#about rylie

[cheriecoke]

eternally yours, in every universe ♡

a million thanks to @/nintnot on instagram for the beautiful commission that fulfilled all my mafia boss dazai dreams !!!

[blondebxt]

For ur requests on drawing asks….maybe Steph and Jason meeting/bonding bc they were dead robins?

Love ur art btw

I like to think they like to hang out n complain about bruce together

[ryp3004]

"Did you know I have a daughter?"

Addison looks up from the floor. Rebecca is leaning against the balcony rail, the thumping of bass and the shouts of party goers almost drowning her out.

"What?" She blinks. Christ, whatever Lisa put in those shots must be messing with her hearing.

"I have a little girl. Ryanne. She's four now." Rebecca looks over the city, the lights of Hollywood painting her face. It's the most serious she's looked since they met.

"She lives with my parents. Because I'm here." Addison knows Rebecca's hammered. Hell, that was the whole reason they came to Lisa's party. To celebrate a job well done and staying at Hollywood U.

So why isn't she slurring? Why is her voice so clear?

"I love that girl so fucking much." She has a sad smile on her face. "But I left her with the two most vapid, image obsessed people in California." She snorts. "And that's saying something."

Addison blinks at her, trying to keep her in focus.

"And you know why I did it? Why I left my baby with the people I hate most in the world?"

"Why?" Addison slurs. Rebecca's eyes are bloodshot.

"Because I'm a coward." She whispers, voice cracking. "Because I was afraid of her. Of being a mom. Of what people think when they see us together. When they hear her call me momma. All I can see are the fucking looks they give me. And all I can imagine now is how everyone will look at me when they find out."

She runs a hand through her short hair, her rings pulling out a few loose strands.

"Everyone always told me I'd be a screw up, but I always thought 'They'll see. They're gonna regret this when I'm famous. When I'm making the movies they pay to see.'... but what if they're right, Addi? What if all I'll ever be is a teen mom who got her 15 seconds of fame and never got over it?"

Addison stands on shaking feet and leans against the railing with Rebecca.

"You won't be," Addison puts her head on Rebecca's shoulder. "You're a force of nature, Becs. Everyone, and I mean everyone, is gonna know your name." She pokes at Rebecca's cheek. "And I'm more upset that you're not showing me pictures of the baby than the fact that there is a baby."

Rebecca snorts and pulls out her phone. Her home screen is of a little girl with curly pink hair holding a daisy to the camera. Her eyes are sparkling.

"She's got your colors..." Addison mumbles absentmindedly. Rebecca snorts again.

"Yeah, she's the spitting image of her dad." Rebecca studies her for a moment. "Are you drunk enough to forget this in the morning?"

Addison frowns. "Forget what?" She slurs.

That must be the right answer, because Rebecca looks back out over the balcony.

"I miss Ryanne like a mother fucker, but I'm glad I don't have to worry about her for a while..." She admits quietly, words almost lost on the wind. "I'm happy I can be an irresponsible kid for a bit, y'know?"

Addison nods, eyebrows pinched. "Definitely, Becs. That happened to my friend's mom, I think." Rebecca huffs a small laugh. "What happened?" Addison frowns. "I dunno, what happened?"

She holds Rebecca's arm tighter.

"Becs, I'm gonna throw up."

Rebecca immediately jumped into action, quickly escorting Addison to the bathroom and holding her hair while she emptied her stomach.

"Becs?"

"Right here, babe."

"I think you'd be a good mom."

[grimmweepers]

hello hello pretty girl ryu i saw ur nami rb so i am here for some ryumi lore 😈 would love to hear anything, but i especially want to know how you two first met and what your first impressions of each other were teehee. hope you have a wonderful weekend !!! MWAH! <3

RY MY LOVELY LOVE <3 i’ve actually had our meet-ugly thought out for such a long time 🥹 but i’m so shy talking about my op self-insert idk why

nami and i meet on that same ghost ship that brook was on in the beginning of thriller bark. after nami fly kicks brook for asking to see her panties, i emerge from behind the crates he crashed into with a groan. because of my devil fruit (wink wink it’s called the sound sound fruit), my groan ominously echoes throughout the ship and they all freak out again. “brook, was that you?” asks luffy. “what was that?!” nami yells. sanji is trying to hide that he’s shivering in his boots. and ofc brook replies with some stupid shit like, “yohohoho! i would never groan like that! i don’t have the lungs to groan with!”

anyways so i lurch from behind the crates and i look… wrecked. my clothes are torn, my hair is a mess and my pallor screams ‘i haven’t seen sunlight or food in weeks’. now cue everyone (especially nami) freaking the FUCK out because i look so malnourished they think i’m the undead. “ZOMBIEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!” nami jumps back and shrieks.

slowly, with croaky voice, i mutter, “…panties?” and then fall face first into the deck. and rightfully so, nami is NOT happy, “you’ve got to be kidding me” is what she hisses after.

that’s how we meet! i’m barely conscious and she is terrified of me until i’m just another weirdo to her. but later on when they confirm that i am in fact a living person and hear the full story on how i ended up on that ship, she doesn’t think so anymore. she even pities someone like myself becoming stuck with brook for so long. likeeee the first thing she asks me when i come to is, “okay, who are you and why do you look like you’ve just crawled out of a grave?” but when i eventually scrub up, she gets a lil twinkle in her eye, pleasantly surprised at how pretty i actually am under all that grime

[osaemu]

go touch grass

call me dazai the way i'm no longer human 😺

[lovemeafterhrs]

channeling the energy of a 10k aki fic 🙏🔮

[forest-hashira]

hi fallon ! 26 and 1 for the ask game :3

HELLO RYLIE MY BELOVED I HOPE YOU ARE DOING OK!!! ONE THOUSAND FOREHEAD KISSES FOR U 💜💜💜

now down to business:

1.) who is/are your comfort character(s)?

currently it's definitely satosugu (as a couple and individually. i don't want to think about the implications about my mental state thanks AHAHA), in the (recent) past it was MCU Loki, Kate Bishop, & Yelena Belova (to varying levels lol) in the (distant) past it was Percy Jackson and also probably Blue Sargent from The Raven Cycle. that's as far as i'm willing to expose myself AHAHA

26.) a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times?

a fictional scenario i've replayed multiple times? being squished between my boys. no i will not elaborate.

a real life scenario i've replayed is confronting the ex-friend who ghosted for something that wasn't even remotely my fault and that totally ruined my grad school experience and was most of the reason i didn't even make it a full semester. i'm glad she and i aren't friends anymore but i wish i had given her a piece of my mind about the whole thing.

be invasive, send weird asks!

[tetzoro]

aims !!! do you ever get dragged into playing some volleyball with kuroo & his friends 🤭

rylie ^_^ !!!! teehee oh yes all the time … it starts as me going to go watch them but eventually i somehow always end up on the court with them hehe but !! i will say when it comes to beach volleyball i will be rounding them all up and making them play with me hehe ᰔ

[sunset-sunbun]

doodle page of my favorite guys rn

[rinniessance]

ANGIE LMAOOO the selfship excel sheet is so funny you are such a real one for that (i am also so honored to be the first one listed <3)

all of you chose to follow the funniest person alive im sorry ! (and of course , u r #1 everywhere 💖)

[cheriecoke]

an important thing to know about me is that i will envision every one of my favs in a vampire scenario

[blondebxt]

please send me more asks on things to draw (especially if it's anything to do with either tim or steph...or timsteph :] )

[statisticalcats2]

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[raynewolferune]

Meta Jazz, the Arkham Intern Therapist Pt1

Update 5/16/2024: Congrats guys, gals, and others! You have planted the seeds and they have grown. Today I wrote another 46 pages on this story (the first section was only 9 pages ya'll). I'm working on splitting it up into smaller sections so I can post it now because tumblr said no to doing it as one piece. I'll be using the tag #Meta Jazz Arkham Intern Therapist if you want to follow it.

Original Note: I'm going to go ahead and apologize for how OOC Bane is in this. It originally was Joker but I couldn't see Jazz tolerating his proximity for more than a single millisecond so Bane it is.

~*~*~

The hardest thing about being a Meta in Gotham was responding appropriately during a Rouge's attack, Jazz mused to herself. Or perhaps that was just the hardest part about being a Meta intern at Arkham while studying psychology at Gotham University. Or maybe it was just her, she considered watching the guards and Dr. Rylie whom she'd been shadowing for the past 2 weeks wide eyed, pale, and shaking as theybstared at Bane behind her. It must just be her, Jazz decided, newbie guard Kyle Jennings was definitely a Meta after all. She should probably give him some tips on hiding his enhanced strength considering how often he broke mugs, door handles, and other delicate items used in daily life.

"Weapons down or I'll snap her skinny little neck." Bane growled out, shaking her slightly for emphasis. She very much doubted that. Liminials were built different than the standard Meta, stronger, faster, better endurance, and senses even if they could mostly appear to be standard humans on the outside.  As such, their bones and muscles were much were much denser than regular humans or even Meta humans. Technically, she could be considered "invulnerable" much like the Kryptonians are.

"Back up! Let him through!" Dr. Rylie  shouted at the guards. "She's my student! Let him through!" His voice was higher pitched than she could recall hearing it before.

Ah. That was panic.

Jazz sighed involuntarily and glanced over her shoulder at Bane. Why the man had grabbed the only person close to his own height nearby was a mystery to her - no, nevermind, he clearly meant to use her as a shield - but it made looking him in the eye more difficult than necessary.

"Mr. Bane, remove your hands from my person, please." Jazz stated calmly, channeling what Danny called her inner mom as she spoke. "I will give you to one to comply."

Bane looked stunned for a moment then laughed.

"Five."

The laughing continued. Jazz could sense a stir of uncertainty through her colleagues as they looked on.

"Four."

"Did you really think that would work?" Bane snorted out, arms tensing more around her.

"Three." She continued, indifferent to his words from her experiences raising her brother. Once the count down starts you mustn't respond to anything the kids do or say until they comply or the count is done.

"What cab you even do if I don't?" Bane asked darkly breathing directly in her ear. She kept her face expressionless despite the urge to express disgust.

"Two."

"Jasmine..."  Kyle whispered halfway across the hall from her looking on with a pained and horrified expression. Gun tilting towards the floor. Sloppy.

"One." She finished and Bane gave a derisive snort.

Then she was moving. Hauling the enormous man up and over her shoulder using the arm that had been wrapped around her neck. Bane hit the cold tile hard enough that the tiles, subfloor, structural supports, and part of the concrete foundation buckled beneath him. His shoulder popped out of joint, his wrist cracked - a hairline fracture by the sound of it -  and his breath was punched out of him from the force of impact. She released his arm as soon as his was embedded in the tiles and moved forward. Kneeling over him, support most of her weight on her left foot resting on the broken ground, her right knees pressed firmly across his throat without supporting any of her weight. The position put more strain on her muscles than she would've liked but at least Bane couldn't risk fighting back without crushing his own neck in the process. He could hardly throw her while flat on his back with a mangled arm.

"Now," Jazz began, looking directly into the behemoth's pained eyes. "Do you know what you've done wrong?" She asked like she would have done with Danny as a child.

"Yes, Ma'am." Bane choked out. Jazz heard movement and murmuring behind her. She didn't turn to look.

"What did you do wrong?" She asked. It was important to make sure children correctly understood why they were in trouble after all. There was a long pause as Bane appeared to cast around for the exact right answer as if he feared getting it wrong. A bad habit Danny still uses as well, Jazz thought to herself.

"I tried to hold you hostage," He choked out in a rush, words tumbling over one another as he tried to get them all out. "I scared you coworkers and it was very disrespectful."

So he'd gone for the grab-bag response. It wasn't wrong per sey but it did indicate a past history of abuse. The type of answer given by someone who expected to be harmed or ignored if they gave the "wrong" answer. Danny tended to use that method also and their parents had always been negligent at best.

"And are you going to do it again?" She asked giving him a Look as she did. Bane's eyes widened and he tried to frantically shake his head as much as possible with the pressure on his neck.

"No, Ma'am." He promised fervently.

"Alright then," Jazz said giving him a warm smile. She gestured vaguely towards the guards without turning to look at them. "Kyle here is going to take you to see the nurse and then back to your room then. I'm sure you'll behave for him?"

"Yes, Ma'am. I'll behave." Bane said. Jazz stood slowly asking sure not to put any additional pressure on his neck as she did. Kyle came and stood next to her as the giant of a man slowly pulled himself to his feet then led him away with 5 other guards.

Jazz heaved a sigh. Well, time to find out whether or not she could play all that off as normal, non-Meta human behavior.

[osaemu]

are you a marvel fan 🧍

a very casual one

[legendaryl0stpieces]

tag drop for rylie dixon