#Moz answers

[callmesweetheartifyoumeanit]

Moz - I just spent most of my morning basking in the absolute loveliness of Pine Tree, Vermont! What a warm, happy (not to mention sexy) way to start my weekend! I'm so glad you reblogged Celebrate Me Home again to remind me to re-read. Love love LOVE this story, thank you once again for a happy place I wish I could live in forever! ❤️🥰

Oh you guys! You’re killing me with all these sweet messages! I’m so glad I could bring this bad boy back into your life! I don’t remember the last time I read it myself either. It just happened to cross my mind the other day and I had to take a stroll down memory lane. I’m so glad I did!

[acesofspadeses]

apparently Johnny had the trademark since 2018?

[mooseyspooky]

opens moz solo

closes moz solo

[a-jumped-up-pantry-girl]

Does anyone know why the heck Moz’s name is listed as “Paul” on this random interview. I have been looking all over the web and have not found anything if it so far. Was it a nickname for “Steven Patrick”?

[tenderperversion-moved]

good morning beloved Mika i hope you have a great day today!! :)

GOOD MORNING ANGEL thank you so much + ILY + hope you have a great day as well ! i managed to get out of bed before ten ay am so i think im on the right track (<- the bar is on the floor) 😎

[megamozartx]

I am once again asking why is he like this and why is the manga like this in general.

Why do the Reploids have butt creases.

Why did he get the ~flowery~ text??

(I am not certain if this font is readable on screen readers but I think I've heard it isn't, I'm just asking "why did he get the flowery text")

[IMD ID start:

Three images from the Mega Man/Rockman X manga as illustrated (and written?) by Iwamoto Yoshihiro.

First image: Four panels, three in succession showing the progress of Zero falling over dramatically as his broken helmet flies in the air and falls back down to the ground. His hair is loose. The fourth panel ends with him unconscious on the ground and his helmet crashing down.

Second image: One panel depicting Zero. He is pointing his buster to a person in the foreground with one hand and shrugging carelessly with the other hand. Bystanders in the background are cheering.

Text bubbles are all spoken by Zero and read: "All your bombs have been flooded" and "it's over."

"It's over" is in a different font compared to the other text, it is a flowing script font, implying a shift in Zero's vocal tone that may or may not be suited to the situation.

Third image: Three panels depicting Zero and Storm Eagle facing off. The first panel is a back shot on Zero, angled on the knees so it frames Storm Eagle between his legs. Storm Eagle is pointing his Buster at Zero with intent to shoot. Second panel shows Zero forming his Buster to confront Storm Eagle. Third panel shows the same angle as the first except it is now framing Zero between Storm Eagle's legs, also pointing his Buster at him with intent to shoot. There is a noticeable crease in Storm Eagle's "pants" implying a butt where there should not be, since he is a Reploid.

Text bubbles read:

Storm Eagle (first panel): I'll dispose of X. Get out of my way before you get yourself hurt!

Zero (third panel): I can't let you kill X, he is our hope.

IMG ID end]

[a-lilacsong]

mateo and quita moz for the writing requests please :D

(This story is set after "Spirit of a Wizard” and before "The Lightning Warrior")

 Mateo paced back and forth in the wooden hallway.  “I shouldn't be worried about this… this is going to be fine. All I have to do is go in there, say hi, then maybe we can talk, and if he's busy I can leave. No big deal right?”  He said to himself.  His clenched fist lingered near the mass of roots which made up the door, hesitating. He had only ever talked to Quita Moz once when he was with Elena, and he felt like he hadn't made the best impression. 

 The first thing he’d asked the Oracle was “Can I call you Quita?” He shook his head as he remembered. What was he thinking!? It was one thing to be awkward around nobility or the palace staff, but it was another thing entirely to give a bad impression to an all-knowing ancient magical being who might be one of the only beings who he could really discuss Maruviain magic with! He desperately wanted to, but he was afraid that his questions would sound childish to someone so old and wise. So the only time he'd ever really met the Oracle was when Elena insisted he come along with her for her crystal tamborita lesson. (A tamborita made out of crystal! It was just as beautiful as he'd imagined. He even got to hold it at one point!)

 Sure, he’d visited the other Sunbirds with Elena, and they were welcoming to him, but they weren't as interested in magic as Quita Moz (If you could even get them on this subject when talking with them). But now that he had his new tamborita from his grandfather's secret library, questions about it had been gnawing away at him and he finally mustered up enough courage to come here and try and ask those questions himself (after a little convincing from Elena, Luna, and Skylar). Maybe if they were here, they'd be able to help him, but they’d encouraged him to do it on his own. So here he was, he was going to walk through that door and say hello, no more hesitation. 

 Or maybe not. “No I really shouldn't bother him, he might not even be here right now…” He told himself. He turned to leave when suddenly the massive roots parted in front of him surprising him so much he fell backward onto the floor. Now that the door was open, he could see the giant Oracle inside, awake and looking down at him.

 He quickly stumbled back up to his feet and tried to brush himself off while making an attempt at a wave. “Hello uh hola, hi there Quita Moz, it’s me Mateo! Hi! Sorry to make a surprise visit like this. I just…”

 Quita Moz slithered towards the door “Greetings Mateo. It isn't a surprise to see that you're here.”

 He looked up at him in awe, “Were you able to foresee my visit?”

  “No,  I did not get any visions about it, I just heard you talking to yourself in the hallway for the past 10 minutes.”

 Mateo turned red “Congratulations me, you messed up your introduction yet again.” he thought. But he couldn't turn back now. “May I come in and speak with you? Por favor?”

 He gestured with his wing “I don't see why not, you may come in.”

 As Mateo walked through the door he looked at the roots that had been pulled away. “I'm glad to see that your door grew back after Kizin broke it. Maybe I should think about getting a door made out of living material for my wizard nook at the palace.” An anxious thought occurred to him “I'm sorry about not stopping Kizin before he got in here.” he apologized “But at least we stopped him before he released the other monsters, so all’s well that ends well right?” he awkwardly laughed and did a thumbs up.

 Quita Moz's expression remained neutral “I agree. It's actually quite impressive that you were able to stop him so quickly. The last time he escaped, much more was destroyed than a door.”

 “Oh well, it was mostly Naomi. She was the one who did all the stuff with the magic bag that day. Also, Elena and Gabe were there to stop him too, I was just sort of, you know, being part of the team.” He said pacing back and forth while flexing his fingers. 

 “You shouldn’t sell yourself short, Elena told me how important your research was in defeating him.”

 He stopped pacing and made eye contact “She did?” 

 He nodded. “Yes, she always speaks very highly of you, you are evidently quite good at your job.” 

 He could feel the excitement rising in his chest. He took his tamberita out of his holster and held it so that his hands didn't just flail around with enthusiasm. So, Quita Moz didn't think he was a total joke after all! “Well, thank you. Thanks. That's good to hear!” 

 “You're welcome.” Then the sunbird looked puzzled and seemed to stare at him more closely. “Did you paint me on your tamborita?”

 Oh no, he'd meant to ask about this more tactfully but now that the Oracle had seen it, the words just burst out of him all at once. “No, I mean, maybe? I mean, I didn't paint it! I found it in my abuelo's library, along with some old robes of his and I decided to start using it because it's so cool! And I realized it looks like you, and I didn't know that my abuelo even knew that you existed, so I didn't know if it was coincidence or if it was on purpose! And I wanted to know if you ever met my grandfather Alacazar before?”

 The sunbird spread his wings and furrowed his brow “Whoa, slow down Mateo, deep breaths. You look like you're about to fall over again.”

 “Right. Yes. Yep. Deep breaths.” Mateo breathed in and out for a few counts before Quita Moz continued. 

 “So Alacazar was the one who made it? That makes sense, he was quite the artisan when it came to crafting tamboritas, and he did quite the handsome job on this one. May I see it more closely for a minute?”

 “Yes, of course!” Said Mateo, handing it to him. “So you did know him! That's so cool, but I thought that everyone assumed that the sunbirds had disappeared since before he became the royal wizard?”

 Quita Moz Held the tamborita in his tail feathers like they were a hand. “We had disappeared, it was a calculated decision. There were certain things that needed to be dealt with before we made our presence known again, and you never know when it's the right time to come back after being gone for so long.” He turned the tamborita over. “Hardly anyone knew that we were back, but Alacazar was curious to a fault and eventually found us. He visited me a few times before humans were banned from visiting Vallestrella.”

 “Wow, that's amazing! You must have had a lot of time to talk with him and get to know him, right?”

 “Well, yes, we discussed things, monsters, magic, the future…”

 “So you told him prophecies about the future? His future?” Mateo was becoming ever more excited. The whole concept of prediction magic was fascinating, and yet with all he had read up about it he felt like he had barely scratched the surface of understanding it. 

 “Well, the flames can be pretty finicky at times, they didn't always show things every time he came to visit.”

 “Is there anything specific you can remember?”

 “Hmm.” He handed back the tamborita. “Yes, this is a very  good wand.” Said the Oracle, not answering his question. “I'm surprised you didn't start using it sooner.”

 “I only found the library last week. Before then, I had just been sleeping on top of it without ever knowing it was there. Although it was supposed to be a secret library, so I guess that makes sense.”

 “I see…so Alacazar didn't even tell his family about it?” It was hard for Mateo to read the sunbird’s expression. Was he just curious or was he concerned?

 Mateo shook his head “Oh no, my mom didn't know about it, and it wasn't in any of his journals either.”

 “Then it's quite lucky that you found it.”

 “Well, it wasn't quite luck….” Mateo replied, hoping Quita Moz wouldn't ask him any more about it. He could barely talk about it with his own mother, let alone an ancient Oracle he just formally met. 

 “Either way, it does fulfill a prophecy.” Quita Moz replied.

 “Wait, it does?”

 “Yes, you'd asked if I'd ever told Alacazar any prophecies in regards to him. Long ago in the flames I saw a young wizard with brown curly hair, wearing red robes, casting spells in his name. Now that I recall it, yes the wizard in the vision was wearing the same robes as you are now.”

 Mateo jumped up “You saw me?!”

 “Well, at the time neither of us were sure who it could be. After his daughter Rafa was born, he told me it must be her and that he was planning on teaching her magic when she was old enough. He said that he planned on surprising her with robes and her own tamborita as soon as she was ready.”

 “So then��He must have made these robes for her.” Mateo said. He had wondered why they fit him so well when the rest of his grandfather's robes had such wide shoulders. Some old people in town said he looked a lot like his mom, so it must be true of visions of the future as well.

 “Yes, although the flames' picture was unclear. Now that you're standing here before me I see that it must have been you all along. I'm sure that he'd be glad to know you’d found them and could wear them.”

 “That's just what Elena said! I mean, Elena was there, when I found the robes and the tamborita and she also thought that I should have them. I mean, otherwise they'd just be sitting there collecting dust. But now that I know this was foretold, that makes them even more special!” 

 “Indeed, although It is a surprise to me that he would choose to paint me on the tamborita.”

 “Well, I can see why, you were friends! You're the one who told him this prophecy in the first place, and you're majestic looking so why not paint you on it to honor you?”

 “Honor me?” 

 “Of course! You deserve to be honored as much as anyone else I know. You've always helped Elena with her scepter, you taught her spells that were essential for protecting the Kingdom, and you told her about the darkness so she can prepare for it; even if we're not sure what it is yet. You're so amazing! Ha, that's why I was so nervous to meet you and I guess I still am.” He saw the sunbird’s expression was one of apprehension. “Wait, you don't feel that way?”

 He shook his head “It's apparent that Alacazar as well as yourself held me in quite high regard but I did not do much to earn it.”

 “What do you mean? You've been helping us out a ton!”

 “Well, I've been helping Avalor in the present, but back then it was different. Over four decades ago I had visions of some kind of danger coming to Avalor, a dark force that would be hidden from view until its time had come...but I decided not to go through the portal to warn Alacazar about it. I decided that keeping my existence a secret was more important than seeking him out, and I just assured myself that it wouldn't be a big deal. That whatever it was, the kingdom of Avalor could defeat it and I wouldn't need to worry about it. But then it turned out that the threat was Shuriki.”

 Mateo stood still, taking this all in.

 “I only found out what happened when I overheard a jaquin patrol talking about the devastation. Now you are the last wizard left in Avalor.” he sighed “If only you had the chance to meet him. It's funny that you were afraid to meet me, because I've always been dreading the day that you would all learn this.”

 Quita Moz bowed his head, he voice going quiet: "I'm sorry for my inaction, and all the horrors that caused and I’m sorry that you were unable to meet him. You really are a lot like your grandfather, curious, kind, and eager."

 After a long moment of silence, Mateo replied, barely any more than a whisper. “I did meet him, and I-I wasn't able to save him either.”

 “You...did?”

 “Yes I-I-I—” he stuttered as a pain he'd been trying to bury in his heart shot to the surface.

 “Mateo…” Quita Moz spread out his wings towards the young wizard. With eyes full of tears, he ran over to him and accepted the hug.

~~~~~~~~~~

Three weeks later…

 “Hi Quita Moz!” said Mateo as he ran through the door of the cave. 

 Quita Moz looked over at the young wizard, who was carrying a very large backpack and wearing an even larger smile. “Hello Mateo, did you bring those potions you wanted me to look at?”

 “Yes right here!” he said, holding up a few of the shimmering bottles.

 “Great, those look- wait, is that your Maruvian spellbreaker potion?”

 "Yep, it's from the latest batch where I added raíz de estrella to help restore the equilibrium of a target's inner magic after the potion has broken the initial effects of the target spell. It worked well on my plant tests. But umm, what do you think?"

 "Mateo, that's…really clever, I hadn't considered that before, but that plant is a natural counter to the effects of hojas azules de frambuesa, so that makes sense it would balance it out."

 “That's what I thought! I mean, it just sort of came to me one day when I was helping my mom pick berries for Sunday dessert. Then when I tried it out on Monday, whoosh, instantly more effective!”

 “You'll have to show me then.” Said Quita Moz. 

 “Of course, I brought along a whole bag's worth of things to test it on. Let me just set up.”

 As he watched Mateo set up, Quita Moz smiled. The young wizards' zest for magic was contagious. A memory flashed in his mind of many many summers ago when another young man had come to show him some plants that he’d discovered in caves around the valley. He hadn't realized how much he'd missed this, knowing someone who loved magic with all their heart and wanted to share their discoveries with another. 

 When Mateo left hours later, as the sun began to set, Quita Moz watched him leave, thinking about the apprentices of his past who eventually he never saw again. But he was content that he would see Mateo again in two weeks' time. No disappearing, and no pacing.

[mozindale]

I fucking love the feeling when you put something down that you couldn't figure out only to look at it months later and physically feel a neuron fire off in your brain as you figure out the answer immediately

[mooseyspooky]

Alan Wilder???? From Depeche mode??? I didn't even know Moz had a crush on him??? Oh my god???

What are your thoughts on the old rumor that Mike Joyce from the Smiths caught Alan and Moz making out on TOPP backstage? I know Alan said he never met Moz but .....

Source

[luxthestrange]

DrStone Incorrect quotes#8 The man was too stunned to speak-

Moz: Y/n would you go out with Me?

Y/n*Is bringing the snacks and drinks after their training for the gorilla group* Well you would have to ask me first~

Moz: Y/n would you ever consider going out with me?

Y/n*The quickest answer, Without looking at him as you give the Kinro and Ginro snacks*No.

Moz: Why won't you go out with me?

Y/n*Looks at him finally and raises brow*You want the truth?

Moz: Yeah I want the truth!

Y/n*Scoffs and rolls eyes*You COULDNT handle the truth~

Ginro*Looking back and forth between the two*Give him the truth!

Moz: I can handle the truth!

Ginro: He can handle the truth!

Y/n*Sighs and looks at the Ginro* And you will take responsibility for how he feels afterward?

Ginro: Absolutely!...Not

F!Y/n*Stares at him with a hard stare*You don't understand women. You don't know what we are, you don't know how we feel, and you don't know what we think. You see us as dating objects and the faster we are, the more you want us. And until you can grow up and see beyond that, no matter how many girls you go out with, you will always be lonely

Moz*Left completely speechless and taken aback*...

[fanfic-obsessed]

How Old?!?!?!

Remember Folks, disregard any canon that contradicts this.

Timothy Wayne Drake disappeared when he was 16. He was taken captive in Eastern Europe at a WE event. A magical shield cut off all electronic communication, sight, and sound of the building for 6 minutes. According to every Super consulted, Tim’s heartbeat vanished at that time, and never reappeared. No facial recognition ever showed him again. No magical spell could find him, or his remains. Eight years later he is presumed dead by most of those who knew him, though his family still searches frantically for their Baby Bird. It is only the fact that they knew how much he loved Gotham, that he would want the city protected, that they did not let their obsession with finding him take them over. 

According to his file, Neal Caffery has been operating since he was 18. There are no records prior to that. By the numbers he is now 34, and had been working as a CI for the feds for 2 years.  He has never admitted to anyone that his earliest memories are six years ago, though Peter, El, and Moz have all figured it out.  But his abilities, muscle memory, and knowledge seem to support what's in his file.  That must mean something, right?

It was not a White Collar case, not really. Though there were just enough white collar elements to justify assigning it to Agent Burke and his team, this really was an Organized Crime case. However it was leading to Gotham, and no one wanted to go to Gotham. 

So Agent Burke, his two junior agents, and his CI were bundled into a SUV and told to report to Gotham PD to coordinate the case.  Upon arriving at the main precinct and getting out of the car; Peter, Diana and Jones all get strange looks from the locals on the street, though they do not know it, it is clear they are outsiders. 

However Neal gets out with a strange look on his face, “Why does the air taste..”

“Pink?” One the pedestrian answers, suspicion washing away.

“Yes” Neal exclaimed, then paused, “That’s weird, right? I feel like that’s weird”

The pedestrian gave a half shrug, “Ivy and Scarecrow double booked downtown a few weeks ago. Made things super awkward for anyone not vaccinated against both, but the vaccines made the air taste pink for some reason. The news said that the unvaccinated shouldn’t see effects any longer and for the vaccinated the effect would be gone in two more weeks”

Then the pedestrian left and Neal, entirely unconsciously, murmured about wondering if Ivy and Harley were fighting. When Peter tried to get more information about Neal having been in Gotham as they walked into the Precinct, Neal made a joke to cover the fact that he has no idea when or where he got the vaccines/immunities to Poison Ivy’s pollen or Scarecrow's Fear Gas.  

They manage to make it to the main bullpen without incident, by virtue of the fact anyone who actually looks up from what they were doing focuses on Peter, as lead agent.  When they get to the Bullpen, someone notices Neal and the entire room goes dead silent. Commissioner Gordon comes charging out, eyes wild and clearly on the phone with someone (Oracle, who happened to see Neal/Tim on camera-it is important to note that the group who took Tim made it so that any facial recognition program that would run either face would skip the match between Tim and Neal, but a person looking through a camera is different) saying things like “Holy Shit” and “Yes I see him, too”. 

The White Collar team, including Neal, is so confused as Commissioner Gordon ushers them to his office and closes the door (Oracle has her fathers office bugged with better cameras and wired for sound, also they do not know how much cover they have already broken for Tim-they do not want to make things worse instead of better). 

Commissioner Gordon calls Neal Tim, and Neal/Tim seizes for a moment like he was hit with electricity and says, in a deadened tone, “That name cannot be used as an Alias” then slumps like he is going to fall over. Peter and Jones manage to catch him and get him into a chair that Commissioner Gordon hurriedly pulls over.  The confusion that the White Collar team is exhibiting, plus questions like “What was that?” and “What did you do to Neal?” and “What did you call him?” do convince commissioner Gordon that these, at least, were not the people that took Tim.  It takes a few minutes for Tim/Neal to come to.  A few careful call and response questions tells Commissioner Gordon that the man with Tim’s face (and scars, from what he can see) does not remember anything.  These same questions were also clearly making the White Collar team, particularly Peter, as protective as they were making Neal/Tim confused and more than a little anxious.

Then Dick Grayson burst into the room, looking like he might have run all the way from Bludhaven.  He stopped dead at seeing Neal, whispered ‘Baby Bird?�� then lunged to pull Neal into a tight hug. Neal may have had no memories of being Tim, but his muscle memory remembered Dick’s hugs. That he was safe while Dick was hugging him, Neal could not help but relax into the hold. 

Dick start talking about getting Neal to Leslie both to make sure he's not hurting and to verify his identity (sounding apologetic but, no matter if Dick is sure this is Tim, they have to verify it), that ‘B’ is out of contact right now (on a JL mission off planet, the watchtower is preparing to extract him, but it will take a few hours-the JLD is also preparing in case they are needed) but should be back soon. He talks about how Alfred will be waiting outside for them, but ‘everyone else’ is waiting so they don’t overwhelm him (read clustered, and pacing, on buildings around Leslie’s clinic).  

Neal brings up, still wrapped in Dicks arms, that he might not be who they think he is. Dick agrees but also says that he isn’t, it is a case of mistaken identity and it is clear that Neal is not trying to trick them. Dick then says if it is Mistaken identity, Dick will apologize for the forcible cuddling and be grateful that, even if they don’t actually find him, he got a chance to hug his little brother one last time (Every single member of the White Collar Team, Neal very much included, is a little uncomfortable with this sentiment). 

At Peter’s awkward insistence (these people clearly miss whoever they think Neal is, and he doesn’t know if they would think about Neal’s criminal activities) the White collar team accompanies Neal, still clutched to Dick’s side, to a car waiting with Alfed right next to it, who is clearly having an emotional reaction to seeing Neal/Tim again.  Over the course of the car ride to Leslie’s clinic, Dick asks questions about who Neal is now (and reacts weirdly well to the whole Conman/FBI CI thing). Towards the end, Jones hesitantly asks why Dick is trying to get to know Neal now, wouldn’t it make more sense to wait until they were sure who Neal was. 

Dick laughs and goes 1.) Even if Neal is not his long lost brother, several of his siblings are going to want to befriend him (if nothing else than being a world class master art forger would get Damian’s attention, and everyone else would 100% be encouraging the friendship to give Damian more non violent friends) and 2.) Baby Bird is notorious for trying to mold himself into who he thinks other people want him to be. Right now he does not know enough about Dick to try and tailor his answers, plus is likely convincing himself that this is a case of mistaken identity. Thus Dick is collecting information for when Baby Bird inevitably tries to fit himself into whatever weird mold he thinks their family will want him to fit.  

Neal, still clutched to Dick’s side, splutters as the White Collar team cannot help but laugh at him. Also this somewhat convinces Peter that this might not be a case of mistaken identity after all.  

They get to Leslie’s Clinic. She runs through all the tests (Genetic and comparing previous x-rays, signs of artificial aging-for cloning, signs of the specific type of molecules that means time or dimension travel, brain scans, the few hormone tests that can detect magic-you can’t tell me that Bruce Wayne and/or Tim Drake, before he vanished, were not told at some point that there is no way to detect magic by scientific means and took it as a personal challenge). By every measure that she is able to test, Neal Caffrey is the missing Tim Drake.  She is also able to tell that his memory loss was likely caused by significant and repeated electrocution reinforced by some kind of magic, but cannot tell what or if it is still active, though given Tim’s reaction to his birth name (which happened twice more during the tests) and the fact that the Supers were never able to find his heartbeat,it is likely. 

By this time, Batman has now been returned to the watchtower and is being told of Tims return.

Dick tells Neal outright that their entire family’s love languages are stalking and poor boundaries (both maintaining and respecting). Dick also makes it clear that, while the Batfam is ecstatic that Neal/Tim is alive and want him in their lives, Neal is not required to attempt to get his memories back or have anything to do with them if he does not want (All of their therapists, the family could not go to just one, had worked specifically with them on how to deal with a Tim that has made a new life, how to accept that he is safe and happy but not with them-which is a realistic assumption after 8 years), but that likely Neal would be putting up with some limited stalking for the rest of his life (Look, the best we are going to get from the Batfamily is stalking from the shadows if Neal doesn’t want to interact with them-Also Oracle has already hacked the FBI for all of Neals records and files, and is the middle of arranging for the White Collar office to be bugged with her personal cameras/microphones). Dick also asks that the White Collar team come back to the Manor and to at least let the Justice League Dark look Neal over to make sure that there is nothing that is going on that will hurt him. 

Now, to be clear, Neal is more than happy to at least meet the rest of the Batfam.  Yes, he has a good life now, people he loves and who love him. But that is a relatively new development and there are a lot of blanks in his past. I mean at this point Neal still thinks he is 34 (as opposed to 24), and only remembers the last six years. They have not even gone far enough into the explanations to realize that there is a 2 year gap between when Tim was taken and Neal's earliest memories.  Also, while Neal does not quite have the same level of abandonment issues as Tim did, there is something about how visibly happy Dick is to see him that soothing something deep inside (Because he has six years worth of memories, and for most of them he did not have anyone who would have noticed if he had vanished).

They get back to manor just in time for Bruce to come charging into the foyer, still in the batman suit but with his cowl down. Bruce also looks like he might have ran from wherever he was. He had at least absorbed enough of what he was told about Neal to not call him Tim, and pulled Neal into a hug.  This also means there is a brief interlude while the White Collar team gets the ‘Bruce Wayne is Batman, we’re trusting you with this’ revelation (And absolutely everyone is going to be making fun of Bruce ‘Paranoia’ Wayne being the person who accidentally let the secret slip).

By the time they reach the main sitting room, the rest of the family has made it back to the manor (Barbara, Jason, Cass, Steph, Damian, Duke) each waiting on their own chance to hug their lost member.   Neal blue screens a bit at Jason (who is both very pretty and very sarcastic, which is Neal's type).  Through the discussions that follow there are at least two arguments between batfam members about who gets to have Neal to sit with them.

Neal decides that he will meet with someone from JLD to see about what magic might still be affecting him and regaining his lost memories. He and the White Collar team do decline staying at the manor and go back to the hotel rooms that the FBI rented for them (never realizing that Oracle upgraded them as soon as she realized who Neal was) as they still have a job to do. It is at this point that  Neal starts whining to the others, much to their amusement (also to the amusement of Steph and Cass, who were hiding on the balcony-there is no way there will not be at least one bat/bird hiding in the shadows around Neal for a bit), about his new, hot brother Jason.  Peter calls El, just so Neal can have his crisis with her instead of him (Never mind that being siblings is not as big a deal as Neal thinks it is).

Now Gotham, and its people, have a reputation at the FBI for being actually impossible to work with.  Even regular citizens stonewall so effectively that most teams simply give up. They simply do not like outsiders, and Gothamites can tell if someone grew up in Gotham or not, even if the person in question does not realize it (there are unconscious ways of moving if you have lived in Gotham for a certain amount of time). This is what the White Collar team expects to go against, what they are bracing for, no matter who Neal might or might not have been.  To their surprise this is not what they get. Yes, most people still peer suspiciously at Peter, Jones, and Diana at first, but even that settles down quickly (Some of it is Neal/Tim, being from Gotham, clearly trusting Peter and co gets them some good will; some is them not being sanctimonious about gotham; the rest is the batfam being vocal about liking these FBI agents-for Neal/Tim related reasons).  They solve the case, which branched from White collar into one of the Mob Families (at least two of the traffickers got the choice to talk to the FBI team, or deal with The Red Hood-Red Hood plays it off as using the FBI to take a shot at that family’s territory and being personally interested in Neal Caffrey).

Before they leave Gotham, Neal does meet up with a few members of the JLD who are able to find and remove the spells that prevent Neal/Tim from being found by the Supers and the Spell keeping him from being addressed as Tim. His missing memories were not fully caused by magic (There was a lot of damage caused by electricity-no one took that news well), but the magic was preventing some of his recall. With the spells off, it is inferred that some or all of Tim’s memories may come back in time. 

The White Collar team leaves Gotham with new contacts in their phones and also the bomb that Neal Caffery was a full decade younger than he thought he was (They do eventually figure out that Neal/Tim never actually committed the crimes in his file-not that the crimes were never committed but that Neal/Tim was basically went straight from where ever he was being held to being captured for ‘Neal Caffery’s’ crimes).  Peter later finds a much more complete medical record for Tim Wayne Drake in his home, with an ominous note to keep this file out of the FBI records, it is for personal reference only. They also leave with the decision to keep Neal’s identity a secret (As no one knows who the ones who took them are, or what the end goal is), telling only Hughes, El and Moz. By the time the WC crew reaches New York, the Bats already have bugs/cameras in the FBI building, Neal’s apartment, and Peter’s house.  They have also put trackers in every single pair of Neal’s shoes. There is also a schedule for who gets to stalk/hang out with Neal when.  

As far as the rest of the FBI was concerned, White Collar gets a lot of strange new contacts for cases.  Also they seem to have made an impression on the Justice League, as they become the point of contact between the Justice League and the FBI, by request of the League.  Occasionally hardened criminals walk into the FBI and ask to confess their crimes specifically to Agent Burke and his team. And Apparently their CI knows the Red Hood, somehow (in that the Red Hood sometimes showed up at their crime scene to flirt outrageously with the CI, the first few times the CI got really flustered but after that he started to flirt back). 

Eventually Neal/Tim does begin to remember his past, oddly enough the trigger was a spleen in a jar that was left on his desk in the White Collar Office (Ra’s Al Ghul was…pleased that Tim was not dead and displeased with the Organization the abducted him and  tried to fry Tim’s brain).

[callmesweetheartifyoumeanit]

Are. You. Back????

Oh, I never left sugar pie. I’ve been here…all along. Watching. Waiting. Plotting. No, but for real. I never really left. Just had life kick me in the gut and after years and some needed growth I realize that I’ve been missing something from my life. And it just might be this!

[m6rija]

⟡ ⠀three of us.⠀⠀⊹⠀⠀ hyomoz & you

gn reader. relationship headcannons. poly relationship, cuddling & sleeping together, reader is very in love with them. slight manga spoilers.

you woke up in the middle of the night as the perseus tracked the course to america. your eyelids were heavy with obvious exhaustion, but it was difficult for you to fall asleep.

there was an intoxicating silence in the room, and your boyfriends were sleeping beside you peacefully.

moz had his face sunk into your chest, while you felt hyoga's calm breathing hit the back of your neck.

it was rare that they slept like that, or even slept at all.

you were just noticing the lack of sleep you shared

but it was the first night you had spent together since reviving the men at your side, they deserved a rest in your opinion.

you were the only one who bothered to look after their statues after the petrifying ray on treasure island.

out of nowhere, you felt an arm resting on your waist.

it was almost like a hug, quite gentle in fact

but if moz was sleeping soundly in front of you, whose was it…?

as you connected the dots, you raised your eyebrows in obvious surprise

it was like when a cat that usually doesn't allow itself to be petted lays down on your lap willingly

you were frozen in place so as not to wake up hyoga

moz's snoring didn't help much

you felt your boyfriend's body heat wrapping around you, as he unconsciously clung to you

you found it endearing, hyoga is not the type of person to act like this

although moz would soon pull you closer to him, interrupting the nice moment you were experiencing.

his movements were more robust

he threw one of his legs over yours and hugged you tightly

you felt hyoga's hand squeeze you somewhat roughly in response.

it was amazing how they still managed to fight in their sleep.

you remember when both men were uncomfortable with the idea of sharing you.

according to moz, you would be part of his harem

according to hyoga, you would be the person with whom he would build the new world.

they never came to a decent agreement, and when they got involved in the kingdom of science it seems they had a silent deal.

although that doesn't explain how they are so calmly sleeping together.

you wondered if something had happened between them

although you were sure that if you asked you wouldn't have a concise answer anyway.

your relationship was always like that, cryptic in a way

although it never bothered you

they each had their own way of communicating and knew each other well enough to understand what they wanted

there was never a confession, a romantic date or nice words in between; you just ended up involved in a relationship made up of bittersweet displays of affection that were rather sparse.

you found yourself laughing when you noticed hyoga's cheeks flushing, felt your pulse quicken when moz complimented your fighting skills.

you didn't need to dig too deep to realize that you enjoyed each other's company, at least

gen once joked that you would make a good partner with either one of them.

it was funny to see his face when he saw how you ran into the arms of both of them as soon as they were de-petrified.

how moz immediately hugged you tightly

how hyoga looked at both of you with a hint of fondness

thinking about that made you happy— you didn't need sweet words to show how much you love each other

it was moments like this, that you shared time in silence, that made your relationship special in your view

ignoring the obvious

no one thought that two of the strongest men would be in a relationship

even more so when they were polar opposites such as hyoga and moz

and really, the only thing you have seen them agree on is their liking for you, somehow.

you didn't know why; you were nothing more than a mediocre warrior —in your opinion— who was allied at some point with tsukasa

but hyoga always appreciated your skills, he said that you did things properly.

you also remember moz's praise when you helped kohaku and the others to infiltrate in treasure island.

you didn't know at what point they both became so important to you.

but here they were, sharing a bed and sleeping together.

hyoga still kept his personal space, but he was there, and that was more than enough.

unconsciously a smile came to your face

the men at your side were given a second chance, no matter what they did— it helped you to have more time together.

now you trusted them completely, feeling protected in a way. you wouldn't change that unconventional relationship even if thousands of years went by. neither would they.

[mooseyspooky]

Okay, but Sam's shitty photoshop doesn't mean Bonfire is coming out, guys

[allofmytoxicity]

heyy, can I please request ‘I love you’ prompt no.23 with Neal Caffrey from White collar?

Someone to Lose

a/n: Hi nonnie! This one has literally been sitting in my drafts for SO long, so sorry it took this long for writing this. I pretty much dropped off the face of the earth on this, but I'm back now until prelims, where I will literally drop off the face of the earth again (at least until christmas/new year).

'I Love You' Prompt: [23] = in an argument

Summary: When you find out Neal could possibly be forging art again, your walls are raised, not wanting to lose him again.

Word Count: 1.5k

TW: ANGST

You never thought you'd get here, sitting here in your boyfriend's apartment in your pyjamas with a mug of tea in front of you, waiting for him to get home, watching the clock like a mother waiting for her child after their curfew.

Which was almost the same situation, but at least your boyfriend at least had a tracking anklet.

Glancing at the clock you'd made Neal stick up by the fireplace (much to his protest) once again, seeing it just go one am, you take a sip of your tea while adjusting the piece of paper in front of you. It was a receipt for some replica art piece that you knew that was in one of the local art galleries in New York.

You didn't know if this was 'Peter approved' as you liked to call Neal's FBI art dealings or off his own back, but all you knew was that you had to talk to Neal about it.

Just as long as he got home before you fell asleep.

Hearing the front door click open quietly, you turn to face it, seeing Neal walk in with an 'oh shit' look on his face at the fact you were up.

"Hi." Neal whispers, looking guilty as he hands his coat and hat up on the coats stand.

"Hi Neal." You say back at a normal volume, bouncing your foot under the table, grasping your mug with a vice-like grip as you try to hide your emotions.

"Sorry I'm back so late, Peter and I were working on a case and Moz wanted to show me something." Neal said, walking over and kissing the top of your head before going over to your bed and grabbing his own pyjamas and starting to unbutton his shirt after taking off his tie.

"If you were working on a case, then what's this?" You ask after a few beats, obviously stopping Neal in his tracks as you hear the fabric stop rustling and his footsteps wander over before stopping just behind you, as Neal looks over your shoulder at the piece of paper sitting in front of you.

"It's a receipt for a piece of art by the looks of things." Neal says, plopping his head on top of yours as he looks down at the receipt.

You turn around in your chair, making Neal raise his head as you respond. "It's a receipt for a piece art that's put down as for you, Neal. What are you up to?"

Neal stands there with a neutral face before it going from one of guilt to betrayal to almost disappointment. But not in you, in himself.

"Neal, please don't tell me your pulling off some sort of heist with Mozzie again." You almost plead him, searching in his eyes for some sort of answer.

When you don't find anything except guilt in Neal's bright blue eyes, you feel tears brim your own eyes and you turn away from Neal, rubbing your nose.

"I'm sorry, y/n." You hear Neal whisper and your lip quivers at the thought of Neal going back to jail. You already lost him once when he was only a close friend, but now as your boyfriend? The man you hoped to spend the rest of your life with? You couldn't even begin to deal with the thought of it.

You swallow before flicking your head up to look at the kitchen, tears really pushing against your waterline. "Neal, that's not good enough. You can't keep doing this."

Neal audibly scoffs at what you say. "A man has to have his fun somehow, doesn't he? I haven't been fully free in years, y/n. I need this."

You get up and move over to the kitchen, holding your mug, and place it next to the sink before turning to face Neal as he looks at you with an unreadable face.

"Neal, you don't. You have less than a year left on that ankle monitor, and you could possibly spoil it all by doing this," you state, looking at Neal in disbelief. "Neal, Peter gave you a second chance at this. He's given you a job and a chance to make up for what you've done. Not everyone gets that."

"So what? I'm not everyone and I know that y/n! I've got away with it before, there's no reason to say that I can't do it again." Neal objected, raising his voice slightly.

"And what? Leave me here while you go off to some Spanish island again!?" You demand, raising your voice as well as your brow furrows, in shock at how ridiculous Neal was being about the whole situation.

"No! Of course not! But there's no reason why I have to keep playing by the rules!" Neal seethes, his voice raising even more than before.

"Really, because I think there is!" You countered, your knuckles turning white as they grasped against the edge of the kitchen counter.

"What then y/n!? What!" Neal yells and that's when you break, tears releasing while you finally snap.

"Because I love you!" You raged at him, hot tears starting to run down your face as you take a few steps forward and Neal's face freezes as he realises what you said, the whole room being draped in silence.

You and Neal had never really said 'I love you' to each other during your relationship. It had really only been after Neal had come back from Cape Verde that you'd said it, but even then you don't think he'd actually heard you, so technically, this was the first time.

You were living together and you'd never actually, properly, said I love you to each other.

"You what?" Neal asked, stunned at what you had yelled.

You take a few more steps forward, more confident in what you were saying now, approaching the dining table that Neal was standing around. "I said that I love you Neal Caffrey. And I can't lose you for a second time because you've decided to go and do something stupid with Mozzie."

Neal nods slowly before taking a tentative step towards you, reaching out and taking your hand in his and brushes his thumb over the back out it.

"Alright. I'll talk to Moz. If he really wants to do it, he can pull it off himself." Neal murmured, pulling you towards him and wrapping you up in his arms.

You let out a few sobs before whispering a quiet 'thank you' before burying your face into Neal's bare chest.

For the next few minutes you both stand there, being lit by the moonlight and the warm glow of the few lamps you'd switched on around the apartment while waiting for Neal. As you stand there, Neal strokes your hair, whispering sweet nothings against your hairline while you cry.

When the sobs turn to quiet sniffles, Neal releases you, but keeping you in his grasp, wiping the tears from your eyes before pressing his lips to your forehead and holding you close for a moment.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't think and I'm sorry that I left you like that." Neal whispers, eyes squeezed shut and he says it as he rests his forehead against yours.

You continue to stand there in the silence for a moment before you break the silence this time by kissing Neal softly and breaking apart from the hold you were in.

"Come on. Let's get to bed." You murmur and start to drag Neal back towards your bed and he takes his shirt off as he does so, quickly getting changed into the plaid pyjama trousers and dark grey t-shirt that he uses for pyjamas.

After that, Neal goes and quickly brushes his teeth, squeezing your hand reassuringly before going and doing so before eventually joining you in bed, switching off the lamps and closing the giant curtains you had gotten to cover the floor to ceiling windows that led you out to the rooftop.

When Neal does finally join you in bed, you hug up to him as you read, curving to fit up the space Neal took and after about five minutes of reading, you place your book down and switch off your bedside lamp.

As you start to drift off into sleep, you breathe out, barely audibly, to Neal, "I'm sorry for yelling."

You close your eyes and Neal kisses your hairline once again. "I'm sorry for yelling too. I love you y/n." He mutters as you snuggle into his chest.

"I love you too, Neal. Goodnight." Was your muffled response as sleep takes hold, so much that you nearly miss Neal's reply.

"Goodnight, honey." Neal muttered, letting sleep grasp onto his own body, succumbing to the droop of his eyelids as a silent serenity surrounded your apartment.

And it really was now that you knew Neal was really there with you and he wasn't going to risk it.

a/n: woo! it's done! Also, even if you don't want to put in a request, talk to me about Austin Grand Prix (like, the whole Norris/Verstappen situation at the corner, oooh I have some opinions), anyway have a nice whatever!

requests are open!

[twentiethcenturyboyy]

"Confrontation": Marrissey

A/N:

- It's been a while, good lord.

- This is another one of those things which i wrote purely for my own and my friends' enjoyment, but here you go.

CW: This is an angst involving Morrissey and Johnny Marr of The Smiths. Nothing really to warn you about other than swearing.

WC: 828

It was the autumn of 1986, a few months after the first anniversary of Johnny and Angie's wedding. The studio was quiet, and only the sound of a pencil scribbling roughly on paper could be heard. Morrissey was sat at a piano, one leg draped over the other, and a notepad on his lap. Of course, he was writing lyrics for The Smiths' next album.

Mike and Andy went out to get lunch while Morrissey was occupied, which left him and Johnny alone together in the small recording space; a situation Morrissey couldn't decide if he liked or not. Morrissey had taken a liking to Johnny when they met back in 1978, something which never seemed to fade. No, it grew over time and blossomed into a shameful yearning for romance towards his bandmate. But due to obvious reasons, he could never let Johnny know about these feelings.

He couldn't care less about what society would say about him or what would be written on the headlines of all the top magazines. It was Angie. Angie was always in the way. Ever since Johnny was 14, he knew Angie was the one, and he was right. Those two stuck to each other like magnets, and Morrissey hated that Johnny's magnet just didn't want to let go of her.

He sighed and scribbled some more ideas down, until the page he was working on had reached its end.

"Johnny?"

"Yeah, Moz?" He said, looking up from changing the strings of his guitar.

"Would you kindly pass me my pencil tin from my bag? I need to sharpen this pencil I'm using and I'm sure my sharpener is in there." Morrissey wiggled his pencil in the air as a gesture.

"Yeah, yeah, of course."

Johnny got up and headed outside of the recording room to the corridor where all of the band's belongings are.

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It was a solid 5 minutes before Johnny came back. Morrissey didn't notice his entrance until he heard a thud on top of the piano.

"Care to explain yourself?" Johnny said in a way in which you could tell he was trying to be nice, but was failing rather miserably.

Morrissey looked up from his notepad to see his leather journal on the lid of the piano. It was open, and he knew exactly what Johnny had seen. He used that journal as a diary mostly, but sometime he'd write love letters dedicated towards his songwriting partner; the journal was open on one of those pages. He gulped.

"Steven. Answer my question." Johnny said, more bluntly this time.

"Have you been snooping?" Morrissey questioned, evidently a little distressed.

"No, actually." He crossed his arms. "Your journal fell out of your bag while I was searching for your sharpener. The bookmark came out too, so I tried to put it back in the right place. The things I came across in that book, Steven..."

"Are you mad?" Morrissey's eyebrows furrowed.

"No- I... I don't know, just... what the fuck, Steven!"

"I-I'm sorry!" He exclaimed, almost a yelp.

"I'm married, Steven! I have a wife!"

"I know! I know! I'm sorry! You weren't supposed to find out this way!" He began to pace, hands on his head, whispering  exasperated "oh christ"s and "oh goodness"s to himself.

"Then how was I supposed to find out, Steven?"

"You- you weren't!" He spluttered.

"You can't just do this!"

"But I still love you. I always have!" Tears ran down the man's face.

"Then stop! Because you know I can't be with you!"

The room falls silent for a moment. Morrissey leans against a wall, sobbing into his hands. The two stay quiet until Morrissey wipes his tears and sniffs.

"Why? Because of Angie?" He scoffed sardonically.

"Leave Angie out of this..."

"That's the reason isn't it?! If Angie wasn't in the way we could be happy!" He spat.

"No, Steven-"

"Then what is it?! If it's not her, then what is it?!"

"Forget about Angie. I don't like you in that way, Steven." He said sharply.

"What do you mean?" Morrissey's shoulders drooped.

"I don't like men." He sighed.

"But... but what about all those times we went out together? When you were close to me. When you clung to me while you were drunk. What about that time when- when you kissed me?" He began to cry again.

"It was friendly banter, Steven. And besides, it was only a quick kiss on the cheek. You're borderline delusional to think we could've ever been a thing."

Johnny grabbed his jacket and quickly walked out of the studio, (presumably to go and find Mike and Andy, wherever they may be) leaving Morrissey stood there, tears endlessly welling in his eyes, feeling like he'd just been shot.

Those words stung Morrissey harder than anything he'd ever experienced or heard before.

"Listen." Johnny continued. "I don't have an issue with you being gay. I don't care about that. Just... just forget about this."