#also the jump from 'what if i say the wrong thing' to 'what if i fucking kill this guy'

[warmilikeit]

Isekai reader x Batfam (Neglected au)

Female reader

Chapter 3- Gotham's most beloved

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"wha- AGHHHHHHH, SHIT, THIS ISN'T MY FAULT", you try to tell the system "STOP! PLEASE!"

Alfred runs to you, "Miss what's wrong?", when he touches you, he feels it too, he lets go immediately, thousands of questions on his head "Miss?"

The system cannot be known. Use 5000 points for memory erasure or face another penalty

Time: 5 minutes

Penalty: death

"I GET IT! STOP! IT WASN'T MY FAULT PLEASE!! I DIDN'T KNOW HE FOLLOWED! PLEASE STOP" You yell

After the penalty was over, your breathing was heavy, tears struck on your face, the food toppled over from your squirming and crying

Alfred is right there. Looking at you with shock and worry "Miss (Name) what-" before he could finish his question, you moved

-5000 points

•memory erasure 2 minutes

He forgets, now he's just standing there awkwardly, not knowing why 2 minutes ago while he was watching from afar it was neat cute set up but now it's messy and spilled

"Alfred... Why did you come!?" You yell at him

He seemed taken aback "Miss I just felt you shouldn't spend your birthday alone, I was worried"

The pain in your body has subsided and you stand up, getting out of the tent, not caring for the rain "Can't you just act like the rest of them!? Can't you just hate me!?!"

His eyes looked at you with pity, but that only fueled your anger, you didn't need pity, you didn't want pity

"But Miss, I'm not like the rest of them, I care-"

"No you don't. You feel obligated, you devoted yourself to Thomas and Martha, you feel devoted to take care of the only thing they left, Bruce. And your loyal to him and everyone Bruce cared about, the only reason you're here is because I share the blood of your previous masters, you're not here because of me. You don't know who I am" you yell

You have a right to feel angry, you just got electrocuted because of him, he doesn't know that, well, he forgot

He knows you're right, that's why he's doing this, he wants all he Wayne's to get along, that's what Thomas and Martha would want "Miss... I know master Bruce has his shortcomings, no father should have neglected their own daughter-"

"tell that to your own daughter, the one you left in England to serve the Waynes"

He freezes.

You don't understand why the authors of this concept write Alfred as a good guy

"How is Julia? When was the last time you saw her?" You ask "Go keep taking care of the Waynes leave me be"

"Miss (Name), you are also a Wayne" he says

"No I'm not, I am my mother's daughter, not Bruce's, how can I be his daughter when he doesn't act like my father?"

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You wake up feeling shitty, your body hurts, your brain hurts, and your heart feels heavy, you should be used to it by now

No one in this house is ever going to be on your side, Alfred didn't care about you, he just wanted to preserve Thomas and Martha Wayne's blood

He knew you've been going and living with your mother's last name

And you've just spent 5000 points, you were saving up to buy a mirror that could see back in your previous world, it was 1000000 points

This sucks. You wanted your mom, and your other mom... And your real dad, and your real siblings, not these condescending assholes

In every reincarnation story, it's either possible or impossible to return back to your original world, you don't know if it's possible

"System?"

Yes?

"Is it possible for my return... In my original world?"

It is possible

Holy fuck, you jump out of bed "How!?"

You already know how

"what!? No I don't!"

You do

"is this like a Dorothy situation? Do I just shut my eyes and click my heels three times?"

You sigh, you might as well try, you close your eyes, "there's no place like home, there's no place like home, there's no place like home"

You open them and find yourself still in your bedroom "Well now I just feel stupid."

"Miss (Name)?" A knock on your door, "Breakfast is ready, please come down" It's Alfred

You cringe and remember your outburst last night, you were just so angry that he made you fail your mission and got you electrocuted

After a few seconds of silence he knocked again "young Miss... Are you angry with me?" He asks

Yes you are. You don't like how he claims to care but whenever he sees you being bullied by one of Bruce's kids he doesn't reprimand them, whenever Bruce misses an award ceremony, he doesn't force him to go, how do you think you got away without being known as a Wayne for 2 years?

"I'm skipping breakfast" you say (no you're not)

From your 563th mission, you had to perform a violin concert without any of your family members attending, it was easy enough and the reward was a magic mini fridge that gives you whatever food you want

As by the system's words "A neglected reader isn't worthy of eating with their family, they eat alone"

You open the fridge and somehow end up with fresh hot pancakes and syrup

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You walk through the streets of Gotham, you're 12 your bag is loaded with shit, pepper spray, a pocket knife disguised as a ball pen, and a taser

Why is it always raining in Gotham?

You've been dodging Alfred for the past few days, you can't rely on your magic fridge forever since Alfred will start wondering if you're starving yourself or something

"Jollibee..." You see the building in a far distance, near it you see a child in worn out clothes, he seemed to be selling something

Ah... He's selling flowers...

As you spot the cart behind him still full, he didn't sell much, you also see some girl toys at the bottom of his cart

You enter the restaurant "3 orders of C3 please, to go"

"um miss... Can you please separate the orders, 2 and 1, for the 2 please add some peach mango pies" you add

You wait for a while, subtly eyeing the kid, and your hunch was right an even smaller girl came with two umbrellas, the boy had a little sister

After getting the order, you come near them, is this weird? Approaching a boy, a little younger than you and giving them food, the boy looked about 8 and the girl 6

"Miss..." He looks embarrassed "We can't pay you for the food..."

"that's fine, just give me a flower" you smile "And also... Do you live in a neighborhood?", he tilts his head "Yes Miss I do"

"you should just work for your neighbors, don't stray too far from home, Gotham is dangerous" you feel kind of a hypocrite since you use to do the same things this boy did, at an even younger age "so your sister won't have to fetch you when it's raining, both of you might get sick"

He smiled at you "Yes Miss, thank you again"

You walk away, no matter how many years you've been living here, you still hate it, you were either born very lucky or very unlucky in Gotham

You see a woman under a bus stop on call with someone on her phone "Sweetie... Mommy is going to be late tonight, I don't have an umbrella, just sit tight there okay?" She hangs up "Should I just make a run for it?" You hear her say

Then you remember, your mom once came home soaked and feverish, she had promised to buy you takeout since you cooked for her the day before, she was worried you'd sleep without eating anything so she ran through the rain to be able to eat with you

It was fine, you had a jacket anyway, you pull the hood of your jacket to your head and approach the lady "Ma'am, do you need this?" You hand her your umbrella

She looked shocked "oh I can't possibly take this from you!", you give it to her nonetheless "It's alright ma'am, I have a jacket and my house is very near" (the house is a lie obviously), she smiles at you "Thank you so much, I left my daughter at home and god knows how hungry she is right now, take care okay? The roads are slippery" she says before leaving

You underestimated the rain and ended up soaking wet by the time you're at the manor, Alfred greets you and he looks away from you, he seems worried about your state but is ashamed

Then you hand him the flower you got earlier "Im sorry I lashed out" you say

"thank you miss... And I'm sorry for disturbing you when you visited your mother, I shouldn't have overstepped" he says

He meets your eyes and guides you to sit down at the kitchen, he comes back with a towel and dries you off

You need at least one person who cares for you, at least one

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You wake up the next day, finally comfortable to eat downstairs because reconciling with Alfred, you're the first one here, guess the family is still asleep, or maybe they already ate, you don't know, you pick up a news paper and-

"Gotham's angel.

Spotted giving food to children, and giving away her umbrella in the cold rain, we found that this kind girl is none other than Bruce Wayne's hidden daughter! After investigating some more we found out that (Name) Wayne donates books and toys to an orphanage without even her own father knowing!"

"Because that's the orphanage I stayed in!" You panic, you wanted to still be able to visit the few friends you managed to make in your days there

"She also tutors children from a poor neighborhood for years without charge and doesn't tell her family! True kindness doesn't need an audience but years of compassion from (Name) Wayne should be recognized, she's been helping other people for years without anyone knowing, a true angel!"

"That place was my old neighborhood!? What is this angel bullshit???" Hello??? Again those children are your friends!??

You've unlocked a special event!

Most Neglected readers blend in the background, but in some cases, they become popular through either being a celebrity or becoming a business man

You have become famous! Continue being famous and gain fans!

Special mission: Make the public like you even more, to 100%

Public love meter: 60%

Time: 1 week

Special reward: bulletproofing (Gotham is a dangerous place! Who says you need to be from krypton for bullets to bounce off you? Everything you wear becomes bulletproof!)

"So... If non-common tropes of neglected au can happen... Like if the reader gets famous, does this mean I can get superpowers?" You whisper to yourself

No you cannot. You already have me, don't be greedy ಠ⁠ಗ⁠ಠ

"ah.. sorry system" you whisper again

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Reader: having flashbacks to when she was poor and doing good deeds to those she meets that resembles her past situation

Gotham: an angel?

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@yuyuzi-ling @sweetsugerskull @butratherbutrather @yu-reiii @clementinesyummy @lfiee @iamapotatoe @type-ink @unknownloner1345 @randomlyappearingartist

[cyberhughes]

— 𝓣𝓸𝓸 𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ quinn hughes

🌊 prologue

next chapter

*:･✧* 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: quinn hughes x fem!oc

*:･✧* 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: injuries from falling off a bike, thats it :)

𝓐𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮: OKAY NEW FIC ALERT?! i had sm fun writing this chapter it was super cute,,,happy reading pookies

series masterlist + character intros

“LET GO OF ME!” tiny hands gripped the car door, small screams echoing all the way down the street. “rory come on it’ll be okay!”

it was april, 2009 when the gray family had just arrived to their new home in toronto. aurora, the youngest daughter was being pried off of the car door by her older brother, ashton. being only 6 years old, moving across the country was possibly the worst thing that could happen to her after having established her own friends back in kelowna— that or having her cereal in the wrong coloured bowl.

“come on you’ll like it! your bedroom has a big window!” ashton looked around in embarrassment seeing if anyone on the street was witnessing his sisters freak out. ashton was 10, the age where he started to find small things embarrassing and tried to be cool. he also wasn’t the most thrilled about their move, but it was happening and there wasn’t anything they could do to stop it. which is why he was currently trying to yank his sister off of their car. who knew kids had such strong grips?

“just leave her, she’ll calm down.” their mother approached, smiling gently. she knew that the only way to get her out of a freak out like this was to just leave her alone and let her calm down herself.

ashton shrugged, throwing his hands in the air before following his mother into the house to check out his bedroom. aurora slumped onto the ground pouting, wiping a few tears from her face. she stared at her pink sparkly sketchers and sniffled.

as she stared at her shoes she saw another pair of blue sketchers walk up towards her. “go away ash.” she mumbled, trying to stop herself from crying again. “who’s ash?” she whipped her head up to look at who was speaking, having mistaken them for her brother.

it was a small boy, maybe around her age with blonde hair and brown eyes. “i’m luke!” he grinned, some candy or something stuck in one of his teeth. aurora didn’t say anything, and she just stared at him with a blank expression, tears dried on her cheeks. “what’s your name?” his smile never faltered.

aurora stood up off the ground, dusting off her blue corduroy pants. “i’m rory.” she wiped the tears off her face with her sleeve. he cocked his head to the side as he observed her expression. “why are you sad?” he stepped closer to examine her.

“i wanna go home.” she pouted, tears threatening to fall back down as she was reminded of her situation. luke’s eyes widened as he watched the girl begin to cry again.

“LUKE! what are you doing!” an older boy came jogging towards, with another small boy trailing behind him, jumping as he tried to put his shoes on.

“she’s crying.” luke pointed at aurora who was going back and forth from wiping her tears and chewing her sleeves in nervousness

“hey what’s wrong?” the eldest boy bent down to her height. she pouted and shook her head, not wanting to answer.

“you just moved here right? i’m quinn.” the boy smiled softly at her, not wanting to scare her away. “these are my younger brothers, jack and luke.” he motioned and the boys waved with big smiles on their faces.

“let’s be friends!” luke and jack jumped up and down and aurora let out a laugh at how silly they looked.

“oh i see a smile!” quinn teased and she laughed more, unable to fight her growing grin.

“what’s going on out here?” aurora’s mom stepped out of the house, hands rested on her hips as ashton followed behind.

“hi, i’m quinn and these are my younger brothers jack and luke.” the younger boys still jumping up and down, “RORY IS GONNA BE OUR NEW FRIEND!”

aurora’s mom turned to face her daughter, her little fists gripping the edge of her sweater with a grin on her face, and a gleam in her eyes to contrast the tears on her cheeks.

they’d be the best of friends.

“rory, be careful!” ashton called out as he eyed his sister’s dangerous activities, pausing his game of street hockey with quinn and jack to warn her.

it was fall of 2011, the street was painted with leaves of every shade of orange, and rory was currently riding on the front handle bars of luke’s bike, bursting into fits of giggles as they paced up and down the street.

“looks kinda fun actually…” jack mumbled, manoeuvring a ball with his stick back and forth and quinn gave him a stern look. “don’t you dare.”

“faster lukey!” aurora giggled, tightening her grip on the bike, “i’m going as fast as i can!” he laughed, trying the speed up but his legs were burning, he didn’t mind though. he just wanted to make her laugh.

as they headed back in the direction of their houses, a few leaves that were blown in the wind got caught in the bike chain, making it stop abruptly and flinging aurora off of the front.

the three boys playing hockey hadn’t noticed the accident until they heard her cries. “oh my god, ash get your mom!” quinn exclaimed, immediately dropping the stick and running towards the scene.

she was on the ground on her hands and knees, tears falling down onto the pavement. she didn’t move, the stinging on her skin far too intense.

“rory, i’m sorry!” luke hopped off the bike, and rushing to her side. “oh no…” his eyes widened as he saw the blood on the pavement, stomach dropping at the fact that he had hurt her.

“hey hey…” quinn approached, bending down to her level. she looked up through teary eyes and could see him in front of her, with jack and her brother running into the house in the far distance.

“can you stand up?” he asked softly and she shook her head, biting her lip. “it’s okay, your mom’s coming, kay?” he reassured and she nodded and her lips quivered.

“here, just try and sit down.” he helped her off of her hands and onto her butt, grimacing when he saw the wounds on her knees and palms. there were giant holes in the knees of her star printed pants, now soaked in blood.

“i’m so sorry rory!” luke said with a shaky voice, tears welling in his eyes as he observed her wounds. “s’ okay lukey.” she said quietly and went to wipe her tears but winced when her sleeves grazed the gash on her hand.

“just sit, you’re okay.” quinn motioned for her to stop moving, and reached his hand out to wipe away her tears for her, offering a soft smile as she leant into his hand.

it was 2011 when aurora first realized she had a crush on quinn hughes.

“rory go away please! go play with jack and luke!” aurora pouted at her brothers words. she had been standing outside her brothers door, knocking and knocking. he had a girl in there, his first ‘girlfriend’ at age 13 and aurora just wanted to meet her, not seeing many girls around the house often.

she huffed and crossed her arms. she had already walked over to the hughes’ house earlier, jack was at a friend’s house and luke was feeling under the weather and needed to rest.

she groaned in frustration, heading outside to play by herself. she grabbed a bucket of chalk on the way out from the garage, humming a taylor swift song.

she plopped onto the ground, beginning to decorate the driveway with her doodles.

quinn went to open his bedroom window for a breeze when he saw aurora sitting outside by herself. he felt guilty, he knew she had come by to see if his brothers could play, he had also received a snap from ashton, a girl visible in his room. he sighed and threw on a hoodie before heading next door.

“hey! need some company?” he asked, hands tucked in his pockets as he approached her, admiring her drawings. she shrugged in silence, continuing to trace lines.

“cool drawings, you’re talented rory.” he took a seat beside her and she blushed at his compliment, thanking him quietly.

he grabbed a piece of chalk before drawing alongside her. the pavement around aurora was filled with flowers and butterflies, meanwhile the space around quinn began to fill with hockey themed doodles.

aurora looked up at him, admiring his features as her heart beat quickened. she knew that he’d probably be anywhere else, what 13 year old boy wants to be outside coloring with a 9 year old? she liked the way his hair looked fluffier in the slight breeze, and the way his face concentrated on his drawings.

“quinny?” she interrupted his concentration and he looked up with a smile. she really admired that no matter how annoying she might seem, he never seemed to have a problem with it, and would always give her a smile.

“yeah?” he responded, placing the chalk down. she got nervous and looked back down, cheeks heating up.

“do you have a girlfriend?” his eyes widened at the question, then he chuckled. “no i don’t, that’s just your brother.” she nodded at his response, and went back to drawing. “do you have a crush then?” she didn’t look up when she asked her second question.

“no, i don’t have time for girls. if i did then i wouldn’t have time to hang out with my favourite pal.” he ruffled a hand through her hair and she squealed, swatting him away.

it was 2014 when aurora decided she would be the girl quinn hughes would wait for.

“what are you talking about?” aurora’s voice was barely above a whisper as she sat at the dinner table, dropping her cutlery onto the wooden surface.

it was 2016 when rory and ashton had found out they would be moving, again.

“i mean, we’re moving rory. i found another job—a better job in california.” her dad spoke, cutting into his steak, acting like it wasn’t a big deal that they were making such a big move.

“it’ll be okay rory-“ ashton tried to comfort his sister but she interrupted, standing up from her chair.

“no! it isn’t okay, it might be okay for you since it’s not long before you’re off to michigan with quinn anyways! i don’t want to restart again!” she protested. she could feel a lump forming in her throat and she tried to push down her tears.

“honey calm down.” her mother looked at her with a sad expression, understanding her daughter’s frustration for moving. before they had come toronto, she was a very shy kid, but since meeting the boys next door they helped to being her out of her shell.

not knowing what to say, aurora ran up to her bedroom, hearing her dad call out for her to come back, but she wouldn’t.

she slammed her bedroom door and plopped onto her bed. tears finally falling onto her pillow as her mind began to race. how could they make her move away from everything she knew? surely his job here was good enough, what could they possibly need more of? they had a nice house with nice neighbors.

her stomach dropped.

she’d have to leave the hughes. she’d have to leave her best friends, and the boy she liked.

she was envious of her brother. he would be joining quinn at the university of michigan, not for hockey but for soccer. he’d probably also be able to see luke and jack often as well, while she’d have to be stuck nearly 3000 miles away by herself.

it wasn’t fair.

“rory, the boys are outside ready to say goodbye.” aurora stood in the middle of her empty bedroom while her mom stood at the doorway.

she took one last look at the bedroom that was once filled with posters of taylor swift and one direction. it was here that she and luke and many sleepovers, watching movies that were definitely not age appropriate and giggling so loud that their parents had to tell them to be quiet. it was here where she had told her girlfriends about her scandalous crush on the older boy next door. it was here where she cried, when she found out that quinn had a girl over.

she nodded, and her mom placed a hand on her shoulder guiding her down the stairs and outside.

she saw her dad and jim loading some suitcases into their car, and ashton chatting with the hughes brothers.

“hey.” she approached, tucking her hands into her pockets.

“you’re lucky you get to move to california, think of all the waves you could surf.” jack said trying to lighten the mood and aurora laughed, “yeah except i don’t know how to surf, jack.”

she turned her eyes to luke and could feel the tears she was trying so hard to fight come up to the surface. luke tried to seem cool, but when they locked eyes he started to cry as well, the two joining into a tight embrace, not knowing when they’d see each other again.

“i’m gonna miss you a lot rory.” he sniffled as she cried into his chest. “i’m gonna miss you more lukey.”

the parents stood by the car, hearts melting at the display in front of them. “those two are breaking my heart.” ellen said, placing a hand over her chest and sighing.

a few minutes had passed by and their dad was calling out that it was time to go.

“bye jack, don’t cause too much trouble.” aurora teased, and he rolled his eyes pulling her into a hug. “i could say the same to you.”

she pulled away and faced quinn. he offered the same smile that she loved and her heart melted. she went in for a hug and lingered a little longer than she did with jack, but no one seemed to notice.

“hey, you’re gonna be okay.” he pulled away, keeping his hands on her shoulders as he looked down to her. “next time i see you, you’ll probably have these wacky braces out.” he laughed, poking her cheek and she swatted him away. he always knew how to make her smile when she was sad.

“shut up, you had braces too.” she rolled her eyes but still smiled. she looked over his shoulder to see her mom and ellen hugging, and her dad and jim exchanging a from handshake and it finally felt real.

what if she would never see them again? what if they would forget about her while they’re off playing hockey, following their dreams?

“i’ll miss you guys.” she said, wiping her tears before running to the car, her two braids flapping against her back.

ashton said his goodbyes and joined her in the back seat. they waited for their parents to finish their goodbyes before hopping in as well.

as they pulled out of the driveway, aurora turned around to look through the back window of the car. luke glanced towards his brothers before booking it, chasing after the car. the two other boys looking bewildered before chasing right behind him. “DON’T FORGET US!” she could hear luke yell and she giggled. she’d never forget them, not ever.

she’d never forget her best friend, luke.

she’d never forget her partner in crime, jack.

she’d never forget the first boy to steal her heart, quinn.

[tammyu-2]

hiii i have another request pleaseeee 2012 leo meeting for the first time!

I love these.

This one is a bit cleche I must admit. But cute over all

TMNT 2012 LEO MEETING YOU FOR THE FIRST TIME

No mention of gender, gender neutral, some swearing, no mention of y/n, Leo being a dork, unproof read.

Leo was actually my first fav when I started watching tmnt

You were a very busy person. And by busy, I mean you procrastinated so much that it made you busy. And you were living in an apartment building. Luckily for you it's normally quiet cause not a lot of people stay there. However, a new couple just moved in next to you recently, and unfortunately, while you were trying to cram in the last missed assignments, you what you heard were some.... interesting... noises coming from the couples room. And it was NOT quiet what so ever.

You shrugged it off and went to go fetch your headphones, and you saw it with your cat on your windowsill. You went to go grab it, and while looking at you dead in the eyes, your cat knocked it out the window as it fell from lots of floors and landed in the busy traffic. You looked at your cat with the most deadpanned face as it innocently meows at you as if it hadn't just broken your most valued option. No more expensive cat food for a week.

So you tried to go back to your assignments, but unfortunately, the couple decided they would be going non-stop all night. So to clear your head you went our your apartment and climbed up the stairs till the door to the top of the buildingm of course you weren't allowed on there but as if anyone is actually gonna check up here in the middle of the night.

So, as you enjoyed the fresh air and the city lights, you didn't know a certain turtle was behind you.

Leo went out on petrol alone because, unfortunately for him, his brothers were being roady, and he couldn't meditate in peace. So he went out on petrol alone for some sort of relaxation. That's when he jumped on your apartment building. You had been sitting on the edge dangling your feet over the building while looking up at the stars. It would be wrong to say that he wasn't caught off guard at first.

So, against his better judgment, he stayed a bit, leaning on a wall just admiring you. But like it's not just you! It was also cause he had to take a break from climbing... yeah... totally that...

After a bit, you decided to stand up and go back, hoping the noisy couple decided that they won't go for the 10th round. Unfortunately for Leo, he was too caught up in his creeping her snapped back to reality just as you turned around and saw him.

"...."

"..."

Holy shit this is awkward.

"Um.. hi?"

What does Leo say at this moment in time?? "Hey, don't be scared. I'm just a walking talking turtle that's actually also a ninja!" Or even "this is your hallucination! You didn't wash your mug properly, so you drank your coffee with soap this morning!"

"Uh, hello..."

The silence was so deafening and so awkward.

"So... you come around here often?"

What type of question is that??? Because that TOTALLY is the angle I was looking at. Nice job.

"No..?"

"..."

"..."

Extrovert of the year, guys.

"Your not gonna run away?"

"I'm too sleep deprived for that shit to be honest with you. Should I be running away? Are you gonna kill me or something?"

"What- no! I won't I promise!"

"Good cause if you were, I have some pepper spray here in my pocket, and you would not like to see that go down."

After a few minutes, you guys were just talking about anything and nothing. He joined you in sitting on the edge of the building as you two just talked about what was on your minds. Of course, Leo wasn't easily one to spill things, so he would avoid questions that would compromise him too much. Plus, he knew he would be in trouble anyway. He wasn't supposed to let you see him... but for some reason, he trusted you a little bit.

"So, what are you?"

"I'm actually a turtle that got mutated into this."

"That explains alot. So do you like remember when you were just a turtle?"

"Not really. It's like when I was still super young. It would have been hard to remember. Plus, I doubt normal turtles have mindsets at all."

"Good. I doubt my old class pet would have wanted to hear all the bullshit the class clown spewed from his mouth."

"I doubt I'd want to be trapped in a classroom hearing kids talk about the darnest stuff anyway."

It was so easy to talk to you. The conversation always just flowed on nicely. You guys spent long on the roof till the sky turned orange. He eventually had to leave but not before giving you a small salute with an endearing smile as you waved him bye.

After that you passed into your bed once you made it. You would have to do your pressing assignments later. Right now you need to catch up on your already horrible sleep schedule.

Meanwhile Leo practically skipped into the lab with a bright smile. And even when Raph made a jab at him for being out too long Leo just shrugged him off and gave Raph a pat on the shoulder.

"And the leader finally decides to arrive. What took so long? You tripped down a building on the way here?"

"Okay buddy."

"What the fu-"

You two regularly met each other and made certain days where you two just stay up on the roof. One day, you two found out you liked the same comic book series. So you guys set up a little picnic blanket with some snacks and a nice view on the roof where you two just went on a debrief on what your favorite moments were and your favorite characters. You even invited him to your apartment, and you two watched sci-fi movies.

Of course, the turtles were suspicious of all the time he was out and how smiley he had been recently, but they could have never caught him in the act somehow.

Throughout this, Leo had been absolutely denying any thoughts that popped up about how romantic some of these hangouts were. But let's be honest. He deffo likes you.

This was short but sweet. This is so cute AH I'm jealous of something that doesn't exist 😔

But hope you enjoy your meal

TOODLES

~Tammy<3

[midnight-mourning]

Sending a couple request ideas!!

Mayhaps some sharing Christmas with the merbois, giving them presents (maybe some mistletoe smooches)

Or alternatively! An au of your choice where the bois see snow for the first time :0

Fishy Traditions

❄️❄️Midnight's DCA December Day 28❄️❄️

back at it again with ANOTHER mer au (making this my second mer fic ever, yippee), enjoyed writing this one as well, hope you all like it too ^-^

Prompt: See Above

Word Count: 1502

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"Put more over here, Sunbeam!" Sun calls out to you. "And here, and here, and here!"

You laugh, but oblige him, heading over to the sections of the cave he directed you towards, bundles of holiday greenery in your hands. "Okay, okay. I'm on my way."

You'd considered other, brighter decorations, but you worried about things that were artificial potentially harming either mer. There was also the concern of them trying to eat it, given they've attempted such with things like your phone before. You wouldn't outright say you didn't trust them but... you were certainly thinking it. 

So, you settled on what you were assuming—hoping—were mer-safe decorations. Things like fir boughs, mini Christmas trees, and of course, mistletoe. You hadn't told them the significance of that last one yet, you think they might go a little crazy over it and you want the place to be decorated before that happens. 

Moon tsks as Sun points to other spots for you to set things. "You're going to crowd the place and then it won't look good anymore. And all their hard work will be for naught."

"I'm not doing anything of the sort! You're just jealous I have a better understanding of this holiday than you." Sun sticks his tongue out at the other mer, who growls in response. 

You turn around to continue hanging things up, laughing at the two of them. When a wave of water hits you in the back. You jump, turning around in time to watch the two of them wrestle in the water, bickering about who's right and who's wrong. 

You clear your throat loudly and the stop, looking over to you as you turn around and point to your back. "Let's settle down now, yeah?"

Mumbling apologies, they separate, but not before grumbling and shoving each other at least one more time. 

You shake your head, sighing as you trudge over to a rock and sit down, having to remove your jacket and shirt to change. Luckily, you'd been planning to stay the night with them, so you could celebrate the following morning. Therefore, you had pajamas to change into, laying your wet clothes out to dry. Now the only issue was making sure you stayed dried the rest of the evening. A daunting task in and of itself. 

Once you're settled, you get back to it, finishing up decorating their cave a little bit after that. All that was left was to decorate the tree, with fish-safe ornaments or course. 

This meant two options really, candy canes and strings of popcorn. Both of which had your mers eyeing the tree hungrily. Maybe you should have left it bare after all. 

"You can't eat the decorations." You scold, swatting Sun's reaching claw away from the tree's base. "At least wait until tomorrow, anyway."

"But I know they'll taste so good." Sun whines, making grabby hands for a low-hanging candy cane. "Just a nibble! You won't even notice!"

You laugh, using both hands now to push back against his forehead. "No, then you'll want more, and more, and then we'll have a sad looking tree!"

"Sunshine I'm starving. Please, I'm going to wither away here." Sun's hands grip your wrists, pouting as he looks up to you. 

You huff. "We literally just ate dinner!"

Finally, you have no choice but to relent. Tossing not one, but both of them a candy cane to quiet their begging. 

You almost don't want to put their presents under the tree, knowing it won't end well for you. 

However, you think you're able to distract them with explaining more of your traditions. Keeping your gifts safe in the meantime. 

"And as a kid, we'd go drive all throughout the neighborhood to look at the lights. I always ended up falling asleep before we made it home." You're lying on your stomach, facing the water, as you explain to them. 

"I still don't understand these 'cars' you talk about, but that sounds similar to how we'd stargaze during winter migration." Moon's floating on his back, gaze unfocused as he reminisces. "The sky always seemed clearer in the colder months, brighter."

"You always fell asleep earlier, you missed all the good parts." Sun snickers. He's closer to you, holding your hand and snuggling it against his head as he rests against the pool's edge. 

You divert that argument before it can start, snapping your fingers on your unoccupied hand. "Oh! I haven't even told you one of the best ones." You reach behind yourself, grabbing a little bundle of mistletoe you had left over. "You see this herb?"

They both nod, heads tilting as they watch you curiously. 

It makes you laugh as you scootch closer to Sun and once you do, you lift the mistletoe above the two of you, giving him a kiss on the cheek. 

You pull away after a moment, grinning. "When two people meet under mistletoe, they're supposed to kiss. It's like a cute way to—hey!"

Sun snatches the mistletoe from you, now holding it up himself as he starts to pepper your face with kisses. You start laughing and putting your hand up to get him to stop but it does nothing. All of the sudden he's stopped, and looking up you see that Moon's dragged him under the water. You push yourself up into a sitting position and watch the two of them fight under the water. 

Suddenly, Moon emerges and swims over to you, grin sharp as he holds the soaking wet herb above his head. 

You roll your eyes, and give him a quick kiss. "You act as if I'm not going to be fair."

"Best not to take any chances, Star." He snickers, kissing you several more times before Sun gets revenge, dragging him back under the water. 

By the time they're done the mistletoe is unrecognizable. And to settle things you have to give them each their own bundle so to stop their arguing. 

After that, it becomes a game for them of who can get more kisses with you in the shortest amount of time. It gets to the point you have to back away from the water's edge to catch a breather. You're reveling in the attention, but damn. 

Finally, after sharing more traditions in the form of singing carols and telling stories, you start to tire out. You're ready to curl up in your sleeping bag and go to sleep, when you're suddenly surrounded on all sides by mers. 

"You two cannot be out of water for eight hours." You protest. "It's not safe!"

Sun flicks his tails and you hear a small splash. "We're partly in, that's enough."

"Besides, we at least want to give you your gift up close." Moon says, and shifting presents you a package wrapped with dry seaweed. 

You sit up slightly, taking the gift into your hands. "Oh, you guys didn't have to get me anything."

"Of course we did!"

"You got something for us."

You shake your head. "Still, thank you."

"Go on, open it!" Sun encourages. "We think you're really going to like it."

"We do, at least."

Sun hushes the other mer, hiding his face for a moment as Moon snickers. 

You're not sure what it means, and let it go as you unwrap your present. 

Lying inside is a beautiful necklace, consisting of tiny shells and little glass beads. Sea glass, you recognize. The center charm is a small sand dollar, with a sun and moon carved into it. Looking closer, you can see writing in their language. If you remember correctly at least part of the inscription includes their names. 

"Guys, this is, incredible." You rub your thumb over the carvings. 

"We wanted something that suited you best, compared to the typical choices."

You aren't sure what he means by that, but you don't get to ask as Sun rests his head on your shoulder, eager. "So you like it? You really really like it?"

"It's beautiful. I love it. Help me put it on, yeah?" You hold it out, and they take it, putting it around your neck together. 

Once it's done you reach up, adjusting it so the main charm rests properly. 

"Well, how's it look?" You ask. 

"Amazing."

"Just like you."

You feel heat briefly rush to your face. "Thank you."

You give them each a quick kiss, then settle back in their hold, content to fall asleep then and there. 

"So, can we open our presents now?"

You crack an eye open, frowning. "You've got to be kidding me."

"It's only fair, Starlight." Moon argues. 

You sigh. "And I was just about to fall asleep. Alright, fair's fair."

You haven't even got the words out before they're reaching over, shredding open the packaging to see their gifts. The chaos of it makes you laugh, and you bask in their excitement and joy at the presents, clutching your own gift in your grip. 

It's a Christmas to remember, that's for sure.

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Thank you for the request @baby-bloos! Twas a fun one to do esp since it gives me the chance to take another crack at mer things :)

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S2E2 - The Clue Write Up P6 -Land of Uz: from the final return to present day onwards

I am sure I can get this episode wrapped up with one last section so let’s jump on in. I suppose the first thing to note is that the double spread we see Aziraphale staring so intently at is different to the one that started this flashback sequence off. Presumably he has, in the present day, been reading through the pages as he been reminiscing. There are a few figures missing from the drawing we can see on the plate, most notably Crawley himself. The figure in the background would appear to be Aziraphale, though the features are vague and make it difficult to say with any certainty. I find Crawley’s absence interesting in particular, seeing as the presence of his adopted character of Bildad the Shuhite is documented in the Epilogue of the Book of Job, and it makes me wonder if Aziraphale was intending to ask Crowley about this when he emerges from his reverie (only to find the demon gone of course). I have so many silly little questions about this turn of events in the book shop: what was Aziraphale going to ask? Was he simply confirming that the footsteps he heard did in fact belong to Crowley? When did Crowley leave? Why did he leave? Where did he go? Was there a one-sided conversation where he announced his intention to go? Did he speak to Jim before he left? I don’t know why this bothers me so much that Aziraphale comes back to the present to find himself alone with us having no explanation as to where Crowley has gone, and perhaps it wouldn’t bother me so if Aziraphale didn’t clearly have the start of a conversation on his mind. I doubt we’ll ever find out the answers to these questions now either ☹

There is something to be said for Aziraphale’s character assassination of Gabriel at this point in the storyline.

AZIRAPHALE: You know, you really used to be… awful. I mean… SO awful.

He’s not wrong, by any stretch of the imagination. It’s clear that Aziraphale is confident with his evaluation, and I do believe that there is a part of him that says this both to help him try and muddle through the oddities of his situation and to provide some background for Jim himself. I also believe that his making this statement, out loud, to someone other than himself, should signal to us just how far his character has come since the days from Uz that we’ve just seen. It’s fairly clear to see how uncomfortable he is with Gabriel’s attitude and actions in the Land of Uz scenes, but he manages to reconcile this discomfort with the assurances that it was all for the will of God that things had to be so. Nothing has changed in the present day - Gabriel’s thoughts and actions have already happened and the reasoning for them is constant - and yet Aziraphale’s evaluation of the situation is entirely different. No more the compliant angel that can forgive any unpleasantness by attributing it to God’s will; he has seen the vile being for what he was and, perhaps due to his present company (or lack thereof), does not fear the wrath of God (or the Heavenly host) by pointing it out. Not only that, his perspective on the entire incident has changed. Where he previously showed discomfort with the actions being taken by Heaven, his focus now lies of the behaviour of a particular individual. In short, it’s a much more human-like response; judging thoughts and emotions rather than actions and outcomes.

Remember all those questions I had earlier on about Crowley and his whereabouts? Well, the next scene doesn’t really help to answer a single one of them, and may in fact just create new ones to add to the list because we see him walking back towards the book shop. So, wherever he went, he went on foot. And given the way the scene unfolds, it looks like he’s on his way back to the car to… what? Leave the Soho area? Without saying anything to Aziraphale? Perhaps it was simply to get something from the car and take it into the book shop. Whatever the reason, the car isn’t parked in its usual place. Usually I might say there’s something to be said for this but in this instance I think it’s just a convenience for filming as it could have made the conversation between him and Nina a little difficult if he hadn’t had to walk past the coffee shop before arriving at the car. Talking of subtle inconsistencies though, there’s this tiny detail:

Not getting the basis of reference? Alright, here’s a little comparison conversation from the previous episode:

So, despite the fact that Crowley is very capable of understanding and using sarcasm (as explicitly stated during the previous episode), that piece of subtext appears to have gone completely underneath his radar in this conversation with Nina. Personally, I think this has something to do with his personal stake in the topic of conversation - the likelihood of success of his rainstorm idea as a surefire way for people to fall in love. He does look genuinely disheartened that Nina doesn’t seem to consider his grand idea for romance to be all that love-inducing at all. This observation aside, the biggest thing this streetside conversation does for me is further cement my dislike of the Nina character (it’s the contemptuous “Mister-Six-Espressos-in-a-Big-Cup” line. Seriously, what’s that about?), and I don’t think that’s the intention. The entire exchange doesn’t even feel particularly natural to me - Nina’s contempt, the sudden rainstorm questioning that leapfrogs into an unspoken probing about Maggie, the defensive conclusion about Nina’s partner. It just feels so stilted to me. Perhaps it simply goes hand-in-hand with the Bentley’s unusual placement on the street - as a scriptual stepping stone to get us to THAT conversation about the Bentley. Speaking of which…

I think this is Aziraphale at his most adorable. Just look at his little face, so excited! If we ignore for a moment the fact that we can actually see him crouching down behind the car if we look through the passenger side window, there’s a little something that might be worth mentioning. There’s a little music “sting” we can hear as he pops up from behind the car:

Now, this could be just a sweet little noise inserted into the soundtrack for comic effect. In a really sickly sweet and fluffy way, it could also represent the feelings invoked within Crowley when he sees Aziraphale (*simultaneous “ahh” and gagging noises*). There is another possibility though, because it sounds a little like a miracle noise (hence why we have to ignore the fact we can see him crouching down beforehand). It is entirely possible that he miracled himself into position to greet Crowley, something which we have seen him do before (albeit at a time when Crowley might have simply turned and walked away if he had spotted him). And I actually feel like there would be more questions about his behaviour if he doesn’t miracle himself into position: how long has be been there for? Why is he hiding? Why does he wait on the passenger side given he’s about to talk to Crowley about the possibility of driving the car? How does he know Crowley is going back to the car in the first place? Just another batch of questions I doubt we’ll ever have the answers to, although these ones I feel less bothered by. I do love Crowley’s assumption that Aziraphale just needs a lift to go somewhere, and I find the idea that the angel just conveniently miracles himself next to the passenger door if ever he needs a lift to be highly entertaining.

This angel 100% knows he’s crossing a line, doesn’t he? He’s hilarious, honestly. And for once, has actually managed not only to read to cues he’s getting back from Crowley, but has pre-empted them, having already constructed a counter argument for what he knows will not be a receptive response to his suggestion.

I’m sorry, what’s that now? What sort of “use” are you both getting out of it with that facial expression, Mr. Fell? I don’t think there’s a single person in the world that would watch that and feel like the sentence was devoid of double entendre. Regardless, and skating over the comedy that is so delightfully crafted into this scene, there’s a clear statement here about the state of their relationship - that Aziraphale no longer considers the two material objects that they hold dear to one another no longer belonging to just one of them, but are shared. And it’s nice to see that the ability to read cues from one another has returned to business-as-usual so quickly - I love watching Aziraphale arguing that he can of course drive the Bentley because he has a license. I don’t really think that’s what Crowley meant when he said the angel couldn’t drive his car! And yet, the end of this conversation has also been carefully crafted by Aziraphale; he presents the care of the book shop to the demon as a sort of an exchange of trust between them (you can trust me with your car, and to prove it, I’ll entrust the book shop to you in my absence), but really he just needs someone to watch Jim, which I don’t think Crowley would have been happy to do in any circumstances. Honestly, this demon really did just get the bum end of the deal. This entire exchange, apart from being hilarious (especially that little hand slap that we sadly only get to hear and not see), is actually a lovely insight into a side of Aziraphale’s character that we really don’t get to see very often. He’s cunning and crafty, and mischievous with it. And confident. This isn’t him stuttering his way through a problem he doesn’t know how to get out of - there’s no hand wringing, no flapping. Just calm asserted application of plans. And it’s clear to see that Crowley knows he’s been utterly ambushed by it. Delightful.

Back inside the bookshop, we’re treated to an array of book titles. It’s been a while since we had such a richness of potential subtext, so I’ll break them down into a table and try and keep it brief. Here’s the shot of the bookshelf that Jim is “sorting”:

And the table below contains their details with possible links to the Good Omens storyline:

Link to @fuckyeahgoodomens post about The Crow Road.

There are another two books added to the shelf after the shot of it leaves our screens:

Pride and Prejudice, which follows the turbulent relationship between a young couple, who must overcome their pride and prejudices before they can be free to fall in love. Possible connections: too obvious to write down.

Good Omens. Meta-as-fuck. ‘Nuff said.

Jokes aside, I’m sure I have but scratched the surface here. I may come back to do a more thorough deep dive if I have time before the finale drops. Or maybe not if I think it might involve actually reading some of them - as I’ve said before, I find classic literature beyond dull. If anybody wants to take up the mantel on that one, have at it.

This last trip to Uz is one I think we all know and love dearly, and I don’t want to really spend a lot of time simply retelling what you can all see on the screen with your own eyes. Instead, I’ll just highlight a couple of poignant take-aways, for me at least:

Devastated as he clearly is, Aziraphale has resigned himself to his fate of being cast out of Heaven completely. No fuss, no mess - he intends to simply allow himself to be taken to Hell.

It would seem that, ever since the Garden of Eden, Aziraphale has been dispatched to Earth on a full-time basis. How much of his upset is caused by his sadness at being removed from Earth, rather than his removal from Heaven? Granted, this angel has proved incapable of separating “who/what he is” from “where he comes from”, which would present something of an existential dilemma to him, I just don’t hear an awful lot of regret specifically over the possibility that he could no longer be associated with Heaven.

We know from Crowley’s brief retelling of his fall that it involved a very long, very painful, descent from the Heavens and into the bowels of Hell. Presumably Aziraphale would remember the details of how the rebellious angels were originally cast out of Heaven, yet he appears to believe his descent will be somewhat more dignified.

Aziraphale openly says that he knew it would be Crawley sent to escort him to Hell. Why would this be? If he genuinely believed that his rebellious actions had been discovered, would it not be more sensible that he be summoned back to Heaven to face trial and punishment?

Crawley’s response to Aziraphale’s tearful please is simple - I’m not taking you to Hell because I don’t think you’d like it there. I think this speaks volumes about Crawley’s state of mind towards Aziraphale at this point - he likes this angel just the way he is, and even given the chance to place them on an even keel, allowing them to spend more time together, he wouldn’t do it.

Despite the fact that he has just had a hand in saving the lives of three innocent children, Aziraphale is still incapable of understanding that being good or evil isn’t as simple as being one of the other, that there is something of a spectrum involved. Not only that, the action he believes that has tipped him over into demon territory is simply lying, the insinuation being that if he had done what was expected of him, he could still call himself an agent of good. So, to sum up: lie to Archangel Gabriel = evil demon; allow three innocent children to be killed without reason = good angel. I don’t suppose it takes much of a genius to comprehend why this particular moral dilemma might have sparked a severe identity crisis in him.

Crawley’s actions towards Aziraphale (aside from laughing at his clear distress!) are (sorry Crowley) extremely kind. He understands what Aziraphale is going through, having gone through his own crisis of faith (and suffering the consequences) thousands of years before. And he’s not just kind in what he says, but gentle with it. He leads the angel to the only conclusion that feels truly justified and offers an olive branch of friendship between them with a veiled confession of his own loneliness, planting the seed in Aziraphale’s mind that perhaps they don’t need to be alone in their own individual lonely states.

Phew, that was a lot of subtextual stuff in that little scene (it’s less than three minutes long), and I don’t think it’s a surprise to any of us that the acting between Michael and David here is stellar. There’s one last thing about the scene that I think is worth noting, and it’s to do with the soundtrack.

Sound familiar to you? It’s no secret that there are musical motifs that run throughout David Arnold’s score for both seasons. This one (a particular treatment of the main theme tune for the show) can also be heard in the final episode of season one, as we see Adam running through the orchard:

There are some subtle instrumentation and tempo differences, sure, but the motif is the same. And why do I think this is important? Well, the subtext for Adam’s final scene in season one is one of personal growth - the events of the previous episodes have forced a change in his perspective that triggers the beginning of his movement from childhood into adulthood. Where he starts to understand that good and evil can’t always be simply defined by labels, that there are subtleties are play. And isn’t this exactly what is happening with Aziraphale in this final Uz scene? I think this is Aziraphale’s metaphorical “leaving the garden” scene. And, just as we saw him do in the final episode of season one, he goes through it with the guidance and support of Crawley. It’s a really beautiful parallel between the two seasons, and an excellent way to end the episode.

And there we have it, the end of this episode.  Looking ahead to my notes for the next episode, it looks like I might manage to get that one done if a few less parts (and that is likely to do with the fact that the Crowley and Aziraphale are largely apart for present day parts of the episode!), but we’ll see. For now though, and as always; questions, comments, discussion, always welcome. See you for the next one!

[stellar-collective]

OK WAIT lemme give you guys the rest of the context here. i have SO MANY THOUGHTS about these polaroids you guys. many pictures and more speculation + excessive rambling below

if you go to the official I Expect You To Die website, each game has its own page and corresponding polaroid pictures. the one for the first game just has screenshots from each mission, but the one for 2 has five pictures of John Juniper along with some basic information about him (including his height, birthday, etc. total side note: for some reason there’s a note that this subject dossier was put together on Christmas Day?? guess that we have confirmation that recon, at least, doesn’t get Christmas off. second total side note, JJ’s codename for his case file is “JUNJ_0013:745:01” which i think is interesting since double 0s like _0013 are often associated with spies (there’s even a book in ieytd titled ‘earning your 00s’ or smth) but 13 isn’t a number we see very often. in fact, the only other time i can recall seeing it is on the diving helmet in Hot Water. does this mean literally anything? probably not but idk smth to think about)

there are five photos of JJ to look at, which you shuffle through by clicking on them. i’ve got all of them in order right here. let’s take a look

so, it looks like i was wrong: the last photo in the stack, the one i initially shared, was NOT the only one with the red ink. like @dandorime i thought that the letters peeking out didn’t line up with anything i could think of, but upon closer inspection, it looks like the first photo and the last say the exact same thing: simply Juniper. the flat-bottomed J and big unconnected R look identical, along with the weirdly tall N. this still does beg the question why literally just his name is scribbled out (it’s in his case file WE KNOW IT’S HIM) and why the red cigar smoke in the black and white photo… i think that Zor HAS to be involved but i have no idea how. maybe they’re the one putting together these case files lol. one other detail i really like is how there’s red bleeding into the fancy script of the second photo, very symbolic

OK with JJ out of the way, now we can move on to Roxy! once again we get height, birthday, etc. her file’s codename is ROXP_1927:891:01 which i also think is intriguing (for one, she has her first name as the main part as a opposed to JJ having his last name w JUNJ) but mostly because 1927 feels like a purposeful date. i believe that 3 is the game where we pretty decidedly learned that IEYTD takes place around 1967/68 (the car model says that, right? am i remembering correctly?) so like…? no clue what 1927 has to do with anything, especially Roxana. once again, could be totally random, but compared to JJ’s 0013 it seems a little strange. we also learn that the file was submitted April 11th. once again probably has nothing to do with anything but whatever.

there are only four photos of Dr Prism, three of which i know for certain are found in obvious places in game

ok, as you can see, the first photo’s caption is in blue ink. weird detail: despite being in the same handwriting as the rest of the cards, prism_ is in all lowercase with a dash after instead of in caps like everything else. aesthetic choice? idk. her photo with red on it is the second instead of the last like JJ’s was, and i have no clue what that one says. the way it’s scribbled out makes me think it’s two words? the gadget she’s working on isn’t recognizable to me, either. it could be the bottom of her fancy gauntlet thing she wears in the game, but why can’t we know the project name? we are told by the Handler that the third picture happened “a long time ago” if we pick it up in game, which would account for the weathering (to jump back to JJ for a sec, really like the extra details of those two middle pictures being yellow and aged bc he’s younger in them) and then the last one is probably the newest. i’m guessing it was taken right when testing on her robots began.

so, to recap: JJ’s red ink just says his name. no clue why it’s scribbled out or why he has a colored cigar in a black and white photo. still have zero idea what’s going on w Roxy. also i am not normal about these games but y’all probably already guessed that

hey do any ieytd lore enthusiasts wanna speculate on what in the WORLD these two images mean with me

i took these from the official website where JJ and Roxy have case files to look over and they’ve been driving me CRAZY. first off, why does Juniper have a red cigar in a black and white photo? did someone do that on purpose? red, especially dark red like that, is usually associated with Zor, right, but then WHY does the Agency have these pictures with the captions scribbled out like that since both were made before any connection to Zor was even speculated?? like, for Juniper, if they just got this photo from somewhere random it could make sense, but what is UP with Prism’s? clearly it was taken while she was still working at the Agency since the file was made before 3 happened, so it seems like a normal classified document thing, but then what’s up with the color? there are five or six photos for both characters, and all of them are captioned in black and white EXCEPT for these two. the only connection that Juniper and Prism share in canon is Zor, but once again, these case files were clearly put together before either of their spotlight games occurred, so ???????

i feel like there’s enough of the captions still visible that someone smarter than me could decipher em so if anyone’s got any clues or ideas or theories PLEASE I NEED ANSWERS

[bixels]

tarpit site.

[sulfurrrr]

s2 of arcane was so pretty and fun to watch but. idkkkk the way they kept adding characters and storylines and stuff made the entire thing feel like an advertisement for LoL.

[melancholic-pigeon]

Okay this is the *actual* last comment, for real, but I just found out Spider is now smearing me as a convert and accusing me of being involved with drama I was not involved with because he mistakenly attributed my apologies for his public temper tantrum as being about something unrelated.

THIS IS A FALSE ACCUSATION and I do not appreciate having yet another bit of fake malicious intent falsely ascribed to my actions and* attributing a completely unrelated attack to me.

Also, it's very sad and disappointing whenever a Jew gets mad at a convert because something else is going on in the Jew's life and the convert happens to be in the splash zone and the Jew falls over backwards to smear the convert and invalidate her faith.

Just....the childish aggression is making me so, so sad and disappointed, from someone I used to think very highly of, who is now lying about me and publicly smearing me with false accusations based on a conflict he started because he misinterpreted something I said and I went out of my way to give him the benefit of the doubt when trying to clear up the mistake HE MADE that led him to decide bullying and attacking me for three fucking days was appropriate and okay and that I'm the bad guy for saying it's wildly unprofessional to behave like this in public to a former customer face.

Sorry, but facts, reality, linear time and the truth of what I actually said and did are on my side here, and I will not stand for being smeared and attacked and shat all over because I had the gall to try to kindly resolve his uncalled for, unjustified temper tantrum.

I am also not sorry that I left a side note in the tags that it was also unacceptable for HIM to drag his daughter into a stupid internet slapfight based on his own reading comprehension failure. Because it was and is unacceptable, and she needs to hear that message from someone.

End of story. Keep digging that hole as long as you like, Spider. It's not helping your case and is continuing to make you look progressively worse and more unreasonable, and the only person you have to blame is yourself.

*revised for clarity

[foccaccia]

does anyone have recommendations for fictional media that has like. actual lesbians in it. not like supergirl Two White Skinny Girls, One Blonde and One Brunette Kiss media, or "its implied lesbianism!!!" but just regular fucking lesbians

[brittlebutch]

finally found a place to read With the Light online and i'm thrilled; if you haven't read this manga i do Legitimately recommend it

[moe-broey]

My therapist hasn't killed me yet 👍

[the-acid-pear]

Hands of hips looking down shaking my head I don't know how to sugarcoat this so I won't but signs is so much better than nope. I don't know how people even say the movie aged bad. I think the feelings they have for the director cloud their view (I don't even know how either of his names). You got a 1:30hs movie vs a 2hs movie (I'm cutting the 10 minutes of credit for both) where in one you are never bored and are gripped by emotions and the other where you sit waiting for anything to happen. Like I'm sorry but there's no fight here. Hydrogen bomb vs coughing baby.

[aidenwaites]

Have I mentioned that this robot is maybe the most I've ever related to the inner workings of a fictional character's brain

[variousqueerthings]

the fun of having put out the "bj's moustache is gay culture" post while also headcanoning first and foremost that whatever bj is, it's not actually gay but something way funnier and more fucked up

[trans-leek-cookie]

someone talking about the ways media and common tropes/depictions of things that are either explicitly or implicitly linked to marginalized people are demonized and presented badly is not a fucking opportunity for you to flex how you're doing it Differently And Better