#He'd be the worst supervillain ever

[tartrat]

Kapyy but Night Swan got him or something

Funny idea that popped into my head on Monday night. Calling him "Night Kappy" makes him sound like a mushroom. Like what if there was a season were night swan just took over other coaches. If i were to make the twins headcanon into an actual fanfiction, Kapyy getting corrupted and Talia sway having to snap him out of it would be a plot point towards the end.

I can't do feathers so i did his cloak and the feather accents the same way i'd do hair, i think it turned out all right. He's just really giving 90s supervillain here. For the chain necklace, i used the night swan badge from doing yssmiac but gold. I also just liked the idea of giving him those spiked bracelets.

I had to make a few concepts of what Kapyy would look like so here they are below. Have 90s supervillains, street kid or something. and the one thats totally not Cyclops from the Xmen. The out come is a mix between cyclops clone and 90s supervillain (2 and 3) with a bit of the others mixed in. I really wanted to give him the cyclops visor, I know nothing about the xmen but ive just been thinking about cyclops a lot recently and that got translated into this (watch me draw them high fiving or something). There was something about giving him longer hair for this that i just really liked. I really just went onto pinterest and typed "90s futuristic fashion mens" and found a few looks that i liked and mashed them together. Also feathers, a lot of feathers.

The word "Night" doesn't look like a real word to me anymore ever since i started making this. I'd do a night version of Talia Sway but that would just be her wearing the reputation bodysuit but with feathers instead of snakes, and i've already done that with snakes. Unless i can think of something else

Personality wise, he would have the mouth of a sailor like this, but no one would take him seriously and they'd start laughing at him. He'd be like a toddler who heard a curse word once. Others think he's adorable and not a threat. He'd also be more of a danger to himself than others whilst like this, Talia has to tie him to a chair so he doesn't run into a wall and give himself a concussion by accident.

I'm planning a continuation for this one like i did for the visceral reaction post, i'm writing the dialogue in my notes app. I just want to try and improve my story telling and dialogue writing. it'll be funny. I started writing something last night where he can't sleep and asks Talia to stay with him, just twins headcanon stuff that's been floating around in my head because i listened to safe and sound by taylor swift on the bus home yesterday. Basically i have all these ideas in my head that i should put to paper.

Lastly what i learnt while making this is that Night Swan did such a good job on the just dancers outfits for tainted love, like she knows how to throw an outfit together. Gabriel Agreste wishes he could be Night swan (I've watch all the seasons of miraculous and had a visceral reaction when that teaser for the map dropped last year. Like that show's so bad but i can't look away). So i hope i make Night Swan proud with this design.

Also here he is in his unblended glory, looking like the backgrounds from phineas and ferb (because of the shapes on the track suit).

[surplus-of-sarcasm]

I Do

TW: Blood, bruises, and some angst

Ya girl has some off-days from college, and she's decided to use em. Missed y'all < 3

The villain's gloved fingers drummed impatiently on the table, his dark shadow looming over the hero with a promise of danger.

"What's it going to be, Hero? I sell those codes to Supervillain? Or you comply with our little agreement?" His tone was perfectly calm, eerily so, his eyes impossible to read behind the domino mask, but he still emanated danger, his lips drawn together in a tight line.

It was cruel calling it 'their' agreement because the hero had no hand in this. The suggestion had left her more shocked than angry, still reeling from the villain's words.

"Marry me," he'd said in a commanding tone. Like any other choice would've been the wrong answer, tilting her chin upwards ever so subtly.

And the hero held his gaze, transfixed, gasping and laughing and hoping this was nothing but a fever dream.

"Wha-" the hero choked out incoherently.

The villain had let go of her face, his hands resting on the top of her chair. "I can repeat it as many times as you want me to," he stage-whispered against the shell of her ear, his tone gentle and dangerous all at once.

"But, I don't understand. What could you possibly gain from this of all things? You despise me, Villain." She truly couldn't process any of what she was told, the mere idea of being tethered so bindingly to her worst enemy leaving her mind an ineffective, nervous wreck.

The villain huffed out a rough laugh, very genuine and horribly cruel. "Oh, but I do despise you. Very much. I despise how defeated and humiliated you left me in front of half the city . Despised the fact that you got me locked up. Despised how for the very first time, I actually felt like I lost the game, and I'm a rather sore loser, you know." The villain's demeanour was eerily calm, his shoulders straight, his resting face showing nothing but a placid neutrality as he turned to stand in front of the hero, but it was arguably more terrifying, more unpredictable.

"I just want to see you as defeated as I've been, Hero. Bound so intimately to your worst enemy, your greatest nightmare. If you do this, it means admitting to me, and more importantly, to yourself, that the only option you have is bending to my whims," he crooned, his lips curling into a wicked smirk.

The hero wanted to scream, to kick the villain in the teeth and watch the blood trickle down his lips and the bruising dye his skin a grotesque purple. She wanted to think of a clever solution that left the man's face contorted with a strange mix of hatred and respect, to blow his plan up in his face. Anything that would spare her this hell.

"Did I mention you have exactly five minutes to decide?" he piped up casually, examining his nails.

The hero swore and the villain let out a half-snicker. This was madness. A death sentence that would last for the rest of her life. And it didn't matter if she said no, if she undid whatever she could of the havoc those codes would wreak in Supervillain's hands. The conviction so heavily saturated in the villain's tone, the way his jaw clenched and his fists tightened was more than enough proof that he would spread more chaos, spark more fights, destroy an endless array of things and lives until she gave in to him.

The villain loved control like he loved the air he breathed, even more so, like a drug that left him intoxicated and lusting for more.

If she didn't listen, she was sending everyone she cared about, sending the city, the whole world if the villain had it his way, to hell.

The hero sucked in a measured breath, reading the contract word for word, from the title to the fine print, scouring it for a loophole she could use, for any more tricks up the villain's sleeve, just to find nothing. She tried to relax her tensed shoulders, her grip merciless on the pen in her erratically shaking hands, every curve and line of the letters of her name feeling like a blade was slicing through her heartstrings like how one would rip a stalk; slowly, unevenly, time seeming to slow down and the world seeming to freeze for a moment that felt like a thousand years and then some.

The villain didn't smile or laugh or let any display of emotion etch itself onto the harsh lines of his features. He nodded curtly instead, snatching the paper and folding it into a square and tucking it in a well-concealed pocket of his suit. "The cruelty only ends here," he attested, his voice tight and no longer playful, the way it was whenever he promised something.

The hero nodded, swallowing the humiliation at the back of her throat, even though she wasn't inclined to believe him.

"There's a ceremony. Nothing very insane, just you, me and an officiator. This is just a contract, not a marriage certificate, even if we both know which one of those is more binding. You'll show up today, if you know what's good for you, heroine."

The hero wasn't sure when she was up on her feet and slapping the villain harshly across the face, blood spurting from his mouth and staining his perfectly straight teeth, as he only grit them into a manic grin, shaking with a hoarse cackle as he wiped the blood of his face "Is that how you treat your husband, my dear? Do they forget to teach you manners at the hero agency?"

The hero was too dazed with rage to speak, trying to mar the villain's visage with another rough blow to it, until he caught her hand with an iron fist. "I said I'd never hurt you for nothing, but not that I'd let you do to me what you please without consequence. So play nice, darling." The villain let go of her arm slowly, the bruises he left in his wake more than enough of a warning.

The second he left, the hero didn't cry as she thought she would, she didn't scream, she didn't destroy everything around her or rip through her hair. Instead, she slid down against the wall, expressionless but breathing hard, her lungs hungry for air that seemed so unfairly little, her heart playing songs of anxiety and fury and sorrow every horrible emotion she'd ever known.

She was marrying the villain. Marrying the villain, and she couldn't do a thing about it. Marrying him and no one would come to save her.

Sometimes being a hero means saving the whole world except yourself.

✨️Timeskip✨️

Sure enough, the villain was there in a tailored suit, in front of his house her new prison, where he'd told her to show up, the officiator standing with a solemn expression on his face.

The villain wasn't supposed to be handsome, the dark brown hair she was normally used to seeing messy and caked with blood slightly damp with gel and mostly hanging in loose, luscious waves, his eyes a dazzling green-blue, long, dark lashes framing them in a way that put the best kinds of kohl to shame and his cheekbones sharp and high-set, the split on his lip hardly distracting from the rest of his appearance. It was so unbelievably stupid, so inconsequential, and yet the hero hated him even more for his tantalisingly beautiful features, for the way his grin would've fooled her into thinking he truly was in love, if she didn't notice how it didn't reach up to his eyes.

The hero hadn't paid any mind to whatever the officiator had said until it was her turn to say 'I do', flashing the villain a terribly fake smile that wasn't half as charming as his, but it would have to do as she slid a simple platinum ring on his finger, and he slid a diamond ring onto hers.

"Let's go," the villain said when they were finally done, gently taking the hero's gloved hand in his and leading her up the stairs and into the mansion.

The heroine was not one to admit defeat and snap in half in the fashion that a twig would. Many a battle would need to be lost for a victory in the war, many a sacrifice would have to be made for a greater reward. She would take the pain like stone would take a blunt pickaxe, just to twist a knife in the villain's chest when he least expected. Because history forgets everyone but those who laugh the last.

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[suzukiblu]

If you are still taking requests I would love some Jason Todd!

There's a couple of ways to ID a soulmate, but the traditional–and usual–one is a kiss. Basically any exchange of bodily fluids will do it, of course, but most people kiss way before they get around to fucking bareback and a kiss is also definitely less likely to result in hepatitis than swapping blood with strangers. And, like, it's also more romantic and that tends to appeal to people more even when the involved soulmates aren't actually romantic. Like it's way easier to laugh off that one time you slipped your destined BFF tongue than it is to explain a bloodborne illness to your GP.

So naturally, Jason finds out who his soulmate is by accidentally bleeding all over the guy in the middle of a random stupid throwdown with supervillains in San Francisco.

Also, naturally said guy is Tim's boyfriend who still justifiably hates Jason's ass for all the fucked up shit he's done and said to Tim.

Jason is pretty sure this would count as another reason for Superboy to hate his ass, except the one mercy in this situation is that Superboy was unconscious for their accidental blood-swap, so he at least doesn't know they're soulmates.

The lucky bastard.

Fuck everything, Jason thinks, and then resolves to never think about it again. Which he doesn't, because even having a thought around Bruce is basically the same thing as handing the bastard a signed confession.

It sucks, admittedly? Like, Jason's not gonna pretend it doesn't suck. He didn't ever think he'd get a coffee shop meet-cute with his soulmate, assuming he had enough of a soul left to actually have one, but he'd at least expected to get somebody who wasn't already dating the brother he's treated worst and who did not, ideally, hate his guts.

Or who at least hated his guts in a sexy way that could result in a nice enemies-with-benefits situation to spice up his sex life and maybe hopefully one day evolve into . . . he doesn't know, frenemies-with-benefits? Or something?

Superboy is not gonna be up for cheating on his boyfriend with said boyfriend's adoptive brother, Jason is very damn sure. For one thing, if he was, Jason wouldn't want to fuck him anyway, much less be his soulmate. Jason is a murderer and a bastard but he is also a ride or die, okay, and he doesn't give a shit what the universe says, there is no damn way that he'd accept a soulmate like that.

Also, like, since the accidental blood-swap went down, now when they get close enough there's an empathy bond going and Jason can absolutely feel how fucking <i>besotted</i> Superboy is by every little thing Tim does and says and just is.

And he can also feel how much the guy hates him.

Jason has never had better control of his pit rage than since realizing that if Superboy ever felt it, it'd be absolutely undeniably obvious what it was and where it was coming from.

It is fucking amazing what a desperate person can get a handle on. Like, really.

Jason went to fucking therapy for this shit. It sucks and he hates it and he wants to burn down the whole stupid office every time, but he's still going every week because fuck forbid he lose control enough that somebody realize something is up.

Jason's self-control is not helped by the fact that Superboy has his own anger issues, but it's not like they get all that close to each other all that often anyway. He very rarely has to worry about Superboy picking up on anything from him. Mostly he just has to worry about not being any worse to Tim than he already has been and making excuses to avoid any situation that Superboy might theoretically pop up in. He has absolutely no designs on fucking up Tim's relationship. Ever.

He guesses he and Superboy could have a platonic bond, admittedly. Like, that's possible.

Except Superboy constantly insists on wearing a painted-on bodysuit and studded black leather and strappy belts and looking like a porn star parody of a superhero, along with regularly smirking like a cocky asshole who just so happens to be the second coming of sin, and Jason has a very difficult time not finding all of that just unspeakably hot, so that seems unlikely.

So yeah, Jason's definitely not telling anyone that they're soulmates. Possibly ever. At least not as long as Superboy and Tim are still into each other and in undeniably perfect romantic love, anyway.

It's not like Jason's waiting for them to break up or something, or for the probably likelier but much more upsetting option that is Tim fucking dying. He's a bastard, again, but he's not that kind of a bastard.

He really hopes this is just one of those bullshit bonds that don't actually become relevant until the involved bondmates are, like, octogenarians or whatever. Which is not something Jason would've ever expected to want from his soulmate, but Jason also did not ever expect his soulmate to turn out to be Tim's boyfriend, so yeah. Well, life's a bitch and also full of surprises.

It's impossible to always avoid Superboy, all things considered, but Jason usually can, and thanks to Bat-training and his time with the League and just who he is as a person he's very good at keeping his emotions on lockdown when the dude's around without it actually looking like he's keeping his emotions on lockdown. Mostly he just ignores him and acts like he thinks he's irrelevant, and Superboy seems perfectly happy with that.

But again, it's impossible to always avoid him, and they're on the same side and everything, more or less. Jason therefore can't technically bitch about the guy randomly landing in the middle of his rooftop stakeout wearing that cocky asshole smirk of his and also his painted-on bodysuit and studded black leather.

Or he couldn't, except that it is very obviously not actually Superboy wearing all those things. For starters, Superboy never wears that smirk when he's looking at Jason.

For another thing, Jason knows his own damn soulmate when he sees him. Like, he is not actually that oblivious or stupid a person as to not recognize his own damn soulmate.

"Hey, man," fake Superboy greets casually as his boots hit the roof. Jason runs the internal numbers on whether or not fake Superboy has real Kryptonian powers and decides better safe than sorry, then hits the panic button hidden in the collar of his jacket as he turns to fully face him, making the gesture look like an idle adjustment.

"Robin need something?" he asks, cocking his head questioningly. Seems wisest to pretend like he's falling for this bullshit, whatever it is. Especially if Kryptonian powers are currently a concern.

"Naw," the fake Superboy says, his smirk widening crookedly. "This one's an . . . off-the-books social call, as it were."

"Oh, we make social calls, now?" Jason asks dryly, resisting the irrational urge to hit his panic button again. Not actually a helpful urge, that. The thing's already streaming live audio and video to Oracle and the Batcomputer to get everyone in the loop on what the problem is, that's all that matters. Extra hitting would just make it likelier that fake Superboy might notice something.

"Maybe I just wanted to see you, Hood," fake Superboy says as his smirk turns into a wicked grin, and steps towards Jason with very familiar and incredibly unsubtle body language that, again, has never once been directed towards him.

Goddammit.

Well, good thing Jason hit his panic button, because there is no damn way this is ending well. He's never actually used the thing before, it's a recent addition to his gear now that he and the Bats are actually mostly working together again, but he already appreciates said addition very, very much.

Assuming that Bruce is packing kryptonite tonight, anyway.

Fuck, he'd better be.

. . . also assuming that whoever this fake Superboy is happens to be vulnerable to kryptonite. Or at least currently happens to be vulnerable to kryptonite. Jason's not sure if this is like a bodyswap situation or a more traditional possession or just a doppelganger or a shapeshifter, but who the hell even knows. Not mind control, he's pretty sure, unless it's the kind that really fucks with somebody's personality. Like, yes, that is Superboy's body language and Superboy's facial expressions and even Superboy's microexpressions, but it's just . . . not Superboy behind any of it. Like, very obviously not.

. . . weirdly obviously, actually. Like, Jason's really feeling the uncanny valley right now.

Ugh.

Well, hopefully this person or thing or weird psychic projection thinks he's fucking stupid.

"Did you now," Jason says, eyeing fake Superboy through his helmet. Schooling his expression doesn't really matter right now, except of course X-ray vision is a thing, so actually never mind, maybe it does. Again: goddammit.

Definitely gonna need to keep a handle on his heart rate here.

"Eh, what can I say, Rob was being a basic bitch again and I got bored," fake Superboy says with a dismissive shrug, which is something Jason would pistol-whip the real Superboy for saying but at least provides him a pretty solid script to go off while he waits for reinforcements to show.

He'd rather be making with the pistol-whipping, though.

[legobiwan]

"What if Stanley somehow manages to destroy the portal just like he destroyed my perpetual motion machine?"

Holy shit, Stanford, you just spent the last few pages of your Journal outlining in horrifying detail how Bill took your body on a criminal joyride and forced you to forget your own name while pulling your bones from their very sockets in a hallucinatory nightmare void. You woke up weeping on your living room floor.

And yet, you have the absolute fucking gall to be concerned your brother, if you summon him to Gravity Falls, might destroy the Portal???? You mean the one piece of leverage you have over Bill? The main reason he's stalking you? The machine that will literally end the world if activated?

Between this, Ford refusing to burn his journals, and the fact he fully intends on continuing his work on the Portal once he's solved the Bill problem -

This is the picture of a man at the apex of both megalomania and a mental breakdown.

Could you imagine if Ford had found a way to beat back Bill and keep the Portal? Just how much would his ego have inflated even more? (Probably large enough that he wouldn't fit out the door). I feel like it's a timeline where Ford becomes the Big Bad, not because of Bill (well, a little bit because of Bill), but because he sees himself as transcending godhood and what little is left of his moral compass he casts into a black hole. ("He may be a god, but I am scientist.")

The juxtaposition between this and Stan's sacrifice during Weirdmageddon is insane. Ford, who steadfastly refused to give up his life's work to save world and Stan, who gave up everything he was to save the world. There's got to be a part of Stan that reads these pages and wonders just who his brother is, when he turned unto a supervillain, and if it would ever happen again. Stan may not want to acknowledge it, but deep down, I think he's legitimately pissed at Ford for being such narcissistic bonehead. I think it is something that haunts him in the odd hours of the night, his brother sleeping soundly in the bunk next to him on the Stan O'War II while Stan ponders if he's sharing quarters with Lex Luthor. You could have ended it, Poindexter. You could have ended so long ago.

The past is the past and as his mother would say, you can't unshit a turd. (Something Stan has more experience with than he'd like, regret trailing him his whole life like a vengeful shadow). Ford is here now, they're alive, the bastard triangle is gone. But God, does he want to sit his brother down, tie him to a chair, and scream at him, to shake him and demand to know just what hell he had been thinking, why he had allowed himself to become this kind of...this kind of monster.

Stan will never, ever do this. He has his brother, has his awkward affection, has almost everything he's ever wanted. The answers are not worth it. (In Stan's experience, the answers are almost never worth it.)

And as for Ford? Somewhere in his subconscious, a shrill, too-familiar voice likes to remind him of who he is and what he can still become. The same grating voice that tells him they're not so different, after all, that there's still time, there's always time to fix the past, to create the future. You're a scientist, after all. You're more than a god.

That's the voice Ford papers over with contrition, with guilt and self-abnegation and a near-manic dedication to the small boat bobbing along in the Arctic, not even holding a speck of relevance compared to the vast and might ocean, forget to the multiverse at large. That's the voice Ford drinks away in secret on the worst nights, the one that tells him a stone statue in the forest is as much him as it is the monster whose shape it embodies.

[aurumacadicus]

Oh boy (⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)

--

Moving back to New York was one of the worst decisions Tony had ever made. He'd do it again in a heartbeat, of course. Supervillainous crimes always seemed to happen there and he wanted to help, so here he was in his tower that he shared with the Avengers, ready for the next call to action.

He just wished supervillains would take the winter off, so he could go someplace warm, like his Malibu house or South America or something. Hell, at this point he'd accept a trip to fucking Arizona. He'd fit right in there, he groused to himself, shaking hands curled around his coffee maker to try and soak up some of the warmth. All those old people.

Early onset arthritis. Tony eased one hand closed into a fist, wincing. He'd been diagnosed a decade ago after a particularly cold winter when he'd thought he'd had mono or something. "It'll get worse," his doctor had warned. Tony had staved off a lot of aches and pains by simply moving somewhere where the weather wouldn't affect his joints, and the pain was manageable with over the counter painkillers.

Here, in New York, with a blizzard blowing outside, Tony felt as if every degree the thermometer dropped was a twist of a knife in each and every joint, but especially his knees and hands. It was unfair. He had a state of the art air system, with his penthouse and workshop set to a perfect seventy-four degrees, but his body somehow knew it was sleeting outside and so was revolting.

He couldn't even pick up his coffee cup this morning. He'd needed to use his fucking cane to get out of bed.

The worst part was he could feel Steve's eyes on him like a physical touch. He'd never thought of the downside of sleeping with a super soldier until this morning, when he'd groaned as he'd forced himself to stand and found, to his horror, that Steve had forgone his early morning run to have a lie in with him. So Steve had seen the cane he'd needed to push himself to his feet, the extra padding on the handle to ease his grip, how Tony had come into the kitchen and grabbed a mug with extra wide handles on each side like a child's cup and then hadn't been able to fill it himself.

He wondered how long it would take Steve to decide his own body was a threat to the team and firmly but politely tell him to stop putting on the suit.

"Are you always in pain?" Steve asked quietly, finally coming over to pick up the coffee pot and pour him a cup.

"Worse in the cold weather," Tony said, trying not to sound too tetchy. There was no point in lying. Steve had watched him wrap both hands around the pot's handle and still not have the willpower to pick it up despite the pain. "Part of the reason I lived in Malibu for so long," he added, a thread of defeat weaving into his voice as Steve opened the fridge to get his creamer for him. He hadn't wanted to be in the cold even for a moment. Steve had obviously been able to tell.

Steve turned to face him, expression impassive. "So it's not just the arc reactor then."

"Quite honestly, I didn't even think about the reactor once this morning," Tony sighed dropping his eyes to his feet. He'd been too focused on the pain in his hands, how insurmountable the task of standing had seemed for a moment. Sure, his chest hurt, but it always hurt. The arthritis was sometimes worse than others. And today had been the first sleety-frozen-cold-to-your-bones day of the season.

Steve took a moment to stir his creamer in (the spoon was too small for him to grip, Tony lamented) before he turned, sliding the mug over to him. He watched Tony cradle the mug's handles in both hands before he carefully lifted it for a sip. "Are you in pain in the suit?" he finally asked.

Tony didn't do him the disservice of lying, instead carefully turning his eyes away as he answered, "My hands always hurt. The suit is one of the only times I don't feel bad, though. It's automated, so most of the movements I make are helped with the machinery. 's why you've seen me doing so much work with the gauntlets on lately." He hunched his shoulders, embarrassed. "It wasn't to protect me from soldering. It was so I could hold the solderer without dropping it."

"I see," Steve said solemnly. He stared at Tony's coffee cup for several long, silent seconds, then turned abruptly and left the room.

Probably to go tell Fury he needed to be removed from the team, Tony figured morosely.

He had just finished washing his cup when he heard the elevator open again. He turned, limping into the living room.

"Your boyfriend broke into the Xavier Institute to try and bribe Storm into changing the weather and Xavier is pissed," Natasha said flatly, Steve's ear held tightly in her hand.

"...Did. Did you run all the way there?" Tony sputtered, confused.

"I was on a mission," Steve grumbled, as if he had not just risked life and limb to ask one of the most powerful mutants in the world to ignore the natural weather patterns just because Tony's arthritis was flaring up. "She said no though. Told me to get you more omega-threes, whatever that means."

"Okay," Tony squeaked.

"I am more concerned with being on the mutants' bad side," Natasha began, scowling.

"Storm just thought I was cute," Steve said morosely, at the same time Tony answered, "Xavier won't come near me because my brain's loud and I bother him. I do that on purpose though."

"Oh my God," Natasha whispered, pinching the bridge of her nose, as Steve started googling foods he could make for Tony.

[yetanothergreyjedi]

Ghosts of Our Pasts: Part 7

DPxDC Crossover

Danny Fenton and Damian Wayne Sibling AU

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Part 7

"I saw you!"

"Good morning, Wes."

"What were you doing with Bruce Wayne?"

"...nothing?"

"I know he's Batman. And I saw you on the roof!"

"Whoa! Fentoina met Batman? Where you swapping super hero secrets? Did the Butts match?" Dash interjected, not believing a word Wes said.

Danny rolled his eyes as hard as he could, threw a few extra sausages on his plate and went to sit down.

"I think Wes is dreaming of me," Danny informed them.

"Oh no," Sam said, oh so helpfully.

Tucker stared down at his breakfast plate containing various meats. "Uh, creepy? "

"Maybe it's more like astrial projection, he was definitely asleep when I left, and when I got back, but he knew what I was doing."

"Oh, no."

"Sam!"

"You realize he probably already had abilities, and we just didn't notice because Amity Park?" She pointed out.

"Well, I'm realizing. It's the worst thing that's ever happened to me."

"Can we not trauma dump over breakfast?"

---

Edward Lancer had assumed that the lack of 'I'm technically an adult so's were because his students understood the dangers of Gotham. He was wrong, they had simply been waiting for the most effective moment to utterly crumble his argument. That was how one group was split into 4, one for each chaperone.

His group had been in a former supervillain's lair (and it was a lair, even Edward knew what a lair felt like.) for hours. Technically rehabilitated, sure, Edward wasn't going to judge the doctor for past actions, but he wasn't going to feel safe until he left the gardens either.

Ms. Manson didn't seem to mind as she regarded the next plant in the line. She would consider it for a few moments, say some things to the friends that trailed behind her and either move on, or have a one-sided? conversation with it. Tucker and Daniel had their hands clasped behind their backs like young children, they had not touched anything since arriving at the garden. Wes was regarding them all suspiciously, but seemed to be growing tired. The rest of the group had left when another Casper High group arrived, finished the garden tour in a normal hour, and had decided to go somewhere else.

Edward was not suprised when Dr. Pamela Isley strolled purposefully down the aisle, directly to where Samantha stood. Lancer missed whatever the two women had said to each other in his rush to get closer.

"Nah, I fall closer to winter than anything. The Green tends to take offense to my existence." Mr. Fenton told the Doctor. She nodded agreeably and looked to Mr. Foley.

"Same as him but with Tech. I've never tried doing something with plants and I don't plan too."

She looked to Edward, he froze.

"He's just a teacher." Said Ms. Manson, and the lair's owner turned her attention away from him. He it would probably feel offensive if he didn't feel so relieved.

---

Damian should not have his phone on him; he was in class. His phone buzzed, and Damian was glad he'd chosen to ignore the rule.

Dany had sent a picture, a selfie. In it he was clearly trying not to laugh as Condiment King rampages in the background.

Dany: do I do something? With a little thyme I'm sure I can mustard something up.

Damian almost double checked that a sibling hadn't rearaged his contacts, but the selfie proved this was all Dany... who was facing Condiment King as a civilian...

He did not have time to alert Signal before the next text was received.

Dany:kszkksskmssbsh

Damian: Dany?! Do you require medical assistance?!

Dany: I'm good lmao

Dany: the man sauced Lancer

Dany: one sec

-Dany sent a video-

Damian raised his hand, asking to be excused. Far too much time passed before he reached a place he could watch it in peace. He could not be interrupted if he was to coordinate a plan of action. He pressed play.

The Condiment King sat shamefaced in a restaurant seat as Dany's teacher lectured him on life choices. It was hard to hear exactly what was being said over the snickers from his classmates. The video panned over the briefly before ending. Wait... was that... ?!

Damian: Dany...

Dany: I spell it with 2 n's

Damian: Danny...

Dany: yes?

Damian: that is Poison Ivy at your table...

Dany: She took us out for lunch :D!

---

This guy was an idiot, Dash thought. He and Kwan had cut through an alley, and now this guy was trying to rob them; at knife point! Them! Two burly football players from Amity Park, and this guy was trying to rob them with this little 4 inch knife!

"Uh, no thanks," Kwan said in disbelief.

"I said hand over your—"

Dash tilted his head, "Buddy, the Box Ghost is more threatening than this,"

"I'm pretty sure the box knife is sharper too," Kwan added. "We need to be on the other side of this alley, so if you could do this later?"

The man sputtered and aimed at Kwan, taking the polite dismissal like fighting words. Kwan rolled his eyes, sidestepping, and Dash snatched the knife out of his hand.

They kept walking, continuing the discussion on how football would be different in college.

The man didn't try to stop them again.

---

Lester: Great news!

Mikey: ?

Lester: My greatest fear is no longer failing the STAs!

Mikey: makes sense, since we already took it. Mikey: What made you realize?

Lester: Oh, some guy with a bag on his head gassed the street.

Mikey: that's why my parents said I couldn't go.

Lester: Fright's sword was worse to be honest, Our group is heading back to the hotel to sleep it off.

Mikey: How's that?

Lester: Not the first time I've been in a vehicle with shadow monsters.

Lester: Did you see they're making a Doom the Movie?

---

"I disarmed it,"

"You disarmed it," the officer repeated

"Yeah," the young woman sounded more like she was saying 'duh' . "Wasn't even that complicated! I didn't even need Star's help."

"It was a lame bomb." The blond, Star, agreed.

"Super lame! Everyone always makes Gotham out to be soooo dangerous, but a toddler could dismantle this!" The Latina woman kicked some electrical components with a high heeled foot. "Let's get out of here, find some place interesting!"

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* group chat created *

Danny: A group chat with 47 people, delightful

Dick (this is his name lol): It's not that bad...

Tim: sibling groupchat

Danny: Cool, can I add my sisters?

* multiple people are typing *

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Only 2 of 4 chaperones still have adequate knowledge of where their group has split off to. Lancer because he is hypervigulant and half his group went joined another group.

Group 2's chaperone because they got gassed and decided it was a good day for a midday nap and their students agreed.

Everyone else is in the wind and will show up at dinner.

STA stands for school testing acronym, I'm so creative!

@shyrebeldonutpickle *bonks you on the head with my creep stick* no threatening in my replies!

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[simplyender]

You previously mentioned that Johnathon probably had a less than ideal childhood. If you are still in the mood for headcanons, would you mind sharing your thoughts on his upbringing/childhood/adolscence? The good, the bad, whatever comes to your mind. Thank you! (I wonder if he was still roommates with Quentin Beck in the movieverse)

Thank you so much for asking!!!! Sorry about taking so long to respond, work has been exhausting for me, and I really want to give my best answer, hence why I stew over asks quite a bit, lol

ANYWAY,

• Apparently, The Spot from the comics is originally from Spokane. Yeah, I'll incorporate that one in to my personal beliefs.

• He reads to me as having come from an upper-middle-ish class family.

• Only child, but his parents were frequently busy with their jobs, and when they were around, they didn't exactly have or bother to make the time for him.

• Pretty judgemental parents in general.

• Despite that, he still spent a fair amount of time trying to prove himself worthy of their attention, a difficult task with...Mixed results, mostly leaning towards failure.

• One of my friends was once like "There was definitely a time where he wanted to show them something he made and got snapped at for bothering them.", and yeah I totally agree with that.

• Over time he became more reclusive, spent more time in his room than anywhere else. He preferred reading, learning to code, and working on his own little projects over socializing, something he wasn't all too skilled at. It wasn't like there was much to socialize with at home, anyways, considering he would either be ignored or treated like a nuisance a solid 90% of the time.

• This was a double edged sword, though, since he'd also been yelled at for "being in his room all the time" a few times.

• Was used as a scapegoat quite often.

• After a certain point he moved on to trying to get his validation through other means. High grades, impressive science projects, plans to become a scientist and making the biggest damn breakthrough ever seen, do something that will change the world forever. Because then nobody could ignore him or treat him like he's less if he managed that.

• But obviously they're not the worst in his mind because they helped pay for college, so,,,,,,

edit: actually thought about this some more and he probably got a scholarship. oops lol idk high academics.

• Saw the 1933 Invisible man at a young age and absolutely loved it, he spent a short period of time trying to figure out how to make himself invisible, and kind of wished that dr. Jack Griffin was his real dad and that also maybe he'd kill his parents, healthy and not worrying thoughts from a probably 8 year old. It's been around 25+ years since then, but he'd still get seriously embarrassed if somebody brought up his old attempts.

• Had a massive growth spurt in his early teenage years, which automatically put a target on his back for even more bullying.

• Started experimenting with his fashion and putting some more work in to his appearance close to the end of high school. Still sucked at keeping up with haircuts and remembering to shave, though.

• Was probably at his peak in college, honestly. Nicest place he's been in. Least bullying he's experienced. He even made a friend or two!

• IMO he was totally roommates with Quentin in this universe too, they were on different tracks, but all in all, they got along pretty well! John was happy to help him with with whatever he was working on, although, John mostly kept his personal stuff to himself (still appreciated the extra hand with carrying things...), or at least tried to. Whether he was listened to or not is another matter entirely. When they collaborated, they were a real dream team. Unfortunately, they kinda fell out of contact after college, so it was a pretty big surprise to John when Mysterio got caught and it was released that his old college roommate had become a supervillain.

....Which only further entrench him in the "I'm meant to be Spider-Man's nemesis" mindset, by the way.

[thenixkat]

Reading the Invasion event and this starts off not well what do you mean humans are the only sapient species in the universe that has power variation. That all other species are uniformly the same and dont have their own metas. That's bad writing

referencing the shit writing in Melinnium. Just… imagine being able to write humans as the most unique specialist fuckers in the whole universe and not being embarrassed by that at all

that every other kind of person in the universe isnt special, that they're all the same and all take notice of how special the humans are

The Thanagarians continue to be among the worst Thanagarians, the ruling ones at least, hate Earth b/c of Hawkman and Hawkwoman.

what do you mean their wings are fake and they cant actually fly why would you do that so they're just another basically human alien species? that sucks of course the key to the anti-life equation is on Earth b/c Earth is the fucking center of the damn universe

the most important planet ever

not the Thanagarians outright stated to be fascist police

Me @ DC pls hire more furry artists to design yer aliens. Shit would look so much better just ugh

just the repeated insistence that humans are the only diverse sapient species in the universe is just so fucking bad just the whole 'no one else in the universe is diverse [ignoring the new gods]' is a fantastic excuse to draw a bunch of identical aliens

I know that Australia getting fucked by aliens yet again isnt going to have any long term effects The Spectre is not allowed to do shit about aliens invading Earth and killing people b/c the Lords of Order said no. The Lords of Order are just fucking useless

The Spectre has been ordered by the Lords of Order to stop the other magic heroes from doing shit about the alien invasion

The Lords of Order are worse than useless apparently yes, evil ass warmongering aliens have come to genocide humanity but since they aren't following the Lords of Chaos magic fuckers have been barred from doing shit lest the Lords of Chaos decide to take interest and side with the aliens

Man the folks behind DC really said fuck the magic heroes they are not allowed to solve shit why the fuck did the president of the USA tell Waller to not send the superpowered slaves to go fight the aliens?

the president also told the Justice League to wait and not act

The UN debating on giving in to the invader's demands of handing over all the superheroes b/c totally the aliens will stop invading if the humans hand over their strongest defenders

The UN doesnt give up the superheroes. B/c enough of them have some amount of intelligence also why does Australia have so few superheroes?

Maxwell Lord makes aliens and people as separate categories like he doesnt have several alien coworkers and there's not a bunch of alien superheroes in the crowd he's addressing. Rude

Amanda Waller suggests that they call in the supervillains to help defend the earth from alien invaders So the alien invaders thus far have only captured one hero, the only fucking Australian superhero apparently, and killed only one hero, a member of the Doom Patrol

Also none of the superheroes have any qualms against killing aliens, especially the less humanoid ones Even Superman and Batman, the top proponents of 'no kill rule', said murdering nonhumans is a-ok Ted has bombs for some reason Ted has Beetle Bombs and its wild to me that the writers and artists had him leave the Bug to fight fuckers on the ground when he'd be more effective in his weaponized mecha airship of course the extremely human-looking Daximites get saved and dont get splatted. But the less human-looking fuckers? dead as shit

one fucker decided to actually reserch the fucking metagene and made a gene bomb to disable Earth's metahumans. Ignoring how many augmented, tech using, and straight up nonhuman supers are around huh so the Coluan we've been seeing in space jail is one of Braniac 5's ancestors?

just everyone's ok with killing the aliens that dont look exactly like humans like man if i were a person living on earth that didnt look like a standard human I'd be concerned with the nonhuman looking=not a person mentality with superheroes

of course the very human-looking (who all look like white people its disturbing) Daxamites have switched sides and are helping Earth

all the human-looking aliens are white people, very uniform looking white people, it is disturbing. Just zero thoughts by the artists of the implications of making all the human-looking aliens ALL WHITE

at least with the Earth forces there's like… 4 notwhite people, It's still very bad but like it's better than zero

Deadman possesses an alien and makes them blow their own head off

I assume he also sent the massage that dissolved the alien alliance by possessing another fucker

also you'd think Russia, Australia, Cuba, and several Pacific Islands getting befucked by war with aliens would have a major impact on the world and global economics. You'd be wrong Invasion is 3 books long but there's so much supplementary reading that fuckers think the audience should pay to see

the gene bomb detonates. ALso this motherfucker thinks every hero on Earth is a metahuman and has powers, could not be more wrong

so all the metahumans are getting sick and their powers going out of control man, the superheroes saved the day and then like an hour later are causing havoc around the world

the supervillains are feeling the gene bomb too

The nonpowered heroes and nonhuman heroes have to save the day from their ill comrades

and next phase of the illness all the meta pass the fuck out

Invasion keeps implying that the source of the metagene shit in the human body is in a gland or something in the neck

humans in the dc universe have a gland in the neck that if certain individuals are stressed enough turns them into metas

the fucking superpower gland Maxwell Lord really just kept working till he passed the fuck out

Bullshit Batman carried Major Force's large matter dense ass to the meta hospital to dump infront of the people in charge

Also Batman, the jackass, drops an ill unconscious person on the floor on purpose

The heroes get the antidote, just took a long space trip SUperman's been absent b/c he doesnt trust himself to be on Earth b/c of recent subconscious activities

and that's the end of Invasion

[yellowocaballero]

I love your reverse robin series!!!! Question how different do you think things would be if Tim was found earlier? Like maybe Damian sneaked into Ghul base for reasons and found Tim getting dipped into the lazarus pit or maybe Young Justice are like giving respect to Tim's grave and being like "We wish you were here" and then Tim's hand just shot up giving everyone involved a heart attack?

Ooo idea :eyes emoji:. and ftw if anybody gets an idea and are intersted in writing it, please do so and I would love to see it.

If I'm remembering correctly, the League took a confused Jason and dripped a lot of poison in his ear and turned him against Bruce. They fed him a lot of bullshit that he believed, basically. They definitely did the same to Tim, but Tim's...frankly, a lot smarter, and I think the minute his head cleared up remotely he stopped buying it and started turning around and using them right back for weapons and resources. Definitely still super toxic, but Tim was way harder to manipulate. I don't think Tim genuinely blamed Bruce for his death - I think he just wanted to hurt him. I think Tim wanted to be a monster, to make himself into somebody just as awful as he thought he was, and all the Red Hood stuff was just in service of that so he could commit another suicide by Bruce (His fucked up brain thought Bruce would want to kill him once he went supervillain).

So all that said! I think we'd basically be asking "what would happen if Tim got help immediately instead of fucking around for several years with enablers and in terrible environments". So I think like, obviously he would be a LOT less fucked up. He'd recover mentally sooner and more thoroughly. The feelings from everybody around him would be really different - they wouldn't be struggling with mixed feelings from basically having just gotten over his head and come to terms with it, only to see him pop back up again way worse.

His death was still the worst possible death anybody can have (I DIDN'T MAKE THAT SHIT UP! I DIDN'T! THAT ONE WASN'T FUCKING ME! I LIFTED THAT DEATH! WATCH RETURN OF THE JOKER! WHICH MADE ME FUCKING CRY WHEN I WAS THIRTEEN!). And that would still necessitate. A shitton of recovery. But he'd have actual support and wouldn't be forced to rely on self-medication. Things would probably end up be -

No. No, it would be worse. He'd be worse. Because he would try to pretend it never happened, and everybody around him would try to pretend it never happened, and the entire family would try to go back to normal. And Tim would still be left with the severe PTSD on top of the pre-existing depression, and he wouldn't do a thing about it or tell anybody. And he'd fester like that. And, eventually, become somehow worse than 'canon'.

The drugs & acting out were a cry for help, because Tim is physically incapable of asking for help. Things had to become that bad for Tim to get the help he needed. In a way, it was a good thing that things became that bad - that Tim externalized that pain, that he couldn't bottle it up anymore. If Tim never reached rock bottom, then he'd keep on going as he was until he did - and that explosion would be worse than ever.

Probably not the answer you expected lol but thinking about it, it's definitely true. Thanks for the question, it was interesting to think about!

[milarqui]

Scarlet Lady: The Collector

Directory - Volpina

The old man glanced at the Kwami of Destruction, who, true to form, flitted around without a care for the world.

“You know you weren't meant to bring him here, Plagg,” he chided the Kwami, who smirked.

“Yeah, yeah, you'll change your tune when you see what we brought!”

“Wait, you two know each other?” Adrien asked.

“Of course!” another voice said, and another kwami, this one resembling a turtle, flew out from behind the old man. “He's the last of the Miraculouses' Guardians! Hi, I'm Wayzz!”

“And the one who chose you to be a hero, Chat Noir.”

He clenched a fist.

He felt an eye twitch.

This was the guy responsible for some of the worst things he'd ever had to deal with in his entire life?!

“So you're also the one who chose Scarlet Lady?” he asked, and he knew that the old man had understood the message, given his utter panic.

“W-Wait!” he replied, and stood up, opening a box in the form of a gramophone. “I'm investigating how she obtained the Earrings. Which is difficult since I don't know who she is.”

He showed him a box that had an engraving similar to the one in his book's cover and opened it. It contained five sockets, each looking like a singular piece of jewelry... but only one was full, a yellow hair comb with black stripes. He recognized one that fit with the ring.

“However, my focus has been split between that, and finding the Peacock and Butterfly Miraculouses, as well as the Grimoire. It is fortunate you found it! It contains spells for new superpowers that I can decipher for you!” he said, closing the box and returning it to its hidey hole.

Adrien flipped through the book and suddenly grimaced.

He didn't want to know, but he had to.

“You mean I have to share powerups with Scar?”

“My condolences.”

Yeah, he didn't want to know.

The man – who presented himself as Fu – made some tea for both of them, while Plagg and Wayzz played around, as they hadn't met in months; Adrien smiled as the two kwamis enjoyed a game that quite resembled Tag, but flying.

“You know,” Fu said, checking the book, “I always suspected whoever had the Grimoire would have the Butterfly and Peacock Miraculous.”

“Huh?”

“How did you obtain this Grimoire, Adrien?”

“It's my dad's.”

Fu blinked.

“Ah...”

Yeah, that was kind of a bummer.

----

“You worried about your dad?” Plagg asked. They were on their way back from Fu's, and Adrien felt like a storm was about to blow all over him.

“Of course! Him being a supervillain almost makes too much sense. It's practically cliché.”

The story's big bad being a hero's parent? He had lost count of the stories where that happened.

“It'll be hard to investigate, though, since I never see him,” Adrien said, pushing the door open. He needed to return to his room and–

“Adrien, where've you been?”

“Uhhh...” For God's sake, you're never here when I need you, but the moment I wanted you distracted, you show up? Make up your mind!

“Go to your room.”

As much as he would like to do otherwise, he obeyed his father, who followed him there and immediately brought out a tablet, showing him a photo of him.

Unfortunately, it was a photo that showed him taking the Grimoire.

“Why did you take the book?” his father asked, clearly angry.

The idea that his father may be Hawkmoth, plus these past months' work as Chat Noir, probably informed his decision to reply in the least helpful way possible.

“Uh, it has superheroes in it? Why do you have it?” he fired back.

“First you betray my trust, and now you give me attitude?!”

You're one to talk, and you haven't answered the question, Adrien thought.

“Obviously, going to school has been a negative influence,” his father stated, fortunately unaware of what he was thinking. “I'm pulling you out immediately.”

Adrien froze for a moment. The best thing that had happened to him in years (because if it weren't for school, he would have never met Nino, Alya, Marinette!, the others, and he wouldn't have had a chance to have a normal life) and his father wanted to take it from him.

You want to play dirty, Père? I can play dirty, too.

He pulled out his cellphone.

“Are you ready for the PR nightmare when I tell my friends – one of which has personal ties to Nadja Chamack – about you keeping me prisoner here?”

His father froze. Gabriel Agreste had clearly expected him to meekly accept such a disproportionate punishment. Instead, he had revealed he had a big gun, was aiming below the waterline – and wasn't afraid of pulling the trigger.

“You're... grounded?” he said after a few sweaty moments. “For a month?”

“Better. You almost sound like a parent.”

Even if he was still punished, he would take it as a victory. The Parthian shot was just a bonus.

----

As usual, Chloé was happy – even humming! – for some unknown reason that escaped Tikki's mind, and as much as she hated the usual consequences, she had to ask.

“Why are you in such a good mood?”

“Why wouldn't I be?” Chloé crowed. “Now that I've shattered Lila's credibility, everyone will go back to worshipping their true Queen – me!”

Yes, she hated it.

Instead of pointing out that no one in her class would spit on her if she was on fire, she went for the most obvious part of why Chloé shouldn't be happy.

“Yesterday was a train wreck and a half and you know it. You didn't even get the book!”

Of course, that was the moment Chloé's cellphone dinged.

“Oh! A text from Adri-darling!” Chloé drowned her out.

“Ugh.” Times like this, she wondered why she kept trying.

----

The students were getting ready for class, with some of them talking to each other about the day's business, hoping they'd be able to hang out in the approaching holidays –

“WHAT?!”

The scream that shook the air was so shrill that it would have probably destroyed the windows if it had been just a bit closer. Several of the students held their hands above the heart, feeling a suspicious lack of beating for a few moments, while others ended up dropping some of their belongings. Poor Nathaniel had to deal with a combination of a tear in his drawing and a pencil with a broken tip.

Sabrina sighed. The only person that could have uttered such a crime against nature was someone she knew, and she also knew she would probably have to deal with the consequences.

----

When Marinette arrived to class, it was to the usual scene of Chloé making... well, a scene. She was crying over a table, while Sabrina did her best to pat her in the back, while everyone watched, bemused.

“What's with her?” she asked Nino.

“THE WORST POSSIBLE THING HAS HAPPENED!” Chloé shrieked. “ADRIEN'S NEVER COMING BACK TO SCHOOL! EVER!”

Ignoring Chloé's histrionics (while also wondering what kind of sucky mascara she used that was running all the way down her face), she looked at Nino, trusting him to tell her things in a less Chloé-ish way.

“Actually, he's just grounded. He's just gonna miss the last two days of school before the break.”

Alright, that made a bit more of sense.

“HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN TO ME?!”

Marinette looked at Chloé in disgust and annoyance. When Chloé was in 'Chloé Bourgeois makes everything be about her' mode, she was particularly insufferable.

“You're not grounded.” Dumbass.

“He lost his old man's super rare book,” Nino explained, showing her the message Adrien had sent him. “So, not totally unreasonable.”

Wait, book? The one I found?

“Huh? But I–”

“THE BOOK! THAT WITCH LILA STOLE IT! SHE'LL PAY FOR THIS, WHERE IS SHE?!”

“Apparently, she caught a cold,” Rose said, sadly. “Poor thing.”

“How would you know that anyway, Chloé?” Alix asked, looking with suspicion.

Chloé ignored the question and decided to assault Marinette, who had her hands full trying to shove her away.

“CLASS REP! YOU HAVE HER NUMBER, DON'T YOU?! GIVE IT TO ME!”

“I'm not letting you harass her, especially when I gave Adrien the book back!”

----

Chloé didn't even bother to stay in class, leaving in order to carry out her revenge.

“C'mon, we gotta track down Liar Rossi! This is all her fault!” she yelled, uncaring of the fact that only a door or two kept her from being heard by other people.

“But Marinette said–” Tikki tried to reason out, but since when had Chloé listened to reason? Particularly when it wasn't in her interest to do so.

“Tikki, Spots On!”

----

“A cold, huh?” Alya asked.

“Makes sense, after walking around in winter, soaking wet,” Alix pointed out.

“Yeah, well, she deserves it.”

“You're still mad? It's not that big a deal.”

“Easy for you to say! It's not your blog that she lied on!”

“Okay, okay, you don't have to forgive her.”

You could remember that you were the one that chose to publish the interview, though.

----

Playing foosball by yourself, Adrien thought, is boring.

Hell, the only reason he was getting any entertainment out of this was because Plagg was willing to play the goalie!

“At least your father didn't find out about me! Lucky I don't show up in pictures and videos!”

He had to agree with that. If his father was actually Hawkmoth, him finding out about Plagg would have spelled disaster.

“Just bites that I'm grounded for the whole break.”

Whatever Plagg was about to say was drowned out by what sounded like a large fragile object breaking in pieces.

Which was followed by several more similar noises. And, judging by the direction, it was obvious where it was all coming from.

“Yikes,” Plagg said, although he couldn't avoid grinning a little: destruction was part of his portfolio, after all!

“Père's taking it really hard. Maybe he really is Hawkmoth.” He turned to look at Plagg. “I guess we should tell Scar.”

“Aren't you grounded?” Plagg asked, surprised.

“You know who's not grounded?” Adrien replied, smirking and giving Plagg the finger guns.

“Eyyy!” Plagg almost felt like crying. His kit was properly learning the art of being a rogue!

----

The matter of Adrien stealing the Grimoire – something that she had never thought would happen, Adrien was too nice a boy to delve into such actions – shook her up a bit, but didn't keep her from continuing her job. She was a professional, and she would keep working unless M. Agreste dismissed her.

At the same time, she wondered what M. Agreste was planning. She had heard him breaking several large objects – if she had to hazard a guess, she would say the mannequins he used for his work at home – but couldn't tell how that could be related to the previous event: she knew M. Agreste, and she knew he wouldn't be one to delve into fits of rage.

“NATHALIE!” M. Agreste yelled, but his voice sounded... different.

He suddenly kicked the doors to his office, forcing her to jump away.

“You'll be the first on my list of inspiration!”

“Agh!” she shouted, crashing against the ground, and she turned to look at him.

“M. Agreste... the fuck.” She wasn't prone to using such words, but the event merited it.

“Call me The Collector!” M. Agreste – who was wearing something that resembled his usual suits, but less dignified and with more colors, as well as a set of butterfly glasses, a hairdo that made him resemble a zebra and a pair of heeled shoes – declared, holding a blank book in his hands.

And he was sparkling.

Nathalie glared at the man.

This was your master plan? Fake becoming akumatized and send a butterfly at yourself?

“I'm going to hit you when you lose,” she stated, before she became trapped into the book.

Screw him being her employer, she was officially pissed off.

----

“Adrien!” the Collector said, kicking in the doors to his son's room. “You'll be a great... piece...”

Too late, he realized that the room was bereft of human presence. Particularly of the one person that should be inside.

“What's the point of ground my son if he's not here when I attack him as an Akuma?!” he said. Seriously, the boy didn't have any respect for his elders anymore!

----

Tracking Scar was easy – she wasn't the only one with features that told him where a partner was – and he quickly set off for her. The sooner this got through, the better.

He finally found her just a few minutes away from school, which was good because this would be a good place to plan out how to deal with the situation.

“There you are, you mangy –” she started.

“Yeah, yea, listen up,” he interrupted her. “I got a lead on Hawkmoth.”

“Now?! Lila Rossi is more imp–”

“Shut up,” he interrupted her again. He wasn't in the mood to discuss the Italian girl. “It's Gabriel Agreste.”

----

If I defeat Hawkmoth, my reign as Scarlet Lady is over! I'd only be celebrated for a few months after!

“He fits the profile: total recluse, financially stable, a total dick, you're not listening...”

She didn't pay him any mind, as she realized the silver lining.

But then I get to comfort my poor, lonely Adrien!

“You know, your poker face sucks.”

----

Scar eventually deigned herself to do something and followed him to the Agreste mansion, entering through the window to Gabriel's office – where they found multiple mannequins strewn around the floor, along with folders and paper pieces containing some of his work.

“Ugh. Someone threw a temper tantrum,” Scar noted, and the perfect retort was on his lips before he could think it.

“You would know exactly what that looks like.”

“What'd you say?!” Scar yelled. He ignored her.

The noises coming from the main hall were much more important, after all. He ran out of his father's office, followed closely by Scar, and they found the Akuma at the top of the stairs. It was clearly his father, if dressed in something he knew he wouldn't want to get caught dead with.

“Where's Adrien?!” Scar shrieked.

“Where's Gabriel?” he asked. If his father was truly Hawkmoth, then he might actually make a mistake or something.

“There is no Gabriel, there is only–”

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY ADRIEN?! LUCKY CHARM!” Scar immediately shouted, bringing out the object meant to be used to fight this Akuma.

“Why do I even bother with my evil monologues?” the Collector complained, while Scar looked at the object with obvious confusion.

“What even is this?!”

Being more world-knowing – even with the seclusion that came from being Gabriel Agreste's son – he decided to tell her.

“It's a bike pedal.”

“A what?!”

What a surprise.

Putting the pedal to her waist, she wielded her yo-yo and tossed it at the Collector.

“Take this!” she shouted.

“NO!” he shouted, but it was too late.

“Thanks, I will!” the Collector said, as the yo-yo got trapped into the Akuma's book.

“EEK!” she shrieked. She had certainly never expected to lose her main weapon like that.

Not that she normally uses it, anyway, he thought.

“You idiot, retreat!” he ordered, and for once Scar was willing to obey and get away.

“A fine addition, isn't it?” the Collector stated, smirking.

Chat Noir grabbed a chair and tossed it as hard as possible.

“GET BENT!”

Before leaving the room, he was satisfied to see the chair smacking the Collector in the face.

Chat Noir – somewhat reluctantly – led Scar to his room, having had an idea that could probably give them the opening they needed.

“You won't escape me!” the Collector shouted.

“Creepy,” Scar said, and for once Chat Noir agreed with her.

“We gotta fill his pages!”

Looking up, he jumped to reach his DVD collection close to the ceiling, the one he needed a ladder to access, and waited. Hopefully, using it to trap the Collector would work, and also hopefully the Miraculous Cure would at least restore them if they broke.

Just in time, the Collector entered, aiming for Scar.

“I will immortalize you!”

“Cataclysm!”

The wardrobe containing the DVDs decayed, allowing him to access its contents – and he began to throw everything at the Collector, distracting him as he kept trying to put everything that was raining on him into his book.

“Ah! Ugh!” He was fast, but not enough to avoid getting hit multiple times.

“Scar, the book!”

Grabbing the pedal, she swung it at him –

“TAKE THAT!”

– and she hit the Collector in the hand, forcing him to drop the book.

“OW!”

Jumping off his perch, Chat Noir quickly ripped the book apart, freeing the black butterfly as well as everything the Akuma had collected, including the yo-yo, which Scar used to purify the butterfly and then cast the Miraculous Cure.

----

So, that's how it feels, he thought. While his accepting of the Akuma butterfly allowed him to retain consciousness, it was still a heady feeling to come out of akumatization.

“What hap–! Where's Adrien?!” he said; he did have to play out his role of 'innocent victim'.

“That's what I wanna know!” Scarlet Lady demanded, but clearly Chat Noir wasn't keen on further dealing with his partner.

“Don't worry, your son is probably hiding,” he said, grabbing Scarlet Lady by the waist as their amulets kept beeping.

“HEY!”

“He'll show up soon enough. Au revoir!” Chat Noir declared, jumping out of the window while Scarlet Lady kept insulting him.

“See you soon. Heheheh!”

That was when a recovered Nathalie smacked him hard in the back of the head.

…

Alright, he may have deserved that.

----

Fu listened patiently as Adrien told him of the encounter with this newest Akuma, and the successful resolution of the event.

“Since he was akumatized, my dad can't be Hawkmoth, right?”

“Very probable,” he admitted, inwardly lamenting that the first lead he had had in months had gone nowhere.

“I feel bad for giving him a hard time now.” He sighed. “But I'm still grounded unless I return the book, which isn't really an option. I'm totally gonna miss Marinette's birthday party.”

“Says who?” Fu replied, pulling out his cellphone and beginning to take photos of every page.

“Ooh! So I can give the book back?!” he said, smiling.

“How could I come between you and the girl you love?”

“Huh?!” Adrien said, blushing up to his ears.

“I know everything, Adrien.”

Save for the two things I would really want to know, that is.

----

Much to his shock, he found Marinette waiting inside, talking to his father.

“So, I'm just confused why you think–” she was telling his father.

“Marinette?” he asked, confused.

“Adrien!” his father said, either unbothered for his foray into unwilling superpowered villainy or just hiding it very well. “Mlle. Dupain-Cheng was explaining that she found the book and already returned it to you. Is this true?”

Thank goodness Fu allowed me to bring it back! he thought, pulling the book out of his bag.

“Sure is!”

“Why did you not say so before?”

“Would you have listened?” he replied, crossing his fingers behind his back.

It's not like I had it on me! he thought. He wasn't the only one capable of dealing in deflecting questions, after all.

Fortunately, his father's awkward cough told him that he had fallen for his half-lie.

At least, there was that.

----

In the end, Adrien's father decided that he could lift the punishment from him, since it was technically his fault that Adrien hadn't returned the book, and left her and Adrien to say their goodbyes.

“Thanks for getting me un-grounded, Marinette!” Adrien replied, smiling, and she felt herself blushing.

“Oh, I didn't do much in the end,” she said, giving a hand wave.

“You headed home?”

She sighed, and smiled at him.

“I've got another stop first.”

Saying her goodbyes – and with Adrien promising to call her later – she left for the second target of the afternoon. She had to check on someone else.

Finally arriving to her destination, she resolutely knocked on the door, which opened a few moments later to show the face of a tall woman that clearly resembled her daughter in an older format.

“Yes?”

“Hello, Mme. Rossi!” she greeted, waving a hand. “I'm Marinette, the class rep for Lila's class. May I come in?”

The woman bid her in and asked if she wanted some tea, which she accepted.

“It's so nice of you to check on Lila!” the woman gently said. “How unlucky for mia bella to catch a cold on her first day of school! Lucky we're so close to the end of the semester. She'll catch up in no time!”

The woman sighed, sipping on her hot tea.

“Marinette, Lila wouldn't tell me why she came home soaking wet. Do you know what happened?”

Before Marinette could answer, Lila – wearing her pajamas and a very flushed face – came running from the corridor and slid into view, making the picture behind her actually vibrate.

“Mamme, didn't you need to go grocery shopping?!” Lila asked, talking too fast for it to be just an attempt to remind her of something.

“Oh, that's right!” the woman said. “Marinette, I apologize, there are some things I need to buy. Is it alright by you?”

“Well, sure. I just needed to do a couple of things apart from seeing Lila. I shouldn't disturb her too much.”

“Good, good. Now, Lila, you go back to your room, you're still running a fever. I'll be back soon, mia cara.” She gave a kiss to Lila, grabbed a bag and her purse and left, while Marinette followed Lila to her room.

“Why are you here?” the Italian asked, giving the back to her.

“Mme. Bustier wanted to pass on this pa–”

“I'm not going back to school,” Lila interrupted.

“Huh?”

“What's the point? Everyone knows I lied and Scarlet Lady humiliated me! My social life is over before it even began!” she said, sitting on her bed.

“So you're running away?” Marinette asked, sitting next to her. “You think you can trick your mom and miss a whole year of school?”

“You underestimate my power,” she replied, giving a weird grin.

“Good lord,” she whispered, before rallying back. “Why did you lie anyway?”

“Cuz it's fun!”

“Huh?!” What was so fun about lying?

“Well... it became fun. At first it was a defense – new kid syndrome or whatever – since I'd move so much,” she explained. “After a while I started seeing how far I could push it. How crazy I could get with my stories. Like a game!”

She pulled her knees up and half-hid behind them.

“But the game's over. Scarlet Lady ruined everything and everyone loves her. No one will be on my side.”

“Yeah, no, Scarlet Lady sucks,” Marinette replied, disgusted, and causing Lila to turn to look at her with surprise. She stood up and grabbed her backpack, having left the papers on her table. “Look, I don't like liars. But Scarlet Lady is the biggest liar I know, so I'd pick you over her any day. And just so you know, Rose was worried about you. And Alix stopped Chloé from spreading rumors about you.”

Lila now looked really surprised, and pondering at Marinette's words, before she continued.

“What I'm trying to say is that you're gonna have to earn back some trust, but... you're not as alone as you think. Maybe rethink your assumptions before you give up,” she finished, walking to the door and making her way back home at last.

----

The next day was the last before the Christmas break, and the mood was quite festive, if only a bit subdued due to how two of their own were missing.

Then a car gently stopped at the school's gates, and Adrien came out of the back door.

“Hey guys!” he said, cheering up.

“DUDE!” Nino shouted, and ran to hug Adrien. “You're free!”

“Ahaha!” Adrien laughed as he returned the hug.

“Adri-darling! You came back for me!”

Adrien dodged her and went for Marinette, the one that had allowed him to return.

Chloé crashed into the ground.

“Agh!”

Nobody cared, as they were all busy greeting Adrien.

“Welcome back!” everyone said, their moods lifted by the turn of good luck.

----

Nathalie, now more willing to listen to her employer without desiring to hit the man (a marathon of The Best of Gabriel Agreste may have been involved in it), followed the man as he checked the book once more and returned it to its safe.

“Why did you bother if you already copied the book?” she asked.

“I did what was necessary to keep my secret,” he said, pushing the buttons that activated the lift to his secret underground base.

As the hole closed above the man, she couldn't help but drop one last retort.

“You're truly the picture of subtlety, sir.”

----

Lila.

Lila.

Lila.

OMG, what Alix?!

LOL, you comin' to Mar's party or wut? It's @4 at the park.

So I've heard.

Come on, come on, you gotta come!

“Again, Alix? Geez, you're relentless.”

----

La Befana

@zoe-oneesama Hawkmoth keeping himself out of trouble by using his powers on himself. Funny, that.

We're getting closer to the debut of our favorite heroine! Only 4 chapters away!

Marinette's Nonna will come before the end of the week!

[avengersrewatch]

E1&2: "The Breakout"

Okay, I'm skipping ahead to the actual episodes, damnit.

"The Breakout" is the episode that forms the Avengers as a team. In that way it is like The Avengers the MCU film. As I have already noted, the Avengers cast is different. Here it is the original cast from the comic books (Iron Man, Hulk, Thor, Ant-man and the Wasp. Captain Americas was NOT one of the original Avengers, though he came in pretty early /nerdrant) .

The story that brings them together is different. In the EMHU, it's been established that SHIELD maintains four super villain prisons (The Big House, The Cube, The Raft, and the Vault) will definitely be exploding (metaphorically ) soon. I believe we have seen the Raft in Captain America: Civil War and The Cube in She-Hulk. I guess the Quantum Realm is basically the Big House for Kang right now.

And, of course, this is the episode where all the super villains break out. Nick Fury, who as director of SHIELD is in charge of the prisons, is both asking these civilians for help, and getting in their way a bit. This is a similar dynamic to what we see in the MCU. They are SORT of doing government work, but not REALLY.

As with most of this series (since it was made in 2010), Iron Man is the focus. We start with him, searching for his "stolen" weapons. And we follow him as he learns about the breakout at the Vault.

I'm not sure if it's coincidence or just that this character has been both a villain and a member of the Avengers, but here Hawkeye, like it the movie, both good and bad. He is "escaping" prison but also helping Tony.

There is something kind of neat about the multiple prison structure here. Each Avenger basically has his own prison to defend, and then all them have to work together in the second part to defeat Graviton. (I think this is the only time it has ever been suggested that Graviton is an important Avengers villain. He's just not a top tier guy like Loki to make them come together for their first fight.) Interestingly, the only other two villains kept at the Raft, which is supposed to be the most secure of the Super Villain prisons are Baron Zemo (who we have seen in Captain America: Civil War and The Falcon and the Winter Soldier) and the Purple Man (who was the main antagonist for Jessica Jones on Netflix). Both are going to come back on this show, so this is setup. But, yeah, Graviton.

Banner/Hulk secures the Cube. Iron Man (and Hawkeye) take care of the Vault. Ant-Man and the Wasp fight at the Big House, and Thor fights with Fury at the Raft.

The montage of all the bad guys getting their powers back is a lot of fun.

We get a tiny bit of MODOK (who is in Ant-Man and the Wasp Quantumania) and, of course, the Leader (who will be the villain in Captain America: New World Order)--though we will see much more of him later in GAMMA WORLD.

We also get Doc Sampson. I wonder if Marvel would still have Ty Burrell play that character if they wanted to bring him in for a Hulk project. I'm gonna guess that unlike Tim Roth and Tim Blake Nelson, he'd get recast.

Thor and Jane Foster's dynamic is very cute here.

There is a bit where Hank Pym says he's "disappointed" in Mandrill and that he had "come so far in counseling" and I just want to say, that is not true. Mandrill is gross. He's the worst. His power is rape. Ant-Man is a terrible counselor. (It's crazy that both Mandrill and Purple Man are included on this show for children. Both rapists.)

Anyway, the second part of the episode reveals that SHIELD made Graviton into a supervillain through weird government experiments. (I don't know why the government keeps experimenting on people in the Marvel Comics or EMH universe. It seems to go badly for them most of the time.) He is, understandably, kind of angry that he was imprisoned without any kind of trail or anything.

Notice it's Tony who rushes in to help Janet, not Hank?

Anyway, I don't really like Janet's part of the fight here. She is mostly considered just a pest, except when she aids Hulk, which is more moral support. She's not really shown as an equal threat as the other Avengers. Later fights will prove she is, but here she's still kind of a joke and I don't like it.

What she does do is suggest the men help each other. As if no human male would ever work with other men on their own. It has to be a lady who is like "let's be a team!" If I were a man I'd be kind of insulted by that.

What's funny is that Graviton lifts New York (???) up as a floating city. They do that in Avengers: Age of Ultron. I guess it's an interesting visual but I would never think to do that if I had powers.

Of course Graviton's downfall is mistakenly saying he is "the strongest one there is" and then immediately getting hit by the Hulk. Hulk, we learn, is stronger than gravity itself. Everyone knows that's his thing. Being strong. And the moment where Hulk is surprised Janet would help him (because he is a monster) is oddly touching, but over-played.

The team triumphantly stands over their fallen foe, a shot that is done very similarly in The Avengers.

Thor likes having new friends and wants to go drinking. Fury suggests they all become SHIELD agents to track down all the former prisoners but Tony wants to do it as a team--just not with SHIELD.

Let's call them the Avengers! (Can we drink now?)

Rating: Recommend!

[eyes-of-mischief]

weekly fic recs | 50

fandoms: disney, mcu, sxf, tgcf

disney/fairy tale

bell for memory by lalaietha

"I am not small, and I have never sparkled. I am a tinker - I mend things made of metal, all metal, except iron - and one of my names has been Bell, because I make them. I can fly, but I do not have wings. I need no children to believe or clap for me to remain, only shadows and thoughts and the dreams of humankind."

Four Things that Weren't Adequately Covered in Mulan's R.A. Training by NaomiK 

Mulan is a Resident Assistant on a dormitory floor at a college. Gosh, some of the students on her floor come from really screwed-up families.

know your place by LunaChai

Shang knows Mulan's secret. The wrong one.

mcu

A Future Shining by icarus_chained

It took Tony a while to notice. To see the increasingly massive sections of memory space that someone had blocked off in JARVIS' systems, the processing power being diverted to something that ... that Tony couldn't breach.

Tony, and JARVIS, and a conversation Tony never, ever thought he'd be having.

Life In Reverse by Lise

Home is where you make it. Or, the AU where Loki falls to Earth after Thor, wanders around trying to work out what to do with himself, and somehow ends up working for SHIELD. (Mostly because supervillains are so plebian.)

Degrees of Separation by plingo_kat

Oh god, what if Jarvis infected Dummy with, with emotions. Jesus Christ.

sxf

beyond the storm by Ahenix 

Loid comes home to an anomaly: closed doors, and silence.

Bloodied Hearts by icarus_chained

(mature) (graphic depictions of violence)

Twilight, while investigating an organisation dedicated to Ostanian purity, is captured by terrorists and awaits death. But before they kill him, they want to bring those he's been close to in, to see if they've been corrupted by him. A cavalcade of secrets are revealed in the aftermath, and three battered hearts have to choose who to give their trust, their loyalty and their love.

(They've already give it. All of them. They just need to realise how much so).

once more with feeling by sometimesiship

(explicit)

Twilight has two simple rules: No unnecessary touching and no unnecessary lying. They've gotten him through the cognitive dissonance that playing house creates, and finally, after four years, peace between Ostania and Westalis is within reach. He just has to kill one man—a man guarded by none other than Thorn Princess.

But when identities are revealed and loyalties come to light, the rules no longer apply. As all three Forgers navigate the minefield that their home life has become, the line between Twilight and Loid begins to blur, begging the question: if your fake wife is the final boss and your pretend daughter knows your every thought, is peace even an option?

Oh, and don't forget about the damn dog.

tgcf

what's in a name by rurinas

In a world where people are born with names written on both wrists, where one is their soulmate and one is their worst enemy, Shi Qing Xuan has the same name written on both wrists: He Xuan.

promise me a place by everyearning (noctiphany)

(explicit)

He doesn’t let He Xuan change forms, but he does allow him to wear a mask as they make their way around town. It’s pretty, an ornate black and gold, something Hua Cheng had made specifically for him, and it covers enough of his face that no one in Ghost City would ever realize who it was that Hua Chengzhu was leading around like a dog on a leash as he conducts business.

But Hua Cheng knows.

Dark Sword, White Flower by Skeleluna04

(graphic depictions of violence, major character death)

Xie Lian never left that coffin. Not truly.

He didn't.

He never escaped it. He did not continue living outside of it.

And now, he has become a Calamity.

Or: Xl dies in the coffin, becomes a Calamity, and meets Hc right before ascending for the third time. Plot ensues.

[bunny--manders]

These two dudes make me feral. They're simultaneously perfect for each other and the worst thing to ever happen to each other. What if you loved a guy so much you'd pull him out of hell but not enough to trust him when he says he's not going to hurt you. What if you had to beat a guy up to stop him from doing terrorism but also you think he'd be a great influence on children. What if your dating damage was so obvious that in the middle of your grandiose supervillain plot two guys who were notorious for trying to murder each other had to work together to give you relationship advice.

The thing that makes me absolutely insane over Posalis as a ship is the way they clearly see something worth fighting for in each other even though objectively the object of their affection is just a messed up little freak. Living in a mansion with your super smart super hot billionaire childhood best friend is one thing, building a home in the hopes of sharing it with that ex-librarian with a major attitude problem is something else entirely. Pitching a fit all over Saint Petersburg because you've been betrayed by the love of your life is a properly tragic romantic thing to do, but doing it for an unemployed disfigured former swim coach is a whole different kind of tragic. They're both dramatically pining over the most anticlimatic guy you could possibly pick as the object of your obsession. There's something indescribably charming about the way they both met a guy with nothing going for him and could not go on without that pathetic little man. Loser 4 loser dating.

[suzukiblu]

👉👈 do you have any more of the dubcon ( ;3c dubKON lol) tim//kon thing with the pining kon?

. . . I actually am not even sure what fic you're referencing so maaaaaybe I have written too many fics, lol.

But like, here's an excerpt from something that at least fits that definition?

Superboy fucking hates Gotham.

Well, not necessarily Gotham, but definitely the Riddler and probably Poison Ivy and, like . . . whoever the fuck else decided to set up a goddamn murder-box puzzle room and lock him in it with a drugged-out-of-his-mind Robin and the worst set of instructions ever.

And especially he hates the fact that apparently the whole damn mess was fucking livestreamed.

"This sucks," he mutters under his breath. Robin stares at him from the other side of the briefing table in the middle of the Batcave, because of course Superboy's first time in the Batcave would only happen because he'd fucked up. Like–of course it would.

"I sexually assaulted you in a supervillain deathtrap in front of the entire internet," Robin says very, very carefully. "And we only survived the experience because said deathtrap had faulty wiring. And that . . . 'sucks'?"

"I mean, very much so, yes," Superboy says. Honestly he's more annoyed about the deathtrap than anything else. Like, he tried really hard to solve that stupid puzzle of Riddler's and it's really annoying that he apparently got it wrong. Which–okay, he was pretty distracted at the time because drugged-up Robin had refused to settle for a handy and had basically bullied him into going down on him, but still. That asshole Riddler and his lame-ass bowler hat had been very fucking clear about how said drugs weren't gonna wear off without Robin getting off and how they'd had very limited time to solve his stupid puzzle in, so Superboy had just kinda tried to . . . multitask it, basically. He'd let out-of-his-mind Robin shove him down and fuck his mouth and just kept his hands on the floor so he could use his TTK a little easier and tried to solve the stupid puzzle with it, just in case Robin wasn't gonna snap out of it fast enough.

It'd very literally been a puzzle, for whatever reason–like one of those weird abstract-looking 3D ones–and probably would've been a lot easier to figure out if he'd actually been able to see it as opposed to having to rely on his TTK feeling it out while the whole thing was all wired up to the table on the opposite side of the deathtrap room, but apparently it hadn't even fucking mattered anyway because of whatever that one fucked up bit in the wiring had been. So like . . . Superboy basically violated a guy he barely knows and already had weird feelings about for no fucking reason whatsoever.

So yeah. This definitely sucks.

"I called you a whore," Robin says, his face absolutely expressionless. Superboy makes a face at him more to be contrary than anything else. "Multiple times. You asked me to stop yanking your hair so hard and I called you a mouthy bitch. And then I yanked your hair harder."

"I mean, I know, I was there," Superboy says, raising an eyebrow at him. And also, like, those are accurate assessments of his character, so . . .

"I made you get down on your knees and shoved my dick in your mouth," Robin stresses, his jaw going tight. "Which was livestreamed and is now on the internet. Where it will never go away. Ever. And anyone who feels like it can just go and google it."

"They probably shouldn't, I'm assuming that'd count as underage porn," Superboy says with a shrug. "At least, I'm not eighteen yet, dunno about you. Actually I'm like . . . two, max. Probably not even that. Although I dunno, I was sixteen-ish when I got out of Cadmus, maybe I do count as eighteen by now? Technically?"

Robin gets up and goes over to the trash can by the computer and throws up in it. Superboy . . . blinks.

"Uh," he says. "You okay, man?"

"No," Robin says. Then he throws up in the trash can again.

Awkward, Superboy thinks, trying not to wince.

[crithaus]

Percy being 'like that' in perpetuity is so very in character and funny and I'm still not over it truly. He's a shitty little bastard to literally everyone he knows, this coming from someone who loves him dearly, he's a bratty, snooty posh dickhead to everyone and despite that he had Keyleth, Vax, Vex, Pike and god only knows the guests and NPCs crushing on him at least a little bit, yes his heart is very big and he can be so so so sweet and kind and loving to those who have earned his affections but even to Keyleth, his best friend (re: every moral argument they have ever had), and Vex his beloved wife, (re: truly god I can only remember him flat out telling her absolutely not you scrub go bother someone else when she wanted to help him build her broom's seat but I know there has to be more) he's always had the capacity to be an asshole. Capacity and will without fail or hesitation fall back on being a snooty, aloof, uptight prick. (Edit: no hang on it's time to dogpile on mommy's special little man, in one of the prestream vines he literally threatens to skin someone and make a book out of the people leather and no I don't know the context and I don't need to, there's no way it was justified, this dramatic numbskull has literally always been like this)

Percy's traumatic start was not his fault and I would say that Im on the fence about Orthax being his fault because he says himself that he thought the deal was just a dream, but he does then choose to kick off the whole briarwood arc (starting a fight in Uriel's backyard almost getting them jailed for treason, defingering that one guy, setting that house full of people on fire for a second) and then just go full supervillain for a very long little while, and that most certainly is his fault even if the influencing factors were out of his control, and he fucked up a lot. A lot. And VM, his family, forgave him. Plenty of times. Ressurected him despite the dangers and loved him through his truly worst moments and saved his humanity alongside his life. And now here he is denying Laudna that same chance (while she has altogether done far far less to deserve her death) and I am not at all surprised because he lets his fear direct all of his decisions to an alarming degree. And! Not only that but he is wildly impulsive and has a bad habit of making decisions by himself because by Taliesin's own words Percy always thinks he's the Smartest person in the Room at any given time. He lets fear rule him, he's impulsive, he thinks he knows better than or can outsmart the consequences of his actions, and he's unfortunately very good at eloquently explaining himself. A true recipe for disaster. But, he's scared under it all. Has been for a while.

He's scared of Anna, Delilah, Sylas, it might come off as anger but I'd put money on the fact that that's because he could afford to be angry or at least focus on the anger, cuz he had Orthax gassing him up making him think he actually stood a decent chance at killing them all, he had his family besides him and some decent kills under their belt, he had Anna down an arm locked away in his dungeon cell and they had Pike on their side and Sarenrae with her, but I know they scare him far more deeply than he ever wants to admit (because he doesn't like having situations be out of his control either naturally, cuz the first time that happened he was brutally tortured, orphaned, kicked out of his ancestral home and beset upon by a demon taking maaaajor advantage of him) and now that he's free with most of his soul intact, now that his whitestone is once again full to bursting with life and laughter and children (children he never thought he'd deserve), now that he's settled into the leadership role he never thought he'd be ready for, now that he's settled down into domestic life with his wife whom he loves so much she brought him back to life, he is once again letting that fear (and the certainty as always that his every idea is the only one to have) rule all of his decisions. This is so incredibly on brand for Percy I could puke, and I know he's gonna apologize to Vex for being snippy later so fine Matt, well played I suppose.

Percy might be a dick but he's also a pillar of Vox Machina, these selfish dickheads brought out the very best in that bright young man and I know that with a bit of time he'll pull his enormous head out of his ass and get down to business, righting wrongs and writing lefts in true Vox Machina fashion. He's a hero at heart, even if he is retired, he just needs a bit of time to (over)think it all over.

[sugars-fluffy-escapes]

pspspsps

do you have any hc's for Eddie "The Ler" Munson finding out Y/N's worst tickle spot is their feet?

My lee brain is buzzing w the possibilities-

The way I just had to tuck my feet under my blanket while reading this??? ANON??? JESUSHCHRIST ⚰️🏃🏽‍♀️ (/lh /p) Hcs under the cut because my lee mood self is feeling rambly now ☺️ 🖤

Okay- so, we know that whenever Eddie "The Ler" Munson finds out someone's ticklish, he's gonna have a fuckin field day finding their weak spots, but ohhhh holy shit, is he gonna have a field day if he finds out your feet are your weakest spots.

The first time he finds out, he's gonna get such an impish little smirk on his face. You know how with ticklish spots there are certain smaller ticklish spots within those that are even worse??? Yeah- like with every other weak spot of yours Eddie knows about, he's finding those- He's mentally mapped out every ticklish spot you have, so of course he's finding them 🫢

Okay- I'm feeling brave rn despite how flustered this is making me, so I'll ramble in depth. Eddie's more inclined to use teases that revolve around you being helpless and "unable to escape your tickle-filled destiny" when he gets a spot that renders you defenseless, so I wish you luck if your feet are your most ticklish spots /lh

HE USES THE STUPID (<3) SPIDER TEASE ALL THE TIME BECAUSE HE KNOWS IT WORKS AND HE GETS SO SMUG ABOUT HOW IT GETS YOU EVERY TIME HE DOES IT. Eddie Munson's electric guitar playing self knows exactly how to make his fingers move like a spider and I'm now having to tuck my feet under my blanket while typing this- (MY FEET ARE ALREADY UNDER THE BLANKET 😭 I'M TUCKING THEM IN THE BLANKET AGAIN AGSHDHDHDJ) He'll start spider-walking his hands closer and will act like he wasn't doing anything when you call him out or tuck your legs close to you. But then, when you least expect it, he's gonna snatch your ankles and pull you down the couch so he can tickle you senseless. 🫣

You know the trope of a ler using one friggin finger for tickling a weak spot? 🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️ He'll do that while giving you a tickle villain monologue because he is a NERD <3

Guitar. Picks. He uses those (on every weak spot but he'll be a complete supervillain with this spot. (No bc a tumblr moot told me that there are these guitar picks called finger picks??? AND- THEY LOOK TERRIFYING? (/hj /lh) AHSHSHDHDHF- I absolutely do NOT have a whole note filled with hcs about the "Guitar Pick Apocalypse /s) Knowing Eddie he's probably got at least one ring with a claw shape and he's going to taunt you with it- asshole 🥰

Eddie "Tickle Villain Monologue" Munson uses one friggin finger pick and speaks annoyingly slowly/draws out his words. Don't expect anything to distract him from tickling you either. He'll have your ankles in the crook of his elbow and will spider-tickle your weak spots while casually having a conversation with Steve 🪦 /lh

Trying to watch a movie? Don't rest your legs across his because the first spot he'd target is your feet. And then he'll have the nerve to tell you to pay attention to the damn movie when he's the one tickling a death spot. Eddie's strong and if he ever catches your ankles in the crook of his elbow you'll be stuck like that for a while 💀

Ohdeargod- (I am army crawling my way to finishing these hcs because I'm flustered and hiding my feet under my own legs AND a blanket 🥴 Haaaaaa- there's a reference there) Angry!Ler!Eddie is gonna be your absolute DOOM (<3) if your feet are your death spots. Mock sympathy + laughing/smiling angrily + ruthlessness = rest easy cause you'll be laughing yourself to death /j

The scary thing about this spot/spots, is that Eddie doesn't even look to see where on your foot he's tickling. He knows 🫢⚰️🏃🏽‍♀️ /lh

And now I conclude the hcs with this gif because it sends me spiraling into a major lee mood and whatever you do don't imagine that he's wrestling your hands away and catching your ankles before he tickles you 🥴

Anon I'm in such a lee mood rn OMFG AGSHSHDHFHRJTJ How dare you- /lh /j /p

Thank you for the brainrot it made me giddy 😖🥴❤️ /gen /p

~ Ushu 💙