#I’d like to think that even though Tim’s a grown ass man he still drinks caprisuns like they’re the holy grail

[melucomarket]

For the art request thing, maybe Damian and Tim bonding? Or annoying each other, your choice!

Also, I love your art and hope that you are having an amazing day!! <3

I’ve been seeing that new Damian hairstyle from the ongoing Batman & Robin comics, and well— I think Tim would get a kick out of seeing Damian’s interactions with PTA parent mode Bruce lmaooo

Hope you enjoy! Also TY!💕✨

(and hope you have good day/night as well!)

[lulu-the-nandroid]

Stress Test Anon part 14

Because Pastebin can eat my entire ass if they think I’m gonna Censor my work

>The pills do their job, even at a halved dosage. >Halved because you didn't kick smoking like a chimney and drinking like a fish just to end up some strung out pill popper. >A pleasant numbness replaces the constant angry throbbing at you side, and after a wonderful dinner you tuck in for the first night of restful sleep you've had since you'd been shot. >The next morning is filled with phone calls, bland small talk and false assurances that you aren't still wearing a tinfoil hat over Agustus's death. >With the few feelers you have in regards to the R&D Stress Testers happily spreading and the greatly lessened pain in your side, you decide to take the girls on a walk around town. >Sammy is ecstatic, both at the opportunity to go about town seeing the various cats and dogs and at the fact that you're not in constant misery from your injury. >"Do you think we might see Mr. Clancy's Doberman?" she asked Lulu excitedly "Perhaps whiskers has finally had her litter of kittens!" >Whiskers was a stray cat that had managed to catch Sammy's fancy quite easily, if for no other reason than the fact that the Tabby seemed to be permanently pregnant, always smugly waddling about with a air of feline snootiness. >"Perhaps, though if she has finally given birth we probably won't see much of her" Lulu said, her usual shy logic piercing Sammy's fanciful ponderings with the greatest of ease "She'll more likely than not be somewhere where her kittens aren't at risk of just being snatched up by any passerby" >"Ah, well I suppose that's true" Sammy Groused "I'd still love to see her kittens though!" and there was her indomitable enthusiasm rearing right back up, never to be quelled for long. > You smile at their antics as the three of you leave on your walk, visiting the park where a local folk band is playing for some event or another. >"I don't think I've ever heard this kind of music before!" Sammy says, her head unconsciously nodding along to the music that floats through the air. >"I do believe that it's called Bluegrass?" Lulu supplied helpfully, though she seemed unsure. >"Pretty sure that's what it is" You chip in helpfully "Though I'm honestly mot much of a music buff" you inform while leaning on your cane and smiling widely. >Finally on the last stretch home, the sight of a crowd draws your eye. >"Huh, kinda surprised to see an Entertaining Outmode in these parts" you say, looking at the dancing green android "I guess without Tobias around arresting every single one he sees that they're starting to pop back up" >Lulu and Sammy both immediately became uncomfortable at the sight of the Outmode, which from your eyeballing looked to be an older model of aerobics instructor android, you smiled as it handed a little girl who'd tossed it some change a lollipop, only to grimace as the girl's Nandroid practically dragged her away. >"Let's get a closer look" You say, approaching at a casual gait "Been a while since I've seen a street performance" >Lulu and Sammy shared a slightly concerned glance before following closely behind you. >Digging in your pocket for some change you lean on you cane as you toss it into the hat, receiving a thumbs up from the still dancing android. >But the good mood you've cultivated throughout the day immediately sours as a snide voice stops the dancing android cold. >"Well well well, what do we have here!" Tobias crooned "Not only an illegal outmode, but one breaking the city's ordinance on panhandling?" the rat that walked like a man sarcastically tutted as he stalked forward with a manic grin stretching his still stitched face. >Only to freeze as another voice chipped in, this one causing you to blink. >"Now now Tobias" the soft but gruff voice of Martin West chipped in as the older man walked next to the ratfink bastard and placed a hand on his shoulder, rooting the stitched up fuckwad in place as the people who'd been watching the android quickly made themselves scarce"You've got doctor's order to take things easy, if this here outmode were to grab his money and run" Martin said, gesturing with his eyes at the outmode, that quickly got the message and grabbed his money hat before bolting >"well would you look at that, he got away, damn shame" the man said without a single lick of frustration or annoyance as Tobias went red in the face, only making a keening sound when he saw you smirking at his predicament before storming off. >"Well ain't this a sight for sore eyes" Martin said, finally noticing you "Agustus's lil' pup all grown up" he says with a smirk under his bushy mustache as he holds out a hand for you to shake. >"And you don't look a day over three thousand, you old fart" you fire back with a smirk before shaking his hand "I thought you'd retired to Montana to look after the ol' homestead, what're you doing back in the city with that overgrown rat handcuffed to your leg?" you ask. >"Owed ol' tim tam a favor, and the runt has pretty much made himself a leper after the stress testers told why they threw his ass out" The man grumbles before pulling out a smoke and offering you one "They've got me babysitting him until they can properly transfer him to another town and pretend he doesn't exist" >"I don't smoke anymore, and I'm sorry to hear that you're ball and chained to the little psycho" you reply. >The Man shrugged neutrally before lighting up his cig and taking a long draw of it "Not as much work as you think, after the hide tanning you gave him it's pretty easy to keep the runt in line" >"Sir, we should probably get going, especially if we're going to be making dinner soon" Lulu cut in, shooting a annoyed look at Martin as the man cheekily blew a smoke ring at her. >"That late already?" You ask before looking at your watch and cringing "Damn, well, don't be a stranger Martin!" you say with a wave before turning and starting to head for home. >"I'll be sure to drop by, we can visit proper" The man called to you. >And while you would have preferred to not have seen Tobias today, getting to reconnect with your Mentor's best friend more than made up for it.

[therainroguefanfiction]

🔥 ℝise Ⱥbove I̾t ◈ Chapter 010 [Unfairness]

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〈“There’s a demon inside. Just like Jekyll and Hyde. All this anger inside.” Five Finger Death Punch, “Jekyll and Hyde”〉

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I could feel a presence hovering over me. “Don’t even think about it,” I muttered, opening my eyes to glare at Toshi. His hand was hovering by my cheek, ready to smack me awake.

“Oh, you’re already awake?”

“Unfortunately,” I muttered, rising up like a corpse from a coffin. “I barely slept.”

“Excited?” he grinned.

“Something like that,” I glanced at the clock as I stood up, heading for the bathroom.

“I must be going!” he called. “I will see you at school!”

I flushed the toilet, heading over to the sink to wash my hands. Man, I look like shit. I splashed my face with cold water, hoping it would help to wake me up. Toshi was gone by the time I made it back to the couch. My phone buzzed on the table and I grabbed it, glancing at the clock again. It was only five o’clock and class didn’t start until eight-twenty-five. I took a shower last night so I just had to brush my teeth and get dressed. The phone buzzed again, then again a minute later.

With a scowl, I opened up the gaming app. There were five messages, all from Murder and sent within the last twenty minutes.

‘Oi, extra’

‘Wake the fuck up’

‘I cant sleep’

‘ARE U FUCKING IGNORING ME’

‘ILL KILL U BITCH’

Damn, this kid has some serious anger issues. I settled down under the covers, putting on my headphones and turning on some rock music before replying to him, ‘Keep ur damn panties on. I can give u the name of a good therapist seems like u need 1’

‘Fuck u’

I laughed, ‘When is ur bday? I can send u a diary to vent all that repressed anger fam’

‘FUCK U TACO!!’

I laughed again, tossing my phone onto the table. I closed my eyes, intending only to relax for a bit and listen to some good vibes, but the rock music thumping in my ears lulled me back to sleep.

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I winced at the bright light shining directly on my fucking eyes. I really hate those sheer curtains. I pulled the headphones off my head and yawned, reaching for my phone. Eight o’clock. I yawned again, standing up and stretching my arms above my head. I hope there’s some Dr. Pepper left. I need to stop by the store after… school…

My eyes widened as the realization hit me.

School, fuck! I’m gonna be late on my first fucking day! Tosh is gonna murder me, ugh! I got dressed as fast as I could and ended up stubbing my big toe on the fucking coffee table which received an angry kick in retaliation, flipping over onto the floor with a loud thud. I grabbed my phone, shoved my feet into my sneakers and rushed out the door, only to rush back halfway down the stairs because I forgot to fucking lock the door.

It was eight-twenty-one when I made it to school.  I stifled a yawn, tugging at the red tie around my neck. Every school I had ever attended was a public school with barely any rules regarding clothing – as long as no one showed up naked, anything was fair game.  Being stuffed into this stupid ass uniform made me feel uncomfortable and even a bit claustrophobic, but at least Toshi had convinced Nezu to let me wear the boy’s uniform. I’d fucking drop dead before getting caught in that short ass skirt the girls have to wear.

“You’re late,”

I turned around and deadpanned. Aizawa was standing in front of me, his body completely hidden within a yellow sleeping bag, save for his face which was framed by fluffy black hair. “What the fuck are you wearing, Aizawa? That can’t be the proper apparel for a teacher.”

“��Sensei,’” he corrected, hopping down the hall like a bunny.

I followed, stuffing my hands into my pockets. “Do you know how stupid you look, though?” When he sent me a glare, I added, “Asking for a friend,”

“Can you at least pretend to take this seriously?”

Bitch, I ain’t the one hopping around in a sleeping bag, okay. I shrugged at him, looking away from his penetrating gaze. “Hey, Aizawa.”

“What,”

“I’m sorry,”

He stopped hopping, but I continued on, rounding the corner. A boy with a mop of messy green hair and a bright red face stood in front of the open classroom door, a round-faced brunette girl geeking out about some punch or some shit. One-Punch Man? Did that even exist in this world? I should head to the book store and see, cause that manga is lit.

I stopped in my tracks, feeling dread settle in my stomach. Wait, maybe it’s just because I didn’t eat breakfast. I noticed movement by my feet and sweatdropped at Aizawa as he inched along the floor like a fucking worm, stopping behind the two. No one noticed him until he spoke up, and the look of horror on their faces was priceless.

“If you’re just here to make friends, then you can pack up your stuff now. Welcome to U.A.’s hero course,” he sighed deeply, tugging down the zipper just enough so he could drink from a pouch of juice.

Aizawa, you’re a literal child and I fucking love it.

He stood up, pushing the zipper down the rest of the way so he could step out of the bag. “It took eight seconds before you all shut up, that’s not gonna work. Tims is precious. Rational students would understand that.” He waved his hand to me and I entered the room, glancing at the seating arrangement pinned to the board.

I’m in the very back row, an odd number. Guess that makes sense. I threw my bag onto my chair before leaning against the desk, my eyes scanning the room. I didn’t recognize anyone but two people. The first is Fumi, who wasn’t paying attention to me. And the second was that damn prep from the exam. Damn, why did he have to be put in this class?

“Hello, I’m Shouta Aizawa, your teacher.” He dug around in the bag and pulled out a gym uniform.

Okay, seriously – what is with the U.A. staff and having endless space? First, it’s Granny with damn endless gummy bear supply and now this fucker with an endless amount of space in a sleeping bag.

“Right, let’s get to it. Put these on and head outside.”

The students hesitantly headed to the locker rooms to get changed into the new uniform, which looked like something you’d wear to the gym. The first thing I did was check to see if the pants had pockets.

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Aizawa looked over the group, looking as if he wanted to be anywhere else but here. “We’re going to be doing a quirk assessment test,”

“But… what about orientation?” The brunette asked. “We’re going to miss it!”

“If you really want to make the big leagues, you can’t waste time on pointless ceremonies. Here at U.A., we’re not tethered to tradition. That means I get to run my class however I see fit. You’ve been taking standardized tests most of your lives, but you never got to use your quirk in physical exams before. The country’s still trying to pretend we’re all created equal by not letting those with the most power excel. It’s not rational. One day, the ministry of education will learn.”

That’s pretty deep, fam. I closed my eyes and grabbed my chin. I guess in a way it makes sense. It’s like participation trophies back home. Even if you didn’t do jack shit, you still got a trophy for participating, so even if you lost you still ‘won’. It prevents kids from trying their hardest to reap the rewards.

“Bakugo, you managed to get the most points on the entrance exam.” He looked at the red-eyed blonde. “What was your farthest distance throw with a softball when you were in junior high?”

“Sixty-seven meters, I think.”

“Right. Try doing it with your quirk.” His eyes followed the blonde as he stepped into a circle drawn onto the earth with white chalk. “Anything goes, just stay in the circle. Go on, you’re wasting our time.”

“Alright, man. You asked for it.” Bakugo stretched his arm, clutching the modified softball. “DIE!!” The ball took off into the sky with an explosion propelling it.

Damn, son. That was a bit excessive but mkay.

“All of you need to know your maximum capabilities.” Aizawa’s phone beeped. “It’s the most rational way of figuring out your potential as a pro hero.” The screen on his phone showed 705.2 meters.

I whistled, folding my hands behind my head. That’s kinda impressive. I wonder how far I can throw it?

“Woah, 705 meters, are you kidding me?”

“I wanna go! That looks like fun!”

“This is what I’m talking about. Using our quirks as much as we want!”

Aizawa narrowed his eyes. “So this looks fun, huh?”

Oh boy, he’s about to get all dramatic again, ain’t he?

“You have three years here to become a hero. You think it’s all going to be games and playtime? Idiots,” He smirked, but it looked kinda sadistic. “Today, you’ll compete in eight physical tests to gauge your potential. Whoever comes in last has none, and will be expelled immediately.”

Called it.

Everyone started to freak out at the statement and I sighed, looking up at the clear blue sky. I had grown to know this man pretty well after spending every single day with him for months and I had no doubt in my mind that he would expel anyone he deemed unworthy. It sounds cruel, but I know he has his reasons, whatever the hell that was. I feel like, more than anything, he’s just trying to ruffle some jimmies. And it’s working.

“Like I said, I get to decide how this class runs.” He pushed back his bangs with his hand. “Understand? If that’s a problem, you can head home right now.”

“Pfffttt,” I tried so fucking hard to hold back my laughter, I really did, but the bitch looked like a little kid trying to act tough to intimidate someone older. He snapped his glare to me and I quickly turned my back to him, trying to control myself.

“Is there a problem, Winchester?”

The way he said my name told me that I was definitely going to get hit later. I coughed a few times, banging on my chest before turning around with my hand covering my mouth. “Ah, no, not at all, sensei.” cough cough. “Sorry, I’m recovering from a cold, don’t mind me.”

The other students were staring at me with a mixture of disbelief and amusement.

“Wait a minute, you can’t send one of us home!” The brunette exclaimed. “I mean, we just got here! Even if it wasn’t the first day, that isn’t fair!”

Oh no. She said the F word.

“Oh, and you think natural disasters are? Or power-hungry villains, hm? Or catastrophic accidents that wipe out whole cities? No. The world is full of unfairness. It’s a hero’s job to try and combat that unfairness. For the next three years, U.A. will throw one terrible hardship after another at you. So go beyond -”

“Plus ultra style,” I stepped forward with a grin, locking eyes with him. I had heard the ‘fairness’ speech before, shortly after we started training together. He hated it when I used that word against him, and he always repeated the same thing each time, drilling it into my head that the world just isn’t fair. That isn’t something parents tell kids when they can’t have their way, it’s a real, life lesson that kids gotta learn the hard way.

He nodded at me, the corners of his lips twitching. He totally almost just smiled. “Show me it’s no mistake that you’re here. Now then, we’re just wasting time by talking. Let the games begin!”

“Jen~!”

I turned just as my vision was overtaken by a black and purple blur. My eyes widened, body seizing with fear as I remembered the darkness surrounding me. My breathing grew heavy as Gramp’s lifeless face flashed in my mind, my body beginning to shake as my skin grew hot. I could hear muffled voices, but only one stood out to me.

‘I have come to bring you home, Jen Winchester.’

“Jen!”

A familiar feeling settled over my body, like someone had slammed the door shut before my power could escape. My vision started to focus, settling on Fumi who stood in front of me in a defensive posture. Shadow hovered behind him, tears in his eyes as he stared at me in fear. I glanced to the left, scanning the scared and wide-eyed expressions of my classmates. And then I met Aizawa’s red, glowing eyes. He’s using his quirk… on me?

The block on my power ceased and Aizawa speed walked over to me. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding, a small puff of smoke escaping my lips. My body was trembling, the pendant around my neck like a block of ice against my skin. He put a hand on my arm and helped me to my feet. When had I fallen to the ground?

“Go see the old lady,” he ordered into my ear.

“What? But – the test -”

“You don’t need to take it, just go.”

“I-I’m fine, really, Aiza -”

“I wasn’t asking,”

“Sensei, I can take her.” Fumi’s posture relaxed a bit as he stepped forward.

Aizawa was quiet for a moment. “I don’t think that’s a good idea,”

Fumi held his hand out to me and I hesitantly took it, feeling confusion bubbling within me. Did I… try to attack Fumi? But why the fuck would I?

He gently tugged on my hand, leading me toward the school building. I could feel everyone staring at us as we left and I just wanted to disappear. When we stepped into the building, he turned to me with soft eyes. “Are you okay?”

“Did I… try to hurt you?”

“I’m not quite sure…” He held his hand up to his mouth. “I believe Dark Shadow startled you and you blacked out temporarily. Your quirk may have activated as a self-defense mechanism.”

“Did you get hurt?” My eyes scanned his body, but he looked unharmed.

“No, I’m perfectly fine. You just startled Dark Shadow.”

Great, I’ve got fucking PTSD now because of that stupid ass shadow man. I put my hand on my face and huffed. “Sorry, Fumi…”

“No need to worry. Dark Shadow shouldn’t have rushed at you like he did.”

“I’m really sorry…” Shadow mumbled sadly, sticking close to Fumi’s shoulder.

I forced a smile, holding my hand out to him. He looked at it for a moment, looked at Fumi, and then back at my hand. Slowly, as if not to startle me again, he placed his clawed hand on mine. His cold body was calming against my warm skin. “Forgive and forget?”

He nodded happily, rushing toward me only to stop and shake his head. He approached slowly, nuzzling his head against my shoulder. I smiled for real this time, patting him before we continued on to the nurse’s office in comfortable silence, Shadow lingering between us.

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