#Quinn gets the be the 'one that comes back revival' in this one

[krikeymate]

AU of the balcony scene

Bailey doesn’t go upstairs to behind Quinn but instead stays on the bottom floor so when Tara drops down and stabs Ethan in the throat Bailey sees and violently tackles Tara off Ethan, attacking her with the knife that Ethan stabbed her with, Sam witnesses this ,horrified and guilty, she freezes and the gun almost slips from her fingers. Quinn takes this opportunity going to tackle Sam and………

Why do you want to kill my babies?

Tara would get absolutely demolished by an angry Bailey. We're talking Sam-level stabbings. I mean, he was so upset about what Sam did to Richie, why wouldn't he do to her little sister what she did to his son?

Sam has the gun, but she's too horrified by what she's seeing to react. Quinn leaps at her, slashing out. Sam throws out her arm, elbowing Quinn as the knife goes into her shoulder. She now has matching wounds. Quinn grabs back at her, they struggle, they go over the railing.

Sam lands on Ethan's body, it prevents her from being knocked out. Quinn can't say the same, head smacking against the floor.

The gun has slipped from her hand, she doesn't have time to search for it, she throws herself at Bailey. Tara's gasping on the floor, bleeding and injured but alive. She's alive and Sam's going to fucking make sure it stays that way. She punches and punches and punches. Eventually, he manages to push her off, throwing her to the floor. He goes to punch her back when a shot rings out. His chest begins to bleed and Sam scrambles back as he falls to his need, hand over his heart.

Behind her, Tara lies on her side, missing gun in hand. There's so much blood, she's been stabbed over a dozen times. Sam crawls to her, pulling her into her arms. She's not going to let her sister die, she's not, but that doesn't stop the tears from falling anyway.

[robintherobiner]

yesterday i spent an hour in the shower talking to myself about how I think a reverse robins au would go, mainly in the case of Tim taking Jasons place as the revived second robin. I took the Joker Junior thing and decided "Hm.. yes, this is how Tim dies."

I have many thoughts about it.

Basically, Tim's 15, has been Robin for almost two years, when his dad dies. Like in canon, Tim makes a very strategic plan which could lead to the murderers death, but Batman finds out and Tim doesn't enact it. Bruce is still mad about it, and Tim storms out the manor to go visit his dad's grave. While on the way, he gets kidnapped by the Joker and he's tortured for three weeks because Bruce thinks he's just being an angry teen giving the silent treatment. By the time he realises something is wrong and goes to find Tim, the boy is already dead. After shooting the Joker, he shot himself, and Harley Quinn is no where to be found.

Then, six months after being buried, he wakes up in his grave, right besides his father. He digs out, is found by Talia, and taken to be trained. With Jason, Ra's didn't want to heal him and Talia did it without permission, but in this au, Talia is the one who doesn't want to heal him. She thinks he's too similar to Bruce, and that she won't be able to trick him. Ra's thinks he can. He's wrong, of course.

Instead of reclaiming the name Red Hood, Tim decides to stay as Junior. After all, he was extremely mentally unstable before his death, so i think he'd still be suffering fron the torture and think Batman = bad, Joker = good. After a little while, he manages to recover a bit, but he's still mad at Bruce.

Jason forgave Bruce for not saving him, but was angry he didn't get justice.

Tim forgave Bruce for not getting him justice, but he's angry he didn't get saved.

Tim comes back to Gotham and is a lot more sneaky with his crimes. Red Hood came in guns a-blazing, straight away starting to clean Gotham up, but Junior is much more behind the scenes. If the criminals decided to do good, they'd live. It's not his fault the house they broke in to had rabid dogs squatting in it, or that their hard drives were suddenly copied and shared to everyone they knew.

Instead of attacking the new Robin, he kidnaps her instead. Sends Batman cryptic messages like "better find her soon or she'll end up like the last bird" or "you should keep a better eye on your things, Batsy". Bruce is tearing Gotham apart searching for Stephanie, thinking she's being tortured by a Joker wannabe, when actually she's just being forced to sit through slideshows about the dangers of being a child soldier and told annoying knock-knock jokes over burgers.

I might write a fic about this 🤭

[mostlysignssomeportents]

Linkrot

For the rest of May, my bestselling solarpunk utopian novel THE LOST CAUSE (2023) is available as a $2.99, DRM-free ebook!

Here's an underrated cognitive virtue: "object permanence" – that is, remembering how you perceived something previously. As Riley Quinn often reminds us, the left is the ideology of object permanence – to be a leftist is to hate and mistrust the CIA even when they're tormenting Trump for a brief instant, or to remember that it was once possible for a working person to support their family with their wages:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/10/27/six-sells/#youre-holding-it-wrong

The thing is, object permanence is hard. Life comes at you quickly. It's very hard to remember facts, and the order in which those facts arrived – it's even harder to remember how you felt about those facts in the moment.

This is where blogging comes in – for me, at least. Back in 1997, Scott Edelman – editor of Science Fiction Age – asked me to take over the back page of the magazine by writing up ten links of interest for the nascent web. I wrote that column until the spring of 2000, then, in early 2001, Mark Frauenfelder asked me to guest-edit Boing Boing, whereupon the tempo of my web-logging went daily. I kept that up on Boing Boing for more than 19 years, writing about 54,000 posts. In February, 2020, I started Pluralistic.net, my solo project, a kind of blog/newsletter, and in the four-plus years since, I've written about 1,200 editions containing between one and twelve posts each.

This gigantic corpus of everything I ever considered to be noteworthy is immensely valuable to me. The act of taking notes in public is a powerful discipline: rather than jotting cryptic notes to myself in a commonplace book, I publish those notes for strangers. This imposes a rigor on the note-taking that makes those notes far more useful to me in years to come.

Better still: public note-taking is powerfully mnemonic. The things I've taken notes on form a kind of supersaturated solution of story ideas, essay ideas, speech ideas, and more, and periodically two or more of these fragments will glom together, nucleate, and a fully-formed work will crystallize out of the solution.

Then, the fact that all these fragments are also database entries – contained in the back-end of a WordPress installation that I can run complex queries on – comes into play, letting me swiftly and reliably confirm my memories of these long-gone phenomena. Inevitably, these queries turn up material that I've totally forgotten, and these make the result even richer, like adding homemade stock to a stew to bring out a rich and complicated flavor. Better still, many of these posts have been annotated by readers with supplemental materials or vigorous objections.

I call this all "The Memex Method" and it lets me write a lot (I wrote nine books during lockdown, as I used work to distract me from anxiety – something I stumbled into through a lifetime of chronic pain management):

https://pluralistic.net/2021/05/09/the-memex-method/

Back in 2013, I started a new daily Boing Boing feature: "This Day In Blogging History," wherein I would look at the archive of posts for that day one, five and ten years previously:

https://boingboing.net/2013/06/24/this-day-in-blogging-history.html

With Pluralistic, I turned this into a daily newsletter feature, now stretching back to twenty, fifteen, ten, five and one year ago. Here's today's:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/05/21/noway-back-machine/#retro

This is a tremendous adjunct to the Memex Method. It's a structured way to review everything I've ever thought about, in five-year increments, every single day. I liken this to working dough, where there's stuff at the edges getting dried out and crumbly, and so your fold it all back into the middle. All these old fragments naturally slip out of your thoughts and understanding, but you can revive their centrality by briefly paying attention to them for a few minutes every day.

This structured daily review is a wonderful way to maintain object permanence, reviewing your attitudes and beliefs over time. It's also a way to understand the long-forgotten origins of issues that are central to you today. Yesterday, I was reminded that I started thinking about automotive Right to Repair 15 years ago:

https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2009/05/right-repair-law-pro

Given that we're still fighting over this, that's some important perspective, a reminder of the likely timescales involved in more recent issues where I feel like little progress is being made.

Remember when we all got pissed off because the mustache-twirling evil CEO of Warners, David Zaslav, was shredding highly anticipated TV shows and movies prior to their release to get a tax-credit? Turns out that we started getting angry about this stuff twenty years ago, when Michael Eisner did it to Michael Moore's "Fahrenheit 911":

https://www.nytimes.com/2004/05/05/us/disney-is-blocking-distribution-of-film-that-criticizes-bush.html

It's not just object permanence: this daily spelunk through my old records is also a way to continuously and methodically sound the web for linkrot: when old links go bad. Over the past five years, I've noticed a very sharp increase in linkrot, and even worse, in the odious practice of spammers taking over my dead friends' former blogs and turning them into AI spam-farms:

https://www.wired.com/story/confessions-of-an-ai-clickbait-kingpin/

The good people at the Pew Research Center have just released a careful, quantitative study of linkrot that confirms – and exceeds – my worst suspicions about the decay of the web:

https://www.pewresearch.org/data-labs/2024/05/17/when-online-content-disappears/

The headline finding from "When Online Content Disappears" is that 38% of the web of 2013 is gone today. Wikipedia references are especially hard-hit, with 23% of news links missing and 21% of government websites gone. The majority of Wikipedia entries have at least one broken link in their reference sections. Twitter is another industrial-scale oubliette: a fifth of English tweets disappear within a matter of months; for Turkish and Arabic tweets, it's 40%.

Thankfully, someone has plugged the web's memory-hole. Since 2001, the Internet Archive's Wayback Machine has allowed web users to see captures of web-pages, tracking their changes over time. I was at the Wayback Machine's launch party, and right away, I could see its value. Today, I make extensive use of Wayback Machine captures for my "This Day In History" posts, and when I find dead links on the web.

The Wayback Machine went public in 2001, but Archive founder Brewster Kahle started scraping the web in 1996. Today's post graphic – a modified Yahoo homepage from October 17, 1996 – is the oldest Yahoo capture on the Wayback Machine:

https://web.archive.org/web/19960501000000*/yahoo.com

Remember that the next time someone tells you that we must stamp out web-scraping for one reason or another. There are plenty of ugly ways to use scraping (looking at you, Clearview AI) that we should ban, but scraping itself is very good:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/09/17/how-to-think-about-scraping/

And so is the Internet Archive, which makes the legal threats it faces today all the more frightening. Lawsuits brought by the Big Five publishers and Big Three labels will, if successful, snuff out the Internet Archive altogether, and with it, the Wayback Machine – the only record we have of our ephemeral internet:

https://blog.archive.org/2024/04/19/internet-archive-stands-firm-on-library-digital-rights-in-final-brief-of-hachette-v-internet-archive-lawsuit/

Libraries burn. The Internet Archive may seem like a sturdy and eternal repository for our collective object permanence about the internet, but it is very fragile, and could disappear like that.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/05/21/noway-back-machine/#pew-pew-pew

[wombywoo]

It occurred to me the other day that during Quinn's super turbo trauma story, his neck probably wasn't slashed but choked. And now I have more questions, because somehow I can't stop thinking about your characters. So:

Did Quinn end up having a vision during that event? (Does he get them during every near-death event, or is it more rare than that?)

How the hell did he cope being with Marc? 'Cause I'm about 90% sure that guy would have got off on choking him.

When the taskforce was created, was Quinn still in his relapse where he thought he needed his visions? Did Liz find out? How does he feel about her trying to get him to have more visions? D=

Does Vincent find out Liz is using Quinn like that, and how does he feel about it? (Does Danny find out??)

In fact, how does Vincent feel about the fact an evil vampire caused a mass dragon killing spree and this was Quinn's first vision? I get the feeling that, while Quinn tries to shrug off these coincidences, Vincent is a little more concerned. XD

Also, in your art of Quinn with Marc, the wall says 196 people will die in an ungodly tragedy. Was that the dragon killing spree or another event we have yet to hear of?

Oops. 🙈 Sorry for so many questions! I just want to know all the things. And I can't help but love all your lore drops. <3

Ok!! OK!!!!! You are feeding me so well with these tasty questions auughhh thank you for finding interest in my dumb ramblings !!!!!

There are answers under the cut (warning for some heavy topics, discussion of injuries, domestic abuse, self harm, spoilers for a story that doesn't even exist, etc)

So.

Quinn's throat was slashed. It was cut with a knife, kind of a shaky first slice, but it got deeper and went all the way across; enough force to puncture his trachea, though it didn't sever the vocal cords; he was lying on his back and couldn't move, and honestly..he didn't really feel it at the time. It was all just a very numb, surreal feeling. I won't go into suuuper specifics, but thankfully some pressure was applied to the wound right away, he was resuscitated with cpr, and he was still able to breathe despite some complications to his airway, long enough for him to receive medical treatment.

But he did black out. And he might have seen things.

It's the only vision he's had that he can't remember...

~*waves hands all vague and mysterious like~*oohooohoo

Ok! Visions! So, for the most part, Quinn needs to be medically dead, albeit temporarily, for him to have a vision. Usually, his heart has to stop for one to happen, and he's just lying there, unmoving. Like..dead, dead. This should be a rare event, but uh...he's had more than a dozen visions, I'd say....

The thing is--he always comes back. Even in the worst scenarios (ie. not breathing for more than 5 minutes) he somehow always miraculously revives with minimal repercussions (sure, there's probable brain/heart damage, but it should be way waaay worse) So, he's kind of chalked up this vague 'immortality' thing as a byproduct of the visions...more mystery...

With Marc--yeah. That was just a bad situation all around. A lot of Marc and Quinn's physical relationship revolved around their dangerous power dynamic, so um. yeah. choking was one of the things they messed around with. Quinn actually requested it at the time, out of this twisted self-harm kink he'd developed. (he's, regrettably, the worst at coping with his trauma, so uhhh he feels like he needs to push himself to that same sensation of near death just feel anything at all and uhhh it's not good, you should not do this at home kids, but he feels like strangulation is the closest he can come to feeling alive just for a brief second and yeah he's fucked up he's not good I know..)

It was consensual stuff at first, but after one of their..sessions...Marc pushed it too far, he wouldn't let go and uh. Quinn suffocated and passed out. Marc did manage to revive him, but he...died for a second there. And he had a vision--one of the first dragon attacks in France that would later lead to its occupation by [insert evil vampire terrorist group]. Marc was actually comforting him after, he was just...rubbing him and telling him he was sorry and it was ok, so in the midst of a mental and physical breakdown, Quinn divulged what he saw. And Marc took him seriously, which was also rare. And they talked about it, and...it seemed ok for once.

It was only after that he realized how Marc wanted specific details, stuff he could use to harvest information and push numbers and invest in whatever type of bullshit could make a profit out of tragedy. They carried on with their relationship, but when it came to testing their limits in the bedroom....Marc took it too far again. And Quinn had another vision--a vampire massacre in [specific french location] and 196 people died, and he was crying as he told him how he saw it all from the perspective of a child. Marc seemed eager. He asked him even more questions. But...it was fine. He was still rubbing him, being calm. And Quinn had agreed to the choking. He wanted this. It was actually helping other people if he was able to use this information somehow.

But it happened again. And again. More times... Until eventually Quinn realized he had no say in the matter anymore.

The sad thing was that he convinced himself it was out of love; Marc was very passionate, this was just his way of showing him he loved him....

It became too much...after a while....

ANyway!

So, now we're in the present when Quinn joins the task force with Vincent~

At this point in time, he's gotten help with his mental state so he no longer feels the desperate urge to harm himself and induce his visions (for the most part), and is relatively stable (sure!)

Miss Major Liz is aware of his visions, to a degree. She had mistakenly thought Quinn developed a narcotic problem when she was his CO at some point (yes, he used drugs a few times to induce visions (it was about 50/50 successful)) Most of her awareness had come from Danny, who divulged his part in Quinn's #BFF-bonding-moment4lyfe (ie, forcing his friend to assist in drowning himself. twice) So she does have knowledge of some of the...wackiness.

At this point in our tale, she hasn't done anything about it. Yet. It's a testament to how off the books she works that she hasn't forced Quinn into a psych eval that will surely bench him for the next foreseeable uuhh forever. So she's keeping that on lock.

I do think that [at some point in this potential story of mine] she will consider using Quinn's 'talents' to their benefit. She's a hard lady, not afraid to trade dirty hands for even dirtier handshakes, so there will probably be a time when she wants to take advantage of potential knowledge that can influence her agenda....

Vincent...will not take this lightly.

Honestly, this whole scenario is rife with delicious drama, so I will simmer it on low and ponder it for future conflict in the [insert novel series teehee] to come

Vincent has a lot of feelings about Quinn !!!! and his visions !!! and the evil vampire agenda !!!! Too many feelings!! But all he wants is for his boy to understand that his safety and wellbeing and life are the most important things to him, and none of that is worth trading for a small glimpse at a future that will happen anyway. Quinn...disagrees. This is also teeming with potential drama, you see...

I have a LOT more of this type of speculation, but for now, I will leave you with this dump of lore and trauma for you to sink your teeth into~

Thanks for the saucy and delicious questions <3

[nalyra-dreaming]

I know many people think Lestat woke up when louis geart stopped beating but that wasn’t confirmed right? Cuz how would he know that?

Okay, so...

This is one of those things that is "in-between the lines", where many things between Louis and Lestat are. Lestat tells the reader that they must read between the lines in TVL, so that is something to be kept in mind as intentional.

There are a few things that must be considered here, imho:

In "Blackwood Farm" Lestat tells Quinn that the "angels" took his soul with them:

"They left my body there for my friends to watch over," he explained, and for the first time since I'd seen him, he looked troubled, indecisive, even faintly confused. "But my spirit they took with them," he went on. "And in a realm as palpable as this very room they set me down to do their bidding, always threatening to snatch back this right eye, to take it forever if I didn't do what they bid me to do." [...] "I don't even know which of my bodies was the true one — the body that lay on the floor of the chapel of St. Elizabeth's, or the body that roamed with the so-called angels. I was an unwilling trafficker in knowledge and illusions."

Now... Lestat is at the mercy of these "angels" in spiritual realms for years. Years.

He wakes once from a more dreamlike state (as the unpublished book details) to help Armand and the others hunt down the riff raff in New Orleans.

But that is not the same state he is afterwards, because there he was commenting on what was going on around him... and later in Merrick, David notes that Lestat's soul does not seem to actually be there.

"Once again, I had the distinct impression that his soul was not in his body, not in the way that we believed it to be."

This later state is what Lestat is telling us of in "Blackwood Farm."

Now, David sits down and warns Lestat that Louis will attempt suicide.

Louis sits down to say goodbye to Lestat.

Lestat does not wake from neither plea nor goodbye.

So what does wake him?

It could not have been an outward change, because he was alone at St. Elizabeth's when Louis put himself into his coven in the courtyard of Rue Royale.

It could not have been David, who was also at Rue Royale, nor could it have been Merrick.

The show has picked up on what Louis said about their heartbeats, and elevated it, and I do think it is important.

"[...]the drum was my heart, and the second drum had been his."

Louis notes in the book that even after the turning he hears Lestat's heart:

"His heart I still heard like the beating of a drum."

(For vampires, their hearts also sync up with the heartbeats of their victims when they feed, but then that victim's heart stops, of course.)

In "Prince Lestat" Lestat makes note that he also recognizes vampires by heartbeat, or at least certain ones.

Now, in "Prince Lestat and the Realms of Atlantis", we get to Louis' account of the Merrick event, which is an important aspect of it all. Because he narrows it down:

"But the etheric body, the Amel body, was still in you,” said Fareed. “It had to be or you couldn’t have been revived.” “That’s true,” Louis said. “It was there inside me and it would have remained there until the ashes were scattered. It would have remained suspended, waiting, waiting for how long we don’t know. Remember the old admonition from Magnus, Lestat? Scatter the ashes? Well, no one scattered my ashes and I was brought back—by your blood, and David’s blood, and Merrick’s blood too." [...] “My heart had stopped,” said Louis. “There was no blood pumping in me. All circulation had stopped when my heart stopped. That is how I was dead.”

I was speechless. Then slowly it dawned on me. It came back to me what Kapetria had said...something about the invisible tentacles—or the cord—being the only part of us that was not filled with blood.

And here it all comes together, imho.

The cord. The heartbeat. The heart that stopped.

"We are joined by a cord, a cord you cannot see, but it is real."

Louis and Lestat "share a heart", they hear each other's heartbeat. They are also joined by a cord, not just then when the events in PLotRoA are reached, but also because Louis is Lestat's fledgling, and Amel's "tendrils" reached/were given from Lestat in/to Louis.

When Louis' heart stopped that tendril of the spirit Amel snapped.

Lestat, in the spiritual realm at the time, must have been able to feel it.

When Louis' heartbeat stopped the cord snapped.

And Lestat immediately woke up.

(Since they already introduced the cord... I'm quite sure that will be the same in the show if and when they go there.)

[popawritter12]

that post of yours about how every yandere in league of legends is consenting made me think about how they are when it comes to jealousy I just love your posts

Author's notes: I know, im very young in this plataform, but things in my "love life" make me change a LOT of things in my life, so... I guess that i'm coming back bcs i "come back" to normal.

Also I had this thought for a long time so... Let me explain it first.

Of course that i will divide it in a total of four categories:

1- Just in a extreme jeolusy feeling, it gonna "take measures".

2- Tries to hide the jealous, but in one point just gets carried away they emotions.

3- Meticulous search of that person, and subsequent kill.

4- Violent reaccion in view of the jealousy.

5- A REAL violent reaccion in view of the jealousy.

So, let's start

1- Just in a extreme jeolusy feeling, they gonna "take measures".

Alistar, Anivia, Bardo, Blitzcrank, Braum, Galio, Ivern, Janna, Jax, Kai'sa, Karma, Kassadin, Lee Sin, Leona, Lillia, Malphite, Maokai, Master Yi, Morgana, Nami, Neeko, Orianna, Pantheon, Rakan, Riven, Ryze, Shen, Skarner, Soraka, Taliyah, Taric, Wukong, Yasuo, Yone, Yorick, Zac and Zilean.

2- Tries to hide the jealous, but in one point just gets carried away they emotions.

Ahri, Akshan, Aphelios, Caitlyn, Camille, Ekko, Garen, Gragas, Gwen, Hwei Illao, Irelia, Jarvan IV, Kalistam Kayle, Nautilus, Nilah, Olaf, Ornn, Quinn, Rell, Samira, Senna, Sona, Tryndamere, Varus, Volibear, Xin Zhao and Zeri.

3- Meticulous search of that person, and subsequent kill.

Akali, Ashe, Azir, Darius, Diana, Draven, Fiora, Jayce, Jhin, Katarina, Kayn, K'sante, Lucian, Lux, Miss Fortune, Nasus, Nidalee, Pyke, Qiyana, Renata Glasc, Renekton, Rengar, Sejuani, Seraphine, Sett, Shivana, Sivir, Swain, Sylas, Talon, Twisted Fate, Vayne, Viktor, Xayah and Zed.

4- Violent reaccion in view of the jealousy.

Cassiopeia, Dr.Mundo, Elise, Evelynn, Gangplank, Malzahar, Nocturne, Shaco, Singed, Thresh, Udyr, Vi, Xerath and Zyra.

5- A REAL violent reaccion in view of the jealousy.

Aatrox, Aurelion Sol, Brand, Bel' veth, Briar, Hecarim, Jinx, Karthus, Le Blanc, Lissandra, Mordekaiser, Sion, Syndra, Trundle, Tham Kench, Urgot, Vel' Koz, Viego, Vladimir and Warwick.

And, there are two exception of all of this categories; Ezreal and Graves. Why? Well, First i thought that both of them would really be the 3rd categorie, but then i realiced that... The two of them would TRY to kill the cause of they jealousy, but... They literally kill the "cause" by accident ---or directly didn't even get it---, so... that is my explication.

Im gonna say it, it was so funny to do this, and I really say that I must be thankfull to all of the Anon's that try activelly to "revive" this side of mine of hiperfilaxion with Yanderism and my favorite games.

Also, I learned to crochet and do pixel art so im guess that im gonna put some of that from time to time in this account. I wish to all of you the best! <3

[dead-girl-tells-stories]

Okay so I didn't like this idea at first for multiple reasons, mostly because I didn't like cheating no matter the circumstances. But the idea would not leave my head until I did something with it so I'm sharing on the internet where some people might like it.

Okay so Jack and Maddie for some reason were having a rough patch in their relationship and thought that maybe some time apart would help them a bit. Jack and Jazz go and visit his parents and Maddie goes and stay with her sister in Gotham. (I like to think that her sister is Harley Quinn)

During this time Bruce Wayne was in his play boy era and was well.... sleeping around... a lot.

Anyways Bruce and Maddie somehow meets each other, get drunk/tipsy and have a one night stand. And that was the end of that. Until it wasn't.

A few weeks after moving back in with her husband she notices that she has really bad morning sickness. She takes a pregnancy test and the realization hits her like a truck. She has no choice but to tell her husband.

Good thing for her is that her husband loves her no matter what. They decide to keep the baby. And when Danny was born he looked enough like Jack to be passed of as his. So they did.

Flashforward a few years later and Danny is sixteen. Everything that happened, happened.

Danny was killed and revived by his parents ghost portal and became a half ghost. He became a superhero and fought off the ghost from in the portal. More shit happens. He had to fight Phria Dark and won. Became the ghost king. And last but not least, told his parents about his half ghost status.

The last part may or may not have strained his already strenuous relationship with his parents, but he loved them no matter what. And they love him too... he thinks.

Anyways Danny and the ghost came to some sort of agreement, allowing to actually do well in school which allowed him to come on this field trip to Gotham. ( I imagine that it's for history class and they're there to learn about the city's history and architecture and shit like that )

Anyways one of the bat fam sees him and goes like ‘Holy shit this kid is a carbon copy of B! Is it a clone?’ and then proceeds to follow him around. The trip last for a few days and they were able to successfully get a DNA sample from the kid. ( And Danny can't help but feel as if he was being stalked the whole trip. )

They carry the DNA sample back to the Bat Cave to test it and holy shit it's worse/better than a clone!! They are so going to be having a few words with B themselves. They all are. Also the kid's DNA is fuckin... something holy shit!

A few weeks later there's a knock on the Fenton's door. It's strange because anyone who lives in Amity knows that knocking on their door is a bad idea. The parents aren't home so Jazz opens the door and... Is that fuckin Bruce Wayne‽

Yeah that's my idea. If you like it do as you want with it just tag me please because I would like to see what people do with it.

[wanderingmind867]

I did it! I made a Justice League Canada concept finally, although I only made one original character. Still, I'm impressed I thought of seven characters (even if it took me months):

Justice League Canada: Originally conceived around 1988 or 1989 when the Justice League Detroit gets a mission in Canada. The mission goes well, and the Justice League gets some contacts in Canada. A year or two after this, the Justice League loses a fight in disastrous fashion and their public reputation sinks even lower. Knowing that the United States has turned on them, the Justice League use their connections in canada to keep the team running. Only one requirement: the team will have some oversight by the canadian government. Nothing too severe. But there will be some oversight and guidelines.

They serve as a Justice League branch solely isolated to Canada and (occasionally) the US states on the Canadian border. In those cases, they closely work alongside the revived Justice Society of America.

Justice League of Canada Founding Members:

1. Martian Manhunter (J'onn J'onzz): When the Justice League Detroit moves from Detroit to Ottawa, only two members of the Detroit team come to Canada: Martian Manhunter and Gypsy. Martian Manhunter acts as the team's leader again, the same way he did back in Detroit. He moves his private detective practice as "John Jones" from Michigan up to Ottawa, giving him a convenient excuse to be in Canada.

He's with the team for their year or two. If this were an actual comic, he'd be on the team for the 20-25 issues. But after a year or two with the team, J'onn leaves to head back to the states. He's gotten an offer from Harley Quinn and Captain Cold to supervise their team of reformed (or semi-reformed) supervillians, and he couldn't say no to the offer. Especially since his brother was on that team.

2. Blue Beetle (Ted Kord): Ted Kord is known as the Canadian Bruce Wayne. Well, maybe not explicitly by that nickname, but that is the type of character he shall be. I wrote so much for his origin that it needed it's own seperate post/note. Which I did make.

3. No name for this character yet, but some Norse and/or Inuit demigoddess or nature spirit. I want something to match Wonder Woman, except with more of the beautiful mystique of the snow and aurora, as well as with more respect paid to the indigenous communities of Canada. I have a well formed image of this character because this is a character type already beaten to death (honestly), but I think we could find a way to make it unique.

4. I don't have a name or backstory for this character yet, but I have two details: they're an elemental who can control the waters, and they're from Vancouver Island. Besides that, I've got nothing. I don't know if they're indigenous or just caucasian, I don't know if they're male or female or neither, I just know they're an elemental from Vancouver Island.

5. The Angel of Dawn/Ange de L'aube (Samantha Guizzon): Samantha Guizzon is a highly skilled CSIS (Canadian Security Intelligence Service) Agent. She's one of their best agents, known for her skill with research, espionage and for her very detailed knowledge of non-lethal combat.

Oh, and she's also got metahuman abilities. She can generate and manipulate light. She got her nickname (Angel of Dawn) because she can use her light powers to form shining hard light wings upon which she can glide through the air. She can also emit blinding light from her body, not unlike a miniature solar flare.

Samantha was assigned to the team to represent Quebec and Canada's francophone community. Originally from Montreal, Samantha is proud to represent Quebec on the team.

6. Captain Marvel/Shazam (Billy Batson): I saw someone say Captain Marvel was from Minnesota. I don't know if that's true, but I'm rolling with it. Mostly because I've seen jokes online before that Minnesota is the US state most like Canada (or at least I swear I heard that somewhere), and now I need to roll with it.

Captain Marvel/Shazam aids the team, but he's not actually living in Canada (like the other team members). Nobody knows why Captain Marvel isn't in Canada, let alone a Canadian citizen. Nobody even knows why he asks strangely naive questions or never stays around too long after missions. Well, maybe Martian Manhunter knows. But the secret is safe with him.

7. Gypsy (Cindy Reynolds): I know that there's a good chance Gypsy was DC's ripoff of Scarlet Witch, so let's take it one step further. Let's embrace the mild plagiarism. Her and Red Tornado will have a brief romance (although theirs crashes and burns a lot faster than Vision and Scarlet Witch's relationship).

When the Justice League Detroit disbands, only three members agree to head up to join the Canadian branch. Martian Manhunter, Gypsy and Captain Marvel/Shazam. The rest of that team stayed back in the states or were otherwise too busy to agree to join the new team.

Additional Members:

8. Booster Gold (Michael Jon Carter): Michael Jon Carter is from Edmonton. But I get really bogged down in backstory. So much so that I had to give him his own seperate post/note. Because I wrote like 7 to 9 paragraphs, too many to share here (especially when I'm trying to write about a whole roster of team members here, not just one).

9. Red Tornado: Although not really Canadian (being an android created in the United States), the Red Tornado is asked to join the team as a personal favour by the Martian Manhunter. Moving to Ottawa and taking on a human identity as university professor "John Smith", the Red Tornado becomes the team's heart and soul.

10. The Geomancer: This is a placeholder name for now, but I have a backstory. Daughter of a PEI farmer, young Emily Harrison is a metahuman with the power to control earth (and more specifically, dirt and soil are her specialities). Emily took over running the farm when her father had to retire, and she now runs it with her dad's best friend, an old, burly acadian man named Jean.

Emily never intended to be a superhero. She was content to just till her fields using her powers, and never have to worry about anyone judging her for them. But then one day the Justice League Canada came to PEI. Because the villian the Justice League was chasing also kidnapped her father, Emily and Jean help the Justice League stop him. This brings her to the notice of the Justice League.

This later, when Martian Manhunter, Captain Marvel and the Angel of Dawn all take absences from the team, they ask Emily and Jean to join the team. Emily was pretty reluctant to join, until she managed to get a promise the league would send her someone to help with the farm when she's doing super hero work.

11. Jean Boudreau: Jean is an acadian man from New Brunswick. A while ago, he moved to PEI to get a job as a farm hand. There he met Emily's dad, and began working on his farm. When Emily inherited the farm, Jean has already been working there for 10 years. He knows Emily the same way he knew her dad, and he wants to help protect her from the judgement of the world

When the Justice League comes to PEI to stop the villian who kidnapped Emily's dad, Jean is outraged. That's his old friend they kidnapped, and Jean will go to the ends of the earth to save him. Similarly, Jean follows Emily onto the Justice League when she joins them to help protect her.

Jean has no superpowers. He's just a strong, older man with all the physical abilities that entails. He does take martial arts training while he's on the league, though. He's also one of (if not) the only member of the team with no secret identity. He's just Jean.

12. Captain Newfoundland: There used to be a superhero called Captain Newfoundland in some old comic strips. I know little about him, but he looks super cool. And I want to take him, add some cool new details, and bring him to a wider audience. I'd add elements of Captain Universe and of The Phantom Stranger.

The last relic of an old alien race which came to earth eons ago, Captain Newfoundland and his kin were the original settlers of Newfoundland. Except back then, it wasn't Newfoundland. Back then, it was called Atlantis. This ancient race of star beings settled on Atlantis. They made it a paradise on earth, lush and beautiful. But then Atlantis fell to a massive volcanic eruption, and all of Captain Newfoundland's people either died or fled back into space. But not him.

You see, Captain Newfoundland was an exile amongst his people. He was friendly to the humans and animals of earth. He took it upon himself to watch over them and care for them. Since his people felt this made him too tender-hearted for his own good, they exiled him to the farthest tip of Atlantis. Funnily enough, this tip was the only part of Atlantis that survived the explosions. It never fell to the seas, and became the place we now call Newfoundland.

Nowadays, Captain Newfoundland is the humble protector of "The Rock". There's just one catch: he needs a host body. Kind of like how the Spectre needs a host body to do his thing, Captain Newfoundland needs a human host body to serve as a conduit between him and humanity. His current host body is an old Newfie, Brian Wellford (name subject to change if I think of anything better).

Captain Newfoundland is not a permanent member of the Justice League Canada. Kind of like the Phantom Stranger, he comes and goes wherever he's needed. Also, he doesn't often leave his stronghold on the east coast.

[zahri-melitor]

What are your hopes and fears about the upcoming DCU?

Hmmmm. This is one of those things where I'm still waiting to get a bit more direction about the next upcoming universe-wide event.

My hopes?

Well, I'd like to see DC find space in the roster for at least one (1) Aqua character to be appearing regularly in a continuing title, even if they don't spin up a new Aquaman title. It's frankly embarrassing that the only things the characters have been seen in is limited run team books, B-stories in anthologies, crossovers, and movie tie-in singles for almost two years, particularly when they just had a movie.

I want a continuation for Hawkgirl, thank you.

I want to see a main-universe Justice League book back (I don't count vs Godzilla vs Kong). It doesn't HAVE to be a JLA; it could be a JLD or a JLI (or even a JLQ though JLQ is mostly a stupid joke they haul out for Pride), I just think the current Titans run is underwhelming as the premier team book.

I want to see a teen or young-adult roster team book, to use literally any of the dozens of underused characters right now in the 14-21 bracket. I would also prefer it not to be a Lost Children book (though the likelihood of that seems to be going down, given apparently Johns is going exclusive elsewhere once the current JSA run finishes up). I also would like for the team leader on the book NOT to be a Robin.

I would really like to see Action Comics return to an A,B,C story layout that's focused on Superfam broadly, and I would like to see Detective Comics join it once Ram V's run is finished for the Batfam, if Brave and the Bold is going to continue avoiding actually using BatFAM characters. Both families support multiple titles but also at least a dozen prominent characters readers want to see each. Use that space to tell stories with them.

Blue Beetle brings Dani Garrett back and has her meet Victoria Kord and they hate each other.

Someone spins up a team that consists of Renee Montoya returning as the Question, Kate Spencer, Cameron Chase and Sasha Bordeaux. After creating the perfect Rucka-bait he comes back and writes me a maxi-series of all of these characters having adventures together, with Director Bones growling at them as Waller is currently too evil and them all largely ignoring him to thump heads together. If they really can't tempt Rucka, give it to Marc Andreyko. (I am aware this is a pipedream, but join me!)

My fears?

Harley Quinn stays on Birds of Prey

This upcoming Waller event is even more character-destroying nonsense that fails to recognise her complexity (oh I know, I'm already braced)

Tim continues to not be anchored onto at least one of the Bat books as a supporting character

Tom King stays on Wonder Woman for an extended run

Someone decides we need another Joker event

Anyone tries to push the reset button too hard in the upcoming event. Currently they've got most characters pretty stable and a lot of pre-boot revival characterisation happening. I really don't want extra multiversal shenanigans right now.

[itsscromp]

Jason Todd with a reader who has similar trauma from the Joker? The reader really looks up to him and wants to know how he copes with all of the pain

(I really love your writing, it's hard to find platonic X reader writers out here! 💞)

Jason Todd/Red Hood x reader platonic

Aww that's and an amazing idea anon and double awwww that means so much to me that you love my writing, I hope you enjoy this one anon :D. word count:1.1K

It's been about a month since Bruce died, but from grief, you, Tim, Dick, Barbara and Jason help continue to keep Gotham City safe as the Gotham knights. But even with this newfound family, there was one bit that Jason continued to struggle with, his past. His death at the hands of the Joker still haunts him to this day, the events replaying in his mind and taking a toll on him. But you always help him see the light when it seems too far away. He was forever grateful to have a friend like you.

But not to Jason's knowledge, you were also affected by the clown prince of crime. When you were only 7 years old, your dad was murdered by him. It was horrifying, to this day you can't think of him without seeing him in your head and also hearing that horrific laugh.

It plagued you no matter where you went, but for the sake of the others especially Jason, you never told them anything, you didn't even tell Bruce before he died.

One night out on patrol, you and Jason were investigating a crime scene that had Harley Quinn written all over it. you thought you could handle it. It was just a crime scene.

"Y/n how's it looking from over there??" Jason asked you as he scanned the footprints to find her.

"I think I got something but I need a bit more time to figure out what chemical it is"

"More than likely it'll be his laughing gas"

Hearing laughing gas sent shivers down your spine, but right now you needed to focus, you needed to find the chemical so you can be able to trace it.

After which you finally detected it.

"Red hood I got it"

"Awesome, your detective work is getting a lot better"

"I could say the same for your less destructive habits" You smirked under the mask.

"Oh come on man that only happened once... Twice"

You snickered as you both got on your bat cycles following the trail back to where it would lead into the abandoned chemical plant where both he and she were born. This night just keeps getting better and better for you.

Grappling into a nearby vent the two then entered inside. Making they're way inside finally. They then find the people Harley has kidnapped.

"Be sharp y/n, she can be very very unpredictable" Jason warned

"G...Got it" You couldn't help but stutter as you continued through the plant.

Now normally Jason would let this slide, but from the tone of your voice and stutter, he knew something was wrong. And come on he's your best friend how could he not see when something is wrong with you. You always looked out for him, when you both head back to the belfry. he was gonna help you.

You both then started to hear scared voices and a cackling giggle from the one and only.

"Play nice boys, or you're gonna meet the same fate as your friends did." She swung her electric mallet just barely touching their faces as a warning.

"You won't get away with this Harley"

"Oh, won't I now ??" She smirked as she began to do shit talk them and tell them her plan.

You and Jason got to the ground as quietly as you could. sneaking to where the kidnapped police officers were. With a nod from Jason, you then lunged at Harley and began to fight her. While she was distracted, Jason then freed the officers and got them out safely and quickly before coming back to you and finishing Harley off.

"You little bat brats !!!"

"It's over Harley, you're going back to Arkham one way or another" Jason cracked his knuckles.

"I'll be sure to put you down 6 feet under and make sure your friend doesn't revive you this time !!!" she cackled as she swung her mallet at you before you quickly dodged it. The cackle triggered you, the memories were flooding back. The sight, the sounds, Him...

Jason saw you were distressed even if you put up a fight, but right now you two needed to finish Harley off quickly. So Jason took out his non-lethal stun bullets and loaded them up, shooting Harley a few times, tasering her to the ground. It was over, Harley's reign of terror was over.

The police came and arrested her, taking her back to Arkham Asylum. You and Jason's job was done. But riding back to the belfry, Jason knew he had to ask you. So once you both settled down, changing into your pyjamas for the night...

"Y/n I need to ask you something, What happened back at the plant ??"

"It's... It's nothing Jason"

He placed a hand on your shoulder gently and turned you around. He wanted to help you.

"I may not be good with this kind of stuff... but you can talk to me. You know that right ??"

You looked down on the floor, you knew what he was talking about. About why you seemed distressed fighting Harley... Your stutter...

"When... When I was 7..."

Jason listened attentively.

"My dad... was murdered, by Joker... All my life... was overshadowed by him. Even one mention of his name triggers me into seeing everything again... How do you do it Jason ??"

"What do you mean ??"

"How do you deal with it... the pain ?? how do you keep yourself in check when hearing his name"

Jason never really thought about it too much, this was the man who killed him, but after that, he never thought much. he does sometimes but not even every mention triggers him. He could see the desperation for an answer in your eyes. Like a lost dog out in the streets.

"Y/n... I know It's hard. believe me, I know, But the way I cope with it is that I have and I don't usually say this in front of the others, an amazing support system. People who guide me when I feel lost, people who pick me up when I fall down. Y/n, you're my best friend, I want to help..."

You couldn't help but feel tears brim as you hugged Jason tightly, the one person out of the entire bat family gets you. He really does, He doesn't hesitate to wrap his arms around you, keeping you safe and secure.

"I'm always here for you y/n, always"

This meant more than you could ever feel. To have someone who could pick you up when you fall down, to guide you into the light when things get tough. It will continue to get tough, But you always had your best friend to back you up.

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[luckyricochet]

Well-Worn Things || Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Read on AO3

Fandom: Masters of the Air

Pairing: Quinn/Louise

Warnings: Language, mentions of death

Word Count: 3.9k

A/N: This fic is revived! I'd like to be more active with my OCs and fics for the HBO war fandom now since I have been lovingly developing them for about two years now (not including this one) so your support is much appreciated. I think there might be at the most two or three chapters more for this short fic so please look forward to them!

Louise led Quinn inside. He stood in the middle of the sitting room as if he were a statue, not moving or touching anything. Louise felt his eyes on her as she rolled up her sleeves and washed her hands after her mother, who too observed their new housemate but with a decidedly maternal eye.

“No dirty hands or faces are allowed at the table,” she clucked, taking in his scruffy appearance and pushing him toward the hall after she drew all the curtains shut. Her still-damp hand left a print on his back. “You need to wash. And change.”

Louise led Quinn inside. He stood in the middle of the sitting room as if he were a statue, not moving or touching anything. Louise felt his eyes on her as she rolled up her sleeves and washed her hands after her mother, who too observed their new housemate but with a decidedly maternal eye. 

“No dirty hands or faces are allowed at the table,” she clucked, taking in his scruffy appearance and pushing him toward the hall after she drew all the curtains shut. Her still-damp hand left a print on his back. “You need to wash. And change.”

“What—“ Not a little bemused, Quinn rapidly turned to Louise, pleading, eyebrows raised in incomprehension. 

Louise dried her hands, suppressing her amusement. “You must be clean before you eat,” she said. “Come with me.”

At the other end of the house, Louise rummaged through her brother’s wardrobe. One by one, she handed garments to Quinn—pants, a shirt, sweater, socks, even underwear—He couldn’t be caught wearing single scrap of American-made clothing, or they would all fall under suspicion. “These will be yours. The bathroom is down the hall. Wash up, and then change. Do not wear anything else except these clothes. We are going to get rid of your uniform, so make sure you empty your pockets; everything must be gone.”

“Okay,” Quinn agreed. He flexed his feet, clad in boots. “What about my shoes?”

A lock of hair fell over Louise’s face; she pushed it aside impatiently and got to her feet. “We’ll find you a pair that fits. What size are you?”

“Nine.”

“Is that nine in the American size?”

Quinn looked down at his feet and shrugged. “I guess.”

Louise didn’t know off the top of her head what that would convert to in Belgium. There was probably a conversion written down somewhere; she’d had to dig more to find it. “Very well. I’ll put a few pairs outside the door. If they don’t fit, stuff them with tissues until they do and we’ll find a better pair in the morning. Come back to the dining room when you are done and we will eat.”

In the kitchen, Louise’s mother had laid four place settings at the table and was now spooning a helping onto each place. 

“Let me help, maman,” Louise said, trying to reach for the pot but her mother quickly jerked it back. 

“You just worry about tomorrow,” she said. “Does he have everything?”

“Perhaps just needs a pair of shoes. I don’t know what size he wears exactly here.” 

“There are some extra pairs in the basement,” her father interjected. “Try those ones if Armand’s don’t fit.”  

The creaking floor announced Quinn’s presence to them. He appeared shyly at the end of the corridor, pinned there by their eyes. He held his old clothes. 

“Um…I have this—” 

Louise put her arms out for them, taking the bundle and depositing it under a loose floorboard in her parents’ bedroom. Her father would dispose of them that night. 

Quinn had taken the empty seat next to Louise’s when she came back. As everyone began to eat, though, he hesitated. His eyes scanned his plate of potatoes and chicken and then he glanced at her, struggling to speak. She questioned him with her eyes, tipping her head to the side slightly. 

“Um—well, I ate outside, if your family wants more—”

“You eat it,” Louise said with a shrug and returning to her own. “We already portioned it out. My brother isn’t going to come home tonight, so you have his helping.” She jerked her head. “Eat.”

He didn’t seem to want to argue, so he did as she said. At the next chair, her father kept his eyes on his plate but somehow seemed to be studying Quinn at the same time.

“American, huh?” he said finally.

Quinn managed to swallow the bite he was chewing and stared at her father, his eyes wide. “Yes, sir.”

“Sir,” Louise’s father repeated. He laughed shortly and leaned back. “I’m just a farmer.”

“Sorry,” Quinn said. “That’s the military for you, I guess.”

“Don’t make fun of him, papa,” Louise scolded. 

Her father smirked. “Louise here says I should not tease.”

“What? Oh, no—”Quinn’s eyes darted over to her and then back to her father. “I mean, I’ll take anything as long as it’s not Nazi flak, trust me. Uh—but thanks—for uh—” Quinn nodded hastily to both of them, so flustered Louise had to quickly bite her lip from laughing. 

“Ever been to Europe before the war?” her father questioned. 

“Definitely not,” Quinn said, shaking his head. 

“So what do you think of it? Europe?”

“Uh…it’s nice. I like it. I haven’t seen too much of it, but—I like it.” Quinn rubbed his hands on his thighs back and forth, trying to relax but at a loss for words. “And—what about you, have you ever been to America?”

“America?” Louise’s father repeated. “Expensive trip for a farmer.”

“Oh. Well yeah, I would have never made it over here either if there wasn’t…well. A war going on, I guess,” Quinn said. 

“No, our family has been on this plot of land for decades,” Louise’s father said proudly. “No German bastard is going to make me move, over my dead body.”

“Philippe!” Louise’s mother frowned at her father. “Some civility, please.” 

Bickering aside, Louise was glad they all had the time to talk. She knew her father was trying to suss Quinn out. They had already agreed to help him, but they would all feel more comfortable if they had an idea of who he was. She listened as they talked about what Quinn used to to before the war, his family, and friends back home. It was interesting—mostly because she didn’t understand or relate to any of it, things like Quinn playing a game called baseball in high school and his father working on a dam on a big river near his town. He was relatively unguarded about it all. He probably recognized that they wanted to make sure they could trust him so was honest, but it seemed to help him too. The more he talked, the more his shoulders relaxed, and he even began to smile once or twice. 

When they finished eating, Louise’s mother assigned Quinn to drying duty as Louise cleaned the dishes. He acquiesced without complaint and they stood shoulder-to-shoulder at the sink together while her parents disappeared to the basement. The sound of the running water was Louise and Quinn’s only other companion, until Quinn decided to speak, just loudly enough so she could hear him over the faucet. 

“So what happens tomorrow?”

Louise glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. His expression was serious, far too much so for someone who, tomorrow, would have to pretend he lived here. “We go into town. Someone there will talk to you.”

“Okay. How long is it going to take?” Impatience crept into his questioning, the way it had in the garden.

“As quickly as it can happen,” Louise replied. “There is no strict timeline here. Some days things are fast. Other days we have to wait. The important thing is that you don’t appear suspicious.”

“I—”

“Like the way you are acting now,” Louise said pointedly. “We are going to help you. So you trust us. All right?” She turned the faucet off and looked him in the eye. He had the grace to appear marginally mollified. 

“All right,” he agreed. 

“Good. Now. You want news?” 

The latch to the cellar door was hooked. Louise rolled the rug that covered it up over, pulled the door in the floor up, and listened. A barely-audible, tinny sound floating upward from the basement. “Papa?We’re coming down,” she called. There was a zip as he turned the volume down to hear them. 

“Okay—” came her father’s voice. Louise gestured for Quinn to take the ladder first so she could close the door above them. He stood against the wall after descending, staring at her parents at the opposite wall, huddled on the floor around a radio. They had missed the broadcast; the airwaves were now blaring a German symphony. Louise led Quinn over to them and they joined them on the ground, surrounded by seed packets, gardening tools, and dusty boxes. Quinn didn’t know it, but in some of the boxes was a stash of pistols her brother had been stockpiling for the last year. 

“News?” Louise asked. 

“There was an uprising in one of the Polish ghettos,” her father reported. “Yesterday morning. The Nazis went in to round more of the Jews up and they started to fight back.”

“Is there any hope for it?” Quinn asked.

Her father shook his head minutely. “You see pictures of those SS once they are done destroying the ghettos? It will end just like that again, mark my words.”

It was harsh but there was no reason to think any differently. Louise bit her lip and pressed the tips of her fingers together. 

“And in Italy…your General Patton met up with the British,” her father continued, nodding at Quinn. “Seems like they have Sicily.”

A large grin formed on Quinn’s face and he exhaled in relief. “That’s great. Really, really great…What about from America?”

Her father sat up a little straighter, stretching his back languidly like a cat. “Mr. Roosevelt is in Canada.”

“Canada?” Quinn repeated. “What for?”

“Apparently he is having talks with Mr. Churchill and Mr. King. The Canadian prime minister,” he added for their benefit. Louise was secretly pleased for her own dignity that Quinn had also appeared unfamiliar with Mr. King’s name. He didn’t seem embarrassed by lack of information, though.

“Do they say what they’re talking about?” he asked instead, fueled by the news of his countrymen.

“Not a word,” Louise’s father said. 

“Oh.” Quinn’s shoulders slumped. 

“Still, that’s good news, is it not?” Louise attempted to be encouraging. “Good…cooperation between countries.”

“Yeah, I guess,” Quinn agreed half-heartedly. Just a minute ago so lively, he was clearly deflated now. “Well, it doesn’t really matter to me, just as long as they get more planes over to England.”

He spoke out of exhaustion, Louise guessed. As they tramped back up after her parents to the main level of the house, his feet moved heavily. When he got to the top, he leaned against the wall, his head pressed against his arm. 

“You should sleep,” Louise said. “You had a hard day.” It was only eight o’clock, but given all that he had seen that day, Louise was impressed he had made it as long as he had. “Quinn?” She stepped closer to him, putting her face against the wall so she could observe him better. 

His head shifted marginally and his eyes met hers. Daring to move closer, Louise reached out and took him by the arm. Her brother’s jacket fit loosely enough that she didn’t actually touch any of Quinn’s body, her fingers curling only around the fabric. But it was enough to coax him along to her brother’s room, empty for the evening as it so often was. 

“It’s my brother’s room,” Louise explained after she had turned the light on. “You sleep here. Do not move the curtains. If you need anything, my room is next door on the left. And you remember where the bathroom is.”

Quinn nodded mutely, his weariness catching up to him. He slumped onto the bed and ran his hands through his blond, cherub-like curls briefly, and then over his face. They fell into his lap and he stared at them, for a long moment. It felt awkward to watch him, so Louise took his stillness as her cue to leave. 

“Well, good night,” she said, slightly too loudly. The room seemed a mile long as she crossed to let herself out.

“I haven’t thanked you yet.”

Louise blinked, taken aback by his frankness. Her hand was on the door, about to open it, but she stopped herself in time to regard him. “Oh—it’s okay—”

“Thank you, Louise.” He was too tired, it seemed, to get up again, but he looked at her now. That dazed appearance he had been wearing the whole evening had not faded, but there was more clarity to him presently. “You and your parents. I’d be dead without you.”

You might still be, Louise thought, palming the door handle. England was a long ways away and her family’s protection went only so far; they both knew it. But it wasn’t the time to think about that reality. Louise offered him a small smile. “We do what we can, William,” she said finally. 

Louise retired not long after Quinn. She joined her parents for a cup of tea, where they interrogated her about what she intended to do tomorrow. It was meant with good intentions, for she was only nineteen. The danger was paramount, but Louise didn’t need reminding. Their badgering keyed her up, turning her stomach and frazzling her brain. When the questioning was over, she retreated to her room for a much-needed rest of the evening by herself.

She thought she might write Charlotte—There was plenty that had happened. But after sitting at her desk with the pen in her hand and no ink flowing, she pushed the paper to the corner and groaned with frustration. There was no way to communicate all the events of the day innocently. One wrong word and the Germans would descend on their farm with a fury Louise had no wish to see. 

She settled instead for a book in bed. At least there were still these small pleasures that the war had not stripped of them. In between the turning of pages, Louise listened to the room next door to her. It was all quiet. She wondered if he was staying up or sleeping like a baby. She hoped fervently the latter. Tomorrow would be easier than the ordeal he had endured today, but he needed to have his head on straight nevertheless.

So did she. 

Louise set her book aside and turned out the light. With the covers pulled up to her chin, she felt a little comforted as she stared at the dark ceiling until her sight glazed over and she could do so no more. On her side, Louise gazed through the sliver of space between the drawn curtains and the window. Clouds smudged across the gray-blue sky and the moon hung above the low lands. Its soft light crowned the trees and shrubs with silver. The beauty of the country belied the reality that existed beyond the farm…

With a jerk, Louise started awake. For a moment, she panicked: Was someone here? Who was dead? Then when she realized there was no one at the door and the house was peaceful, she calmed. 

Well, it was mostly peaceful. A muffled sound penetrated through the wall between her and her brother’s chamber, a sort of unintelligible muttering, accompanied with an occasional dull thump. Louise sat up in bed, clutching the blanket to her chest, thinking. Then she got up. 

Her parents’ quarters at the other end of the abandoned corridor were probably far enough that they wouldn’t hear anything. Good. It was better that way. She stood at her brother’s entrance, stock still, and listened. The silence that had overtaken the house was misleading; Louise had to only wait a few minutes before she heard the same noise once more. She knocked the back of her hand on the door lightly. “William? William, are you all right?” 

An even louder thump answered her. It shook Louise’s insides, but even then, she hesitated. She had heard stories from the last war of men who came back from the front, the way they didn’t seem to understand reality after experiencing war. They didn’t listen to reason or might even fight people who tried to assist them. Louise was no doctor—what if she did something and made the situation even worse?

“William?” she endeavored a second time to appeal to him through the door, risking disturbing her parents. “It’s Louise. Do you need help?” 

The same response floated through the door. Louise pursed her lips. He’s just a boy, she thought. And not a very big one at that. 

Louise gripped the knob and turned it slowly, inching her way into the room and shutting the door behind her. She heard, rather than saw, Quinn. He kicked at the blanket, shoving it to the foot of the bed. The rest of his body tossed and turned on the mattress, made all the more noticeable by the ragged breaths he emitted.

Louise steeled herself and kneeled next to the bed. “William, wake up—it’s all right. You’re safe.” He ignored her, thrashing every few seconds and throwing his head about. Yet he was clearly asleep. Similar invocations were to no avail. Louise thought about shaking him, but something in her told her that would be a bad idea. She went with a different tack—

“Quinn?”

A bone-chilling gasp escaped his lips. It could have come from a dying man, except it was coming from a man who was very much alive. Louise still could not see Quinn properly, but she heard him. He was motionless now and didn’t jerk back and forth on the bed anymore. His breathing, however, was more rapid than ever. 

“Colonel Harding?” He masked the quiver in his question only barely. 

“No, it’s Louise.” She let him remember where he was and then went on, “I’m sorry to wake you; you were…”

“No, it’s fine, it’s…” Quinn cut her off like he didn’t want to hear what she had to say, even though Louise wasn’t even certain she could describe what he had been like. He took a few more breaths. “It’s okay.”

Louise shuffled backward from the bed to give him space and sat against the dresser; her knees smarted from the wooden floor anyway. Gradually, Quinn grew quieter until the air was quite still. She studied at the shadowy outline of him warily. “Are you all right?”

A long pause. “Yeah,” he said at last. He sat up and swung his legs over the mattress, pressing the heel of his hands into his eyes. “Sorry to wake up you.”

“No, it’s…it’s fine…”

Louise’s eyes were adjusting to the dark. She could see him better now. Quinn’s gaze was fixed on some random point on the ground and his mouth was set in a firm straight line. “What happened?”

He raised his head to regard her, and then dropped it without saying anything. Somehow, they mutually agreed silently to not speak for a minute. When it was up and it seemed like Quinn would say nothing further, Louise scraped against the floor. “Well, if you’re okay, then—” She slid her legs under her to stand. 

“Wait.”

She blinked. “Yes?”

Quinn still didn’t return her gaze as she looked at him. He seemed to be thinking. “Stay.” His tone was supplicating, like a child’s. Oddly tender, it preyed on Louise’s heart, compelled her to sit again to acquiesce to his request. She pulled her legs up to her chest, setting her chin on her knees. 

“Okay.”

At her agreement, Quinn slid down off the bed to join her on the floor. His fingers drummed a frenetic rhythm on his leg. Louise pretended not to notice, between two minds on he would even speak at all. Maybe he just wanted to have someone else be there; she could understand that. 

“I left my buddy in the plane.” 

The confession pierced the air like a shard of glass, shattering the amiable, if awkward, tension. Louise could swear she heard it ringing in her ears. Maybe that was why she wasn’t confident if she heard him correctly. She lifted her chin up slowly.

“What do you mean?” 

“One of the gunners. He was stuck in the ball turret. It jammed when we were all bailing. I tried to open the hatch—” He clapped his hands together and shrugged, helpless. “…Couldn’t get him out.” Quinn bit his lip and shook his head. He whispered like his speech was dragged out of him. 

Louise stared at him, eyes wide and unsure of what to say. It wasn’t as if she was ignorant of the cruelties of war or mankind. This war wasn’t her family’s first; she still recalled what her grandparents and parents had endured in the Great War. Death was no stranger to her. She should have known how to react. But all she could do was take a deep breath, hoping it wasn’t shuddering and a giveaway of her horror—which had to only be a fraction of what Quinn felt himself. 

“But…you tried. If you hadn’t left you’d be dead too—” They were cold, stupid words of comfort. Triteness never helped anyone. 

“He begged me. Screaming, to not go,” Quinn hissed. His mouth was tightly shut as he thought. “And I left him.” His voice broke and he bit his lip, as agitated as Louise had ever seen a person. With a sudden fierceness, he shot to his feet and paced the length of the room several times, until he leaned over, hands on his knees. “Jesus fucking Christ!” he spat. His breaths were coming out of him in spurts anew. He sat back down and clenched his hair with both of his hands, like he wanted to tear it out in utter frustration. Agonizing torment contorted his face. He had been probably holding it inside of him ever since the crash. Maybe he would have been able to hide it for as long as he stayed with them. Louise thought that was probably what he wanted. But the night had an uncanny ability to reveal the things people were the most haunted by. And Quinn’s ghosts were the worst that there were. Louise felt her throat choking up at the mere idea of them. 

“I’m sorry,” she said softly. “I’m so sorry.” 

Quinn finally met her gaze. The moonlight glinted off his eyes, striking her to the core. The rest of his face was half illuminated, half shadowed, but it was enough. Somehow he seemed unprepared for Louise’s reaction. His face relaxed marginally, and then all at once, even if he wasn’t really at ease. “I don’t know,” he muttered. “It’s all so…” He threw up his hands and shrugged, his emotions spent. “Well—you know what I mean, don’t you?”

Louise didn’t blame him for not being able to articulate himself more clearly. Hardly anyone could these days. She barely could, and she was relatively better off than most people. At least her family was together and she wasn’t forced to fight. How could someone like Quinn be expected to do any better, after everything he had seen and everything he had done? Impulse took over her inhibitions and she leaned forward, reaching for him. 

“I do.” 

Quinn’s eyebrows came together at the sensation of her hands against his. He glanced at them knotted together, and then at her. Louise nodded firmly. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me.”

He didn’t resist her touch, still warm from her bed. Quinn’s hands were cold. When Louise curled hers around them tightly, he flexed back, as if instinctively grasping for a source of comfort. Louise didn’t want to let go either, lest he be deprived of what meager solace she finally could provide. She only regretted that her hands, weathered by years of labor, were no longer soft. 

[vanaglori-ah]

OKAY! so i went to bed and i come back to see that a lot of people have responded to my post! i’m still going through all the reblogs right now but thanks so much for the love and support 😭

i mostly specialize in writing fics and headcanons. but i don’t have many hours in game and have not went too far yet in game (70 hours now). so i’ll hold off a bit until i can get a better grasp of the lore. i was really into star wars as a kid but couldn’t play the old republic when it first came out. this game has singlehandedly revived my love for the franchise.

ANYWAYS! i’m gonna share my main two darlings for the game since that is what i have seen other people do and one of the many things others have suggested!

this is my sith warrior! emma nymeria. she’s a darling woman.

now originally i was gonna commit to the normal sith empire, dark side alignment. but i kept making light side choices so we’re sticking to the bit now. her current mission is to reform the empire from within.

a humble servant of the empire, she carries orders without questions. it isn’t until recently that she’s started suspecting her fellow colleagues in the empire are a bit...eccentric, might be the best word.

i’m still working out details for her backstory but she comes from a small planet named eria, the daughter of a servant and his master. her mother was the daughter of a sith lord. she primarily grew up as a servant until her talent in the force revealed otherwise.

one of her closest friends is vette, with whom she has sympathies for. you can find them both talking to each other in the engine room late at night. it’s homophobic that i can’t romance vette as a woman /j

emma is a sorceress because i wanted lightning hands. she has a fondness for fruit, sweet drinks, and quinn (for now). she also likes flirting with most of the adult people she comes across.

emma is a cis woman, uses she/her pronouns, and can be identified as bisexual (or anything under the umbrella really).

and now for my jedi knight! liffessia!

i have ideas to make my jedi knight and sith warrior parallels, so we’re trying to commit to the dark side (but also i keep making light side choices without knowing smh).

a new padawan of the jedi order, she is devoted to the galactic republic, peace, and destroying the sith empire. she currently has a lot of self restraint, but that might be slowly chipping away the more she realizes their enemy is relentless.

also still working out backstory ideas. she’s from a small planet called yamia carro where control has been contested all her life. most definitely lost her eye when she was a child during that conflict. her parents both were key figures in the fight against the empire on her home planet.

i haven’t played her much in the past few days, mostly because i like my sith warrior character a lot more. but liffessia is a sage (made the same mistake sob). she likes sour foods, coloring, and playing with children.

liffessia’s a cis woman, uses she/her pronouns, and can be identified as being ace/biromantic.

[angstyandromanticwriting]

Harley Quinn X FemWerewolf!Reader Angsty, Cute and Fluffy Prompt (2)

• Linked to Rachael Allen’s Reckoning

• Consists after the events of the first film (Suicide Squad)

• There will be more!

• Connected to last part that I posted due to text block limit + Some of listed TW might not apply to this part (I’m too lazy to narrow it down to this half 😭 - my apologies)

!TW: Rake-ish behaviour, nudity, swearing, mention of previously being in a mental asylum/breaking out of one, violence, presence of alcohol, jealousy, insult, substance abuse (alcohol + drugs), insult(s), implied poor childhood experience + trauma as a result of it/implied suffering from PTSD, implied suffering from depression + separation anxiety + anxiety in general, implied being previously abused by a family member, mention of the death of a family member, self put-down(s) + self doubt, presence of blood, near death experience(s), panic attack(s), presence of weaponry, mention of previously being abused in general, injury detail, presence of drugs, mention of previously attempting to commit suicide, suicidal attempt + consideration + intentions, stitching, self-harm, cheating - if I’ve missed any, let me know ❤️!

You were bloody, almost fully submerged in tainted red water, and for the first time she felt as if her heart were truly shattering.

“No,” she strained out in a shaky voice close to a whisper, before she staggered into the room, wondering why the air was thick around her; why her legs were failing her, as well as why time seemed to be moving slower with every step she took to get closer to you, “shit, no!” As soon as she had got close enough to do so, she hastily pulled your body out of the water, tears so easily invading her eyes as she cradled you close to her, not caring if she got your blood on her; she just wanted you to be okay; wanted you to come back to her, somehow, just so she could keep you with her, and ensure that you never left her side again, like you seemed to have tried to in an attempt to try and make her happy for a reason unbeknownst to her, as if she’d truly be happy if you disappeared from her life again, the way you had four years ago by sacrificing your life for her’s, only to be revived in secret by your aunt once Harley had begrudgingly run away from the Omega who she thought she had seen kill you, no matter how much it had pained her to leave you in such a state, as if she truly believed you were never coming back to her. “Y/n, please,” she begged weakly, “I-.. I need you, I-.. I love you, just-.. please don’t - don’t do this.” She then affectionately connected her forehead to your’s whilst her face began to contort; she couldn’t help it as she gradually began to break down, lifting her right hand up to your left cheek delicately whilst she silently begged you to open your eyes for her; silently begged you to say something, anything, just to show her that you were still there with her, as she was terrified of checking for a heart beat, when she couldn’t even tell if you were still breathing. “Don’t say goodbye,” she whined, whilst trying to fight back a strained sob, her tears dripping down onto your own cheeks, “Nugget-.. please-” Her voice then failed her entirely as she began to sob uncontrollably into your neck, whilst she couldn’t help, but wonder if she was the reason why you’d decided to try and take your life like this; wondered if her kissing you had driven you away from her, only prompting her to curse herself even more as she wished she’d never kissed you, now, the way she had, if it meant maybe you’d still be with her, but shortly after she’d begun to curse herself for what had occurred between you both earlier, you gradually began to stir, whimpering barely audibly within her arms whilst she blissfully entangled the fingers of her right hand within your hair. “I - I’m so-.. I’m so sorry, I-.. this is all my fault-”

“Harley,” you mustered up in a broken voice, and it was so small Harley couldn’t help, but wonder if she had only imagined it as she hastily held you at arm’s length, her eyes widening again whilst she drew in a shaky breath upon noticing that your eyes were open, barely; your eye-lids were heavy, but she could make-out your orbs beneath them, prompting her eyes to glint a little whilst a soft smile began to tug at her lips - she couldn’t fight it back, now that she knew she hadn’t lost you, yet, and could still have a chance to save you, somehow, as long as she was quick enough at tending to your wounds. “What-.. what are you-”

“D’you seriously think I can’t get past a locked door?” She interjected playfully, whilst her voice briefly trembled a little as she tried her best again to stay strong for you, not wanting to upset you alongside her, though it was already paining you excruciatingly to know now that she was here with you, and was seeing you in such a state as the one you were in now; you’d never intended to have her or the others catch you like this, assuming they’d just forget about you if the door was locked, only you’d forgotten that - also living in the East-end yourself alongside Harley - that most people who had been residing there knew how to meander around such an obstacle as your locked bedroom, as well as bathroom door.

“I thought-..” Your demeanour then sank a little more within her embrace whilst your eyes darkened, and a crestfallen expression would wash over your face.

“Doesn’t matter what you thought, now, Y/n,” she interjected gently, before she carefully lifted you up off of the ground, and you subconsciously buried your face into her left shoulder whilst you bit harshly down upon your tongue; you couldn’t believe you’d fucked up again; couldn’t believe you’d made it so that she would catch you like this, when she herself needed to be resting, too, after not too long ago being stabbed by Maria in the back, metaphorically as well as physically speaking, “I’ve got you, now, and that’s all that matters - right?”

You would hesitate, a pained expression on your face, before you nodded gravely, and couldn’t help, but curse yourself for being so reckless in thinking that maybe she wouldn’t see you like this; maybe you wouldn’t further burden her by doing what you had done, but - like your father had always told you before - you could only ever do everything wrong, no matter how much you longed to do everything right for those who you loved, as well as trusted - Harley, specifically; you’d never really had any other friends before, but Harley was everything more than a friend, to you, though you doubted she’d ever feel the same way for you despite how you’d both kissed earlier; she deserved more than you, and that was all you knew, now, especially after you could see that you had hurt her again by hurting yourself the way you had not too long ago, now, in an attempt to try and take your life again for the sake of her own, as well as the others, but of course you had to fail miserably even at doing something like that for her.

“R-Right,” you mustered up whilst you faintly smiled back at her, “y-you’re always right, Quinzels, and you always will be, no matter what.”

“Damn right I will,” she remarked, as she carefully carried you out of your bathroom so she could hastily return you to the bed in the spare room that she had tended to you on before, so she could carefully stitch up your cuts upon it, until there was no more blood seeping out of you that could threaten your life, but even once it was over, she found she couldn’t stop thinking about it; couldn’t stop thinking about your limp and bloody frame in the bathtub, to the point that she found herself unable to fall asleep that same night without waking up crying in your arms, but - even though she had come close to losing you - she was determined to never take such risks again, no matter what the future might hold for you both following this moment in time.

~-~

The next morning, Harley begrudgingly woke up to the sound of Winter arguing with Vivian as well as Skylark, prompting her to groan, before she sadly turned to face you to find you peacefully sleeping beside her, prompting her heart to skip a beat whilst her eyes began to glint a little; she’d always wondered what it might be like to wake up beside you the way that she had, after the events of the previous night that brought you both here, you covered mostly in stitches as well as bandages, whilst she found herself still covered in some of your blood, but it didn’t perturb her at all - how could it when she found everything belonging to you to be beautiful?

“Good morning, Nugget,” she cooed gently, whilst she smiled lovingly over at you subconsciously, before timidly inching closer to you whilst you slowly began to stir, yawning and stretching for a moment awkwardly, before you subconsciously turned to face her, prompting her heart to soar - how was it that she found everything you did to be adorable?

“Quinzels,” you cooed sleepily, whilst you smiled tiredly back at her, your eyes glinting a little alongside her stunning icy blue ones whilst your heart skipped a few overwhelming beats, but locking eyes with her was enough to soothe you, and keep you from panicking the way you knew you would if she were not by your side the way that she was, now. A pained expression would then cross your face upon you hearing Winter’s voice outside the room; you really had just been dreaming about being married to her, prompting your heart to sink a little, whilst Harley would frown upon noticing the hurt look on your face; she hated seeing you upset, and wondered why your demeanour had changed the way it had, as if you were still in pain despite the blissful moment you had both previously shared, before Winter had spoken up again outside. “Is that-?” You uttered, and Harley would hesitate, before nodding gravely, and warily looking toward the door again, before she glanced back at you with a sad as well as apologetic expression on her face; she just wished she could do more for you, somehow; wished she could be more for you, without hurting Winter the way she knew she would if she were honest with her about her feelings for you, instead of her.

“I should go and check on them,” she murmured, and you would wince, before nodding gravely, and begrudging turning to lay on your back instead of your side whilst you blankly stared up at the ceiling, wondering why your heart was aching excruciatingly the way that it was, when you knew that she was better off without you; when you knew you could never be what you longed to be for her, no matter how much it hurt you to see her and Winter together; to know that Winter could be closer to her than you ever could be, but you guessed you’d just have to try and live with that, seeing as Harley was determined to not let you give up on your life entirely, though you couldn’t imagine why she’d bother, “I’ll-.. I’ll check up on you in a bit, okay?”

“Sure,” you answered, whilst smiling faintly over at her, prompting her heart to sink; she couldn’t bear to see you like this, but she tried not to let her emotions show, afraid of hurting you even more by allowing herself to break down the way she had earlier, only to notice you appearing dejected in response to seeing that you had hurt her by thinking that she wouldn’t find you in the state that she had, earlier, “t-take your time.”

“I’ll be back soon, I promise,” she cooed, before leaning over to you to delicately press a kiss to your right cheek, prompting you to tense up, your eyes widening a little whilst your heart began to race again; you evidently hadn’t been expecting to feel her lips again, not that you hadn’t been longing to after yesterday’s events, but you were terrified of hurting her, somehow, and hoped that maybe she was just trying to provide comfort to you by acting the way she was, but before you could muster up such a question, she had slipped out of the room, leaving you staring up at the ceiling in a daze, unable to picture anything, but her laying beside you, prompting a soft smile to play on your lips, until there was a loud knock on the back door of the base, only leaving you feeling empty again.

🜸

“Just let me in, Sky,” Winter pleaded, desperate to make sure that her girlfriend was okay after she’d disappeared from her side the previous night, only to hear that Skylar and Vivian had picked up on the scent of blood within the room they were now blocking together to give you both some more privacy as they felt you needed it after whatever had happened to leave whichever one of you in a bloody state they expected you to be in, due to the metallic stench invading their nostrils, as well as your own.

“Not until the Alpha states that she wants us in there with her and Y/n,” Skylar decided, and Winter couldn’t help, but grunt, before she made to push Skylar out of the way, until the door opened behind her, and Harley was warily lingering by it as she slowly eased it closed again to ensure you could relax whilst she was talking to them the way she knew she would be, guessing she would have to offer an explanation as to why she was in there with you, as well as why she was covered partly in blood stains from the night before.

“I can explain-”

“What the fuck happened, Harley?” Winter questioned exasperatedly whilst she rushed up to her partner, and examined her, fearing that maybe the blood stains had been created by her own blood, prompting her to wince, before her heart sank a little; she just wished Winter would stop caring about her, somehow, as she couldn’t bear to see her wasting her time on her when her feelings were directed elsewhere.

“Y/n, she-.. she tried to take her life last night,” Harley revealed dejectedly, her eyes darkening a little upon being reminded of the situation, before she bowed her head again to try and hide that tears were beginning to cloud her vision again, prompting her heart to sink whilst the others would appear taken aback; they evidently hadn’t expected to hear that you’d try and do something like that, as she’d never told them before about the other attempts you’d made to do the same thing, only to miserably fail because of either her catching you, or the thought of her invading your mind blissfully in the best way possible, providing you with enough reason to live to pull yourself up off of the ground again in hope of being able to see her the next day, before she had got together with one of her exes, and Gotham U jocks, Max.

“She did-? Why? What do you remember, if she said anything to you?” Winter pried, not that she really cared; it was just a surprise to her, after her girlfriend and you had seemed to grow closer recently.

“I-.. I’m not sure,” Harley admitted with a pained expression on her face, “she never told me.”

A pained expression then crossed her face as she couldn’t help, but begin blaming herself again for what had happened to you, prompting Winter to subconsciously grimace upon noticing the guilty expression on her partner’s face; she hated seeing her so deeply affected by you, but she guessed she’d just have to live with it, easing Harley into a hug in an attempt to provide comfort to her whilst Skylar and Vivian would appear anxious, picking up on the invaders approaching the base before the others could.

“It’s gonna be okay, Harls, I promise,” Winter cooed gently whilst she lifted her right hand up to her girlfriend’s hair, tangling her fingers within it in an attempt to try and provide comfort to her, but nothing could comfort her anymore, if it wasn’t you by her side, so instead she would nod gravely, before forcing a smile back at her, “Y/n’s gonna be okay - you know that, right?”

“O-Of course I do-”

It was then that a loud banging sounded out at the back door of the base, prompting the group to tense up, whilst Skylar subconsciously growled, and hooked her right arm around her mate, Vivian’s, waist for fear for losing her, if she let go of her, before Harley warily looked toward the door, whilst her heart began to pound - she and the others hadn’t been expecting anyone, since you were all present within the base, so as soon as she entered the kitchen she yet again took up the emergency shotgun; she had to defend the others, no matter what the cost of her doing so might be.

“Harley, don’t,” Winter instructed, but her girlfriend wouldn’t listen; she couldn’t pretend that the intruder wasn’t there, as now that they knew where they were, they would most likely only end up returning to the base with some form of backup, if they didn’t have it already; the group weren’t exactly popular, here, no matter what their intentions were, helping Gotham by attacking the Omega werewolves that resided here, as well as some other bad people the town would be better off without.

“Quinzel, stop - you should listen to her, this time,” Skylar warned, but she wasn’t one for giving in as she warily walked up to the door, before stopping in front of it, and drawing in a shaky breath, “we have to go, now-”

“Whoever it is, we can take them, Sky, if needs be,” Harley interjected confidently, before she reluctantly laid her left hand upon the handle, trying to encourage herself even more by thinking back to you, and how - by defending you and the others from whoever was on the other side of the door - you would be safe to recover for hopefully a longer period of time, but that was before she opened the door to find a familiar, and certainly unwelcome face looking back at her from the other side of the door.

“Well, isn’t this a pleasant surprise, Sergeant?” The woman remarked, before smirking over at Harley whilst she tensed up, her eyes a little wider than before; she hadn’t been expecting them to find her again after all this time, but here they were - Waller, Flag, and a bunch of soldiers they’d decided to enrol to ensure her capture.

“Waller,” Harley uttered through gritted teeth, “what the hell are you doing here? I thought we killed you-”

“Neither you or the Joker could ever get rid of me, I assure you,” Waller interjected, “surely you didn’t think you’d be able to get rid of me just yet, did you?”

Vivian and Skylar then warily glanced over at one another, before they returned their attention to Harley, not sure what to do during this moment in time.

“Snowflake, Viv, Sky - get Y/n, Cleo, and get out of here,” Harley instructed gently, her eyes fixed on the group before her whilst she bit down on her tongue, trying to keep her composure for fear of losing control of herself, and revealing that she was scared, only because she knew that they’d be taking her away from you again, until Waller spoke up once more.

“I wouldn’t do that, if I were any of you,” she warned, prompting the woman before her to scowl; she didn’t like her power being challenged the way it currently was, just like you tended to sport the same tendency to react the way that she was, “we’ve got the place surrounded, Quinzel.” Harley then faltered, a pained expression on her face, but before she could react, Waller would continue, a determined expression as well as demeanour written all over her - “where is the white wolf?”

~~~~~

Hope you enjoyed it! ❤️

[practically-an-x-man]

if your OCs could alter their current timeline in any way would they? what would they change?

Ooh, that's a really interesting question! Thank you for the ask!! Let's go down the line and see...

Rae: absolutely not. She's been through a lot of hard times, but she doesn't regret it in the slightest. Her hard times have made her who she is today, and she wouldn't want to risk some sort of butterfly effect that would push her away from the life she got

Robin: She'd definitely try and stop herself from getting her TBI. She recovered in time, but it was a lot of grief and effort and pain for everyone involved, and she'd rather not deal with that if she got the choice

Jasper: Oh, they'd tamper. They'd stop the bus crash, or at least be there for Kyle when he comes back to make the revival easier on him (stitching the wounds so they don't scar, being a familiar and loving face to ease the fear, etc.)

Ophelia: She's a tough one. She's been through a lot, but she's also a scientist. On the one hand, she might dive right in and try to correct all those wrongs, save her loved ones, damn the consequences. But on the other hand, she might restrain herself for fear of the butterfly effect or ruining things further.

Kestrel: I don't think they'd mess with the timeline. They have something special as it is, and they treasure that. Sometimes they feel like their life is... glasslike, maybe, and they wouldn't want to risk it cracking

Katherine: No, she's happy where she is. Even if she wasn't, there's no real way that changing the timeline would fix everything for her. She could go back and choose another path, but she couldn't outright "fix" things. It'll always be a Pyrrhic victory for her.

Madison: Depends on where she's at in her life. If you caught her at an earlier stage, she'd go back and rewrite things in a heartbeat. But if you caught her later on, once she's with the X-Men, I doubt she'd want to change a thing. She adapts very quickly to changes in her life - once she gets past the initial burden of change, it becomes a part of her, and she wouldn't want to let it go even if there was an alternative.

Prometheus: I'm... not sure. I think the only thing they'd want to change is to keep their guard down a little more and ensure Morpheus doesn't discover them, because then they'd avoid all the grief covered in The Calling

Quinn: In a heartbeat. They've learned to live with their disability certainly, but if they could go back and spare themself and Billy from the fall, go back to running across the rooftops like they used to, they absolutely would. As much as they've adapted, there's a part of them that will always long for those days where they didn't have pain, where they could move freely, where they didn't have to spend so much time in the hospital

[littlemonstert-blog]

I like Batgirl (Barabra Gordon) more as Oracle.

Even though I made the post about her batgirl movie. I still love her more as Oracle because of how she overall developed

As her start as Batgirl: She's not driven by a tragic backstory and she wasn't raised by a coven of Ninjas who passed on their Ninja fighting skills to her. She wants to do good so she just does. I think she's the only member of the Batfamily who isn't driven by a dark past. ( In some iterations)

More than I realized alot of people have a problem with Barabra aka batgirl about her being a victim of assualt & how female charcters, love intrests & family alike( to be fair my oppion the 1930s & way back then were doing a lot of weird shit on both sides of the spectrum, hell really depends on what writer you got back then.) being hurt, assualted or killed.

Add to the fact that Batman got his back blown out by Bane but somehow he recovered.

  Also there are people who have magic ablitlies that can heal people. Also have the Lazura's Pit though it not the best choice I'd say. So yeah they pick & choose what characters get to have back.

Some writers did want her to be able to use her legs again but during the Oracle run this was said

The real reason is Denny O'Neil. Alex Ross and Paul Dini had this idea. Here's what he (Ross) has said:

"Paul Dini had this idea of putting Barbara Gordon in the Lazarus Pit to revive her. . . . I thought it was a great idea, and we pitched then-Batman editor Denny O'Neil with these drawings of that costume design. The idea of using the red instead of the traditional yellow was meant to invoke the idea that coming from the Lazarus Pit, she was in a way, more compromised as a character...And...that went nowhere. Denny shot it down, because, according to him, everybody loves Barbara Gordon as Oracle and as a handicapped character. The theory was that DC didn't have enough handicapped characters, so they weren't going to do anything with Barbara as she was. And the design went into the drawer."

Then there's the other side as to people having a problem with comics taking away disabillity characters.

(This mostly New Earth contunity, I'll label if its some other Earth)

Why was Babs chosen?. Well, Joker wanted to hurt Jim Gordon drive him insane and prove his point by extension. Joker didn't even know she was Batgirl. To him she's the Commisoner's daughter

"One bad day can make anyone crazy."

Killing Joke:

( Do not watch the animated movie bc that...let's just say it a contiuation of batman the animated series.) After this this is were Oracle is born.

Side note: I feel bad because man earlier before killing Joke, Robin/ Jason (one time even Robin Tim Drake the animated series) Joker really have it out for those two.

Gotta give credit to writers John Ostrander & Kim Yale, who were upset at Barbara Gordon’s treatment in The Killing Joke, successfully revamped her into the computer hacker & information broker Oracle in the pages of Suicide Squad

Oracle soon became a key member of Batman’s supporting cast.  In the Birds of Prey series first Chuck Dixon and then Gail Simone herself did great work with Barbara / Oracle.

 I would’ve probably hated this scene far more if Babs never got the chance to be what I love about her. A survivor, someone who manages to overcome even that: (Birds of Prey issue 124)

Trust me she got her lick back

I am happy that after a Brainiac arc she's able to at least move her toes

Throughout 1986-2011 this version of her has developed so much into a great character.

She spent most of the early 2000s somewhat running the JLA, JSA and Teen Titans all at once. She built her own superteam. Outsmarted Lex Luthor time and again. Faced down and defeated Brainiac repeatedly. Helping/Lifted up countless battered, traumatized superheroines. Successfully rehabilitated Ivy and Harley Quinn when Batman couldn't. She was one of the most influential mover and shaker in the DC multiverse for years.

Then New52 & Rebirth

things seem to fall from grace for me

Now I'm glad she's walking again due to a device on in her neck that helps her walk.

But,her New 52 and Rebirth series are a real set back for her. Oracle at her best was far more capable then this version. As soon as she put the cowl back on, Alot of the stories she was involved in were not all that great.

I don't like it. Oracle was a major force to be reckoned with when I first started seriously reading comics.

Infinite Frontier

The stories have gotten a bit better, still batgirl sometimes but more of Oracle too.

Comics:

Batgirls

Urban Legends

Little issues with Nightwing

Batman family webtoons ( which suprisingly is good little light hearted comic)

I just hope they are able to build her character up with this version I want to see if they can push her to the limit & rise up.

[the-witching-ash]

Plot bunny + Glee, Ariel Winter (since Henry Schuester got a revival, only fair for OG faith to get one too)

Janet Howell • Damn It, Janet

Carl Howell’s daughter, season one sophmore, Will overheard her singing in the girls locker room, try’s (a little to hard) to convince her to join glee to the point she threatens reporting the harassment to the school board and he backs off.

Chaotic party girl but still manages to get good enough grades, Head cheerio along side Quinn before Sue kicks her off the team for her pregnancy, plans to move to LA after graduation to go to UCLA on cheer scholarships & get her music career off the ground.

Might join glee at somepoint in season two by Emma’s encouragement while she’s still with Carl.

(Head empty just wanted to post hopefully more vibes coming. 😅)