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[jk2021enterprises]

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[gatorbites-imagines]

Merry Christmas!!!!

so since it’s Christmas for me rn I was wondering if we could get some cute scenario with Tim drake, like him and his bf ending up under a mistletoe, or a snowball fight

I’m a sucker for fluff and just want some cute Christmas time!!!

Tim Drake x Hero male reader

Headcanons

I had iceman from the x-men on my mind as I wrote this. How was everyones holidays? Did yall get what you wanted? I got a weighted blanket, some books and kitchen stuff. I also got blasphemous 2, I’m not that good at it.

Having to patrol Christmas night was always a bummer, but crime never sleeps. In reality, crime got worse around these times of the year since people got so easily distracted and so many things were put inside stores.

Luckily for Tim, you were invited to the manor for the holidays this year since you guys have been dating for a while. Last year Tim celebrated with your family, so now you were joining his.

This also meant you joined up for patrol, meaning the bats had a whole new surprise in their arsenal, seeing as you could control ice, cold, water, so on and so forth.

It made dealing with criminals easy, since none of the rogues were out and about. Two-face, killer croc and Firefry apparently weren’t in Arkham, but they all seemed to be more focused on the actual holidays than crime. This just left you guys with some everyday criminals.

For you and Tim, this patrol felt more like a date than anything else. Apparently, Red Robin dating one of the known heroes from another city was enough to make the people you passed feel giddy.

You had been staying with the Waynes for the whole week leading up to the holidays, so you had patrolled for just as long. This also gave the Gotham citizens enough time to set up mistletoes and little goody bags wherever you guys were patrolling.

How the hell did the locals even get a mistletoe all the way up on a specific gargoyle you two liked to sit under as you enjoyed your hot chocolate? Gotham locals scared you sometimes with how determined they were, but it did make Tim blush, if only a little.

Later on, hed blame it on how cold it was, and the fact that you were pretty much made of ice when using your powers. It didn’t stop you from giving him a small peck though, even though it leaves his lips completely pink, and his face flushed from the cold.

You end up getting scolded by some of the Gotham locals. Theres no real heat behind it. It’s more the fact that they didn’t know you were coming, so none of them prepared gifts for you.

The bats never asked for gifts, but you learn they always get some from the locals, even if they try to turn them away. You think its pretty damn neat, and you damn near cry when an older lady gifts you a scarf she stayed up all night to make. It’s even got your blues and Tims reds, since you guys are very obvious.

When crimes are as low as it can get in Gotham, you spend time making sculptures around town with your powers. Most of them are of the bats, and yeah, there’s about twice as many of Tim as everyone else. You never go into enough detail for their identities to be obvious, but it’s just your way of bonding with the city.

With Gotham having the weather it does, the snow also tends to be pretty damn sucky. Luckily for them, your powers are very useful in turning it into nice white snow, perfect for snowmen and snowballs.

Some people are weary of you because of Freeze, but seeing you hang around the bats gets people outdoors. You being as friendly as you are, supplying people with snowballs into their hands, also helps.

None of the bats are really the type to just come down and play in the snow like you, throwing snowballs after some of them does help. Soon Nightwing, Spoiler and Signal are mixed into the snow fight.

The others are too serious or weary to just let loose. You know the other bats are as vigilant as the ones watching from the roofs, so are you, but you do wish your boyfriend would join.

You get him back later by shoving snow down the back of his suit when he isn’t paying attention to you. Tim can’t get you back since you’re pretty much made of ice, but he gets you back one way of another.

The holidays with the Bats is a whole experience, since they come from so many cultures. Theres so many different traditions and food, and its all worked into the celebration somehow.

Even a couple of your own traditions are worked into the celebration, if there’s anything specific your family does during the holidays, that Tim picked up last year.

You guys all get together to watch a movie together as well, even if some of the bats argue and throw some punches. The normal animosity between some of them is put away for the day, if there is any. But with a family that size you wouldn’t be shocked if someone was arguing.

You and Tim cuddle during the movie, of course, and you’re also wearing matching Christmas sweaters. They’re Green Lantern themed, and you note that none of the family members are wearing Batman shirts. Later you learn that this is one of their traditions, since Bruce one year got broody about it. Now he joins the tradition by wearing a superman sweater.

Theres mistletoes all over the manor, mainly because of you and Tim, and whoever else is brought to the manor as a romantic partner if there are any.

Tim is not the most comfortable with kissing in front of his whole family, so instead it just becomes pecks on the cheek. You end up freezing Jason’s tea right in his mug after he makes enough jokes about it.

In the morning you and Tim share gifts in his room, just the ones meant for you two, before you guys go down to join the others, in matching pajamas, obviously.

Before you guys leave Tims room he gives you a kiss that’s almost enough to make you melt, as payback for the snow in his suit. You don’t mind too much, even if some of his family joke about your red face and how smug Tim looks.

[notyetjae]

Pregnancy headcanons <3

an | this is a bit old lol

Price

You were restless throughout your entire 3rd trimester. John thought it was nesting.. but it didn’t stop.

At first he let it excused it, even helped you endlessly rearrange furniture and clean the places you couldn’t.

It was when he caught you near midnight cleaning past exhaustion that he had to put a stop to it.

He cooked you favorite meals, brewed some tea and adjusted it exactly to your liking, then he caught you at dawn, before you could get even crawl out of bed.

And when you waddled back to the kitchen with dishes in hand? He let out an loving (annoyed) sigh and grabbed the soap and sponge from your reach, you were ready to snatch it from his when—

“Fuck.”

Liquid trickled down your leg and while a part of you wished it was pee, you knew it was go time.

He jumped right into action, faster than you could process, suddenly you were sitting on your kitchen island as he put your crocs on for you.

John contemplated carrying you to the car, but he wanted to save himself the ear full.

He tries to hide his nervousness, he’s uttering praises the whole time, his hands almost never leave you,

“You’re alright, love” “Deep breathes, just copy me, okay?” “I’m right here.”

So by the time you’re in the hospital, your not sure if you want to yell at him or melt into arms. He’s there the whole way, he’s the first to hold your sweet baby girl and he looks at her as if he holds the universe itself in his hands.

Soap

He is PUMPED.

I think he’s more excited than you.

You will have to drag him from the baby isle of stores.

Dad jokes increase ten fold.

You had a fairly normal pregnancy, but you know how some fathers mirror their partners symptoms when they’re pregnant? That’s him.

He cries with you- like a lot. Your back hurts? So does his, he’ll give you a massage and you return the favor.

Craving something? Ordered it 10 minutes ago.

When your heightened smell picks up on something you both turn and stare at each other with a disgusted expression.

The day you gave birth he was.. off. Like he wasn’t in sync with you.

You we’re doing some last minute changes in the nurse, atop a step ladder as you shifted a painting. Suddenly, your foot slips but your able to catch your balance.

You swear your heart stopped for moment, so you take it as a sign to your ass down. Just as you climb down you realize your standing in a puddle of water?

“Johnny!” You shout, he basically crashes into the room, his eyes widened as he scans you for anything out of the ordinary.

The definition of organized chaos.

He’s running around the house grabbing last minute shit he think you might need, and after fighting with your shoes for 5 minutes he just tosses them into the backpack and scoops you up.

He is so patient with you and the nurses, despite the adrenaline flooding his veins he’s calm and entirely focused on you.

The nurses try to hand your son to him first but he ushers them to pass him over to you instead, he bathes in the warmth your smile emits.

[courtingchaos]

Blackberry + Smash

Pairing: Thirty something line cook!Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

Summary: You and the line cook from next door have been flirting for too long.

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: This started as something else, and ended up being a thing I put together for @newlips milestone of love! It's only in two parts because I'm incapable of writing anything within reason! Also I didn’t mention more than once I think, but Eddie and reader are 32 because I’m tired of pretending to be 20 again 🙃 (18+ NSFW etc. etc.)

“Eddie’s here!” One of the girls titters over the headset and you roll your eyes when you hear the chorus line out front. 

“Hi Eddie!” All singsong and sweet at him; he answers like Charlie to his Angels. 

“Hi baristas!”

It’s become rote at this point, his near daily appearance at 2pm, big smile plastered on his face when the bell rings overhead. He’s dressed for work, black t-shirt with ‘Stacy’s Tap House’ in large white letters across his back, black jeans and…crocs?

“Crocs dude?” You’ve moseyed out to the front register to greet him and notice his lack of steel toes. 

“What? You don’t like ‘em?” He lifts one leg up behind himself like a princess and dips his head into his shoulder to bat his lashes at you. “You wear them.”

“I don’t work with hot oil.” 

“Eh, I broke my laces and I’m lazy. Haven’t gone to the store yet.” He waves a hand at you while you type in his drink. It’s a truly atrocious thing with 14 pumps of syrup and 6 long shots and heavy cream. You give him shit every single time. You sneer playfully at him when he taps his phone against the reader. He follows you all the way down the line, mirroring your wrinkled nose. 

“What are you up to today?” You’re queuing up shots and pumping syrups and you catch him eyeing you over the glass. He crosses his arms over the top of the partition to lean forward and if he wasn’t Eddie, you’d ‘accidentally’ splash him with the rinser. 

“Oh you know, making some sandwiches, taking out some trash, selling hardcore drugs in the walk-in. Typical Wednesday.” He shrugs, bobs his head and keeps his eyes on you. You can feel it even while you have your head down, wiping the counter in front of you. You let out a little laugh and that seems to satisfy him. Looks back over his shoulder to the parking lot out front for a few seconds. You take the opportunity to stare at the long column of his neck, bared to you where his hair is pulled back into a bun. The tendon straining from the angle of his head. You could make real quick work of that pale skin, litter it with red and purple. 

“Is Jeff working today?”

“He’s in later, why?”

“Wanna bring him his americano?”

“Eh, sure.” He starts to turn back towards the register and you flap your free hand at him. 

“I got it, don’t worry.”

“You keep giving me free shit, they’re not gonna keep you around much longer.” There’s that smile again, the dimples that keep you up at night. What a bastard. 

“You think after 8 years they’re just gonna fire me? I’ll burn this store down first.” Smirking you hand him both drinks and throw two straws at him. His big hand slaps at his chest and he gasps, looking behind you to grab the other baristas attention. 

“Caitlyn did you see that? Is Andrew here? I need to speak to a manager!” 

Caitlyn just giggles at him, like you all do, and throws another handful at him. He snatches them all up off the counter top and the few that hit the floor to clutch in his fist. 

“These are mine now!” He’s backing up toward the door and nodding at the line who are all pretending to wave hankies at him. 

“Hey, Eddie? You make me sick, don’t come back in here tonight.” The smile is clear in your voice even if you are squinting meanly at him. He pauses for a second to wiggle his eyebrows at you. “I love it when you talk dirty to me.” His laugh follows him outside and you watch him jog to his green pickup. 

“Every time he comes in here he stares at you.” Caitlyn is still there hovering at your shoulder, watching you watch Eddie, and you can hear her smirking behind you. 

“Oh you don’t say?”

Hey chickadee. 

What’s up buttercup?

You’re closing, right?

Of course, what the fuck else do I do around here?

G a w d d a m n

What?????

Don’t gotta jump up my ass about it I was just trying to be a ~gentleman~ and see if you wanna hang later. 

Oh! Sure, I’ll check with Cate. 

 Jeff will have a shit fit. 

The restaurant closes at 10, your cafe at 9, so it gives you and Cate roughly an hour to race back to your apartment and change. You refuse to go out smelling like coffee and milk, even if Eddie tells you he likes the smell that lingers on your pullover. Weirdo. 

You’ve been digging around for ten minutes looking for your good pair of jeans, only to find them in the hamper. Still dirty from the weekend before where you’d gotten a little too rowdy and dropped a drink down the front of you. 

Plan B it is. Dress, tights, jacket. All black of course, why would you buy anything else? 

“Nah nah nah, I’m not third wheeling am I?” Cate asks when you walk into the living room twisting on your rings. 

“What? No. My jeans are dirty and this is like, the only other non work thing I have clean.” You’re a little defensive, sure. She didn’t need to point out the obvious so clearly now did she? Cate’s eyebrow starts to raise and your hand comes up, a loud ‘acht!’ falling out of your mouth. 

“It’s not a date! It’s just drinks. Like normal.” This isn’t new, you two going out with the kitchen staff at Stacey’s. It’s always been a little quid pro quo between the businesses and everyone is familiar with each other. They get free drinks more often than not, and you guys get free food (and also everyone gets to ogle Eddie). 

“I don’t know why you haven’t just asked him out yet.” Cate’s not wrong. However, “I’m having fun with it. Also maybe I’m waiting on him to ask me.” You shrug at her. 

The bar you all frequent is just down the street from the restaurant, small and a little loud it’s the best spot mainly because all the cooks know all the bartenders. 

Shots go down easier when they’re free. 

You’re off tomorrow, and Cate drove, but you’re still trying to keep it easy tonight. Didn’t need a repeat of last weekends adventure. 

This isn’t a date, like it always isn’t a date, but everyone knows. You two have been flirting for a few months now and it isn’t like you don’t know if he’s into you or not. You just like the chase on 

this one. He’s witty, funny, a complete asshole on occasion, and incredibly disgustingly hot. You’d told him about as much one night, everyone drunk in the parking lot trying to order an Uber home and he’d just flashed that toothy grin at you like he knew. 

“Has anyone told you how stupidly handsome you are?”

“Stupidly? No.”

“Well you are. Stupidly, for sure, but also handsome.”

“Hey.” He taps your shoulder with your drink, his insistence that he buy. 

“Hey yourself.” You grab the glass and smile up at him. Even after a full shift of sweating over grills he’s pretty, hair pulled down from his bun, loose curls around his shoulders. 

“How was work?”

“Other than the customers, it was fine.” You flash a fake smile and take a sip out of the tiny straw. Jameson and ginger ale. He remembered. A drink order shouldn’t make your heart beat faster but it does. Is the bar so low that you’d give it up for the simple act of remembering your drink?

When Eddie drops down into the seat beside you, his hand falls to your knee and gives it squeeze before taking it away to check his phone. 

No, the bar isn’t low, not for Eddie. But the drink is one of many things that makes you want to take him out to his truck and end this dance you two have been waltzing. 

All the times he’s obviously thinking of you you. Dropping off food and boba and cookies from that really nice bakery on his block. All the memes he sends you on his smoke breaks. The nicknames. It’s just been building really, ready to burst like an especially ripe blackberry. 

Oh it’ll be sweet. 

“What are you up to next weekend?”

“Well, I don’t know about Cate, but-“

“I didn’t ask about Cate.” He looks up from his phone, lays it face down on the sticky table top. Out of the corner of your eye you can tell Cate heard her name. As soon as she looks over at you two she’s facing back to Jeff to share a look with him. 

“O-kay. I was going to say I’m off actually. I have a wedding to go to on Sunday. Why?” 

“Is it in town?”

“Yeah, but I’m gonna be busy like, getting ready for it. I have to get my nails done on Friday. Why?” You lean towards him and push his own drink with your index finger. Anything to push a button. He watches you tease him, eyes dark in the dim lighting, and he reaches over again to tap his middle finger on your crossed knee. He delights in the way your eyes immediately snap to his hand to watch it. 

“Wanna grab lunch on Friday?”

“Aren’t you working?”

“Nope. Rare day off.”

Still watching his finger tap tap tapping away you realize you’re finally getting your wish. 

“Are you asking me out?” A bomb could go off next to you two you’re sure neither would flinch. His eyes on your eyes on his hand. He stops moving, clears his throat to get you to look at him. 

“And what if I am? You aren’t tired of making eyes at me in your lobby every day?” He breaks the tension and makes you laugh. 

“Oh me making eyes? Munson you’re a hypocrite and a liar!” You bicker at him while he scoots his chair close, leaned fully into your space to make big cow eyes at you. Calls you out on your bullshit some more. Gets you a few more drinks and before you know it the bartender is last calling all of you pointedly. 

Outside is cold but you’re buttered up with enough whiskey and Eddie’s giggles to keep your cheeks flush and warm. Everyone is milling around their cars and you’re just trailing along behind Eddie. You follow him to his truck, not intending on getting in. You’re still going home to your own apartment, your own empty bed, as sad as that makes you. 

That blackberry isn’t ready for picking yet, it would seem. 

“So Friday?”

“My appointment is at 11. We can meet after?”

“I can pick you up.” Hopping up into his driver seat he says that over his shoulder while he leans into the cab to shuffle through his glove box. 

“You don’t have to.” You swat his knee, a little admonishment. It might be a first date, but this isn’t either of your first go arounds. He doesn’t need to be chivalrous here. He sits up with a cigarette in the corner of his mouth. 

“Will you just let me pick you up? Jesus.” Huffs around it while he tries to light it. You take the lighter from him and strike it only to hold it just out of reach. He leans forward and you pull your hand back a little, a smirk and a giggle on your lips. A pause and he grabs your fist and pulls it back towards himself, sucks in until the cherry lights and you can see it reflected in his shining eyes. 

Maybe you will climb into the truck, blackberries are your favorite no matter what season. 

Eddie sees you sway forward and as much as he wants to let you lean in between his knees you’re just south of tipsy. He doesn’t want either of you to regret anything. Instead he holds out his palm, gesturing for his lighter. You drop it, still leaning forward and a new glint in your eye. He takes a deep breath and swings his legs inside and grabs his door to close it. Doesn’t miss the look of hurt on your face. 

“Friday.” He says with a smile. 

“Friday.” You back up enough for him to close his door, spinning on your heel to make towards Cate’s car but you stop and spin back. He rolls his window down, eyebrows raised. 

“Can I ask you something?” You lean heavy on the doorframe. He takes a drag and nods at you. 

“Do you actually sell drugs in the walk in?” 

He actually full on laughs, wasn’t expecting that question. 

“Sometimes, yeah.” His wrist is loose on the top of his steering wheel, sodium lights glinting off his ring. Absentmindedly ashes his cigarette on the dash. 

“Oh.”

“Is that okay?”

“Eddie, this is Indiana. You aren’t the first drug dealer I’ve ever met.”

“Yeah, but am I the first one you’ve had a crush on?” Smugness oozes out the window and you reel back, slap your hand against your chest in mock shock. 

“I’m sorry, I have a crush?! Have you met you?” 

“Oh I’m well aware of how I feel. Are you?” God, he’s feeling confident tonight. It’s only been months in the making. 

That itty bitty taunt brings you back in, hands still gripping his door. He watches your tongue poke out and swipe against your bottom lip, the little gem in your medusa piercing catches the light. 

Oh fuck it. 

He meets you halfway, soft lips warm against his own. You taste like whiskey and sugar and that last lime slice you ate while he paid the bill. He feels your hands snake up around his collar to hold, pulling him closer and it takes every single ounce of his willpower to not pull you in through the window. 

Off in the distance he vaguely hears Cate and Jeff and the rest of the bastards you’ve all been out with whistling and slapping car roofs. 

Both of you smiling breaks the kiss but your still in his face and hanging on to his jacket. 

“They’re so loud.” You whisper and he wants to chase it back into you. 

“I’ll kill Jeff later.”

“Oh don’t do that, he has such an easy drink to make.” There’s that laugh, the one that almost twinkles. Eddie wants to kick himself, he’s so far gone. Your fingers loosen, letting him lean back into the cab. He’s thankful for his long hair where it hides his growing blush along his neck. Finally you walk backwards a few steps, definitely heading toward your ride home now. 

“Friday. 10 o’clock?” Cements his plans. Nothing short of a black hole could tear these out of his hands. 

You nod about 20 times and watch him back up and then out of the parking lot, the cheer of everyone following his tail lights.

You nod about 20 times and watch him back up and then out of the parking lot, the cheer of everyone following his tail lights.

(Sacrifice for the read more)

[the-bar-sinister]

"Doffy, why the hell do you always smell like a whole perfume store exploded on you?" Crocodile growled as he broke the kiss that Doflamingo had pushed on him.

His lips lingered close to Crocodile's for a moment. "You don't like it? I use perfumed soap, and aftershave, and cologne of course. And my hair oil's scented. Oh and Giolla perfumes our clothes when they come back from the laundry."

Crocodile snorted, running the crook of his hook up Doflamingo's back. "No wonder just standing near you makes me fucking dizzy."

"Aw, Croc, you're telling me I make you swoon?"

-

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[blacklegsanjiii]

@alazycrab00 croc!sanji is live

Had a thought based off this where Sanji runs away from Baratie at like 12/13 and stowaways on Crocodile's boat because he and Zeff can't stop fighting so it's better for Sanji to go now before Zeff finishes what Judge couldn't. He ends up being found out after they're in the Grand Line on the way to Alabasta and Daz and Crocodile are looking at this twirly browed brat staring at them from the storage section where they're storing food.

"Is that the brat from Baratie?"

"Yes, Boss."

Sanji begs for them to not send him back, not that they're exactly interested in Reverse Mountain again so Daz and Crocodile shrug and take him to Alabasta and Crocodile calls Zeff who only curses and tells him to keep Sanji out of anger, he still cares but like clearly they're angry at each other so Crocodile will let them simmer and take Sanji back in a couple months.

Croc ends up introducing Sanji to the rest of what is Baroque Works at the time and Sanji is a good cook and a decent fighter. He and Bon Clay are getting along really well and helping each other stretch and Bon Clay does Sanji's make up. Anna the Banawani likes Sanji and Croc has found them togwther, Sanji reading a cookbook and Anna napping. Crocodile finds Sanji's mouth really amusing and he's great in the markets for haggling.

At one point Bon Clay walks up to Crocodile at one point and is like "I need to take Sanji shopping, he needs dresses and skirts that fit and his own make up." Crocodile just doesn't look up from his paperwork and hands Bon Clay a stack of cash and when Sanji comes back in twirly dress and his make up to the 10s and so happy showing Crocodile is just "fuck, I might need to call Iva too."

So yeah, the call to Zeff a few months later is just Crocodile telling him to eat shit, Sanji is his now. After that everyone starts calling him 'little prince' or 'Mr. Prince'. Sanji grows up as Crocodile's son and his gender expression and stuff is so much more free. Sanji goes to several Warlord meetings as Crocodile literally could not leave him with anyone.

Sanji sitting at the Warlord table with cook book and listening to everyone as he reads. Mihawk at one point comments on how well behaved he is and Crocodile is like "He is actually. Anna adores him." Everyone but Doflamingo makes a face that remarks Crocodile should not probably be letting a child near his beloved bananawani but also every other warlord meeting Sanji attends Doflamingo is trying to bond with this kid because he's trying to get back in with Crocodile.

Crocodile has trained Sanji for this however and the kid will run. Just run. Doesn't matter where. More often than not he runs into Fujitora who absolutely adores Croc's kid and will let him hide in his office and read cook books until it's time to go and Daz finds him. If there's enough time he will cook for Fujitora and is even allowed to call him Issho.

When he meets Robin when she joins they get along really well, Sanji cooks for her and Robin reads to him. Sanji plays with Anna in a way that is definitely frowned upon by most of society but Crocodile knows Anna won't hurt him. She knows better, she only attacks those he and Sanji don't introduce to her. Robin meets Anna after a few months and smiles and lists of ways Anna could kill Sanji and Sanji hangs off Anna and is like "You're not gonna hurt me right? You like me almost as much as Sir Crocodile." Anna makes a noise of agreement. Robin finds him asleep with Anna and asks Crocodile about it and he shrugs. "He's a lovable kid, take him shopping. He has a mouth."

When they meet the Strawhat crew Robin and Sanji are looking at them with interest. That rubber kid and the blue haired girl that seems enamored with the other girl and a swordsman and what appears to be a racoon?

"Hey, Ms. All Sunday, do you think they're going after Mr. 0?"

"Oh I would certainly assume so, Mr. Prince. That is Princess Vivi after all."

"Mn, we're just gonna sit and watch, right?"

"It shall certainly be entertaining." Robin smiles at him and Sanji smiles back.

[bleach-your-panties]

Sincember Event❄️❄️

Rating: Implied Smut🍡

“Fuckin’ Robitussin…” 

Choso let out another phlegm-filled cough that made his chest feel like it was about to cave in. 

The disgusting red liquid that he’d just taken another dose of didn't seem to be aiding his condition in the slightest.

His pale fingers curled around the bottle before he hurled it into the wastebasket near the door.

He wasn’t exactly certain of how he’d gotten sick, but during this time of year, it was almost unavoidable.

When you work in a crowded electronics store during the holidays, especially one where you have to touch shit all day in order to demonstrate to the customer how it works, you're bound to pick up some type of germs.

Choso had trudged over to sit down on his bed when the doorbell rang.

“It’s open!!” 

After turning the knob, you pushed the door open with your shoulder and carried in some plastic grocery bags.

“Cho!!”

“In the room!” The obnoxious sound of him blowing his nose followed.

You set the bags on the counter and began digging through one to bring out a glass Pyrex full of homemade chicken noodle soup.

“Babe! What are you doing - you came here straight from class?!” Choso examined you thoroughly with his sleepy eyes, looking like a pitiful, red-eyed panda bear.

You had on a white, long-sleeved thermal top with a navy blue puffer vest sporting your school logo on it, matching sweatpants, thick socks, and your Crocs.

“Not straight from class. I went home to change and cook you some soup, then I came here.” 

He gripped your hips, not so subtly squeezing his fingers into the flesh of your ass.

He then quickly turned his head and brought his elbow up to sneeze into it.

“Aww, poor baby. You look miserable.” 

You leaned away from him to set the container of soup on the nightstand.

“Have you taken anything?”

With a small nod of his head, chocolate eyes shifted guiltily to the bin where the cursed concoction now laid.

“I did. I don’t know why, but this shit got me feeling lazy right now..” 

“How much did you take?” 

“Almost the whole bottle.”

“Choso!”

“Please don't yell, baby. My head is pounding.” He squinted his eyes shut.

“Sorry, but Robitussin is only supposed to be taken every six to eight hours, pookie bear. You’re going to hurt yourself.” 

A small, weary smile found its way across his dry lips.

“Mmm, Nurse Y/N. Sexy.” 

A loud slap echoed throughout the room as Choso’s heavy palm connected with your butt.

With a giggle, you removed his hand, but he grabbed you around the waist and fell backwards onto the bed with you straddling his waist.

“Don't tell me you're horny right now, Cho.” Your hips rolled over his lap and you got your answer. 

He let his head fall back onto the pillow, eyes closed, dark brown locks splayed across smooth, black silk. A small smirk crossed your cocoa-butter flavored lips as you did it again, pressing harder against his erection with your pelvis.

“Baby, you can… ride it  -  o-oo~yeaaah..” 

He started to open his eyes to look up and watch how fucking sexy you looked sitting on top of him. 

“Keep them closed.” 

No objection left Choso’s mouth as you lifted your hips to slide off your pants and panties.

When he felt your lips hovering over his mouth, he grazed your chin with two fingers, slightly gripping it and turning your face so that you pecked his cheek instead.

“I don’t want to make you sick.”

“Choso, who cares if I get sick?”

“I know you care, Y/N..”

—-

“I don’t know what you did…did to me...but my headache is gone now.”

You laid in bed next to him with your eyes closed and head on his chest. Thank God it’s Friday and you don’t have class tomorrow.

“That, my friend, is called the healing power of the pussy.” You said without even opening your eyes.

“Yeah. My pussy, right, baby?”

No answer.

“Huh? Is it?” 

Choso smacked your bare ass cheek, making you jump away from him. 

“Oh my God, yes Choso! Now let me sleep; we just went three rounds.” 

He smiled this time before nuzzling his face into your hair.

“Might just make you tattoo my name on it then.” 

----

ʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵍˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵉᶜⁱᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ🫶🏽

[galaxyedging]

Cold Meds Musings

Emotions and smutty under the cut:

Joel Miller

Joel sat handling the carved wood with a delicate touch that betrayed the size of his fingers. The ornate bird whistle was complete, except for a coat of paint but he knew the recipient would love to do that.

As Joel ran his fingertips over the wood, he reflected on the journey that had led him to lay down root in Jackson. His trip down memory lane was cut short by the sound of hurried foot steps above. Another memory rose. One from a time when his daughter's feet were so tiny that they made the same sound over head. Joel's heart clenched at it. His little girl was long gone.

The foot steps turned and grew louder as their owners races his way. Voices added to the noise as they came into view.

"Uncle Joel!" "Grandpa!"

Two beautiful, curly haired, doe eyed children attached themselves to either leg as he stood from his stool to greet them. "Oooft. Hey, kids. Has the party started yet?"

"No, Uncle Tommy told me to come get you. Mom just came back from the store. I asked them to tell me what the party was for and they told me to ask you." Joel's granddaughter looked up at him with a face he hadn't seen for a while. Sarah used to use the same one on him.

Speaking of things Sarah does, he could imagine her grinning up a storm with Tommy as they past this task onto him.

"Well, baby girl, a long time ago, some people got real sick, real quick...."

"That rhymes Uncle Joel." Tommy's son gave him as much shit as his old man did.

"Yeah, I know." Joel smiles. "Anyway, those people could have gotten the whole world sick, so a brave doctor, Doctor Pertiwi, came up with a way to stop it. By some miracle, it worked, and we were all saved."

"Why was she brave, Grandpa? That's what Doctors do, help people." This one was even sharper than Sarah at her age.

"The way she found...it meant that her and people she loved had to...well, they gave up their lives to save us, honey."

"Oh. Like Uncle Tommy's soilder friends?"

"Excactly." Joel sighed in relief.

"Dad? Dad, you down here?" Sarah's voice barely proceeded her down the basement stairs.

"I'm here. I'm comin'. I just seem to have some trouble walkin' for some reason." Joel grunts as he drags his legs with two amused children clinging on tight.

"Come on, you two." Sarah chases the kids ahead of her before stopping to turn to Joel. "I almost forgot! Happy birthday, Dad."

Thought: What if the outbreak was contained?

Dieter Bravo

"Bola! You have to help me." Dieter's ratty bathrobe swished behind him. Leaving him looking like an unhinged superhero as he ran the halls of the mansion looking for someone to help him. Unfortunately, he didn't possess super speed, or in his Crocs, the regular speed needed to catch Bola as he slipped through the door at the end of the long corridor.

Like the steady beeping in Alien, the click of high heels on solid wood flooring alerts him that his adversary is near. He shouldn't think of her like that. She isn't the enemy, his cock's Pavlovian response to her is. He should just say no, but he is far too weak to.

Before he sees her round the corner, he hears the sound of her riding crop smacking the leather of her thigh-high boots. His cock leaks at the thought of what she can do with that crop.

"Curse your sudden but inevitable betray!" Dieter berates his wayward nether regions.

"There you are!" A crimson smile spread across her beautiful face as she makes her way towards him.

Backed into a corner, all Dieter can do is try to talk his way out. He's good at that. He's studied human behaviour for years, and he has always excelled at improve. He opens his mouth to tell her that, as much as he is enjoying their time together, he is afraid that he cock might actually fall off at this rate. All that comes out of his mouth is a whine as she latches on to his pulse point and sucks.

"I was afraid that you were avoiding me. Now, be honest, Dieter, do you want to have sex with me?"

"Oh, God, yes." He moans while he tongue traces the ropes of his neck.

"Good, because Momma has a wide on and she needs you to fill it." With a short sharp slap of her crop to his balls, she's off to her room.

Dieter makes a silent pray for the safety of his cock before kicking his less than aerodynamic footwear off to chase her down the hall.

Thought: What if Dieter was locked down with someone hornier than him?

[artzychic27]

Just more DC Kids stuff, but now with the Akuma Class as the kids of DC Villains/Antiheroes

Marinette: Joker

It’s a… Little weird between her, Adrien, and Rose

Wears a lot of purple

She and Zoé have a mock rivalry going on

Keeps emergency tanks of laughing gas hidden all over the school for… Emergencies

Adrien: Harley Quinn

Every bit as wild as his mom, but Gabriel forced him to tone it down… Then he met his classmates

Carries around a sledgehammer for reasons

He and Marinette sort of have a brother-sister relationship going on

As an act of youthful rebellion, he will be dying his hair pink and blue

Alya: Riddler

Runs a popular blog called “Riddle Me This” where she challenges her readers to brain-teasing mysteries and puzzles

She also enjoys mystery novels

Has a cute pair of question mark earrings

Not very fond of her dad’s fashion choices. Especially that bodysuit

Nino: Clayface

Impersonates his friends, but it’s all in good fun

Very malleable skin

He likes to sneak into the cafeteria during lunch to grab seconds

He does pottery in his spare time. No joke, his stuff is good

Chloe: Terra

Prefers to work with diamonds rather than “Lame rocks.”

When she’s really pissed off, expect an earthquake

It’s a… Whole thing with her family and step family. Reunions are kind of weird

Well, as long as she’s finding free diamonds, it’s fine by her

Sabrina: Two Face

Like her dad, she can’t make decisions without flipping a coin

Coincidentally, the left side of her face has a birthmark she’s not particularly fond of, so she hides it with a lavender half-mask

Her dad keeps trying to get her to embrace it, though. (Good dad Two-Face, because yes)

She’s got a little coin purse!

Kim: Killer Croc

Born with sharp teeth and scale patches on his arms, legs, forehead, and torso

Flaunts them proudly

Gets along well with Fang

Likes to swim around in the Seine

Max: Lex Luthor

He a genius! So, canon

Dresses all fancy and shit like a mini business man

Had dozens of robot assistants, but Markov is his favorite

Gets along pretty well with Ismael despite… Everything

Ivan: Bane

Students keep trying to get him to join the wrestling team, but he’d rather just read

Like his grandfather, he’s ready to topple the government

There’s a bit of Venom in his system, enhancing his abilities by a bit

He can and will punch someone treating another person unfairly

Myléne: Scarecrow

All she has to do is look at you dead in the eyes, and you can see your worst fear, no Fear Toxin needed

Has straw-like hair that’s surprisingly easy to style

Hates seeing the scarecrows sold at Halloween pop-up stores. It’s just so insulting

Nightmares for her are like good dreams

Nathaniel: Giganta

Actually pretty good friends with Denise

A “modest” size for him is about fifteen feet

Not very fond of Lila after the stuff her dad said about his mom

His max height is 100ft

Alix: Cheetah

Don’t let her near catnip, alright?

Has fur on her forearms, thighs, and has catlike eyes

When she’s growling, don’t get near her. That’s how you lose a finger

Has a necklace made of the fangs of predatory animals she established dominance over

Rose: Poison Ivy

Her skin has a slight green tint to it whenever she uses her powers

The school’s local perfume dealer

She and Adrien became step siblings after their moms got married, and are loving every second of it

Is always giving flowers to her gorgeous girlfriend

Juleka: Catwoman

She’s the only klepto in class now

Grows her nails long and files them to a point

Shares Chloé’s love of diamonds

Dresses in a lot of leather

Lila: Doctor Psycho (Yeah, I’m including her)

Constantly using her powers to create all sorts of discord amongst her classmates

Has her dad’s temper, so she doesn’t rely too much on her lies

Always messing with Nathaniel

Alya absolutely hates her with a burning passion

[calciferology]

4*town member headcanons that make sense in my mind🫶🏽

Jesse

his mom didn’t let him watch spongebob as a kid because she said it “ruined your brain” and he ALWAYS brings it up

he was definitely a camp counselor at one point complete with the socks and crocs too the whole shebang

youngest boy in a family of only sisters energy(spoiled)

he LOVES displaying his kids gifts to him to other people like he will wear and BRAG about hello kitty slippers and a matching robe which are two sizes too small because he thinks his children give him nice gifts. “guys, look at what mara and jaxton gave me!!’ aren’t they just the most thoughtful kids in the world?”

he’s a brunch guy. yeah

Robaire

studied at a culinary school before dropping out and pursuing a music degree he STILL loves to cook but he liked music better

he’s the youngest out of two older brothers who absolutely ADORE his music like they buy out every 4*town merch they see in stores and they’re front row at EVERY SINGLE concert they had at their home town or near their home town.

he played a ton of mario as. a child like A LOT like if he played with anyone he would immediately demolish them. he mains shy guy

Aaron T

hes actually one of the most popular members in the band!!! obviously robaire and jesse are popular but people mostly like t because they feel they can relate to his silliness

he in turn WAS allowed to watch spongebob as a kid he doesn’t bring it up but u can tell

MY PUERTO RICAN KING🫶🏽 god i love him my baby boy

plays the sims like he gets paid to do it. brings it up in interviews too he’s made all of them in the sims.

contrary to popular belief, aaron t is a volleyball guy

Shoukd i make more my brain is bursting

[ellies-cycling-notes]

Day 16: Mill Creek to Findley Park

Distance Covered: 84.48 miles

Total Time (including rests): 7:52 (8:01am-3:53pm)

Time spent riding: 6:56

Average Speed: 12.2 mph

Apples Eaten: 4 (fuji - 7/10, fuji - 5.5/10, fuji - 6/10, fuji - 6/10)

Today's ride was fine. I don't really know how else to describe it. It was another long one, one that I tried to take a little slow. Almost all the ride was on state roads, except a little bit on a rail trail called the Freedom Trail. That trail was really nice, with good pavement and flat ground. However, I was only on it for a few miles.

Most of the ride was rather flat, with only a few hills here and there. Even when there were hills, the inclines were usually rather gradual, making them a lot easier to ride on than on previous days. Overall, today kinda felt like a nothing day. There wasn't much of interest along the ride, but I still spent most of the time focusing on riding.

I ended up taking 2 breaks, at about 1/3 and 2/3 of the way through the ride. First one was a snack break at Kent State. It was actually a great place to stop, cause I could actually use the wifi there, so I could check a few things I hadn't been able to in the last couple of days. The other stop was under some random tree in the shade in the middle of nowhere, where I had lunch.

Probably the most interesting part of the ride apart from the Freedom Trail was the last 20 miles of the ride. Those last 20 miles were all on a single long straight road, with almost no hills, just cutting across rural Ohio. It perfectly encompassed how I felt about the entire ride today.

After getting to my campsite and getting set up, I took my bike for a short ride (without any of my luggage) to a nearby grocery store to refill on bread and apples, as I was beginning to run out. I should now have enough to last me through arriving in Ann Arbor in 2 days' time.

Small Notes:

Water bottle - I kept the bottled water I got yesterday and have been keeping filled and in my front bag. It's been helpful in allowing me to make the additional push I sometimes need to get to a proper resting spot to refill my water

Croc - I carry Crocs on the back of my bike to wear when I'm not riding (you might've seen them in a pic or two). I'm sorry to say that the strap on one of them has broken. I can still wear them and walk around, but it's now going to be harder putting them in my bike, because I don't have an easy way to loop a bungee cord through that croc (I'll figure something out, though)

Design Notes

It's the return of design notes! Today I actually had something that came to mind naturally that I spent a lot of time thinking about, so I don't feel awkward and like I'm pushing myself to think of something to write about.

Procedural Generation

I'm gonna talk a bit about procedural generation, and specifically about how I like using it in cases other than map-making. This thought came to mind because I was thinking about Time Loop, and how the Assistance App in that game might decide what events should occur and why. For example, I don't want too many events that do similar things to occur, and you also want the threat of events to grow realistically over time. I don't know quite yet how I'd do this Proc-Gen, but I do have two other theoretical cases I've thought about before that will probably help me:

Proc-Gen in Dominion: For those who do not know, Dominion is a tabletop deckbuilder card game, where players are given a random assortment of cards which they can buy 1 or more copies of throughout the game, and they make use od those cards ro gain Victory Points. And also, it's probably my favorite game of all time. The base game of Dominion has about 25 different cards which can be in the Supply or shop, and you play with 10 each game. But then, you add in expansions, and the number of possible card combinations becomes near limitless. I mentioned earlier that you pick cards for the shop randomly, but that's not quite true. You can do that, but that will often lead to unbalanced or unfun game setups. Instead, there are generally a few heuristic rules you follow when selecting cards, such as not having too many or too little of any cost of card, or not having multiple different cards whose effects are too similar. With that in mind, I've thought in the past about coding a program that selects a set of 10 cards, such that cards are selected randomly yet it minimizes the possibility of poor setups. How I think I'd do it is by giving each card various tags/attributes, such as their cost and generalities about their effects (such as "trashers" or "villages"). Then, the first card would be picked completely randomly. However, whatever card that is will change the weight of other cards in the pool such that you're more likely to pick a wider variety of cards. Of course, the system as it is has a few problems, such as the fact that it may lead to certain cards being picked too often or almost never, just because of what attributes they have. It could also still lead to situations where you have too many or too few cards of certain costs, because it doesn't account for that.

Characters Inc: Two years ago, I made a game called Characters, Inc. for a programming class, where you are given randomly generated characters, and have to equip them with items and send them on quests in order to make enough money to survive. Unfortunately, I never got to do one of the things I wanted to with that game, which was to have a system that procedurally generates items with stat bonuses and effects, as selected from a random list. Instead, I just had a list of possible items, and they would just be randomly picked. However, the idea stuck in my mind, so I had some thoughts on how it would work. What's important to know as a precursor to this is that Characters Inc is a rather simplistic game when it comes to characters and their items: you just send them on a quest, and depending on their stats, they come back with a certain amount of loot and damage taken. Because of that, it was really easy to design equipment that basically all just had conditional stat changes and related effects (for example, a Bloodied item would give a basic stat increase, but would give a larger stat increase if the character carrying it started the quest already damaged). Thus, most item effects could be represented as quantitative values. My idea for the Proc-Gen for this would be the following steps: (1) randomly select the level of the item, as this would determine how powerful it is. With that, you get a quantitative power level in the bank (2) randomly select an ability for the item to have, and increase or decrease the power level in the bank according to that ability (positive abilities would spend power, while negative would gain it). (3) decide whether the item should have another ability. If yes, return to step (2). If not, (4) randomly assign the item basic stat bonuses, spending the rest of the power in the bank. (5) decide what type of item it is, partially based on the stats it provides (e.g. defense-granting items are more likely to be shields or armor).

Both of those examples are ones which could serve as good inspirations if I decide to actually work on Time Loop, as they are more about generating a realistic creation from a list, rather than creating a picture or map.

This is all for tonight. There won't be any pictures tonight, partially because I didn't take any, and partially because the service is so bad at my campsite I don't think I'd be able to share them. Tomorrow's another long one, and it's just a straight shot West across Ohio. Luckily, at the moment it looks like I'll have a Northeast wind, but I don't know if that'll hold true.

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[jk2021enterprises]

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[chiccenpotpi]

A dream that I had once

The air was hot and sticky, but I wasn’t sweating at all. Hundreds of people from my school swarmed around me, heading in the opposite direction, toward a break in a six-foot chain-link fence that divided  the huge rectangular-shaped meadow where I stood in two. I couldn’t tell what was beyond it besides a shaded field with an oval-shaped strip of black. A track, maybe?

I made my way across the bright green grass towards a picnic shelter, the old maroon paint flaking away from the soft brown wood underneath. The air here was cooler, but not chilly enough that I would have to untie the flannel from around my waist and put it on over my white tank top to warm up.

I passed one of the built-in wooden picnic tables, and oddly, every person sitting there had hair ranging from silver to white done up in a crazy frizzy-Albert-Einstein-electrocuted- Super-Saiyan look, and they each wore a plain white t-shirt and pastel plaid cargo shorts paired with black Crocs featuring bulky fast food pins. They all paused from eating their chili dogs and cheeseburgers to look up at me as I passed. Each of them had Einstein’s exact facial features.

What a crowd.

At the far end of the picnic shelter there were multiple white fold-up tables covered with dollar-store red-and-white plaid tablecloths, strewn with the usual cookout foods: hamburgers, hotdogs, chili, beans, assorted cookie trays, barbeque, fruit and veggie trays, lasagna, KFC buckets, baked mac ‘n’ cheese, deviled eggs, etc. There were a couple of ice-filled coolers situated at the end of the line of tables, one sprinkled with various sodas and plastic water bottles. The other had different kinds of beerI[c] snatched up an M&M chocolate chunk cookie as I passed by and came to stand near the plates and utensils, waiting my turn.

For some reason my uncle was there with another guy in his mid-sixties who had bleach-blond hair in the same style as the people at the first picnic table. He had on black cargo shorts and pink fluffy bunny slippers. Why was he wearing a wife beater? My uncle fist-bumped me as I grabbed a plate and utensils, which I thought was odd. Him and I didn’t really talk that much, usually just a nod as to each other’s presence in a conversation or calling each other Squirt and Old Man, respectively. We were the only ones over here with the old guy.

“How’s the corn, Jim?” the older man asked my uncle as he spooned himself some beans, and I was confused for a moment because my uncle’s name is Kevin, not Jim. I didn’t comment. Somehow I knew that it wouldn’t have been wise. Someone probably would have called sus on me. Which would not have been muy bueno.

“Pretty good, from what I’ve heard. I ain’t tried it yet, so save some for me, Tim,” my uncle replied. I waited politely as Tim got his corn. By the time he was finished, the sheer amount of the golden kernels piled on his plate made the recycled paperboard structure wobble, but miraculously, he didn’t drop it. He twisted around and grinned at me toothily. I shrunk away from his gaze politely.

“How about that, eh?” Tim said. His teeth were crooked, and some were missing. For a moment I thought I caught a glimpse of a gold implant, but I blinked and it was gone. I simply nodded gingerly and clutched my plate and utensils  tighter to my chest, thoroughly creeped out.

I peeked over the edge to find that a singular piece of corn remained at the bottom of the crock pot. I despaired. I liked corn.

The old man moved along, not getting anything else besides a heaping pile of baked beans and a water from one of the coolers. He disappeared with his beans and corn after that. That was going to be one heck of an adventure for him in the bathroom later, I thought drily.

“Hey, kid. How ya doin? Haven’t seen you in a while,” my uncle asked me, punching me lightly in the arm like we were buddies. I couldn’t remember when that happened. I barely knew my uncle.

“Good. How abou–”

“WELCOME, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, TO THE 21ST ANNUAL JAMES RIVER TRACK BANQUET!” a male’s voice boomed from a loudspeaker. It came from the fenced-in area. Everyone in the picnic shelter except the white-clad chili-dog-eating Einstein Super-Saiyan-haired gang turned towards the commotion.

My uncle sighed and shook his head like he’d witnessed this a thousand times. “They do that every year. It knocks your socks off,” he said.

I was about to comment on his old-timey vocabulary and how that phrase was usually used to describe overly-strong coffee when the scene melted and my uncle and the rest of the picnic shelter disappeared.

[originaltyphoonkryptonite]

Chapter 13: Crazy Overprotective Bats

Bruce pov

I was working in the Batcave when I get a transmission from Black Canary.

"What is it?", I ask without even looking up from the sample I was examining from the latest crime from Poison Ivy.

"Batman, you need to come to the Watchtower.", she says.

"Why? Did Red Hood pick a fight with someone again?"

"No."

"Then what?"

"I don't know how to tell you this exactly."

"If you won't tell him, I will.", Green Arrow says from the background.

"Just spit it out."

"Phantasma is in the Medical Lab. She's alive but unconscious at the moment."

I freeze in place. Turing around and walking to the computer, I press a button so Black Canary and Green Arrow are on screen.

"What happened?", I growled.

~Time-skip~

I was outside of Phantasma's room looking at her form from the window. The raise and fall of her chest reminded me that she was alive even though she was very pale. The staff  told me that it was from trying to use her powers with light inside of her. She would be alright after she got some rest. She was sleeping when I got there.

"And Zatanna had no idea why there was light inside of her?", I asked.

"No. Her powers just vanished when she tried to use them.", Black Canary says.

"She didn't use them against those five?"

"Nope, she took them down with some moves I taught her."

"I heard that prideful tone, Canary.", Green Arrow says as he nudges her side.

"Can you blame a teacher being proud of her student?"

"When do the doctors say she can leave?", I asked not taking my eyes off of her.

"About a day or two from now."

"Good."

"I just don't know how to tell Nightwing.", Canary says as she holds her arms.

"It's not your fault.", Green Arrow says as he wraps an arm around her shoulders.

"Then why do I feel guilty?"

"You had no way of knowing what was up with her powers."

"But still. I should have noticed."

"Bats back me up here."

"..."

"Batman?", Canary asked when I didn't answered.

"Great he vanished on us again.", Green Arrow says with a huff.

I had left because I had noticed something from around the corner.

"Flash.", I said making him jump.

"Yikes!"

"How much did you hear?"

"Hear? I didn't hear anything especially about Phantasma laying in Medical."

"Do not say a word to Nightwing."

"My lips are sealed.", he says before he runs off.

"Something tells me that won't be the case.", Black Canary says as she and Green Arrow joins me.

"Oh boy. I hate to be Wally's shoes when he does run his mouth.", Green Arrow says.

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Nightwing pov

"Why am I on a mission after I just got done with my bachelor party?", I asked Alfred through the comms.

"Because Master Bruce needed it done.", he said.

"But why in the sewers?"

"Killer Croc stole from a jewelry store. The amount stolen is worth a total of $451,450."

"Great.", I grumbled as I walked through the sewer water.

~Time-skip~

I could not wait to get back home and take a long shower. I tracked Killer Croc in the sewers of Blüdhaven and when I found him, well it could have gone better. He threw me right into the water and now I am soaked with it. I left Croc somewhere the authorities could find him all tied up. The stolen jewelry was also left near him so that's good. I wish either Cippia or Zell could come get me so I didn't have to go home in a wet suit. I finally made it back and unlocked my door.

I go inside and just as I am heading to the bathroom, someone knocks on my now closed door. I groan as I turned around and look through the peephole. I see that it is Wally so I let him in.

"Hey dude how are-whoa!", he says but interrupted himself as he holds his nose. "What is that stench?"

"Gee, thanks pal.", I said as I closed the door.

"No problem.", he says with a smirk.

"I just came back from battling Killer Croc in the sewers."

I head to the bathroom and start to strip with the door opened slightly so Wally could talk to me. I turn the water on and step inside.

"So is there a reason you're here?", I asked as I ducked my head under the water.

"Can't a guy hang out with his best friend?"

"We can hang out when I am done."

"If you were in a battle with that guy in the sewers, take all the time you need."

~Time-skip~

I get done and put on a pair of black sweat pants, a black Phantasma t-shirt and head to the living room while drying my hair with a towel. I take a seat on the couch next to Wally.

He raises an eyebrow at me. "Really dude?", he asks pointing to my shirt.

"What can I say other than I am her biggest fan.", I said with a smirk.

"If they made a action figure of her, I wouldn't be surprised if you have one."

"Don't need one when I can hold the real deal in my arms."

"Y-yeah."

I narrow my eyes at him as he stutters. "You OK?"

"Never better."

"So speaking of Zell, I was thinking of taking her out tonight."

"O-oh really?", he says as he started to sweat.

"Yeah and maybe take her on a moonlit walk in the park."

"Sure....", he says as he fidgets.

"OK what is with you?"

"Me nothing. I am normal."

"Talk or....", I trail off.

"Or what?"

"You do know I was Batman's first partner right? So that means I know how to make you talk."

"You wouldn't hurt your best friend."

"Not physically. But I can tie you to a chair and then tickle you."

"You wouldn't!"

"Try. Me.", I said leaning into his face and giving him a Bat-glare.

"Zell is in The Watchtower Medical Lab!", he cries out. "Just don't tickle me!"

"What?!", I yelled as I ran to get my spare suit.

~Time-skip~

I was running through the Watchtower towards the Medical Lab when I bump into Red Robin, Red Hood, and Robin.

"Whoa, where's the fire?", Red Hood asks.

"Can't talk.", I said as I ran past them.

"Nightwing, get back here!", Robin calls out as he chases after me.

The other two follow us as we get closer to the Medical Lab. I see Batman ahead and run faster. I slide to a stop in front of him and ball my hands into fists. Robin stands by my side.

"How long?", I growl out.

"How long what?", he responds with a neutral tone of voice.

"How long have you known that Phantasma was in the Medical Lab?"

"What?", Robin asks as he watches us.

The other two stopped behind us and just watched. I could tell they also wanted to run to her room but were waiting for Bruce's answer.

"I just found out a few hours ago."

"And you didn't think to tell me?"

"She's not in danger and resting. I figured it would be better for you to wait to know since she wouldn't want you to worry."

"That's why you sent me after Killer Croc?"

"I'm sorry Nightwing."

"Fine, I'll let it go this time.", I said as I walked past him and head right to her room.

I get there and enter. I take the chair next to her bed and sit down. Once sitting I take her left hand in mine.

"She'll be fine Nightwing.", Robin says as he and the others enter.

"So who do I have to shoot for hurting my future sister-in-law?", Red Hood asked.

"I say we have her move in with us once she is cleared to leave.", Robin says.

"For once I agree with both Robin and Red Hood.", Red Robin says.

"Now that's a scary thought.", I said with a laugh.

"Something tells me that they won't let her out of their sights when she is cleared to leave.", I think to myself with a small smile as I pet her hair with my free hand.

[wyn-n-tonic]

Man... I had such a day.

So.. I don't talk about it a lot but I work in disability services and mainly in advocacy for disabled peoples. A majority of my caseload is older people so I have a lot of resources at hand which... thank god. I heard my mail man talking to somebody earlier which isn't unheard of. He's a good guy, everybody knows him. After about an hour, I still hear him and I'm like... wait a minute. What's going ON? So I actually listen and he sounds like he's asking some, like, identifying questions of somebody and then I hear this lady sound like she's about to SOB.

So, I put on my crocs and I shuffled my little nosy social worker ass downstairs to the package room and I was like, "hey, is everything good? Can I help?" And my mailman looked at me like he'd seen AN ANGEL.

This older lady was lost and didn't have ID, dropped her phone in a sewer, didn't remember her address. So I started asking some questions and she lives in a group home that's supposed to have 24hr staffing. Cool. What's your staff's name? What's the agency's name. She doesn't remember and staff comes and goes as they please. She got hungry and put her coat on and just... started walking. She walked from, like, two townships over. She was 80, using a cane.

I asked if she was with her staff out in the community and just walked away and she said no. Her staff comes and goes as they please and she was hungry so she put her coat on and she walked to the store and then she got turned around. She stopped my mail carrier because she recognizes mailmen as safe strangers.

So I sat with her and I called Adult Protective Services. She kept saying she didn't want to bother me and if I called her a cab she could maybe direct them to her home but I told her that no taxi company would pick her up without an address because it's a liability and I'm not comfortable putting her in a car with a stranger when she doesn't know where she's going. So I did end up having to call 911 and explained the situation. I asked if they could send one of the smaller firefighter cars because she was really apprehensive about the police which... fair, girl. Unfortunately they did send the police but thankfully this officer was very kind. We sat with her and made sure she understood that she wasn't being arrested. She asked if I could ride with her but I told her I had to get back to work and my dog and then she started crying because she felt so bad for taking me away from my day which just broke my heart because absolutely not. My schedule is mine and I decide what I want to do and when and this afternoon, I wanted to help her get home.

But goddamn, I really hope she got home and is sleeping in her own bed tonight. I did file a report of neglect with Adult Protective Services and gave a general description of the home she lives in and what streets she said it was near. She gave them her full name so I hope that if she's with Medicare, they'll be able to pull her information up. But oh my goddddd. I'm so glad she found my mail carrier too because she was walking around the city with a wallet full of cash (I cannot stress enough that she walked from ANOTHER TOWNSHIP to the CITY OF PHILADELPHIA).

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Virtual Sketchbook 2

Journaling -

Unity and Variety - Unity refers to how blended together the elements of an artwork looks looks. Variety refers to how much the different elements of an artwork contrast. These two principles of design are opposites both referring to how much or how little the elements of a piece of art work together.

Example:

Balance - Balance refers to the state in which the elements of an artwork have reached a visual equilibrium. An artwork may gain balance through either symmetry or a lack thereof.

Example:

Emphasis and Subordination - Emphasis refers to the method by which an artist draws attention to an aspect of their work. Subordination refers to the method by which an artist draws attention away from an aspect of their work. Both principles are about drawing a viewer's attention. This is done by the usage of size, color, or contrast.

Example:

Directional Forces - Directional forces refers to direction to which an artist draws your eyes. This principle is used to draw the viewer's eyes to a focal point of the art piece.

Example:

Repetition and Rhythm - Repetition refers to the many usages of a visual element, which can create unity. Rhythm refers to the usage of a sequence of elements with differences.

Example:

Scale and Proportion - Scale refers to the comparison of the size of one aspect of an artwork to another. Proportion refers to the relationship between the different sized aspects of one whole piece.

Example:

2. Writing and Looking -

Figure 3.9a, Tobit Burying the Dead, by Andrea di Lione contains linear perspective, implied lines, focal points through high contrast colors, implied light, and implied mass.

3. Connecting Art To Your World -

I am someone who puts effort into what I wear when I go outside. Color always affects me in the process I go through when choosing an outfit. Whenever I want to wear one piece of clothing, I must find another piece that looks good with the first one. Influenced by TikTok, something I have recently gotten into doing when choosing an outfit is using the color wheel. I first choose the hue, the base of the color, I wish to wear. I then look for whatever color is directly across it, these two colors are complementary. I am able to choose a piece of clothing that is higher or lower in value to that complementary color. If I had to pick a color scheme for my life, it would be the near neutral color scheme consisting of beige, tan, brown, and other colors because outfits consisting of one of these colors are the ones I love to wear the most.

4. Art Project -

This comic tells the story of how whenever I am feeling down, it always makes me feel better to buy a Lego set and put it together.

5. Photo/Design: Logos -

Group 1. Layout

The logos in my everyday surroundings include on my clothes, my shoes, the cars on the road, the stores I pass by, my devices, the food I buy, and the items I carry. The logos and brand names I see around me in my life include GAP, H&M, Levi's, Nike and the Nike swoosh, the NB of New Balance, Adidas, Converse, Crocs, Toyota, Honda, Hyundai, Ford, Jansport, Swiss Gear, HP, Dell, Apple, Lego, Extra, Walmart, Publix, Dunkin, Coca Cola, Pocky, Lays, Doritos and Marvel.

I know about these logos and brand names because they are on the clothes and shoes I wear, the stores I pass by, the online media I consume, the food I buy, and on the cars I see on the road.. A logo or brand name such as those listed above can be found quite literally anywhere in everybody's lives and on anything they interact with. Logos help to distinguish the item that you see or interact with, and it lets the company that made it tell you, "I made this, and this is my brand, so you should buy all the other things I made". That logo was put together by a group of people who set out to highlight their brand as being one of a kind, building off of pre-existing typefaces to make something of their own.