#UNDERCOVER : IC.

[daycourtofficial]

Hope yall bitches aren’t tired of me posting about Eris once Eris week is over because the drafts I didn’t get to….

[nade2308]

"I like to dance"

@thethistlegirl @malewifebillcage here have some more Stacee

[ragnarokhound]

For the au ask game!

OKAY I wanted specifically to get to the pokemon au from the ask you sent, it's been cooking a bit so it's time to see what comes out of the oven, so... @azol-otl ty for the ask!

Crossover au's are all about the fused worldbuilding for me and speculating on how characters from universe A would fit into universe B heehee hoohoo - and for Batfam especially it's fun to think about the equivalent of their roles as vigilantes! What kind of people have the same level of celebrity, the same sideways seeking of justice?

Naturally this leads you to the gym leaders because a) it's the most fun and b) they are like. Quasi-law enforcement/educators/professional athletes depending on how you try to translate the innate child's perspective on the pokemon universe into something that makes sense as an adult lol ilu pokemon. [insert 'compels me though' gif here]

SO with this in mind, here's 5 fun facts (that are mostly backstory lmao) from a jaytim pokemon au I would write

I'm deeply ill about pokemon so this one goes under the cut lol:

Jason Todd used to be the Champion. He won the role after Dick Grayson quit a year or two before (Dick had been getting older and chafing under the League rules - meaning he'd been chafing under how Bruce ran the League) and was a fierce competitor who didn't believe in going easy on anyone. His Houndoom was a force to be reckoned with, and despite running a mostly Dark-type team, his Honchkrow cleaned up anyone thinking their Fighting-types could sweep. He looked after the League and Gotham with a cocky, self-assured attitude and the win record to back it up. .

Jason disappeared suddenly at the age of 15. Many assumed him dead, after a Rocket (Or whatever Gotham themed gang name we want to go with lol could be Team Joker) bombing in the area he'd last been seen, but he's officially declared missing. Bruce Wayne took back the duties of interim Champion as he once did for Dick Grayson, but he's not quite the mentor he once was. It's obvious he's grieving, and that he doesn't want to mentor any more twelve year olds. Dick signed up to be a Gym Leader shortly after this, returning from his trip about a year early to help out in the chaos following Jason's disappearance. .

Enter Tim Drake. Tim's gym challenge wasn't all that interesting in the circuit at first; he had a rocky start and had to retake a few gym challenges. He wasn't exactly sweeping on his first try every time like Jason had done. He didn't have the meteoric rise that caught the Champion's attention early, didn't get one-on-one mentorship or face-to-face meetings, cautionary advice and congratulations all rolled into one from Bruce Wayne himself - but Tim had patience and grit, and he paid attention. He was gunning for the Championship, and it wasn't just so he could prove himself. Team Rocket/Joker was still out there, and Bruce needed all the help he could get. He was always better for Gotham when he had a Robin. .

Dick had been nicknamed Robin for his all-Flying-type team and especially his Natu-then-Xatu; Jason followed up with his Murkrow-then-Honchkrow; Tim's Rookidee was one among many (Robin-esque pokemon were popularized by Dick and the trend remains through Tim's day) so he wasn't considered a possible Robin successor until it was a Corvisquire and he was about to face Dick Grayson himself, a badge away from Victory Road. By then, Tim and his team were a well-oiled machine (he runs mostly Steel-types lol but also Normal-types for the unexpected adaptability and the 'underestimate my rattata i dare you it's in the top peRCENTAGE--' of it all. FEAR.), and his loss-record had all but frozen while his win-record ticked higher and higher. .

Shit finally goes down about three years after Tim has become Champion and all but bullied Bruce into mentoring him (he basically said 'if you don't watch me, i'll go find Team Rocket/Joker on my own' and triggers all of Bruce's child endangerment traumas simultaneously) and the mysterious Rocket/Joker leader Red Hood shows up, bringing the gang out of the shadows in pursuit of a hidden agenda. Identity shenanigans and "wait is that a Houndoom? But he's only been using Ghost-types, it CAN'T be..." and heel-face turns abound. .

(BONUS FACT: Something something, Jason went into deep cover with Looker or whoever he is, that Interpol guy from X & Y (WAIT. LOOKER MIGHT ACTUALLY BE TALIA AL GHUL IN THIS AU HOHOHO), infiltrating the Rocket/Joker gang and going public as Red Hood is the first step in the last phase of the sting. Cue a million tense Jaytim interactions in which Tim is legitimately trying to take Red Hood down and Jason desperately tries to shake him so that he doesn't do anything that forces Jason to blow his cover. There is at least one 'tugged into a tight space to hide them both from the actual bad guys, "wait, did you just HELP me...?" "Think whatever you want, babybird"' interaction because I am a slut for the first sprinkles of a redemption arc that is rife with UST fufufu)

[cantuscorvi]

“Yes, he adores me. Yes, he threw a toaster at me. You wouldn’t understand.”

[adiduck]

WIP GAME

Rules: Make a 24-hour poll with the names of your wips, let it run, then write one sentence for every vote the winner received.

Tagged by @frostbitebakery! As with last time, I'm adding optional hard mode: every WIP on this list will be worked on. Your votes are for number of sentences. Unless otherwise specified, I will show you my work to prove I did it ;)

I'm going to TRY to tag people I didn't tag last time and who I know aren't currently doing this, but as I regularly state, my memory is Bad and I am too lazy to go look this up. SO! If I tag you a second time by accident and you have already been tagged and don't want to do it again, please ignore

No pressure tags: @goddammitjim, @lttrsfrmlnrrgby, @jaggedstartalk, @lambourngb, @howdyrat, @doodledrawreblogs, uhhhhhhhh @whetstonefires, @byebyeskylark... @keensers OKAY that's probably enough for now ;)

[aroacettorney]

my pkm hc for ludger & casey:

half of them are self-explanatory, and the other half are just the vibes lmfao

i heavily associate luxray with ludger because it's the only "fake" dark type pkm in his team, implying the truth about his self-proclaimed villainy. it holds a flame orb that occasionally inflicts a burn status and a portion of damage to itself in exchange for a massive boost of power when using Facade and especially with its Guts ability — which is just in line with how emotionally motivated he actually is under his mask and how much he willingly destroys himself in order to achieve his goals.

meanwhile, one of caseys primarinas moves is sparkling aria, which could eliminate the burn status of its targets on contact, signifying her wish to help ludger heal but the cost would be standing in his way of achieving his true desires as well as ruining ludger himself and whats left of their current relationship.

caseys water/fairy dual type primarina can easily wipe out most of ludgers dark type pkms due to type effectiveness but chose not to because... reasons.

ludgers luxray is an electric type pkm that can annihilate half of caseys team but also chose not to because... reasons.

[womenusingwords]

Can’t Buy Me Love

The details… Title: Money Can’t Buy Me Love Author: Georgia Beers Publisher: Bold Strokes Books Publication date: August 13, 2024 Available formats: ebook, paperback, audiobook File size: 1564 KB Print length: 240 pages Audiobook: 9 hours and 23 minutes; narrated by Lula Larkin Genre: contemporary romance Themes: friendship, women loving women, sapphic relationships, ice queens,…

[theodoretheninja]

Shitty lighting, but I realized yesterday I have the options of new school or old school.

Feels good.

[unrely]

@detectiveconnor said:

what ifffff i sent a "I made dinner." and it's connor making dinner for Vin during a stakeout/sth undercover/vin's stayed late late at work and Connor has noticed that Vin hasn't stopped for lunch. And so connor Makes him something. using coconut oil bc he tasted it on his hands once. offers the thought to you

Vin does a double take at the image, Connor standing there with a plate of what looks like a perfectly delicious meal. He can smell it, actually, the scent of spices wafting over from where Connor stands. Something with rice, it looks like.

" Thank you, honey . . . ? " It's the way he phrased it. Like it's a tradition. 'I made dinner', not 'I made you dinner'. Vin shoots an amused look at Connor, not without a grateful little smile, reaching out for the plate. His stomach rumbles. He remembers that he can't remember the last time he ate. Was it this morning?

" Thank you, " Vin repeats, in a much more genuine tone. " Should I be concerned for my mental state that you've taken up catering? "

[selcouth2013]

oc jumpscare pt 2

[caracello]

i usually bring oce with pip when i put them in aus because i think they would be sad without him but i feel bad bc i keep putting him in aus where people don't like him agshfnejf. IT'S NOT MY FAULT HE'S SO SUSPICIOUS.

[lavenoon]

Scratch an Itch (And You), Canon Drabble, ~2.2K Words

Dusk and Robin take the long way home, and get a little distracted.

Set post-confession, and well into their relationship. Inspired by these prompts: On a whim, pulling your lover into an alley and pressing your lips firmly against theirs, getting lost in each other's touch while the streets bustle outside. "If we get caught kissing in a small, dark, kind of shady alleyway, it's on you." Suggestive make-out session ahead <3

Prompts from this list <3

[cinemablogs]

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New Jack City

Director: Mario Van Peebles | USA, 1991 Starring: Wesley Snipes, Ice-T, & Chris Rock

[eternalidealist]

@messed-with-the-crest continued from X

“Imposter?! It’s you who is the imposter!” He disliked her already as he cracked his knuckles and unsheathed his blades ready for a fight.

Until Raine interrupted.

Calm down, Lloyd! We don’t have the luxury to fight here. We are still being chased by the Papal Knights and we promised Presea to return her home to Ozette.” The professor sternly reprimanded him.

“…I want to go home…” Presea added , her voice monotone lacking emotion.

“Maybe we can just take her with us and question her once we’re safe?” Colette asked while looking between the boy she grew up with and the girl who resembled him.

[eruditomuses]

@ninthcompanion​

ninthcompanion:

Kratos’ sword had been lowered but he gripped the handle of it so tightly that his knuckles were white. Anger was an ugly emotion. Anger burned. And through the horror and the pain, that flame ignited in Kratos’ chest.

His breath caught in throat. His voice, when it came, was low, icy. “Do you honestly think that I would have stayed had I known? Do you think there exists the slightest, most remote possibility that I would not have risked anything and everything for my son?”

A pause. He took a breath that shook. When he next spoke, the emotion could not be hidden in his voice: betrayal. “…Did you truly believe I returned because I wanted to?”

He hadn’t fought. He hadn’t moved. They’d found him there at the bottom of that cliff surrounded by half-devoured, mutilated corpses, a single bloodsplattered shoe in his hands. He hadn’t reacted until somebody had tried to take it from him.

Returning to Cruxis had been something that had happened to him, when the world had been nothing but static and death. By the time Yggdrasill had finished with him, by the time he had managed to reclaim what remained of his soul, there had been no point to resistance. No point to anything.

Not without them.

He expected those words. Always had.

“Even so, it wouldn’t be fair for Lloyd. Forever on the run. More importantly, Kvar won’t leave him alone. I’m sure you noticed Kvar has been stalking Lloyd? There’s a much darker truth about the Angelus Project that was even kept from Yggdrasill.” Yuan’s words implied that Kratos needs to listen and not fight him on this.

“It’s related to the day Lloyd was fatally injured protecting the Chosen at the Asgard Ranch. Why he’s suddenly able to speak and understand the ‘dead language’ only the Elves know. Why he is suddenly able to use magic without the aid of Aionis. Why his eyes turn gold and glow. Why he is able to suddenly use extinct runic artes. And the entity that possesses him.”

[distopea]

She knew she was going to be late the moment she got inside the limo. She should have expected that given the new security measures put in place, but she did not expect it would take that long. Perhaps the best solution would be to actually give up on the idea of attending that lecture. But she was too excited about it for days. She really wanted to listen to professor Anthony Queen’s open lecture; his lecture was recommended by a friend who was really interested in astronomy. The traffic was heavy and they reached the university even a bit earlier than expected. Her driver was really good at his job.

The room was not especially crowded but even though Nunnally should have probably sit in the back not to cause too much commotion. But she was simply not used to it. The girl did not intend to disturb the lecture on purpose; but did she really disturb? Nunnally was simply used to getting her own way in certain situations. She just walked to the very front of the room drawing some unnecessary attention to herself. She knew that was happening. It was happening all the time. It seemed she never fitted anywhere just right. Nunnally never considered herself beautiful, but she knew she was pretty enough to be considered attractive. Her clothes were expensive, well-tailored making her unique in the lecture room. Her hair was light and long, nicely combed giving her that vintage look. She made a pretty view. Perhaps more fitting into art than physics classes. She smiled apologetically to Professor Queen as she was sitting down. Only then she realized that moving to the front was unnecessary. She knew being late was impolite, and then she suddenly realized her behaviour could have been considered rude, and a faint red adorned her cheeks. But her father was almost always late, what made Nunnally learning to disregard time in a way.

The lecture was interesting. Just as she expected. Just as it finished, she simply approached the man as if that was the most natural thing to do. It was natural for her. She was hardly ever intimidated in public situations. But her perhaps a entitled way of being might have discouraged some others that were also interested to do so: --

“It was a lovely lecture, Professor Queen. I regret I was not able to get here in time. I hope my late appearance was not too much of a burden…” – she offered another apology; she meant it. Nunnally was honest about it – “But I assume now is just the right time to ask some questions I have. And please do forgive if you might have already answered some of them during that part that I have missed.” – she thought he was actually pretty handsome and had an interesting aura around him. She was glad she came.

“Would you mind signing your book for me?”

@lured-into-wonderland

As usual, the open lecture was interesting. Of course, a few latecomers had been disturbing the assembly, but it hadn’t bothered Astra as much as if they were their regular students. He was pleased to voice his theories regarding the nature of the stars. Potentially, a few new people would wish to sign in for his classes for the next start of the school year. He was always curious to find out if there were potential students that he would enjoy teaching in the future. It felt like a hobby; it was one. His mind, most of the time, wasn’t thinking about the beauty of the cosmos nor its mysteries. 

As he was packing his belongings, he braced himself and knew that a few people would come asking questions. It was always gambling; a few of them might have something interesting to discuss about, others would only want to spread their own agenda regarding the theories they had been reading on the internet and well… The last category would be for people who couldn’t pay enough attention or had missed enough of the conference to embarrass themselves asking again what they should have registered. 

He had shaken a few hands, had refused a photo, and had signed some magazines with Anthony Queen written at the bottom of the long essay he had co-written with his coworker from another state regarding the topic of the night. Astra felt exhausted when he noticed one last curious one coming closer. He had noticed that she had come late to the lecture, and her first sentence was enough to bring it back onto the table. There was a little smile curling his features, polite and charming. 

“Yes, I noticed that you couldn’t attend the first part of the conference. I understand why it must have been complicated then, for you. The first ten minutes are crucial to properly grasp the topic.” He answered, with the same charming tone, despite the hidden attack underneath his words; if she wanted his attention, she would have to work better. She didn’t seem to realize that it was extremely rude to take more of his time, even more regarding something he might have already explained earlier. In front of her, he glanced at his watch, a frown crossing his features. 

“Alas, for the questions, I wouldn’t have much time to indulge you. You may find your answers in the essay, though.” He answered with a sigh, before he observed the way she casually slid the magazine in front of him. He perfectly hid the rictus on his lips, as he palpated she was different from regular people; evolving in another kind of environment, where her own rudeness and lack of civilian sense was truly showing. Was she someone important? He was more interested in that. It felt like the necessary little game he needed before the end of the day.

“But I’m always happy to scratch my awful signature at the bottom of this.” He chuckled and extended his fingers to grip the magazine. “Which name shall I sign for? And please, not only your first name. Like a star, I always need to have the full atoms and neutrons in front of me.”