#also as i was writing this there were a few points where i was thinking...

[bvrnesher]

can you do an ask game with maybe a few pros and cons of dating the pjo boys and include ethan nakamura please? or how and how well they take care of you when you’re sick? if im asking for too much im sorry and feel free to ignore this!

❝ Pros and Cons ! ❞ ― pjo/hoo boys !

— 💬 a/n: hehe I love this. + i'll definitely do the one about how they would take care of you soon 🤘🏻 ask games opeeeen :D

— 𝒫ercy 𝒥ackson ;; dating him is like rawdogging the ocean: thrilling, emotional, and occasionally deadly.

Pros:

– rides hard for you in every way. holds your hand like he’s proud of it, kisses your cheek like it’s instinct.

– treats you like you’re sacred. deadass. you say "I don't feel pretty today" and he looks at you like you just insulted a sea goddess.

– down SO bad. puts you on his shoulders at the beach, writes your name in the sand, kisses you like it’s a prayer.

– loyal to a delusional degree. protective to the point of stupidity.

– surprisingly soft. lays in your lap, plays with your fingers, whispers “I missed you” like he’s ashamed of it.

– you’ll catch him staring and he won’t even look away. just shrugs like “yeah. you’re hot.”

– randomly blurts “you know I love you, right?” mid-convo. doesn’t even realize he said it out loud.

Cons:

– emotionally bottled-up until there’s yelling or blood involved. then suddenly he’s like “you’re my everything.”

– forgets plans, birthdays, and to text you back—but will remember the exact date you first kissed.

– has too many near-death experiences to process feelings properly. makes trauma jokes and thinks that’s therapy.

– a little reckless. says “trust me” way too much for someone who barely has a plan.

– when you fight, he gets real quiet. not because he’s mad. because he’s scared you’ll leave.

– angry crying. he will yell at you and cry in the same breath.

– impulsive with his love. wants forever, right now, all at once—and it can be a lot.

— 𝒥ason 𝒢race ;; dating him feels like loving a statue that only melts for you. everyone sees perfection—only you know where he breaks.

Pros:

– soft but solid. forehead kisses. opens doors. hand on the small of your back like a prince.

– remembers everything you say. casually brings it up weeks later. “didn’t you like that book? I got it for you.”

– protective in a quiet, unshakable way. He doesn’t start fights—he ends them. efficiently.

– listens. fully. with those devastating blue eyes and that “I’d die for you but also I’m taking notes” look.

– respects you more than he respects himself. says “whatever you want” and means it.

– brings you flowers without making it a thing. says “I saw these and thought of you” with zero drama.

– holds you like you’re sacred. you get forehead kisses, temple kisses, hand squeezes in crowds.

Cons:

– he's a little emotionally dumb. like, tries so hard but sometimes he thinks “i’m fine” counts as vulnerability.

– not good with spontaneity. you’ll say “let’s run away for the weekend” and he’ll ask if he needs to file a leave form.

– his ex is Responsibility. you’re always fighting for attention with his job.

– SO emotionally slow-burn. like you’ll be five months in and he’s just now realizing he’s in love.

– asks “what’s wrong?” but won’t push if you say “nothing.” you have to spell it out.

– overthinks to the point of inaction. wants to do the right thing so badly he sometimes does nothing.

— ℒeo 𝒱aldez ;; dating him is like dating a raccoon with a blowtorch and a heart of gold.

Pros:

– makes you laugh so hard you forget why you were sad.

– builds you weird shit. a jewelry box that purrs. a necklace that glows when he misses you.

– clingy in a cute way. wants to hold your hand constantly. even while fixing things.

– surprisingly soft. falls asleep on your lap, mumbles your name in his sleep.

– sings to you while working. bad voice. 10/10 charm.

– confesses love mid-meltdown. “I swear to the gods, I’d blow up the sun for you. that’s not a threat. it’s a promise.”

– calls you pet names like “babygirl” and “nerdface” with the same amount of affection.

– once built a machine that played your laugh on loop. don’t ask where it is now.

Cons:

– self-worth in the dumpster. flirts to cover it up. you’ll have to teach him he’s lovable.

– will not let you compliment him without deflecting. “you’re so smart” “ok but YOU exist, so.”

– uses humor as armor. you say “you hurt me” and he says “haha same.”

– lowkey runs if things get too real. backpedals out of vulnerability like it’s on fire.

– gets insecure real fast. like “do you think he’s hotter than me?” fast.

– jokes through every serious convo until you’re like “LEO.”

– will accidentally blow something up while trying to be romantic.

— ℱrank 𝒵hang ;; dating him is like dating a soldier with the soul of a golden retriever and the heart of a poet.

Pros:

– insanely respectful. asks before touching you. looks like he wants to marry you every time you smile.

– big strong arms. will carry you to bed if you fall asleep on the couch.

– you cry? he tears up too. instantly.

– always calls to say goodnight. even from battle.

– the kind of guy who brings you soup when you're sick and holds your hair back when you puke.

– loves quietly but devastatingly. folds your blanket over your shoulders, kisses your hand while you sleep.

– softest good morning voice. brings you tea and kisses your shoulder.

– turns into animals for fun. once became a bear to cuddle you because you said you were cold.

Cons:

– shy. like “asks permission to kiss you after dating for a month” shy.

– doesn’t know how to flirt. like at all. his version is “you look… nice. really… face.”

– way too hard on himself. if he thinks he messed up, he shuts down and disappears until you drag him out.

– overthinks everything. “did I hold her hand too long?” no, Frank, hold it longer.

– grandma trauma. feels like he needs to earn love.

– when he gets jealous? baby goes SILENT. will stare down a wall instead of saying he’s upset.

— ℒuke 𝒞astellan ;; dating him feels like kissing the storm right before it hits. thrilling. devastating. unforgettable.

Pros:

– flirt level: dangerous. says “you’re mine” in that voice. touches your waist like he’s memorizing it.

– will absolutely take a knife for you. has. probably.

– smart, confident, knows exactly how to push your buttons—in and out of bed.

– makes you feel like the only person in the world. like he chose you over everything.

– gives you stolen trinkets like “found this. thought of you.”

– flirts like it’s a weapon. smirks, low voice, one hand on your knee.

– can’t help but protect you. even when he’s self-destructing.

– deep down, just wants to be chosen. when you do? he melts.

Cons:

– ghost vibes. disappears into his own head and doesn’t tell you why.

– pushes people away when he’s hurting, which is always.

– loves like it’s a war. intense. consuming. dangerous if you’re not built for it.

– you never know if he’s leaving. and he doesn’t either.

– acts like he doesn’t care to protect you from how much he does.

– loves you in a way that always feels like it’s going to end.

— 𝓔than 𝓝akamura;; dating him is like reaching for something beautiful in the dark—every time you get close, he flinches like you’re a knife.

Pros:

– intense eye contact. stares at you like he’s trying to burn the memory of you into his soul.

– insanely observant. notices when you’re quiet, remembers what you wore on your third date, knows when you’re lying and won’t call you out.

– protective in a vengeful way. doesn’t need credit. just makes sure no one disrespects you twice.

– shows love in action. fixes things before you ask. stays up all night when you’re sick. will sit with you in silence just so you don’t feel alone.

– remembers everything. the way you laugh, the exact words you whispered once, your favorite kind of rain.

– touch-starved but terrifyingly good at loving. he kisses you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear. holds you like you’re proof he exists.

Cons:

– emotionally guarded. you’re always trying to peel back layers he won’t give.

– has never, in his life, believed he was truly wanted. you’ll have to remind him. Every. Single. Day.

– pushes you away when he’s scared. and he’s scared a lot.– kinda scary when mad. doesn’t yell—goes silent.

– self-sabotage king. will start a fight just to feel something.

– always looks like he wants to say something. never does.

– refuses comfort. like physically recoils from kindness if he’s not ready.

– always seems like he’s preparing for the worst. like he never really believes you’ll stay.

[dirty-limits]

"are you sure you want to do this?"

who: bob floyd x reader (top gun: maverick) tw: making out, heavy petting, slight orgasm denial (he just doesn't wanna cum in his pants), dry humping, lower case writing intended, no beta reading we die like men, etc. (do lmk if i need to add any i've missed) wc: 1.1k

you didn't really think this is where you would be at the end of the night after leaving the Hard Deck. in the back of bob floyd's truck seated on his lap with your hands running over his body as your lips danced in an intense tango as his palms ran from the plump of your ass to the sides of your jaw as if you had any thought of pulling away from him.

all that could be heard was the moans and groans from the sweet man under you while you rocked your hips up and down then side to side. anything to continue those sweet sounds that just continued to escape him.

oh, you didn't think the tension between you both that had been simmering since the start of top gun would ever break. bob was too much of a respectable man to even think of crossing that line that was there when you had also danced along it… anything to get him to cross it.

from the long holding grip you would have on his well-toned arms that were now currently wrapped around your waist, to the longing stares you sent him that were obvious to everyone but him.

not that it wasn’t obvious to him, bob floyd wasn’t an oblivious idiot, he just didn't think you would ever think actually being with him, let alone be this moment ever happening in his lifetime. he had come to terms with the fact that you were out of league long ago when he had first met you that first night at the hard deck when you came in with natasha.

knocking hangman down a peg or two from his self-appointed high pedestal in a few matches of pool, to the rowdy singing alongside rooster that lively night. his eyes were on you, and he couldn't tear them away from your shining form. to him, you were the sun, moon, and stars.

months of pining for the other were torture for both you and everyone around you. to the point where they decided enough was enough and let jake do what he does best. talk his mouth off and have it directed at you two (with the occasionally quick quip from natasha to help stir the pot even more). letting the tension and attraction get to an all-time high to the point where it couldn’t be ignored anymore. 

which led to where you two were at now… with bob floyd's hands on you hoping you would never leave.

never in his wildest dreams and his waking moments did he think this time would ever come. sure, he wanted to do it in the proper gentlemanly way. asking you out on a date (maybe some restaurant along the beach), followed by a few dates of courting, that would then eventually lead to both of you heating things up on the couch of either of yalls place.

sure, the whole thing had been blown out of the order he had originally wanted to take from the beginning (he really been planning on asking you to a date today once everyone was already leaving the bar, but heated questions were thrown at both of you and the teasing from jake and natasha weren't really helping calm the fire between you two), but he also wasn't going to complain about having you on his lap kissing him with heated might that every lock of the lips were making his brain slowly throw out any thought that wasn't about you and how you felt up against him. 

with nothing but you in his mind, he quickly picked up on the sudden change in direction your lips were going. the hot searing kisses traveling from his rosey bruised lips to giving little nips at his jaw to the slight suckling feeling he started to feel at his neck. 

he was sure this was heaven on earth with the way he felt complete bliss with, but with every thump of his quick pacing heart he completely forgot the level of control he tried to have over himself as he was on the precipice of cumming straight in his pants. the tantalizing movements your hips were working on him to the sweet nips you were now giving to that sensitive spot below his ear, he just couldn't have that be the first sexual memory you would have together for the first time. so, against his nagging thoughts of wanting to continue, he brought his hands up to your shoulders and gently started to move you back.

this action didn't get past you as you tried pressing forward to lick more at the sheen thin layer of sweat that was starting to develop on his neck.

“bobby, what's wrong? Did I do something?” oh how your caring heart never failed to warm his soul.

“no, nothing bad was happening. i just needed you to hold off a bit before i made a mess of myself in front of you.” his montana drawl was deeply weighted in his words and that lit the fire in you even more, but nothing could have prepared you for the slight that your eyes feasted on as they trailed up his body from the buckle of his belted jeans to the front of his face as started to settle on in the dark space of his backseat.

the quick rise and fall of his broad chest.

the slightly parted bruised rosey lips.

the red tinted flushed cheeks.

and the cherry on top of this delicious ice cream, the government issued glasses that would normally be seated on the ridge of his nose were now skewed and fogged on his pretty face.

never was there a prettier sight than this. while he's trying to calm himself from the tightening strain he had in his pants, you were trying to remember whose place was closest.

the sight itself had you moving your hips again, completely forgetting why you stopped in the first place, but this wasn't lost on him. As he quickly jumped to move his hands to anchor your hips in place, his wide blown out eyes quickly went to your face. 

“are you sure you want to do this? how about we go to my place? yeah? then we can either continue or just talk. whatever you wanna do.” that heavy country drawl of his just kept seeping into his words as he tried to lift you as much as he could to make space between your heated center and his twitching length that was ready to bust at any moment now. 

oh lord you were going to be the death of him and he wouldn't have a problem with it.

“Bobby, if you didn't stop me, I was going to continue and never stop.” oh lord indeed.

a/n: this wasn't meant to be sexual at all!!! i originally wanted to write it with the purpose of putting it out there that making out with someone who wears glasses and seeing their glasses getting skewed on their face is really hot.

[rhiannonsknife]

I think I am 🦌 anon…… I love h2O just add water SO much im sobbing I’ll love anything u write for it…. Also bc im such a gigantic Rikki/emma shipper its making me think about Jackie/Melissa and now I feel galaxy brain 🌌🌌 like Melissa would have way more fun giving Jackie shit occasionally and they could have fun banter… meanwhile Shauna is standing by quietly losing her mind diskjdkwjfjejeh anyways Melissa calling Jackie “princess” do you mind if I exit

— H2O JUST ADD WATER (yellowjackets au)

the three of them weren’t even supposed to end up on the island. they were meant to be out on lottie’s boat (well, mr. matthews’, technically) for an afternoon cruise, a little celebration after winning regionals & qualifying for nationals. a few jv girls had tagged along (hence, melissa) and the day itself couldn’t have been better. until the engine of mel’s boat stalled on the way back, leaving them stranded just off mako island. she pointed out they could dock and check the motor from shore. so they did and, while waiting, wandered off. that’s how jackie found the moon pool���

or: healing my inner child…let me have my mermaid moment with this guys!!

SHAUNA SHIPMAN ⋆˙⟡ cleo

shauna keeps it to herself the longest. it’s not that she’s any better at hiding it, if anything, she’s the worst liar…(definitely writes about it in her journal, too!!) but the rational part of her just refuses to believe it’s real.

her first signs aren’t as dramatic (meaning no tail incident), it’s mostly water, acting strange: the morning after, at the sink, shauna reaches for the faucet, and the stream bends, curving away from her hand. she flinches, and it snaps back.

it takes three full tail incidents (one in her bathtub, one at the harbor, and one in the locker room where jackie has to block the door) for shauna to finally admit: “okay. yeah. so i think i’m a mermaid too.”

hydrokinesis — the ability to control the shape & volume of water. shauna is secretly practicing her powers in the tub and the pond in the park, to avoid incidents like the one time she accidentally made the water in her mom’s flower vase swirl into a spiral when she got distracted watching jackie eat a popsicle…

JACKIE TAYLOR ⋆˙⟡ emma

jackie is, for once, the unlucky one. her first transformation happens right before jeff is supposed to come over. she’s in her bathrobe, mid-prep for one of her ‘everything-showers’ she’s decided make her irresistible (comphet jackie taylor, you are real to me in every universe…) when she dips a toe into the water to test the temperature. 

the contact is all it takes. water hits her skin & she changes. jackie’s legs fuse together, and her body slumps into the tub. she screams once, then slaps a hand over her mouth in shock. gripping the tub’s edge, she’s sobbing, terrified, and somehow furious that it had to happen today of all days (omg jackie who transforms the day she was planning to “finally” lose her virginity…?? fate stepped in!!)

when jeff calls to say he’s out front, jackie, still stunned, chokes out: “uhm- i can’t hang out! i’m...sick. like…puking sick! go home.” then she hangs up and stares down at her new tail.

cryokinesis — the ability to freeze water & create ice (the concept of this being jackie’s power….). in the beginning, jackie can’t stop accidentally freezing things. she ruins several sinks and refuses to drink anything cold, afraid it might freeze in her throat. she’s definitely the most frustrated with her lack of control.

MELISSA HAT ⋆˙⟡ rikki

melissa is the first to admit it not only to herself (which, frankly, is hard to deny when her legs turn into a full-blown tail the second she touches water), but out loud: “okay, don’t freak, but i think i’m a goddamn mermaid.”

she says this to gen, obviously. gen: her best friend, and more importantly, the only person she trusts enough to show what happens when she pours water down her arm. to be fair, gen does freak out a little. “oh my god, do it again!” she shrieks “can you, like, breathe underwater now?!”

melissa tries to play it cool, as if she hasn’t been spiraling for 48 hours straight & didn’t scream the first time it happened, slipping into her pool and nearly passing out from shock. as if she’s not lowkey in love with both shauna & jackie, losing her mind about it more and more every time they mention weird water stuff…

hydro thermokinesis — the ability to heat & boil water. it starts with bathwater, then escalates to a full bottle she forgets she’s holding during an argument with shauna, which explodes in her grip. melissa is surprisingly cautious, though, taking time to practice and gain control.

[monayen]

If you were to rate everyone on how pervy/how much of a freak they are, what would the rankings be? Do you have any HCs regarding this? I'm curious abt what you think :]

Okay byeee!!! I love your writing so much!!!!! 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

➷ paring - Multi x Gn!Reader [Randal's Friends / Ranfren]

➷ cws - pervy behavior, fantasies, humping, masturbating

a/n - this is very quick and short and i'm posting this at almost 4 am when i gotta be up at 7 am because i like to ruin my sleep schedule. anyways, i know yall would love to hear about Luther being a perv, but he's a supreme gentleman and i think these guys are better fits for being pervs. doesn't mean nobody else can't be tho, just thought i write best rn with these 5 fwreaks. sorry if this is ass im sleepya. oh and also some angst is coming up if yall like that. i've written a lot more than i expected and i hope yall like that since it's just pure angst lol. any depressioners in da chat?!

1. Randal

Is this even a competition? This freak gets nose bleeds just at the thought of you. Absolute pervert, doesn't know personal space

He'll shamelessly stare and point things out, or ask you embarrassing questions like "What color underwear are you wearing today?" won't stop until he gets an answer. And when you finally do give in and respond, he'll give you a cheeky grin and demand you "prove it."

Freak meters are off the charts, his dick is superglued to your holes. Good day

2. Satoru

Obligatory because he exists thanks to Randal, so there's definitely some overlap with the... fantasies that he has

A nice guy perv, if that exists. You'd barely notice the incredibly weird undertones of him staring too long at any exposed skin or his lingering touches on your waist or hips, if not for his nice smile and friendly attitude

Maybe he's taken a few candid pictures when he's grown more attached and obsessive over you. And maybe he's jerked himself off stupid imagining things he'd love to do to you. Thats for him to know ;-)

3. Nyon

As said before, he could get off to the weirdest things as long as it has to deal with you

Good at keeping it under wraps though, so you might not notice the missingm personal items for a while

And even if you did, you probably wouldn't assume that it's Nyon taking your hairbrush and running his tongue over the bristles, or that's he's the reason your pillow cases suddenly has some... suspicious stains

Would be painfully embarrassed if you ever found out, but sometimes he gets sloppy by just stuffing a pair or two of underwear underneath his pillow. Perhaps a part of him does want you to find out, and gosh, he humps against your dirty shirt silly wondering what you'd do. Freak

4. Michael Jr.

All of the ratmen are pervs to some degree. The second they see bare skin, it’s like a switch flips. Their one shared brain cell short-circuits, and suddenly the only thing on their mind is rutting until the urge burns out

But Michael is more susceptible to it. You've seen him literally cry for a crumb of something to stick his painfully eager dick into. Hell, he'll settle for grinding against your thigh if it means he gets to feel your body against his

He has plenty of fantasies. Quite a few involving the other ratmen, but all involving you. He practically dreams of the day where you can complete them all. He'll definitely be begging you to for the time being, of course

5. Sebastian

Oh, he feels terrible to be up here with these other freaks! But he really can't help it. He doesn't really remember the last time he felt so painfully attracted to someone enough to be fantasizing like a pervert

The guilt is there every time he catches himself staring too long at you. Every time his mind wanders and he pictures himself laid out while you are bare and on top of him. How soft you're skin would feel, how pretty the noises you'd make, how tight you'd feel—

He has to snap himself out of it each time, embarrassingly excusing himself to the restroom to deal with his neediness. But there's times where you look at him with those beautiful eyes, and he wonders just how amazing it would be to just indulge

[therobotsarestuckinmyhead]

Hi! Could you write a headcanon for Transformers: Prime set during Season 2, where the Autobots discover another Transformer who’s been hiding in Brazil and can transform into a red Chevrolet Celta? And could the reader be a chill and funny guy, but a bit on the scaredy-cat side? Sorry if that’s too specific 😅

☆|♡ "NEW FRIEND & OLD MEMORIES"

OHHHHHH ANON… didnt mention whether platonic or romantic </3 so i went with a fine middle line. for plot reasons, there was an omega key in Brazil. i had to research on Brazil. forgive me for inaccuracies. also uhhh heads up for the Arcee part.

scenario: on a mission to recover one of the omega keys, the Autobots encounter another bot

including: Smokescreen, Optimus, Arcee, Bulkhead

note: reader is depicted to have an accent cause i <3 transformers with accents

BACKGROUND:

This dirt ball was where Optimus said he'd be at— You had the coordinates and everything! Yet your escape pod crashed right into Brazil, the coordinates for Jasper, Nevada must've been a few kliks off because you found yourself in the forest outskirts of Manaus, Amazonas all the way in Brazil. Not even the right country but you didn't realize that until much later.

You'd managed to set up a make-shift base within the forest; far, far away from any human settlements. The last thing you want is to catch anyone's attention before you find the rest of the Autobots, especially the natives.

No ship, no crew, no contact... nothing.

But hey! That's just a minor set-back. You're sure you can manage.

Of course you knew how to defend yourself. Not the best on the offensive but a good enough defensive, managing to stay undercover. You managed to build a low-quality but functioning radio transmitter, you're a bit of a techie— nothing big, just a few simple things you'd picked up after being stuck in this seemingly never ending war. You hoped your messages would reach where ever Prime and the rest of the Autobots are. Until then you're stuck all alone with many misadventures. Like living off of energon you manage to steal from Decepticon energon mines deeper into the forest.

Until you met a fellow Autobot.

Smokescreen:

— Smokescreen is the one who found you in the forest, the exact same forest where the third Omega Key just so happened to be located. He encountered you through a misunderstanding actually; you almost mistook him for a possible Decepticon when you managed to pick up a spark-signal. But once you saw him, you realized you were wrong and he debrief you on everything you missed out on (everything he was aware of at least). However, the two of you were knocked out cold by Starscream and that twat managed snatch the Omega Key right out of Smokescreen's servos!

— Smokescreen is relatively easy to get along with. He enjoys your company, even if you clearly are a bit of a scaredy-cat. In fact he actually likes that about you, it gives him a lot more ammo he could use to tease you with.

— He laughs the loudest at your jokes, you managed to cheer him up after losing the third Omega Key so Smokescreen does get a bit attached to you. He may or may not get attached a bit too easily... and quickly.

— Also he's definitely not really vibing with you alt mode of choice, I mean, a Chevrolet Celta? Why not a luxury sports car or a race car! Like his own Indy 500 race car alt mode? You're quick to retort with how much more noticeable a sports car or a race car is and how it beats the purpose of 'Robots in Disguise' but he pretends not to hear it... He doesn't want to admit that you may have a really good point there. Only because he is a race car.

— Smokescreen does like the red paint though and how you've managed to keep it relatively scratch-less given you're in a forest. But he does wish you'd add some more colour to it, you're a pretty vibrant bot so he thinks a few more streaks and colouring would really suit you.

— You can bet your spark that he's going to use the fact that he's a sport-car to his advantage because he is constantly challenging you to a race and you're clearly not able to keep up with him. He has a proud smug smile on his face. Finally! After cycles of losing to Bumblebee, he's farming race wins for once like Max Verstrappen does.

— Your accent throws him off a little but he's gets used to it quickly. Again, you crashed in Brazil, its only natural that you learnt Portuguese before you did English. He could easily learn Portuguese too, mostly cause of the existence of the internet. Well, not really learn per say but translate his way through conversation.

— Cue you and Smokes conversing in Portuguese while the rest of the team is incredibly confused as to what the two of you are saying. You have a secret language with him. The two of you are teasing the kids, especially Miko. It's driving her nuts how the two of you are talking and she can't make out a WORD. She wants to get into it as well, she's begging you to let her get into this 'secret language'. Then Raf tells her its Portuguese and not some secret alien language and her excitement dies down.

Optimus:

— Optimus is happy to have you onboard even if he is disheartened at not being able to get one of the keys because in the end of the day, its more Autobot to their mission and they need all the help they can get to gather all the four Omega Keys.

— Optimus is more reliable than Smokescreen when it comes to letting you know what's happening so he fills in any gaps Smokescreen may have left out. He also takes the liberty to introduce you to everyone.

— Optimus finds you interesting, mostly because you managed to survive on a completely different continent and managed to stay hidden so well that Ratchet’s detection systems couldn't pick up on your spark signature.

— Optimus is observant, a lot more than one would think and from all he's managed to understand from your story, you're a survivalist with the talent when it comes to staying hidden. He can see how resillant you are, managing to find fuel even in such a precarious situation. The attempts to hand-repair your frame by yourself is clear with poorly welding marks as well as remnants of blasterfire burns.

— Your tech-knowledge would definitely help them, its a massive advantage for their side. Ratchet is a medic, he's not exactly an engineer. Even the little engineering knowledge you have is useful to them, you could assist Ratchet and perhaps maybe even improve the ground bridge.

— Sometimes, you say Brazillian phrases/sayings and it confuses Optimus. He just nods his helm like he does with Agent Fowler's other Earth sayings in English. Yours just confuses him a bit more because its in a language he hasn't conversed in yet. He might get curious and try to learn some Portuguese himself.

— And since you seemed to have managed to pick up on Earth languages very well, along with their customes, Optimus thinks that theres a very high chance that you might be some sort of 'human expert' because he still finds himself struggling with a few sayings and such. Human lingo is just not for him.. Optimus thinks you'd be great to interact with humans.

— Your strong basic knowledge in tech is a huge service because now you're helping Ratchet improve his weapons systems. He's grateful to have you.

— Optimus does want to get to know you better but he isn't exactly sure on how to approach you, the Prime can be slightly awkward at times (evident with how he tried to talk to Wheeljack that one EP) so he's still figuring it out.

— You're getting most of the maintenance work now. Fixing the lights at the base, ground-bridge maintenance, tweaking systems, maximizing performance... You've slowly become an integral part of the team. Your tweaks to the systems have made it a lot easier to decrypt the coordinates of the fourth Omega Key.

Arcee:

— Oh Arcee, she's really going through with it the moment she saw you. You just remind her of Cliffjumper, its like you're a walking-talking replica of the bot. So similar yet so, so different. From the red paint to the sense of humour and light-heartedness, you're triggering a lot of memories for her.

— So, she does what she normally does when she has something which triggers the flashbacks. Avoid it. Arcee is avoiding you like you're the Rust Plague. She is cold to you, not exactly rude but incredibly silent when you're around and you can sense it: the way her frame seems to stiffen slightly, her EM field tucked to herself tightly as if she doesn't want you to know what she's feeling— her guard is constantly up when you're around.

— You notice this. At first you wonder if you're doing something wrong. Perhaps she's just skeptical about the credibility of your story? An understandable concern which could be talked out... or so you thought because when you try to confront her about it, she usually says something flat and cold, just leaving you there after giving some excuse to ditch the conversation. It annoys you because every time you try to talk to her, she shoots you down like you're a Vehicon.

— You come to the conclusion that there may not be anything wrong with you but instead, there could be something wrong with her. You're not sure. Does she just not like you for no reason? Your relationship with Arcee is strained.

— But it slowly does get better as time moves on and when she does, she feels bad about how she was like towards you.

Bulkhead:

— You know him! You two have met before back on Cybertron during the war so he's someone you're a lot more comfortable with and its relatively easy to get along with him too. He's a chill guy and you're a chill guy. It was bound to be like that.

— But you and Smokescreen have doomed him into having to learn Japanese because Miko is adamantly trying to make sure she and Bulkhead have a secret language no one else can understand! When Bulkhead asked why she couldn't just do that with Jack and Raf, she said that it'd be much easier teaching him than them. So now his databanks have files on all three different Japanese writing systems and over three thounsand Kanji. Now he's gotten better than Miko at Japanese.

— Cue Miko dragging him in when you are Smokescreen are talking in Portuguese so that Bulkhead can show off his Japanese. He's got a big frown on his face; he's very embarrassed, evident from his EM field and you're trying not to laugh as Smokescreen is trying his hardest to hold it back.

— Considering he used to work in construction, he's usually the one doing most of the maintenance work but then you came along so now he's helping you out with most them. He's like your assistant, he can't stay committed to keeping the base alright when he's usually out on the field.

— But other than that, he likes having you around. You're funny, you've managed to get multiple snickers out of him.

— If you get even closer to him, he'll have some crazy Wrecker stories to tell you. The more tame ones that aren't extremely traumatic for him to say, Miko is secretly listening in the background.

— He likes talking to you and will start striking up more casual chats with you, you make the heavy atmosphere of the room a lot lighter and bearable. Something he really needs with how hectic its been trying to locate these Omega Keys.

— Bulkhead knows Arcee wouldn't like it but when you keep asking him about why Arcee doesn't like you, he's going to be the one to tell you what's wrong.

— Bulkhead is the main reason why your relationship with Arcee improves because he's trying to talk to her, trying to reach out to her though its mainly Optimus who's confronting her after noticing something off. He knew immediately why Arcee was avoiding you because he felt the same way, you were just like Cliff.

— Also one time, Miko dressed herself up in a very convincing Scraplet costume. You and Bulkhead were talking and the lights flickered off, you were not very happy about that cause the two of you just finished maintenance work. Then the lights flicker on and the two of you see this scraplet and immediately scream together, holding onto each other for a moment. You were about to shoot with your cannon until Miko removed the costumes head and began hysterically laughing while the two of you are holding onto each other for life.

— Neither of you were pleased and took her straight to Optimus so she could have a "chat" with the boss bot. Miko is your and Bulkhead's adopted child at this point.

the description you gave me reminded me too much of Cliffjumper and idk if it were intention but it gave me ideas :3

[strawbbybnuuy]

The more I think about Amanda the worse I feel for her because not only was she shafted so fucking bad by the story through her death but the circumstances surrounding it caused people to bitter towards her. It's genuinely upsetting that she was portrayed in a way that left many people, including me, frustrated. Ofc the whole cast was pretty frustrating not only just her, but the other characters that were written poorly/questionably like Crow, Mara (she's her own can of worms but that's a later discussion), and Miisraaks are still alive and have had opportunity to have high points/improvements in their writing, so it's easier for look at them fondly/critically and say "yeah they have had problems narratively but they got so much better in (later season)", but Amanda died during the lowest point of her writing. She couldn't get better writing or screen time to help people warm back up to her because everything in that season, to her death is what people remember about her, and a lot of the writing just!! did her so dirty!! Maybe the whole debacle with how Bungie was pushing them as a couple(?) made people forget that yeah, Amanda and Crow were friends, and Amanda was the person that treated Crow like an equal, just a simple guardian, and helped him acclimate to the city. She was one of the few people Crow interacted with closely that weren't trying to fill some sort of mentorship/leadership role over him. There's nothing wrong with what Crow had Ikora or Eris, but I'm saying the relationship Amanda had specifically with Crow is not like the relationship he had with the yw or anybody in the Vanguard. I am absolutely not saying they were couple material!! or that they were meant to be!! I am saying that the platonic relationship they had is so specific to them in a way that can't be filled by anybody else in the cast, yes, please try to see it pre-Season of Defiance. Friends are HUGELY important and platonic relationships can be just as irreplaceable as romantic ones. Of course Crow would be devastated by her death, even if their relationship was rocky at the end.

I bring that up because Amanda being mentioned in TFS annoyed people and I get it but also I can't help but gnaw on the bars of my enclosure!! it's so fucking sad that she brings out so much displeasure even though where she was mentioned- relating to Crow's grief, does make sense. She died about a year ago at that point! but it is definitely soured for people who saw everything about her as Bungie pushing the crowmanda agenda and for all I know, they could be right. That’s not the point of what I’m saying.

I have seen artists and others I admire(d) talk about how Crow and Amanda's relationship is forced heterosexuality (this is a loaded term that I really hate seeing bc it’s just progressive biphobia), that their FRIENDSHIP was forced, and how ywxcrow was soured for them due to crowmanda and I just. I'm not saying all of it is wrong. I'm just tired. She deserved so, so much better. There's just something so heartbreaking about how she got a cutscene talking about her family and her past a little more (outside of all the disjointed lore she has) just to be killed off a week or two later. I hate how she's remembered as the character who got in the way of people's crow x yw shipping, the character who got shoehorned into a romance subplot that wasn't even really there, and as the character whose fate is the pinnacle of Bungie's misogynistic writing.

[paigegonerogue]

I feel the need to clarify a few things about Neil Druckmann and Halley Gross leaving TLOU HBO:

Obviously, they’ll be missed. It was really great to have them on. I loved their insights, and with Craig they wrote some absolute magic. That being said, I think a lot of people have some misconceptions about it:

As of s2, most of the episode were already written by Craig Mazin. Though that’s not to say that Neil and Halley weren’t heavily involved.

The writers room of TLOU, and of most prestige shows, isn’t what you typically picture. Craig, Neil, and Halley met before writing the season, discussed plot points, character arcs, characterization, themes, and basically the season as a whole. Together, they came up with how the story would be told.

Then Craig would wrote most of the episodes himself (except for 6 and 7, which he co-wrote with Neil and Halley).

Halley and Neil leaving won’t affect the singular writing of the episode, but will affect the planning and overall plot of s2.

But Craig isn’t suddenly alone in the writing of the show. According to the WGA, he’s joined this season in the writer’s room by Ryan James and Alex Cheng.

Much like the elusive Bo Shim, Alex Cheng is relatively obscure and doesn’t have a clear IMDB page. However, Ryan James has writing credits for Uncharted 4: A Thief’s End, and The Last of Us Part 2. Thus, we won’t be devoid of insights and input from people who worked on the games. Not to mention story editors, continuity supervisors, etc.

Also, Halley and Neil are staying on as executive producers. They’re still involved with the show, just not in the hands one way that they were. They won’t be in the writers room, co-writing, or directing such as episode 6 (written by Neil, Halley, and Craig and directed by Neil).

I should also mention that s1 didn’t have an official writers room. Craig and Neil had something adjacent, where they planned out the season before hand, talked about portrayals and characterization, etc, but all the scripts for s1 were written by Craig minus the premiere and finale, which he co-wrote with Neil. Neil also wrote episode 7.

Craig has always been the showrunner, the head of the project. Neil was a co-creator, EP, writer, and director, and Halley was an EP and writer. Craig’s been the lead on the show since the start, so while he’s losing some great creative collaborators, the voice of the show has always been his. Same with Chernobyl.

I’ve seen sentiment expressed about how this will mean unnecessary changes, so I feel the need to point out that every change had been thoroughly discussed between the three of them in s2. According to both Craig and Neil, Neil was always the one pushing for more changes. Blaming all of s2’s flaws on Craig is, honestly, a bit badly-thought out.

TLDR; We’ll miss Neil and Halley a lot, we wish them well and hope Intergalactic rocks, and their contributions to the show are wonderful. BUT, the idea that Craig, Halley, and Neil all wrote an equal amount of the show as a trio, and now Craig is being left alone, is a far oversimplified version of these changes.

Stop sending hate to Craig. He seems like a nice guy. The cast and crew all seem to love him, and he’s platformed a lot of fantastic female and POC artists with TLOU. Plus, he’s written a lot of really incredible stuff.

[doctormohansamira]

I've been thinking a lot about the implied timeline of the show lately. Timelines are usually a mess in TV shows, partly because of the "writers are bad at math" stereotype, partly due to misremembering of established details and no one being responsible for sanity checks, partly due to intentional changes for the sake of the story, partly due to set design and writing being separate things and background details often not aligning with what's in the actual text (in Leverage: Redemption, actually, there's a scene where Breanna asks Harry why his dating profile has his height listed as six inches shorter than he actually is, but if we look at the screen, it claims he's 6'1", which I assume is his actual height). If it's good, it's easier to just accept the ways in which it doesn't really make sense, or find ways to justify it. The Pitt also has a questionable timeline. This is mostly because it's vague enough that we can't make sense of certain things yet, not because it doesn't make any sense. But the one fixed point we have – Adamson's death, four years before the events of the show – makes a lot of things both very weird and very interesting.

We know that the show takes place in approximately September – Santos is a new intern, but spent a couple months at a pain clinic first, and residencies typically start in July. Therefore, everyone is very early into their year. Eg: Javadi has only recently started her third year of med school, Mel and McKay are barely into their second year of residency, etc. This implies that Samira was in her third year of med school at the time of Adamson's death. Why is this weird? Because people have pointed out the pictures by Adamson's bed in Robby's flashback, and the fact one of them displayed what looked to be Adamson with Robby, Perlah, and Samira. Med school rotations are only a few weeks. Excluding the possibility of a pre-existing relationship, given Samira, like everyone else except Dana, seems unaware until told that it's the anniversary of Adamson's death and not personally affected, they could not have known each other long/well. Even if she finished her rotation and they kept in touch, it'd have been a couple months, tops. But she was in one of the two pictures at his bedside. They could have opted for any other picture – a solo Adamson and Robby one would have been what I'd expect. Maybe Collins or Langdon in there, given that they were going to be intenrs there the next year. But they went with one featuring Samira. This picture could be an indication that Adamson had imagined Samira as what Robby was to him.

So, we know Samira probably went to med school in Pittsburgh. Not necessarily, she might have done an away rotation, but it seems most likely that she wound up at PTMC because that's where her university sent people. More to the point...PTMC's emergency department, as we see it, seems to be extremely small. Samira seems to report directly to Robby, the department head. If there's a separate program director who is supposed to be responsible for the residents, they're not someone we've met. From what I understand, residency interviews are usually in October to December of the fourth year, and consist of multiple parts, or a panel – program director, residents, attendings. So the first interviews after Adamson's death would have been Collins and Langdon...but if there was some time between an interim head of the department being appointed and Robby officially getting the job, and there was a few months of him getting settled into the job and things returning to normal at PTMC after the COVID waves....Samira might be Robby's first real resident hire where he was involved and responsible.

[hansrkive]

THE WOMEN OF HANNAM-DONG (C.SC — 18+)

CHAPTER 3 — BODIES, BODIES, BODIES

The neighborhood of Hannam-dong, or as tourists would call, "the land of the rich", is a place where you can visit and relax. You would think, a small neighborhood like Hannam-dong wouldn't hoard any dark secrets. That everyone that lives there were innocent. Well you're wrong. In this small neighborhood, everyone knows everyone. If you think your secret is safe, you're wrong. They'll find out, whether you like it or not.

THIS BOOK HAS MULTIPLE CHAPTERS WITH THE POSSIBILITY OF IT BECOMING A SERIES. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

౨ৎ PAIRING: choi seungcheol x song hyeri (afab!oc)

౨ৎ GENRE: angst, thriller, murder-mystery, and crime.

౨ৎ TAGS: mentions of death, murder, gossip, blood, cursing, gore, torture, and suggestive themes.

౨ৎ NOTES: i am so excited to write this oh my god i honestly think i’d write more murder mystery novels once i graduate college lmao

౨ৎ HYPERLINKS: pinned post, ko-fi, seventeen’s master-list, seungcheol’s master-list, and the women of hannam-dong chapter list.

౨ৎ WORDCOUNT: 1.04K for chapter 3.

In all fairness, I craved drama. It’s what kept this small community going. At least everyone had hobbies while I was gone. Ever since the dinner happened, our neighbors, who also had their fair share of family problems, have been nonstop talking about my family. Is television not a thing here? I swear, I could feel the nape of my neck burning from all the eyes looking at me.

After a few days of eyes following us, the gossiping eventually died down. “Fucking finally.” I sighed, a smoke escaping my lips. Ho-sook, who finally arrived at the compound, took a cigarette from my stash and lit it with her own lighter.

“You’re acting as if this whole fucking town doesn’t eat gossip for breakfast.” Ho-sook laughed.

“Well, a girl can dream,” I said, pressing the cigarette butt onto the wooden bench Ho-sook and I loved as kids. “Can you tell me more about this Seung-cheol?” I asked, earning a howl from Ho-sook.

“Oh, god,” Ho-sook cackled. “Don’t tell me you’ve fallen for his wits and charms?”

“What? No!” I whined. “I’m just curious, jeez.”

“I was just joking, lighten up.” Ho-sook laughed, lighting another cigarette. “He’s your typical rich boy, silver spoon, old-money dude. He was born rich, and he’s going to die rich. Basically like us, instead, he has a penis.”

“Other than the obvious, please.” I laughed. I knew he was rich. I mean, who didn’t? Rich people are only friends with other rich people. You would never see my grandmother hanging out with someone in a different tax bracket. Sad, but what can I say, that’s the world we’re living in.

“Oh, so you want the dark, gritty truth?” Ho-sook smirked. “He has a body on him,” Ho-sook whispered nonchalantly, too nonchalant if you asked me.

“Who?” I asked, knowing what kind of body Ho-sook was saying.

Before telling me who, Ho-sook looked around to see if there was anyone around us. Luckily, it was just us and some birds flying around. “It was an art trade gone bad. He paid over a billion won for this old painting, but he got scammed; the painting was fake. He shot the guy point blank.”

“No jail time?” I asked, my curiosity over this man growing.

“God, no.” Ho-sook sighed. “It’s an open secret. Plus, the police are scared of his family. They’re untouchable. I mean, they’re in the government, and his father is a politician. How can you not be scared?”

Hearing everything Ho-sook said should’ve made me frightened. It should’ve been a warning of some sort. That I should steer clear of Seung-cheol. “Ms. Hye-ri?” a voice called. It was Mr. Park who was trying to catch his breath. “Mr. Choi is on the phone for you.” Mr. Park said, making Ho-sook laugh.

“Hello?” I whispered, trying to catch my breath from walking up a hill to my grandparents’ home. Since Ho-sook wanted that juicy scoop, her words, not mine — she was also out of breath from walking. Honestly, we should stop smoking.

“What did he say?” Ho-sook whispered as she pressed her ear onto the other side of the telephone.

“Hey, Ms. Song.” Seung-cheol breathed, sending waves of shock to my body. God, even his voice made all the hair on my skin feel alive.

“What do you want?” I asked, earning a snicker from Ho-sook, who saw how fake I sounded.

“I just remembered, I didn’t get to ask for your number last week,” Seung-cheol said.

“I didn’t think it was necessary,” I said, trying to maintain my composure. “What do you want? I’m busy.” Seung-cheol wasn’t the type of person to play games. He was straight to the point. Just like how I want it.

“Your number.”

“You have to earn it,” I laughed, which earned a laugh from Ho-sook who was trying not to butt in. “What do you think I am? Someone who’s easy?” I said. Before he could even say something, I quickly ended the call. As much as I wanted to call that a win on my part, it didn’t feel like it. It felt as if I were being dragged to the depths of hell.

In my world, there are two types of people. The one who will drag you out of hell to save you and the one who will drag you into hell to kill you. My grandmother, God protect her, will be the one to drag you out of hell. Yet, she’s also the type of person who would kill everyone just to save you, hypothetical, obviously. For my aunts and uncles, scratch that, my apologies — my backstabbing, evil, do-no-good aunts and uncles, will kill you and worst of all, toss your body onto a boiling, hot lava and just leave. “Hye-ri’s not yet ready.” Aunt Ha-neul whispered.

She probably didn’t know I was on my balcony, a cigarette resting on my lips as I flipped the magazine slowly. “Well, she has to be,” my mother yelled. “It has to happen, Ha-neul. Whether she likes it or not, she has to. It’s her turn.”

“But who?” Aunt Ha-neul asked. “Should we look for someone?”

“I’ll ask Mi-ra,” my mother firmly said. “Her daughter finished hers already.”

Finished?

I tried to listen more, but unfortunately, I was met with a loud thud. They probably left already. “What the fuck are they talking about?” I whispered as I went back inside my room. My mind went to different places.

School? But I finished college years ago.

Work? I have a decent job. That’s not it.

As if a bomb had exploded in my brain with how hard I was thinking. This was the reason I left. Too many secrets, too many lives ruined. I should’ve just given up and gone somewhere else. Trying to erase what I had heard earlier, I took all of the old clothes I had in my closet, the ones I never took with me, and dumped them all in the white laundry bin that one of the house helpers gave me. But one shirt piqued my interest. It was soft, and it had my initials stitched on the hem.

“Hey, Siri,” I yelled. “How can you remove a blood stain on a shirt?”

[princessofghosts-posts]

Hey, since you’re an Italian PJO Nico Di Angelo fan, you’ve probably read ‘Un Natale Mezzosangue’, right? What’s your opinion on it?

My mind totally cancelled it because of how strange it was. I had to blink twice and ask myself why the title was in italian before remembering and going "Ah. That-",that's how bad it was for me.

So,first off first,I wasn't aware when he wrote it and since I don't buy books outside of the main timeline I had to read it in english online (I couldn't find the original version so I went for the translation). But it's wild that it got published in one of our most famous newspapers,sometimes I still ask myself how it was even possible. It also surprised me that Riordan was able to write a whole short story in italian,since it's a very difficult language to understand. We have a lot of verbs and phraseologies that even native speakers struggle with,and I know he is fluent in it and it wasn't that long but it's still impressive.

Anyway,I don't really understand the timeline with this one. It was published in 2020,a couple of days before Christmas (because it's a Christmas special of course),but I also remember that in the same year,a couple of months before,he completed TOA,so it must have been after the serie ended. If it's canon,of course. But the timeline is screwed anyway because the whole short story was set during COVID-19,while from TLT we can assume the whole story was set during the early years of 2000. Nothing new anyway,since we never specified a timeline and Riordan mixed everything up like always. Guess this happens when you don't establish a real timeline.

The plot? Uncalled for. I'm sorry but going to Florence just to find a gift for Annabeth,while also having Nico helping you? Naaah. I think it was a bit overkill,but maybe it's just me. Percy is the type of guy that wants the best for his girlfriend,and he did say that he thought they were going somewhere else,but going all out (and in other continents too apparently) for a gift that you can find in the US in whatever place you want? Idk. Again,maybe it's just me. Besides,Nico here literally hijacked the original plan.

The most important thing of the whole short story is the information it gave us about their biology: demigds cannot get sick from COVID-19 but they can still spread it. Which is interesting because it was a virus,so this means that demigods are immune to illnesses (as in,even if they are infected they don't feel it and are completely fine) but can still carry them around and pass them to mortals.

What I didn't like is that Percy was fine with shadow traveling before,but now he doesn't like it?? In TLO,in the chapter "My cookies get scorched" he described the experience as the following:

"I don't recommend shadow travel if you're scared of:

a) The dark

b) Cold shivers up your spine

c) Strange noises

d) Going so fast you feel like your face is peeling off

In other words,I thought it was awesome".

But in this short story it's:"he had never liked shadow-travelling". I'm sorry but what was I even reading at this point? Percy was one of the few people that didn't find shadow-travelling creepy at the start,and actually enjoyed it,only to have that trait completely removed??? This is just another reason for Riordan to reread his books or have someone do it for him and point him to any mistakes.

A good thing is that it got hinted that Nico actually spent a bit of time in Florence (even if it's off-screen),otherwise he wouldn't have known where to take Percy,and I'm happy about it. One of my major complaints about HoO is how we never got to see his nationality explored more,especially with the trip to Venice and how Europe (and Italy) got treated as this extremely hardcore survival land. I'm glad to see that he is still in touch with his heritage and is visiting Italy.

Another nonsense in this short story is Charu. I swear I had to reread that part multiple times,and I had to find another translation to make sure I was actually reading it right and there wasn't a mistake,and in fact it was real. Listen,I love how many pantheons Riordan tries to involve in his universe,but the etruscan gods too??? Isn't it a bit too much,especially because there are so many gods already and other than the Greek Pantheon (and a bit of the roman),every other Pantheon is kinda forgotten?? Why add another one??

It makes a bit sense historical speaking,because the Etruscans lived in Tuscany. The region was called "Etruria" at the start,but then it got changed to "Tuscia" because the Romans called the Etruscans "Tusci" and in the end it became "Tuscany" thanks to the roman's influence (the name derives from Latin btw). The thing is,the change started happening in the III century B.C. Italy was (and still is) extremely influenced by both Greece and the Roman Empire,so it's impossible for an Etruscan god to still be around,especially if there aren't any worshipers or believers. Well,I guess that Nico count as one now,but all the centuries before? Especially during the Roman Empire? How did bro survive to tell the story??

Only thing I liked is that he is connected to the Underworld and he and Nico already knew each other because of that connection. If Riordan wants to have a proper crossover,we know what character he needs to use (he will still continue to use Percy even if Nico is right there and can make it possible without any problems. Can you imagine Nico and Anubis in the same room? Because I can). Also,Dante? Really? That one was funny but if we take into consideration the historical era,and the fact that he wrote the Divine Comedy based on Christianity and Catholic theology,then it doesn't make any sense.

Also,why would an ancient god ask about Christmas?? And Percy's answer?? Not that it wasn't bad but I felt like the whole conversation was kinda...idk,useless? Usually when gods ask him some questions there is always something going on,but here is just that.

"Why would I celebrate Christmas?"

"Idk,it's for everyone and we need to be vigilant and optimistic"

"Good answer".

That's basically it. But I think it was more about what was happening with COVID-19 a time,especially with the pandemic and the increasing deaths. Gotta give people hopes in some ways.

Anyway,the gift itself is just a golden bracelet with a lot of keys that Percy could have found in whatever jewelry store he visited. But since it was made by a god,Charu hinted that the keys can open and solve a lot of problems,so I'm guessing they are going to help Annbeth in the future (if it's canon).

I like how they wished each other a merry christmas (given the last one they had together–) but I also don't like the very end,because what do you mean Nico called Percy "Seaweed brain"? I had to double check that part multiple times (again) because,what the hell? I'm sorry,even if now they are a bit closer than before,Nico would never. I refuse to believe that he even said that.

It felt like Riordan tried to write their dynamic forgetting about all the things that happened before. Last time they properly saw each other was when Nico told him he had a crush on him,and Percy was extremely confused (idk if they meet again at the end of TOA since in THO Nico was K.O. and Percy was trying to save the day),so they should be at least a bit awkward with each other. Especially with how intense things between them normally are,even without the factor crush involved. But nope. W the character and dynamic developments for those two,apparently they can still be close friends even after Percy realized he was shitty to Nico in HoH and without having Nico feeling awkward about his crush reveal (not to talk about all the other things-).

Anyway,the whole thing was a fever dream that I often forget happened (thanks to my brain for that) and that I also don't like aside for a few things. This short story is just another example of the inconsistency in Riordan's writing and the necessity he has to go and reread his books. At this point bro will write everything without even checking if it's true or not. If Nico one day ends up telling how much he liked Albania I won't be surprised. The whole thing was honestly unnecessary,especially with the inclusion of another pantheon (fortunately is only just a god and is connected to the Underworld) but maybe I'm more defensive because it's my culture.

[foryoufics]

Warnings: hints to abusive relationships, fluffiness, corniness

Author's Note: This is feeling like it may have to be a series...

Great job, Jade,” you hug Jade, your favorite student. You shouldn't have a favorite student(s), so ofcourse you would never say that to anyone aloud, but, Jade has only been here a few weeks and she was your favorite. Maybe it's because you saw yourself in her, and when you were her age you had the best teacher in the world, you loved her and never forgot her. You wanted to be that to someone. She would carry you around because you were the runt in the bunch of her k4, her k5, and her 1st grade class and being so small you got teased, she protected you, and she took time to teach you how you needed and she encouraged your creativity which being a very creative child who often struggled was incredibly important. You did your best, but, it seemed as though someone was always screaming at you to color inside the lines, and she was so patient; both literally and metaphorically. Jade is little for her age, she is five, but she was brilliant. You also loved that being somewhat on the small side to where most kids were as tall as you or bigger, you could still carry her. She and her dad had just moved to your town from South Korea and she already spoke English fluently and was learning quickly as well, she was also artistically talented as well. You enjoyed having her in your class so much and also enjoyed having her dad as a coworker. Okay, sure, he was sweet and handsome, but, he was also qualified as both a teacher and single dad, maybe, just maybe, you had a little crush. Even if you know it's not a good time for you to be doing so being his coworker and his daughter’s teacher, but, you don't understand how anyone could not. Ofcourse there's the small details of working together and being his daughter’s teacher, semantics. For now, those butterflies you've had from the moment they arrived when he walked through the doors of Rainbow Hills, introduced himself, and you helped him decorate his class, would have to continue fluttering inside your belly and chest….every damn time he smiles. You couldn't help the wishful thinking of how maybe someday, when Jade was no longer your student, maybe there could be something.

“Thankyou Noona,” she smiles up at you.

“You're welcome baby, what is Noona?” 

“Noona is like a lady-” 

“Noona means a older woman who's a mentor, sorry to interrupt,” Jungkook comes into your class from his across the hallway and helps his daughter explain before sitting on one of the student desktops

“Aww, thankya baby, I'm so honored,” you return her smile, “I've been really enjoying our after school lessons; I've been learning so much” 

“Yeah, I've been teaching Noona Korean while I learn English,” she tells her dad, “but, Noona is a little slow,” she whispers 

“Hey~, I heard that! It's hard for me, I'm trying, the characters look like doodles to me….,” you pretend to pout and all share a laugh. You had been having mini study sessions with her after school to help teach her English while her dad caught up on any work he needed to be done since you were both there after anyway.

“I'm sure Noona is doing her best,” he chuckles, “so what have we both got so far?” 

You and Jade both take expos and each write a sentence out on both sides of the board. 

“Alright, Jade says,” he blushes a bit and laughs at his daughter's sentence, ‘Noona has big Eomma energy'

“So, see you're picking up on slang?” He laughs 

“Eomma? Isn't that mother? That's so sweet~,” you hug her, “Thankyou, I am honored you think so” 

“Okay girls, focus,” Jungkook smiles, “YN says,” he blinks and tilts his head, “Oh honey, that penmanship,” he brings a hand to his mouth in feign disappointment and you throw the marker at him, which he dodges and catches laughing. “That's friends,” Jade points, trying with her dad to understand what you wrote. 

“I'll work on getting better,” you grab the eraser 

“No, no. The first two words are You two,” he says. 

“It just says ‘You two, are my best friends’,” you translate, “I'm sorry, I'm trying” 

“We know, thankyou,” she comes over and hugs you and he smiles from his place on the desk.

“Thanks YN, it's good to know we have one,” he hops down, “Okay Jade, grab your things, I have to drop you off at your Eomma’s for the weekend” 

“Okay…..,” the joy she had moments before immediately fade as she grabs her bag, “I don't want to go, can I stay with you?” 

“I wish baby, I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you on Monday….bye YN,” they wave as they leave.

“Bye, have a good weekend,” you wave and then wipe the board. You should probably wonder why the child didn't want to go to her mother's, but, unfortunately you completely understood how that was possible. You tidy up quickly and then go home. You had plans tonight, actually, really big plans.A few hours later, you couldn't believe it, you were there, the aroma of the fresh rolls was forcing their way into your nostrils and lulling you in. You take a deep breath in, “Mm~” 

“Ma’am? How many?” You snap out of the trance as the waitress asks, “Oh, sorry, just one please. Sorry, can't believe I got here while it's fresh” 

“Yeah, good timing, we are really busy tonight. I hope you don't mind a bar seat or sharing a booth with someone?” 

“Oh, I don't mind at all,” you say happily, company would just be a bonus. 

“Alright, a gentleman came in alone earlier,” she walks you over to a booth where you seen none other than Jungkook sitting, he already had his steak and food. “Sir, would you m-” 

“YN, hey,” he smiles, “yeah, she can sit with me,” he says happily and you scooch in across from him. “They're really busy tonight,” he chuckles.

“May I get you guys anything started to drink or some refills?” 

“Yes, please, a refill on the Coke would be great please,” he nods. “I'll have a coke as well” 

“Sure thing, could I interest you all in any of our special drinks?” She passes you the alcoholic drink menu. “We’ll look over it, thanks,” you chuckle. “Sure thing, alright, well I'm Jamie, I'm going to be y'all's server tonight. I'll be right back with those drinks and I'll have some of the fresh buns over for you,” she smiles and giggles as your stomach growls and leaves the table.

“Hi,” you and Jungkook greet each other again in unison before laughing, “mind if I-?” He points to the drink menu. “Oh no go ahead, I'm not a huge fan of the drinks here,” as he's reading it over you examine how different he looks outside of work. His hair is let down, sometimes he did that at work too, but, he's dressed a bit more casually. He's got on some similar jeans that he wears to work but he must've showered after dropping Jade off because he smells so good and he has on a denim button down shirt the same color as the jeans. “This one looks good,” he speaks, breaking your train of thought and showing you a margarita, “it’s pretty big, we could share,” he suggests. “Does it come frozen?” “I think close to it but not frozen” 

You can't hide the obvious disappointment on your face, “maybe I should have gone to Chilis”

“Oh come on it can't be that bad, if you went to Chilis, you wouldn't have been here with me or have these,” he smiles taking the rolls and drinks from Jamie. “You know you want ‘em~, look the butter~,” he moves the bowl under your nose and you take it, “Fine. Yes, you're right, sure, we can share that one” 

He chuckles and orders the drink, “I think she will need a minute, she hasn't touched the menu yet,” he tells her.

“I don't need it,” you laugh, “I’ll have a hotdog please, mustard, onions, mayo-” 

“Oh come on, you've been scarfing quick meals like that all week, you're finally away from the kids, have a big girl meal” 

You laugh, “okay, I'll have the salmon, a loaded mashed potatoes and a sweet potato for my sides, yes on the butter and brown sugar please” 

“Got it,” Jamie laughs, “date night? Love those with my husband, we have two little ones,” You both burst out laughing. “What?” She asks confused. “We’re teachers, at Rainbow Hills,” you explain. “Oooh~,” she laughs, “my oldest goes there! His teacher is Miss uhm-shoot, sorry I'm usually so busy his dad does all of the going up there and stuff-uhm, Miss YLN!” 

“Nice to meet you. Your son? Toby right? He looks like you, is absolutely lovely. He does really well-” 

“It's so great to meet you, I actually wanted to thankyou. I mean it, his first two years he really struggled with his behavior but you've really helped” 

“It's no problem, I love them” 

“Okay, I'll go get that food in for y'all as fast as possible,” she goes off, your booth is right by the bar so the bartender brings the margarita right over. You take first sip he is sits, as you're sipping you glance up to see him starting at you, “what?” You laugh. “Nothing~,” he smiles and shakes his head, “just that,” he gestures the interaction that just happened. “About that, should I tell her that he's actually still hitting Marlene and if he doesn't stop I can see Jade is about to kick his ass? I'm sick of telling him to knock it off and the principals aren't helping, they're basically rewarding him, I'm thinking of just letting her and acting like I didn't see anything” 

“Let it happen, hard head makes a soft ass” 

“Oh? I see Jade’s daddy is learning some slang himself,” you both smirk 

“Aren't you worried about Jade though?” 

He laughs and shows you a picture on his phone from her boxing, “Nope,” he leans in for a sip, “You look….really pretty,” he says, eyeing you as he sips 

“T-Thankyou,” you blush and are now sure your skin matches your burgundy dress and lips

“The lipstick looks really nice with your eyes, uh-,” he clears his throat, “Jade got a makeup set for her birthday and she's been uh teaching me a few things,” he explains

“Thankyou, and aww, you've been wearing makeup~. Don't forget to wash it off before work though, my dad did that once, at least now you can get away with sparkly nail polish,” you smile at the memory and twirl the straw, “you don't look bad yourself, I mean, have to be honest, you look like a 90s country song threw up and you belong here-and I love it,” you admit laughing.

“So it looks like you were planning to go out tonight” 

“Oh yeah, I've been dreaming about this all week” 

“Y/N” 

“Yeah?” 

“This is Texas Roadhouse,” you both burst out laughing as Jamie brings the food back and you start digging in

“So uh….Jade….didn't sound thrilled about going to her mom's…..how did it go?” 

“......Well enough……we always miss each other like crazy and I'll just say there are reasons that her mother and I aren't together anymore….” 

“I get it, I completely understand, mine was…. something….too” 

“Sorry about that…..” 

“Me too……but, she's okay?” 

He nods, “yeah” 

“Good …..” 

A while goes by in relative silence, at least between you two, as you eat, completely unaware of the intensity of which you're being watched because you got lucky the music was good tonight, not the new modern stuff, you were distracted by the food and the music. 

“So…..you don't have anything else planned?” He asks 

“Just this and then a nice relaxing hot bath and seeing where the night goes” 

“I don't have any plans either…..was just hungry” 

You nod

“So uh….,” he pipes up again, “you look beautiful and it would be a shame if this was all you did….maybe we could…..there's really nothing to do in this town, is there?” He chuckles 

“Not really, sorry; I'm sure Korean was bustling” 

“Very interesting,” he nods, “there has to be something we could do, are you sleepy?” 

“I could stay up,” you shrug, “we could walk around downtown” 

“Yeah, yeah, that sounds good,” he nods 

“Hey YN” 

“Yeah?” 

“Jade is your favorite, isn't she? I won't tell” 

“Yes,” you nod

“I'm really glad you two get along–full?” You nod and Jamie brings you a to go tray, Jungkook insists on paying and you leave and go for that walk, thinking to you, it was much more romantic than it should have been

“I'm sorry to bring it up, it probably isn't my business, but, you and Jade are very important to me,” you think that they're honestly all you have, “what happened? With her mother?” 

“........it was really horrible, we were together for two years, but, life was Hell. She cheated on me….so I ended it and to be honest, I actually don't want Jade around her on the weekends either. I came to the states because I thought Jade needed to experience both parts, both of her cultures….I'm in the process of trying to get sole custody now to keep her safe. Thankfully, her mother is staying with my best friend, and as long as he's there I know Jade will be safe….he's a great step dad” 

“So she cheated on YOU, with your best friend? The nerve……it's good that you and him are okay” 

“Oh yeah, we’ve always been close. It's a whole complicated situation….”

“I can imagine…..I'm sorry….” 

He shrugs, “is what it is,” he takes your hand 

“She never hurt Jade, did she?” 

“She won't as long as he and I are around” 

“And me” 

“And you?” He chuckles, “And you” 

[calmcoldevening]

Hey! Could you write a smut scene for Rz Michael Myers where the reader is a patient at Smith's Grove? She is a very mentally ill person. She had killed her family at age 8 on Christmas Eve. She had been transferred from one mental hospital to another until she ended up at Smith's Grove. She had somehow formed a bond with Michael. In that scene where the two guards had dragged that girl into Michael's cell instead of the girl, it's the reader, and that's enough for Michael to kill the two guards. Then they have sex on his bed (it's both their first time), and then they both escape together. Doctor Loomis is like damn it.

Protection || Michael Myers RZ x reader

Tw: adult content

People always treated you differently. Some looked at you with sympathy, a little girl who had been a victim of her own mental disorder and had killed her family. Others looked at you with disgust, muttering behind their backs about the little murderess. You never cared. Your head was filled with the ugly voices that had once terrified your little self, but now only gave you a dull headache. Since the day the court declared you mentally ill, you've been transferred from one hospital to another in an attempt to find a solution. As you moved from one angry face to another, and from one room to another, the only constant was the hard bed and the emptiness in your head caused by the excessive medication. Along with the voices and thoughts, your feelings began to fade. You felt like an empty vase that had been broken and was now being obsessively glued back together with tape, unaware that the cracks in the fragile glass would never heal.

Smith's Grove was one of those places. You don't remember which hospital it was, and you don't care. A doctor entered the room and injected a white substance into your arm, examined you, chuckled, and left. The guard double-checked the cold handcuffs on your thin wrists and pushed you towards the door. The hospital was freezing cold. The walls were tiled, and the doors were made of iron. Even though your clothes were old and thin, it didn't matter. You had stopped eating properly a long time ago, and there was no point. The gray days never ended, and all you wanted was to die. It was ridiculous that you were still sane.

Because of your cruel sentence, you weren't allowed in the common rooms with the other patients. But in the cafeteria, you were sitting on the other side of a strange guy. He had long, dirty, straw-colored hair, a strange mask on his face, and a gray sweater. He looked quite large, but not to the point of making you uncomfortable. He was... calm. Like you. At least he wasn't as creepy as the guards here. He might have been around your age, around twenty years old.

The guy sat and stared blankly at his tray. He ignored the meager mashed potatoes and carrots and immediately took a small pudding. The sweetness quickly disappeared behind his orange mask. Without thinking twice, you took a plate of pudding from your tray and pushed it towards him. The guy was silent. I burned you with those blue eyes that seemed black. But you didn't flinch. I just took a spoon and ate a few spoonfuls of potatoes. Surprisingly, he ate the pudding.

This is how your strange relationship began. He would give you something more nutritious, like meat, because he noticed that you were a little thin, and you would give him all the sweets. You became a strange couple, and the guards would stare at you. Dr. Loomis was happy that Michael had made a friend, but he was worried that you were also not yourself. Michael was the name of the guy, as you later learned. The guards were talking very loudly. "The doctor said that this freak only eats if that bitch is in the cafeteria. Cute. Freak and psychopath."

But you didn't care. Michael was attentive in his own way. One day, the two of you were even allowed in the "play" room, where you were alone, and you just sat next to him, watching him make another mask.

It was just for a couple of months. You developed a strange connection, and it wasn't like you were against it. The voices in the head were silent, as if finding solace in Myers. It was a wonderful feeling.

•••

You woke up to the feeling of being dragged somewhere. When you opened your eyes, you saw the same strange guard. His fingers were digging painfully into your arm. Another guard, wearing a blue jacket over his uniform, was waiting by the door. They started touching you, and you screamed and struggled. Despite the calmness induced by the medication, the voices in your head were screaming at you to kill the bastards, but all you could do was hang limply in their strong arms or kick your legs.

They dragged you into Michael's cell.

"Hey, you freak! Look, isn't that your bitch? Is it? Do you want to fuck her?"

One of the guards threw you on the bed, pressing your wrists against the cold edge. Tears streamed down your face, and a pitiful moan escaped your lips. The sedatives made you lethargic and defenseless.

The guard laughed maliciously, punching Michael in the back.

"Come on, you freak! You want it, don't you? Don't you want it? Then we'll fuck her for you, you little shit! Like real men!"

One of the guards held your arms, while the other spread your legs, rubbing your thigh in a lewd manner. You felt terrible. You had no strength left to scream. The disgusting hand moved higher, slowly gliding over the soft skin of your thigh.

Suddenly, it stopped. The man let go of you, taking a step back and muttering an uncertain curse. His accomplice was already lying on the floor with a purple throat. Michael stood over him, breathing heavily.

"Fuck, man... what are you... We were just joking! Really!"

The guard backed away, but Michael grabbed him as well. He forcefully squeezed the man's face and slammed him against the cold wall several times. Blood splattered like pomegranates on the white tiles, quickly dripping onto the floor. Michael delivered a few more blows, wanting to make sure the vile man was dead. In an instant, the fog that had filled his mind disappeared, and the voices fell silent. He released his grip and allowed the body to fall like a limp sack.

Then he looked at you.

You were still sitting on the bed, your eyes slightly swollen from crying, and you were pulling the hem of your nightgown down as low as possible, almost reflexively. Your eyes never left the corpse, and then they moved to Myers' blood-covered hands.

He slowly approached you, kicking the second corpse on the floor with his foot, and touched your face. His touch was incredibly gentle, and his fingers smeared blood across your pale skin. However, you didn't seem to care. You pouted slightly and pressed into his touch.

"Michael..."

He was breathing heavily. His name on your lips felt like a desperate prayer, and he loved it. You reached up, wrapping your arms around his strong neck. He didn't resist, his cold blue eyes burning into you.

"They wanted to take what's yours, Michael."

He frowned beneath his mask. His strong hands settled on your waist, pressing you against his hard body. His fingers gripped the fabric of your nightshirt, gently stroking the soft skin beneath. He wasn't used to being gentle. But with you, he always wanted to do strange, unfamiliar things.

You rose to your knees on the bed and pressed your face against his neck, your lips gently kissing his skin.

"I'm sorry, Michael. I'm sorry. I'm yours. Only yours, Mikey."

His grip on your hips tightened, and you couldn't hold back a sweet moan. You bit your lip, raising your doe eyes to his. Without hesitation, you gently touched the edge of his mask, lifting it up. His predatory eyes were fixed on you, almost hungry and strangely longing. His skin was damp from the thick mask, and his lips were parted as he breathed heavily. A light stubble covered his face.

You leaned in closer and gently touched his lips with yours.

"It's so strange, Mikey. They touched me... it was bad. I only want you to touch me. Erase their touch... please..."

Your voice was filled with pleading, and a switch in his head clicked. He awkwardly responded to your kiss, exploring your swollen lips with his thick tongue. You opened your mouth willingly, allowing him to explore yours. Yours. You were all his, from the tips of your hair to the depths of your soul.

Michael took you by the ass and gently lowered you to the bed. The mattress was hard, but you didn't care right now. You were in Michael's room. There were Michael masks everywhere, watching like silent spectators, ghosts of your shared demons. The pillow smelled like Michael, the blanket, the entire room smelled like Michael. And you loved it.

You looked up at him with those soft eyes, filled with trust. So small, so beautiful, so his. You took Michael's hand in yours, smaller, and placed it on your knee. His fingers reflexively gripped the soft flesh. He slowly moved his hand up, absorbing the pleasant sensation of your skin and softness. His thumb gently stroked the inside of your thigh. You lifted your hips into his touch, biting your lower lip. He let out a low growl.

His hand slipped under your nightgown, lifting the garment higher, and he tentatively touched your eager center. You were already soaking wet, soaking his sheets. He looked at your pussy as if mesmerized, gently stroking the tender flesh and the weeping hole. You purred softly, feeling a pleasant shiver in your legs and a growing warmth in your lower belly.

You bit your lower lip and wrapped your hand around his, pulling his fingers closer to you.

"Michael, please.."

Michael didn't react, but he gently pushed his finger into your soft walls. Your breath caught. One of his fingers was like several of yours, and you already felt filled. It was so different from your fantasies of Michael while you played with yourself at night in your cell. You gripped his shoulders, silently begging him to stop. Michael obeyed. He buried his face in your hair, inhaling the familiar scent of your body. His lips were rough, and his stubble tickled your delicate skin, but at least it distracted him from the burning sensation between your legs. His free hand slid around the back of your neck, gently squeezing and pulling you closer to him. His tongue licked along your neck and shoulders, torn between the desire to memorize your taste and every inch of your skin and the urge to devour you whole.

Finally, you got used to the feeling a little and gently pushed your hips towards him, trying to take his fingers deeper. Michael grunted softly, inserting a second finger, and after a couple of minutes, a third. He loved the feeling. You were so tender and sweet on the outside, and so soft and hot on the inside. He wanted to stay inside you forever, so no one else could reach this place. His mouth was dripping with saliva, and he felt a strange heaviness in his pants.

"Michael, stop... "That's enough."

Your voice was pleading, mixed with a soft whimper from his insistent thrusts.

He left, reluctantly pulling his fingers out. They were completely wet and strangely sticky. Michael couldn't find a solution to the problem, so he licked his fingers thoroughly like a contented cat. You whimpered. Your clouded gaze slid down, noticing the large bulge in his pants. Your hand automatically reached out. You awkwardly lowered his pants and wrapped your hand around his cock. Your fingers couldn't close properly. It was big and thick, with a head that was already crying out for attention. You ran your thumb over the tip, and Michael's breath quickened. It was a strange new feeling, but it wasn't unpleasant. He wanted more.

Without hesitation, you placed the tip of his cock against your own pussy, feeling your insides twitch with anticipation. Michael grabbed your hips, entering you inch by inch.

Your eyes widened, and your lips parted in a silent scream. Hot flesh spread you open with a resisting tenderness, making your fingers dig into the crumpled sheets.

His head was buzzing, his entire being burning in a pleasant fire that burned every part of his massive body. He was warm. Good. He didn't know how to describe the feeling, but he liked it. He didn't want it to end.

His gentle thrusts gradually became more erratic and chaotic, and the air was filled with the scent of blood and sex. Your nails left red marks on his skin, and he purred contentedly. He loved being marked by you. As you felt your orgasm approaching, you gently massaged your clit, biting your lower lip. The knot in your stomach tightened pleasantly, bursting with liquid fire and causing your toes to curl. You whimpered, burying your face in his chest, and he followed you, painting your insides white.

You both lay on top of each other for about fifteen minutes. His hands gently stroked your hair, and you breathed in the scent of his body and the paint, and the mask was back in place on his face.

"..let's run away, Mikey?"

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And then comes the original script! Thanks for reaching!! Hope you like it ♡

[bryverros]

so this is where i humbly come in and ask your opinion on where to start with dc comics bc you know a lot and i trust your opinion and want more things to read. bc all the stuff i know now is from tiktok and shit. if it helps i lovee jason and batfam. HOWEVER, if you don’t feel like it that’s ok too but i figured i’d ask 🤓

i am SO glad u asked i used to dream of days like these

id start off from batman #408 (1987) to batman #429 (1989), that’s where jason first appears, his robin time and up to the death in the family arc (#426-429). so like the very crucial readings. special shoutout to #416. it was dick bruce jason heavy and i like it (i wrote a paragraph for this but i elected to erase it because i wrote down a shit ton of spoilers lol)

new titans #55 is a good one. there’s no jason there because he’s like dead but dick finds out about his death in that one and i am profoundly fond of dick and his older sibling guilt 😼 so including it here

if you want more robin!jason detective comics #569-581. he is so tiny and “robin is magic” in this one and its very endearing and i love love love it so much. like literally my son

more robin!jason. batman: the cult (1988?). BEAUTIFUL art and a very cool story, definitely worth a read

batman annual 25 (2006) jason comes back to life

red hood the lost days (2010) expands more on jason coming back & becoming red hood. bit eh in my opinion like definitely ignore the talia panels in the last issue lmaooo because why was that necessary bro but it does a pretty decent job showing jasons transition from robin to red hood

aaand finally under the red hood (batman #635-641, #645-650)

also check out teen titans volume 3 #29, jason and tim bonding time (he uhhhhh breaks into the teen titans tower and beats tim up. but pop off king because i liked the characterisation for both)

[corioliseffect]

new curse dropped: having fic ideas but i refuse to write rpf/don't think i even could

[dennisboobs]

most annoying thing about being me is that i cannot engage with like. any fanon shit about dennis because i'm constantly on some advanced derangement and the stuff i thought two years ago when i was first getting comfy in the fandom is still the way everyone else looks at dennis but i'm like. yes but its Worse than this. you're like a quarter of the way there. this isn't the interesting bit, this is a symptom of it, keep going.

[crystalkitty1220]

Man I wonder where the leader of the fear realm could've gone, it's alMOST LIKE NEVIN HAS AN