco has to die all alone without anyone being there for him.

And that was worse than the simple fact that he could no longer see colors ; because Marco was there when Jean needed him, but he failed to do the same. And not only he lost his best friend that day, but his other half too.

[ot3]

Oops!

[voguewoozi]

can gabe saporta just stop talking please

[thebibliomancer]

Essential Avengers: West Coast Avengers #32: BURIED MONSTERS!

May, 1988

Hawkeye: “The reports said a monstrous creature was tearing up the area -- but who can see anything past these weird vines?!”

Wonder Man: “Uh -- GUYS!!”

Another very great cover in that attention grabbing ‘how did we get here?’ tradition!

Although, the speech bubbles do offer more context than you’d usually get from Superman killing his friends, or whatever.

The West Coast Avengers are tiny or they’re climbing a giant with flowing locks of hair, hair, long beautiful hair.

How’d we get here? We’d best read on.

But what has been going on with the West Coast Avengers lately?

I’ll start with the shortest thing first. Tony Stark Iron Man was short tempered, almost got into a fight with Moon Knight, refused to confide in Hawkeye, and then flew off. The team later received news that Iron Man had broken into the Vault prison, attacked the Guardsmen stationed there, and beat up the Captain America. So what’s bothering Tony is that he’s smack dab in the Armor Wars arc, where he goes around destroying stolen Stark tech.

The other, more difficult thing to sum up is this: when the West Coast Avengers were stuck in the past times, Mockingbird was kidnapped and drugged by Phantom Rider into believing she was his fiance. When she was broken out of the brainwashing, she pursued Phantom Rider to a cliffside. They fought, he fell off, and she didn’t make a move to save him.

Mockingbird hid from Hawkeye what happened to her and has been paranoid that someone would find out about manslaughtering the cowboy creep. Not helped when his ghost pops up in the modern day and makes it clear that he’s going to torment her over letting him die.

This subplot is really drawn out. For whatever reason, Steve Englehart is going to leave this book before resolving it.

Anyway. Is there a bright spot on the horizon? A reason to hope amidst all this bad?

Yes.

The Wasp is here!

I didn’t really used to care much about the Wasp. I didn’t hate her but I wasn’t a huge fan. But between Avengers Earth’s Mightiest Heroes the cartoon and the Shooter and Stern run where she becomes the leader of the team, she’s probably one of my favorite Avengers characters. If not the.

No shade on Hank but in contrast to him switching out identities and powers and trying to find something that worked, I think Wasp sticking with the Wasp name and powers (and changing her costume a fucktillion times, granted) really endears me to her. She’s gotten some power creep over the years but she’s made the get small go pew pew thing work for her and I appreciate it.

I also appreciate the art team Al Milgrom, Tony Dezuniga, and Paul Becton. Whichever of them decided that the opening splash page would be a great time to just draw a super detailed grasshopper just because. And that it seems alarmed by seeing a tiny person.

Anyway, Wasp deactivates the perimeter defenses with the deactivator that she happens to have. Did they give it to her in case she ever decided to drop in unannounced?

Because she’s unannounced.

She flies in through a window and in very Waspy fashion critiques the decor as ‘not bad but I would have done it different!�� and then finds the team moping or perhaps brooding together.

The team that broods together... I dunno, moods together?

They’re all sad about having to kick Iron Man off the team in Iron Man #229 so Wasp has shown up to offer moral support.

Iron Man gets kicked off more Avengers than you’d think.

Checking that issue really quick, oh neat its the one with the cover I consider to be the iconic Armor Wars cover because I saw it in Wizard magazine once.

I don’t have to read too far into the issue to bring the cross title context. Its how the issue opens.

The West Coast Avengers confront Iron Man, demanding to know why he’s been going around beating up other armored characters. Tony explains the Armor Wars plot, that he discovered that Spymaster had stolen some of Tony’s designs and sold them to Justin Hammer. And that Justin Hammer had equipped his lackeys with the tech and sold it to other criminals and governments.

Insert joke about redundancy, if you like.

Iron Man: “I obtained a list of the people utilizing that technology. A list complete save for one mysterious glitch. But when the amount of pain, destruction, and even death caused by the people on that list sank in -- my heart felt like a lump of shaved ice in my chest. My inventions were partly responsible -- and therefore I was responsible. Something had to be done.”

So in a very Tony Stark solving the problem esque way, he went and solved the problem by beating people up.

Hawkeye asked why Iron Man didn’t ask them for help and Iron Man says that he was afraid they’d say yes. And he didn’t want them to burn down their lives the way he’s doing to himself.

As chairman, Hawkeye has to worry about how Iron Man’s Armor Wars will make the Avengers look so he tells Tony to cut it out now.

Instead of cutting it out, Tony goes to Russia to try to negate his tech in the Crimson Dynamo and Titanium Man armors. But while’s he’s successful against Crimson Dynamo, he accidentally sorta kinda sets Titanium Man on fire. And kills him.

When Tony returns to the US, Iron Man has been branded a traitor and an outlaw and Russia is baying for him to be extradited to face murder charges. When Hawkeye tells him to account for himself, Tony says Titanium Man’s death was the result of self-defense and that he regrets but doesn’t apologize for it.

Not willing to tie the Avengers’ reputation to a wanted criminal, the West Coast Avengers take a vote and decide to boot Iron Man from the team.

Oof.

Not a great day for Tony.

So that’s the context that happened between issue 31 and 32. And why Jan says she came to visit the West Coast team.

Wasp: “It’s a time for us to pull together, like family!”

She even cut her vacation short, when she heard about the Armor Wars.

Saying so opens the floodgates of feelings. Let them all out, gentlemen.

Hawkeye: “Is this what it means to be the boss, Jan? Kicking out the guy who turned my life around and made me an Avenger in the first place?”

Wonder Man: “I figured he’d always be here! He was the one I measured myself against -- And if I decided after a while that I’d surpassed him, I still figured we’d test that out someday!’

Moon Knight: “I, on the other hand, hardly knew him -- !”

Pfft.

To make it better, in his internal dialogue with Khonshu, he also adds that they both found Iron Man’s armor pretty garishly colored. Because sun colors. Even though his Silver Centurion outfit is just silver and red. Maybe they’re thinking of the classic gold and red look?

Tigra asks Jan if Iron Man becoming an international criminal is really why she came to visit. Maybe she actually came to see her ex-husband Hank Pym hint hint hint hint??

And Hank just so happens to walk in just after Tigra insinuates.

Jan and Hank have... some kind of amicable exes conversation.

The last time they really saw each other was in West Coast Avengers Annual #2/Avengers Annual #16. Remember how the two Avengers teams fought each other?

Wasp: “I’m sorry that the only time we’ve met since you became an Avenger again, we had to fight -- !”

Dr Pym: “That’s all right! I’m not entirely sorry that I had to beat you!”

Wasp: “I just wasn’t prepared for the change in you! But if we make it two out of three -- !”

Dr Pym: “I’d still take you, Jan!”

Wow. Cannot believe Wasp tried to play nice by apologizing that the teams were tricked into fighting each other and Hank responds by going ‘well, I’m glad that I kicked your ass.’

And then Wasp says she’s sure she’d win if they made it two out of three and Hank goes ‘no I’d still kick your ass.’

Wow wow wow.

Tigra basically tells them to go fuck already. Wasp gets annoyed but Hank replies that Tigra is going to be catty.

I’d scold him for saying that but Tigra has repeatedly said she does x or y things because they’re cat things. She’s leaning into it.

Anyway, Wasp reiterates that she’s here to lend a hand in their time of crisis but Hawkeye says they’re have a good amount of hands between the five remaining members. And that if they need help they’ll call La Espirita or Hellcat or Hellstorm.

Oof.

Wasp says that she’s not here to try to usurp Hawkeye as the chairwoman of the east coast team. She left the position a while ago and she’s just here as an Avenger and friend.

Wasp: “But I’m not going to force myself on you -- !”

Hawkeye: “That’s not what I meant -- !”

LET HER STAY DAMMIT

Then Mockingbird comes in and suggests they ALL GO ON VACATION!

So while Wasp has been discussing with the rest of the team, Mockingbird hasn’t been in the room. She’s been in the next room over, on the phone, looking up information on Lincoln Slade (Phantom Rider) with the Mormon Genealogical Library. Apparently, they’ll just give information away. She learns that his only living relative is Hamilton Slade, a professor of archeology at the University of Nevada. So she calls the university and learns that Hamilton Slade is at the Grand Canyon.

So she comes into the conversation already in progress (says a quick ‘hi, Jan!’) and casually suggests that the whole team go to the Grand Canyon.

No need for a discussion, time skip to the next day where they’re going to the Grand Canyon. I guess a hike in the Grand Canyon sounded neat to everyone.

Although, after landing in the nearby airport, Hawkeye complains that he’d rather go to Seattle because he already spent more than enough time (and almost died) in Arizona while they were lost in space-time. But he was out-voted.

Jan is apparently impressed? Surprised? with the West Coast Avengers. Because she comments that she’s really seeing the difference in how the two teams are run. The West Coast Avengers are a lot more “hang-loose.”

Dr Pym: “Absolutely true, Waspie! We’re as proud of the Avengers’ past as anybody, but we had a chance to start over, and we’re takin’ advantage of it! That’s what the west’s all about!”

Tigra complains about how cold it is. She’s actually wearing more clothes than a bikini now and hugging herself for warmth.

She was expecting it to be warm but they’re in the mountains. So, it’s cold.

Wonder Man suggests that he could help warm her up by hugging her with his big, strong arms. But Moon Knight tells Simon to back off because Tigra is with him.

Which he’s assuming just because they’re made out a bunch. But Tigra tells him that she doesn’t belong to anyone.

Tigra, do you do anything besides generate love triangles?

She does tell Marc that she’s glad she makes him jealous because she’d be worried otherwise.

Geez, Tigra.

Khonshu chimes in Marc’s head and asks why the hell Marc is so into her. I mean geez, she’s obviously sun-oriented! Geez!

Marc tells his god to butt out because the heart wants what it wants and in this case it wants to make out with a catgirl.

Tigra mistakes Marc scowling at nothing as he communes with his god as him being mad at her and apologizes.

The West Coast Avengers and special guest the Wasp are all in civilian duds. Keeping low profile, y’know?

Except Wonder Man is a movie star who starred in a movie and all he did was put a coat on over his costume. He’s instantly recognized as movie star Simon Williams and a small crowd mobs him for autographs.

He seems chill about it but Hawkeye is a bit annoyed.

Maybe Hawkeye is annoyed because he foresees that Wonder Man will be at this for ten minutes.

Anyway, after that, the West Coast Avengers and special guest the Wasp start hiking down the Grand Canyon.

And Hank decides what this hike needs is an awkward conversation.

He asks his ex Jan why she’s really hanging out with the West Coast Avengers. Especially since she finished one vacation and then went on another one with the team.

Man, you sound like an idiot Hank. How many years of marriage and you don’t know that Jan loves the fuck out of vacations?

Haven’t you ever heard of needing a vacation from your vacation??

Jan tells Hank that she’s just curious how the West Coast Avengers operate since nobody from the East Coast team has spent much time with them since the new team was formed.

She tells him she’s definitely not here because of Hank’s “resurrection.”

You’re the only one bringing up the topic, Jan.

Dr Pym: “You make it sound like I was dead!”

Wasp: “After that strange vidcall, where you sounded so sad -- !”

That would be the call Hank made when he was making preparations to kill himself. Before La Espirita manic pixie dreamgirl’d into his life. Jan doesn’t know about that. She just knows he made a weird call where it sounded like he was saying goodbye and the next thing she knows, he’s reinvented himself like he’s having a midlife crisis. Got a new look, a new ride, new powerset.

You know... speaking of the new look... The red jumpsuit is fine. Neat to have a costume that’s more utility. But I kind of liked when it looked like he would just do superheroing in his lapcoat.

Everyone else on the hike pretends not to be eavesdropping, while totally eavesdropping.

Wonder Man draws a comparison to when Hank and Jan seemed a perfect couple when he first met them in Avengers #9. Versus how messy their breakup was.

Hawkeye asks Mockingbird whether she thinks Wasp came specifically to see Hank. But Mockingbird, unlike the others, really isn’t eavesdropping. She’s distracted by her own thoughts and quickly changes the subject to go HEY LOOK BUDIANSKY POINT!

Among SHIELD agents, its known as the place giant anti-Godzilla robot Red Ronin fought a giant monster.

And while Hawkeye is looking at Budiansky Point and not her, Mockingbird chucks an explosive into the canyon, causing a massive WHOOM of an explosion that unleashes

YETRIGAR!

A GIANT BIGFOOT OF A KAIJU!

Or, more probably, a giant yeti.

During the confusion of a giant explosion and then a giant yeti, Mockingbird slips away but Hawkeye notices her absence and gets worried. Because she went missing after a giant explosion and the emergence of a giant yeti.

But Moon Knight notices her ducking down a side trail and covers for her, claiming he saw her thrown back thisaway and runs off after her.

Reassured that Mockingbird is entirely safe probably, Hawkeye calls for the West Coast Avengers to Avengers Assemble on Yetrigar.

Which involves:

Crumping.

See? Crumping.

As Moon Knight follows Mockingbird, encouraged by Khonshu who is intrigued by the her, the floating disembodied ghost heads of Steven Grant and Jake Lockley pop up. Steven complains that Khonshu is monopolizing too much of Marc’s time and Jake says Steven just wants to be the one monopolizing the time. Marc’s floating disembodied ghost head tells both of them to knock it off.

And I guess Moon Knight sees all these floating disembodied ghost heads because he comments how weird it is that Marc appeared alongside the other “false personalities.”

Khonshu just shrugs it off that to an ageless god like himself, all personalities seem ephemeral.

Good talk, guy.

Mockingbird reaches a ridge overlooking the camp of Hamilton Slade.

All of what she’s done - convincing the West Coast Avengers to go to the Grand Canyon and then unleashing a giant yeti monster - it’s all been to get some face time with this guy.

And beat the fuck out of him.

Imagine his perspective.

He’s doing his archeology thing, minding his own business, and a woman tackles him out of nowhere and tells him to leave her the fuck alone or she’ll murder him.

He has no idea what the fuck is going on!

He recognizes her as the Avenger Mockingbird but he has no idea about Phantom Rider except that his grandfather’s grandfather had the name!

And while Mockingbird is yelling at this guy, Moon Knight watches from above. Khonshu’s voice in his head approving of Mockingbird.

Mockingbird doesn’t take a ‘I don’t know what’s going on!’ as an answer and starts punching Hamilton repeatedly in the face.

Meanwhile, Hank Pym has a plan!

Which is good because while Wonder Man has been having the time of his life punching a giant yeti in the face, he also has to acknowledge that without Iron Man as another flying strong guy to back him up, there’s way too much risk of a bystander getting hurt.

(Dammit, Mockingbird!)

Hank tells Wasp to go sting Yetrigar as hard as she can while he briefs everyone else.

Wasp: “Fine -- I sting him as hard as I can! It’s still Goliath’s grandpop versus David’s little sister!”

Although, since Wasp is actually awesome, she stings Yetrigar hard enough to get his attention and ire. Good job, Wasp!

Then per Hank’s plan, Hawkeye uses his cable-arrows to tie down the distracted Yetrigar.

Hank and Tigra jump on the monster’s back. Hank for plan reasons and Tigra to keep Hank from falling off.

Hank does almost fall off, by the way, when Yetrigar breaks the cable arrows keeping him bent over. But Tigra catches Hank. Good job, Tigra!

A very crucial part of Hank’s plan was to find Yetrigar’s ear under all that hair. So he could stick a brace in it and then use his Pym powers to enlarge it.

The pain of something growing inside his ear makes the giant monster pass out and fall to the ground.

And that’s how the West Coast Avengers beat a giant monster.

But back to the part of the plot where Mockingbird is beating a man to death.

Moon Knight grabs her and pulls her off Hamilton.

Mockingbird is alarmed that one of her teammates saw her beating the shit out of some guy but Moon Knight goes full 0 to 60 damage control.

Moon Knight: “You -- man! This was a mistake, you understand? The lady mistook you for another! Even Avengers cannot be perfect! I realize no words can recompense you for the shock and pain you’ve suffered, but send all medical bills to me personally at West Coast Avenger Headquarters and I’ll see that they are paid in full! To me personally -- understand? Submit nothing to your insurance! This is an internal Avengers matter! We would consider it a great and personal favor if you could find it in your heart not to report this to anyone! Few would believe you, anyway!”

Geez. Just blasting all that out there breathlessly feels kind of scummy.

He doesn’t even give the man a chance to respond before walking off with Mockingbird. And the man does look beat to hell. His face covered in bruising.

Mockingbird insists as they’re walking away that this random Grand Canyon archeologist is Phantom Rider but Moon Knight tells her to keep moving.

She asks why he interfered.

Moon Knight: “I hardly know myself! I admire your method! But a striking fist must be driven by certainty, not supposition! --- And --- I need to develop many friends among the Avengers now!”

Aww? Frens?

Real frens will help you cover up a crime?

Anyway, as soon as the two heroes are out of eye shot, Hamilton is like ‘well, that was weird!’

He wonders if this has anything to do with something he’s done during one of the blackouts he’s been getting since he found the burial cave of Lincoln Slade, Phantom Rider.

... You’re an idiot, Hamilton.

Anyway, the phantom of Phantom Rider possesses Hamilton just so he can have a big laugh about the situation.

You sure have fun by yourself, Phantom Rider.

Anyway. Right after knocking Yetrigar the fuck out, Hawkeye gets right back to wondering where Mockingbird is. So thankfully, she and Moon Knight return at just that moment.

Mockingbird lies and says that the mysterious explosion - that could have been caused by anything who knows - pinned her leg under a boulder. But that Moon Knight got her free.

Hawkeye is so pleased at what a good job Moon Knight is doing rescuing his wife that he announces on the spot that Moon Knight’s probationary period is over. He’s a full-fledged Avenger (West Coast)!

Tigra, being characteristically catty, points out that Mockingbird keeps vanishing when there’s a fight. But nobody really pays attention to that.

Wasp announces this is some vacation but she’s gotten a measure of the team now AND she knows a strained relationship when she sees it. She used to see it in the mirror every day.

(Oof.)

But what’s weird is that while Mockingbird is showing the signs of a strained relationship, Hawkeye is coming off like he thinks everything is hunky-dory.

Wasp: “What’s going on in this group...?”

Oh, you have no idea what nonsense you just walked into, Jan.

But I can recommend a liveblog that’s pretty thorough. Give Essential Avengers a look if you have a minute.

What a scamp am I. Follow @essential-avengers​ maybe. I’ve gotten over 20 followers so now I have to follow through on that promise I made to cover something outside the regular books. Like and reblog this post if you liked it or want to share it. Maybe comment on it. I always like that.

[blackwaxidol]

Drone's muscle strength far exceeds that of the organic form she was built to mimic. being caught in her grasp is nauseating, her hand around your throat... it is not all dissimilar to having your limb caught in the jaws of a factory machine. the kind you are pulled free from only after the machine has been baptised with a pint of your blood.

mm. will she smile, at the popping and tearing of your laryngeal structures? will you see her teeth, lacquered to a dark sheen? will you make her laugh? she has tumultuous mastery of her facial muscles, the corners of her mouth do not move in a way that suggests a smile so much as a mirthless grin. the mechanical exposing of the steel teeth to imply one's pleasure, nothing more.

[littlefankingdom]

Bruce is a overprotective and kind of strict parent, but he is very lax in some domains where other parents wouldn't. Here are some examples:

His kids stealing money from him. You will never catch Bruce Wayne lecturing his kids for taking his money. In the Arkhamverse, Jason steals 5 millions from Bruce's bank account to buy his army, and the problems for Bruce are: he didn't know it was Jason so it stressed him a bit, and Jason used it to buy an army.

Stealing from him in general. What is his is theirs. Unless it's dangerous. (Cars are death machines for his anxious self, which is why buying another batmobile for the young justice is not acceptable, or is kids taking it for a ride. He did made Redbird for Tim as a gift for when he got his license.)

Stealing from the cops (he has done it himself so many times)

Stealing money from rich people. In Knightfall, Bruce meets a British vigilante named Hood who steals from the rich to give to the poor, and Bruce had NO problems with that. He likes the young man. Stealing possessions is an issue tho. (Dick should follow his Robin Hood's dream, his father is fine with that)

Hacking into government facilities or anything really. Unless it's to harm an innocent civilian, like a classmate, he will not say anything. Hacking the FBI? Good. Hacking a russian mafia? Ok. As long as they do it safely and follow Barbara's instructions, it's fine.

Lying to him. Bruce is always impressed when he realizes one of his kids lied to him and he believed them. He's the Batman, after all, they have been able to fool the Batman. When he learns that Tim invented a fake uncle, he is proud of him and he tells him such, because he made the Batman believed it.

[batsyheere]

The Bats tend to have favorite civilians, paramedics, cops, that they love to mess with or claim. It gets even worse when multiple Bats favor the same person and try to call dibs.

Danny ends up as one of these people.

It starts when he gets off of work late and finds Red Hood and Red Robin sitting on the curb eating pizza. He hadn't eaten anything all day, and it smelled delicious, and so what few braincells Danny had left scattered and he asks, "Can I have a slice?"

Both vigilantes turn to look at him, then each other, and shrug. They let him take a slice.

It was only the beginning.

Spoiler gets a tired "thanks" saving Danny from a mugging.

Black Bat practically buzzes with glee when she learns Danny knows sign language and helps her speak with a child witness.

Signal gets a more energetic Danny, though also a cautious distance after Signal once smacked into Danny and spilled his coffee all over the poor man.

Nightwing gets the brunt of one of his bad days when Danny decides he's done being held hostage and slips out of the bindings to chuck his shoe at the Riddler. Nightwing hi-fives him later for managing to hit Riddler in the face.

Even Robin has moments with Danny, after catching him taking care of some stray animals amd chasing off idiots who were looking for dogs to put into a recent (and very quickly shut down) dog fighting ring.

When everyone actually figures out Danny is the SAME Danny they all have been seeing around, Bruce has to fight the instinctive headache at the incoming fights. And resist the urge of looking up what seemed to be just a random Gothamite.

Danny at this point just wants a nap. And for these weird undead beings that didn't do well with his ice to stop coming for him. He had student debts to pay.

[direwombat]

mmmm with the most recent chap of katc up i'm taking a little brain break to work on a saoirse/price prompt in my inbox and. i can't stop thinking about john's "end of the day, someone needs to make the enemies afraid of the dark" speech and how saoirse, as a freelance war reporter, holds a similar ideology of making war criminals (ie...men like price...) afraid of being held accountable for their actions by exposing the blood on their hands.

[elizabro]

please consider how you engage with aaron bushnell's death. you may react to it as you will, but it's crucial to remember that his death was specifically a call to action. it was not meant solely to shock but to draw attention to a vast moral hypocrisy: that to many, a soldier dying in a campaign backed by the U.S. government is noble, even if the soldier kills innocents to do so, even if the cause is morally bankrupt--but this? this is insanity. a man taking his own life, on his own terms, in an attempt to help others while hurting nobody else, is somehow less rational and more horrifying than the mass killing of civilians.

of course aaron's death was horrific. but as he said beforehand, it is realistically no more horrific than what's happening in gaza. if we can't stomach this, then why can we stomach children being bombed? thousands being starved? for all that self immolation is, it brings death in a matter of minutes. it is a fraction of the amount of pain, fear, and grief that people in gaza are experiencing. it's just that we are able to quantify it. and this tiny, quantifiable sliver of horror is still so unbelievably awful. how can anyone bear to think about anything else when this horror is happening a millionfold in palestine? this is the question aaron bushnell was asking. and he wanted you to face it, head-on, watching him burn to death.

I've been seeing people make fanart. minimalist graphics to sell on t-shirts. to commodify his death, to mythologize it not a day afterwards, is not only in poor taste but a hindrance to his message. the answer is not commodification, nor is it defeatism, nor is it rejoicing in his death. if you want to honor aaron's legacy, take action. channel your horror and your outrage into making a material change. this wasn't about him. this was about palestine. remember that it was always about palestine.

[captainmoonlite]

yes i love 'to kill a king' (2003). yes i hate 'to kill a king' (2003). what's not clicking

[yandere-writer-momo]

Yandere Head Canons:

The Hands That Hold You

Yandere Assasin Harem x Oblivious Fem Reader

TW: Somniaphilia, uncomfortable themes, yandere, stalking, mention of size difference, potential of being held captive, cunninglingus, smut, etc

The town of Rellikhold, a peaceful town filled with quirky citizens. Each with a mysterious past and lack of warmth. And you had received a special invitation by the government to live in this new town! Aren’t you lucky?

Poor little you had no clue that this town was filled with ex-contract killers who’ve never felt warmth nor kindness in their life… they were all a moth to your flame. Each one wanting to stake a claim on you, even if it was at the expense of another’s life. You belonged to them.

Callum: Scotland (Florist)

Callum is a massive man with a soft yet muscular build. He has a thick red beard that he keeps trimmed and a mustache he keeps curled up. Callum also has red chest hair and arm hair (the curtains definitely match the drapes). He is 35 years old and a retired sniper. Callum has a heavy Scottish accent and he’s the warmest of the villagers.

This big, muscular red head was shocked when you waltzed into his shop. You were so small and your steps were so clumsy like a newborn fawn. Yet it was your eyes that caught his attention. He’s never seen someone’s eyes filled with such innocence. It intrigued him.

Callum is easily flustered with from your bright smile and warm personality. Yet he can’t help the intrigue he felt from your arrival. From one glance, he knew you were just a regular civilian… what on earth were you doing here? This place was so dangerous.

Yet you’re oblivious to everyone’s past and treat him no differently from a regular man! Your interest in his flowers warm his heart… Callum is immediately taken to you. You’re so cute and you’d fit so perfectly in his arms… he’s never felt this way before.

Callum often looks forward to your visits to his shop. The red head often reorganizes the flowers just to make sure they’re to your liking! Callum always makes sure his beard is well trimmed and his long curls are pulled up into a bun. He has to look presentable for his little lady!

Often lingers around you like a shadow when you’re in the shop. Callum would lose his marbles if you ever came into his shop with a visible wound or bruise. He’s extremely obsessed with your well being.

Callum often offers you his jacket and holds doors open for you, he’s a total gentleman. A gentleman who believes you’re his. He sees no other logical explanation on why you visit him so often. You have to have a crush on him, right?! Don’t worry… he doesn’t mind that you’re shy. He has no trouble taking the lead.

It will take a total of four months until he’s trying to be more physically affectionate towards you. Callum believes the two of you are dating. His large, calloused hands often brush against yours or he’ll grab your waist to steer you in another direction. He cannot get over the size difference.

You’ll often have free bouquets delivered to your house with cute hand written notes. Which are often accompanied by Gaelic terms of endearment. “M’eudail. Mo chridhe. Etc.”

And if Callum ever spots you with one of ten other villagers? His stabs at affection take a turn to be more bold. In his mind, you’re trying to make him jealous… not to worry! Callum will give you more of his time! Whatever you want, he will give you! Even the heads of your enemies neatly arranged in a bouquet.

Callum I willing to do anything to keep you happy and satisfied. He’s the least selfish of the others. If you want to have a sexual relationship with him, he’d be more than happy to oblige!

Callum will have you bent over every surface and even his shop (with the curtains pulled down of course). Just so he can stuff you with his thick fingers and fat cock. He’s extremely giving and he’s more than happy to perform cunninglingus on you.

One day, you went into his shop and were filled with such fright, it made his heart ache!

“What are you so scared for, m’eudail?” Callum husky voice asked. The large man made his way over to your disheveled form. “Has someone frightened you?”

Callum bent down to your level and held your cheeks in his palms. His thumbs brushed a few tears from your cheeks as he shushed you.

“It’s okay, mo chridhe. I’ll keep you safe.”

Günter: Germany (Police Officer)

A tall, muscular blonde riddled in scars from head to toe. His blonde hair is always cut in a military cut and he’s extremely stoic. No one can ever tell what he’s thinking and he hardly speaks. Günter is Char’s identical twin brother and also an ex bounty hunter. The pair are both 29 years old and very feared members in the community from their reputation.

Günter was extremely wary of you at first. He isn’t used to people taking notice of someone like him or being warm to him.

Günter is extremely stiff when you interact with him. He often glances the other way if you stare at him with your pretty eyes for too long. He’s unsure of why his heart flutters whenever you’re around. Günter has never been in a relationship in his entire life. He’s so awkward and quiet around you, but his stoic expression never shows it.

You once grabbed his hand when you tripped and Günter swore he was electrocuted. He was quick to help you up onto your feet as he silently checked you over. His heart thrummed in his chest when you gave him such a sweet, grateful smile. It’s how Günter realized he’s smitten with you.

Günter often offered to walk you home to keep you safe. He’s the least delusional of the others and a rather lucid yandere. He is aware of the difference of reality and his fantasies. Which is why he will never act upon them on you. Everyone else is free game.

If someone upsets you even the slightest bit, they are instantly on his shit list. And if they make you cry or try to harm you? They’re as good as dead. He’s the town’s cop and the most prolific killer of them, so what can they do to stop him?

Günter is very aware of the others’ twisted feelings towards you, especially Char’s. He often hides around the corner as he watches his sister wash your hair. He’s a bit jealous of the intimacy, but he knows better than to be greedy. He’s a cop, not a hairdresser.

He’s usually quite silent but he often shows you his soft side. Soft smiles and tender touches. Günter is incredibly gentle despite his massive height.

Günter would be over the moon if you wanted a relationship of any kind with him! If it’s sexual, you sadly won’t be doing much walking. Günter tries his best to be gentle, but he soon finds himself blowing your back out while he whispers German pet names in your ears.

Günter also secretly has a breeding kink so keep an eye on him. If he’s in the heat of the moment, he will whisper his darkest desires in your ear. Of how he wants you round and fat with his kids with a ring on your finger.

And Günter will not share. So don’t even think about sleeping with anyone other than him or he will make several attempts to baby trap you.

“Meine Liebe, why do you cry?” Günter asked you softly with a frown. The police officer sat beside you on the park bench, his muscular arms now wrapped around you in a hug. “You know you can tell me anything… did someone make you upset?”

You just rest your head on his chest which made Günter melt into a puddle. He’s quick to scoop you up into his arms. “Do you want to head to my home, meine liebes Mädchen? It’s getting dark out and it can get dangerous at night.”

And the instant you nod your head, you’re swept off your feet in a bridal carry. His normally stoic face now had a small smile on it.

Finally… you were finally coming home where you belonged.

Wan: China (Photographer)

Wan is an average height man of Chinese descent. He’s quite feminine appearance wise, but don’t like that fool you. He’s one of the most dominant of the villagers.

Wan typically keeps to himself. Hes not as massive or intimidating as the other men. His long black hair is typically pulled back into a braid and he usually roams the village’s park or beach.

Wan is a bit shocked when he first met you since he can tell off the bat that you’re a regular civilian. Did the government send you as some sort of social experiment to see if their retirement was successful? To see if a group of ex- bounty hunters can integrate into society without a hitch? How peculiar.

Wan often trailed you home to see if you had any attachments to any governments. He didn’t want a government spy ruining his idyllic life and he was not afraid to eliminate you if that were the case… but you were clean! Annoyingly so.

You had simple hobbies and a permanent smile on your face. You were friendly and warm like a dog… like a pet. It made Wan’s mind wander to more promiscuous thoughts. Would you enjoy a collar and a leash while he dominated every aspect of your life? Perhaps you would since you always greeted him with such a warm smile and baked goods. You must have some sort of attraction to him, right? Why else would you bake for an acquaintance so often? (Wan had no clue you did for all of your friends).

Wan often invited you out for walks with him on the beach while he snaps photographs. It’s when you accidentally enter one of his shots that turn his whole world upside down. How could someone be so beautiful?

Wan started to snap photos of you smiling and dancing when in his company but it wasn’t enough. These simple photographs simply wouldn’t do for him anymore.

What started off as innocent photography took a quick, dark turn into obsession.

Wan began to slip behind you in the shadows to follow you everywhere. Whether you were simply enjoying a meal or beverage, or even sleeping, Wan captured it all behind his lens. Wan wanted more! More. More. More. More!!

His photography room was now covered in photos of you. There was not a single empty space left of the wall or ceiling that wasn’t adorned with your being. His darkroom still had thousands of photos developing as well. Wan simply couldn’t get enough.

When Wan found out there were others, he was extremely upset. What on earth did you see in Callum or Günter? They weren’t nearly as impressive as him! Wan was slim and far more flexible. Wan could bend your body in ways it’s never been before.

Wan often snuck into your room to lay beside you. To inhale your scent and to caress your soft, pliable body. Would you freak out if you woke up to see him or would you submit to his desires? This risqué game of his never grew tiring…

If you begin a sexual relationship with Wan, he’s incredibly rough. He has incredibly sadistic tendencies such as pulling hair, choking, licking up your tears, and harsh spankings… but he will talk you through it.

Slender fingers stroked your cheeks as you slept soundly. Wan smiled at how unaware of your surroundings you were. How could someone be so cute?

“Lǎopó, you’re so precious…” Wan bent forward and tenderly pressed his lips against yours. In his eyes, you were his lover. His and no one else’s. “I just want you to be my beloved pet, bǎobèi.”

Wan pulled your covers over your shoulders and over his body while he spooned you. This was the only time you were all his and no one else’s… and that’s the way he preferred it to be.

Amari: Thailand (Musician)

Amari is an amab individual but prefers to go by they/them. The twenty four year old often enchant others with their ethereal beauty. They have sun kissed skin and long black hair that frames a symmetrical face, one would think they were carved by the gods themselves. Yet Amari is partially blind due to their final assignment so they were forced into an early retirement compared to the others. Yet they pretend they’re fully blind to appear weaker to the others. They’re one of the most dangerous of the villagers due to their unpredictable mannerisms.

Amari can often be found in Belladonna’s restaurant playing the khene. Their mystic melody is as intriguing as they are which often captivates their audience.

Amari is incredibly shy and will be startled at first if you talk to them. Yet they’re eager for the companionship. Amari is the easiest to get close to compared to the others due to their young age. If you compliment them, they’re completely enraptured by you. You think they’re beautiful?! You love their music? Amari cannot get enough of praise.

Amari often trails after you like a lost puppy. They will often play the ‘helpless blind’ card just so they can hold your hand. They can’t get enough of how soft you are. Oh what they wouldn’t give to be able to see you… there was not a doubt in their mind that you were lovely.

Amari will play their khene for you and sometimes they’ll even sing. They’re your own personal song bird! They’re willing to perform any song for you so long as you eagerly listen to them just like they eagerly wait for your praise!

Amari will want to spend every breathing moment by your side. They’re stuck to you like velcro and unmovable. Suffocatingly clingy due to them never receiving warmth, Amari cannot get enough of your sweetness. They want you all to themselves.

They cannot stand you giving your attention and affection to the others. Look at them! Listen to their music, you said it was lovely! Just be theirs! Please. Please. Please. Please.

Amari will pathetically beg for your love on their hands and knees. They will use every card in their deck to manipulate you into their hands. They will not share and they will not surrender you.

No matter how puppy like they are to you, they’re a monster the others will not go near. Being involved with them is like being trapped in a spider’s web. You were doomed from the first interaction.

They’re one of the only ones who will stoop low enough to take advantage of you in your sleep (besides Wan). Their mouth is always buried between your legs as you sleep completely unaware of their efforts to get you used to them. They can’t get enough of how sweet you taste. Of how your body contorts and your toes curl in pleasure. Sometimes if the moonlight hits your face just right, they can see your face. And they make sure to burn that image in their memory forever. Oh what they would give for you to know it was them.

Amari pressed kisses up and down your thighs as your back arches in pleasure. So beautiful… so unaware. You’re just like a butterfly caught in a spider’s web.

“I love you…” Amari whispered against your skin, the assassin ran a tanned hand through their long locks in an attempt to reel themselves in. It was easy for them to get lost in the moment, but they needed to be patient. “And I know you love me too.”

Amari pulls themselves away from in between your legs and rests their head on your stomach. A soft hum escaped their thin lips in thought. It was such a beautiful night and they were happy to spend it with you.

Char: Germany (Hair Dresser)

Char is Günter’s identical twin and they couldn’t be more similar if they try. It’s easy to confuse one for the other since Char looks incredibly masculine. The only difference is their placements of scars and her blonde hair is just a little bit longer.

It takes awhile to earn Char’s friendship. She’s quite self conscious of herself since she looks so much like a man. Compliments will win her over and make her blush. She’s quite fond of being called handsome or beautiful.

She enjoys washing and trimming your hair for you. She cannot get over how soft your hair feels between her fingers…

It doesn’t take long for her to fall for you compared to her brother. She’s another sucker for praise, but she gives praise even more. Char is the queen of pet names.

Char is incredibly protective of you, just like Günter. The difference between them is that Char collects little keepsakes from you. Oh yes, she has a shrine dedicated completely to you.

Char is obsessed with you. She collects the trimmings of your hair and any utensils you had used in her salon. She tells herself it’s to keep herself from acting on her impulses, but that’s a lie. She’s simply obsessed with you.

If you ever vent to her about any one in the village, especially new comers, she will get rid of them for you personally. Typically in a rather brutal fashion. Anyone who upsets you simply doesn’t deserve to live.

If you’re ever curious about her past, she will tell you. She’s the least secretive and the most honest. Char will even admit about her shrine of you if you ask. She wants to be an open book that you can read at anytime. Trust her.

Char will often flee to the back room of her salon if she gets a bit too riled up from her interactions with you. If you follow her to the back because you’re worried, there’s no guarantee she won’t have you bent over the break room table with her lips eagerly pressed against yours and her fingers yanking at the waist band of your pants.

Out of everyone, Char is the most obsessed with your pleasure. She’s incredibly giving. It doesn’t matter the time or the location, if you’re a bit moody she will pull you into the nearest room and go to town. Be as loud as you want as she pushes your body to the point of overstimulation, she wants the others to know you’re hers.

“Meine Liebe…” Char whispered as she presses kisses all across your fear stricken face. An expression you always wore due to how passionate of a lover Char was. “I’m sorry I got carried away again.”

You nuzzled into your lover, who only peppered you with more kisses. “Mein liebes Haustier, I love you so much… how about you just stay in mein arms forever?”

Belladonna: French (Chef)

Belladonna was once a renowned poison specialist, hence her name. She’s a tall, slender twenty nine year old woman with fawn brown hair and sharp, feline like features. Belladonna is heartless and cold, just like the deadly poisons she once used. She’s a closeted lesbian and a very open misandrist.

Belladonna is the owner and head chef at Le Jarden. She’s quite prideful of her cooking and she only prepares the best cuisine. Belladonna has a tendency to be quite pretentious and she’s very rude if your French isn’t adequate.

Belladonna does not like Ignacia, to others it looks like she singles out Ignacia a lot, but they have a very complicated past. Belladonna is incredibly critical of others and holds herself at the highest standard. She’s also quite the bully.

Belladonna will chase out male customers from her establishment. They are not allowed in Le Jarden, no matter who they are. (She often gets into arguments with Callum over his floral choices).

If you catch her attention, it’s because you stood up for Ignacia when Belladonna gave the poor woman a verbal beat down. Belladonna immediately takes your defiance as a challenge.

Belladonna will often pick verbal fights with you, but she’s intrigued by you. You were a regular civilian and yet you stood up to her of all people? You had some guts. Plus, you still tried to be kind to her. It frustrated the chef to no end. Belladonna always feels conflicted when it comes to you.

Belladonna’s words often cut like a knife but you’re surprisingly quick witted with your comebacks. She enjoys the back and forth. To her, it’s like a game. And Belladonna wanted to win.

Her hostility increases the more she interacts with you since Belladonna has never experienced feelings of this magnitude before. Belladonna could not differentiate between love and hate. You confused her and made her mind in constant disarray…

You’re sweet to the point you make her teeth rot and she hates it… or at least she tells herself that.

Belladonna hates when you interact with the others! Especially the men (and Amari). She’s much better than them- wait… why did she care so much about what you did?

Your once pleasant words soon become sour whenever she enters your peripheral. You no longer try to smile or wave at her, only scowl. It confused her even more. Why did she care whether you liked her or not? You were just a civilian… right?

You eventually snap sense into her when you tell her you despise her. You… hate her? No… she didn’t want to be hated! No. No. No.

Belladonna loses her mind when you constantly reject her. You won’t come to her restaurant and you won’t accept the many, many bouquets she leaves on your doorstep. Why won’t you forgive her? She never apologizes, so she truly means she’s sorry. Please forgive her, she can be soft. She can be soft.

She will kiss you until your lips are swollen and bruised. Until your lungs are nearly out of air and you’re breathless. Belladonna could be your oxygen! Your reason for being! She can do everything the others do, if not more! She has access to various poisons and other plants, some that could take you to pleasures of immeasurable heights! Just let her worship you��

Belladonna will go to extreme measures if you continue to ignore her desperate attempts at reconciliation. And that includes poisoning you so that you’re briefly paralyzed.

Belladonna’s slender hands hold your cheeks as she quietly sobs from above your still form. She knows you’re afraid, but this was your fault! You pushed her to do this!

“All you had to do was forgive me… Je t'adore. Je ne voulais pas te faire de mal…” Belladonna slipped into her first language while the waterworks began. She was so conflicted and confused. Her new feelings were overwhelming and concerning. Belladonna was usually level headed, but when it came to you? She was a dumpster fire.

Belladonna pressed her forehead against yours, her tears now mixed with yours into a long stream down your face.

“Je n'ai jamais ressenti ça auparavant, mais je suis sûr que je t'aime. Je t'aime tellement, ça me rend fou.”

Ignacia: Nicaragua (Writer)

Ignacia always wears a steel mask over her face and completely covers her body. No one knows what she looks like under there and she prefers to keep it that way… she was a twenty seven year old bomb specialist. At least until the accident. Her entire body is now covered in third degree burns. She is no longer beautiful so she hides herself away in order not to scare anyone. Her accident landed her in an early retirement as well.

Ignacia is biromantic and asexual. She’s always been more interested in books than people. Fictional characters comfort her more than real people.

A few years ago, she had a mission to take down a French politician and ended up destroying Belladonna’s secret hide out. Which is why Belladonna despises her. Ignacia isn’t too bothered by it though since she’s the one who received the worse end of it,

Her English isn’t the best so she rarely speaks. She often observes others from the corner of every room. Through the various interactions she observes, Ignacia created a fictional world for her characters in her stories. It was an escape from her harsh reality in the real world…

She’s so shy when you come up to her. Don’t you know she’s a beast under this mask? That she’s not as picturesque as the others?

Yet your kindness makes her knees turn to jelly and her heart leap in her chest in hopes it will escape its prison made of bones. Perhaps you were her chance at real life romance rather than the comforts of the printed texts in her books?

Ignacia is delusional. She overthinks every interaction you have with her. If you touch her hand on accident, she believes it’s because you’re shy! She’s shy too! If you compliment her eyes, she will try to wear masks that show off her eyes more. She’s so ecstatic that she shakes whenever she receives words of praise from you. It’s so exciting! Ignacia is living out a fairy tale romance!!

Ignacia began to build a perfect image of you in her head. To her, you were the perfect princess in a fairy tale book and she was the knight that would save you from the monsters (the other villagers). You were kind and sweet, the kind that needed to be locked away so nothing could harm you.

Ignacia begins to decorate your future home with her! She will ask more questions and bout your hobbies and interests so she can make it all perfect for you! She will incorporate your favorite colors and themes just to make it into your dream space! A pretty cage for her pretty princess!

Ignacia simply wants to keep you safe from harm. She doesn’t want you to ever injure or harm yourself. Her carelessness had landed her in her own predicament and she wouldn’t dare let you suffer the same fate. Ignacia was your knight in shining armor!

“Buenos díaz, mi amor!” Ignacia beamed at you while she handed you some breakfast. You were confused on your whereabouts, but Ignacia simply crinkled her eyes up from under her mask (she smiled). “Did you sleep well, mi princesa?”

“Ignacia? Where am I-“

“¡Estás en casa! !Donde perteneces!” Ignacia giggled as she affectionately pressed her mask into your cheek. Home? What did she mean by home? “Estás a salvo aquí, mi princesa. Para siempre.”

[lemedstudent2021]

miss maam. ive had my heart set on psychiatry for some time now, and before that a deep interest in psychology (before med school lol), and before that still i used to watch open heart surgeries on tv. i consider myself to be strong stomached (and somewhat desensitised) when it comes to graphic content and concepts.

yet when it comes to the dumpsterfire that is israel, if the bar for potential slivers of humanity and basic human decency was on the ground, time and time again they show up with fucking shovels, ready to decend to new depths of abhorrence.

ive seen a lot over the years, but nothing like this. ever.

[rusedrabbles]

I have been thinking a dangerous thing to do before morning coffee and the sarcophagus of forvever sleep sounds like it had to be a collaboration between Clockwork and Nocturne. So I thought Time/Sleep/War polycule with halfa son.

The grief of losing their ghostling had driven Pariah mad, and in his blinding rage, the halfa population was massacred. To stop the Observants from attempting regicide, Clockwork and Nocturne created a sacrophagus to keep their husband.

As it so often does, the passing time faded memories of why the Ghost King had gone mad, painting him a senseless tyrant instead of a despondent father.

A ripple across screens, a shift in time's progression, and a new halfa. Time carefully pulling strings, Sleep keeping watch to ensure a restful nap (for that's all they ever seemed to amount to, his poor son always rushing, always busy with something)

An arrogance unchecked rousing the slumbering king, a desperate child forcing him back into his prison, but the magic doesn't take hold. Now awake, having seen what his husbands saw, Pariah would not sleep through his lost son's new life.

Phantom was a new hero, one who seemed to wander a fair bit. Batman had already tried to find anything about Phantom, to very little success. Historical records of a teenager appearing to help before vanishing, allusions to a child of Kronos grumbling about timestreams, whispers of a young man whose rage was like a glacier, slow and unstoppable once it starts to move. The Lanterns had records of entire ships frozen solid, Phantom having been the last sighted individual before they became glacial space debris. Constantine and Raven both vouched for Phantom, which was why he was a part of the team, but there were still too many questions without answers...

The Justice League was heavily outnumbered, and while they could win, it would not be without heavy civilian cost. At least, that was their original thought, until Phantom Wailed for his father (?) and a massive Lazarus green rift ripped open above him, allowing a ghostly warlord with a Crown of Fire through, a skeletal army marching silently in the warlord's wake.

[gojosprettyprincess]

A/n About mha but there's so many jjk characters I feel like would do this :3 so sorry for any errors.

Thinking about having a Pro-hero boyfriend that everyone loves, they adore him, he's just so sweet and kind yk?, literally would do anything to protect the civilians, helping people and saving them from villains. Practically risking his life every single day for others with a smile plastered on his face. Everyone looks at him with pure adoration and honor.

But behind closed doors when he's with you, he's not so nice and sweet when he has your body folded in a mating press, heavy balls slapping against your asshole as he's stabbing his cock into you in a reckless pace that has your cunt gushing and creaming all over his length, he makes sure that he's balls deep buried into your cunt to the hilt with every hard thrust. Every. Single. Time, when he's frustrated because of work, whether it's because a villain got away or he didn't get to save a civilian, he takes it all out on your poor cunt as soon he gets home, he doesn't waste a second. He doesn't even bother getting his hero costume completely off before he's rutting his hard cock into your tight hole, splitting it in two around him while he's stretching you apart.

He thrusts himself so fucking hard into you that he might almost break you one day because of how reckless he is with your poor little body, training and working out is a serious thing for him so him being so fucking bigger and stronger than you even than a normal man is no surprise, matter a fact he practically has the body of a fucking Greek God so manhandling you into whatever fucking position he felt like bullying his cock into you in and fucking you stupid in, wasn’t that difficult for him at all.

He loves having his way with you, it's almost sadistic how he laughs and mocks you every time he has you blabbering a bunch of nonsense on his thick cock with fat tears leaking out your eyes, big strong arms flexing against you, displaying his ripped muscles while he's holding your body effortlessly as he's fucking you in full nelson, your pathetic little babbles and moans filling his ears as he's licking your tears away. Hell, he'd even have you screaming his Hero name while he has your filthy cunt making a mess all over his cock.

And oh there's no words to describe how much he loves making you nervous and teasing you whether it's circling his thumb over your asshole, and poking it ever so slightly so he can hear the shifting of your moans, making you overthink that he's going to force his thumb inside of you, then he just chuckles and moves his thumb towards your clit to rub sloppy circles on the sensitive bud. Or whispering a bunch of nasty shit to your ear while he's ruining you because he knows how much that shit drives you crazy.

"Fucking hell I'm gonna ruin you, gonna reshape this cunt to the size of my cock so it could be perfect just for me, you get that? You belong to me".

"Such a good little cumslut f'me aren't ya baby? so fucking warm and tight for my cock".

"Fuckkk princess no one can fucking ruin this cunt like I can, your daddy's one of the best fucking heroes, only I can fuck you this good and stupid, yeah?"

[qcomicsy]

Random convo I bet happen between civilians and vigilantes

Civilian: What hair product do you use man?? My man's hair is shiiiiining

Nightwing, chuckling: I just let it dry (lying)

Civilian: Naaaah, man I see you jumping from rooftop to rooftop everyday, tell me your secrets–

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Gothamite: And who's gonna pay for this scratch on my car?!!!

Robin (Tim), trying damn hard to stay stealth: Don't you have insurance?

Gothamite, don't giving a fuck: No!

Robin: You should have–

Gothamite: You know what? HEY TWO-FACE–

Robin: No, no, no– Hold on–

Gothamite: HE'S RIGHT HE–

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Gothamite: Okay- Cannabis is very much legal in L.A.

Batman: We're not in L.A.

Gothamite: Yeah that's funny because– *runs*

Batman: *Runs after him.*

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Gothamite: See I don't hate you

Signal: Always good to hear that–

Gothamite: You doing a pretty good job.

Signal: I–

Gothamite, also a bus driver: But you gotta stop being thrown at my window–

Signal: I don't control where villains throw me.

Gothamite: Yeah bro– But you better start, otherwise there's gonna be one more out there–

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Gothamite, also a security guard on his phone at 3 am: Yeah, no honey it's literally desert here–

Gothamite: HOLY SHIT

Batman:

Gothamite: Fucking warn a guy, mY GOD–

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Gothamite: I thought you were taller.

Nightwing: I heard that a lot.

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Gothamite: How do you see on that thing?

Batgirl (Cassandra):

Batgirl: I don't.

Gothamite, terrified: Oh okay–

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Batman: Shouldn't you be at home?

Gothamite, who's also a teenager very much snicking out at four am: Shouldn't you mind you business?

Batman:

After being forcefully driven to home on the batmobile

Gothamite That was really unecessary–

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Gothamite: Are you alone??? Where'd your dad? Where's Batman?

Robin (Tim Drake, early days): Batman's not my dad.

Gothamite:

Gothamite: See now I'm concerned.

Robin: Oh no–

Gothamite: What's is this a internship...? A job...?

Robin: You know what? Yeah, Pretty much.

Gothamite: Really? Oh okay, okay. I'm less concerned– Because–

Robin: Yeah I can see–

Gothamite: Like "is he kidnaping those children"?

Robin, chuckling: No, no–

Gothamite: You get paid?

Robin: Not really.

Gothamite: I'm back at being concerned–

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Gothamite, from her window: Have you eaten yet?

Robin (Dick): No– (lying)

Gothamite: Oh, the poor child– Oh shame on you

Batman:

Gothamite: The poor kid– You're dragging him alone with you to fight crime on a empty stomach?

Batman:

Batman: I–

Gothamite: Unbelievable. I expected more on you– Hold on sweety I'll see If I have some cookies here to give you.

Dick: :)

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Robin (Damian): Do I look like a fucking child?

Gothamite: Do you want me to answer that?

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Old Gothamite being around the city since Batman year 1: You sound different.

Batman (Dick Grayson): No I don't.

Gothamite: Yes you do–

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Gothamite: She looks different.

Gothamite: Mark is the same girl.

Gothamite: No honey, she looks different, she's was taller

Gothamite: Honey you're being paranoid.

Gothamite: She was a red-head!

Gothamite: Oh, Mark. Now the girl can't even dye her hair? Just because she's a Super-hero? Por girl can't even reinvent herself and people on this city start saying she's a different person?! Let her be! Her life must've be hard enough–

Gothamite: Jennet I swear to God that's not the same girl–

Batgirl (Stephanie), just trying to get some information:

Gothamite: You never notice when I change my hair–

[vlovann]

I got a teenage Robin in me washroom…