#The misguided one(Pepper steak)

[fcukfodmap]

Day 4: Steak with Caprese and Smashed Potatoes

Today we winged it with a bunch of stuff in the pantry that were about to go bad. Dinner consisted of steaks, smashed new potatoes and a caprese salad. Half assed recipes to follow.

Steaks: We sprinked the steaks with salt, pepper, and a tiny bit of fish sauce. Fish sauce is one of those things you can have like a tsp of per serving if you want to stay low FODMAP. I did find gluten free soy sauce in the sad gluten free display at the grocery store, so that is a possibility in your salty fermented condiments department. We sous vided the steaks, because we are foodie assholes, and then threw them on the grill. 10/10.

Smashed potatoes: First, we parboiled those little new potatoes until they were mostly done, then squished them with a spatula. Then we fried them in more oil than was probably wise until they were crispy and brown. Also 10/10.

Caprese salad: mix together fresh mozzarella balls, halved tomatoes, and copious chopped basil. Tomatoes are also one of those things you can have a limited amount of. According to the surely reliable internet, the limit is 5 cherry tomatoes per serving. 10/10.

So, turns out a punt meal was one of the better, easier low-FODMAP meals I've had. Which just goes to show that leaning into the sorts of foods you're already eating and enjoy can go a long way to making this restricted diet bullshit palatable. Literally.

Usual caveat: I am no dietician. I can be misguided or misinformed about the FODMAP content of whatever food.

[justabatter]

“ Okay you motherfuckers. . . “

“ I don’t know what I did to you to warrant this but you’ve got me pissed the F U C K off. You called and cried out for the B E A S T you claimed I was, now you’ve FUCKING G O T him, b a s t a r d s. “

Uh oh. What the fuck did YOU do? He always said he HATED the this form, although he never said he was fully incapable of transforming into him. Now you’ve pushed him into this and he’s not gonna change until he’s stopped. Good luck with that, he’s probably gonna wipe the floor with your sorry ass.

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“ You wouldn’t stop, you COULDN’T STOP pissing me off. NOW HERE YOU GO. I A҉̵͢M ̴̴͝A͏͢ M̧͡ON̷͝͡U̧͝͡MȨ̴Ń͞T̀ ̀͝O͡F̡ ̀H̷A̸͏͝T͜E͠͠ ͠T̕O̶͘͢ ̀͏̀M͡Y̶ ͟E̢N͞E͟M̧͝IE̶S.̸̕ “

Jesus Christ why would you keep on pressing that button? WHY? Now you’ve put so much anger and stress on the poor Crocidile-lizardman that he’s B R O K E N. Broken to a point of him SMOLDERING in place. Whatever wounds you’ve inflicted poor a thick, molten black ichor that smolders and burns anything that touches it, the alabaster, scales hide replacing his pale skin from before burns and creates more wounds. Clothing gives off smoke as it is very slowly burned. The area has risen several degrees, and the space around him feels like a furnace. Everything stinks; not even of molten, carbonized sugar. It smells like one has heavily burnt ROTTEN sugar, an absolutely disgusting aura clings to his presence.

There is nothing but anger in thos eyes. And not that mindless, feral anger either. It’s almost like sentience is retained, if only fueled on eternal rage and HATE. A creature that has no redeeming qualities left; one fit only to DESTROY and BREAK.

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Oh hi. This is the more interesting thing. It’ll never happen under normal circumstances but Bats can and WILL break when put under enough pressure (people strong enough to pose a threat, extraordinary levels of stress and anger, people provoking him, etc.) Under these circumstances he will repent into what I would call Bad!Bats syndrome. When he reverts to this, it’s... well it’s like a normal bad batter, the only real differences is the outfit change, and that his right hand is much smaller than his left (still larger than his normal hand) and is more human like, allowing for the ability to grip his weapon and swing it with some accuracy. His Addons DO merge with him, and during this they are manifested as chains you see around his arms and neck (as if the man was keeping this thing in check.) He has some rational thinking but his anger is unchecked, and he’s always in a state of FRENZY.

Now... during Bad!Bats, the man is incredibly prone to snapping. Easily pushed further into his condition. Continual provoking or further physical injury will cause the man to BURN. This is what we would call Burned!Bad-Bats. (Or BBB for short) In this form he has reached a point where his anger literally boils his blood, and becomes a rancid oil-like substance that further burns his flesh and smolders him. smoke POURS from his figure, and creates a aura of horrible-smelling air. He gains more sentience in this form although he lacks any sort of mercy and compassion or anything that makes him normal. Just a desire to CRUSH, KILL and DESTROY.

In both form he gains access to at least a few new attacks. In BB (bad bats) form his “Run with” skills inflict status effects if they hit, and his “Save” skills become “Steal”, in which he strikes enemies and heals the damage he inflicts. (With save 4th base being a chance to insta-KO his enemies) (Save secret base also increases his DEF on successful strike and heal for a few rounds) BBB gains access to “Run with Madness”, which is an area attack that strikes with the SUGAR element (and inflicts poison on successful strike), while both forms gain corrupted forms of [UTLIMATE HOMERUN), one that does area damage in a cone in front of him and the other does a strike that hits all around him in a large area.

... Oh yeah. Power scales with forms, with BB becoming a boss on its own, and BBB being something akin to a MMO raid boss. Good luck trying to defeat him, you’ll need it.

Also some bonus images:

The awesome @voltangr-fanstuffs did an earlier design of BBB and a picture with BB and bad forms of his Batter and a friends batter. You should go and tell him that he does good work, please.

[avonne-writes]

Out of this world

Pairing: Steve/Thor

Rating, word count: Explicit, 3.8k

Summary:  After Tony's misguided attempt at matchmaking, Steve finds comfort in Thor's arms and realizes that maybe it's time to tell the team about his relationship.

Link to the AO3 post

"I hope you don't have any disgustingly wholesome plans this evening." Tony's ominous words blare out of Steve's phone when he picks up the call in the middle of a supermarket aisle.

He jerks the device away from his ear and tries to lower the volume, shooting an apologetic glance at the woman whose shopping cart he crashed into in fright. They must think he's a lunatic, struggling with something as simple as adjusting a mobile phone's settings. He almost drops it, cheeks aflame, before he manages to put his thumb over the set of tiny holes on its side where the sound is coming from - not the solution he was looking for, but it will do for now.

"Tony?" He says, hoping he didn't hang up by accident. He glances at Thor, who's asking for a medium-sized goat by the meat counter. The baffled employee on the other side gestures at the steaks.

"The one and only." Tony drawls. "So? No bridge party with the fellas from the senior home?"

Steve heaves an exasperated sigh. The summer heat had him lowkey aroused all day, so he was looking forward to a lazy evening in bed with his boyfriend, but that's not an excuse he's going to bring up. Especially not in front of Tony. "No, I'm free."

"Excellent. Suit up and meet me by the cars at seven. I have a surprise for you."

"Oh no, I'd rather not be surprised." Steve groans. Tony's surprises tend to be rather embarrassing - either because of their sheer value or due to Tony's particular brand of humor. It's not something Steve wants to deal with today. He walks up to Thor and presses his hand to the small of Thor's back, just a brief touch to alert him to his presence.

"Would it help if I told you that it was Pepper's idea?"

Steve presses the phone to his chest and points at the steaks. "We'll take four, thank you."

"This marketplace is rather understocked on quality sustenance." Thor grumbles, upset that he didn't get his goat, but his frown disappears when Steve gives him a smile. He brushes Steve's arm as they move on towards the register.

"If this is another charity gala, I'm not going." Steve turns back to his conversation with Tony. He shakes his head when Thor gives him a quizzical look. They have piled a bunch of snacks in their cart and Thor has picked up something called 'Hammer Chain IPA'. He presented it to Steve with a grin, then laughed at Steve's wrinkled nose, but it seems like they're buying a carton of it nevertheless.

"I solemnly swear that I'm up to something good." Tony says. Judged by his tone, there was a reference in there that went right over Steve's head.

"Alright." Steve gives in. "Thor's asking if he could come along."

"Am I?" Thor snorts, loading their groceries onto the conveyor belt now. After a furtive look around for spying paparazzi, Steve pinches his side.

"No. This is exclusively designed for you to… socialize." Tony's voice has a distinct suggestive edge to it that makes Steve nervous. "To get that stick out of your bum, if you will."

"Gee, thank you, Tony." Steve deadpans. He pulls his baseball cap a bit further down over his brow because a little girl behind them has been watching him with recognition in her eyes.

"I do what I can." Tony says. He sounds like he's smiling. "Did you take the big boy shopping again?"

"I did." Steve can't help the happy grin pulling at his lips.

He gives Thor his wallet and watches him count the bills for the weary cashier. They could have just ordered their groceries to Stark tower - as they often do, but sometimes, it's nice to go out and share this experience instead. These supermarkets are new to them both, and they always have fun exploring them.

"Uh-huh." Tony must have narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "I'm starting to suspect that you two are hiding something."

Steve's heart skips a beat. It's not crucial to keep their relationship a secret, but when they discussed it in the beginning, Steve wasn't ready to share such a private thing about himself, and Thor agreed. He didn't enjoy Tony's and Clint's teasing during his brief affair with Jane Foster. The question hasn't come up again until now.

"It's something illicit, I bet." Tony adds. "Does it involve a certain strip club by the name of Juicy Lucy's? Which I wouldn't even dream of visiting, of course -

"Bye, Tony." Steve cuts him off pointedly and hangs up. When Thor looks at him, he answers with a sheepish shrug. "He wants to take me out tonight."

Amused, Thor pushes their cart towards the exit. "And I am not allowed to accompany you."

"Sorry."

Thor opens a bag of M&M's and pours some in his palm. He picks out the red and blue ones for Steve, then throws the rest in his mouth. "As long as you come home to me…" He shrugs and smiles.

Steve releases the breath he's been holding.

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Tony's brilliant surprise turns out to be a double date at a Michelin-star restaurant. The girl - Tracy - is Pepper's friend, and she's as gorgeous as she's fierce, a perfect match for Steve if he was still chasing Peggy's dream. But he isn't. She was his first love, but it was an affection born out of youthful infatuation, and he's not the same man anymore. Tony may like to tease him about his 'old man ways', but there's truth to it. He has matured and changed.

He's also spoken for, as Thor would say. Very much so.

That is why, whenever Tracy leans in, he pulls away. When she touches his elbow, he reaches for his glass, and he keeps trying to engage all of them in the conversation instead of talking exclusively to her. She doesn't get the message though. It's something Steve blames on Tony and the idea that he perpetuates among all their acquaintances - that Steve is this shy, virginal mess who's too uptight to know flirting even if it smacks him in the face. Which is pure applesauce. True, Steve was a virgin until about four months ago and sometimes he has a bit of trouble talking about those things, but he isn't oblivious. For Christ's sake, he served in the army. He has seen things.

The dinner is a torturous string of too small portions, one-sided attraction and Tony's thinly veiled innuendo. It's a miracle that Steve makes it through unscathed.

After, when they drop Tracy off at her place, Tony winks at Steve in encouragement. Steve grimaces, but walks Tracy to her door like a gentleman's ought to, keeping a respectful distance. He can't help glancing at his watch though. Is Thor still waiting up for him or did he fall asleep?

Tracy fiddles with her keys.

"I had a good time tonight." She starts, stepping into his personal space, then reaches out, but Steve grasps her hand gently before it could touch his face.

"I'm very sorry, Tracy."

Her smile sours, but she nods and lets her hand fall away. "I should have known. You're way out of my league."

Steve rushes to correct her. "No, that's not why - I have someone."

"Oh." She blinks. Some of her disappointment clears up, but it turns into anger instead. "Does Tony know?"

"No."

They lapse into a moment of tense silence, then she steps away, a hard look in her eyes. "Tell him before you put another woman through this."

Ouch. Steve winces, gives her an awkward wave she doesn't care about, and goes back to the car. When Tony and Pepper turn to him, he shakes his head. They're silent all the way back to the tower. That wasn't fair, Steve thinks, feeling a little petulant. He didn't lead her on, it was her own inability to read the signs. He didn't do anything wrong. His relationship isn't anyone's business but his and Thor's. He's not obligated to announce it to anyone.

He can't quell the guilt in his chest though.

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After parting from Tony and Pepper in the elevator, he takes a hot shower on his designated floor, then takes the stairs up to Thor's and makes a beeline for the bedroom. Thor is sprawled on his back, half-naked and dozing, but he stirs awake when Steve falls face down on the mattress beside him. He turns to lie on his side and nuzzles Steve's forearm.

"How did your evening go?"

"Awful. Tony roped me into a double date."

"A double date." Thor says meaningfully. Steve smiles into his pillow.

"A date with two couples. Bucky used to drag me along to a lot of those back in the day."

"Oh." Understanding dawns on Thor. He slips a hand under Steve's pajama shirt and rubs his back. "I was under the impression that you had liked it when Bucky took you on… double dates."

Steve didn't, not really, when he was there. But since he lost Bucky, everything they did together became a keepsake he cherishes and guards behind a golden haze. "I just like my memories of him."

Thor's hand moves up to his shoulder, then all the way down his back in one smooth stroke. He grabs the hem of Steve's shirt then and begins rolling it up. Steve hums, and props himself up on his elbows to let Thor pull it off his torso. Why did he even put it on?

"She was real sweet. Any other guy would have been keen to ask her out, and it made me feel terrible." Steve sighs when Thor starts kissing a trail up from his biceps to his neck.

"Next time, if you wish so, I will go with you no matter what Stark says." Thor mumbles into Steve's skin. "I can blame it on a misunderstanding. Midgardian culture is difficult to grasp after all."

"Thank you." Steve smiles. He offers his lips for a kiss, cupping the back of Thor's head with a hand. "Come here."

They make out lazily. Thor opens Steve's lips with easy familiarity, tracing their curve with his tongue and then dipping between them. He doesn't have a beard at the moment, but his stubble rasps against Steve's jaw and Steve can't help but chase the sensation, needy. When Thor's palm stops rubbing circles on the dip of his spine and moves under his flannel pants instead, he breathes an appreciative sound into their kiss. God, yes, he crows in his mind, then runs the back of his knuckles over the ridge of Thor's cock. He's been aching for it all day.

"Relax, my love." Thor kisses his forehead to cool him down a little, but he lets Steve touch him however he pleases. "Let me take care of you."

He pulls Steve's shorts off, then follows the same path up Steve's legs with his palms. He squeezes Steve's calves, tickles the soft dip in the back of his knees to make Steve snicker, and strokes his thighs. When he reaches Steve's ass, he hums and presses a kiss to the curve of it.

"Thor." Steve's cheeks heat up.

Thor's grip tightens for a second, then disappears. The bedside drawer opens, and the cap of the lube bottle pops up. The slick sounds of wetness on skin seem obscenely loud to Steve's ears, but he swallows his instinctive embarrassment and relaxes into the first finger Thor pushes into him. While it's pumping in and out, Thor lowers his head again and bites Steve's right buttock. It hurts, stings him just right, and honey-thick arousal pools low in Steve's stomach at the sensation. He's being marked.

"The most beautiful backside in the whole of Midgard." Thor's voice rumbles, and his lips move to the line of Steve's spine. He adds another finger, spreading Steve wide.

Steve laughs quietly. He knows he has a great ass, and Thor's unabashed appreciation for it is one of his favourite things in the world. "Wasn't always that way."

"I cannot imagine that." Thor crawls back up to whisper in Steve's ear. "I think it was always firm and shapely, but you were too modest to notice."

Thor's free hand slides under Steve's pillow, where Steve laces their fingers together. His face is burning, but he obediently arches his back to take Thor's fingers better when Thor presses down on his prostate. Pleasure vibrates under his skin, coils deep in him, sweet. He blows out a shaky breath. "You wouldn't believe how small I was."

What Thor murmurs against his temple takes him by surprise. "I have seen the pictures."

Steve freezes, an odd wave of shame shattering his enjoyment. He tenses up around Thor's fingers - three of them now. "The lab photos?"

"Yes." When Steve's muscles tighten even further, Thor pulls his fingers out and splays his damp hand on Steve's back, tracing the rigid lines there. "Did I hurt you?" Steve shakes his head. "Then what upset you, love?"

There's no good answer to that. Steve's scared. What does Thor think of him now? If he saw the photos they took of him before the procedure, he saw Steve's true core, what is still inside him and how he still defines himself when he's not on the battlefield. Yes, he's Captain America, the supersoldier who slept through seven decades, but in his mind, skinny, sickly Steve Rogers is only a few years away. If Thor found those photos repelling, Steve would forever remain insecure no matter how sculpted his body is now.

Before he can work himself up into a panic, Thor kisses the knob of his shoulder. "I did not see any difference that was of importance to me. You were adorable."

A quick laugh of disbelief breaks out of Steve, and then, the fondest of smiles. He doubts that Thor would have fallen for his old self, but now he knows that he would have had his respect nevertheless. "Thank you."

He gives Thor a deep kiss to chase the last remnants of his uncertainties away.

"Do you want me to turn around?" He asks when Thor climbs on him. He can feel Thor's body hair on his bare skin and the firm press of his muscles. His weight is grounding.

"I want what is most comfortable for you today, little one." Thor's voice resonates between his chest and Steve's back.

Steve hums. He loves it when Thor uses that endearment, and perhaps part of that is rooted in the fact that deep in his heart he's still that skinny kid from Brooklyn. Once in a while, it's soothing to be treated accordingly in bed. He bends one of his knees, drawing it up and to the side to provide more access, and feels Thor's cock settle warm and heavy between his cheeks.

"This is good." Steve pulls the pillow tighter into his arms and rubs his ass against Thor's pelvis.

"Very well." Thor smiles.

He nudges Steve's bent knee with his own to spread Steve wider, then feeds him his cock, slowly but without hesitation, until they're pressed flush together again, no barrier between them. He starts thrusting immediately in a shallow, measured rhythm that has Steve's knees curling. Every smack of Thor's hips against Steve's ass resonates in Steve's ears. It's just a hot fantasy, but Steve considers what it would be like if Thor fucked him only for his own pleasure. Like this, but without restraint, holding Steve down until he has had his fill. The idea makes Steve moan.

When he tightens his muscles to push back, Thor slams into him twice as hard and grunts. They pause for a second, panting from arousal. Steve tightens his grip on Thor's fingers under the pillow, not surprised when Thor's other hand finds the small of his back and presses down. A second later, Thor's knee pushes Steve's other leg up to spread him completely, forcing Steve to raise his lower body because he's not bendy enough for that.

"I can assist with your stretching exercises the next time we spar." Thor teases him smugly. He pulls his hand away from Steve's to steady Steve's hips and grind into him.

Steve huffs a laugh. As if Thor was any more flexible. "Just get on with it."

They fall silent again. Thor leans down and grazes the back of Steve's neck with his teeth, sucks at the juncture of his throat, and bites his shoulder. When he's satisfied with the way Steve is panting and riding his cock with minute shifts of his body, he circles his hips once more, then grabs Steve's shoulders and thrusts into Steve sharply. Steve makes a guttural noise.

"There you go." Thor sighs in triumph.

It's a mystery how he does it, but he manages to hammer Steve's prostate every single time Steve bottoms for him, and it's always glorious. The position doesn't matter, he finds that spot of mind-wrecking pleasure with precision. Steve buries his face in the pillow to contain himself and takes it quietly, his own cock aching and untouched between his legs. He imagines the sight he must make if someone were to look at him from the doorway now, and his breath hitches.

"Don't hide." Thor's words are barely audible over the damp noises of their frantic coupling. He tugs the pillow away. "Your pleasure is too stunning for that."

Steve rubs his sweaty forehead against his own wrists, feeling almost feverish as the first trembles ripple down his stomach. His cock jumps. "I love you." He babbles senselessly.

Thor grunts, his hands slip down to Steve's buttocks to give them a rough squeeze, and the next thrust spears Steve so hard that he slides forward on the sheets and comes, gasping. It rips through him like a summer storm, in thick pulses of rapture that flashes lightning-white behind his eyelids, and he feels the warmth of Thor's come a few seconds later, the rain of sweat on their skin. It's filthy.

God, he loves summer nights.

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Despite the two rounds they went the night before, he isn't sore when he wakes up the next morning but - unusually, given the serum coursing through his blood - he feels the ache of a bruise on his shoulder. He doesn't open his eyes, just basks in the comfort of Thor's embrace, the firm support of Thor's chest against his back, and wonders about that.

"Good morning, Steven." Thor murmurs, sleep-rough.

"Good morning."

"My kisses were too enthusiastic last night. I apologize." He goes on mournfully. When he presses his thumb to a point above the jut of Steve's collarbone, Steve realizes that there's another mark there. "I hope they don't hurt."

Steve half-turns, searching for Thor's lips blindly, and they share a sticky kiss. "No. I like them."

Thor breathes out softly against Steve's mouth, then shifts to trace a spot on Steve's neck with the tip of his nose. "This one the others might notice if they happen to walk behind you."

Steve spends a long minute mulling that over. He takes a deep breath. "Maybe it's time for them to find out anyway."

"Hmm." Thor hums and draws him in tighter, pulling the neck of Steve's shirt down to mouth at his throat. His morning stubble leaves a pleasant tingle on Steve's skin. "Then I shall give you a few more. Leave no room for questioning."

Steve shudders and tilts his head up to give him more room.

He's out of his mind from nerves before he's about to step into the kitchen. His palms sweat and he has the impression that his knees are trembling even though he checked in the mirror and they're perfectly steady. He combs a hand through his hair. They won't be disgusted. They won't judge him. They're his friends.

But what if…?

They're all he has in this world.

He should turn tail before something irreversible happens. Go back to his room and hide until the serum wipes away those marks. It wouldn't take long. Thor would understand.

No. He's not a coward, damn it.

Steve furrows his brows and opens the door.

The rest of the team is already settled around the large granite table. Tony has a cup of coffee and a holographic screen of the celebrity gossip column open in front of him, Natasha's putting mayonnaise on her sandwich, Thor's cheeks are bulging from a mouthful of sugary cereal and Bruce is still half-asleep in his seat. Clint cracks a joke about Steve not being the first one awake, but the ensuing laughter is cut short when they actually get a look at him.

The silence paints Steve's cheeks red. Only Thor's undisturbed crunching breaks the stillness in the room.

"Woah. Somebody likes it rough." Unsurprisingly, it's Tony who finds his voice first. He gestures at his neck, indicating the decoration Steve has all over the pale skin of his own. "Did you go back to Tracy after all? Looks like she might have some latent super strength if she could mark you up like that. Did she transform into Ms. Olympia in 'the throes of passion'? We'd better notify Fury, he might recruit her."

"Just can it, would you?" Steve shakes his head as he moves to sit beside Thor, but he's smiling. When he chances a look at his other teammates, he finds Natasha smirking like she knows everything.

Clint whistles and claps Steve on the back. "Congrats, Cap."

"You look happy." Bruce adds with a kind smile.

"Thanks." Steve pours himself a glass of orange juice, doing his best to look casual. "It wasn't Tracy though."

"What?" Tony splutters. He feigns indignance. "Here I am, trying to be a good friend and introducing you to the hottest dates on the planet, and you don't tell me when you finally hook up with someone? I'm wounded."

Steve bites his lip, struggling not to react as Thor reaches down and strokes the top of his thigh under the table. "My partner isn't from this planet."

Tony's eyebrows shoot up, and Clint chokes on his scrambled eggs. Natasha just sips her morning coffee, her neutral spy face carefully controlled.

"Sparkles, you're suspiciously quiet." Tony turns to Thor. He waves a hand in the vague direction of Steve's neck.

Thor looks around with a proud smile. "I saw no reason for a remark as I was the one who put them there."

Tony's eyes go so comically round that Steve snorts. He'll have to ask Jarvis to capture a photo of it from the security footage.

Clint buries his face in his hands and groans. "Nat, how long have you known about this?"

Natasha shrugs, then drops the final bombshell. "Four months."

The joy in Steve's heart is worth every minute of the chaos that follows.

[justabatter]

“ I will rise, one day. . . “

“ . . .I will once again become what I had given up eons ago.

I will become the MONARCH. I will become the KING IN ORANGE. “

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Uh hi. Been a long time, been doing other things and being sick and all that good stuff, sorry about that i kinda FORGOT (as I tend to do. I also got a back log of Bats images I’ma make posts for. This is as implied one, as it’s not all that complicated. Bats been working (through RP mostly) on becoming the Monarch once more, the thing he gave up before becoming a puppet. Figured I’d get the art out of the way. I also changed the avatar and background of the blog, hope you folks don’t mind.

Also special guest stars Hugo, @voltangr-fanstuffs’s batter, PepperSteak and a friend’s Queen!batter.

As usual go visit @voltangr-fanstuffs for some awesome arts.

[justabatter]

“ You scared my son. You HURT my son. This is inexcusable. UNFORGIVABLE. I’ll K I L L Y O U, BASTARD. “ A monarch’s duty is to not only his people... but his family. To defend one’s people but to neglect one’s family is almost as excusable as abandoning one’s duties all together, something Bats knows all too well in this day in age.

When someone threatens the prince, it is to cross a line that surpasses the need to show mercy, or quarter. It is a line where swift, capital punishment must be given, even when one starts to see R E D due to it. They must pay, to be shown the conquence of their actions, and be unmade for what they have done wrong.

If you fight someone you know will return after you’ve put them down once, what point is it to drag out a conflict, when you can show them who is the B E T T E R of the two?

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( Yes hi welcome to another episode of @voltangr-fanstuffs making amazing fan art and sharing it to me over Discord. This is a “part two” piece he did with his Batter character chasing a very scared, hurt Hugo that was a byproduct of an RP in another place. As a reminder: Batter is a max level character, and has access to end-game skills and items.

This Bad batter had no chance, and was thusly delt with [ULTIMATE HOMERUN]. Go on and show Volt some love, please? He does good work.

Edit: I was corrected by Volt, it was normal Hugo. Let me just fix that.)

[justabatter]

“ So. Stop me if you heard this one before: Two assholes and a lady walk into a zone... “

( Aw man I woke up to some @voltangr-fanstuffs artwork. Don’t you hate when that happens? Because I sure don’t! Here we see Volt’s batter (bottom right) in all his scarred up, ragged glory. The girlie on the bottom-left is named “Le reine batteur” and is a friend’s reimaginating of the queen if she was put in the batter’s place. I don’t quite know the specifics but in her world she depends on throwing balls and catching to attack more than she does on using a bat.

Of course the guy in back is my batter. The “King in orange”, the asshole that ensures that any and all purifiers who appear in the place he is (now) protecting behave. Or, you know, he’ll have to beat them down until they have seen the error in their ways.)

[justabatter]

“ WHAT IN THE F̸ ̴͢U͝҉ ̢C̸ ̴̡K̸ ARE YOU DOING, MAN? I WAS TRYING TO TALK THIS OUT WITH YOU BUT YOU’RE P̸I̸SS҉I͜ŃG ͢M͡E̕ ͠T҉H̷Ȩ F ̨U̶͟ ̴̷̷C̶͞͝ ̡̛K ̨̢͜ÒF̡F͞ ” He called out to his other self, another day, another attempt to get through to the Purifier who keeps on returning to his world, the one he keeps... trying to help. Why does he return? Why was he coming back? Well he knew why, he doesn’t need to keep asking him this question; he was misguided, his actions were not his own, but his actions were that of another PUPPETEER. He just has to reach out, maybe to try talk this one down, to make him see reason... unfortunately his temper is a bit out of hand, and more often enough he’ll butt heads with this man and the one who pulls his strings...

and it’s not pretty.

“̕ ҉L͟I͡S͝TEŃ ͟HERE ́YOU ͡F̷U͢CK, I ́D��O͜N͝’͘T̛ NEED̡ ̧[̷A͞SH̶LE͟Y̡] T͞O̵ ͢DEST̸R̕O̧Y Y͏OU̸. D͝҉Ò͢ ͡YǪ̀͟Ų̛͢ ͞͏N̨O̷T̶̀͢ ́͘͟RE̵A̡͞Ļ̕͝I͜Z̴E̛͝ ̧́͜Y̶͡O̷͟͞U̷’͘Ŕ̡Ȩ͠ ҉̸̛B̨E̸IN̸̨͞G ̡C҉̷O͝N̴̸̡TŖ͘O̷L̨͡L͟E̴D̸̀?̶̷ TH̡E͞Y̶’̵̵́R͏E̵͠ ̡͝N̴̨ÒŢ͟ ̢Y͢O̸͞U͢R͡ F̢͘R̛̕I͡E̕N̶̶D̢͝,̕͘ ͟҉T̡͜H̵͞ÈY’̛͟R̶̵̛E͠ ̢̀T͡҉͘H҉EY͠ ̵RE̛͟A̵Ş̡̡ON҉͢҉ ͞WE͏’̧͢͜R͞E̸̸ ̨͞L͏҉̀I͘̕K͝E̶ ̸̨T̨̨͡H͏̴I͡S̸͟͠.“ As the monarch’s rage approaches the “Rage event horizon” it seems the very quality of his words twist, and distort, as if he is slowly and slowly losing who he was, and who he is. For the monarch stress is not the only quality that brings him to the breaking point, to the edge of burning out: rage is another key factor, and he does not have the best grip of either during moments of dire importance. His time is short, and he will do what he can to make the best of it... even if it’s a frightening experience for anyone not equipped to deal with him should the situation turn even worse.

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( Have I said that @voltangr-fanstuffs spoils me lately? Because he has. He made a version of this where Bats’ teeth are more human like, and when I pointed it out that his teeth are sharp? Yeah he redrew it. This guy’s fucking awesome.

Also this is more art involving Bats and Pepper Steak. This is based on Rp scenes we did between the first time Bats fought him and the incident with PS and Hugo. Back when the Monarch kept trying to talk sense into him.

Fun fact: When Bats grows to a point where he starts smoking, and he shifts towards this state, I do actually play him with a distorted voices. It’s amuses me to try and figure out how it’d sound if he spoke in my head.)