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Borisin Warhead Hoolay x Reader - All You’re Good For

: cum, piss, degradation, blood (lil bit), aphrodisiac, Hoolay is a gross meanie :( , but he’s also a powerful tyrant so :)

This was all written on my phone during sleepless nights haha I can’t fix the spacing ;-;

It’s hard being a foxian in this world run by borisins. Allies are far and few between, even amongst your own kind. All it takes is one threat, one little push and you’re being sold out or used in the worst ways.

It had been days and you’re exhausted, paranoid and running on nothing but a few berries you have yet to see if are poisonous. It’s been a few days and nothing, so you’ll try some more tonight… if you make it out alive.

You were part of a group of foxians that plotted to run from the farm you were held in, what’s started as 11 now dwindled to five as most of you were either captured and killed in the escape or gotten too sick and died along the way. It had been a plan in the making that would have been perfect, had it not been for one factor:

Hoolay was coming.

Everyone knows the visit of the borisin warhead always lead to large feasts, having most of the ‘stock’ dead by morning. It was either make a break for it then or succumb to certain death.

So, you fled. Which leads to now, having you shaking beside the campfire, fingers anxiously brushing through matted knots in your tail, and the four men now looking to you like you were a burden.

“All I’m saying is that there’s no use having dead weight when borisins could jump on our tail at any second. We all play a part in this pack, but, what do you do?” One stated as though it was a matter of fact, hand held out in expression.

It was true you hadn’t really contributed much, though one could argue you found the berries, you were the only one brave enough to try them. You did plan on sharing if they were safe; that’s out the window now. Your lips thin as you refuse to make eye contact. Trauma has rendered your vocabulary useless, you don’t remember how old you were when you last spoke. Now, only pitiful sounds are able to escape your mouth, little hums and grunts of pain.

They took this as another sign of weakness, one of the other foxians scoffing, “You won’t even make conversation with us? We want someone we can rely on, not a pet.”

Everyone seemed to have different opinions of your value, all of which lead to one conclusion: you’re useless. It wasn’t until the fourth of them spoke that anyone even considered otherwise, “C’mon, guys, don’t be so harsh, you know she’s a mute. She can’t help it if she’s… underwhelming. Females are only made for one thing after all. Surely I can’t be the only one feeling lonely.”

It was that comment that made your heart pound most of all. A debate broke out of whether or not you’d be worth keeping around for something as trivial as sex when their lives were in danger. You look to starry sky above, the smoke pluming through the canopy as you think about their accusations. You were the most quiet of the bunch. You watched one of your comrades get their head stomped in right before you and didn’t even scream. One of the men here almost got everyone caught because a centipede crawled past. All in all, it could only be boiled down to blatant sexism. Their entire lives they’ve been slaves, and now there’s a taste of freedom and they want to turn the tables.

You’re being regarded again, everyone awaiting your answer, “So, wanna spread them legs and we’ll keep you safe? Cmon baby, you can trust us to protect you.”

It was a no brainer on your part, though you’ve never been one for conflict, you were prepared to fight them on this. Exhausted, paranoid, starving. You a pop a few berries from your pocket and into your mouth, thinking this might be your last meal if things go south as you shake your head in a silent, ‘no’.

The main perpetrator loses his smirk, obviously not amused by your response. He stands and cracks his neck, “No? I think you just need a bit of encouragement, baby.”

Immediately, you stand to take the defensive against him. You wonder if you could outrun them, given that you’re all in the same state of distress. One of the first foxians stands too, holding his hand out in hesitance, “W-whoa, hold up. Don’t start a fight here. Besides, you can’t just force someone to have sex with you.”

Another stood up, following the others straps as he comes to crowd you, “No no, I actually agree here. I think she needs to show us some gratitude.”

The last one merely sat in silence, avoiding his eyes from the scene, looking visibly uncomfortable but not wanting to step in.

Your eyes darted between the two approaching and you threatened by taking a deep breath, mouth opening as if you to scream. Their eyes panicked, not wanting any sound to alert unwanted attention. Regardless of their beliefs on your voice, they didn’t want to risk it.

A slight freeze from them was all you needed, you turned tail, beginning to run when a critical mistake caused your foot to get caught on the log you were sitting on. You went tumbling down, only barely managing to turn on the ground when you were tackled by your former comrade. His hand already over your mouth as he laugh, straddling you, “See? Pathetic! You can’t even run away by yourself. You need us.”

Your hands tense as your nails sharpen, ready to thrash when the other grabs your right wrist, pinning you down. Not long after, the first one grabs your other, his instinct telling him this was better than having you fight back and alert their position.

It wasn’t until his hand trailed under your shirt and caressed the bare skin of your stomach that something truly snapped inside of you. Pupils dilating, mind quieting and teeth sharpening, you managed to tilt your head enough to bite painfully into his hand, blood quickly spilling from the punctures.

His scream was loud, startling, the one on your right wrist jolting enough for you to wrench your arm away. Just as you were about to scratch at him, he gave you a swift punch to your face, nose cracking and pooling blood over your mouth. It disorientated you enough for him to grab at your throat, holding you down, “Fucking bitch. Maybe it’ll be easier to use you if you’re not breathing.”

His taste for violence was the perfect opportunity. As his face drew closer and no one retrained you, thinking you were knocked out enough to not need it, you thrust your hands to his head, nails digging into the back of his skull as you pushed him forward and impaling his eye over your thumb.

The others stepped back now, stunned and scared, leaving you to leap forward before he could recover and drive your teeth into his throat like a wild animal. Frenzied, scared, hurt and adrenaline coursing through your veins, it was enough to drive anyone to do drastic things.

You didn’t notice the rustling of bushes, the way your comrades bolted from the scene. Too busy focusing on ripping his throat out and showing him that you’re not just some foxian that’s going to roll over and heel. Tears streaming down your cheeks as the taste of blood came rushing over you, you are going to fight, too.

Once he goes limp is when you stop clawing and attacking, sitting back with a squelch as you reach up to wipe the water from your eyes. You were drenched. Blood painted from the lower half of your face, down your throat and over your teeth. Nose bruised and broken and leaking. Nails filthy and you’re sure there is flesh under them. You’re not a killer. You never wanted to be a killer.

And then the clapping began. Thuds of heavy footsteps rush past you as you look up, paling and almost vomiting from the surprise. There’s no mistaken that the borisin that stands before you now is Warhead Hoolay, and beside him is his right hand man, Mok Tok. The pack with him was chasing down the others that ran before.

Hoolay seemed very amused, crouching down and grinning as he picked up the foxian’s head by the ear before letting it hit the ground again, “Only the strong survive. This whelp was nothing more than all bark and no bite. You, however,” he gazes back to you, standing, “I’m impressed. Even foxians in the fighting ring have more compassion. You truly didn’t hold back.”

Running isn’t an option. In the fight he had gotten a few good hits and kicks in, your ankle throbbing in pain. Not to mention the stench of blood on you. Foxians had a great sense of smell - Borisins, an even better one. Your only option is to fight, and even you know the single outcome here is death.

Mok Tok stepped around, standing behind you as he examined your state of well being. He hummed gingerly before saying, “Dine in or take away, master?”

Another once over from Hoolay had him walking over to you. He didn’t have a care in the world, hand larger than your head reaching out towards your face. It was enough for you to kick into gear, using what was left of your strength and latching onto him with all the fight you had left. Your teeth barely dug through the fur on his paw, nails only strong enough to hold you to his arm without so much as pricking blood, your legs feebly kicking into his large chest. It probably felt more like a massage than any form of pain.

You tried with all your might and the only response you got from him was a boisterous laugh. He easily yanked you off and threw you to the ground, rolling until you hit Mok Tok’s foot, “Take away. This one amuses me, see to it she doesn’t succumb to her wounds.”

In no time you had some form of metal around your neck, clasping with the rattle of a chain. You’re dragged a few feet before being hauled onto your aching souls. Mok Tok handles you with little care, tugging you to a pace you couldn’t keep up with.

…

It was only you, the bystander foxian that didn’t stand to help, and the initial foxian that tried to keep everyone quiet that remained. The lackey of the culprit you fought had been tied at the end of your chain link, only to fall to his wounds and die on the road. The borisins had snapped his portion of the chain off like it was nothing, leaving his carcass to rot in the mud.

You were at the front of the line, trudging behind Hoolay and his bitch boy with your hands cuffed in front of you, connected to a chain on the thick collar around your throat. A longer, thicker chain trailed behind you to the others, walking in a single file.

It was quiet, the night turning from black to the blueish hues of morning. In the distance thunder rumbled, promising the relief of rain to come. Your feet were filthy from the mud, having lost one flat, uncomfortable shoe days ago and tossing the other at a wild animal that tried to bite you. It turns out bare feet was only marginally more uncomfortable. At least the dirt of the road and squelch of the mud was nicer than sticks and brambles in the forest.

Every closing of your eyes almost had you tripping in sleep. You tried not to blink but since the adrenaline was wearing off, all the pain and exhaustion was coming forward tenfold. It was probably stupid, but the man behind you decided to try their luck with a conversation, “Are we-“ they coughed, their voice a lot scratchier than you anticipated, starting again when they noticed their ears pricking back to listen, “Are we going back to the farm?”

Mok Tok was the first to sneer, his scarred face glaring at him as he snapped, “You weren’t given permission to speak, whelp.”

Hoolay raised his paw to silence him, “It’s fine. Let them wonder, the smell of fear is a welcome sense.” Once the smaller borisin bowed in submission, Hoolay glanced at you from over his shoulder, his intimidating size only making you feel all the more caged in this otherwise open countryside, “The farm owner doesn’t want runaways such as yourselves. You’re coming to our den. Those who can’t serve as servants will be meals before battle.”

One of the men behind you whimpered in fear, the chain slightly rattling as they quaked. You wish you could have the energy for such an emotion. You felt yourself lagging, needing to pick up the pace if you didn’t want to end up lunch for the trip back. With a pained sigh, you skipped forward and listened as they continued questioning, “Did you search for us on purpose, or was it all a coincidence?”

It seems Hoolay was in a generous and talkative mood as he humoured, “Your previous owner informed us of the escape. Such a foolish plan, don’t you know we wolves love to hunt little foxes like you? You couldn’t have picked a worse time to…”

As Hoolay spoke you were progressively losing focus. The sunlight peeked behind a cloud and pierced your eye, a strain feeling like it was hitting your brain. Your hands weren’t low enough to see if you had any surviving berries in your pocket, food maybe being a cure. By this point it was difficult to make out the words anyone was saying.

The next moment you know is your face in the mud. It’s cool to your cheeks, comforting from the recent events. Mok Tok’s voice cuts through incredulously, “Me? Master, she is just a pitiful fox. I suggest we eat her and be done-“

“Are you questioning my decision, Mok Tok? I’ll gladly fight you over it, think you can take me in a battle,” Hoolay says, already knowing the outcome.

Mok Tok surrenders immediately, breaking off your chain and throwing you over his shoulder. Your lungs are pushed of air, and though he isn’t careful in the least, you despise how warm and inviting his fur is. It isn’t long before you’re drifting off, passing out in the hopes that this is your end and you don’t have to experience another day in this hellhole.

…

It was a long ride, your trio of prisoners thrown on the back of a wagon full of leftover foxian meat when it was established you were walking too slow. Most of it was wrapped in cloth and sat on crates with misshapen ice inside to keep relatively fresh. It only became hard to stomach when one of them got hungry.

A few borisin were striding alongside the cart, keeping in pace with the quieter man of your group. They were shoving an amputated foot in his face, laughing and urging him to try it. “You’ll never know if you don’t have a taste~”

You did your best to keep your gaze away, he may be an arsehole but you still regarded the corpse’s leg with the dignity you feel it deserves. Though your kind believes the spirit moves on, it was still hard to witness in the living realm.

It seems your ignorance of the scene didn’t grant you any relief. However, instead of the group of mutts hounding him, you were graced with the mighty presence of the Warhead himself. He held out an arm to you, fingers daintily hovering before your face, calloused skin proving their hard work in life. Hoolay eyed you with interest as he said, “What about you, small one? Have you developed a taste for your own kind?”

The stains of mud and blood still remain on you, your nose only having a brief look at once you reached the wagon of ‘goods’. If your aggressive fight had taught you anything, it was that living prey wasn’t your ideal meal. You shook your head and turned away from him, hoping he would give up this pointless endeavour.

Hoolay brought the arm to his maw, ripping the flesh and chewing loudly, as if to accentuate just what exactly he was eating. Without warning, his sharp claw drags roughly from the base of your skull and down your neck, stopping between your shoulder blades when you jumped forward in shock, the chains rattling as you eyed him with malice. Whatever he saw in you made his lips part in a smirk, then he laughed loudly, the rest of his pack watching their leader toy with you in silence. “What do they call you?”

Even if you could talk, you wouldn’t want to tell him your name.

He raises an eyebrow at you, “Oh? Even still defiant over such a simple question?”

Mok Tok was clearly more offended than his leader, “How dare you ignore our Warhead Hoolay! Master, please allow me to show this whelp just how grateful she should be-“

Sensing the growing tension, your other prisoner comrade interrupted fearfully, “Sh-she doesn’t talk, lord warhead. She’s been silent for as long as we’ve known her.”

This seemed to interest Hoolay even more. “Oh?” With ease, he jumped onto the wagon and sat opposite of you, right next to the prisoner who had spoken on your behalf. Teasingly, he caressed his face with the back of the foxian’s hand, “Then you can tell me. What is her label?”

Shakily, he looked to you as if you could help, too scared to move away from the amputated hand. You merely shrugged, then sure what to tell him, so he said what he could best remember, “I think… I think she was part of B block so… it may have been B132.”

You’re not sure with how you got away with not being branded. Perhaps it was because you kept your head down and didn’t cause trouble, mixed with the fact that they forgot. The farm wasn’t the best run, order and structure not something they’d place in their résumé.

Hoolay looked back to you, “Is that correct?”

Again, you shrug. You were told it once and then never again. The only ones who really remembered were the branded ones.

Hoolay picks at his fangs with the nails of his meal, humming in thought before tossing the arm far away into a field, “I suppose it matters not. Servants will be renamed, as will food.” Another amused rumble comes bubbling from his chest as he stands, a large paw grasping your injured face and turning it from side to side, making you wince as he growls lowly, “Food always tastes better when there’s… personality.”

You took that as an omen for your future.

…

The rain and humidity was a horrible combination, though you found yourself enjoying it more as the grime was sort of washed from your face and your wrists were lubricated from the blood that was washed down. Quietly, you had been working on wriggling your hands out of the cuffs to give you some more space to work with when you try to escape again.

There was nothing you could do about the choker around your neck, however if you could at least get your hands free then you’d have the ability to use the environment around you easier. That, paired with the fact that your chain was no longer connected to the others thanks to Mok Tok, you think you had a fighting chance.

Or else you’re condemned to be food.

It stung, the way your flesh ripped and teared when you shimmied it back and forth in the metal. The others had seen you but didn’t speak up, thankfully, not wanting any of their attention.

You felt sick with anxiety when the new blood made it easier to pull through, almost slipping out, your bones bruised and aching before you pushed your hands back in to avoid them being freed completely.

The rain had lessened, which wasn’t ideal but you could tell it would stop soon and you wanted to go with as much covering as possible. You were in another dense forest, it would be the perfect time. So, you got work, stomping your foot on the wagon to get someone’s attention.

It was Mok Tok who turned, glaring at you with a harsh, “What?” Your tail was squeezed between your thighs, jumping up and down to indicate you needed to pee. He seemed he was about to refute it when he had a second thought, turning to Hoolay and saying, “Master, the last toilet break for the prisoners was 12 hours ago. Shall we stop once more or wait until we arrive to the den?”

Your stomach dropped, did that mean you were close to their home? It really was now or never. Hoolay looked back to you, and you tried hard to show how desperate you were to go. He motions for everyone to stop, coming to you, “Fine. You two take the other prisoners. I’ll handle this one myself.” Like a giant claw - and you suppose it technically was - he grasped you by the top of your head and lifted you from the wagon, placing you down in the mud, your toes sinking into the mushy soil.

He had to nudge you to walk as you panicked. Why was splitting you up now? Every other time it has been one borisin watching you three, you were counting on that to have their attention diverted. Now the Warhead himself wants to watch you pee?

You get a considerable distance before he stops, staring at you with a heavy gaze. When you make no move he scoffs, smiling with a row of sharp teeth and a flick of his tail, “What, you can piss in front of my grunt but not me? Do I really make you that uncomfortable?” His voice lowers to a dangerous octave, “You flatter me.”

Now’s not the time to play his games. You turn around, using your tail to lift up the long, tattered dress that was uniform for everyone at the farm. Due to the first toilet break, a borisin had ripped your knickers off and tossed them so they wouldn’t have to keep doing it whenever you needed to go, so all you had to do was squat and bunch the cloth in your hands once you were low enough to reach. You glanced over your shoulder, seeing him watch you with boredom, huffing and averting his eyes lazily.

That was the best you were going to get. From this angle, it could be seen as you adjusting your clothes again, yet you were slipping your damaged wrists out of the cuffs. It was a little harder since the last time but you managed to do it, eyeing him from the side to see him focused on the raindrops off a leaf. Taking a deep breath, you bolted head on, scurrying over logs and bushes.

There was no noise behind you. As far as you’re aware, borisin aren’t silent hunters, they like to toy with their prey. So why wasn’t he chasing you? Not that you’re complaining, you hope to never encounter his kind again-

The reason for your lack of chase became apparent as you came skidding to a halt. You were at the edge of a canyon, forest on this side and a large, dusty and rocket desert on the other. Along the walls of the canyon were layers of stairs, openings, borisin. Not to mention the foxian slaves, digging and picking, holding food out to guards. Along the floor of the deep canyon is a rushing river, fast enough to be swept away should one fall in.

Hoolay casually walked up behind you, “the outside of our den. On the inside is long, winding halls and plenty of rooms. Should you get lost, there’s no telling what your fate is.” You were still in despair when he grabbed your hand, holding it up as he brought his nose down to inhale your wounds. Your fearful eyes looked to him when he licked up the torn skin, the saliva and pressure on his tongue stinging the sores which you tried to pull away from. He groaned in delight, yanking you closer to gently bite on the flesh, squeezing more blood out, “You think I can’t smell the difference between old and fresh blood? We knew of your little plan from the beginning. Even so,” his large hand slides up your back, claws tracing your spine tantalisingly and forcing you to push into his hard chest as he growls lowly in your ear, “You still tried to run from me, a bold move. I’ve decided, I’m going to keep you, personally. I will train you from a savage foxian into the obedient pet you were born to play.”

To be dismembered or to be a pet? Which is worse is hard to say. Your chattering teeth grit, the fear turning into desperate anger. Quickly, you duck under his arm to escape, only for him to grab the base of your tail and hold you in place. So you change tactics, trying to hit the base of your heel hard enough to hurt his chest and loosen his grip. However, as your foot makes contact with his torso, he doesn’t flinch and instead grabs your ankle and turn you upside down.

You’re left flailing in the air as he carries you like meat on a hook, holding your dress between your legs as you struggle so that you’re not blinded by the fabric. There really is no use. His pack watches in amusement as their leader returns with you, dropping you back into the wagon, “This one is mine. No one is allowed to touch them, understand?”

Frustrated and scared tears stream down your cheeks as they reply with a clear, “Yes, master!”

…

You’re not sure where the others went. Once you made it over the bridge and into the den, you were given to a purple borisin who commanded a bunch of servant foxians. She had supervised your wounds being treated before ordering them to take you to the bathhouse and clean you.

No one made eye contact, no one spoke to you or each other. It was frighteningly quiet, so you kept your head down as they scrubbed your ears and brushed out the knots in your tail. The tub you were in was cramped, a wooden bucket essentially. Hoses came out of the walls and a long gutter was imbedded in the ground to drain the water out somewhere. Even if it was awkward and daunting, you couldn’t deny how good it felt to get scrubbed raw by water that was almost too hot. Even at the farm, room temperature water was the highest form of luxury.

You actually felt clean for once.

Once you were done and dripping dry, the borisin from earlier reentered with a fluffy towel. She looked you over, clawed hand throwing the towel over your head, “You know how to dry yourself, yeah? I don’t know what you did but our master has taken a liking to you. Come.”

You wetly follow her through the winding halls with plaps of your feet hitting the floors, the servants behind you trailing diligently. You were too focused on trying to memorise the path that you hardly dried yourself by the time you reached your destination. A room was opened to you, chests and clothes along each wall, a mirror standing on the floor.

One glance at the mirror was enough for you to turn your head, not wanting to see yourself as the captive you are just yet; surrounded by slaves and a vicious wolf. Out of the corner of your eye though, you saw the enemy rummaging through chests until she found what she was looking for.

When she came back, she began putting golden chains on you, hanging from a gold collar around your neck, falling down your biceps, down the curves of your naked breasts, low enough to fall just past your hips. You dared another glance in the mirror, wondering if something so cold and with no fabric could still be called lingerie.

“Done. Let’s go,” she shoved at your back, the chains clinking slightly from the jolt as she pushed you out. The metal felt kind of nice, slinking along your skin with every step you took. The collar got hotter with your body heat, being a little uncomfortable but who were you to complain when you had no rights. It wasn’t until you were stopped beside her, a VERY long table with various foods and alcohols, mainly meats and few vegetables - don’t look at the foxian torso and thighs, don’t look at the foxian torso and thighs - that were slightly skewed from everyone picking at it that you felt a shot of self-consciousness. She bowed her head and addressed the warhead, “Master, she is clean and adorned for you.”

Since the day you were born, you were taught that nakedness and privacy didn’t matter. Farm animals didn’t get that decency, foxians don’t get that decency. You can count on one hand you’ve felt the need to cover yourself in front of someone, yet somehow right now, you feel like you need to cover every inch of skin and curl up in a hole to stop the eyes of their leader from clawing into you. Everyone stopped to stare at the new meat that had walked in, yet it was Hoolay that openly ogled you like you were more than just food.

You pretend not to notice the twitching under his belt, cloth moving over a large mound that you were hoping wasn’t for you. He grinned and leant forward, hooking his index under your collar and pulling you towards him, “Perfect, you’re dismissed.”

She and the slaves bowed before leaving you alone in the room full of beasts.

“C’mere,” Hoolay demands, already pulling you tightly against him, sitting you sideways in his lap. He’s so large, colossal, from his shoulder to his elbow alone almost the size of your body. He brings a chunk of meat to your lips, demanding you to eat. When you don’t part your mouth, he huffs and wedges a claw between your teeth, forcing you to open, “Relax, it is just bird.”

Sure enough, you’re inclined to agree, taking the meat from his hand so he’s no longer shoving it down your throat. As you slowly nibble on the meat, you’re lost to the words everyone is speaking around you, their language a mix of your common tongue and their own. You’re pretty confident, however, that they’re discussing about his new prize - you - and how you’ll taste.

Hoolay laughs after someone says something, easily moving you to sit flush against his torso with your back, spreading your legs wide over his thighs. You almost drop the bird meat when you see what he’s doing, releasing the confinements of his half-hard cock to hang over his leg. A low growl rumbles from his chest as he strokes it, moving it to stand hard and leaning against your tense torso. His knot is throbbing between your legs and the tip of him is poking the underside of your breasts, you can’t even imagine what he would feel like inside of you that doesn’t involve pain.

A slave comes beside him with a platter and a golden jug. Hoolay grabs it roughly before pouring the contents over his cock, the substance oozing out and over his dick like a sheer, golden syrup. He tosses the jug away with a clank, disregarding it in favour of smearing the liquid over your thigh, lightly squeezing, his giant maw hotly breathing against your cheek, “Go on. Have a taste. I promise you’ll enjoy it.”

He’s so large that there’s no way you could swallow him more than his tip. You go in for a taste, holding the heavy weight below the glands to dutifully suck. The pungent under taste that you’re expecting is overshadowed by whatever he had coated his dick in. The pupils of your eyes blow wide and suddenly you’re suckling on the head like you’re trying to coach his cock to dispel more of the deliciously sweet substance.

Hoolay laughs at you, a low, growling groan emitting as his paw pets back the ears on your head, “Fffuck. That’s a good girl.” You whimper around him when he pushes you down, choking on what little you could swallow. His pre is enough to guzzle down your throat and bubble out of your mouth, it doesn’t ready you for when he cums, buckets of semen forced down your throat and into your stomach. He must’ve been pent up because even after he pulls away, he’s still very much hard. He opens his mouth beside your head, his jaw wide enough to encompass your skull if he really wanted to, laughing at the visage, “Such a tiny mouth for a pitiful creature. I wonder if the hole between your legs will be more accommodating, hm?”

You’re lifted and placed on your back, glistening in syrup and cum under the dim lighting by the candles around the room. Everyone stares in amusement as you dazedly bring your fingers to your mouth, sucking on the digits to get some more of the sweet syrup and hoping to overthrow his taste. It isn’t until you feel a rather large tongue lick up the slit of your pussy that you jerk, a string of saliva connecting to your fingers as you pull them away to gaze between your thighs.

Hoolay’s claws touched as they held one of your thighs up, out of the way for him to get a taste. You were already so wet and waiting, the desire to consume was rushing all throughout your body. Air was forced out of you when he let his heavy cock thud against your stomach, a little cum seeping from the corner of your mouth. Graciously and carefully, he slides a finger inside you and worms it around, stretching your cunt and causing you to moan, “So defiant you were on the ride here. Now look at you, arching into my hand like a pet looking for love from its owner. It feels good to give in to instinct, wouldn’t you agree?”

Even if you could talk, you wouldn’t need to as your tail swishes side to side underneath you, as though accepting his declaration. Your stomach is so full that even with just his fingers you feel you’re about to pop. Your legs fall open for him when he pushes his cock head down your slit and into your hole. You’re so grateful he helped you with the aphrodisiac, even if you wish you hated it, you know being absolutely torn apart would be too brutal to handle.

As a mercy, perhaps for being such a good girl, he takes it slow but doesn’t stop - not until he’s reached as far as he can inside you. Your legs are now propped up and of your stomach wasn’t distended from the mouthfuls of cum before, it certainly was from the massive dick inside you now. Your cheeks puff when he puts pressure on the lump he forms, “I’m impressed, little fox. Even with the amount of syrup used, I didn’t think you’d be able to hold out.”

It’s not until his hips start snapping against yours that you cringe, the movement jostling your insides, motion sickness hidden behind layers of pleasure. Your mouth is open, panting, the cool air the only thing keeping you from losing your mind. However, as ‘kind’ as he’s been, he seems to want to take more from you. His long, flat tongue enters your mouth, you’re gurgling around the muscle in this ruthless kiss. Your eyes roll back and hearing wavers as the oxygen in your lungs is stolen away.

Heavy balls plap against your arse, cum and syrup creating an odd, warm, wet sensation over your skin. You hadn’t realised you were clawing at Hoolay’s face until he retracted, his paws holding your biceps flat in the take with a heavy chunk to hold you down. Bruises were the least of your concerns as you could finally breathe again and consciousness came back, adding with a strong seizure of pleasure corrupting your body. Your clit pulsed and your pussy tightened from the euphoric buildup of oxygen and cock breeding your insides.

A round of cheers and clinking steins was heard in the background during your orgasm, but it was too intense to care and Hoolay had no intentions of stopping. The way your cunt suckled his dick was more than enough to keep him going.

Of course, it wasn’t the last time you would cum in his cock. The way he nipped at your skin and kissed you and licked over your body like he was getting ready to devour you; it all shot straight to your aroused core. Whenever you could form a single thought, though, you would concern yourself with the inevitable worry of his knot.

Hoolay’s knot was swelling to a considerable size and pretty soon you doubt you would be able to hold him. He seemed to realise this, however, because his thrusts were getting deeper and stuttering more often as his knot struggled to enter and escape your cunt. It wasn’t too soon that his hips closely hit against yours, balls tightening and jerking with every spurt of cum. His knot kept him stuck deep inside you, the low growls and groans making you tremble. Your legs were hiked and your stomach was folded, you felt like you were going to throw up as your stomach got fuller… and fuller… “Just look at you,” he grunts, pushing himself against you and making you groan, “Fucked out of your mind, at the mercy on our dinner table. Foxians like you are only good for one thing.”

You couldn’t keep it in, with the amount he was breeding you with, and the position he had you folded in, it was only a matter of time before it came back up. It wasn’t vomit, it was more like his cum didn’t make it all the way down. The semen you swallowed poured out, as though the cum he fucked into you had overflowed out of your mouth. Tears streamed from the corners of your eyes in shame and confusion, your chin, chest, stomach, legs, everything was dirty and smothered in Hoolay’s dna.

He laughed heartily at your pitiful display, cool still nestled deep in, one hand coming under the arch of your back to lift you up and rest against him. He sat back on his chair, idly dragging a claw down your spine, your skin alight with goosebumps. His voice seemed a lot more content now, “Bring out the slaves. It is time for everyone to enjoy themselves.”

You barely recognised what was happening, your consciousness slowly returning to you over time. Crying, means, laughing, scared whimpers were all present thought your minor rest. Eventually, you had the strength to lift your head, seeing you’re not the only unfortunate soul to be used as a plaything. This place truly is horrible.

Finally, Hoolay’s knot had reduced enough to be plucked from your hole. He grabbed one of the chains around you and half heartedly threw you to the floor. You were confused and struggled to push yourself up, only to halt when a hot stream of liquid hit the top of your head. Piss. He was pissing on you, making sure to cover your body in his stench. The face you made could almost be described as betrayal, save for the fact that you had no faith in him to begin with. Once finished, he lets go of his half hard cock and stares into your eyes, “Everyone will smell who you belong to. You will not be able to take one step in this place without me knowing where you are.”

All you can do is grit your teeth, nails digging into the ground. The piss makes the wounds on your wrists sting like crazy, your hair and fur drenched in both cum and urine. It stinks. The bruises on your arms were forming nicely and you can only wait to see how pretty they’ll bloom by morning.

To add salt to the wound, Hoolay pours water into an empty bowl and places it in there for beside you, “You can bathe again later, we must let it soak in so the pheromones stick.” He stands, cocking his head in admiration of his work on you, smiling wickedly, “It’s about time I got myself a pet. And I know you’ll be such a good girl for me.”

Your head falls forward in this defeat, eyes making contact with your exhausted reflection in the water bowl.

[sillybigbird]

OKAY, SO. Silvie here, before starting I'd like to remind you my IC accounts is @babsggordon and its the only one I mannage.

Previous recaps:

Now

This are are the events of the past week (In order from I remember):

Lazarus Pit

Gothamites started to randomly sip them, encouraged by the numerous PSA's saying to not to.

Alzhul discovers that his pit is being used underground by a lot of other organizations including the court of owls. But also he discovers the experimental additions to the pit are making people expell their organs off, he decided to work on a antidote to add at the pit because theres no way to get gothamites away from it (LMAO). Hes having a lil redention arc

Multiverse

Theres a lot of alternative versions appearing, the most popular are more Dick Grayson's appearing out of nowhere and a lot of there people crashing, so far this are the ones that I know.

Spiderman everywhere, it started with our lovely Peach.

Starfire

Tommy Shepard

Deadpool and one of his variants

Julian Gordon

This is not multiverse but since we're talking of additions we should mention Lux and his initial arc who consisted in dating Crimson, Deadpool, Nightwing by Circus-champion, Kyle, and John Constantine (who also joined this week).

Duke also joined us. (Hi Duke o//)

Helena also joined us

Kidnapping

This was a popular topic this week, this were the kidnaps and consecuences:

Jason: A guy named Evangeline claiming being Jason's original partner appears in our universes Dick Graysons Anons with threats of kidnap Jason, and he does but Constantine, help us rescue him. And they're chilling with Hinata, Deadpool, and Crimson in there where Giovanna Talon appears to attack everyone. Lux f*cking kills her and revives him

Giovanna: That attack was useful to kidnap her and so, Hinata, Crimson, Lux and Babs are trying to debrainwash her.

Dick Grayson: Babs and Wally kidnaps Renegade and retrieve them back to the "Bat's army" (idk how to call it).

Random and pending events

Damian and Jon Start dating

Hinata and Tommy start Dating

Aswell Bart but I missed with who

JJ is apparently fine!

Blackhawk (Hal Jordan) is kinda having his redemption arc but as Talon where he just stopped pushing g everyone away lmao

An apple, TWO faces and joker are fighting for gothams mayor elections

Update on Babs events

She and Dick adopted a new kitty

James Gordon Jr is back and she's losing her head everytime he's around

She's also trying to protect Julian not only from the pit and Talon mess, but now James can find him and she's kinda stressed out

Food poisoning :(

Current events I know of but there still going on and it's not mostly of common canon knowledge

Deadpool did an feather errand for the coos (oh boy)

Jason is getting an ultrasound 👍

If I missed something feel free to add

Additions

By @why-rock-look-tasty-if-no-eat

(Bart got with Jamie. Jason and Roy adopted Damians little brother (Yao I think?) not to long ago to. Jason, Liang, and Joker also had an arc or are still going with it I don't remember. Dick "notnotnightwing" got bought by the COO apparently because he asked them out as a joke so that he wouldn't get killed. Damian got another animal, RR totally got mauled by a (different) cat. Another Nightwing "officialnightwing" is like, flirting(?) with a reporter whose trying to prove that the Waynes are the Bats.)

[haveihitanerve]

Okay wait so we all know the Bruce dating Batman bit- but say his kids follow in his footsteps. Its a horrible cover, but they're all idiots so whatever. Dick openly flirts with Nightwing on camera, and when he’s Nightwing he’ll purposefully wink and blow a kiss at Dick. Jason was caught with a Red Hood helmet one time and because he was blushing so furiously at getting caught everyone was like ‘awww hes dating Red Hood!!!’ and everyone was like ‘wow theyre so paradoxical- jason is a lil bean and Red Hood is a demon’ and after a bit jason staged a kidnapping and then saved himself and the fans went wild. Steph is openly in a polyamourous relationship with both spoiler and Orphan- cass is dating Spoiler and everyone wants to know if she knows that her lover is cheating on her with Stephanie Brown and Orphan but everyone is too afraid to ask, Tim is dating both Red Hood and Nightwing and Red Robin at one time because Jason is the one who saves him from getting kidnapped the most, Dick choses to bond with him while in the suit and one time damian couldn't find his suit so he wore Tim’s and everyone now just thinks Tim is the Batfamily’s whore pretty much, Damian is dating robin and this has never been like proven or even seen but everyone in Gotham just decided that naturally the youngest wayne has to date the youngest bat- and in order to inflame the rumors- and as payback for when damian wore his suit- tim sometimes will dress in his old robin outfit and scoop damian into his arms at galas or something. Babs is obviously dating Oracle, she could have kept it perfectly hidden she is the batfams only braincell, but she chose to let it get caught on camera that she was texting herself cute things and so everyone knows barbara gordon is dating oracle now. Theyre all a bunch of morons and the only reason they havent been found out yet is because all of Gotham is a simp for the Bats and the Waynes dating and if anyone ever says anything online about the Waynes being the Bats someone will comment ‘no cause literally if its fake ill never believe in love’ and stuff like that so miraculously its still a thing but everyone's favorite couple is still Batman and Bruce Wayne. (in part because its who they get the most coverage on because all of Bruce’s kids love fucking with him and dressing in the suit to come save him, even alfred does it sometimes, and they got Selina a batman suit too so there was once a front page cover photo of Batman kissing Bruce Wayne in public in front of almost everyone at a Gala so yeah its confirmed)

[meteor752]

Oh lawd they been through some shit

So, I’ve done their designs when their parents were still alive on DL. I’ve done their designs of when they joined Empires. I’ve done their designs for when they visited Hermitcraft. I gave them lil Christmas outfits. I showed what they would look like in the future. I even made them as gosh darn villains

But there’s one period of their lives, that I haven’t shown you. I’ve talked about it plenty, even wrote a fic about it, but you’ve never been shown it visually

Double life when their parents had died

Twenty years, of just starving to death repeatedly for the babs

Let’s show it

Oh and btw tw for like, some minor body horror, gauntness and starvation, blood, injuries, and all that jazz. Will be properly tagged

(Also, I cannot express how fun these designs were to make. I spent hours on every single one and it was just such a delight to make them)

Liana

I think I’ve stated this before, but Liana took some heavy damage to her left eye during this time, resulting in her needing a monocle to see properly, thus the eyepatch. Dirty and ripped clothes (those will be very common across every design), and fresh scars that can still be seen in her later designs, just more faded. The missing shoe is also intentional, as that is the foot she later looses to frostbite. It had very little protection against the elements. Her wings being their normal bright colors is also a fun little thing, as even during her most horrid distress, Liana found the time to preen. Idk what’s going on with the pose, but I’m assuming broken ribs. It just looked fun

Wes

The famished look actually the most unnatural for him, because he’s usually so bulky and large. Moss coat fresh and clean, most important thing for him. Newly broken horn, probably a month or so into the development. I actually have very little to say about Wes’ design here compared to everyone else’s, cause like it’s the one I’m probably the most dissatisfied with. It still looks fine and such, but it’s just a bit basic I guess. Idk. I still like the hair, especially the dyed part

Gertrude

Could have gone with the same kinda vibe for her as everyone else, but I realized that I actually haven’t shows Weretrude. This right here isn’t full on Weretrude, more like halfway through transformation, cause I still wanted her to like, look like her ya know. But yeah girl is fully out of it. This is probably not too long after the end of dl, before the game mechanics stopped. When the passing of time kinda stopped, as did the monthly full moons because it never became night. So yeah, the one advantage to their miserable situation

Johnny

The first design, and the reason I did all of these. Johnny was always the one closest to his parents, so their death tore him up the most, to the point where he never left their grave. Moss and vines started to grow on him eventually, and animals and bugs found home in his hair and wounds. So yeah, bad time for lil country bumpkin boy.

Jassy

Ngl, Jassy looks cool as fuck. The sunken in eyes paired with the startling green of her irises, her dirty white hair and mask covering most of her face, her clothes, the fucking contrast in her skin between the light and the dark sunken in parts. I didn’t even intend for that but I just loved it so much that I kept it. Also since this is before she started to form her own identity, she still has the classic Kakashi mask.

Jekiv

Mans looks…honestly pretty normal. Like when everyone is just skin and bones, the actual zombie doesn’t look that zombie like. His skin and hair is a little dirtier, his pastel clothes are a lot dirtier, but yeah he faired pretty alright during this time. Since the first fic I ever wrote for the kids was Jekiv’s logbook, I felt it would only be fitting that he was writing in it for his pose. The quill is also made from one of Liana’s feathers, hence the quality condition. As mentioned in the logbook as well, Jekiv lost his hooded cloak a few years in to a spider, so his hair is on full display here. He hates it.

Novo

Absolutely obsessed with him actually. All of the kids have their own unique weapons (Liana her bow, Wes his war hammers, Gertrude her mace, Johnny his whip, Jassy her double daggers, Jekiv his scythe) except Novo, so I thought it would be only fitting for him to have something as well. And what’s better for him than a barbed bat? He probably still has it in the future, but it’s mostly being kept in his inventory. Difficult being a friendly bard if you keep a murder weapon on you at all times. Also, his cloak? It’s one of Pearl’s old dogs. Not Tilly of course (She was cremated), but one of her pups. Morbid? Yes absolutely. Fitting for my favorite weirdo? Yes absolutely.

[skekilla]

https://www.deviantart.com/skekilla/art/Runaway-Train-Act-III-Scene-3-936973369

“Sh… sh-sh… she’s dea—!”

Before Johnny could quite finish that horrible thought, he was slapped across the cheek by a wisp of Lillian’s pink force. From under her mask, she glared daggers out at him. He didn’t dare say a word after that look. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place now, and both had the look of death, though in very different ways. All he could do was force that knot of terror in his throat down and blink clear his poor eyes. He was still barely sure of what he was seeing, anyway. He’d seen plenty of dead, but… they never came back.

On receiving his silence, Lillian raised her chin in satisfaction before turning back around to the corpse thing, which was called BB apparently. “Babs, could you do me a favour?” she said, her voice saccharine once more.

BB let out an “ugh” which rivalled Lillian’s own in the way of exaggerated exasperation. Guess I can see why Lillian likes her so much. “What? If one of those funny trolleys is missing a wheel again, it’s cause I took it. You copy, bunny girl?”

“No no, it’s not that,” Lillian said, utterly unmoved by her obvious annoyance and apparent mischief. “I need your help fixing something. I’m sure you can do it fast!”

She rolled her dead eyes. “Fine,” she sighed. “Just as long as it won’t take long. I gotta skitty, I got things to do.”

“It’s not hard! Probably.” In the same fashion that she’d whirled over to BB, Lillian spun back away and over to Johnny and the others. He held his breath in fear as she drew close. “Don’t mention the dead thing!” she whisper-snapped at them all. “She doesn’t know and she shouldn’t have to. Besides, she’s not like… really dead. It’s soul stuff, it’s- basically, her soul held onto her body. It didn’t leave properly after she broke her neck or something. So just be quiet about it, okay?”

Everyone was either disturbed or in awe, as was coming to be the usual. Sally’s nose was wrinkled in disgust, but her eyes were as sharp as ever. Orla was keen and bright looking of course, though in this case, it seemed especially unusual to be. Curtis’ face was hard as stone, keeping back something or other. Ed grumbled something under his breath while Anne looked to be in wonder about this. No one was more in wonder, though, than Salem. They gasped, their mouth ridiculously wide. “COOL!! So she’s, like, a ZOMB—”

“SHHHH! God, did you not just hear me?” Lillian hissed, followed by a sigh. “Sort of, yes, if you want to put it that way.” Johnny shivered. Zombies… it was like something out of a cartoon. Then again, there’s been lots of other even more awful things… this whole place is like something out of Fleischer Studios’ Hell.

Speaking of that zombie, her voice suddenly spoke from just behind Lillian: “Uhhh, what’s everyone squeaking about? I got my stuff all ready. What do you want me for again, Lil?” It’d be lying to say that Johnny’s skin didn’t crawl at the way her terribly blunt gaze sort of loomed down on them all from over the reaper girl’s shoulder, even though she was about the same height as himself and therefore shorter than most of the others. He shivered just a little under those dead eyes.

“Well, it’s about time,” Sally suddenly said, going before Lillian could answer. Her arm reached under Johnny’s, her shoulder making a crutch. Before he knew it, she’d taken him over and set him down on one of the seats (one that was less torn up than the others). She motioned for BB to come near, which she did, looking kind of puzzled. “It’s Johnny’s leg you’ve got to fix. See here.” She drew the sleeve of his pant leg up just to the knee. Though his ears instinctively went a little red with embarrassment, the sight revealed was more grim than scandalous: laid bare was the mangled mechanism between the yellowed plates of the shin and the cup that surrounded the stump of the thigh, the flexible folding plastic covering the joint having been torn in the process of the destruction. BB visibly winced, which was ironic seeing as the state her own knees were in was not pristine. “Someone ripped his leg apart in a little scuffle,” Sally added rather sharply. “He can’t very well walk like this; would you fix it up?”

BB took a breath in through her teeth, a grimace pulling her purpled lips back. “Ooough, yeah, that looks pretty bad,” she said. “Yeah, I can do it. I like a challenge! It’ll be a challenge alright. It looks dinky as hell, too.”

“Oh… uh…” For a moment, Johnny was just at a loss. Polly had spent all they had on this prosthetic and the other two; they were the best things money could buy. She had given everything for these, for him, but now… no, no. He swallowed his grief. “It’s just an old prosthetic, that’s all.” His eyes found Sally’s as he spoke and an understanding passed between them.

BB didn’t catch the look. She just shrugged. “Ten-four, my man. I got it anyway.” Without warning, she kneeled down close to look. Johnny held his breath as her grey hand reached out to him, poking around at the broken joint. Her eyes, though they weren’t alive, were active, focused, and observant. It was sort of chilling. Certainly not like anything else Johnny had ever seen, anyway. “Yeah, okay. I can probably have this done easy if I get the right stuff. Stuff I can make into the right shapes, anyway,” she said after a moment.

“We’ll all go out to look, then,” Sally replied. “Right, everyone?”

Curtis didn’t waste any time in organizing; his sharp eye already flicked around from passenger to passenger, apparently filing them into task forces. If Johnny wasn’t mistaken, it was quite like the look the generals had. “Yes, certainly,” he said. “Ed and you kids can come with me. Sally, Orla, and… you” —he flicked his hand in the direction of BB— “can all go the other way down the train.”

“Wait, then that means I just get to stay here?” Lillian interrupted, her smile evident just in her voice. “Ha! Fine by me.”

“Do you really think we’d just leave Johnny alone with you?” Sally said. Now Sally was the one glaring over at Lillian, her dark gaze made even darker in its severity. “No, Johnny can come with us and you can just wait to bring us all back when we’re done. You apparently know your way through this place so well, after all; that’d be best, wouldn’t it? You’ll get to slack off and we’ll have no trouble keeping Johnny well.”

“No,” Johnny suddenly said, “I’ll be fine in the car. I’ve got it if things go wrong.” All eyes turned to him, more than a little shocked. The soft but sure way he spoke, how his brow was furrowed ever so slightly—it was… almost assertive. Confident, even. It was unlike any way Johnny had been since he got here, no, even since he’d gotten back from the war. Even then, maybe not. He knew, though, that he was right. It was something he could do, and they all had to know it too. “I can take care of myself, you know. I am the only one of us who’s actually killed one of those reapers anyway,” he added quietly.

Sally’s eyes found his, filled with worry. “Are you quite sure, Johnny?”

He gave a small nod but he meant it wholly. “Yes, as sure as I’ve ever been of myself.” The quiet that followed from everyone else made his spirit waver just a little. Still, even though some meekness came back to him, it still didn’t shake what he knew he could do. “B-besides, I’d probably just be making more trouble if I came along. It’s alright, I’ll be fine with Lillian.”

The singer’s shiny lips pursed and her penciled brows bent as she thought it over for a while. Johnny knew that Sally was used to doing things on her own, by and usually for herself—she’d said that much all the way back when they’d first met. Over the last while, though, she’d been doing all sorts of things to help all these people out, himself most of all. What was going through her mind now, when she had to leave that behind? What’d even made her give up some of that high, aloof charm of hers in the first place? Johnny could see some mighty debate going on in her eyes as she glanced down to have a word with herself. What quite was being said, though… now that was a mystery.

Suddenly, all at once, the conclusions of that case had been made and it was decided; Sally closed her eyes and sighed through her nose. Finally, she nodded her head. “Alright. Alright, Johnny,” she said. “But if she tries anything—”

“Oh, I’m not even allowed to anyway,” Lillian groaned.

“—anything, you shout and shoot and punch, you hear? You show that gal what tough stuff you’re made of,” Sally finished. Her hard smile met Johnny’s own soft one, a “you’re welcome” to his “thanks, friend.”

Curtis, who’d been stoic and silent as stone all the while, spoke up again. “Fine, then. We’ll go out tomorrow and, after a day of looking around, Lillian will come bring us all back here. Whatever we find, the pink one’ll have to make do with,” he said. The words, though spoken with the conviction you’d expect from Curtis, come out somewhat begrudgingly; it seemed he was just as cautious about leaving Johnny as Sally was, but similarly trying to let those worries go. Trying to trust, Johnny realized, where Sally’s trying to… I don’t know what.

“Square biz!” BB exclaimed (which Johnny didn’t really get the meaning of, but assumed it was good from her grin). “It’ll be sweet to get out. Just did some new mods on my skates—this’ll be the perfect test run.”

[redxriiot]

       I’m reading this cute little manga and it reminded me of the essence I wanted for the nomu verse I never finished writing out for Kiri

[goatbutter-writes]

Ranking the batfam on their ability to handle spice

Tim: baby. He can’t handle spice at all. His tastebuds are like a frail Victorian child and they will combust if he comes into any contact with spice. This boy finds ketchup spicy and can’t even look at a chilli flake -10/10

Alfred: He will be polite about it but he also cannot handle spice. He’s used to a life of bland English food and that’s what he finds comfort in. He will occasionally try something spicy to please others but will always refer it later 0/10

Dick: you’d think that being well travelled as a child in the circus would mean that dick would have al developed a greater tolerance, but at his heart he is still baby. (This is also a lil based on the clip from teen titans go where he is also portrayed as having 0 spice tolerance). All his other superhero buddies make fun of him for ordering all his food extra mild. 2/10

Babs: babs has a fairly normal spice tolerance. She won’t go out of her way to eat anything that ridiculously spicy, but she spends a lot of late nights working on cases and loves her some food with a lil flavour to make nights more fun 4/10

Steph: she has a very mid-level tolerance but she will pretend it’s higher and eat spicy foods just to bully and make fun of the weaker siblings. When she isn’t tormenting her siblings she has a reasonable spice tolerance as a normal human being 5/10

Damian: damian has a stronger tolerance than most children his age due to a childhood training as an assassin that helped him to learn how to get past the pain of spicy foods. However he is still a child with sensitive tastebuds 5.5/10

Duke: he won’t brag or make a big deal about it but he has a p good tolerance and loves him some spicy food. A week after he moved into the manor Alfred caught him smuggling in hot sauce bc he didn’t want to offend Alfred by saying his cooking was bland. Will always get extra hot sauce on the side tho. 7/10

Bruce: after years of training and the fact that he feels empty inside, Bruce has a great tolerance for spice. His tolerance for spice is something that baffles and confuses the people around him and only further leads to ppl thinking that batman MUST have some meta powers. He went on an episode of hot ones as Bruce Wayne and astounded everyone with his inhuman tolerance 20/10

Jason: the pit definitely affected Jason’s tastebuds and his resistance to foods he didn’t have before like spicy ones. He also very deliberately trained himself to eat spicy foods so that he could destroy Bruce in a hot wing eating contest. He loves stuff insanely hot and keeps emergency hot sauce in his gear that he has used in fights before 50/10

Cass: cass is all powerful and can smoke everyone else when it comes to spice eating contests. Nobody knows how or why but her spice tolerance is bordering on meta-human. She tends to keep this power secret until an opportunity arises where it can be useful to her 100/10

[finerllines]

vogue secrets [dad/husband!harry]

a/n: i have been really into domestic harry at the moment so this is a short blurb that is hopefully easy to read and comforting <3 reblogs and comments are always appreciated luv u (based on this) talk to me about my writing!!

summary: get unready with harry

wc: 900

tw: none :-)

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“Hello Vogue, this is Harry Styles and come get unready with me.” Harry punctuates his introduction with a wave and closed-mouthed smile, donned in a fluffy purple robe.

He feels weird doing his daily nighttime routine in front of a ring light and camera instead of beside his wife, but being able to hear her pottering around in their room was making the process a little less mechanic.

It was the first pit-stop on tour, and he was staying at a service apartment in New York with his wife and twins. Normally, he wouldn’t sacrifice his day off to do any sort of work or promo. But he figured he could get this done pretty quickly, and Vogue had been so gracious to him before. At least he already got to rock the twins to bed and sit on the counter and watch y/n did her skincare routine.

Harry picks up a headband with cat ears and shows it off to the camera with a cheeky grin. “First things first, we have’ta push the hair back. My wife scolds me when I come to bed with a wet fringe.” When his hair is secured under the headband, he puts up a peace sign and poses for the camera, giving everyone the perfect opportunity to screenshot Harry Styles with cat ears.

“This is the cleanser I use,” he brings the tube close to the lens for it to focus on the label.

“Since having the babs I’ve been breakin’ out a lot more because they like to put their dirty lil’ hands all over my face, so my wife recommended this one to me. If I’m carryin’ ‘em and their excited about something they like to smack their hands about, and most of the time they end my smacking my face.” Despite rolling his eyes and shaking his head, he could not stop a fond smile from creeping onto his face.

As he lathers his cleanser onto his face, the bathroom door opens and y/n walks in whilst typing on her phone.

“H, did your mum get back to you about the –“

“Honey, I’m filming,” he says, quickly reaching forward to angle the camera so that his wife, who was just in his shirt and underwear, was out of frame.

Immediately freezing on the spot, y/n looks up from her phone alarmed. She sheepishly mutters, “Sorry, H,” and creeps out of the bathroom backwards.

“That was the woman who taught me everything I know about skincare everyone,” he says to the camera with a proud grin. “Now, let’s wash this stuff off shall we.” He reframes the shot and ducks his head down to rinse off the cleanser.

Reemerging with a towel, he says with his eyes still closed, “Only pat your face, don’t rub it dry.” As he tosses the towel aside, he adds softly, “My wife taught me that as well.”

He wipes his toner over his face and launches into a little rant about how he isn’t sure that toners do anything. And as he stands fanning his face with his hands, a loud wail can be heard. Moving on instinct, Harry immediately pokes his head out the bathroom door and shouts, “Do you need me lovie?”

“I got it H, it’s just the one bab. I’m going to give her a bottle.”

“Sorry, let me check on the other baby. You can edit round this bit,” he tells the camera, before darting out with his headband still on. When he gets back, he wipes imaginary sweat off his forehead with an exaggerated huff. “My wife’s got it handled everyone, nothing to worry about.”

“We’re almost done everyone. My routine is actually only three steps but it’s taken me” – he takes a peak at the time on his phone – “oof, twenty five minutes to get through two steps for some reason. Right, let’s slap on some moisturiser so I can get in bed with my wife.”

Silently, Harry picks up a tub of moisturiser and holds it up as if he was doing an infomercial. With big, exaggerated movements, he dabs the product all over the face, then rubs it in slowly. Once he is done, he whips of the headband and makes a show of shaking out his hair.

“That’s it, pretty simple. I am officially unready and ready for bed. I hope you guys had fun watching me put stuff on my face, and um, enjoy the rest of tour. Goodnight.” He signs off with another smile and wave.

Harry slips out of his on-camera persona and turns all the equipment off. He exits the bathroom to see y/n already tucked under the thick duvet, face illuminated by her phone. Taking off his robe, his lips form a pout as he slowly makes his way to the bed.

Looking up at his, y/n coos, “Aw, did my baby have a hard day at work, washing your face for camera?”

“Shut up, I missed you.” He crawls under the duvet and immediately curls around y/n, his head taking residence on her chest. “Did Darce give you a hard time?”

She puts her phone down and starts running her fingers through his hair. “No, she was an angel. Went right to sleep after I fed her.”

Snuggling closer, Harry buries his face further into her chest. “My perfect chunky girl,” he hums, voice muffled.

With one last kiss to the top of his head, they exchanged goodnights and slowly fell asleep, content with the life they had built for themselves.

[maxine-drusilla-wayne]

“Banshee but silent”

Dark!cassandra Cain x deaf!fem!reader!

Requested:no.

Series:yes!

Warnings:obsession,kidnapping,gaslighting,death,non-con,self harm!(all to come later in the series)

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When you first came to the batfamily you were 17 and a lil shy…well at first.

After about a year ,you started getting pretty bold. One time you accidentally cussed at Bruce after an argument,under your breath thinking….well forgetting that he’s hearing.

“Ha. Ha. Ha.”You laughed and smiled sarcastically moving from side to side a little. He already suspected you were about to get disrespectful but didn’t say anything.

“Punk ass bitch.” You signed a lil to yourself,starting to turn and walk away,rolling your eyes.

“WHAT WAS THAT Y/N?!” While you wanted to turn around bc you knew it probably be worst if you didn’t look him in the eyes you stood there froze ,scared.

While your were deaf,Bruce was taking you to treatments and helping you hear. While the yell was faint ,you still heard it. You couldn’t hear regular talking but when it came to LOUD ASS YELLING ,like what Bruce just did and with extremely loud music,you could kind of hear it.

And right now you both were in front of EVERYONE! Even Kate and duke! They were shocked! Jason was trying not to laugh,Damian just “tt’d” and rolled his eyes,Kate even tho she would help you she felt bad for smiling and looking down with wide eyes because she was recording a minute before you a Bruce even started arguing and knew she would replay this footage.

Duke ,even tho scaredly surprised,wanted to laugh,babs was had a smile of worry and amusement,Stephanie was laughed for 3 seconds then stopped immediately,knowing she would get in trouble.

Dick looked uncomfortable with the energy y’all had created in the studio today,tim had drank hot coffee so he wouldn’t laugh.

….and Cassandra was the most surprised that you even dared use sign language to call Bruce of all people a “fucking punk ass bitch.” But honestly was kinda proud and turned on by your boldness.

And was honestly surprised Stephanie’s laugh didn’t activate Jason’s or anyone else’s.

And king Alfred just snickered.

But you had knew you had fucked up. Like 100% ,you knew it.

“Y/N….what the hell did you just say AND sign?” Bruce asked,griping your shoulder slightly hard to turn you around.

“I-I-I-I said ‘ugh why me?’” You stuttered and signed since you didn’t speak that loud.

“Y/N IM GONN-“ he exclaimed but king Alfred cut him off!

“MASter Bruce I think you need to calm down. Y/n you are excused.” He said with a smile and you were happy inside.

You mouthed a ‘thank you’ and walked to your room. But of course you had to dance up the stairs.

But that night was just the start of Cassandra’s obsession.

- time skip to your 18th birthday-

“Awwww guys thank you!” You were so happy! And now Everyone was an official adult well except for Damian of course but he was close!

“Of course y/n!” Your best friend and mentor Cassandra Cain beamed with joy! Cassandra was 20 but you thought of her as a parent figure or she least a big sister!

“Time to cut the cake!” Duke announced happily at his two favorite sisters besides Barbara and even Stephanie.

After the cake was cut and after the party you all did some fun things and went on about your Day before going to the bowling alley that night.

Dick and babs went to get some cameras for paper pictures and not just ones on your phones.

But you didn’t need any of it bc they already gave you hearing aids made by lex Luther so now you could hear! Fully! Now you could hear everyones beautiful voices! And your own!

You liked how deep Cassandra’s was! You even told her it while you were getting in the pool. She couldn’t help but blush!

She walked back inside to talk to Kate for a little bit then came back out ten minutes later. Following kate with some cherry lemonade. Of course three glasses to be exact.

CP~

As i saw y/n out in her bikini I took a sip of my lemonade.

“Yo? You good cass?” I heard Kate speak next to me. “Yup.” I said short,and sweet as I put my glass down. “Are you sure? Are you sure because for last couple of minutes you look like you just saw a goddess!” Kate whisper yelled as y/n started to dry off.

That’s because she is!

“Man I’m fucked up in the head and she bout make me bring my crazy out.” I mumbled hoping she wouldn’t hear.

“Wait what’d you say?” Whispered i shushed her. “Wait who?!” She whisper yelled as y/n was walking over.

“Hi guys!” Y/n said with the prettiest smile ever! “Hey y/n!” We At the same time as she fully reached us.

“Can I have a glass of lemonade.” She asked sounding bubbly. So cute. “Of course y/n that’s why I brought it out!” Kate said a little too happy.

“Well thanks! Have a nice day ladies!” She said walking back to the pool with a glass,sitting on one of the tanning chairs.

“Ok so are you gonna tell me?” Kate asked while I just sighed. “Y/n. Of course.” I responded.

“Oh! Damn well are you gonna tell her you like.” She asked. Tf I look like telling that shit already? Fuck outta here! “Hell no!” I whisper yelled in response.

“Ugh well you’re gonna have to tell eventually Cassie.” She said but who said I was gonna have to tell you? “I don’t and I’m not.” I didn’t have time for the bullshit.

“Oookkkk crazy Carrie! Ima go get ready because in a couple of hours we’re going to the bowling alley.” She said while getting up and getting her glass of lemonade.

“Bye kathy.” I said giving her a stupid nickname since she gave me one that referenced a horror movie. “Oh shut the fuck up.” She said flipping me off.

I just did the same then went back inside so I wouldn’t do something to y/n that I might regret.

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Hours passed and I couldn’t wait to get this over with since you were already tired out and had a nice time.

“Hey y/n can I ask you a question?” Kate asked walking over to you as you were sat at the booth in front of the allies.

“Sure Kat.” You said with sheepish smile. I was so jealous at the nickname. “How does my voice sound?” She asked. “That was a trick question right?” You asked bluntly. “No! How does it sound to you?” She asked, making her question more clear.

“A little deep but with a slick and calm tone to it.” You answered with a sweet smile. Ugh she needs to get away from you now!

“Thanks!” She said happily. “Of course. You’re welcomeeee.” You said goofily. God you were so cute!

Just then Kate thankfully finally ran off and went to go throw her bowling ball. She missed all the pins. Haha.

I stopped playing and went to sit on the other side of the booth. Facing you.

“Hello y/n.” I greeted with a low voice. You bit your lip. It was so sexy. “Hello Cassandra.” You said looking down at your food while smiling.

“You ok?” I asked generally concerned. “Yeah…just a lil tired.” You answered,yawning immediately after. “Want me to take you home?” I asked. But I wasn’t taking you home. Not for a while.

“Really?” You asked with a little excitement in your tone as you started smiling. God I could just fu- “of course!” I said smiling,not even continuing my thoughts. “Sure!” You said very happy.

“Ok let’s go.” I said then got up and announced to everyone how I was taking you home. They all hugged you and said their love yous and byes.

I made you put your coat on and we walked outside.

I unlocked the doors and and opens the door on your side for you.

“Thank youuu.” You said to me and I just nodded and got in myself. You immediately fell asleep. I tied up your hands just in case.

I drove you to my safe house and oh honey.

I know.

This is just the beginning

[nattikay]

hmm...just thinkin’ about how to deal with Bellroc and Skrael in my headcanon, which lead to hmm, let’s try taking some of the general ideas from the movie but make them less dumb. I wouldn’t call this a rewrite per se, nor even something that I’m set on “officially” incorporating into my headcanon--just some idle hypotheticals.

Douxie uses his magic to mask Nari’s magical signature, thus making it much more difficult for Bellroc and Skrael to track her down. As such, the Titan reawakening takes place much further in the future--approximately 10 years from the events of Wizards. 

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Jim has long since regained his half-troll form as per my headcanon, with the upgrade of being able to walk in daylight. He has probably already received the new amulet as well, and has had plenty of time with Douxie and Krel to troubleshoot and perfect its abilities.

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Jim and Claire are married and already have their lil hybrid babies cuz heck if you can stop me. They are living in the New Jersey trollmarket, where the trolls have successfully settled after the Eternal Night. Thanks to Claire’s portal abilities, it is very easy for them to get from there to Arcadia and back whenever wanted/needed. The need to protect not only their friends but also their children puts 10x more ferocity into their determination in battle.

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Strickler and Barbara, Toby and Darci, and Aja and Steve are all also married. Toby and Darci probably also have kids.

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We can still even have Aja and Steve be expecting, but Steve is very most definitely NOT pregnant. And actually neither is Aja, cuz let’s flesh out this whole “seventh kiss” bs:

So Akiridions are made out of energy, and their bodies are a projection from the central “life cores”, correct? To form a new Akiridion, you need a new life core. So let’s say that to make a life core, two Akiridions must take bits of their own energies and merge them. Once merged into a new core, said core is put into a special device that keeps it safe and nourished while the projected body develops, kinda like a fancy electronic egg. Once the body is developed enough to properly take in and interact with the outside world, the “egg” is opened and boom, there’s your Akiridion baby.

Obviously this is very different from human/Earthling reproduction. If Steve is human, how is he gonna take bits of energy that he’s not made of in the same way Aja is to merge it with hers? Lucky for them, we are constantly reminded how advanced Akiridion technology is supposed to be. They take a DNA sample from Steve and use their technology to convert it into the required energy, which is then merged with Aja’s aaaaand...there you go. Because of this, while the bab(ies?) can resemble their dad in certain ways, they will be functionally fully Akiridion in that they are made of energy and fueled by a life core rather than human carbon-based biology and DNA.

So how does the “seventh kiss” play into this? Obviously the seventh kiss itself does not “make baby”; the process is much more intentional than that. BUT, let’s say that when a couple shares their seventh kiss, it means by Akiridion standards that they’re pretty devoted to each other. As such, it is the trigger that makes it possible for their bodies to split off a piece of energy to merge if they so desire. So the seventh kiss does not automatically make a baby, it merely makes it possible for a given couple to do so.

You’re welcome. Moving on...

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Speaking of Steve, he is a knight, and has brought back a form of the roundtable as he promised Lancelot. He splits his time between Earth and Akiridion-5 thanks to Krel’s wormhole device, which has been refined over the years, and leads factions of knights/warriors on both planets.

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Nana (who is pretty much semi-immortal at this point ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ) and Barbara watch the great/grandkids during the battle, because someone has to do it, and neither of them have any particular magical powers to fight in the battle themselves anyways. This not only keeps they themselves safely out of the way while the magical heavyweights do the hard part, but also still gives them a sense of purpose in keeping their beloved great/grandkids safe. I was originally gonna have Darci with them but then I came up with a better idea:

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Darci is one of Steve’s new knights. Inspired by Toby, she was keen to sign up when Steve started accepting applicants. As one of the first recruits, she is now second-in-command of the Earthling faction.

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Claire is officially Douxie’s apprentice and her magic has improved leaps and bounds with a formal teacher to help her. That said, not only have Claire and Douxie not been nerfed, their power level has actually increased since Wizards.

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Strickler doesn’t die suicide-bombing the titan because that’s dumb. He just drops the bombs onto it from above and gets the heck out of the way.

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Nomura also doesn’t die because no one was stupid enough to let a troll try to fight a titan in the middle of the flippin’ afternoon.

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The titan battle between Nari and Skrael still happens, but Nari is basically a distraction to keep his attention and efforts occupied while the rest of the team swoops in to take him down. Thus, Nari doesn’t die.

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No Khronisfere bs, and therefore Archie and Charlemagne don’t get trapped in the Chinese trollmarket and are still present for the final showdown against Bellroc.

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The showdown with Bellroc is now 10x quicker and easier as Nari is present, no one’s been nerfed, the whole team’s still kickin’, and everyone’s actually competent. Toby does not need to sacrifice himself.

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All the good guys survive and everyone goes back to their families and live happily ever after with no more world-ending threats of for the rest of their lives because they deserve their hard-earned peace thank you the end

[just-an-enby-lemon]

I have a theory thay any "good" Batman fan has it's on original version of thr characthers on their mind.

That is an introduction to one of my fanom Batman headcannons:

- Since Riddler was a kid he loved gameshows, what lead to him being a frequent whatcher of Arthur Brown's quiz show. He whatched every single episode. And he HATED IT.

- The show sold itself as the hardest quiz around but Ed found it boring, extremely easy and that the biggest dificulty was the bad clues and the lack of inteligence of the contestants. So he decided to send letters to the show adressing his criticism and sugestions.

- The problem is when a child keeps sending letters weakly to a TV show talking about every episode the obvious conclusion is that they are a fan. So even though after Arthur Brown started reading the letters and sending actual responses (more or less after the seventh), all of them were parting of the principle that lil Eddie Nasthon was his biggest fan. He even started keeping some of the letters (young Ed was also really bad at insulting so most of it really could be mistaken for compliments).

- At first Ed was very pleased that they were listening to him and trying to improve. He never had a positive interaction with an adult before so being able to say "you are wrong" and be listening to instead of punished for it was amazing. So he kept sending letters. The fact the they were "too dumb to trully follow his sugestions" keept annoying him tho. The gameshow was only slightly less trash on his opnion.

- But them Arthur started stealing his riddles (because of couse he wrote riddles on the letters) and sometimes even given the wrong answer to them. And it was back to complete fury. Some letters where just backhanded compliments and straight up insults at this point. But Arthur still belived the kid was his No. 1 fan.

- Of course Arthur was fired basically the same day he discovered his wife was pregnant and slowly became a criminal. He still kept some of Edward's letter to remind of the gold old days.

- One day already as Cluemaster he finally made the conection between lil Eddie Nasthon and Edward Nygma and started to talk to everyone - specially everyone who called him a D-lister - that Riddler was a big fan of his gameshow back in the day.

- When Ed discovered that he was pissed. He already hated Cluemaster for being a pretender. So he saw this untrue allegations as slander and more reason to want to kill Arthur.

- Arthur did NOT got the memo as he keeps trying to ask Riddler for a team up.

- The only reason Ed didn't kill him was because he considered it woudn't be revenge enough so everytime Arthur is in Blackgate, Riddler makes an anonimous donation for some corrupt guards to beat him up.

- As Arthur growed to be more annoying and started just appearing in places (was the man stalking him? How?) and acting as if not only they were old friends but as if CLUEMASTER was somehow his MENTOR Ed started helping Stephanie arest him.

- He sometimes pays Cluemaster goons so they will betray him. He pays Oswald so Arthur has to pay extra to drink in the Iceberg or any affiliated club. Arthur somehow remains oblivous.

-Stephanie on the other hand knows it and finds it funny. She also sometimes pretends that the case she is on is related to Cluemaster so Riddler can help her. Most times she doesn't need the help, she just does it for fun. Some rare times the cases are urgent and Babs is busy and Riddler is actually really good at solving crimes so it's a good alternative. At some point he is basically her crazy uncle (tho she is sure that if she ever tells him that he will start to become paranoid that she too belives he hangs out with her dad).

[aliteralchicken]

Are there any more fandom based things that you wouldn’t mind seeing in WFA. I think Tim having photography as a hobby would be neat and I wouldn’t mind seeing him own a Superboy tshirt 👀

I’ve been waiting for a photography cameo but yes we deserve Tim in a Superboy shirt (or even a leather jacket👀)

•I‘d love for Dukes love for writing and Jason’s love for reading having a plot (reading his younger brothers work please and thank you)

•Dick canonly hating Alfred’s cucumber sandwiches and Tim and Jason both hating his pancakes…a things Alfred can’t cook episode could be pretty funny

•girls night out is a classic; birds of pray + batgirls team up (Harper included and maybe Kate as well)

•Bernard, I’m begging for his conspiracy theories

•undercover identities episode, we already got a subtle Caroline Hill but like…Lil’ Matches and Mr Sarcastic when?

• speaking of Mr Sarcastic, questionable costume choices: pill helmet, disco wing and rainbow bat suit I’m looking at you

• making fun of Dick for saying ‘Holy [blank] Batman!’

• fanon Dick loves cereal a lot, canon Cass stole Tim’s rice crispies frequently…do you see where I‘m going with this?

• Damian drawing/painting a family portrait in secret, which eventually gets framed (either in the manor or the cave depending of which family)

• batfam pride episode (Selina, Kate, Harper, Cullen,Tim, Harley, ect.)

• random things that happened in canon that were never mentioned again being brought up (e.g Tim not having a spleen Jason being a tentacle monster)

• remember when Steph took Damian on a bouncy castle? more of that

• you know how everyone has ‘their’ members of another DC family? (Bruce has Clark, Barry and Diana, Tim has Kon, Bart and Cassie for super, flash and wonder ect.) and sometimes they share? an episode about that

•Babs playing a computer game while on coms…they’re fighting for their lives and she’s playing Gallagher, multitasking queen

•commissioner Gordon dealing with the bats

• Harley has said in injustice 2 and her animated show that Red Robin was her fav (not to mention in main comics he was the Robin she first fought against)…so bats fighting about which villains and antiheroes think they are the favourite of

• you know how a lot of the bats have been shown with bubble gum? i hope the popping annoys the hell out of Bruce

• sk8ter boi Tim

•Jason helping his siblings with homework

• more Steph just verbally destroying Bruce

•pet episode we got a cow, turkey, cats, dogs, fish, demon, bats ect.…maybe they have a starfish ;)

[jess-the-vampire]

Sooooo whatya think of the new episodeee?

Oh it’s definitely my favorite episode of the series so far, i was having such a good time at every turn. I’m glad i went out of my way to avoid spoilers, cause i was glad to actually be surprised by some elements on first watch.

I think this had by far the best opening for an episode so far, we finally get back to the villians, we meet the coven heads, we get insight on belos’s plans-

and then belos gets constipated, which starts getting into the more character driven lore, which is the best part. You instantly can tell GG and Kiki have some bit of tension between them to be Belo’s favorite, though granted i wonder if hunter is the only one to know belos is cursed and actually just always insists to help belos with his fits to prevent others from seeing them.

Including kiki.

It’s honestly unclear how aware anyone is that belos is cursed, like him eating pailsmans is apparently not something he hides, but like....i feel him being cursed is something that people would know universally if it got out...so i’m left wondering if anyone knows besides hunter.

Regardless, belos turns into a goop monster with an angry side, and i guess his mask doesn’t transform with him compared to the rest of his body so he breaks it again because i guess he goes though masks like crazy.

Hunter turns away in this scene from his outburst and even though he’s masked here i can already tell he’s most likely pained in these scenes. Like he’s probably seen this happen so many times, and i can’t imagine it gets any easier for him, it’s probably awful to watch belos suffer like this for him (Regardless of the abuse)

And to be honest, it seems pretty painful for him, i think this ep seems to at least confirm whatever this thing is that takes over belos’s body.....belos never actually wanted it in the first place. 

Yeah so after Hunter tells belos there’s not enough trees to medicate him anymore, we’re hit with the “UNCLE”. Which, when i first watched it i needed a second to even process the fact they confirmed their relation.

and i was like “CLOSE ENOUGH”, not his kid but uncle still works just fine for me, i’m just happy my assumption they were related actually came to ahead.

And i rewatched this episode a few times, and on second watch i realized more what happened in this scene. Hunter was talking about his interest in wild magic, and making more pailsman to help belos, and some method that could heal him and as soon as belos looked at him he instantly shut down.

He was clearly rambling about wild magic cures for belos because of his interest in it, and then suddenly remembered his uncle hates wild magic and felt super awkward.

It seems highly likely his interest in wild magic came from trying to cure belos and spending a lot of time reading up on the stuff. 

And then we get hit with the whole “Our family is dead because of wild magic” line, which.....i’m curious to know what happened there. But it does at least explain why belos feels how he does, if wild magic both killed his family beside hunter AND cursed him in the first place. We’re just gonna need more info on what exactly happened.

Also while Belos is def abusive and does not treat hunter how he should, this scene actually does read off to me like belos does care about hunter to some degree. If belos is cursed and his curse works in similar ways to how Eda’s curse works, then it’s worth reminding ppl that eda mentions early this season how stress can amplify the curse even more.

And sure enough, belos goes goopy on hunter’s shoulder all of a sudden when he grasps him. Which could be considered a sign of stress and that the idea of hunter dying or being in danger actually does stress him.

You could very much also assume this is just due to his curse not being fully handled and just getting worse, or that belos only cares about hunter for selfish reasons....but i’m not taking anything off the table here.

Belos can still be a shitty uncle, and still care about hunter, these aren’t mutually exclusive traits. But we need more episodes for now on this.

But anyways he asks hunter if he can rely on him, kiki is pissed......and we move on.

So i’m glad luz’s impulsiveness is addressed a ton in this episode, they actually bring up a lot of good points. That luz has no plan, that the time she’s spending here might render moot if she goes back to earth, ect ect.

Hunter even calls her out a lot later for not thinking things through, it’s a whole deal in this episode. I’m glad it was brought up cause it’s actually worth asking a lot of these things.

the set up here works, they actually made a good reason for why a pailsman didn’t bond with her. Speaking of which the adoption thing is cute and i love it, it’s a great idea. The designs are all very cute and fun.

Bump face reveal was a lot for me to process, but i find the idea of his pailsman being a pet that can help with his disabilities a good idea.

Also like, i did find it odd that they got staffs so early because we’ve never seen kids their ages with them before, but i guess it’s a new tradition? Does everyone at hexside now have one?

Honesty not sure why batqueen left the nest there overnight, i meant i guess she assumed they were safe with that shield but in context i dunno why she didn’t take them home after the school day was over.

but whatever, luz stays there overnight hoping  a pailsman will bond with her and GG just kidnapps them cause of pure luck on his part a bunch of pailsman were in a vulnerable spot tonight.

So GG continues to be charming, by whistling the theme song and then being blasted off his ship hilariously, before cockily teleporting himself right back on it seconds later. Like he and luz have great banter, he’s so extra like this it’s so funny, and god he’s so FAST with that staff it’s scary but so awesome.

Yeah so then hand dragon crashes them and i was so excited cause it meant face reveal. Poor dude looked so in pain and then we find out kiki tried to effing murder him because of course she did. But like, i think killing your boss’s nephew is the WORST way to get a promotion tbh.

(Also i got confused for a bit cause his mask has always been drawn as a mask, but now it’s a helmet in this scene for whatever reason but-)

Anyways, face reveal, Like honestly ppl weren’t too far off with their guesses, really the only thing people didn’t get was the tooth gap (That was fair tho, we couldn’t have guessed that). But it did make him even cuter.

like the banter is funny, he licks her hand, she slaps him, he looks SO pissed at her for this mess.

and i guess that outfit is his under armor apparently.

He’s lucky she didn’t run away immediately and followed him, but maybe he assumed she would since she had no where else to go.

Also his expressions in this ep are glorious, these had to be fun to draw.

Also we find out that the coven team members have never seen his face i guess? They just assume he’s a silly kid and are awful to him, so i guess he’s not only the youngest member of the coven but he never really shows his face much.

(”Call your parents”, ha ha.....whose gonna tell them who his uncle is?)

He is however, REALLY good at parkour and he’s fast even without his staff, so he’s well trained alright.

And then they reveal he’s not magical and i was SO happy cause i was so sure something was up when he wasn’t doing magic like the other witches despite his pointy ears. So they outright confirmed what i thought.

Hunter is pretty smart tho, like he can tell luz wouldn’t hurt him and wouldn’t flee so he knows he has the high ground here. Like he might be being a bit of a dick, but to be fair luz has been nothing but a dick to him throughout the whole episode (Everyone in this episode has been a dick to him tbh)

They team up and i get excited cause i love this kinda stuff and it gets more wholesome because hunter is super interested in her magic, he thinks it’s cool and you can tell how much he actually loves wild magic but then again...shuts himself down because of belos making him fear the stuff.

An then because luz asks, he tells her his backstory.

honestly with how this world treats people who aren’t magically powerful, living and growing up in a world that would find you useless sounds....awful. Hunter must be an anomaly around here, human blood or not.

Luz coming here to learn is different then growing up in a world and being the only one with no abilities and no future without them. Belos provides him with magic and a future, it’s no wonder he stays with him despite everything.

the whole “Found me” thing is weird, cause belos implies they’re blood related and hunter makes it sound like belos semi-adopted him. Which....if he did i dunno why “Uncle” and not “Adopted dad”, but ok....guess that’s for later.

Apparently hunter is important for something tho with the “Titan has big plans for me” thing, not sure what, but-

But yeah as soon as Hunter talked about wanting to make his own future and Rascal tried to land on him i knew EXACTLY where this was going, it was so cuteeeeee. The lil birb wanted to be with hunter, that’s so wholesome.

And he’s so terrified because of belos and what wild magic did to him, the poor bab.

But yeah, luz then trusts him with his staff back, because again....impulsive. But hunter does actually ask if she’s sure, so he might as well be asking if she trusts him.

The plan goes ahead, and hunter nearly betrays her.

though granted, hunter never promised her he’d stop and let her take them away, the truce was supposed to last till kiki was stopped and they were gonna fight out who got the pailsman. But it does bother luz cause she was hopeful he was better then this.

But just like he did before, she calls him out and he doesn’t betray her, because he’s ALSO too nice to do it, just like he said she was. He says his name (Which also took a moment to process), and then beats the crap out of kiki while letting luz get away and protecting her like a badass.

He might not have magic, but he’s good at fighting

like he can easily teleport to luz and take the pailsman, but he doesn’t, he lets them get away and luz knows this. Even though she also knows hunter has to go back to the emperor too and they have to separate.

It’s only slightly bitter terms, because in the end he came through for her and she knows it.

honestly, the worst part is i can’t even be mad at hunter for it, i’m sure he was terrified to fail belos. Both because he loves him and doesn’t want him to suffer....but also because of well...being punished. Really says something when his near betrayal doesn’t even make me mad at him, and i can understand why he nearly did it.

He let her go, knowing he’d be in SERIOUS trouble and that it would hurt someone he actually loves, so....ouch.

so yeah at this point i knew rascal wanted him so it was only of matter of what happened next.

Which was, luz getting the wood, which i like more anyway. Eda and King doing this offscreen and coming home like this is actually very funny, and honestly i appreciate the message of it being ok to wait.....means a lot to me.

yeah so belos is like...being an ass, like the kid tried his hardest, you don’t need to hit him with the “Is this the thanks i get?”. He’s a kid and he’s trying to cure you you dick, give him a break he doesn’t remotely have to help you like this.

Also apparently belos has not even told hunter HOW this happened, like...dude. Hunter is trying to be entirely reasonable here and belos spikes at him, which does imply some physical abuse though the only reason hunter doesn’t get a new scar is because he moves.

but how he reacts implies this has happened before, he is bracing for impact and he flinches. It’s pretty sad tbh, especially since hunter loves him and belos’s respect means something to him.

Belos is such an idiot, like c’mon dude, hunter is trying to help you and you don’t listen to him you dick. Kid shouldn’t have to say sorry for anything he did nothing wrong, he was just trying to help.

Anyways, he gloats at kiki (So at the very least she knows what he looks like under the mask), which he deserves a chance to do anyway. So i guess he didn’t rat her out for trying to kill him, personally my guess why is blackmail.....he was gonna hold it over her head to keep her from doing it again and threaten to tell belos.

But kiki quickly tells he LET the pailsman get away since he was the one to fight her (Curse his cute loose hair strand). So i guess now they have dirt on each other, so that’s fun.

His room is adorable, though the med kit by the bed is concerning.

Rascal comes for him and it;s so cute....though you can tell hunter nearly hurts him on instinct because of force of habit, but it’s so cute how he cares and how the birb loves him and is his new staff.

it was well hinted to as well, it’s so subtle, but the bird being cheery, curious, and his constant habit of escaping boundaries was perfect for hunter. He represents what hunter wants to be and why they got matched is done so well, all without explaining anything.

Hunter indirectly stated his deepest wish, to make his own choices, and rascal resonated with that. 

can’t wait to see where this goes.

great ending shot, love me some conflicted shots looking out of windows like trapped birds.

also this title was a pun the whole time i can’t-

[squiddybeifong]

Can I ask for the batsiblings reaction to Damian pacing so much he wore a hole in the floor? Doesn't have to be a fics, maybe headcanons?

Sorry for the rather long wait. Kinda wanted to make this a fic

Here's the floor pacing fic

On Ao3 here

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Alfred hadn’t outwardly reacted to Damian’s obvious lie as to why he had paced the floorboards uneven, but the butler absolutely took action for amending the tripping hazard in the boy’s room. With the floor repairman on the line and a measuring tape in hand nothing was amiss, of course.

Dick had already kept him up-to-date with the gossip about the two Titan birds, so Alfred hadn’t been surprised whatsoever. His position in the family meant that he’d watched the awkward budding romances of most everyone who’d called the Manor home. Damian being frustrated at his feelings for a teammate was nothing compared to a (very grown) Bruce being moody after Selina rebuffed his kiss while ‘on the clock’ or Dick’s increasingly creative attempts at sneaking around with Kori before the ‘no dating metahumans or aliens’ rule had been lifted. Honestly, watching the pun-laden flirting that Steph ladled out to both Tim and Cass on a near daily basis was more awkward than his youngest ward taking his repressed emotions out on the floors.

Unfortunately for Damian, the butler arranged for the floor repairman to show up during the day. Most notably, the repairman arrived at exactly the specified 1:35 p.m., not wanting to be late when called upon to fix anything belonging to Bruce Wayne.

Why Robin had believed that (like everyone else in Gotham) this worker would be fashionably late, he didn’t know. What Damian did know was that he hadn’t heard Grayson open the door. Nor had he heard his brother head up with Alfred and the repairman into his room. And he especially didn’t hear as Alfred slyly mentioned that he believed Dick’s gossip was coming to a head, if the worn path in the floor meant anything.

No, Damian heard none of it. Not when he was busy brushing BatCow and making sure that every square inch of the barn was properly ventilated so she couldn’t possibly overheat in the approaching summer weather. So when the youngest Bat stalked into the Manor, he’d been all but ambushed.

It didn’t take a detective to realize why he’d been pacing so much. Even without Alfred’s confirmation, it was unlike Damian to avoid going back to the Titans early if he could help it. Batman hadn’t looked up when Robin had elected to stay another week when they were in the BatCave, but his siblings sure had. And while Bruce didn’t outwardly ponder about how intense things had to be for Damian to go out of his way to avoid a certain someone, this new information had Dick positively enchanted at the prospect of his baby brother being in love.

“I’m not in love with Raven,” Damian hissed out.

Jason snickered as he reclined in his seat, his face full of mirth at the flustered crack in Damian’s voice. Cass was sitting upside down with her legs resting on the couch’s back, her smile wide as she took in her youngest brother’s irritated, embarrassed body language (nevermind the barest hint of an actual blush on his face when vehemently denying any feelings he had towards his fellow Titan).

Babs’ smile was wide and cheerful as she pointed out, “Who said anything about Raven?” Duke perked up from his spot next to Cass, immediately adding on, “Yeah, Dami. We thought you were just falling for her?”

Steph snorted, “Falling over those footprints in the floor, more like it.”

Tim laughed behind his gulp of his coffee, sleepily (and loudly) drawling out to the blonde, “A Robin and his Raven. Guess you can say they’re a real pair of lovebirds, huh?”

Damian glared at them all, fighting the urge to pinch between his eyes. Why were all the Bats at the Manor? Shouldn’t they be on patrol instead of bothering him?

Jason clicked his tongue and rested his arms on the table. He met Dick’s gaze, saw the way his older brother’s eyes brightened up with mischief and scratched at the streak of white in his hair. Deciding that messing with Damian was by far the most fun he’d have in the Manor that morning, Jason asked, “So, Lil’ D… What’re you gonna get your girlfriend? Can’t come back empty handed.”

“She’s not my--”

Babs interrupted him, nudging Tim with her elbow, “Do not tell me he wasn’t planning on getting her anything.”

Steph lazily rested on the chair’s edge. The blonde leaned over to rest against Jason’s shoulder, her fist pressed to her face. She gnawed on the inside of her cheek; it wasn’t likely she’d be much use for knowing how Raven would want to be wooed. She had heard of her but she had yet to actually meet Damian’s mystery crush, after all. She let out a hum, “What does Raven like? It’s gotta be something personal!”

Damian clicked his tongue as his siblings were suddenly oh so chatty at Spoiler’s suggestion, their unwanted ideas filling the room.

“What if he paints her something?”

“Doesn’t she like old books? Maybe one of those first editions that Alfred was thinking about donating last year?”

“Wait a sec-- Dick, isn’t she goth? B did get that set of obsidian jewelry at the last gala.”

“Hell, if we’re going that route I’m sure Selina has some nice rings somewhere--”

“Maybe something that isn’t stolen, Tim.”

“Just be honest with her.”

The room went quiet at Cass’ simple instruction. Still in her Orphan suit from her early morning patrols and reclining in her inverted spot on the couch, the brunette somehow kept a serious face as she stared at Damian upside down.

Seeing that no one was going to add-on to her suggestion, Cass blew some of her bangs out of her face and shrugged, “You like her for a reason.”

Brown eyes slyly glanced around the room, gratefully falling on Babs as she piped up, “Cass is right. I really don’t think Damian of all people would fall for someone who’s all about dating mind-games.”

Ignoring Damian’s exasperated lie of “I haven’t fallen for her!” in the background, Steph slumped down on the couch next to Duke. Her face was contemplative, “Then maybe we should invite her here?”

Dick let out an excited laugh the same time Tim clapped his hands and grinned at their resident computer whiz, “Babs could absolutely get her up to speed on patrolling Gotham for a bit, right?”

The redhead looked excited at the idea. Pushing her glasses further up her nose before they fell, Babs teasingly asked, “What is it about Gotham and bird-based superheroes?”

Duke shrugged, a hand cradling his chin in thought. “Not sure, but Dami obviously won’t confess if we’re not around to kick him into doing it.”

Jason clicked his tongue at the possibility of the youngest Bat listening to them and raised a brow Dick’s way, “Any chance at all that she’ll make the first move?”

Irritated at the topic, Damian turned on his heel and retreated to the kitchen. Ignoring the chorus of “C’mon, Dami” behind him (and planning on fighting Todd later for the childish boos that the antihero was aiming at his back), Robin set about grabbing some snacks for his pets when he heard two sets of footsteps approach.

He bit back a groan as Dick practically skipped into the room, Cass on his heels. “What now?”

Nightwing let out a laugh at his brother’s sneer, “You do know that we’re only trying to help, right?” He took a few pears from the fridge and handed them to Damian, knowing that they were BatCow’s favorite. Hearing as Cass opened the cabinet doors to find where the rawhide bones and cat treats were stored, Dick pressed on, “I know she already knows me but it might be easier introducing everyone as a segue into talking to her about other things…”

Cass let out a quiet snort at his suggestion. She shook her head and offered a better idea, “Alfred first.”

Dick tilted his head, nodding in agreement a moment later. He ignored the violent way Damian was cutting up the pears and said, “That’ll probably be for the best. Living with the Titans is one thing; we gotta ease her into our particular brand of madness.”

Tossing aside the stems and peeled off stickers, Damian sulked, “None of this is necessary.”

Cass hid her smile with her hand. Dick hummed out, “You don’t want your girlfriend to meet your family?”

“She won’t be my--” Damian couldn’t say the potential title just yet. He clicked his tongue, “Just because you all think I have feelings for her doesn’t mean she’ll reciprocate.”

The older two visibly paused at his words.

Her head tilting in concern, brown eyes studied Robin for a moment. Damian glared at Cass but she ignored him. Dick leaned against the wall, the worried furrow in his brow betraying his nonchalant stance. He spoke out the obvious, “Do you really think she’s not interested?”

“She thinks I’ve been avoiding her--”

Cass shrugged, “You have.”

Damian continued as if he hadn’t heard her, “--so I doubt any feelings she may have towards me are positive right now.”

Dick let out a hum, “You didn’t answer the question.”

Ophan’s suit somehow didn’t shine in the kitchen’s fluorescent light as she crossed her arms, “Yes or no?”

Damian bit the inside of his cheek. It was quiet in the kitchen for a moment as he thought over all the moments he and Raven had shared, the comfortable quiet pauses between crimefighting, training, and avoiding their teammates’ noise. She never seemed to dislike his company, but she was stoic enough that he could never tell if her heart leaped into her throat whenever she noticed that they were alone.

He suppressed a jump as Cass entered his personal space.

Olive eyes were reluctant as she poked his cheek. “You’re not stupid,” She figured it was progress when he didn’t try to swat her hand away, but she couldn’t keep the beam off her face at the boy’s blush. A hint of smugness crept into her voice, “So she is?”

“I don’t know.”

Cass looked to the Manor’s main entrance, knowing that in half a week’s time the entire structure would be full of lights, flowers and who knew what else B’s planners would bring. A spring gala with flowers and enough hidden corners for a pair to get lost in the crowd.

In other terms: the perfect setting for a first date.

She met Dick’s gaze and grinned at the knowing look on his face. His hair nearly fell out of its bun as he let out a whoop, wrapping an arm around Damian. Thoughts of finding Raven a gala-ready dress (and maybe a matching suit) in mind, Dick couldn’t keep the excitement out of his movements.

Ignoring the aggravated yet cautiously hopeful way Damian shrugged off his brother’s arm, Cass clasped her hands in front of her chest. “Only one way to find out.”

[hibiscuswolverine]

some more komahina parent au cuz I’m thinking about it + Lil baby makoto doin lil baby things cuz that's what he do! Kinda long under cut!^^’

+ They the adopted the young lad when he was just a newborn (Fresh outta the batterbox- yes and that is what she said!)

+They’re kinda concerned when they first met him because he was quite a tiny little thing and the nurse was like “Oh no he’s healthy! He’s just very small for a newborn that’s all!”

+ Idk if I said this already but they didn’t want to introduce Makoto to the former class until he was bigger, because they want to at least get him settled and not overwhelm him with so many new faces (and with the class in general being loud)

+ Newborn makoto acted like a typical newborn; crying through the night, hungry, you know newborn things. As for his parents, they mostly took ‘shifts’ (aka one finding the other passed out on the couch while the milk boils over and makoto is still crying in the bg)....yeah they’re totally fine :)

+When they were still prepping for makoto they actually went to quite abit of parenting classes and was practically dragged into a baby shopping spree with the girls. They wanted to go with more neutral colors as they didn’t know his gender at the time but instead uh... let's say lil’ koto has an interesting wardrobe  thanks to his aunts (and uncles too!) + He’s also in one of these (Nagito’s fault) cuz..LISTEN ITS TOO CUTE OF OPPORTUNITY TO PASS UP OK-

+ They often feared they were doing bad job with Makoto, but then they watch how other other people treat their kids or how the kids would treat them and they look at makoto who be vibing and they’re like ‘I guess we’re doing alright..’ =beyond this point is when he in his months and like 1st year= +I think its pretty obvious to say that makoto is more or less a happy lil baby! He liked to laugh and giggle a lot, and clap (no particular reason he just did.) and wiggle around (ibuki: It looks like little mako is dancing! Go on mako! show ‘em your moves!!). Still pretty small tho because he cursed like that. + Because he is so small he HATES being cold, like lil man will throw a fit if you even think about not bundling him up. Even if it’s just a lil chilly out so they always make sure to bring a spare blanket with them whenever they go out. + His favorite heat warmer is his papa (Hajime) he’s just lot warmer and softer than his dada (Nagito) both body and heat wise. (Nagito is still Nagito just without his illness, so he’s just really pale and lanky.) But that just means he has a lot of photo ops to take of the sleeping pair.   +People often ask the pair if makoto is their biological son because of just how similar he looks to the two of them, sometimes to mess with people they say yes. +Makoto likes to babble.. quite a lot, he likes to babble a lot to parents. Nagito plays along and also talk to him to. Hajime often watches the two interact and is like ‘what on earth are they planning???’ (M: bab bab ba ba *shierks* N: *Babbles back* M: *babbles and claps his hands* N: Ah yes, I know perhaps we can go do that later, we should be able to find that there.) +Whenever Makoto starts to babble to Hajime, the two talk like they’re having a conversation of sort back and forth. Though hajime talks normal words to him. (M: Ba! ba! ababab aaaa! H: Wha-? You want cereal? No Mako! I’m not giving you cereal yet your not old enough. M: *cries*)  +LoOK I know I said Izuru would only talk normally to him, but it's too funny not to think about Izuru babbling to Makoto. (Makoto and Izuru: *having a conversation* Hajime: *comes in* what are you two doing? Izuru: *sighs* you’re interrupting a important conversation here.) +In this AU nagito is an amputee (no left hand, he lost it due to the plane crash when he was young) Whenever nagito has his prosthetic off, Makoto often thinks that his stump is a great pacifier/teething toy.  +Now I have no clue what job Hajime or Nagito would have but, Hajime does have one (one that he could tell you about). Nagito.. well let me explain; If you ever watched Martin, then there was this running gag in the show where Tommy always said he got a job but he never said what the job and everyone would ask what he did and he’d just reply ‘ it’s my job’....yeah so that's nagito.  + So anyway,  Nagito also brings Makoto with him to commit arson, he carries him around in baby carrier don’t worry! he got lil headphones, glass and stuff for protection!  + Their family portrait is the three of them in all black with shades looking like they came outta an action movie (they’re posing dramatically too) while they’re like an explosion/ big ass fire behind them. Mahiru was very concerned for Makoto’s safety that day.   +They’re nicknames for him range from ‘Koto, Mako, lil nugget, hope nugget’ and then everyone else has different ones for him (tiny person of light, makutie, lil’ man, Koko, mini nagito, big or mini mac, and little shit.)   + Nagito holds him like he is the most delicate little thing, Hajime holds him like a normal person should, Izuru knows how to hold him properly but he doesn’t, he will pick his nephew by his leg and hold him upside down and just carry him around like that (Makoto will just giggle while his parents kinda freak out). + For his first birthday it mostly just consisted of his parents and his aunt + uncles (and their kids if they had any). He managed to “blow out” the candle by thwacking the flame with his hand, didn’t affect him to bad bc they got a cute cake smash photo with a cake covered Mako (A bad alternative would be him not touching the cake at all because he thwacked fire and it made him cry/scared the shit out of him) + Nagito came to find that with makoto his luck is a lil weird; like when he goes to play the lottery he finds that he isn’t winning  like he used too. But when it comes the big numbers something bad happens that day and he goes to play and he wins. Weird huh? (I'm sorry i don’t nagito’s luck cycle that well-) + The moment makoto learns how to use his legs properly and can run, it is ON. Also he is one of those kids that if he’s too quiet for to long he’s up to something.  + Makoto wants your food, and is not taking no for an answer. He’ll look at either of his parents and if they don’t give him the food fast enough or at all, he’ll just forcibly grab the spoon or fork and eat it (if its a finger food he’ll just aggressive grab the food from the bowl) don’t let it be one of his fav foods, he will fight you. Their drink aren’t save either if there's a straw he’s taking that too.