#I'm on full chaos brain and this is what's coming out okay

[satorusugurugurl]

Can i request modern au!sukuna and reader just making out in the living room during gojos house party🫠 established relationship of course🙏

I Got You

Pairing: Ryomen Sukuna x FAB Reader (MODERN AU)

Word Count: 1,983

Content Working: alcohol consumption, mentions of weed, anxiety attack, making out, suggestive

A/N: This request was so flipping cute! Loving this Modern!Sukuna AU! Like always send me suggestions!! I love hearing about your chaotic horny brain worms!

“Hello, welcome, welcome!” Gojo Satoru yelled over the bass booming from inside the house. “Step inside my humble abode!” You wanted to roll your eyes at ‘humble abode’ as you and Sukuna stepped inside Gojo’s mansion. “I am your gracious host, sober as per usual! Beer pong is in the back; spin the bottle has turned into strip poker, so that's been moved into the basement.” Your blue-eyed friend peered over his dark sunglasses. “There's pizza, edibles, and drinks in the kitchen! Have fun, don't fuck in my room again. Suguru and I are chilling in the hot tub if you need us!”

With the completion of his speech, your host was off towards the back, dodging several drunk people. Gojo’s house parties were always the best. Hell, it's where you met Sukuna. They were full of chaos, laughter, and lots of memories. Usually, you'd be dragging Sukuna to the kitchen by now and snacking on edibles, nursing a rum and coke.

But you were a bit anxious.

Work has been so tense this week. Endless piles of paperwork, long days. Every day was the same: get up, go to work, come home, and make dinner before passing out in bed. You’d been so stressed it didn't help that you hadn't even spent time with Sukuna all week. So when Gojo invited you for a small get-together, you jumped at the opportunity. A party with your closest friends would ease the tension in your back.

What you walked into was not at all a small get-together. This was a full-ass Gojo Satoru party. It had probably started as a small get-together, but word probably spread, and Gojo would never say no to a good time. The more the merrier! But as the smell of weed and shouting echoed through the house, you were beginning to regret your choice.

Sukuna peered down at you from the corner of his eye. He could see the stress etched into your features. He had offered to take you to dinner, something quiet and calm after your hard week. But when you said you needed to blow off some steam, he didn't fight you. He'd been there, raising his two brothers. Work and school had him running to parties like this all the time before he met you.

If this is what you needed, he'd support you.

“Hey,” he bent over next to your ear, “you good? Want to get a drink?”

“Mmhmm!”

Taking your hand in his, Sukuna led you through the crowded halls into the kitchen. You searched for Nanami, Shoko, or anyone you knew, but you saw a sea of strangers. This was fine. It was okay; Sukuna was here. You were going to be OK.

“Want a rum and coke?” Sukuna yelled over the blaring music. His hand released yours. “Or something else?”

In the instant he was no longer holding you, you felt it. Your hands were shaking, and your index finger twitched—the telltale signs of an anxiety attack for you. Quickly folding your hands behind your back, you swallowed hard, heart pounding in your ears. You needed to get away, to find a quiet spot, but the last thing you wanted to do was make Sukuna worry about you.

“Surprise me!” You yelled back, looking around. “I'm going to go use the restroom!”

Your boyfriend had just started towards the drinks when you shouted at him that you were going to the bathroom. When he turned around, he watched you push through the growing crowd, clenching your left hand as you did. Sighing softly, Sukuna headed for the fridge to get what was needed.

You were shaking, eyes darting through the smokey halls, searching for privacy. The bathroom was locked, couples blocked the stairs, and people flooded through the front door. Fuck, fuck, fuck, you needed to get away from the noise and calm down! You rushed down the hall, finding the living room empty, except for a beer bottle on the coffee table. This must have been where Spin the Bottle was being played earlier. Thank fuck it turned into strip poker.

Plopping down on the couch, you stared down at your shaking hands. The index finger and middle finger twitched, pulsing as waves of anxiety slammed into you. To fight back tears, you shut your eyes tight just as your leg began to bounce. This was a nasty attack. Calm, stay calm. It would be okay.

Why didn't you listen to your boyfriend?! From the second you got in the car, you felt off. Something was going to happen, but you had no clue what it could be like a shadow figure was stalking you, waiting for the perfect chance to strike. Now that you were in the midst of your anxiety attack, it all made sense.

“Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry.” You whispered to yourself. “Don't cry.”

Despite telling yourself that, it didn't prevent the tears streaming down your cheeks. Fuck. This was not how you wanted to spend your Friday night. Poor Sukuna wouldn't want to spend the night like this, either. He was stuck taking care of his weak-ass girlfriend, who couldn't calm herself down. He deserved more. Before your thoughts could spiral further, the couch dipped under someone's weight.

Turning your head to see who it was, you gasped as Sukuna cupped your face in his hands, kissing you deeply. Your heart skipped a beat as you kissed back. He pulled back, thumb brushing against your cheek before his lips were firmly against yours once more. The second kiss was deeper as he gently eased you back into the corner of the armrest.

Whimpering against your boyfriend's lips, you lifted, still shaking hands to his shoulders. Your fingers trailed over muscles as his own hands moved down the curves of your body. Sukuna’s grip was firm, holding you tight and reassuring you that he was here. That you weren't alone.

Sukuna’s tongue darted out, gently licking at your bottom lip, begging for you to allow him inside. You obeyed simultaneously, opening your mouth. His tongue slid into your mouth, deepening the already passionate kiss. Furrowing your brows, you pulled him on top of you as you laid back. Obliging your wants, Sukuna followed you, his body pressed against you. In all of the movements, never once did he break the connection.

You hadn't had a drink of alcohol or eaten one of the edibles, but you felt hazy. All thanks to Sukuna’s tongue buried in your mouth. He massaged your tongue gently with his as his hands mapped out the dips and curves of your body. Making mental notes of all the places he touched that made you squirm. The second he got you home later, those spots he would pay extra attention to. He'd mark them up, suck on them until you were begging for more.

That would be for later on. Right at this moment, you were his sole concern. He paid close attention to your body and how the tension melted away. Trembling that was driven by anxiety shifted into trembles of pleasure. The kiss meant to ground you slowly twisted into a kiss the two of you found yourselves lost in.

Your hands ran through his soft hair, pulling him closer to you. Your tongue moved against his, gently prodding and massaging it, tasting the faint traces of mint and rum. God, you felt high, so high off of him. Off of the Ryomen Sukuna, the man you were so lucky to call your boyfriend. He left you breathless in every way, shape, and form.

Which is why you pushed him back, a string of saliva connecting your lips as you gulped down the air. While you recovered from the breathtaking kiss, Sukuna eyed you. His chest heaving as he sat back, giving you some space. Fuck, he looked good. His hair was in disarray, his shirt wrinkled around the collar, and his eyes dark with lust. The two of you were drunk off each other, and you had the urge to get wasted, to drown yourself in him and nothing else.

You sprung towards him, sitting in his lap as your lips found his. This kiss wasn't as gentle as the first (if you could call it gentle). You nipped at his lips, causing him to groan against your mouth, his eyes rolling back into his skull. His hands ran up and down your back, encouraging you to keep going. You cupped his face, kissing him like your life was on the line.

Sumina moaned as you made out like teenagers on the couch. His hands tangled in your hair, tugging Y/H/C strands as you sucked and bit at his bottom lip. Fuck, you felt like a teenager. It felt good to lose yourself in his kisses.

“Sukuna! Hey, I couldn't find my ice pack—oh!” you pulled away from Sukuna’s lips, panting heavily. Gojo was wet, towel around his waist as he held a bag of frozen peas. “Well, huh, I guess you have it covered?” Your white-haired friend asked, tossing Sukuna the peas.

Suluna caught the bag, glaring at Gojo with flushed cheeks. “Yes, now go!”

“Okay, okay! Just remember to wrap it up!”

“Fuck you, Gojo!” Sukuna yelled after him as he rushed off. “Stupid fuckin’ bastard.” Sukuna sighed, leaning his head back against the couch, his very hard erection pressing against you. “Ruining the mood.”

You cocked an eyebrow, eyes darting from your boyfriend to the peas, trying to put the two together. While your mind tried to connect the dots, Sukuna sighed. The sound rumbled in his chest as he picked up the bag, pressing it gently against the back of your neck.

The cold jolted down your spine, making you jump, your hips rutting against him. “Fuck! That's cold!” Sukuna hummed, eyes wandering over your face.

“Good means it's working.” Words trailed off before he looked away, flushing a deeper shade of red. “You feelin’ better?”

“Huh?”

“You were having an anxiety attack, right?”

You blinked at his words; he knew he had seen it. “How did you know?”

“Well, for starters, I’m your boyfriend.” His signature cocky smirk graced his lips. “Plus, you kept clenching your hand, taking super deep breaths, and I noticed your fingers twitching.” God, how embarrassing was this? You groaned, pressing your forehead against his. “Hey, it's okay, I got you. I would have been here sooner, but I couldn't find any ice packs.” his hand gently rubbed circles into your thigh. “So, I had to use my kissing skills to get you to hold your breath.”

“You do listen.” Holding your breath to stop a panic attack was something you and his brother Choso had talked about weeks ago over dinner. He had seemed bored, rolling his eyes as you both excitedly gushed over a paper he was writing for school.

“Of course, I listen.” His hand squeezed your thigh. “I've been listening to you since we played Seven Minutes in Heaven six months ago.”

“Seven Minutes in Heaven?” You giggled, pressing a kiss to his lips. “I think you mean an hour in heaven.”

Sukuna pulled the bag of peas away, shutting his eyes as he smiled. “An hour that changed my life completely.” His words had you biting your lip.

“Say Kuna~” you rocked against him, pleased to find him still hard. “What do you say we play that again? I want you to kiss me until I see the pearly gates.”

You didn't have to say it twice. The pea bag was thrown across the room, and frozen green peas rolled in every direction. You squealed as you were thrown over your boyfriend's shoulder, getting carried off to a more private location. You were squirming in excitement when his hand firmly smacked your ass.

“Oh no, look at that. Gojo left his door unlocked~!”

[wheels-of-despair]

Late Pairing: Eddie Munson x You Summary: Eddie and Evil Woman survive a pregnancy scare. Contains: A road trip, Eddie and Evil Woman loving and supporting each other even though they're terrified, a collective sigh of relief. Words: 1.7k

The bed shifts, interrupting your staring contest with the wall.

"Hey," the source of most of your troubles mumbles, kissing the side of your neck. "You missed a great practice."

"I heard," you whisper. "You're loud."

Eddie chuckles, settles his dumb sweaty head on the pillow behind you, and throws an arm around your middle. Where the rest of your troubles lie.

"You okay?" he asks.

"No," you croak. You are not okay. You are nowhere close to being okay. Admitting it, even to yourself, has tears prickling at your eyes.

"Hey," he says, firmer this time, grabbing your shoulder and rolling you onto your back. "Look at me." His big brown eyes are so serious. It feels strange and unnatural, and not in an exciting way. "Tell me what's wrong."

Your mouth is dry. Your eyes are wet. Your brain is foggy. You haven't been able to focus on anything since you looked at the calendar this morning and realized something was missing.

"I'm late."

"Late for what?" he asks.

Your tears spill, and you roll back to your side and bury your face in the pillow.

"What the…" You can hear the squeaky wheels in his dumb little boy brain turning. "Fuuuuuuuuck," he breathes.

His reaction makes a sob escape from your throat.

"Okay," Eddie says quietly, wrapping an arm around you again. His chin rests on your shoulder. At least he's not burning rubber down your driveway and gunning it to 88... although going back in time sounds like a decent idea right now. "Okay. How late? Do you know for sure? Have you taken a test?"

"Yeah, let me just run down to Melvald's and let Joyce Byers help me pick one out," you deadpan, swiping angrily at your tears.

"Then we'll go to the city, where no one knows us," he says, rolling off the bed. "Get dressed, we're going on a road trip."

"Now?" you whine.

"Now."

You groan, let him pull you out of bed, and go to the bathroom. Still nothing. You reach into the laundry hamper and put on yesterday's clothes, too tired to go back to your bedroom for clean ones. Eddie's waiting for you in the hallway when you're done. He reaches out a hand, and you take it and head for the door.

"Where are you going?" Gareth asks through a mouth full of something revolting at the kitchen table. All the Corroded Coffin boys are still there. Of course they are.

"Church," you say at the same time Eddie says "your mom's house."

"You're in my mom's house, asshole," Gareth glares.

You ignore him and keep walking toward the door.

"What am I supposed to tell Mom if she comes home and asks where you are?" Gareth yells indignantly as you step through.

"Tell her we ran away and joined the circus," Eddie responds, closing the door behind him.

Eddie opens the van door for you and helps you in. Normally you'd fight him over this, but you don't have the brain power to care right now. He hops in, starts the van, and backs out of the driveway without a word. Once he's on the road, he reaches for your hand.

You take it.

Your thoughts are a swirl of chaos. You can't single one out to focus on. It's everything, every worry, all at once. You stare ahead at the road, watching the cracked country highway turn into multiple car-filled lanes when you reach the city. The big, anonymous, miles-from-home city.

Eddie whips the van into a parking lot and picks a spot front of the pharmacy. You stare through the window, wondering who's working here and how harshly you'll be judged. They must get irresponsible teenagers from the sticks in here all the time, right?

You take a deep breath and reach for the door handle, but Eddie's hand lands on your knee.

"I got it," he says, forcing a smile. "I'll be right back."

Eddie hops out of the van and disappears through the glass doors. You try to watch him through the windows, but your eyes slide out of focus. Everything becomes a blur. The rocking of the van on Eddie's re-entry snaps you out of it. He places a little paper bag in your lap.

"Do you wanna do it somewhere here, or go back home? We've got dorks at your place and Wayne at mine, but he's probably asleep."

You don't like any of those options. You shrug.

"I vote my place. It'll be quiet, at least."

You shrug again.

Eddie backs out of his parking spot, gets back on the road, and takes your hand again. You don't remember the ride back at all. Did you even have time to blink? He pulls into his driveway what feels like a minute later. He closes his door quietly and rushes around the front of the van to open yours. You slide to the ground, and he wraps you in a hug.

"It's gonna be okay," he whispers, mouth right beside your ear. You feel numb, but you force yourself to nod. For him. "C'mon."

He closes your door and walks you to the porch beside his bedroom. He lets you in quietly, glancing toward the living room to make sure Wayne's asleep. His uncle's snores are oddly comforting. This is as close as you're going to get to privacy.

"Do you want me to…?" he whispers, tilting his head toward the bathroom.

You shake your head and enter the bathroom alone, closing the door behind you. It's just you and your little paper bag. With shaking hands, you pull out a horrifying box with a horrifying price sticker… and a chocolate bar. Your favorite kind. You smile, for the first time today.

Eddie Munson is the best person you've ever met. You love him more than life itself. There is nothing you wouldn't do for him. But are you really ready to create a new life with him? Now? You're not even done with high school yet. How can you be trusted with that kind of responsibility when you can't even remember to water your plants?

Not now, existential crisis.

You open the test's box and read the instructions. It sounds like a science experiment. That's not your strongest subject. You stare at the awful little contraption and wonder if you can do this.

A pain shoots through your stomach; a signal that you should suck it up and get it over with. You take a shaky breath and unbutton your jeans. Your fingers are being extremely uncooperative. You're queasy. You're lightheaded. You get your jeans out of the way, sit on the toilet, and freeze at the sight of your underwear.

Blood.

You start to laugh. It turns into a cry.

"Hey? You okay?" Eddie asks quietly from outside. "Can I come in?"

"Yeah," you sniffle, pulling your pants back up.

Eddie steps inside the tiny bathroom and closes the door, looking from you to the horrifying science experiment on the counter.

"Do you need help? Is it complicated?"

"Don't need it," you smile, wiping the tears of relief from your eyes.

"What do you mean?"

You step forward and crush him in a hug. He seems taken aback, but wraps his arms around you anyway.

"The bloodbath hath commenced," you mumble. "I don't need the test. I do need you to grab my spare clothes from your room."

"You serious?"

"Yeah," you sigh, pulling back. His eyes are big and fearful. His bangs are stuck to his sweaty forehead. He may have been playing it cool for your sake, but he's been panicking just as much as you on the other side of that thin trailer wall.

"Be right back," he says with a kiss to your forehead.

Eddie brings you the bag containing your clothes and emergency supplies and leaves you to it. You clean up, change, and carefully pack the pregnancy test back in the box. You emerge and slip into Eddie's room, closing the door behind you.

He sits on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, looking frazzled. You put the drugstore bag and the candy bar on the dresser and cross the room to sit next to him on the bed.

You let out a long, slow breath together, then fall to your backs. You reach for his hand, and he grips it tight.

"That was fun, let's never do it again," you joke.

Eddie gives a half-hearted chuckle and turns his head toward you.

"You okay?" he asks.

"I… I don't know?"

You both stare up at the ceiling for a while. Your brain is still swirling.

"I would've taken care of you, y'know," Eddie says quietly.

"You did," you reply. And he did. You sat there in a panic while he drove to another town, bought a pregnancy test, and made all the decisions for you. It's what you needed. It's always like that with Eddie; you even each other out.

"I mean if…" he trails off, unable to say it.

"I know," you whisper. "But I don't think…" You huff out a breath. "I don't think I want that. At least, not for a very long time."

"Oh, thank fuck," Eddie sighs in relief. "I love you, woman. I love you so fucking much. But that… fuck, that was terrifying."

You chuckle quietly and squeeze his hand.

"I love you too," you smile. "But we have got to be more careful."

"Agreed."

"Motion to not even entertain the idea of reproducing until after we've graduated and have real jobs and own a house," you propose.

"I second the motion, and propose creating a condom stockpile in all of the usual places."

"The motion and proposal pass with all members in attendance," you say with an air of authority, "meeting adjourned, refreshments will be served as soon as one of us fetches that candy bar some idiot put on the other side of the room."

Eddie snorts.

[mehiwilldoitlater]

Now hear me out,what if. What if we did get Sent back to our world. But. Our monke was sent with us. Pretty please 👉👈🥺 We gotta fuel the shenanigans of things somehow. I wanna see him get whiplash from both technology and culture shock. We've been nice to our boi for a good while,it's time to bully him finally.

When you both wake up in the middle of the city, with people standing, asking if there was a con around or something, you know that you both are in something big.

You needed to find a good hiding place, but you knew what was happening: you and the Destined One were now in your own world.

The buzzling city, the cars, the technology—everything made his poor brain scrumble. You cane from this?! This chaos?!

The smell for him is difficult to handle, the absence of trees, and the strange behavior of the people...

///

"This is...your home?"

"Yup."

Hiding in a tree, the two of you admired the small portion of the city that the park hallowed you to observe. While you remembered what it feels like to breathe the same air where you were born, Yuán Fèn couldn't take his eyes off the palace in the distance.

"Are those... pagodas?"

"Oh no, those are skycrapers. People live and work there."

"Oh..."

Everything was out standing. And the mortal did it without the help of gods or others! They did it themselves! He gasped again, his tail swaving excited.

"We should go now! ...Maybe you can finally meet my family!"

///

That's your plan...until you find out what's really happened to you.

You were wondering if the car that had crashed into you was some sort of allucination or something like that, but when you reached your home, you could feel all the pain that you hadn't felt the day of the accident.

When you knocked at your door, you guessed that your mother could feel dizzy. After your disappearance of months, what you didn't expect was her tò Just faint on your porch, right in front of you and Yuán Fèn. You both were able to bring her into her room, and after that, you started to notice a pattern that scared you.

While Yuán Fèn tried to make her come back from the world of the living, you noticed the door of your room locked; many of your photos were missing from the usual spot. And there, in the living room, a photo of you at your prom, in an intricate frame. Written in silver ink, the lines "in loving memory.".

You really wanted to faint at that moment.

///

It feels so strange looking at your own grave. You guessed that they would you in this one particular spot. It was a family place there.

"I told them that I wanted to be cremated."

Yuán Fèn was more interested in trying to decipher your mental state. You were just there, watching at your own photo. He felt so strange... so that was what Mitraya meant when he said you were rebuking everything in your real world by choosing him. He looked again at that stone block, your name carved in there... then moved away.

"Okay, I think I'm in need of... What are you doing?!"

You spotted him taking a few flowers from one spot to another.

"Playing respect!"

"To Who?!"

Then, with the small bouquet in his hand, he put the flowers in the small pot near your photo. 

"..oh ..." That was the only word that you said after that.

///

Three things were clear to you:

1) Going back to Mount Huaguo was the priority;

2) You needed to find some money since you were basically broke;

3) Need to keep the monkey away from every electrical device.

The first one was based more on a sense of morality. After all, you made a choice, and that was the choice to stay in that world full of magic because you fell in love with the destined one and a simple cane back home wasn't enough to move you. 

Not to mention that you have nothing that came back anymore, so...

The second, hard but not that much. You have nowhere to go, so you were forced to stay in a cheap and very not so sanitary motel that you both found. 

Luck were your side because that place needed someone that could clean or fix staff and you two? We're the masters at fixing staff...sorta.

But the third one...oooh boy...

///

You were drinking coffee, how much did you miss it, trying to schedule the next day of work for you and Yuán Fèn. You could clearly hear him doing something in the small kitchenette, moving staff, putting them somewhere, opening things, cutting them...

Then you heard the roar of that old blender that you both found around.

" DARLING?" You used your very sweet tone, a sign that you were expecting the worst for him. "What are you doing?!"

"Nothing."

"That doesn't sound like a -"

And there, in front of you, he putted a very strangely colored liquid, viscous, and with some strange objects floating here and there.

"What Is It?"

"A bunch of staff!"

"I know that; it's clearly a bunch of different staff."

"You should try it, then talk!"

"I genuinely want it five meters away from me."

"Suit yourself!" And then, in your horror, he proceeded to drink the staff. 

///

After days of adjusting and trying to get used back to the modern world, when you both got inside your shared room and found no one but Maitreya himself, you both got a huge shock. You don't know what was the most unrecognizable scene—the actual boy in the room or the fact that he was reading a comic book that talked about the Monkey King or the Yankees cap in his head.

And he just waved! Like nothing! 

He decided to give some explanation, but the most important was why you were sent there and how to. come back.

The first was more for the two of you. After your decision, you decided to leave your world behind, but you did know what that really meant? He wanted to know that and gave you a free way out, a small taste of your original world, and the thought that even this could sway you away from the destined one, and he received a slap on his head by you, and he admitted he deserved it. Another test of loyalty? They really believed you were so easy?!

Well, many were before you...

As for coming back, it was easy, of course! Did he not do it himself right now? 

When you and Yuán Fèn looked at each other, Happy Tò was able to finally come back to Mount Huaguo, but you were stopped by the kid.

"You have to finish your schedule this week! And, oh, won't it be better if you gave a notice?"

How the heck did he know these things?!

"Aaand," he continued, holding an old toaster, "explain to me this little miracle."

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[brucewaynehater101]

Adding onto the ask I ended cuz my brain was melting and also classes

And taking inspiration from "Do Not, Under Any Circumstances, Wake Him Up" by Lulu_Rhythm

What if Jason learned all about Tim's disguise Jane Doe, what he did as Jane, the fact civilians knew and rogues knew Jane was Robin before the Bats, and the rumors flying asking where the Robin went, certain he died?

plus just why he was so precious to Gotham?

And fucking flipped?

Next thing Gotham knows, Red Hood is channelling his inner 'Batman post-Jason's death' by going ballistic on the new Batman (Dick) and cutting all ties with the Bats as a whole

His guilt definitely fuels it as well, he's reaching out to the younger Bats as much as possible to ask if they need help for anything like getting out of the Bat lifestyle of if they're unsafe

Something he wishes he could've done for Tim

He's channeling some of his guilt and rage into bettering his territory in other ways, sure, but there's still a lot of blood spilling going on

Unlike Batman though, Red Hood still (mostly) holds back against anybody who isn't complete and utter scum who has it coming

All of this goes on during BruceQuest alongside the other madness in Gotham

When Tim comes back and Gotham breathes a sigh of relief because their Robin is alive and well?

Jason's is going Full Overprotective Big Brother, much to Tim's annoyance

Doesn't help that the kid is down a spleen

If Gotham thought Red Hood's Wrath was bad before he had Red Robin safe and sound in his nest most secure safehouse in Crime Alley?

They've seen nothing compared to what's coming

What do Gotham's Rogues and civilians, people out of Gotham, The JL, YJ, Batfam individually and Tim most of all think of Jason's Rage-Guilt fueled redemption arc of sorts? Idk, my brains melting

Hell what does Tim think, going from, "I've lost everything but I got Batman back!" To being abducted by Red Hood and smothered with mother henning?

"This is Red Hood, who I'm pretty sure is a demon from actual hell trying to redeem himself, and this is his emotion support victim Red Robin, who gets mother hen'd and doted on to hell and back" —random Gothamite

Ooh? Jason becoming a full mother hen to Tim after this incident is hilarious and adorable. I also imagine, after everything that happened during the BruceQuest, Tim is a feral little bastard with extreme trust issues. He only trusts those that Jane trusts.

So, Red Hood is trying his hardest to domesticate Tim, feed him, and make sure he's protected/has support. While doing this, RH is also turning the streets bloody in an attempt to make them safer. Basically, pure chaos as their conflicting personalities mesh.

I'd also like a cute scene where Jason starts using all pronouns for Tim since they seem comfortable with that. Jason checks Tim's reactions to ensure that's okay while Tim is pleasantly surprised.

[set-wingedwarrior]

I should have known that people would have acted annoying about the Team's reunion and, after the dumb takes I saw, here I am to make a breakdown of their reactions in relation to the context because that's defenitely how my psychology majoring is supposed to be used apparently

Before I dig specifically to each character I'd like to remind people that, like Weiss herself said, everything happened so fast. It's not just that the time itself wasn't that much. In between the fight and them trying to find each other in the Ever After it would have been, what? An hour?

It's been 2 years for us guys, for them it isn't that much time to justify the super touchy and hugs reunion like we got in V5, or V6 in Argus, or V8 when they meet back (except for Blake, but I'll get there). You all need to remember that media in general for stories like this aren't your fluffy fanfic full of feelings and hugs and kisses all the time.

Now, welcome to my psychology class! First on our list, our one and only traumatized team leader child, Ruby Rose.

"Why didn't ruby rush to hug her sister?"

Well, let's see it from her point of view; actually, we litterally saw it at the start of the episode! We saw how fast everything went from her eyes!

She had to go in fight mode in a fucking instant because, differently from Blake (who was trying to jump after Yang) and Weiss (who was busy stopping her), Ruby has been attacked immediately by Neo after her firt attempt at her life failed. She didn't even have the time to process what happened because she was already fighting for dear life!

Our brains are very resourceful machines that always try to save energy (it's why stereotypes exist, it's our brains identifying stuff by one thing to not think about it too hard), and considering how complex and crippling the feeling of loss is, and how much it takes to process, in a life or death situation our brains would just shut it down.

Because we're all different people it might not work the same for everyone, but Ruby is a trained fighter, she's a huntress, her body and mind falling in fighting mode is actually the most logical reaction in the given situation because it falls both on habit and instinct.

And given that she didn't even have the time to process the the thought that Yang might have been dead (even during the fucking fall she had to fight Neo still, give my girl a break!!), it's very reasonable that despite the frustration and stress of everything else in the Ever After, she wasn't too worried about Yan'g safety. Because she never got time to even think "I lost her" that she got in the very same situation. So, "If I fell and I'm here and I'm okay, then Yang is too, she must be fine".

Besides, Ruby did run towards her after fighting the thing!

Yang just interrupted her with her "Dammitt! You're not supposed to be here!" before Ruby settled to get near her and "If you thought we wouldn't come for you then you must have forgotten who raised me", so any argument about them not caring is just really dumb.

In conclusion, considering that she found out that her sister was probably okay before her brain could have even processed the concept of her loss, and all happening in a very short spawn of time, it makes 100% sense that Ruby wouldn't need to jump in her arms and cry or whatever. They're in a weird place but they are okay and that's all that matters (before Ruby will discover the horrors of what happened after she fell and the horrors of her quickly approaching breakdown, but that's for another time!)

Blake on the other hand.

Blake is the one that speed into action the moment she saw Yang fall. When chaos wa around nobody went to attack her, she saw Yang disappear in the void. Now, she got to feel the loss, the pain, the weight of failure because she failed to save her!

And her first reaction was to fucking jump after her. Because she couldn't fail, she couldn't lose her, she must save her! And Weiss had to drag her up the platform herself to stop her from doing so because they had a job to do and Blake was blinded by pain!

Then, she got blinded by rage. It wasn't her fault, it was Neo! And Cinder! And I think that in that moment of emotional disregulation it's reasonable to think that Blake wasn't acting for the good of Mantle, of the plan, or anything else. We all saw it in her eyes, it was pure rage, she wanted revenge! And that's completely reasonable in that given moment. She saw the love of her life DIE because of them, OF FUCKING COURSE SHE'S BLINDED BY SUCH POWERFUL EMOTION.

As you can probably already tell, Ruby and Blake's actions are dictated by very different feelings! Even if the action itself, fighting, is the same, the mindset and motivations differ completely!

So, what happens when she meets Yang again? That after the danger is over (because it's not like she dropped everything, they fought the thing and waited for the situation to calm down and be safe. She also waited for Ruby to say her things first tbf) she fucking runs to tackle her!

Because Blake actually got to see and feel the loss! She thought she had lost her! She thought that she died because she wasn't fast enough! So, even regardless of the romantic feelings (that obviously play a part because come on, they've been inseparable for volumes now, it's obvious that she would have felt it all that harder), it makes sense that Blake's the one to feel pure utter relief in seeing Yang still alive! And she'd need to go to her, feel that she's there with her!

Now, probably the most complex one to explain: Weiss.

In a way, she's middle ground between Ruby and Blake. Weiss wasn't attacked right away either, but she had to jump in action to stop Blake. That means that she stopped to see what was happening and at Yang's "death" she just assumed what Blake was about to do or else she wouldn't have ad the time to stop her (we saw how fast Blake was)

That means that, in some way, she got to take in what was going on before going in fight mode, but she still didn't get to process it herself because she needed to act on the others' behalf. Where Ruby was litterally just hanging in there and Blake was blinded by her pain, both of them against Neo, Weiss saw what happened and told to herself "I must keep going with the plan, I must protect who's left, I can't let Yang''s sacrifice go to waste" and went to fight Cinder alone (until Penny arrives).

Weiss during the fight is the one more "emotionally stable" (more like she efficiently locked them to be functional in the fight), she's well aware of what is going on and doing her best. In this mindset, she got to fight but also to see more clearly everything that is happening.

She's also the one who stayed there the longest. She's the one who saw the worst because she's been there long enough to witness more horrors, but despite the awareness she didn't get the time to really feel them. When does she though?

After she saw all of her teammates, her family, die. When she's almost completely alone. Only her Penny and Jaune left, Cinder towering them while she's using Gambol Shroud, everything she has left of her family, to try keep fighting. Because at that point there's less chaos, less things to prioritize her focus on, the evacuation is done, she just has to not let Cinder get Penny's powers.

We didn't see Weiss and Blake finding each other, but my guess is that either there was a hug off screen or, more likely, she kept it together because they logically needed their weapons and teammates back first. She then chooses to stay focused (and cheer for Blake, bless her), and work, and shuts down every question about what happened because she knows that talking about it would break her down and be a distraction from their objective.

Which is why she doesn't speak until they're all together: withouth a distraction, she's crying before she even got to start.

The pain added up and got to her, and I'm pretty sure that Ruby's big reaction wasn't just because of the news on their own, but also the feelings Weiss was letting out while telling them (you know when you feel someone is feeling bad even when they don't tell you nor openly act up on it? And you still feel deeply bad/uncmofortable?).

I got overboarded here, but in short Weiss didn't act too clingy in the reunion either because she was busy staying focused first and then dealing with EVERYTHING that happened earlier and that she needed to tell them. Like, after getting both to Blake and Ruby, Yang's safety was basically 100% sure anyway, so. And, again, everything happened so fast.

It's been 2 long years for us. Not for them. So, to the people who have been complaining, you're just projecting your own personal feelings on them and then calling it bad writing when they're not acting like you feel right now.

Class dismissed.

[thepencilnerd]

Shadowboxing

summary: Chishiya's world is carefully constructed—until the night you see the stellar medical student in an underground fighting ring. The lines blur between the mask he wears and the man he really is, and you find yourself drawn into a reality that’s far more raw and dangerous than you ever imagined. word count (ch. 1): 1.8k genre: university!AU, OoC!Chishiya (not just his dark hair) x fem!grad student reader warnings: depictions of violence but nothing too graphic, fluff, angst, comfort, weighted discussions about mental health because it matters a/n: I watched Mirai e no 10 Count last night and am whipped for boxer Chishiya; complete fic here <3 full moodboards here ^-^

You were dozing off at your desk, the soft glow of your laptop casting a dim light over your cluttered dorm room. Piles of papers and books were scattered everywhere—typical imagery of a grad student. The remnants of snack wrappers and multiple mugs were piling up at the corner of your desk, and your eyes burned from staring at the screen for hours. You didn't even realize you had nodded off until a loud banging rattled your door. Startling awake, you heard the voice of Kuina on the other side, her shouts muffled but insistent. "Come on, open up! You can't spend all night cooped up in here!" she yelled. You groaned, rubbing your eyes as you stood up. "I'm busy," you called back, though the exhaustion in your voice made it clear how true that was.

"Busy doing what? Staring at your laptop until your brain turns to mush? You need a break," they argued. You sighed, opening the door to find her grinning at you, eyes wide with excitement. "Please, I promise you'll thank me later. You need this."

"What even is this?" you asked, narrowing your eyes suspiciously.

"An exciting, thrilling night event! Come on, trust me! It'll be fun," she insisted, practically bouncing on their feet.

You gave her a skeptical look. "This better not be like the time you dragged me to that 'artsy' film screening that turned out to be four hours of experimental interpretive dance."

She laughed, shaking her head. "I swear, it's nothing like that. Just think of it as... an adventure. Something different for once."

You sighed, but the look on her face—full of energy and determination—made it hard to refuse, her unwavering insistence even more so. "Fine, fine. But if this turns out to be some weird cult meeting or something, I'm out."

"Deal!" she grinned, grabbing your hand and practically dragging you out of your dorm.

Against your better judgment, curiosity got the best of you, at least until you were led down a narrow staircase, the thudding bass echoing through the walls, and into a dark coliseum-esque pit: an underground boxing ring. The stench of sweat and adrenaline filled the room, a large crowd gathered around the makeshift ring, chanting and cheering.

The place was alive, buzzing with a sort of desperation you'd never witnessed before. The announcer had mentioned the winner's prize—a sum large enough to make a difference in someone's life, which only seemed to add to the intensity of the match. Kuina leaned in close, her voice barely audible over the roar of the crowd. "Okay, so here are the rules. The fighters are masked to keep their identities secret, and they're all wearing color-coded gear to make it easy to tell them apart," she explained, gesturing to the ring. "They fight until one of them is either knocked out or can't continue. The winner gets a big cash prize—enough to pay off debts or even start over somewhere else." You nodded, your eyes fixed on the fighters. The fighters were masked, their identities hidden behind color-coded attire and dark headgear, as they traded punches in the middle of the ring. It was chaos—raw, unbridled violence as each combatant swung for victory, fighting not only for pride but also for the significant prize money at stake. You could feel the desperation in the air, as if each punch thrown was driven by the promise of escape from something dire.

Your eyes were drawn to the fighter in blue. He moved differently from the rest—sharp, calculated, almost detached. His footwork was precise, each step deliberate, as if he was constantly analyzing his opponent's weaknesses. He circled his opponent, his body relaxed yet ready to strike at any moment, while the other fighter grew increasingly frantic, throwing punches that barely grazed the air. The fighter in blue waited, his eyes never leaving his target, calculating each movement. When he finally struck, it was with ruthless precision—a quick combination of blows that left his opponent stumbling. He delivered a final, powerful uppercut that ended the match, his opponent collapsing to the ground. The crowd erupted in cheers, but he remained unfazed, his expression unreadable behind the mask, as if the victory meant nothing more than another task completed.

You shivered, more at the calm, almost indifferent way he stood victorious than at the raw physicality of it all. His physique was lean but muscular, built for speed and precision rather than brute strength. Sweat dripped from his brow, trailing down his neck, mixing with a thin trail of his own blood—he must have taken a hit. A faint smear of blood could also be seen at the edge of his gloves, likely from his opponent. 

Kuina was hyped after the fight. On the walk back to campus, she couldn't stop talking about how it was the perfect night for you to come, especially since the blue fighter was renowned in the underground scene. "He's the best, you know," she said, practically glowing with excitement. "No one can beat him. People come just to watch him fight. I can't believe you got to see him in action on your first time there!" You nodded absentmindedly, her words echoing in your mind. The best. There was something about him that seemed almost familiar, but you shook the thought away, dismissing it as nothing more than your imagination.

The next day, you found yourself at the library, surrounded by books that were supposed to be helping with your dissertation. The quiet was a stark contrast to the chaos of the night before. As you scanned the shelves, you couldn't help but think how all the open access publications in the world couldn't save you from having to deal with what a traditional manuscript was—sifting through an actual physical book that felt almost as archaic as the medieval ages. You searched for a particular reference, balancing a stack in your arms as you leaned up to reach a higher shelf.

And that's when it happened—a shoulder knocked past you, sending your grip slipping and your books tumbling to the floor. You cursed under your breath and knelt down, trying to gather them up, feeling a sense of dread at how loud the clatter had been in the silence of the library.

Suddenly, a pair of hands reached down, helping you pick up the scattered books. You looked up, startled. A figure with his hood pulled up, his face partially obscured, was kneeling across from you, silently helping you collect your fallen stack. His movements were efficient, almost practiced, as if he was used to picking up after others, and there was something calm yet purposeful about the way he handled each book, stacking them neatly before handing them back to you.

You blinked, recognition tugging at your mind. He was familiar—the top student in the medical school, Chishiya Shuntaro. He had a reputation that was nearly impossible to miss, even in your circles as a doctoral student. Exceptionally intelligent, surprisingly aloof, and no doubt untouchable, he was the one everyone wanted to be close to but no one could approach. There were rumors, of course—that he was some kind of cold-hearted player, or a bored genius looking to kill time in his twenties. Stories about him lurked everywhere, each one more unbelievable than the last.

As he handed you the last of your books, his hood shifted, and you caught sight of a gash across his eyebrow. It was well-padded and hidden under gauze, but the skin around was raw and swollen, clearly fresh. The sight made you pause, your eyes narrowing as you pieced together the oddity of it—the hood, the attempt to hide, the injury. Your mind flashed back to the underground ring—the crowd's roars, the masked fighters, the way he moved, the precision of his strikes, and now this injury—it all started to line up. It couldn't be...

Chishiya met your gaze, his eyes narrowing slightly as if daring you to ask. There was a hint of challenge there, almost as if he was amused by the thought of you confronting him. He seemed entirely unbothered, as if the whole situation was just another game to him—a game where he held all the cards, waiting to see if you were bold enough to make the first move. The moment seemed to stretch, your curiosity battling with the tension hanging between you. But you stayed silent, and so did he. He simply handed you your books, his fingers brushing yours for the briefest moment, before he pulled the hood back over his head and stood up.

Without a word, he turned and walked away, his mind already shifting back to the secrecy he guarded so carefully. He knew he couldn't afford to let anyone get too close, not with the double life he was leading. But there was something about the look in your eyes—curiosity mixed with hesitation—that lingered with him. He shook the thought away, refocusing as he moved through the library, leaving you there with your heart pounding for reasons you couldn't quite explain.

That evening, you were back in your dorm, the events of the day replaying in your mind as you sat at your desk. The dim light of your lamp illuminated your scattered notes, and you tried to focus on your proposal, but your thoughts kept drifting back to Chishiya—the way his eyes seemed to challenge you, the fleeting brush of his fingers, and that mysterious injury. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was something much deeper beneath his calm exterior.

Meanwhile, back in his dorm, Chishiya leaned against his desk, his eyes staring blankly at the wall. He replayed your expression in his mind—the way your eyes had widened in recognition, the hesitation that lingered there. He remembered seeing you in the crowd that night, the way your gaze had locked onto him after his victory. Even then, something about the way you looked at him had stood out, different from the others. And today, in the library, the way you caught sight of his injury—he knew you were connecting the dots. It was unexpected, the way you seemed to see past the mask he wore. Most people never got that far, dismissing him as either a prodigy or an enigma without much thought. But you had looked closer, and something about that made it difficult for him to brush off the encounter.

Chishiya exhaled sharply, pushing himself away from the desk. He couldn't afford to let his focus slip, not when there was so much at stake—his freedom, his independence, the fragile balance of the double life he had built. Any slip could mean exposure, and exposure would mean losing everything he had fought so hard to keep hidden. But still, the memory of your gaze kept creeping back, making him wonder if maybe, just maybe, someone like you could be a problem—or something else entirely.

[baradorable]

The Grand Unifying Prodigy Theory

So the new NYX issue raises a lot of questions. Some things just don't fully add up if you think about it, or are too convoluted.

If the goal of befriending Kamala was to sacrifice her, why bother spending time befriending her? Just direct her to Times Square at the right time.

What's the deal with the quiet assassinations?

Why did Hellion suddenly get nerfed during the fight with Prodigy?

How could Prodigy beat Hellion with a grappling hook?

Prodigy spent the book thinking about the false dichotomy of Magneto vs Xavier, but at the end says that mutant culture is the X-Men? He says it belongs to "all of us," but then the X-Men line throws it all off.

But here's how it all comes together: Prodigy is in on it, and he's the mastermind behind it all.

What We """Know"""

So the Quiet Council's plan seemed to be: make big scenes and use the chaos to quietly kill some government officials. Then, they lure Ms. Marvel into a confrontation with the Krakoan, in which she loses and gets brutalized on TV, so people can witness what happens to those who try to get in the Council's way. Prodigy messed things up by getting involved. He defeated the Krakoan and got him arrested.

From the outs, it looks like Prodigy doesn't fit anywhere. In fact, having him involved ruined their plans. So how could he be in cahoots with them?

If you look at it from the perspective that he's involved, suddenly the plan makes more sense. Little gaps start to get filled in. Now all we need to do it fill in the gaps his involvement creates.

Prodigy here is notable for three things: his role at the university, him stopping the Krakoan, and his perspective on mutant culture.

Prodigy vs the Krakoan: Julian Forgot His Powers (And So Did Prodigy)

And yes, I know I shouldn't capitalize all words in a title. But I think it looks nicer. I'm going by vibes.

Okay, so let's analyze the fight and go over how it makes no sense.

Realistically, Prodigy could defeat the Krakoan. With his brain, he can glean Julian's strategies and work around them. He also knows of one of Julian's biggest weakness: violent women sound. He could throw some flashbangs and make enough noise to break Julian's concentration. Without his telekinesis, Julian is at a major disadvantage. Prodigy can solo most people when it comes to physical combat.

But instead of actually using strategy, Prodigy's plan is to... dodge attacks and then get a lucky shot in. Yeah, he could get in Julian's head and learn where his next attacks will be, but this whole strategy predates on Hellion not just grabbing him in mid-air, or putting him in a bubble, or flying faster than Prodigy can move, or creating a bubble around himself, or just... hovering a few feet higher, out of Prodigy's range. Hell, Prodigy's plan would sink if Hellion took hostages, or just flew up to the news helicopter, climbed in and took a nap.

Both of them could have easily ended the fight in a few seconds. Instead, it's a long, drawn-out, dramatic fight. All because both of them forgot to use the full extent of their powers.

It only makes sense if one or both of them were holding back. Otherwise, both characters randomly became idiots for the plot to work. And we know Hellion's not dumb, because he's already involved with the Quiet Council's secret, multi-step plans. Plans that include deception and creating big scenes to hide their true motives.

Why didn't Prodigy come in with a plan? I guess he only made do with that he had, so no flashbangs or firecrackers. Sure. Maybe he couldn't use the full extent of his powers. But why would Hellion let Prodigy win? Because he could use the full extent of his powers.

Conclusion: Hellion wanted Prodigy to win.

This is Entertainment

And after all, why wouldn't Hellion crush Prodigy like he did Kamala? It would only emphasize his statement. Oh, but speaking of Kamala, notice how she punched him into a truck on one page, but then got decimated on the next page?

Hellion could have crushed Kamala easily. But he was stalling for time until the cameras arrived. The whole point of the fight was to make a show of it.

It's a similar case with Prodigy. He could have ended things quickly and without much of a fight. But that wouldn't be a good show now, would it?

If Julian was already nerfing himself for one match, who's to say he wasn't doing it for the other match? If he was purposely making a show out of one match, who's to say he wasn't purposely making a show out of the other?

Let's go back to the assassinations real quick. We know Hellion's been causing a ruckus in public, lifting trains and throwing them at his stalker. But he's never shown killing anyone on-screen, and the only confirmed deaths are select targets in the city government.

In fact, this suggests that his only victims are the government officials. And remember: he could have killed that train full of people in issue 1. But he let them live, because he never wanted to kill them. All of the Krakoan's plans have been about making big shows, while hiding his true motives.

So here we have the Krakoan purposely limiting himself in order to draw things out and make a spectacle. With that in mind, it makes sense why he went easy on David: the goal was never to kill David, even if he was getting in his way. He had other plans.

Conclusion: Hellion let Prodigy win in order to hide or progress another, less obvious plan.

The Grappling Hook

Prodigy's grappling hook makes no sense. When you have a grappling hook, you have to stop, climb up, disconnect it, fling it to another location and - assuming you didn't miss and have to start over again - make sure it's secure before he can swing around and start the whole process over. The point of grappling hooks is that you can't swing around and dodge things like Spider-Man.

Yet here Prodigy was, swinging around like Spider-Man and dodging attacks.

But now go into this fight with our assumptions from earlier. If the fight was staged and David needed to win, then we can explain the grappling hook defying physics.

Maybe Hellion was manipulating the grappling hook? Making sure it always landed and stayed still, so Prodigy could easily swing around and do his impressive feats of agility.

After all, the fight wouldn't be a big spectacle of Prodigy had to stop every three seconds to set up his grappling hook. The fight would end very quickly if Hellion just attacked the location of the hook and sent Prodigy falling to his death.

This could easily just be the grappling hook reflecting the green light from Hellion's energy attacks. OR it could be a green aura surrounding it as Hellion subtly manipulates it. But it's probably just reflected green light. But what if it isn't?

Remember: the fight had some big explosions. Those could have been used to distract people and mask the mistakes in the fight.

But for this to work, it would mean that Prodigy would need to be in on the plan. Otherwise, how would he know that Julian would play fair? How would he be able to swing around and dodge attacks? How would he even move around?

Conclusion: Hellion was actively enabling Prodigy during the fight, AND Prodigy was in on the plan.

Why did Prodigy throw a rock at Hellion's head?

Just for fun.

The Kamala Factor

Hellion was never going to kill Kamala. He doesn't like killing. And even if he's behind the assassinations, the book made it clear that he was only targeting bad people, and everything else was for show. Both David and Kamala explicitly stated that Julian isn't a psychopath. He wouldn't kill an innocent person, much less a mutant.

Now here's the kicker: Hellion makes a video game reference to Kamala. Hellion plays video games, but he doesn't just casually drop references like he did here. He's not a quippy character in combat. And he just so happens to use it on the one hero who would get and appreciate the reference.

It was a secret message. He knew she'd get the reference. He was subtly showing her that he was playing around, not being 100% serious. That he wasn't the monster he was portraying himself to be.

She was never in any real danger of dying.

But let's circle back to Prodigy. He was watching the fight with his flatscan boyfriend at home. When he saw Kamala was in danger, he ran to her location and got there just in time. How convenient, he just happened to live close to the location of the attack. It's almost as if the attack location was chosen with this in mind, to ensure Prodigy arrived on time, without doing anything to contradict his previous "I'm staying out of this" stance.

Now it makes sense why Kamala was selected as the target for this convoluted plan. Prodigy would only get involved if his student was in danger.

It was all a set-up. Kamala was so focused on Sophie betraying her, that she didn't even notice Prodigy was in on it. David is in on the plan - only instead of setting Kamala up, he and the others are trying to make Prodigy look like the good guy. To get Kamala on his side.

But this would only make sense if he knew about the Quiet Council's plan and was actively working with them.

Conclusion: He knew about the Quiet Council's plan and was actively working with them. Also, his plan involved saving Kamala and defeating Hellion, so he could get Kamala on his side and follow his beliefs.

But speaking of his beliefs...

Mutant Culture is the X-Men

Okay, so Prodigy's heroic speech to Hellion has him say: "We're the custodians now. Mutant culture isn't Krakoa. Mutant culture is the X-Men."

Which is weird, because the last issue was about the Morlocks/Arakki and their culture. And most mutants aren't the X-Men, even if they're a driving force for things. That's like saying American culture isn't America or its history, American culture is the Kardashians.

I get what he probably means: the people who are there now, the diaspora, the heroes and villains, the mutants who continue on. Every mutant is the spirit of mutant culture. Their identity is not defined by their nation, but its people. But why, specifically, say X-Men? It's dumb and, say it with me, makes no sense.

Look at his narration throughout the issue. He criticizes the false dichotomy of good vs evil, Charles vs Xavier, us vs them.

Further, he's been actively keeping mutant culture alive by educating people about Krakoan culture.

Here's the kicker: David expressed dissatisfaction with the city's government at the start of the issue.

Oh, curious. Hellion was specifically targeting the city government with his attacks.

With this in mind, and the assumption that David and Julian were purposely putting on a show, now it all makes sense: he's trying to publicly distance himself from the bad guys, but he actually agrees with them on some level. And they have a common enemy.

In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if the attacks on the officials were Prodigy's plan in the first place. Think about it: would Julian even know all the intricacies of New York's local politics, enough to know who, where and when to target? Would the Cuckoos care enough to learn, when they could just mind-control all the Council members into having a public orgy to get them all fired?

Conclusion: Prodigy is a bullshitter.

My theory is that he falls somewhere in the middle of the Xavier-Magneto spectrum. The Quiet Council is going too far with their command and conquer ideas. But Xavier's dream of co-existence is too flawed. So go for a middle ground: co-existence, but taking steps to ensure the humans don't mess it up.

But Prodigy Got Arrested?

Yes. If this was all part of the plan, he still threw away a good career and risked being sent to prison. He loses the influence he had as a professor to educate the masses and keep Krakoa alive.

But think about it: he lose everything because he chose to do the right thing and stop a bad guy. He's making himself out to be a martyr who's being unfairly punished for the system. Something he knew would happen, because he told Kamala about the risks of him getting involved earlier in the issue.

If he lost his job? Mutants will see him as a hero and rally to his cause, while Kamala will respect him more. If he kept his job? Sweet, tenure and the opportunity to keep spreading the good word of Krakoa.

Or, alternate theory: what if this was just Plan B?

Because Prodigy's flatscan boyfriend was watching the drama on TV, and he was wondering why no other heroes were showing up. Weird detail to mention. Usually heroes don't show up in another series outside of crossover or a plot point. That's just how comics work. So why call attention to it?

Maybe a hero was supposed to show up and get involved, and they were going to be Hellion's opponent. They show up, defeat Hellion, and he gets arrested. No loses their jobs, no one gets hurt. Except for Kamala but whatever. She'll be okay. Since no hero showed up, Prodigy had to step in and get involved to keep the plan going.

Prodigy wanted to keep the job, but he was willing to sacrifice it for Plan B, to ensure everything went smoothly. It was a worthy sacrifice.

Of course, Hellion goes to Graymalkin either way. And that's right where he needs to be. He could be their man on the inside, keeping tight until the Council or X-Men launch their strike on Graymalkin. With his help, they can free all the mutants who are being unfairly held captive.

The martyr angle is cool when you look at the cover for #7, coming in a few months.

He's been drawn in the style of those murals people paint. You know the ones. Where people are killed unfairly, so they're memorialized and honored by people who they've inspired. I think there's a word for it, but Googling with a vague, largely biased, possibly misinterpreted sentence is hard. But you guys know what I mean. It's like that Lionheart mural in Robyn Hood? For the 3 people who watched that show. Mostly to laugh at how bad it is. But still.

But this is just my segue into my next point: speculating about Synch.

NYX #7

"I've seen what you're building, Prodigy. And I don't think you have any idea how dangerous it is. Ms. Marvel trusts you, but you're helping her perpetuate a lie. Sophie trusts you, but you're absolving her of her crimes. Wolverine trusts you, but you're asking her to indulge her violence. Anole trusts you, but he's the only one of you holding to the old ways. So I'll make this easy. I'll do it in a language we both understand. My name is Synch. And I challenge you to a battle to the death. I challenge you to the CIRCLE PERILOUS."

The solicits are written from Synch's perspective, and he's calling out Prodigy. And this message makes a lot of sense when you consider everything we've talked about.

Ms. Marvel trusts you, but you're helping her perpetuate a lie.

He's manipulating her, and she's going along with him. She's perpetuating his lies, because she's unknowingly supporting him while ignorant of his false flag operations and schemes.

Sophie trusts you, but you're absolving her of her crimes.

Sophie is in on the plan, and Prodigy is justifying all their actions. We saw how bad she felt about betraying Kamala, but knew she had to do bad things for the greater good. Prodigy gets to be the boss and direct her, so none of these bad things are really her fault: she was simply told to do them, because it was the only way to help mutants.

Wolverine trusts you, but you're asking her to indulge her violence.

This is curious. Back in issue 2, he at least wasn't aware of her stuff with Local or Mojo. But if she's in on the plan, maybe he was just surprised to see her doing things unrelated to their mission.

What's her role? If she's indulging in violence, maybe she's the one who's assassinating people during Hellion's attacks? After all, how can he single out one person during all that chaos, and manage to kill them and only them, each and every time.

I got the idea from Dewyatt. While everyone's distracted, Laura is sneaking in and killing the politicians. And if you want some extra drama for fun: since Hellion would be against her being used to kill, the Cuckoos wipe his memory of her involvement. Laura is against the violation of autonomy, but maybe she accepts it because she doesn't want Hellion to become a killer? Stopping him from killing, just like he stopped her from killing in the past.

Anole trusts you, but he's the only one of you holding to the old ways.

The old ways. We know Anole's ways are the ways of the Morlocks/Krakoans/Arakki. And while he's living in the sewers, he also wants them to walk on the surface openly, and without fear.

Prodigy agrees with those views. Maybe Anole trusts in Prodigy's plans?

Empath

Where does Empath fit in? He clearly didn't expect Prodigy to come in, and he was angry when he won. So he must not be in on the plan. So why is he there?

In this issue, one of the Cuckoos says how suspicious they'd look if someone from the outside saw that they were working with Empath. They don't seem to like him. Another Cuckoo elaborates that he's working with them. Either way, they clearly don't have much respect for him, and are other-ing him from the plan.

I'm not sure where he fits in. But if Prodigy is the mastermind, he's merely a pawn in a much bigger game. He thinks he's the puppeteer, but he doesn't even notice the strings coming out of his own back.

Conclusion

Prodigy is the mastermind behind the Quiet Council and its machinations. He's purposely staging big scenes to secretly assassinate bad people, but not actually hurting any innocent people. He's trying to manipulate Ms. Marvel and condition her to his less-than-ideal, but non-genocidal plan. He staged a fight with Hellion, so the latter could get arrested and be their man on the inside. In the end, Prodigy is trying to be the best mix of all previous factions, which he believes will ultimately guide mutants towards progress.

Will this be canon? No, absolutely not. This theory is complete nonsense. But I'm not going to let the truth get in the way of a good story.

[marionluth]

I'm working on a new story based on an awesome prompt given in the Iron Dad: Readers and Writers discord.

The prompt is basically: Peter dresses up as a Goth for Halloween. Tony doesn't realize it is Halloween and thinks he's going through a goth face for real and wants to be supportive. Comedic chaos ensues.

Excerpt (first draft, don't judge too much pretty please! I was just really excited to share something 😁 ) 👇

TW: theres mention of depression and self harm as scientific studies findings. Not as something any of the characters in the excerpt or particular fic struggles with. Still mentioning it just to be safe. This whole story is entirely crack-taken-seriously.

[...] Tony reached for his coffee mug and downed a generous gulp before turning to Happy, invoking his patience. “I sent you for the kid, Happy. Where’s Pete?”

“He’s coming, but you gotta play it cool.”

“I… What?”

“You gotta play it cool, okay? Don’t come at the kid. Teenagers are like that, they do stupid things all the time. So, just remember to play it cool and definitely don’t laugh,” Happy said hastily, looking behind his shoulder as if worried Peter would hear his weird little speech.

Tony could tell Happy could barely hold it together. His friend was ready to burst into his thundering belly-laugh and Tony brought the mug to his lips again, knowing he’d need a lot of caffeine to take whatever was coming. His sleep-deprived brain jumped to Spider-Man. Maybe the kid had skipped school to patrol? But then again Peter never skipped school. Maybe the kid found some action before coming here and got injured? But Happy knew Tony would never laugh over an injury. That was Peter’s thing. He didn’t have time to contemplate this any further, as the doors of the lab slid open and Tony watched Peter stepping inside.

He sputtered in his mug and felt his eyes bulging, but Happy cleared his throat, and Tony immediately schooled his expression. Slowly lowering the cup, he wiped droplets of coffee from his face with the back of his hand.

“Hey, kid,” he managed, his eyes taking in Peter head to toe. Jesus Christ. Was this karma? This should definitely be karma. And MJ. This was one hundred percent MJ influenced. Damnit, he might need to have words with that girl.

“Hey, Mr. Stark.”

Happy exhaled loudly through his nose and Tony knew the man would burst out in laughter any second now. Sure enough a second later Happy snickered which he immediately tried to cover with a cough.

Tony slowly turned to glare at him. Oh, so he could laugh? “You okay there, Hap? Need some water or anything?”

“No, nope,” Happy managed after clearing his throat, his tone too mirthful for Tony’s liking. “Just something in my throat. All good now.”

“Right, Hap, thanks for the update. We’ll call you when it’s time to take Peter home,” Tony said trying to sound his usual self, but his mind was still in a daze at what he was seeing. If Happy hadn’t come in to warn him, he’d be entirely sure he was hallucinating.

Happy scurried out of the lab, and Peter walked towards Tony and looked up at him, waiting. Tony stared down at the kid, still trying to process.

Peter smacked his black-tinted lips. “So what are we doing today?”

The question gave Tony something to grab on and he immediately turned his attention to the computer. “I am writing a new code to fix an issue with the new drone. Wanna jump in?”

“Sure Mr. Stark,” Peter bobbed his head and a strand of raven black hair fell on his white-makeup covered forehead.

Tony stepped aside to give Peter the floor and let out a slow breath, finally having the chance to take in the kid’s appearance without Peter knowing. Black dyed hair, full-on goth makeup complete with dark eyeshadow, eyeliner and black lipstick. Black leather jacket, a band t-shirt (who the hell were Bauhaus?), ripped black jeans, weathered black converse shoes. A goddamn piercing on his left ear and another above his right eyebrow.

Tony found himself swerving between worried, amused, and entirely out of his water.

“Keep working on that and I’ll be right, back, kid,” he told Peter, who turned to look at him questioningly. “Coffee refill,” Tony said, raising his mug. “We’re all out down here, so I’ll fetch some from upstairs. I’ll get you some hot chocolate and snacks too.”

“Sounds good, Mr. Stark. Thank you.”

Tony rushed out of the lab and headed to the elevator, letting out an audible huff when the doors closed behind him.

“FRIDAY has my kid turned emo?”

“Peter’s attire and makeup is not emo, but goth, boss.”

“Give me dets and if I have anything to worry about, FRI.”

“Goth is a subculture that emerged in the late 1970s, characterized by dark, mysterious, and often romantic aesthetics. It includes fashion elements like black clothing, dramatic makeup, and accessories, as well as music genres such as goth rock and post-punk. There have been a few studies indicating that teenagers who identified with the goth subculture were more likely to experience depression and engage in self-harm.”

Tony blanched.

“The kid might have depression? Might self-harm?”

“Correlation does not imply causation, boss. A lot of teenagers choose the goth style and subculture as a form of expressing individuality.”

“Ok, you know the drill. Parenting forums, parenting experts, scan and tell me what do I do?”

“The consensus is this is likely a phase, boss. And that you should remain supportive to Peter’s chosen form of self-expression. A lot of parents stress that in their experience if you don’t make a big deal out of it, it will likely pass sooner.”

“Okay. Okay, Tony, you can do this. You’ve built a suit of armor in a cave with a box of scraps. You can handle a goth phase. Cause this just it, a phase. I remain supportive. I don’t make fun of him. I don’t make a big deal out of it. Solid plan.”

[obsidiancreates]

Just Another Day In The Dimwood

"How the hell did we end up back here?!" Booker whispers furiously to Grumley.

"I dunno," Grumley whispers back, almost whimpering. "We just ran and here we are!"

"Whatever Bitsy's going for in that hutch better be worth this." Booker takes a deep breath. "Okay, just this one last time. One last distraction in this godforsaken clearing and then we're never coming back here again!"

"Never?"

"Never, Grumley. Not even for all the gold in the Dimwood."

"Wow. Alright, one more distraction." Grumley looks down at the powder Peggy had given him before she, Hazel, and Bitsy had sprinted off into the woods. "I won't die, right?"

"I sure hope not, but it's Peggy, so I can't really confirm or deny that as a possibility."

"Well... here goes." Grumley shoves the powder in his mouth and takes a swig of the bottle Peggy had also given him. He coughs a little as thick foam begins to spill out from his jowl-covered mouth.

"Holy shit, it worked- I mean HELP! HEEEELP, OH GODS, THERE'S A-A RABID DOG! AHHHHHHHH!" Booker dashes into the main clearing, gathering as much attention as possible away from the party that had moments ago been readied to investigate why Smoke could be seen coming from that horrid hutch the heretic once lived in.

Grumley chases after Booker, growling and snarling as scarily as he can! He chases him all around the clearly, but the two keep a tight pattern around the path out of town towards Bitsy's old house. Mice and rabbits and cats and dogs alike all scream, chaos spreading as cries of "RABIES!" fill the air!

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"Oh, Bitsy! You didn't tell us you had cookies left in your house!" Hazel yanks the jar out of the old slightly-singed cupboard and begins wolfing them down without a second thought.

"To be fair we thought it'd burned down because she left the woodstove lit when we ran away before," Peggy says, looking through Bitsy's bookshelf which contains no books, but lots of jars of herbs.

"We did?" Bitsy herself is digging through the ashes inside said stove.

"You said you left it on, yeah."

"Wow. Well how didn't it burn down? Did you save my Hutch, Creator?"

"I must have." Peggy kicks over a bucket clearly left by the firefighting brigade that obviously came and stopped the fire so it wouldn't burn the entire clearing down. "What're we lookin' for again?"

"Is it that mysterious chest you told us about that first night?" Hazel asks as she finishes the jar of cookies. "Ooooh, scones!"

"No, not that." Bitsy moves on to look under the bed. "I'm lookin' for my best chewin' stick!"

"We're here for a stick?" Peggy pauses, then shrugs. "Just don't tell Booker, he might have an aneurysm."

"What's an Anne-your-eseem?"

"It's like your brain poppin' in your skull."

"Wow... I get that all the time!"

"I think that's just bubbles in your ears, Bitsy. I get it too when I-I climb really high and come back down."

"But I don't climb!"

"You do run real fast though, sort of the same thing. ... Somehow."

"I learn so much with you all."

"Well we're a very knowledgeable and well-learned bunch. What's this jar full of?"

"Poppy seeds. If you work with 'em the right way they make you all sleepy and relaxed and not in pain anymore."

"Oh, is that what this liquid next to them is?"

"Yeah!"

"Hazel just drank half the jar."

"Oh. ... It'll be fine, I think. As long as we don't gotta run real soon."

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Booker and Grumely sprint away from the angry crowd. As soon as just one resident recognized them, the rest followed. Groups of angry, grieving families now chase them with pitchforks, scythes, and anything else sharp available in the clearing.

"GUYYYYS!!! WE GOTTA GET OUTTA HERE!!!" Booker screams as they run towards the hutch.

"IT'S VERY URGENT!!!"

"WE HAVE TO GET MOVING AT A VERY QUICK AND CONSISTENT PACE!!!"

"FOR A REALLY, REALLY LONG TIME!!!"

Peggy looks out the window. "Yeah Booker that's not- HOLY SHIT- Bitsy you gotta wake Hazel up!"

"WHAT?!" Booker ducks as a rock flies by his head. "SHE'S ASLEEP?!"

"Well I'll just give her this white powder that makes me feel real fast!"

"Great idea."

Booker groans and looks to Grumley. "We're so fucked."

[moonlightdoesgenshin]

Ok my brain. Cannot get this out of my head.

So transfem Hunter(I call her Luna) gets a concealment stone to help her with her dysphoria(my Raeda kid oc is the one to give it to her but that's not important here) and it kinda helps her disconnect with her Golden Guard persona and really feel like herself. So when she figures out that she likes Willow romantically, she decides to kill two birds with one stone and comes out to Willow as trans in the same conversation that she asks her out in.

And whenever they're together, Luna usually has the concealment stone(they've had many conversations about how Willow likes/loves her just as much without it, too), so that disconnect between Luna and the Golden Guard continues(though, again, they've talked about it, and in this universe Luna started figuring out that the covens/Belos were fucked up a lot earlier).

Luna is an attentive and adoring girlfriend, always bringing Willow flowers she finds and making sure she's taking care of herself. And of course, as a generally anxious person, she frets over/worries about Willow a lot.

So now I'm just imagining this situation where Willow calls/texts Luna for help because the main gang have bitten off a little more then they can chew, and once the situation is delt with Luna is fretting over her and making sure she's okay, scolding her about not calling her earlier and checking her for injuries.

And this entire time. She wasn't wearing the concealment stone. And Luz, Amity, and Gus are literally right there.

So while Luna and Willow are in their own little world having Emotions, neither of them even really registering what Luna looks like, Luna is in full Golden Guard regalia.

Eventually, one of them(probably Amity let's be real), just very quietly, but very forcefully, whispers "What the fuck?"

And then the rest of the chaos begins!

[covenofthearticulate]

ASH my love I missed your post last night I'm so glad you're okay!! 🫂🫂🫂

let me see if I can come up with any good vampire thoughts on the fly:

- for armand/lestat/louis I feel like lestat has SO MUCH to learn in terms of being a selfless lover and I guess I’m remembering crimson incarnate again like I do every day of my life, but this time I want lestat to put into practice what he’s learned about putting others’ needs first. and not just sex! I want to see him watching armand to learn how to pamper louis the way louis WANTS to be pampered. I want the three of them in the bath together and for once it’s not The Lestat Show but he’s watching louis and armand bathe each other and he finds in him to ask what he can do too 🤧 he ASKS armand if he’d like a turn in the middle for once

- thinking about louis and daniel, and I just think it would be really sweet if louis became the guy daniel went to whenever he feels like there’s a rift or a miscommunication happening in his relationship with armand (I feel like going to lestat or marius with this one would make it worse). since BOTH louis and daniel are on the fledging side of the equation, there’s a unique common ground here. tl; dr: louis is the post-canon a/d marriage counselor (also it’s so funny bc I know armand and louis commiserate re: lestat and now louis and daniel can commiserate re: armand rip louis my guy does not get a break)

- for armand/louis I’m just imagining louis getting armand’s blood stained filthy love letter and tearing off a rust colored edge and putting it in his mouth like an absolute fucking weirdo so he can have the slightest taste of armand on his tongue as he writes his response (whatever that may be 🫢 )

- for lestat/louis I’m know it doesn’t align with canon since most animals are afraid of vampires and mojo was the exception, but I desperately want them to raise a puppy together! I think they deserve it and I usually imagine louis with cats, but I also think he’d be so sweet with a dog and he’d never stop making comments to it—“you’re just like your papa” when it jumps up and licks his face (papa being lestat)

hope these made you smile and hope you feel better soon babe!!! ❤️❤️❤️ (I apologize for any typos I just drank two energy drinks and I am ZOOMING)

Hi friend I hope you know the reason for the late reply is because I've been keeping this in my inbox like a little locket and I go back to peek at it every time I need inspo or serotonin lmfao but these are all so excellent!!!!!!!!!!

LESTAT WATCHING ARMAND PAMPER LOUIS IN THE BATHTUB HELP I'M DECEASED you're so big brained for this oh my god like Crimson Incarnate was fun and I loved having Lestat watch Armand but I can't believe I never even thought about having Lestat watch Louis! Especially because they don't share the Mind Gift I bet Armand would pull out all the stops just to get Louis to vocalize a little more when he does something he likes :)

And YES I love the idea of Daniel being able to talk to Louis about Armand!!! and even before that like i’m honestly so intrigued by what it would look like when Daniel first decides that he’s going to stay with Louis and Armand like how long does it take for them to stop being awkward around one another and what does it look like the very first time that Daniel broaches the subject and asks Louis for advice!!! they have so much baggage between each other but their common ground is Armand 🥺🥺🥺

(also listen……..every day i’m tempted to write a letter from Louis in reply to the Armand letter like my god that shit STILL lives in my head rent free)

nooooooooooooo but i’m gonna fucking CRY at the idea of Loustat raising a puppy together 😭 like Mojo was already full grown when Lestat found him but imagine all the lovely chaos that comes along with raising a little PUPPY!! Louis is the dad who said “Absolutely Not” when Lestat showed up one night with a little dusty stray and then two days later Louis is planted on the sofa with the puppy curled up on his chest and he refuses to let Lestat anywhere near them LMAO (also just think of all the bittersweet ANGST of the two of them living together and co-parenting again and healing but also still being incredibly traumatized after Claudia aaaaaahhhhhhhh)

[jortschronicles]

The Don Marcus Project - a costuming diary

At Vindheim's first Accademia della Spada, the tournament for Princess Octavia's champion was held. My brother white scarf, Master Marcus von Furth, WSA was chosen as HSH's personal champion to be sicced on her foes and to defend her good name and honor. Several years ago, when Marcus was chosen to be Deanna I's champion, she approached my wife to make him one new suit so he could better look the role. That she did, and in addition a second hand silk suit (seen below) we had bought hoping it would fit me did not, but it sure did fit our boy!

(I'm still mad about that suit not fitting me, I'm OBSESSED)

This time, Marcus approached me about making 1 new suit and 2 extra doublets to help him better look the part and to accommodate his sick new gains! Ah, the joys of working out and eating sufficient protein. All your old stuff no longer fits right, and specifically in the difficult areas to let out and take in. Marcus's preferred style of doublet is almost more of a jerkin, with little sleeve puffs as seen in his old doublet and in Don Gabriel de la Cueva y Giron Duke of Albuquerque by Giovanni Battista Moroni (Moroni my beloved <3333) as seen below. Obviously, the heat of Ansteorra contributes to certain styling decisions and the removal of the full length doublet between the undershirt and the puff-sleeved doublet.

The time had come for my second attempt to figure out the barra system and pattern drafting method featured in Matthew Gnagy's The Modern Maker. For those of you who haven't yet used it, it is genius and intuitive in how counterintuitive it can feel. Gnagy walks even an intermediate (begrudgingly) sewist through a historical pattern drafting method that relies on the tendency of the human body to be proportional in certain measurements to the bust, waist, hip, and height. It makes an incredibly good first draft which, for the doublet I'm working on myself concurrently, only took one pass. In defense of the mockup for Marcus, I was figuring it out as I went, okay?

I used multiple colors of sharpies to keep my brain from melting as I went, starting with a fine pointed light pink as a "sketching" sharpie and frequently clarifying lines with an orange or blue sharpie. I did run into issues where my math failed me and had to insert extra fabric, as seen above, but who knew what chaos those simple insertions would portend....

Behold, the frankendoublet. The result of me screwing up and miscalculating in some places, learning after the first try on that the wearer had gained 2 inches of bicep and almost 3 inches of chest and back muscle in the months since I'd last measured him, and in confirming his preference for a more modern, long-torsoed garment than the higher waistline seen in late period. I swear there was a method to this madness, but it gives a few of my apprentice siblings headaches looking at it and I don't blame them. I transferred the pattern to paper, and we were off to the races!

A quick interjection about the fabric choices: we are both in the middle of financial tight spots, so as much as I'd like to work with natural materials (that don't melt by campfires at the very least) we agreed to opt for 1 silvery-blue shot silk-look polyester doublet, 1 crimson shot silk-look polyester doublet, and 1 royal blue polycotton striped brocade full suit, all intended to be interchangable for a variety of outfits. I bought 2 yards for each of the doublets and 3 yards for the pants, rocking out at $40 flat for the self fabric. While not ideal for breathability and late night campfires, right now it's hard to beat costs like that. The silvery-blue can be seen for the remainder of this post as I chose to use it for the first doublet.

In one full day's work I have managed to chalk and cut out the full doublet from the self and the lining (a slate blue linen I pulled from stash) and used approximately 1.6 yards of each. Behold my selection of pattern weights, including a remote, a basket hilt, 3 bottles of paint, most of a block of wax, some drill blocks, sticky notes, and a can of coke I was putting off drinking so it could continue to serve as a pattern weight.

By the end of day 1 of sewing I had assembled the full body and sleeves and begun pinning the collar. This is my first suit lined doublet so I am definitely taking things a little slower than usual. Thus far all the seams have been machine sewn aside from the finishing on the sleeve cuff. After some extra thought considering biceps and the volume of fabric, I patterned the bicep cuffs to have approximately 2 inches of excess cuff to hide within the seam to be easily let out if further size changes do occur. At this point I left the cuffs open for one more fitting before seaming them closed. By the end of the night I also finished the strip of waist eyelets, sewn on linen canvas provided by Asa inn blindi, so in the future pants can be pointed to this doublet. By this time, however, I was a little too dangerously sleepy to be trusted with a sewing machine so with the collar pinned I ended for the night.

The next day saw the attaching of the collar, the reopening of the shoulder seam to "zhuzh" more of the length of the back into the shoulder to accommodate the natural volume of shoulder muscles and to make the collar fall correctly. The eyelet strip was first sewn to the seam allowance of the waist line, after which the seam allowance + eyelet strip was pressed to the body and stitched down securely. After that, some lovely hand dyed wool twill tape was donated by Asa in blinda to cover and protect the raw edges along the waist line.

Rather than the strip of silk taffeta Gnagy recommends the tailor tacks in to the left side to reinforce the buttonholes, I ironed in a strip of fusible interfacing as reinforcement.

Glamor shot of the interfacing being sewn in by hand. My hand seams are getting a wee bit straighter.

In absence of the much sturdier taffeta Gnagy recommends for both trimming and reinforcement, I used scraps of a much lighter weight silvery-gray silk fished out of Asa's scraps, like a raccoon through a trash can. This does not provide the same structural benefit as the taffeta trimming, but it does introduce a little extra "pop" to the colors imho.

Then I tackled my first-ever hand sewn buttonholes. I opted for 3 strands of DMC 930 cotton embroidery floss on the final project after testing with buttonhole thread, all 6 strands, and 2 strands.

And finally, some glamor shots of the completed garment. From left to right, the "secret ease" on the bicep meant to make adjustments for more muscle growth easier to accommodate, the collar lining sewn in, and the final garment waiting in my office to be handed to the recipient at Coronation.

Overall, I think we're both very pleased with the results. Master Marcus retained his full (and simply absurd) range of motion on and off the field, the garment is machine washable, and it is a lovely color on him. The combined power of the ladies of our Princess's household has convinced him to let me raise the waistline on doublet 2 a whole two inches, which I am very excited about.

What did I learn?

The barra method is not nearly as terrifying to manage as I think it is, as long as you trust the process

Multiple colors of sharpies are a game changer.

I'm actually faster at hand-sewing buttonholes than I am at machine sewing them, because I get so anxious about sewing them by machine.

Suit-lined garments are SO much easier to do seam finishing on, it's absolutely night and day.

I think I want to make an entire doublet of silk taffeta. This is a problem. I need money and confidence to do so.

What's next?

Update the 14th C English clothing powerpoint to what I currently use for classes

I am currently making an Elizabethan suit for Darien de Shameless with my apprentice sibling Asa in blinda, with aims of finishing it for Queens Champion

I am currently making an Elizabethan-ish suit for Viscount Micauley Morison ahead of Winter Crown (but cheating on the pants so he has one pair of breezy breeches). The construction is largely the same to this one, so if I make a post about it it probably won't include an entire construction diary. Just some glamor shots.

I am making Rus for Dona Halldora Hrafnsdottir, but I keep getting distracted on which Navershnik I want to finish first.

I am looking forward to making some new and improved Rus for myself and Centurion Runa Bjarki ahead of the Crown/Coronet season, with an eye towards moving us to more accurate pieces.

I need to do a Shift Weekend where I just churn out shifts, chemises, and rubakhas

[tixdixl]

skin for Xiang

You come into my home? And ask me to make my newest OC 3-dimensional? How dare lol

Thank you for this!!

skin: How comfortable is your OC in their skin? Do they grapple with anything that lives inside them—a beast, a curse, a failure, a monster? How do they face the smallest, weakest, most horrible version of themself? Are they able to acknowledge it at all?

I'm not entirely certain the answer to this, at least not in full detail. But what you've had him reveal to me actually seems to help make sense a contradiction in his behavior. He seems so head empty- and a lot of times he is. He can sometimes be slower to pick up on things, especially books smarts that aren't his obsessions. And yet, when in the thick of it, he can act on the fly. He can assess a situation rapidly in the moment and manuever with ease and precision. He also is weirdly good at reading the vibes in a room. Vibe checks and insight are weirdly something he excels at.

He seems at moments altruistic and sometimes like a total airhead, doing things without the intent of doing harm, even if he does end up inconveniencing, annoying, or even harming someone else. And yet, he's a scamp. He's an imp who loves mischief. He loves creating and instilling chaos wherever he goes. And he overly relies on his innate good luck to bail him out.

How can all these things be true?

...He's dissociating. And he's intentionally detaching himself from consequences and mental deep dives. Not always, but often times, he is disconnected from himself. He depersonalizes and moves through passing moments as if what is currently happening is the only thing, being in the now. For clarification: this isn't like a dissociative disorder thing. Xiáng is still Xiáng. There is only one Xiáng. But if he's floating through life as if he just needs to go with the flow, only applying his skills and complex thought when either there is a sense of importance, gravity, or even danger; or when something catches his attention? That sounds to me like a moment of grounding in an otherwise haze.

It has something to do with his eye- I'm still not solid on what is up with his eye. But it's connected, that much I do know. And the experience he had that resulted in his eye becoming dark and cloudy via magical means was likely a traumatic one. It also probably would help explain why he has a huadian (an indicator that he has supernatural ability).

I'm sure this all sounds like a massive brain storm, and if I'm being truthful, I have no idea whether or not I will keep literally any of this? But this is where my mind went when you asked this. So... I hope this is okay. 😅

Prompt

Tag list: @ramshacklerumble @rainesol @elenauaurs @thehollowwriter @starry-night-rose

@cyanide-latte @blithesharem @theleechyskrunkly @boopshoops @inmateofthemind

@the-trinket-witch

Lmk if you want added/removed

[dark-twist-fairytales]

Okay, a little bit about Dragon Kai because brain is SCREAMING:

-Kai knows he's partial dragon, but thinks only that: Partial. Wings, tail, claws, and ears. He doesn't believe he's a full dragon

^Nya ALSO knows this and thinks the same of partial rather than full.

-It's almost.. Separated? Odd way to explain, but there's always two little voices in his head, one that's his sunconcious and self preservation (barely there), and the other, much louder one, is the dragon side that craves to let the oghers know.

-The Pilot would also be a good factor of funny, from Cole's fear alone:

"I'm not scared of anything in this world." "Except for dragons!" "Uh.. I said 'in this world', Jay. Dragon's don't exist." Kai's standing there trying not to look suspicious while also really wanting to scare this dude he's barely known because come on, the opportunity is right there!

-During season 1, he's just casually talking with the dragons and understanding them and not realizing that he looks just a little bit not there to the others.

-Jay making some sort of remark of "Hey! We all got inhuman things except for Kai!" And both Nya and Kai have to hold back grins because if only you knew, Jay.

-Yes, Wu knows. Yes, Garmadon knows. Both keep the secret because honestly it pleases the oni side to watch the chaos of a dragon stirring shit up and still being secretive about it.

^To that point, Wu allows Kai to stretch his wings out after a long while of them being pent up, giving off the excuse to the other's of him 'needing fresh air'. It's not wrong, but it's not fully right either.

-I'm not sure what I like better: Kai being slow aging in human years or fast aging in dragon years.

-Honestly, I love the thought of Kai just being so Huge as a dragon and then the second shortest ninja.

[whovianwatchingstartrek]

A Whovian Watches Star Trek for the First Time: Part 110 - Under the Command of Evil Georgiou

Star Trek: Discovery - Season 1 Episode 15 - Will You Take My Hand?

Okay, We're now onto the Season 1 Finale of Discovery! I'm excited to see how we end this season out!

We open aboard Discovery with making quoting something about the nature of feart, and unfortunately I don't recognise it, so I'm just left with the Foreboding nature of the passage.

This Georgiou's command style is immediately noticeably Terran. I loved how tense the Bridge was during the opening sequence. Her absolute disdain for the Klingons, Saru, and later in the episode Ash Tyler, pushes all of the right buttons in my head, and I can't wait for her to get her comeuppance. She makes a few veiled references to how she eats Kelpians towards Saru, and it just made my skin crawl, and so did her calling Ash an "it" later on. Unfortunately however, there is not much the crew can do for now, as she's the only one who fully knows the plan.

After the intro Georgiou and Michael interrogate L'Rell about which landing site would be best for discovery. Of Course L'Rell doesn't talk, which launches Georgiou into a much more brutal method of getting the information out of her. That doesn't work either, and Michael calls that to a stop. I'm really glad that Michael is starting to realise that maybe this isn't the way to go. Michael then takes Georgiou to Ash, and since he has Voq's memories, he willingly gives over the information they want. We also get a bit of worldbuilding about Klingon history, just a bit about Kahless and how he defeated someone called Molor, who the Klingons seemed to have worshipped in a similar way to how they worship Kahless now. I really want to know more this, and I'm trying to piece together their culture from the little scraps I'm being given.

This episode from the get go is clearly about the clear difference between Imperial tactics and Federation Tactics, and whether or not the ends justify the means when it comes to Georgiou's brutality.

This episode is putting in a lot of work to undo the mistakes of the last few episodes surrounding Georgiou, and I am 100% here for it. The last couple episodes tried to make her too sympathetic, when she is a fascist dictator, but here she is written and portrayed in such a creepy slimey way, and it's definetly what they should have been doing from the get go. I've already mentioned her racism, but also in the way she interacts with the human crew. Her various threats towards Michael, and just general attitude towards Sylvia Tilly gives me shivers, and in this episode alone I think she's earned a spot among my favourite villains so far.

Discovery Makes it's jump into the caves of Kronos, and the ground crew, made up of Michael, Ash Sylvia and Georgiou exit into an Orion market to try and get the location of this shrine.

On a side note, the more even split among male and female Orion slaves makes the whole idea feel a lot less behind-the-scenes slimy than the Orions did in Enterprise, thankfully. Here it feels slimy in a way where it feels like it's supposed to feel slimy, and not just... whatever Enterprise was doing in it's Orion focus episode. Also I'm not going to pretend like the eye-candy isn't appreciated in my bisexual brain, it feels a lot less uncomfortable when it doesn't feel like exploitation.

Amongst the chaos of the market, we get a few good downtime scenes, particularly of Sylvia being an absolute fish out of water, and a really well written heart to heart between Ash and Michael, where we finally get the full details of what happened to Michael's Bio-parents. Her survivor's guilt over this trauma is an interesting angle, and the detail of her memory over her trauma is something I really want to see explored in the future, and it really adds a interesting layer with her relationship with Ash.

Tilly finds out that the Drone she's guarding isn't a drone, but a planet cracking bomb designed to make the planet uninhabitable, and unfortunately Georgiou has moved too fast for Discovery to do anything.

Thankfully, Discovery manages to talk Starfleet out of the plan, and fromt here it's just a matter of sending in Michael to convince Georgiou to stop, which turned out easier than expected. Discovery hands the Detonator over to L'Rell, and convinces her to step up as the Klingons leader, and end the war. Ash choses to go with him, meaning we'll need a new chief of Security again. His goodbye to Michael . Georgiou is then let free, and I'm hoping we'll see her again sooner rather than later, because she still has a lot fascisty stuff to answer for.

Michael's speech at the end as she obtains her official pardon, and the crew get their official commendations, was also a fantastic way to cap off the season. We're also given an absolute shocker of a cliffhanger, as Discovery picks up a distress call from the Enterprise, so I can't wait to see what that's about!

I really liked this finale. I was shaky going into it with how the previous episodes were treating Georgiou, but this more than made up for it. It really capped of the whole methods vs results theme the season was going for, and it was just generally fun. I enjoyed myself here.

I have a couple Short Treks which I'll cover in one post tomorrow, and then immediately onto Season 2!

[the-ninja-legacy-whip]

How would you have written the story if Jesse wasn't in Love with Cole? Would they just be good friends? Would Cole still have a crush on Zane? Would have have shipped Cole with someone else or even Jesse with someone else? Would Jesse still have his character arc and be so close to the group? Would the others have other opinions on him?

idk this got long cuz my brain rot started showing:

How would you have written the story if Jesse wasn't in Love with Cole? Would they just be good friends? -

Legacy!Jesse, Royal!Jesse, Mermaid!Jesse, Cracked!Jesse: There is no universe in which I wouldn't love him!!!!!

DR!Jesse: Except the one in which the universe tries to force me not to (and fails)

Honestly though, I dunno how it would've gone! Technically, nothing major would change if Jesse was taken out—he's more of a situation enhancer than a situation changer (with some exceptions). The Crush Thing was the whole reason Jesse became, well, Jesse in the first place, as the Fuchsia Ninja was just going to be a joke character until the end of S2 otherwise, which would've meant no big surprise-element lore, no EM!Mystake, certainly no Miranda, far less focus on the student Council kids (meaning Antonia and Harumi wouldn't have gotten nearly as much spotlight), and we wouldn't have gotten the majority of the Elemental Compass info until season 3 when it was truly relevant.........

Half of the initial problem with wanting to incorporate more of the Fuchsia Ninja (for more movie!DNA in the story) is that I couldn't come up with a reason as to why this guy would even care what the 'actual' ninja were doing (as again, this was also prior to the completion of the Compass + making Surprise a full-on Element + the whole 'it's all gotta be a secret' thing). At one point he was going to be Lil Nelson's babysitter, but then that still didn't provide ample opportunity to, like, get him involved in anything.

And I (in a rare moment of weakness) don't even know how I'd depict a fully platonic Jesse and Cole lmaoooooooo it feels WRONG—

Cole, in art class: Psst, hey you, pink guy.

Jesse: ...yeah?

Cole: Can I borrow a pencil?

Jesse: Oh, yeah, sure. Here you go.

Cole: Cool, thanks. *puts on headphones and keeps drawing, never speaks to Jesse again*

Jesse: *thinking* ...I don't think I'm getting that pencil back. Oh well.

Cole: *thinking* What was that guy's name again? Jackson? Oh well.

...okay I could probably do better than that but I also can't conjure up a scenario that wouldn't inevitably end up in an 'oh' moment HELP

Would Cole still have a crush on Zane? - lol yes I wouldn't let go of my early!seasons Glacier love, you can pry Cole having a hopeless crush on Zane until mid-S3 (or early!S4) from my cold dead hands. But, Pixane would still be for the win.

Would you have shipped Cole with someone else or even Jesse with someone else? - Cole? Doubtful, especially now that DR is in the picture. Jesse? ...maybe? Aside from a brief thing with Skylor there's not really anyone else Jesse would have that sort of chemistry with—maybe post-S6 Sunni (which would piss Samantha off soooo bad lmfao), maybe a magician's assistant he gets down the line (who totally isn't a cute girl named Rory), maybe he just waits until adulthood to find a boyfriend or he just never gets bitten by the romance bug in the first place and resigns himself to not wanting and/or needing that kind of relationship and then we never get Cam

Would Jesse still have his character arc and be so close to the group?- The Character arc, yeah, definitely, since I kind of significantly need him for S4 now, but it all would've been squashed into S3-S4 rather than..."gently" paced out since S1. I doooon't think he would've been as close with the group though, and probably would've been like most of the other Derivatives and just tried to keep his nose down in the wake of all the chaos with The Order and whatnot (because if he's not nearly as involved in all the Elemental drama then there's no reason for Miranda's character to be a thing either, and that's even more personal motivation hacked away from him–)

Would the others have other opinions on him?-

Lloyd: He's interesting, wish I had more time to get to know him better. I never had time to ask though ;w;

Nya: He's a very hard worker in the student council! Dunno a thing of what he's like outside of school—He could be a killer for all we know.

Zane: I do not like his unpredictability. It unsettles me. How does he keep popping up without being detected?!

Jay: ...wait, who?

Kai: Nah, fuck that guy

Lloyd: ...Kai that's your opinion now-

Kai: Yeah but in this theoretical scenario I'd actually mean it

Jesse: I'm not even safe in an alternate reality e-e

Miranda: Imagine not falling in love with a boy leading to the existence of your own sister being deemed unnecessary. I'M the one truly suffering!

Cole: ...Wait what was that about falling in love with a boy–?

Jesse: NOTHING

Miranda: ...and with that attitude we might as well be in that non-romantic reality now

Jesse: AUGHHHH