#* out of the bat cave ( OOC )

[emdeerm]

Danny stares at everything in the room he was given. It's nice. Extremely well put and cared for. Using anything here would've felt like a crime if he wasn't used to being around The Fruitloop and trashing his things.

He was mistaken for the alternate version of the Bat guy. Batman. Bruce. Since, apparently, his DNA matched??? Wth.

Danny flopped onto the lavish and comfy bed with a groan. Of all names he chose Bruce. He could've used... Steve or Tom, or something.

No he couldn't. Those are lame. Bruce was a boring but not a cliche name. And of course, his Fenton™ luck had mixed in and now this whole mess was a thing.

His thoughts drifted away into the world of slumber as he thought that, perhaps, one clocky individual was responsible for this shit. No way he ended up in a world where his messed up DNA was a match with a random, super rich, vigilante on his own.

(sorry, Danny, it was all you this time. Clockwork just let it happen because you needed a break before some... news were announced)

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Bruce sighed and turned around to look at Tim who was trying to burn a hole into the back of his head.

"Yes?"

"Are we sure he is who he says he is?" The teen got straight to the point. Bruce just sighed. Honestly, he wasn't sure.

"The evidence so far suggest that," was all he could answer.

Bruce (alternate Bruce? Other Bruce? He should have a talk with the boy if they could figure something out), didn't seem too put of by the surroundings. He went up the elevator, curiosity clear on his face, but was wasn't too surprised by the mantion. (Danny knew that there was a mantion somewhere nearby. He just never thought he'd come close to it...). He was slightly uncomfortable, Cass has confirmed as much as well, however, Bruce thought that he'd too be extremely out of his depth if he was a civilian and suddenly found himself in the situation the boy was in.

Tim just returned to his laptop, typing away, probably compiling all of the evidence and clues so far. Bruce should get to that soon too.

As soon as he finishes up this pending case. It had been on the priority list for a few days now.

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DC x DP fic idea: Cave Boy

Danny Fenton is a lot of things, but good under pressure is not one of them. He didn't mean to be stranded in an unknown universe after playing around with his parents' Specter Speeder in the Ghost Zone and losing control of it. He didn't mean to find shelter in the strange cave systems under the city Danny crashlanded in. He didn't mean to step on any bat and bird costume-wearing toes.

All he was trying to do was fix the ship he arrived in with stolen and repurposed technology from all across the city. He also didn't take anything that wasn't in a garbage can so he couldn't even be acussed of thief.

Danny barely even allowed himself to be spotted, only going out at night to avoid regular citizens. Danny was a very considerate dimensional visitor compared to the Ghosts that came to Amity Park.

He spent hours exploring the caves as a human, but whenever he felt like it was time to go back, he shifted into his ghost form and floated upwards until he was above the ground. Sometimes he find himself far away from city limits othertimes he be right under a bank or a apparement complex.

It was an exciting, if a little rough, life. He occasionally found food in the garbage, and while it was disgusting, it was better than nothing. Thankfully, his halfa status allowed him to go longer without meals, sleep, and even breathing. It's just a bit hard to keep track of time since he rarely sees the sun, and he doesn't exactly have a clock nearby, but he sure it's been at least three months when he finds the bat and bird costume wearing people.

Danny is minding his own business, having just found a primarily intact toaster that would have the perfect wiring for the Speeder's temperature-controlling unit, when he mistakenly take a right on the third turn instead of a left.

It wouldn't usually be a problem, as he could just float to the topside and find his way to his little shelter/shop, but he had unknowingly tripped motion detectors. Danny had continued on his merry way, just starting to realize he was lost, when out of the shadows a man in a gaint bat costume leaped at him.

He yelp, barely dropping out of a nasty-looking jab, bending his back from the elbow aimed at his face and only through his ghost reflexes able to jump over the leg swipe.

"Who are you!?" The man growled "how did you find this place?"

"Dude, I live here!" Danny gasped, throwing himself to the ground to avoid what he knew was a jujitsu grab. "What you doing here?!"

He doesn't get a answering seeing as a bo staff of all things slams into the back of his head. He hits the ground just as his attacker says.

"Good job Red Robbin"

"Yummmmm" Danny mutters word association too strong not to.

When he wakes, he finds himself tucked in a medical cot inside a glass cell. He is still inside the caves but somewhere he's never seen. It's filled with technological advances that has his mouth watering just looking at them.

His hands twitch with the urge to break everything apart and tinker. He's a Fenton through and through.

He would have enjoyed the scenery- especially the gaint computer that was just calling his name- except various people in costumes were standing around his cell studying him like a animal in a zoo.

"Oh, ugh, hi," Danny says to the man in the giant red helmet. He gets no response so he tries to get a reaction from the others. It yields the same results. "Okay. So ugh is this a cult thing? Cause I really don't want to be part of whatever is happening here"

"What is your name?" The man dressed like a Bat demands and well crude if this is a cult thing Danny doesn't want them knowing his name. Either as human or as a ghost.

So he thinks of the most boring name he can think of, wrestling his ghost to make his body language as human as possible as he says "my name is Bruce"

There is a sharp intake of breath to his left, which causes Danny to look at a man wearing blue. That man has his face pressed against the glass, staring at Danny with a wide, manic smile. Even though the white lens of the blue man's mask hides his eyes, he knows they are drinking in Danny's features.

"look at him! He's adorable!" The blue man gushes and the other teenagers all nod in agreement.

"Super cute," the girl in purple agrees stepping closer to peer at Danny.

"A bit odd to see so much emotion on that face but he really is cute." the one holding a bo staff adds.

"He is weak." A boy sneers, "Hardly deserving of the blood in his veins."

"Lay off Demon Brat" The guy with the red helmet says, "He's just a civilian."

Now, Danny did not like those comments.

What if this is a cult thing but not a ghost cult like he orginally thought? What if it's a creepy sex thing? Or Cannibals? Or a secret fight club where they would force him to partake in death battles?

Whatever the case may be, they could not know he's from a different dimension.

"Bruce," the man dressed as a Bat cuts into the chatter. He levels a hard stare at Danny, who flinches away from it. The man's face softens just a bit. "We know that you from a different dimension"

"We tested your blood and have means to detect travelers from alternate universes" a guy in yellow helpfully says. "We also sort of figured who you were before that"

Seriously how?

"What?" Danny asks and the man in the Bat costume removes his masks. He's left staring at someone who look oddly familar but for the life of him he can't place it.

"Ughhhhh"

"Bruce, I'm also Bruce Wayne and in this universe I'm Batman" He says

Who?

"We will help you get home" Bruce tells Danny unlocking his cell. "I'm sorry about the ambush"

Now, this is where Danny should come clean and tell this man the truth, but he panics because he is not good under pressure and instead says, "Okay,"

And that's how Danny is mistaken for Bruce Wayne's civilian dimension traveling counterpart. He tries to roll with it, he does, but it's a little hard to when he's surrounded by weirdos who dress up like clowns to fight crime.

What even is his life.

[fairy-writes]

MERCY

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Trigun Stampede

Pairing(s): Vash the Stampede x Reader

Word Count: 0.9k

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Gender Neutral!Reader, Pre-Canon, Established Relationships, Possible OOCness with Vash but I couldn’t get this idea out of my head

Notes: I HAVEN’T DONE THIS IN A WHILE

BUT CATCH MY DOCTOR WHO QUOTES

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It wasn’t often that you saw Vash angry.

In fact, in all the time you’d known him, you never remembered him actually getting angry. Irritated? Sure, but never like… this. 

Three days was enough to wear down the Humanoid Typhoon. 

It should have been simple: just keep your heads down and let the bandits currently hunting for Vash’s bounty pass on through the little town. 

It seemed easy enough. You’d done this a million times. You were practically pros! What would change now?

Oh, how you wished you could take those words back. 

“Vash, stop!” You plead and cry and tug at Vash’s coat as you try to keep him from shooting the man in front of him. He grits his teeth, but that doesn’t stop his finger from curling around the trigger. 

“I’m done negotiating.” He snaps, and you flinch back as if struck across the face. 

“We can talk this out! Just like you do every time! Vash, please!”

He rounds on you, keeping the gun pointed at the bandit.

“Every time I negotiate, every time I try to understand. Well, not today. No. Today, I honor the victims first. His, Nai’s, the humans, all the people who died because of MY mercy!”

Right…

The people who died. 

You can still hear a mother wailing for her dead child behind you, cradling his limp corpse in her arms as she begged whoever was listening to bring her baby back to her. 

You could tell Vash heard it too, because he ground his teeth together even more. His thumb pulled the hammer back on his gun, and he stepped closer to press the barrel to the bandit’s forehead.

The aforementioned bandit was shaking in his boots. His knees knocked together, and sweat dripped down his brow. His own gun had been batted away after shooting at Vash and you. Luckily, the bullets had lodged in Vash’s prosthetic arm instead of flesh. The arm itself was fine, if not sparking a little.

But that didn’t matter.

“Vash,” You began, slowly, calmly, like trying to calm a spooked animal. Vash turned to look at you, and you weren’t surprised to see tears starting to prick his eyes. 

He had always been the emotional one.

“Please, put the gun down. Have some mercy, and we can talk this out.” You tried, and his following words made your blood run cold.

“I’m so old now. I used to have so much mercy. But not anymore.” He snarled, and you flinched back. 

This wasn’t the Vash you knew and loved

What had happened to him?

One of the townsfolk stepped forward,

“Mr. Typhoon… Please. Put the gun down. We will arrest the bandit and hold him until the police can arrive. you’re scaring your love.” She said, and those words snapped Vash out of his violent stupor. He looked at you with new eyes, heartbroken and horrified.

You couldn’t stop him as he stepped away and fled,

You found him in the desert of No Man’s Land two days later.

Two days. Two days of relentless searching. Two days of worrying. Two days of Vash obviously beating himself up over everything. The bandit was apprehended, as was his little posse of criminals. So you were able to search for Vash safely.

You found him in a cave, bits of his arm strewn about as he tried to get the bullets unstuck. He was muttering and cursing under his breath, eventually throwing the tool in his hand toward the mouth of the cave where you stood.

You picked up the tool and approached him, kneeling by where he sat cross-legged and offering the tool.

“How’d you find me?” He said bitterly, and you offered a small smile,

“I know you.” You mumbled, and he scoffed,

“Apparently not. I’m turning into Nai. Merciless. Cold. And—”

“You aren’t. Your reign of terror would end at the sight of the first crying child, and you know it.” You cut him off gently, and he looked up at you, something glimmering in his eyes. You took that as an invitation to scoot closer, crossing your legs as you went. Your knee brushed his, and you could practically feel him shudder at the contact.

But you didn't comment on it.

You just used the tool to dislodge the bullets smashed into his arm and palm of his hand. You were gentle, not at all like he was moments ago. Soon enough, his arm was pieced back together, and he gripped your hand as you went to stand.

“Where are you going?” He asked, practically pleading with you to stay.

“Just getting my pack. I left it outside.” You said, and he sagged in relief.

He must’ve been lonely in those two days he was apart from you.

That night, you sat by the fire you built and tossed branches from debris into the fire. Vash sat next to you, his flesh hand on your thigh and his head on your shoulder. You let him have this. This sense of normalcy. This sense of love that you tried to build around him. 

Because he deserved that much. 

It wasn’t long before he turned to nose your neck, pressing a fleeting kiss there. You shivered and felt him smile against your skin.

“I’m sorry for scaring you.” He whispered eventually. You hummed,

“I forgive you… Just… Try not to do it again, okay?” You replied, and he pecked your cheek before squeezing your thigh.

“I promise.”

[koolades-world]

one of my besties had me watch the madison beer mv of make you mine and it's actually such a good song. i love that the entire thing is jennifer's body themed. you know it's bad when i think of fictional characters while i listen to the song haha. sorry if mephi's dialogue seems a little ooc, not super familiar with his speech patterns yet

i'm really bad at giving things titles as you can see haha. highly recommend giving it a listen or listening while you read this <3

also i just learnt mephisto has an undercut? it's actually black so is purple not his natural hair color? he'd look really pretty with black hair but part of me wonders if he dyed it purple to look different from lucifer

anyways sorry this is so late! got busy hanging out with friends and the thing i had originally wanted to post wasn't ready, and i just really wanted to post this haha. enjoy :)

make u mine (mephisto x reader)

Mephisto had never meant to end up in such a compromising situation with the human exchange student, of all people. Not that it being anyone else would have made it better, but at least You looked absolutely ravishing in your party wear, and despite everything in him telling him to look away, he couldn't tear his eyes away from you. Had you placed a spell on him?

It all started with a few words overheard in a conversation between Diavolo and Lucifer. Of course, he hadn't meant to overhear what they were saying on purpose. He could thank the journalist inside him unconsciously picking up on many side conversations at the same time, and that one in particular happened to catch his interest. Listening to Mammon and Asmo talk about the latest party they were going to could wait. His attention was fully captured when he heard the phrase "exchange program." That phrase always meant a scoop was just around the bend.

He had no clue that this "scoop" would slowly consume every waking moment he occupied.

Once the time came that for the program to start, he didn't expect to be greeted with two very different humans. One was a powerful sorcerer he knew rather well, from a distance of course, and the other was a seeming nobody. He thought it was odd, but he wanted to interview you nonetheless to get your thoughts on the program. He was interested in learning about you. It started as the beginnings of an article he knew would perform well, and morphed into personal curiosity.

Getting you alone proved difficult. One of those pesky brothers was always with you, and they seemed very insistent on keeping you two apart. They must've received some kind of instruction from Lucifer, as even Satan seemed intent on staying between the two of you. He had been sitting the the RAD newspaper room, alone, pondering over this exact dilemma, when his problem resolved itself when you came barreling the room, slamming the door shut behind you.

"Hey." You were out of breath. Your hair was a mess and a half smile on your face. Your back was pressed to the door. The moment he made eye contact with you was a moment he couldn't quite put words to, despite being excellent at that. He found it hard to look away from you.

He was speechless at first at the crazy coincidence, as if his thoughts had summoned you. "Ehem. How may I help you?" He raised an eyebrow at you.

"Will you do me a tinsy little favor and hide me? Pretty please?" The way you batted your eyelashes at him made his heart immediately cave to your demands, but he knew he had a reputation to uphold.

"Will you agree to do an interview with me if I do?" He spun the question around on you. He had wanted to ask anyways. He wasn't one to pass up an opportunity presented to him on a silver platter.

"Deal. Quick, Lucifer probably wasn't far behind me." You rushed towards him, taking his hand. This shook him for the second time in less than a minute. Hurriedly, he shoved you behind the printing press that occupied one side of the room and turned it on to cover up any noise you might make. No sooner than he had done this, Lucifer threw the door open.

"Didn't you hear me knocking?" The demon looked just out of sort as you had, but angry rather than amused like you were. He hadn't seen anyone get such a rise out of Lucifer in a while. He was interested in hearing your story. Lucifer's eyes scanned the room in search of you, but only grew more irate upon finding nothing out of the ordinary.

"No. I'm busy." Mephisto turned his back to Lucifer to conceal his growing grin.

"Mc isn't in here, are they?" Lucifer remained in the doorway.

"What do you think? This a writing sanctuary, not a daycare." Mephisto picked up one of the papers printed, pretending to look busy. Lucifer huffed, annoyed.

"Watch yourself, cocky journalist." With that, Lucifer spun around and left the room. He left the door slightly ajar, making Mephisto the most annoyed he'd been during that entire interaction. After pushing the door shut, he called out to you.

"He's gone. You have quite the story to tell, hmm?" He grabbed his notepad and pen, beckoning you to take a seat on the couch beside him.

"Turn off the noisemaker, then we can talk." You sat beside him after coming out of hiding. With a playful sigh, he got back up to shut it off so he could really begin to talk to you.

That was his first real conversation with you without one of the brothers present, and he suddenly understood their desire to keep you to themselves. Thankfully, after that day, he had his foot in the door and you were more than happy to speak to him despite the brother's protests. The scowl on Lucifer's face from over your shoulder as you happily chatted with him was worth the world to him because Mephisto knew that Lucifer wouldn't try anything; not with you with your hands all over him, anyways. He adored being the center of your attention despite the fact that several brothers were watching closely. You often slipped away from the brothers and escaped to the room you knew he'd be in. He didn't know if what you were doing was intentional or not, but he began to grow conditioned to seeing you laid out on the plush sofa by his desk, or parked on the desk itself, waiting for him with a smile and open arms. It got to the point where he was certain he saw more of you that any of the brothers did.

He was unsure about how to feel, but he welcomed you into his life readily. It became more than just being with you to make Lucifer mad. It became being with you just to be with you, because he enjoyed your company. However, he always felt as if he left something to be desired when he thought about you. You always left his heart aflutter with your touches, even though he wanted to assume it was just how you behaved normally.

A hand on his shoulder, a hand on his arm, a hand on his. Sometimes, a hand on his waist, fingers looped through his belt loops. A hand on his chest, playing with his tie. A hand on his face, thumbs gliding over his cheeks. A hand on his thigh, hidden under the table.

They all drove him insane.

It was then he realized he harbored some sort of feelings for the human who'd initially started as just the topic of an article he was writing. He craved your attention and wanted to be as close to you as possible. He knew that went past what he'd initially thought about himself. While you were simply a human, you were a human who'd managed to capture the affections of the seven demon lords, and beyond.

A party at his place was what finally unraveled everything. Despite it being his party and therefore, the center of attention, he was only interested in one person. He knew you'd gotten ready in his bedroom as an effort to prevent the brothers from stopping you from going. They, of course, weren't invited, but he wouldn't be surprised if they showed up always once they realized where you were. He knew at this point, he should just give you your own room. It wasn't like he couldn't afford it. He had many empty bedrooms and could easily make one into yours, but he loved sharing his space with you. Something inside him loved seeing your things intermingled with his, and he didn't want to part with that.

But, he hadn't seen you since he went downstairs to begin greeting guests. His eyes scanned the room, searching for you. He thought he saw the flash of a familiar blond head of hair, but he swept past that. His gaze soon settled on the person he was looking for: you. You were chatting with another guest, but as soon as you noticed his stare, you excused yourself from the conversation to make your way over to him. He began to think about you, and how much happier he'd be once you were by his side. He greeted you enthusatically and told you how amazing you looked. You naturally slotted into his side, hands on his shoulders.

In his haze, he failed to notice someone behind him. They bumped into him, causing him to spill his drink all over you. He quickly turned to reprimand them, and to catch their face, but they had vanished into the crowd before he could. Mephisto clenched his fists, but there was nothing he could do. The perpetrator had been swallowed by the evermoving crowd of people. Instead, he went back to you, and decided to help you get cleaned up. You seemed nonchalant about the entire situation, and were happy holding his hand as he dragged you up the stairs to his room.

"Mephi, there's no need to be so worked up. It's a simple fix. If the stain doesn't come out, it was only twenty bucks anways." You kept pace with him.

"It's a matter of dignity. Whoever that was embarrassed me, and now I look like a total moron." He couldn't look at you. His face was most certainly red.

"Not to me you don't." Those words quelled the inner calamity he had a little.

"Well, either way, the stain will set in if we don't do something about it now." He pulled you into his room and locked the door behind you. The last thing he wanted was some nosy demon wandering in after the two of you. If you didn't care what they thought, why should he? But, he didn't want his time with you to be interrupted.

He peered into his closet for something for you to wear. Usually, you had clothes here, hung up, something he was rather proud of, but everything but a couple R.A.D. uniforms were gone. Earlier that day, he'd instructed his staff to wash all your laundry, clean or not, with a new detergent that the both of you quickly fell in love with at the store. It had become both of yours, in a way, and he went feral over the idea of the brothers constantly being reminded of him even when he wasn't around through you.

"Do you want to go back to the party?" He leant out of his closet to yell to you.

"Depends. Anyone important down there?" You responded through the shut bathroom door.

"Not really. Lord Diavolo couldn't make it tonight." He already knew what you were going to say in responce.

"Then we can just get ready for bed. My RAD bag is in here somewhere, so I don't technically have to go home. If you'll let me stay, that is." He heard you laugh through the door. He chortled to himself at that too. You didn't even need to ask anymore. You slept in his bed with him, for crying out loud. You even had your own D.D.D. charger for his house at his side table, right next to his.

"Are you alright with wearing my pajamas to bed? Yours are in the wash." He riffled through his wardrobe to find a very nice pair for you. He eventually settled on one of his sets of black silk pajamas. He wasn't sure if the pants would fit you, but at least you'd have a shirt.

"You know me." You extended your hand through the cracked bathroom door, to which he tossed the clothes into your open hand. You caught them, and snapped the door shut again to put them on. "Mephi, the pants are a little big." He heard you say through the door. Just as he thought. He'd never actually seen you in a set of his clothes before, so he silently prepared himself to feast his eyes. Despite this, he was not ready for you when you stepped in from the bathroom. The blank pants were draped over your arms, and the black button up top fell to your mid thigh. "Just hang these back up. No use in trying that." You put them back into his hands, and threw yourself down onto his bed. He did as you asked, and sat next to you.

"Are your other clothes still in the bathroom?" He studied your side profile.

"Yeah, on the counter." You answered his questions.

"I'll be right back. I'll give those to one of my staff, who'll get the stain out and get it looking brand new." He moved to get back up, but was stopped by your hand reaching out to him.

"Not yet. Let me enjoy a little time with you first." You whined. He couldn't help but chuckle.

"I'll be quick." He moved to get up again, but this time, you got up before him and pushed him back down onto the bed. You straddled him, hands on both of his shoulders, pressing him into his bed.

"You've got no choice now." You triumphally smirked down at him. He knew he could easily get up, but he knew he wouldn't. You knew that too.

"Mc..." He was rather amused, but he couldn't stop from thinking about his feelings for you. Most of his confidence went out the window with that thought.

"I win." With that, you draped yourself over him fully, and Mephisto basked in your attention. As he thought more, while he really didn't want to, his heart told him now would be a great time to tell you how he felt. With the thought of now or never echoing in his brain, he opened his mouth again.

"Mc, I have a confession." He was nervous, more than he'd ever been. But, he was too deep in now to back out.

"Hmm?" You didn't sit up, and remained with your head on his chest.

"I think I'm in love with you." For someone usually so eloquent with his words, these were raw. Thankfully, they seemed to strike a chord with you. You perked up. He studied your face closely for any sort of negative reaction, but none came.

"Can I kiss you?" He was almost stunned by your reciprocation. He wasn't quite sure exactly how you felt yet, but that could wait until after his kiss.

"You may." Spilling that drink on you may have been the second best choice he ever made, the first being deciding to write about you to begin with. He was one lucky demon.

(end was a little rushed cause i'm sleepy haha)

[nectardaddy]

dirty dancing - higuruma hiromi

cw: MDNI, highly (and I mean highly) suggestive, talk of sex, teasing/suggestive banter, dirty dancing, mild degradation [use of the word "whore" at reader], pet names [honey, baby], drinking, drunkenness, language, she/her (ma'am is used once), reader calls him an old man but there's not an age gap

notes: minors if you interact with this AT ALL you're getting blocked on sight, established relationship, written in the lens of him so it's a bit bitter, maybe a bit ooc? but he's drunk so I'll use that as an excuse, lmk if I missed any warnings

Higuruma much prefered bars over clubs, no longer a fan of the drunk antics that came along with the sleazy aesthetic. Being a bit older, and a bit wiser, he had sense enough to tell you no when you asked if he'd rather frequent a club.

But all it took for him to cave was a sickly sweet "please" and to gaze at him lovingly, batting your pretty eyes as you looked up at him. Finding himself eating his words once you dressed yourself in practically nothing, all for the sake of going out. Good god why did he say yes?

It took all but his very will to let you out of the house like that, better yet a venue where the whole point was to garner a few looks amongst the sea of people who danced. Thinking to himself, you'd get more than just a few, he'd have to all but cover you the entire night - he'd be damned if anyone dared to look you over.

He stayed at the bar majority of the night, allowing you to do god knows with friends you had met up with throughout. Nursing a whiskey and sighing like this was his last stand, he was a little too old to be occupying places like this. Sure, there were people well over his age patronizing the club; but this, truly, was not his forte anymore.

Cheeks already dusted pink, and his mind swimming gently, he rolled his eyes as he set his empty glass back on the bar. 'All for the sake of you having fun,' he thought. The music was too loud and shitty, at best, and those who sat next to him were sloshed and obnoxious. Why did he say yes?

Dark eyes met with your own as he watched you make your way towards him, laughing and stumbling as you were too drunk for your own good. Lights dancing off your skin, a ghost of a smile etched on his features. 'As long as you're having fun.'

But his eyes went wide as he felt your fingers grab at his tie and pull, seeing the playful glint in your eyes made him swallow hard. In that moment he realized you had every capability of completely breaking him. "Come on, old man," your speech slurred from the amount of alcohol you had. "You look pitiful just sitting there, I honestly feel bad for you."

"I'm a charity case now?" He questioned, all the while allowing you to pull him along. He was a wholeheartedly, down right, whipped bastard for you. Letting you pull him along, by his tie of all things, like a love struck puppy, through a sea of people.

"No," you reassured with a laugh. "You're my project." Voice loud from the music and people around, he felt his jaw tighten at your words. Hand still wrapped around the black fabric of the tie, you pulled down, forcing him to your level with a smirk. Dear god you were going to be the death of him. "I'm going to make you have fun," you mused. "You're going to dance with me - and you're going to love it."

He'd be lying if he said your words didn't scratch an itch in his brain, "yes ma'am." Letting just a touch of sarcasm grace his statement as it fell from his lips. He certainly knew dancing in a place like this was far from modest, borderline erotic as his eyes scanned his surroundings before returning to you. You were going to drive him mad, out right corrupt him where he stood.

While he knew it would be scandalous, this was point blank debauchery.

Slender fingers digging into the fabric covered skin of your hips as you, shamelessly, grinded against his crotch. His brain short circuited and his mouth went dry, he couldn't think a single coherent thought as your ass against his hips was all consuming. He could have sworn the last of his whiskey hit him right then and then, that was the only compelling reason, for him at least, to his actions.

"You're doing this on purpose," a sinful whisper in your ear, being so close he could feel every inch of you. The satisfying shudder your body felt from his words alone was enough to have him continue. "Honey, if you wanted to fuck, you could've just said that," he mused. "You didn't have to come out here to dance like a whore."

"Where's the fun in that, baby?" You asked rhetorically. Unfortunately for him, you turned, the delicious feeling completely ceased as you faced him. Looking into your eyes, the playful glint had turned - a warped desire taking its place as you gazed up at him. Hard pressed against him, the swarm of people around making the distance between practically non existent. He all but completely lost it.

"Tell your friends we're leaving," a quick statement, with a passionate force behind it that made you weak at the knees. Tired eyes now filled with lust and determination, you swore you felt your heart skip a beat. "If you want to dance like a whore, I'll treat you like one."

I haven't written anything this suggestive in a hot minute so I hope I tagged everything oof. Eat it up!

[fluidstatick]

Laughing again at balloon smp -- specifically the contrast between SophieBaybey's perspective and Robby's -- after The Pop.

Sophie: We fucked up. I never wanted this. Claire's undead, Serpy's gone, Rusty is a broken shell of grief, Holly is in the white hot abyss of righteous anger and has decided to love me anyway. The whole server wants Gibson dead, and I don't blame them, and I've gotta work as hard as I can to show everyone that hope is not lost. 🪷☢️🪽 Oh, we should sue Bear Springs probably. 😒 Milk Ape's got it handled? 👍 Cool. Time to collect 3,692,471 stacks of ancient debris :)

Robby: What the fuck. No, I mean, what. the. entire. fuck. Sophie's sorry? Cry Me a River, Oppenheimer, if you set foot in my town I'll make you pay. Hey, everybody else - all my suspicion is water under the bridge, and Bear Springs is for everyone. Oh, not you. Not you, either. Also not you. FREE PIZZA FOR EVERYBODY ELSE (but later). What's wrong with Kuu? Fuck if I know. Bee's alive? I'll believe it when I see it. SISTER NORA'S A BADDIE? I'm making s'mores!! Char WHAT are you DOING what the FUCK get out of my TOWN wait come back we're a team how dare you - I mean I miss you - why is there a lawsuit on my nightstand? [Nuclear Auspex demands popsicles] I'm gonna cry. hang on BEE IS HATSUNE MIKU NOW AND SHE'S A HELLUVA LAWYER LET'S GO

Claire: Oh hey hi I haven't seen you two all smp, how goes it

Bee: Claire, perhaps you have been COERCED INTO LAW PEOCEEDINGS? FASCINATING 🤔

Claire: Oh yeah, the lawsuit. Uhhhh I don't have an opinion, really? Smiles. Sorry Bee, could you slow down? rp card down, I'm really high

Bee: [ooc] lmao rad. [ic] UNSAFE WORKING CONDITIONS ALL OVER THIS BASE LOOK AT THIS HOLE IN THE FLOOR MY BACK IS FUCKED FOREVER

Robby: 😎🤙🛹

Jerry fuckin' Mouse: 📬🍬🙏🧭🍨🪂💀🖕🤣

Milk Ape: 👔💼📄📃🗒️📷

Sophie: *looks up from putting a basement under team E's fan art bat cave* did anybody else hear a faint wail of rage just now, or -

[pokestudentjune]

In all honesty I'm pretty new to this whole rotomblr stuff, and I'm not all to osure how to work it that well.. But I'd still like someplace to document my life and experiences, as well as share my knowledge about pokemon and plants! Got plenty of cute pics of my pokemon and the ones I meet as well! Please feel free to reach out with asks about myself, my pokemon, or anything in general-- I'll do my best to answer to the best of my ability :)

Here is my current travel team!

Lotus the Ivsaur

Modest, highly persistent. A water lotus variant Ivysaur with a water/grass typing, and practically my soulmate. My first officially owned pokemon, gotten from my grandmothers venusaur as a child. Lotus has grown and matured with me through the years, and is always looking out for me! Shes trained in battle and performance, but we have since retired from coordinating and she'd rather sit back and experience life as it comes.

Scout the Lopunny

Sassy, likes to fight. One of my first wild-caught pokemon, and both me and Lotus's best friend. Shes quite a fan of my more feminine interests, often asking to share my clothes and music. Shes definitely one of my more battle + performance savvy pokemon, and we're working on learning mega evolution together! She wears a light blue letterman jacket I bought for her once, she wanted to dress similarly to an idol group we saw online once!

Grim the Joltik

Jolly, very finicky. He is literally the sweetest little baby ever. He was an unexpected capture, having hopped onto my phone one day and refusing to leave. He loves to suck out the battery life from practically my devices which drives me insane, but I wouldnt trade him for the world. Despite being small for the past few years, I think he doesnt want to evolve which is fine by me! I think he enjoys riding on my head or shoulder.

Jasper the Typhlosion

Rash, quick to fight. A large, bulky, fluffy, shiny typhlosion with a scar across his muzzle. Rescued from a "backyard zoo" situation, it took a long long time to fully gain his trust, but it was worth it. Hes very standoffish but protective of me and the team. Lotus was a big help in calming him during the beginning, and now he enjoys battling to blow off some steam.

Harlequin the Banette

Quirky, impetuous and silly. Perhaps my first ever pokemon friend. We met when I was a small child and he was still a shuppet. Its a bit of a long story, but he stuck through with me during some negative times within my early years even as a wild pokemon, and would frequently visit to keep me entertained through the years. I didn't catch him for many years, but one day after being a trainer for a while, I asked him if he'd like to join my team and has stuck around since. He wears a chunky bandana on his neck thats practically the size of him.

Jade the Noivern

Adamant, alert to sounds. One of the newer additions to the group, i had caught her within a cave and she showed fighting spirit right off the bat. I took the time to train her in between my studies and she evolved into a speed demon. She absolutely LOVES flying and I myself had always wanted to ride on a flying pokemons back, so its a win-win. She looks up to Jasper, and they often spar together.

I have plenty of other pokemon back at home that I'll introduce when the time comes, but these are the ones I think are best suited to help me during my studies! Perhaps I'll switch around the team, maybe I wont. It takes a while to transfer pokemon across regions but who knows where life will take me!

// OOC

Hello hello! Just like June, I am very unfamilliar with tumblr as its been years since I last used it, but I've been religiously stalking rotomblr for years now and i figured its my time to make a blog! Heres a few things about how I'll be running this blog :3

• This will be a mix of anime and game, keeping it semi realistic as I love biology and science but still want to keep some magic from the pokemon games included!

• June is basically a self insert so no weird stuff!

•For Junes universe, fakemon, sentient pokemon, or pokemon/human hybrids or anything similar to that doesnt exist-- again, I'm keeping it a bit semi realistic. Pokemon crossbreeds are fine though!

• This is very casual!! Just for fun slice of life blog :3

• In this world, legendaries are gods and greatly affect the environment, so June may not interact with those who "own" legendaries because she greatly frowns upon messing with the natural order of things.

• Feel free to dm me or send me asks ! I'd love to get to know the community more :)

• Also i might not do many fully pieces and more colored sketches because I am very busy irl unfortunately

• Im okay with interactions from other OCs and canon characters !

If you want to see my art look at #june pics ! working on tags for informational stuff but #june talks will have some fun pokemon info + junes story so far!

• Pelliper Mail is : OPEN

• Magic Anon is : CLOSED

[reidfucker]

boy wonder

mini drabble of reid coming out to the BAU as a trans man. happy belated trans visibility day !!! sorry, i only realized what day it was by 11pm lol. i can't think of much, just wanted to get this out of my system before exams.

also !! this might be very very ooc. it's more self indulgent than anything.

dr. spencer reid knows who he is. and he's sure that aside from his mother, the BAU is the closest to knowing the most about him. but there's something he hasn't ever mentioned — not because he didn't trust them, but at first, he was scared. and when he had the courage, he could never find an appropriate time to speak up.

well, up until today...

see, while on his walk to the office, he passed by a little trinket store selling button pins of a flag he's all too familiar with. in those 5 seconds he had in between approaching and passing by the shop, he had a bit of an internal debate.

for one, he could just buy one, wear it on his leather messenger bag, and not have to explain himself until one of his friends points it out. however, on the down side,

wait.

he can't really think of a con.

it's not like they're unaccepting,

it's not like something like this, at this point of their dynamic, would ruin it all...

that day, reid walked in a little cheerier, with a little button pin on the strap of his bag. upon walking in, he felt a sudden surge of confidence, like he had to tell someone. he couldn't keep all this euphoria to himself. so, he stormed into garcia's bat cave.

reid opens the door swiftly, but no sounds emit, so garcia doesn't notice. he taps her on the shoulder, while shaking just a bit, and before she could react, it all kind of just.. spilled out.

"i got a new pin. it's a trans button pin. because i'm transgender. i'm a trans man, i transitioned at a very early age. i don't know if it's obvious but i really, really wanted to tell somebody! and i just really don't want to hide this from you, or the team, and i know not bringing it up technically isn't hiding it, but—"

"reid." garcia cut him off. reid looks at her, a little upset, a little confused.

garcia pulls him in for a hug, rubbing circles on his back. reid stands stunned for a few seconds, but he melts into it. he doesn't quite understand what this means.

"oh, my sweet, sweet boy wonder, you don't have to explain yourself to me." penelope says, not letting go of him. "you're still the dorky, adorable genius i've known since day one." spencer feels tears welling.

penelope finally lets go of the hug, keeping two hands on his shoulders — which is... an odd position for their height difference, but it's still heartwarming, all the same.

spencer can't help but cry. and penelope understands, comforting him with her sweet words and soft touches. she always understands.

[nox140497]

The Waynes

Authors Note: So this is my first male reader insert..... and it's pretty bad....... so if you don't like it, don't read this one.

Summery: Dick and the others are slightly ooc (maybe not though) in this one. Ok, Dick's vvveeeerrryyyy ooc..... sorry... not sorry.

Warning : uhhh, language cause Jason's in this one.

Also, really long, sorry

Info: I mean you could be female but I'm gonna be using he/his/him if you guys want I'll do the female one of this too, let me know if you guys want that.

Background: You are m/n Queen son of Oliver Queen and Nyssa (spelling of that please?)Al Ghul. You, like your dad, 'brother' and 'cousin', are an archer however you have other powers too.

Control of all ellements including shadow and light.

Shapeshifting like Beastboy, you're not green though, all your animals are black.

Your favourite form is a large wolf that people believe is a dog when in civvies.

You are also half demon... thanks alot Ras...

You also have super speed like Barry who is your Godfather.

Your Suit is similar to Dick's though it is just black.

Nobody knows the batboys' secret IDs yet except for m/n in this one. Also Dick and m/n have been dating for 4 years and m/n is very protective of not just Dick but of all the batkids. The team doesn't know this though 'cause they don't show it as Nightwung and Ghost (if you have a better hero name for him please let me know cause i'm thinking he's going to pop up in alot of my other oneshots, pehaps another book, and I can't come up with anything better than that so please help), though they are close.

Dick Grayson is a clingy, cuddly teddy bear. .

They will sometimes flirt with one another.

Bruce trusts him with the birds 'cause he's technically Damians causin and part demon.

He is the only 'meta' allowed in Gotham.

Also the boys all listen to him and like to cuddle when they seek comfort or warmth. (He runs hotter than a normal human and can adjust his body temperature)

Also Dick has an accent that he hides as Nightwing and m/n absolutely adores it, Dick has no idea why.

Ages:

Batgirl:19

Nightwing:18

Red Hood: 16

Red Robin/Robin: 14

Robin: 10

Ghost: 19

Kidflash: 20

Artimis: 20

Miss Martian: 20

Supperboy: 21

Aqualad: 22

Beast boy: 15

Lagoonboy: 16

Wondergril: 14

Bumblebee: 21

Zatana: 21

Masterlist

Prompt List

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Nightwin's P.O.V.

It's a normal day at the cave. We were all doing our own thing when the Zeta beam lit up.

'Recognized Batman 01'

Everybody groaned as the big bad bat entered and ordered us to the mission room.

I groaned softly as I looked at the screen and saw a family photo of us on it. I could hear 'Red' Robin do the same slightly behind me and m/n snickering softly beside me. I nudge m/n in the ribs rather harshly and hear him grunt softly in response and I smirk.

"Team, as you probably know, this is the Wayne family. Recently, the oldest, Richard Grayson-Wayne, has been receiving death threats..."

Out of the corner of my eye I see m/n get a dark look on his face as he glares darkly at the wall behind Bats. I also see a slight green glow behind the lenses of his mask. How others don't notice it is beyond me but whatever.

"and Bruce Wayne has asked for our help in protecting his kids." Bats finishes.

"So what? We have to babysit a bunch of rich brats?" Lagoonboy growls in question. Batman and m/n twitch slightly.

"Yes." Batman says blandly. "And Nightwing, Robin, and Ghost will not be joining you." He finishes, and all three of us do a doubble take mostly 'cause Ghost wasn't going on the mission.

"Excuse me?" M/N growled, stiffening beside me the glow behind his lenses intensifying slightly. I descreatly take his hand and squeeze before letting go.

"You have a more important mission." Bats said. M/n raised a questioning eyebrow. Bats just gives him a look, and he relaxes beside me and nods once. The glow of his eyes lessened but not disappearing.

"What, why do they get to sit this one out?" Wally whines childishly

"Because Nightwing and Robin are comming with me to try and find the source of the threats and as I said Ghost has a more important mission to attend to" Batman growled making the others take a step back. Wally just pouted. I heard m/n snort in amusement at his godbrother (godcousin?).

With that, batman walked back to the zeta tubes, and the three of us followed him out and to the batcave.

Recognized Batman 01

Recognized Nightwing B01

Recognized Ghost B02

Recognized Robin B12

"So what is this ever so important mission that I am supposed to have B?" M/n asked curriously, tilting his head slightly to the left as we all removed our masks.

"You're going to make sure that my boys don't kill each other before whoever this is gets the chance, as well as making sure that they don't kill the team." Bruce said as he sat down at the Batcomputer. M/n nodded, and mock saluted before turning to me and Tim with a smile.

I smiled back as we headed to the changing rooms and then upstairs. Tim slipped upstairs and into his room as we headed into the kitchen for a small snack ( he is a speedster after all) and then headed to the living room and calapsed onto one of the coutches, to cuddle and whatch tv until dinner.

At some point, I must have dozed off because the next thing I know, I'm being lightly shaken by my boyfriend.

"Dinner time, Dickiebird." He said softly, gently brushing hair out of my face.

I hum softly as I start getting up and stretch slightly. I hear a soft chuckle from beside me, and I blush lightly, looking over at the dark-haired boy.

"What?" I ask with my accent shining through earning a soft smile and a kiss from my boyfriend. He loves my accent. I don't know why.

"Nothing, my love. You're just cute when you wake up, that's all." He says in a soft voice, causing me to blush more. I hear another soft chuckle before I am pulled up along with him. That's one of the things that I love about him, despite almost being as tall (cough taller cough) and almost as muscular as Bruce he's always so soft and gentle with my brothers and I. Unless absolutely neccessery like when breaking up a fight and even then he never uses his full strength.

"Comon before Jay eats all the food." He says in an amused tone, and I chuckle slightly, following him into the dining room and the chaos that is a normal dinner at Wayne mannor.

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M/N P.O.V.

I woke up the next morning with my beautiful Bluebird cuddled up to me still blissfully asleep. I noticed a while ago that he sleeps better when he's with me, so I come over as much as I can. I mean, I do have my own place in Gothem and have been thinking about asking him to move in with me.

Buuuttt.......

He is only barely 18, and I really don't want DaddyBats breathing down my neck. Thank you very much.

Anyway I do need to go get some clothes and stuff at home but I'm so comfortable and I really do not want to get up and besides Dick's finally getting some sleep and I know if I move he will most likely wake up.

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Still M/N P.O.V.

It's about an hour later that Dick starts to stir in my arms.

I smile and lightly run my fingers through his hair. He moans softly and snuggles closer to me.

"Good morning, my love." I say softly into his hair.

"Morning." He mumbles back.

"We should probably get up and go to breakfast before Alfred sends one of your brothers to get us." I say gently, rubbing his back.

"Mmhhnmmm." He hums back. I chuckle slightly and nuzzle his hair again before starting to move to get up.

"Mmmmm." He whined in protest, clinging to me like a koala and trying to keep me in bed with him. I chuckle again and run my fingers through his hair again.

"Com'on Dickie you need to get up and eat, and I need to go to my apartment to get my stuff." I say in a soft voice.

"Nnnoooo." He whines.

"Yyyeeesss." I say in the same tone. He lets go of me and crosses his arms with a pout, and I smile before pecking his lips.

He sighs dramatically and grabs my hand before following me out of bed and then downstairs to breakfast, where all the others already are. Bruce smiles at us from over his newspaper as everybody else just looks up at us. I smile back and thank Alfred as he places coffee and breakfast in front of Dick and I.

"The team will be here in about an hour, and then I will be leaving and leaving you boys in m/n's hands. Please behave and don't kill anyone." Bruce says once he puts the newspaper down.

"They know better than to try B. Don't worry, we'll be fine." I chuckle softly while being glared at by 3 sets of eyes. I turn to the three younger boys and raise an eyebrow at their glares. They flinch and turn back to their food. I spot an amused smile on Dick, Bruce, and even Alfred's faces.

After breakfast I peck Dick's lips and leave the manor to go and collect my things from home.

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By the time I return to the manor and slip in the front door unnoticed, I notice that the team is already here seeing as I can hear the chatter comming from the lounge room. I slip over to the door of the room after placing my things at the foot of the stairs to take up later and lean against the doorframe whatching silently. I notice a set of teal eyes as well as a set of steel blue eyes (Jason and Tim who are facing the door) flick up to see who was in the doorway. I also saw the other two birds stiffen a bit before relaxing when their brothers did nothing but return to watching the team.

Most of the team looks somewhat annoyed at having to be here, or maybe it's just Jason or Damian annoying them who knows. I smirk, waiting for someone other than the birds to notice me.

They do not.

I stand there for 10 minutes before clearing my throat and taking satisfaction in whatching them jump. I know the boys noticed me the minute I walked into the doorframe, and probably when I walked in the front door, but the rest definitely did not. They really do need more training.

The team stares or glares at me as Dick jumps up and practically throws himself into my arms.

"Some protection you lot are. If I wanted to kill you all, I could have." I snarled as I held Dick to my chest, and he snuggled into my neck.

"Ghost, what the hell are you doing here? Batman is gonna kill you when he finds out you aren't on that important mission he sent you on." Artimis growled through the now established mind link. I meerly raise an eybrow and scoop Dick up, making him squeak, and carry him inside and sit on the couch with Dick in my lap and the other 3 boys get up to curl up either beside me leaning on my shoulder (Tim and Dami) or sitting on the floor leaning on my legs (Jason).

"You can talk to me outside the link they know my secret identity." I sighed as I ran my fingers through Jays hair.

"THEY WHAT!!' The team exclaims. I feel Jason and Tim flinch a bit, and I run my hands through their hair to calm them down slightly. I meerly glare at the team.

"I've known them since Dick was adopted, so what? 10 years? 11? And as you can see, we're really close, so yes, they know my identity." I say slightly annoyed.

"11." Dick murmers softly, still snuggling into my chest, eyes closed. I smile softly and kiss his hair.

The team just sits and stares at me.

"Does Nightwing know your new plaything is a rich brat?" Wally asks through the link again.

"Yes." I drawl cooly. Sneering and glaring at the fact that he just called my boyfriend a brat and implying that he is meerly a plaything, an object.

Only I get to call him a brat.

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Still M/N P.O.V.

It's been a week, and I want to stab something. Peferably someone on the team. They are infuriating. They won't leave the boys alone. It's getting on their nerves as well as mine, and worse, Zatana won't stop flirtting with Dick. Because of their frustration, I've had to break up more fights than I normally have to, and Dick's become even more clingy, not that I mind that, though. We have resorted to hiding in the cave, and I have considered taking them to my place instead, but that would result in DaddyBats breathing down my neck, and again, I don't want that. It doesn't help that they can't go out on patrol to let out their anger either.

I really hope Bruce finds this guy soon.

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M/N P.O.V

Ok so I swear to God if B doesn't hurry the hell up and get his ass back here soon I'm gonna cut a bitch or I'm gonna let Jason or Damian kill them. I can see that Dick is close to thinking the same thing. And THAT'S saying something because he's probably the most sensible of us. So if they continue this they're doomed.

We've taken to hiding in the Batcave more often because otherwise there's gonna be blood and alot of it, and it helps seeing as we can try and get a lead on the guy threatening my bird.

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The team being so invasive has messed with the boys' sleeping schedule, not that they had a very good one to begin with (Read, don't have one at all). They've all become more clingy because they're tired and while I don't mind the boys being clingy the snotty and down right rude comments from the team over the mind link are starting to get to me, to the point where if Dick isn't with me at all times I fear I might go Demon on them and nobody wants that. I know I won't hurt the boys if that happens, but still not something I want to happen.

Currently, the boys and I were cuddling on the couch while the team sat around the living room chatting over the mind link. I wasn't paying them much mind instead focusing on my own mind conversation with the birds, something the team didn't know I could do. Then again, the team doesn't know my full power . Not even my 'cousin' knows. Anyway, I wasn't really paying attention to the teams conversation until a comment caught my attention, and I tensed under Dick who was again in my lap.

"I don't see what n/n sees in that brat. I mean look at him I bet he can't do anything without n/n holding his hand. I mean he can do sooo much better than these rich fakers, the kid probably doesn't even love him and is using him, I mean look who raised the kid, Bruce Wayne is a playboy and his brats probably take after their father." My 'cousin' said through the link obviously forgetting that though I was not participating in the conversation I was still connected to the mind link and could infact hear them.

Dick looked at me when I tensed and noticed that my eyes were starting to glow green. He quickly shifted in his spot and wrapped both arms and legs around me to try and calm me down. Once I was calm enough I turned to the team and gave them a glare so powerful all of them shrank away from it.

"You have no idea what you're talking about. Maybe instead of judging them based on what the danm press says about them, do the intelligent thing and get to know them first." I snarled coldly through the link, and they all flinched. I got up with Dick still being a koala bear on my waist and walked out closely, followed by the other three birds.

[mamawasatesttube]

The "no metas in Gotham" thing is so weird for obvious reasons (pure fanon, ooc, ect) but on the fantasy racism thing it's just ???? Because the solution for that specific thing is SO easy like just make it a "no non-bat capes" in Gotham... like if ppl are SO INSISTANT on that particular dynamic, it would be so easy not to make weird metaphors for racism but ppl CHOSE to ????

yeah like "no non-gotham heroes operating in gotham [without coordinating with gotham heroes]" would make sense, similarly to how if batman tried to operate in keystone without coordinating with the flash you would probably expect him to get clowned on. however,,,,

"Robin, see to it that your 'friend' makes it to the city line. [...] Batgirl, we'll discuss your punishment in the cave. I hope you finally understand why I don't want you near his kind--" [via superboy (1994) #85]

to try and posit that this isn't just directly parroting racist rhetoric is... almost impressive, on the mental gymnastics front. and it's also kind of hilarious in the most exhausting way that the comic published in april 2001 acknowledges that bruce here is being a grade-A top tier asshole for treating kon like this (bc kon literally calls him out on it in the next few panels!), but fandom in 2023 is like ummm noooo this is actually really funny endearing quirky #girldad behavior teehee!!!

[cleromancy]

heres the thinglike. there are some things i would have to do if it ever came up in a batman story that. aren't headcanons i just need to do it or else it would feel like a chekovs gun in the back of my head. like it would be ooc for either preboot jason or roy to care overmuch about trigger discipline - like when you read devins arsenal mini the reason roy gives for stopping using guns altogether is to set a better example for his daughter. by not using that particular type of deadly projectile weapon unlike the. other types he continues to use. and thats like. okay roy thats great i guess but MORE IMPORTANTLY im glad youre not letting her play with the unloaded guns on your living room floor anymore! ya dingus! and then in outsiders he goes right back to using guns. including special modfied ones after he gets shot five times. still guns! and you can headcanon/reconcile that however you want - EYE sure do - but thats whats on the page. jason is jason and cheerfully tucks loaded guns into his waistband which is yk its fun its sexy and if another writer is in charge of it im not worried but if i was writing it id be like jason peter todd you are going to land wrong in the rubble and that firearm is gonna shoot your asscheek clean off and rhen where will you be. and you have to assume he knows what hes doing bc again its jason and thats the kind of thing hes good at. but it would be in the back of my head driving me crazy. just put them in a holster and quit waving them around like that.

the other thing is the batcave and rabies. absolutely no one goes down there unless they 1. are fully vaxxed and they DID have to figure out smt for the Kryptonians bc just bc bats cant bite thru their skin (under normal circumstances) doesnt mean they couldnt possibly contract it other ways unless they can rule them out (im not up to date on kryptonian biology lore but i have to assume its about as consistent as any of dcs other lore I.E not very). and 2. are capable of communicating it if a bat comes anywhere near them for "just in case" shots. absolutely no non-bat animals in the batcave. all the (human) bats have a rabies spiel and it is fucking terrifying. shivers down your spine cold sweats cujo whomst terrifying. Cass lived in this cave btw. the rabies cave full of rabies. like full on lived there for a while.

so yk. things that arent supported by canon - at least partially bc other writers clearly do not feel the same way as me - and i dont want or need them to. but for *me* i would have to do jt bc otherwise they feel like a loaded gun on the wall or in this case tucked into jays waistband. do you get it now

[ask-zerotrio]

👀how did the trio meet in your monster au ?

//ooc

Haven';t cemented how Sada + Turo got to the lighthouse yet. Rn I'm thinking Turo got there first, as a bat who wanted a new place that wasn't a cave / gaudy castle. Sada finds it later, as a place away from her pack but just the right distance from the human seaside town. Reasons for her leaving unknown still, but you can imagine sada barging into Turo's house and going like "Su casa es mi casa"lol what a menace.

Anyway, Clavell stumbles upon the lighthouse, because it's by the sea where he once lived as a selkie, but far away from the human town that makes him uncomfortable. He was wandering aimlessly/exploring for a while after escaping the human selkie hunters. Probably got to room in the lighthouse because he helped out Turo when he was in a pinch (aka needing blood, not able to get it for some reason or the other. Sada away in the woods maybe idk)

Sada eventually meets clavell when he's foraging for berries or picking flowers in the area on her way back, but sada appreciates how nice he is to her (aka not treated as a beast, but an intelligent person) so when turo dashes in to rescue clavell, he finds himself not needing to lol.

Idk HAHA my brain is honestly just rotten with thoughts of clavell cuddling up to the two in a big warm bed

[inanisomnia]

your eyes are the art gallery itself.

anderperry ff

warning/s: profanities, ooc! neil & todd (believe me, i tried to align their personalities here) i miss them sm genre: fluff

ins. note: mostly self-indulgent bc i miss them and this was inspired from my exp when we went to a museum and we saw a cute couple !! def gives off anderperry vibes bc of their chosen clothing aesthetic

+++ OH AND IRDK HOW TO DESCRIBE INTIMATE SHITS IM STILL LEARNING HASJDGJASD

p.s - lemme know if you like this by either liking it or reblogging it, i appreciate it sm and it means a lot !! ^^ only do it if its okay w/ u ^^

summary: mr. keating left his class a homework which involves going to art galleries or historical/natural museums with a partner and writing a poem about their experience.

*ೃ༄double take, dhruv

ah yes. literature. art. poetry, romance – mr. keating told them that this is what human race stays alive for, but he didn’t mention that it would include going up to numerous flights of stairs, and neil perry wouldn’t have gone to this place if todd didn’t ask him to go in the first place. he would’ve gone straight to the art galleries and admire the fuck out of caravaggio, vermeer, and monet’s paintings.

but here they are.

they just arrived to what seems to be a room that displays the wildlife at night. the premise was dimly lit, it was spacious, hues of gentle gold and mellow blue illuminate the area, and there were mini tables that showcased taxidermied carcass animals like bat, and other wildlife animals. there weren’t much of people in the room, just shadows of those leaving and re-entering the area which neil hasn’t really paid any attention to.

there were calming babbling brook sounds and cricket noises at the background and the ceilings were embellished with projected led stars, and constellations – it was a breathtaking sight.

and todd anderson, who is in front of the taller figure, few steps away from him, have this sparkle in his eyes ever since they got here, and now that he’s curiously peeking through the looking glasses displayed in the museum, he looks so enthusiastic, so endearing, so eager to memorize the little details this place has to offer, neil thought he’d never seen todd like this before around their campus.

he's mesmerizing.

it really is a heart-skipping view for neil perry. and at the back of his mind, he kind of thanked their teacher that he made this homework by partners.

“i am not going inside that cave, todd. it smells horrid, what the fuck?” neil grimaced at the reeking scent of ammonia-smelling urine inside the cavernous entrance inside the historical museum todd chose to go first before neil’s chosen art galleries.

todd chuckled at neil’s reaction, “why? it’s just a prop to make it look like were actually inside a cave full of bats. it won’t hurt to try, right?” and walked inside the museum smiling ear to ear, hands in his pockets, leaving neil outside the hallowed entrance.

he sighed, ruffled his hair, and followed the shadow of his so-called partner who left him outside. it was dark, and moist, and the atmosphere was humid and sticky, where the hell is todd, what did i step on? what is that? filled the latter male’s head as he rack the area to search for todd, as his eyesight adjust to the dingy room.

*ೃ༄ love story (tv) – taylor swift

“boo!” todd jumped out of some random corner that caught neil off guard.

“godammit, todd!” neil exclaimed, as he clutched his chest; their voices were echoing inside this mini cave labyrinth, so hollow, so empty yet filled with brimming emotions because of their presence.

“sorry, i can’t help it. you look so lost and confused –“

“and you felt the need to do that? seriously?” neil retorted back.

todd shrugged and tittered. he watched him intently, unconsciously admiring the same features he see every night before he go to sleep, a small smile forming on his face. todd was wearing a white turtleneck covered by a black corduroy jacket that was slightly unbuttoned by 3 buttons, and a gray scarf wrapped loosely on his neck all paired by a loose coffee-colored pants with a plaid pattern.

while him, neil, wore an umber-colored mock neck topped with a black herringbone coat, paired with an ebony-colored corduroy pants with a belt. he realized that they may have coincidentally dressed with the same color palette – he smiled.

their eyes locked for a moment, still smiling, still shining under the flickering lights few blocks away from them, random noises that imitates the sounds you might hear in a cave – those ocean blue eyes that bore onto his hazel orbs. who would’ve thought that the oceans and the forest would’ve gone well together? neil for sure didn’t until he met todd.

“come here.” he whispered as he grabbed todd by his loose scarf that is hanging on his neck and crashed his lips against his. it was soft, passionate and tender – the scent of todd’s sandalwood perfume genuinely mixed together with neil’s earthy, rosewood cologne filled their senses, the tickling sensation of neil’s hair caressing todd’s face, their hands unconsciously intertwining – everything seemed to slow down, and revolve around them – just them.

their lips parted, eyes still closed, and foreheads touching – still bathing in the warmth and fondness they both felt in the kiss they shared, instilling the sensation in their minds, their bodies, their souls –

“Who knew that a place like this could get romantic?” todd snickered that made neil laugh too.

damn. what he’d trade just to stay in the comfort of his lover’s presence forever.

todd tugged their intertwined hands and teased, “let’s go to the art galleries now. i’ve had enough of this bat cave date.”

yeah, as if neil could even focus on monet’s paintings or da vinci’s – god, he would just be staring at todd at every corner, ingrain the details of his very own presence in his mind, memorize the creases in his eyes whenever he smiles, how soft his hands feel like whenever they hold hands, how todd would stutter whenever he can’t express the things he would want to say, trace patterns in his body – yeah screw the poems, the museums, art galleries, because,

“todd anderson, your eyes are the art gallery itself.”

[xaracosmia]

ꕥ — WELCOME TO EXO COSMIA, TYRIL I LISTER. 🌑

ꕥ  — OOC INFORMATION;

name / alias: kyuu age: 29 pronouns: any ooc contact: twitter/tumblr @ kyuu333 other characters in xc: ryuunosuke naruhodou (ace attorney), an shiraishi (project sekai), missile (ghost trick)

ꕥ  — IC INFORMATION;

name: Tyril I Lister age: 26 pronouns: he/him series: even if TEMPEST canon point: post-Parting Memoirs IV (Lucien route clear) app triggers: alcoholism, torture, genocide, witch hunts, child endangerment, abuse, dehumanization, suicide/suicidal ideation, religion in a fantasy setting, age gap relationship mention

personality:

Tyril comes off as nothing but abrasive and mean at first glance. He's not afraid to insult virtually anyone he meets, friend or foe or complete stranger. He’s quick to threaten violence when someone irritates him. He seems like a huge narcissist too, flaunting his accomplishments and often proclaiming how amazing he is while looking down on everyone else. Flattery seems to work on him, but it's actually only when he’s willing to play along with it. Most people back home are intimidated by him. His crass attitude along with his shunned occupation of inquisitor make him nearly impossible to approach.

The people who aren't pushed away by that initial impression could get lucky enough to glimpse his true depths. He's incredibly clever and perceptive, scarily good at reading people and is always thinking several steps ahead. It's extremely difficult to lie to him and get away with it. His deductions are top notch, and those who get on his bad side quickly learn why he's such a renowned inquisitor.

He's not above using underhanded methods to achieve results. He'd torture someone without batting an eye, he welcomes bribes (of his favorite mead), and sells information to the press. However, it's all a means to an end to achieve justice and find the truth. He takes this job very seriously and his end goal will never be corrupted. Behind his rotten image, there is kindness and good intentions. He's always willing to help someone in need, even if he absolutely does not seem like it, preferring to wear a mask and act discreetly. His aloof, roundabout way of communicating often causes misunderstandings.

something your muse struggles with: self-worth and the inability to view himself as anything more than a tool for other people to use due to a whole life of being conditioned to think that way.

your muse’s greatest strength: being an extremely reliable jack-of-all-trades; he excels in a great number of skills and holds a vast sea of knowledge in his mind.

history / background:

Tyril Ishik Lister was born into the Ishik clan – they were a people subservient to the Goddess Norna and Her descendants, and they dedicated their lives to serving the royal family of the holy kingdom of Hystorica. The clan lived hidden away in the forest next to the kingdom. He was a slacker as a kid and hated sitting through history lessons. One day, he borrowed his friend's clothes as a disguise and snuck out of the village, into the forest. There, he came across three Hystorica knights of the royal guard. One of them was injured and he felt compelled to help him. He gave them medicine and supplies before dashing back to his village, though he'd learn later that the knights used the towel he gave them to track him.

Tyril told his father about the encounter, but his father just got mad at him for sneaking out and banished him to chores at the edge of the village. He worked into the night, sad that he was missing the village’s big festival, but because he was isolated he didn't realize that the genocide of his clan had begun. He forced himself out of the building to see his friends and family already slaughtered by knights. Helpless, he fled the village and hid in a cave which was unfortunately filled with snakes. He was bitten over and over as he hid there for three days waiting for the knights to disperse and developed a crippling phobia. Finally Karlsen, the same injured knight that he'd helped back then, found him and spared his life, granting him sanctuary at the church. Tyril learned that the king ordered for his clan to be destroyed for being suspected of witchcraft, and he became the sole survivor. He blamed himself for causing this, and the guilt would hang over him for the rest of his life.

A few years later, he was approached by the first-born son of the king, Prince Conrad Neuschburn. Conrad promised to restore the Ishik clan to its former glory if Tyril became his tool and worked hard enough to earn it. It’s implied that there was a bit of coercion, but since he already had a sense of obligation to serve the royal family, Tyril accepted and allowed himself to be used in heinous ways. He was trained in various skills and became a spy, committed theft, and took countless lives for Conrad, becoming his most useful tool. Though no one else knew his identity, they started calling him Conrad's “hound”. Some lives – probably the majority – that he took were innocent, but he didn't hold back for the sake of his duty. He didn’t allow himself to think twice about it lest he fall into despair.

At some point he was assigned to assassinate Crius Castlerock, vice commander of the Wings of Garuda. Tyril tried to get close to him with the intent of killing him, but Crius proved to be too challenging a target. Especially when Zenn Sorfield, a human made immortal due to being brought here from another world, came into the picture. Tyril gave up on the assassination effort and decided to genuinely befriend them both instead, desiring a connection with someone who wouldn't die on him so easily. The three ended up working together to expose some of Conrad’s hidden crimes, shutting down his illegal operations. Conrad evidently never found out who'd done this to him – Tyril continued to serve him, but he also grew close to his steadfast new friends that he felt he could trust. Zenn taught him about ninjas from his home world, which inspired Tyril to moonlight as a folk hero named Ninja who helped the common people from the shadows, much like Hystorica’s version of Robin Hood.

Tyril's day job was to be an inquisitor, whose duty was to persecute witches. He became famous thanks to his skill, though this garnered him more fear than respect from the public thanks to the job's reputation. He couldn’t care less what they thought of him. He believed that inquisitors did well to inspire fear as it's a method to combat the influence of witches. There was no ranking system in the Inquisitorial Order, but he'd unofficially become the boss. Besides him, there were only 7 other inquisitors, and they all respected and admired him, happily serving as his subordinates. He carried on with all the dirty work without complaint (besides badmouthing the cardinals) and often got drunk at the tavern with his two friends after work.

One night, he was recruited by Crius to help third-born prince Lucien Neuschburn locate his childhood friend, a woman named Anastasia Lynzel, who was also Crius’s cadet who mysteriously resigned from the Wings and disappeared a month ago. The three of them cornered Zenn, who apparently knew where Anastasia was hiding, and convinced him to bring them to her.

Anastasia told them a heavy truth – she had the power to turn back time every time she died thanks to a witch’s magic and had been using this to battle the Witch of Ruin, but every attempt ended in tragedy. She isolated herself in her estate, living horribly and suffering abuse from her family all to prevent the Witch of Ruin from finding her and causing more despair. She told Tyril of an alternate future where she became an inquisitor – his subordinate – and they uncovered a terrible revelation together. The current royal family didn't have a drop of the Goddess's blood in them, meaning that the Ishik clan wasn't meant to serve them. That explained why the king ordered the slaughter of his people, because they were a threat that could disprove the authenticity of the bloodline. This news was devastating to Tyril. He'd suspected this cruel truth before but didn't want to believe it. The atrocities that he committed for Conrad were for nothing – his clan and his entire existence was for nothing. His despair over this ran deeper and darker than Anastasia had anticipated. When all was said and done, the Tyril in this alternate future killed himself. Anastasia begged him not to repeat that in the current timeline.

Tyril eventually pulled himself together. He, Crius, Zenn, and Lucien teamed up to plot a way to take down the Witch of Ruin and free Anastasia and themselves from this insane plight. Tyril made full use of his Ishik knowledge and authority and refined Lucien's plan to convince the masses to resist the Witch of Ruin’s influence. One thing led to another and it was revealed that the true descendant of the Goddess Norna was none other than Anastasia herself. With that revelation, she and Lucien confronted and finally defeated the Witch of Ruin. Tyril was beyond relieved that he finally found his true master, and therefore started to find purpose in his life again.

But that's an early work in progress.

powers / abilities:

None

inherent abilities:

-Surprisingly outstanding combat prowess for an inquisitor, enough to rival even the most skilled of knights. Specialty in daggers and kunai

-Proficiency in sneaking, so much that it could be mistaken as magic with how well he can disappear into the shadows

-Resistance/immunity to most poisons

items / weapons:

Ishik Luxflavus - a pot of yellow flowers that are closely associated with his clan and thought to be extinct. They're a hardy species and the flowers shine in the dark. Used as an ingredient in medicine but he also just thinks they’re neat.

Ninja gear - a sneaking suit with daggers and kunai. He made the kunai himself.

Inquisitor’s whip - a normal whip.

starting ability: n/a starting item: Ishik Luxflavus

extra: 

-Unfortunately in canon, Tyril and the other guys are love interests for Anastasia, who is (physically) 18 years old while Tyr and Cas are 26 and Zenn appears close to his friends’ age plus ~100 years of being immortal & isekai’d. I'm personally uncomfortable with that age gap and I'm sure other members are as well, so I'll be omitting ANY AND ALL mention of romance between Anastasia and these three ic. They still all share platonic bonds of varying strengths with her, though.

-I’m playing Tyril as a trans man, I know they explain in Dawning Connections why his gender got mistaken when he was little but let me have this ok

-He has tattoos around his neck and right arm as proof that he's part of the Ishik clan, usually he keeps these hidden under his clothes since revealing his status as an Ishik survivor back home would put him in needless danger.

-He’s so deathly afraid of snakes that seeing one sends him into an immediate panic attack regardless of if it's venomous or not. I hc that this trauma response only triggers with snakes he encounters in person, but he's uncomfortable seeing snake pictures too.

discord id: envoyofmisery

[abominationvault]

Session 17 Sat 11 Nov 2023

Last week, we agreed to sort out a ‘river monster’ and bring its head to the morlocks, if they will go back down below where they came from. We had a jolly good go but the drake ran away before we could finish it. We did find a dungeon compass though, and some gold (6 each). Nadia gets a Hero Point for the recap.

We do a lot of healing before deciding what to do next. We have a little rest, and decide on a marching order. Sprocket re-summons Augustus, and Nadia makes some bombs. Joto opens a door - he’s learned how! It looks all sparkly and magical, and he loves it. Sprocket approaches for a look; Joto has to restrain himself from batting him into the room. Sprocket wants to do an arcana check on all the magical stuff on the floor; it was a teleportation circle. It is mostly dormant, and there are only low levels of residual magic remaining. “It’s asleep, fool!” He thinks it could be woken back up, with the right spell. It is an arcane or occult spell, so somebody trained in one of those might be able to perform the ritual, if we were to procure it.

Grabby Cat goes in first as she can fly, to make sure it’s safe; when she says it is, Joto bats Sprocket inside.

What to do? Hartvig and Luna recall knowledge about morlocks. Skabb does the same for mitflits, and Sprocket for drakes.

Luna knows morlocks were once human. They were driven underground and have devolved, lost all their culture, and are very sensitive to light. They worship things (artefacts and statues and the like) that they steal from other cultures. Hartvig knows they were from the Azient (sp?) empire, and group together in tunnels hiding from everything basically. (If all else fails, Hartvig can cast Light at them.)

Skabb knows mitflits are similar, but they are also famously cowardly. Make them more frightened of us than they are of their king, and we shouldn't have any problems with them.

Sprocket knows the drake could be miles or more away. There is easy, ready food here, which is why she’s nested here, but she’s gone to ground after the fight and might not come back for days.

Skabb wants to mock up a ‘drake head’ and cast Prestidigitation on it to make it more convincing to the morlocks. Hartvig is quite charismatic, so he can do the talking. He also has fire magic, so we can destroy it in front of them, saying we can’t bear to look at it. Or something. We dress ourselves up to look good and injured, so it looks like we’ve had a real good fight.

We return to the morlocks with Hartvig holding the ‘head’ above his head. Joto makes a Deception check to assist Hartvig, adding one to his Performance check. He rolls a 14, for a 15 total; they believe him!

Graulgust sees the object in the air, dripping with blood, and smiles.

“Did she suffer?”

“For longer than we were comfortable with. It was a little bit much, to be honest.”

We warn him about the drake’s sister, who might come for revenge. (Skabb is sweating and farting with the effort of maintaining the spell.)

Graulgust smiles, and asks Hartvig to put the head in the corner, and dubs us “lackeys of the ghost queen”. This allows us to ask the ghost queen a favour, he says. He asks us to follow him - but if we leave, Skabb can’t maintain her spell on the fake head. Hartvig sneakily casts Produce Flame and burns it, pretending that it has spontaneously burst into flame - he makes another Deception check with Joto’s help and scrapes a 15, just enough to convince Graulgust. We follow him to the south… preparing attacks as we go.

We go through a cave, past some slug-creatures that are emitting a horrible moaning sound. Skabb licks her chops. They are a by-product of a process called fleshwarping… These are failed experiments, mindless creatures that were probably human once. (Sprocket mentions, OOC, that he can’t really tell the difference between these things and the rest of his own party.)

Through the door at the end is an old office and more morlocks. They are digging around in the rubble. There are beetles and all sorts; Skabb is hopping from foot to foot. She grabs a handful of yummies as she goes by.

We continue to follow Graulgust. The morlocks in the next room are tinkering; Nadia takes a look over their shoulders. They are not especially skilled, but what they're doing is ingenious. They seem to be working on a project that will shoot bits of junk as projectiles, like a junk jet from Fallout. She thinks she could reverse-engineer one if she could get hold of one…

“Are you all here?” Graulgust asks. “Good news! As you are now lackeys of the ghost queen, you have another choice to make. 1: Surrender all your gear and become true slaves of the ghost queen. 2: You can begin a mighty crusade for me, against the cult of ghouls down below.”

Well, we love crusades. This is the cult that Skabb and Joto heard when they went down in the elevator, and we decided to leave alone for now.

Kill them all and we’ll talk about us moving back down below, Graulgust promises. Hey, hang on, you said we would talk after we killed the dragon! "Well… we are talking about it."

Uh huh, like that, is it.

(Sprocket puts up a paddle hand and announces he has no possessions.)

We are starting to think this little bastard might string us along with ‘crusades’ forever.

This ghost queen… Is it Velcro? Joto asks him. “Goddess of the Tower.” Aha, so it is. Alright, we’ll do the crusade. Graulgust gives us a map:

As we leave, Hartvig overhears the other morlocks congratulating Graulgust on his clever plan to get rid of us… Hmm. It is now obvious to Hartvig that we will have to kill everyone, so we should start with the easiest first. He thinks we should send the sneakiest of us down to have a squizz at the cult and see how hard they might be, and decide what order to kill everyone in after that. They are a cult of ghouls, the DM reminds us. So, undead.

Skabb: “Ah, fuck, I just took my spell off.”

So maybe we should just kill the morlocks then. We take our leave of Graulgust and sneak back around (Sprocket uses Follow the Leader to imitate Luna), and find one of the groups of morlocks that Graulgust led us past. The cats go first, to do some sneak attacks on the ones we find in the room to the south. Luna hits with her bow, and gets her sneak attack damage as well. Joto hits as well, but no sneak attack damage for him.

Initiative!

The morlocks go first. One throws his club at Luna. 19 hits, then he strides up and hits her with another club. 20 hits, and then the second morlock moves up into the same space as his friend…

Nadia has screwed her last silencer onto Bluebird in preparation. She barges past the morlocks into the room, and shoots the one that has sprouted an arrow, reasoning he’ll be closer to death if Luna hit him. She hits for three damage, and dodges behind the makeshift throne in the room.

Skabb gets up in Luna’s space and follows Nadia into the room. She hits the closest morlock with Electric Arc, forcing a Reflex save; which it makes.

Skabb, resigned: “Well, that’s me.”

They do take half damage though, so not all is lost.

Luna steps around the morlocks and stabs the one in front of her now that it is flat-footed. “Errrr… Stab!” 19 hits and she does max damage! She rolls her sneak attack damage as well - “Bazinga.” Another four. “Dead?” No. Wounded, but not dead. “Eurgh.”

She can stab once more - 19 again, and max damage again! How de do dis!

“I stick the rapier right through his gobbly little eyes and it comes right out the back of his head, so Skabb can eat it.” She gets a Hero Point for the best how de do dis the DM has ever heard.

Joto is up, and he will tumble through into the room, to the tune of Flash Gordon. Acrobatics 18, and the morlock is flat-footed and flanked. He hits it with his Retribution Axe of +1, that we gave him last week while he was ill. Pause while the DM looks up the stats. He won’t get the bonus damage this round, but he can swing it at the morlock’s head if he wishes. “Yes please.”

He misses, Hero Points it, and misses again. “Awh. Such a bad cat.”

Hartvig is up and he’s going to do a spell:

“Have some pain! In your body!”

It makes the save, but still takes half damage for 4 total.

Sprocket’s turn to shine. He was miles away, so he has to spend two of his actions toddling over to the fight. Has he a one-action spell that is any use? No. He wants to use his last action to recall knowledge about morlocks’ weaknesses instead. Other than the light thing. They have no particular weaknesses, but he knows that they are resistant to disease and poison, and their weakest save is Fortitude. So, the save they just made, where they rolled a 23. Okay. Cool. Awesome.

Nadia reloads and holds a shot, as she is out of silencers.

Skabb has noticed that there is another door. How big is the morlock? Medium. “Oh. Well that’s no good then.”

(Hartvig: “It’s a medi-yum yum yum yum yum.”)

Skabb will use a weapon, as all her good spells are AoE and we are surrounding the thing. She will sickle it! “I jam that in its face. It do anything?” 12 misses, so she swings again for 16 which hits. “Ouchie.” Her third attack misses, so she goes back to chewing on the eyeball.

Luna will rinse and repeat, and stab. “18?” That’s a hit, and she gets sneak attack for 12 total. How de do dis! She’s over it so it just falls over. We win, huzzah!

Luna took a bit of damage, so Skabb slaps some mud on her. It’ll take ten minutes, so we should probably leave the throne room just in case something else comes in.

Luna approaches the next door and does a Perception check - 24. It’s not trapped. She has a little sneaky peeky through. She can’t see anything, just the wall opposite. She enters the room and is asked to stop where she is by the DM…

Can she please… Does 18 hit her? Meets it beats it, so yeah. She takes 14 damage as a spike shoots out of the wall opposite and hits her. “Okay. I make a fuss.”

Well, she reasons, that means there’s obviously something cool in the next room. Skabb wants to send Grabby Cat to have a look, above tripwire height. She has a look for more wires, or pressure plates, or other traps.

There are more traps; the DM marks them for us. Luna steps carefully around the traps and gets her thieves’ tools in there; between her and Skabb, they disarm them. Skabb slaps some more mud on Luna while she works, restoring some of the hit points that she lost from the spike trap.

Another closed door. Luna opens it as we know what’s behind it - and find ourselves face to face with a morlock! She rolls a Stealth to see how quietly she was able to open the door - 18, phew.

We push Hartvig to the front so he can cast Light on the desk and blind them. He does that.

Initiative!

Luna goes first and doesn’t even need to try to sneak as the morlocks are blinded. 19 hits for 6 damage and 2 sneak attack. She moves back out of the way so the rest of us can get in there. Hartvig’s turn, and he barrels in - can he get them both with his cone? Yes, if he puts himself in the right place. “I cough up a cloud of grey soil!”

The first morlock fails the save and takes 5 negative damage; the other saves but takes half and some persistent damage.

The morlock moves, stumbling through into the room where we are, and then past Nadia, who takes issue with this. “Rude! Am I difficult terrain at least?” She is, but the morlock knows she’s there now so it takes a whack at her. It hits her for 7 damage.

The second morlock senses a Hartvig so it takes a hit at him. It has to roll a d20 first - it rolls a nat 20. Of course. It bites him. “Eurgh! I hate that.” Hartvig is resistant to physical damage, so he only takes 7 damage. It hits him again. “No! Wait until I’ve done the counting for the last one.” And again. “... You know, the rest of us have the decency to miss with our second and third attacks.”

Skabb wants to push the morlock in the room with us, into the spike trap. That will involve moving, so she can’t be bothered. She does this instead:

She chooses water so that any future water spells will do more damage. Then she does Hydraulic Push:

Which is water damage. She’s fucked it up real good! It rolls a Strength check, contested with Nadia who is in the way - it rolls a nat 1 for 5 total. Nadia rolls a 6! The morlock falls in the spike trap, yay! Skabb gets the how de do dis! It’s soaked, and its blood soaks into its fur and makes it all horrible and it crumples up and dies.

Joto has fallen asleep, so Skabb takes his turn for him. He moves twice and attacks the last morlock with his new great axe - 18 hits, but only does 3 damage. His second attack misses.

Nadia darts in and pistol-whips the morlock for 6 damage! “How am I doing more damage by pistol-whipping it than if I fired the thing.”

Sprocket has also fallen asleep; Luna pokes him awake so he can take his turn. He toddles in, but uses all his movement and has no actions left to hit it with.

If Luna crouches behind the table can she hide from it? She can, but she doesn’t need to because it’s flanked so she’ll get her sneak attack either way. 17 hits, for 5 plus 4 sneak attack, 16 also hits for 8 piercing, and 6 sneak attack - how de do dis!

Hartvig: "... We’re just a bunch of chuckleheads who trail behind Luna, aren’t we?"

Skabb sneaks up to the door where the slug things are, and quietly shuts it, and we call it there.

The DM tells us that we level up when we kill the morlocks, so we are inspired for next week!

[cackling-knight]

Main Blog is @regen-degen

Primary rules are the same here as there, additional rules will precede the about under the read more.

Additional Rules:

1. I will not be dumbing down or holding back this character. He is a villain. He will not be restrained for the comfort of another character. He doesn't care. If that bothers you, please see the rule about detaching IC from OOC on my main blog. If it still bothers you, This may not be a blog you should associate with.

2. There will be violence posted. I will tag it but you have been WARNED. Tags will be "gore mention" and "violence mention".

ONTO THE ABOUT

The Batman Who Laughs was just Batman in the beginning.

But after a horrible event orchestrated by the Joker, Batman lost his temper and broke his one rule. However, upon breaking this rule and murdering the Joker, he cost the release of a toxin from the Joker's body that infected him.

Over The course of at least a week, the toxin rewired his brain, maintaining his cunning and intellect but warping his moral center.

He went from a stalwart defender of Justice and truth to a psychopathic force of nature that reveled only in chaos and death.

He took the lives of Batgirl, Robin, Nightwing, and Red Hood after luring them to the bat cave. He then used the confiscated weapons of his and other heroes' enemies to end the lives of the Justice League before he went to war with his world.

This Blog deviates from the comic events (mainly because the comics took him from an interesting character to a Gary Stu joke.)

(More will be added as I flesh out the bio)

[the-bctman]

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