#and decide to be a crusader in a situation you have no idea how to solve

[satoshy12]

Danny learned from the Ghost Writer that other worlds exist, even his favorite world. The Justice League!

However, Ghost Writer has always been hesitant to use his portals to explore other realms. This is due to the immense power and danger lurking on the other side.

Danny's curiosity gets the better of him, and he can't resist using Ghost Writer's portals to go into the DC universe.

Danny was here to have fun, so he decides to dress up as various DC villains, but with his young age, it has an adorable twist: he appears as a tiny child version of them.

To his surprise, Danny realizes that these costumes give him access to the powers of the villains. He seemed to mimic them, like he did in a few of his fights against his enemies attacks.

Like Ghostly wails with Dan or Cloning with Vlad.

And just seeing this would be much more fun! He started his playful journey to meet iconic heroes and villains.

The first one Danny met was the Flash family while dressed as Reverse Flash. He stumbles upon a face-off between Flash, Kid Flash, and the real Reverse Flash. With his childlike innocence, Danny manages to confuse all three speedsters, much to Kid Flash's chagrin. Danny began to tease Kid Flash about a prank he played on him. "It was me, Wally; I shoved the coffee table ever so slightly so that you would stub your toe right before you were sent off to school." "It was me who made your mother and father see your adult magazine!" Thawne laughed as he heard what the boy did. Leaving after Eobard was defeated, leaving very confused Speedsters behind.

Next, Danny decides to become Ares, the God of War. This leads to a comical confrontation with Wonder Woman. Ares is perplexed by how this young boy possesses his godly powers, and Diana is equally confused by the mysterious demigod child.

The one he had most fun was the Ra's al Ghul cosplay, complete with a sword. Danny found himself entangled in a battle between the League of Assassins and Green Arrow with his sidekick Speedy. Ra's was puzzled by this unexpected child version of himself, and Green Arrow can't help but be amused and confused by the whole situation. After the battle, Danny poured the ectoplasm from his bottle on the ground and jumped into it. Which made it look like Green Arrow and Ra's that Danny just jumped into Lazarus water and was swallowed by it.

Sinestro and Hal Jordan were bewildered by the appearance of a child wearing a Yellow Lantern ring. The notion of such a young Yellow Lantern throws them off balance during their battle. Sinestro and Hal Jordan are utterly baffled as to why a child could even wield the power of fear.

Dressed up as the Ocean Master, Danny intervenes in a conflict between Aquaman and Aqualad against the vengeful Ocean Master. Initially mistaking him for Orm's son, Arthur planned to talk with the boy, only for him to leave after the fight.

When Danny dons the Lex Luthor Warsuit, he finds himself in a confrontation with Superman, catching the attention of Lex Luthor. Lex is intrigued by the young boy's capabilities and is somehow proud of him, even though they aren't fighting on the same side. If Lex sees potential in him and contemplates offering some guidance, the boy would go far. The Suit was like his own.

At Last, The Mr. Freeze Costume, Danny intervenes in a showdown between Batman, Robin, and Mr. Freeze in Gotham City. The Caped Crusader is intrigued by this young "villain" and contemplates whether the boy can be taught to use his abilities responsibly. As Danny was just talking about Dr. Victor Fries inventions and theories, Victor saw that the boy had good ideas and theories.

Danny had his fun, and he tried to return home, only for the portal not to work.

He used it many times and had to wait a short time. Well, what are a few days here?

[cinamintyy]

Josuke x DIO's daughter reader:

A/N:This idea is so cool. This is really long but rushed in the end since I started this before the hiatus I took, but here it is finally. How you like it <33

CW: Reader is a stand user, parental death, I took a few creative liberties with the stand itself, fem reader, not proofread.

Dio was an okay father. He was mostly busy, though. Your mother died during your birth, and so he found out about you. Dio had sent one of his devotees to leave Egypt before the Crusaders arrived. You didn't understand why, but you listened to him since he was the only parent you knew, you never saw him again. You sorta just bounced around since after DIO died, the flesh bud he implanted into them killed them. So you bounced from foster home to foster home for about 2 years, some families were good and the others were... not so good. A few weeks before your sixth birthday, a sweet Japanese couple fostered you before deciding to permanently adopt you. And they moved you to Kanagawa. You were their only kid, so you had a good childhood. Except for the fact you had a figure that appeared when you turned ten, she was sweet and caused you no harm. And you could do so many cool things with her, yet no one would believe you when you would point at it. Eventually, people teased you about "being too old to have imaginary friends," or so they said, you stopped talking about her, and she was named Dancing Queen (courtesy of you). Later, you found out you could stop time. At first, you couldn't believe it since it was so short. But slowly, you could do it for about 3-4 seconds, as you used her to help you a lot in your everyday life. But outside of that, you resented the fact that only you could see her and did your best to live semi-normal. That's what happened to you in your last years of middle school. Your parents wanted you to have a peaceful high school life, so at the end of middle school, you moved to Morioh. The beginning of high school was on the rougher side, but what helped was the fact you were gorgeous (idgaf about what you say you are!). On the way to school, you witnessed a boy with a pompadour fight an older man, but were you the only one who could see the figures they used to fight? You know what? Never mind, you'd continue heading to school. But during school, you couldn't help but think about it, no matter how much you tried to take your mind off it. Yet later on that day, you saw a group of people gathered in front of a convenience store, as well as some policemen. You went over to watch what was going on, and you saw the boy again. There was a robbery turned hostage situation going on and the assailant had insulted his hair, and there it was again! A pink and blue figure and as though nothing happened the knife the assailant used was in his stomach. Afterward, you did your best to stay clear of the boy, whose name you later found out was Josuke. You mostly shunned your ability, to live normally, I mean even your time freezing became about 2-3 seconds from your neglect. You weren't going to let a person you haven't met ruin it.

That's how it went, at least for a week-. You saw Josuke at a new restaurant you had decided to try and before you left you both chatted and he was quite... charming. You both talked more and more as the weeks passed. He thought you weren't a stand user until for whatever reason he needed to use Crazy Diamond to fix something broken, you had walked into the room and made eye contact with his stand. He obviously questioned you and you genuinely liked him and wanted him to know so you told him, everything. There was something about him that seemed trustworthy. He told you about his nephew and that he knew who DIO was, you were shocked and told him you'd think about meeting him. A few days you had decided perhaps it would be best and told Josuke you wanted to meet him. After telling, Jotaro who you now knew him as, he got the SWF to do a DNA test on you to see if yours matched Dio's. (It did) You still decided that despite this you'd live your life as normally as possible until a little someone (Josuke) coaxed you into using your ability again. You knew about the situation with Kira and you decided to help.

You and Josuke got closer and closer until the day he finally confessed to you. You both started dating officially and god you two are lovebirds. Josuke and you love doing silly things with your stands, like using your time-stopping abilities to play small pranks. This isn't exactly the 'normal life' you were seeking, but God do you love it

[silent-sanctum]

HIII I LOVEEE YOUR WORKS !!! can i request jotaro x reader but where by a stand attack jotaro was now part 6 jotaro with the teen reader ? How shocked and flustered would be rrader by seeing jitaro in his 40's ! Ty!!!

hiya anon! Thank you for the kind words 🥹 Sorry it took so long for me to get your request out. It was supposed to be yesterday but then some mishaps happened and it was delayed to today. But here we are! Hope you enjoy this quick lil crack(?) fic I wrote 💌

A Mild Inconvenience- 6!Taro x Reader

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You have no idea where he went nor when he disappeared.

It was strange as it happened when you think about it again; one day, you and Jotaro were out and about investigating the area for any suspicious activity, and then out of the blue a random stranger jumped out from the shadows and made a weird proclamation of sorts about taking down the Crusaders.

It wasn’t anything surprising given he was the nth enemy Stand user they faced throughout this trip and judging by the way he presented himself, he’s also boasting a fragile ego thinking he was all that.

But an enemy was still an enemy so you and your delinquent partner had no problem beating him to a pulp. It was rather easy compared to the previous opponents they faced. His Stand wasn’t anything grand at all; just a small ratty pouch filled with sparkling purple sand.

The weird aspect of the whole situation was when the guy was about to tap out after being at the receiving end of Star Platinum’s punch barrage, only then did he decide to get a fistful of sand from his tiny bag and throw it straight at Jotaro’s face.

Some of it ended up on yours and caused you to close your eyes for a brief second, covering your face as an extra barrier, and when you opened them, you furrowed your brows at the sudden lack of both Jotaro and the knocked-out Stand user.

“What-”

You waved the remaining plume of sand away from your face as you surveyed your surroundings. Don’t tell me- You double-checked the structures surrounding you, the locals walking about, and the general weather. Nope. I’m still in Cairo. The possibility of me in an alternate universe can be crossed out now.

But that didn’t answer the prevailing question of where the fuck did those two go?

“Jotaro-ssi?” You called out to him as you headed your way somewhere. You don’t know where but anywhere will do if it helped finding him. Not that it would be hard to spot a 6’5” tall teenager among the average-height people. “I don’t know if you’re trying to get back at me for teasing you but leaving me by myself isn’t exactly the best decision, asshole.”

You kept scouting the area for any signs of him, turned corners, and explored every alleyway. And still… nothing.

This went on for what felt like 45 minutes and at this point, you sweated a lot and your thighs started to cramp. With your hands on your hips, you groaned in frustration, head tilted to the sky. “Wah, who would’ve known you’d use Mr. Joestar’s family technique against me. Foul play,” you scoffed. “I get it, alright? Just show yourself already.”

Just as you were about to call it quits and assume he just went back to the inn where the others were, something caught your eye at the corner of your vision. In the midst of a parting crowd, you could spot someone standing out from the rest. Someone with a signature ripped hat and coat.

You smirked. “You and your tall ass.”

With a confident stride, you stalked past the unbothered locals and made your way to the towering figure. However, as you neared him, it was only then you noticed the stark difference in his appearance; instead of his primarily black school uniform, he was decked in a purple-dominating outfit with gold accents all over. The design of his chain was different too, changed from the simple golden hoops to one that ended with a golden hook or anchor.

But aside from his grandfather, you knew no one else as tall as the delinquent, so you pushed forward and poked the man’s shoulder. “Hello, I believe you left something valuable back there.”

“Excuse me?”

You stepped back and gaped at the subtle difference in his voice. Not like there were any major differences. It’s still deep and gravelly, but somehow his voice was… milder for lack of a better term. As if it was polished to be more refined.

And as he turned around to look at you, you gaped at the visible changes found in your supposed 17-year-old boyfriend.

Jotaro looked older… way older than he’s supposed to. His cheekbones were more prominent, his eyes a bit sunken, gray streaks of hair lined segments of his head underneath his purple hat, and his hair was trimmed short. Not only that, it seemed that underneath his new flashier coat, he seemed to be built… a bit more. Resembling that of young, about-to-be silver foxes?

You cleared your throat and hoped the warmth in your cheeks faded as instantly as you wished. “Jotaro-ssi?”

He squinted at you, equally confused. “Y/N-ssi?”

“I don’t know if it’s just the heat starting to make me see things, but you look really different… and older.”

“Likewise. You look like your vibrant, youthful self.”

You coughed, trying not to succumb to bashful flattery from the compliment said by the gruff voice of this seemingly more mature Jotaro. “Clearly- well first off, thank you for that- but I’ll have to clarify some things.”

Jotaro tilted his head in curiosity. “I have questions to ask myself. But go on.”

“This might sound stupid but how old are you?”

“40.”

You remained silent, speechless with your brows furrowed and mouth agape as you processed what he said. “F-Forty? 4… 0?”

But he dismissed your surprise and simply asked, “What year is it today?”

“1987?”

Jotaro cursed under his breath, crossing his arms. “Figured… how the hell did this happen?” He let out a deep sigh. “Good grief, I’m too tired for this. Just as I was about to finish paperwork as well.”

“Hey Jo- err mister,” you said. “Can we talk about whatever the heck is going on somewhere that’s not in the open?”

He turned back to you and with one sweeping look around his surroundings, he nodded. “Sure.”

---

It was out of nowhere when he found himself standing in the middle of a marketplace.

Not even a minute passed and with a blink of an eye, Jotaro was no longer in his office signing documents but found himself getting pushed and shoved by a passing crowd of dark to tan-skinned locals. He recognized these buildings and streets. With a cock of his head, he said to himself, “What… Why am I here?”

Just then, someone poked his back. “Hello, I believe you left something valuable back there.”

Wait. “Excuse me?”

He turned around and he grew even more confused as he saw you- or rather, a younger you- behind him, looking up at him with an expression that mirrored his.

This was odd. The last he saw you was mere hours ago as you- a 40-year-old version of you- kissed him goodbye as you headed off to the Foundation to resume work while he stayed behind to focus on tasks related to his day job as a biologist.

But then he considered a couple of things: The buildings of Cairo, the locals, a stunned you being a teenager…

It meant one thing and as he asked you that question, you confirmed it and he was appalled. Nothing happened to him in his timeline, but it wasn’t the case for his younger self.

You offered to bring him back indoors where they could continue the discussion somewhere more private, and with nothing else giving him any solutions to his dilemma, he agreed.

Hence, here they were- sitting a couple of feet apart in a room of an inn with the rest of the Crusaders out still doing their agendas for the day. You sat on the foot of the bed while he remained leaning against the wall, finger under his chin as he tried to figure out what to do.

“Knowing you, I guess you’d rather we talk about possible solutions to your current situation?”

“It won’t be necessary,” Jotaro said. “As it always was with the others, it’s a Stand attack and it caused your Jotaro to swap with me, a future version of him. And since I’m here it means that the ability is currently active. The usual solution to this is to find the user again and tamper with his Stand to bring everything back to normal.”

“We’ll simply approach the old man or the agent currently working with him now to find the latest intel on the Stand user. That way, we can track him down faster. However, since they’re currently out wherever, we’ll simply just wait for them to arrive here and then we can ask for the important details.”

You stared at him with awe. “Woah, you’re much more knowledgeable about this whole Stand business than I thought.”

He shrugged. “Years of experience do that to you.”

“I mean yeah but it’s just wild how age can change a person because look at you!” You said as you made a sweeping gesture over his body. “Not only did you age like fine wine, but you actually grew out of your ‘tough guy’ act into this sage-like adult! Look at you openly sharing a strategy that isn’t just punching.”

Jotaro might have blushed at the ‘fine wine’ comment but pretended to not notice it and said, “I’ve always thought about strategies ever since my teenage years. It’d be dumb if the only solution to everything was a heavy punch or two.”

“I did say ‘openly’, didn’t I?” You raised a brow at him. “Let’s be honest, you did often resort to a classic Star Platinum barrage when it’s offered on the table.”

He thought back to his youth and took into account how often he resorted to simple violence as a quick solution to everything. Huh. I guess you weren’t wrong. “Well… you have a point. But let’s say it’s simply me still learning how Star worked. He did just manifest the same year as the trip.”

“You also called him an evil spirit,” you said. “Poor Star when all he did was protect you.”

Jotaro rolled his eyes and he could’ve sworn a part of his soul did the same thing in him. “I didn’t know better. Besides, he’s grown to be a reliable companion over the years. That I can acknowledge.”

Then there was a moment of silence where you just stared at him without a word. He kept silent as well, staring out the window as he waited for time to pass. “Oh by the way mister,” he glanced at you. “Is that a wedding ring snug on your finger?”

Admittedly, he never expected you to bring up that specific observation but he should’ve seen it coming when he had his arms exposed and crossed for you to eventually see. “Yeah. What about it?”

With a smug look, you interlocked your fingers under your chin and said, “Who’s the lucky person Mr. Kujo?”

Jotaro stared at you and various images of an aged version of you flashed in mind; memories of you during your wedding day, to when he accompanied you as you joined the Speedwagon Foundation, down until you brought your daughter Jolyne into the world and watched her grow into a confident woman with him by your side.

He broke his gaze with a cough and feigned casual stoicism. “I can’t disclose future events.”

Being the same perceptive individual as he knew you in the future, you smirked with a knowing look. “I see. I must say, how lucky they were to bag someone so intellectual and strong. What do you do again aside from tracking Stand users of course? I’m curious.”

“Primarily, I work as one of the leading marine biologists in the institute I’m under, but I part-time as a biology professor at a university in Florida as well.”

“Ooh~” you drawled with an impressed yet bashful smile growing behind the hand covering your pink cheeks. “Such accolades. Guess that interest of yours really took off, huh?”

Jotaro curled his lip, proud of himself for once. “It appeared so.”

“Gotta take notes for when 17-year-old you return,” you snickered. “Got any kids?”

“Perhaps.”

“How many? Girl or boy?”

“A daughter.”

You cooed, holding back a squeal of wholesome adoration. “I knew it. I figured you’d be a girl dad! I can only imagine how cute she is.” Jotaro smiled again. Jolyne was his little bundle of joy indeed. “Though if I’m gonna be honest, I thought she had siblings.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, weren’t you going at it as passionate lovers?”

Jotaro choked on his spit, caught off guard at the sudden question. “Well we are busy adults so we didn’t get many opportunities, but in the occasional moments we do, it is indeed… passionate. You did have the stamina and vigor to ravage me when you could.”

You stared at him, stunned. “What?”

He stared back, not registering what he said. “What?”

And then silence again between two staring individuals.

“Y/N! Jotaro! We’re back!”

Both you and he snapped out of the unintentional staring contest, each of them covering their embarrassed faces behind their hands as they looked anywhere but at each other. You dumbass. Why did you say that?

“W-Well,” you started. “They’re here now. I guess we start finding the guy responsible for this?”

Jotaro reeled from his minute-long foolishness and put his default stone-faced expression back on. “The sooner the better.”

---

Just as he said, beating the enemy Stand user the second time did the trick.

To start, upon seeing one of their companions aged up significantly, the Crusaders reasonably questioned both of you about what the hell was going on and you explained half of what had happened, only for Jotaro to help you out by continuing the other half of the conversation.

And you weren’t going to lie, but learning that he was able to voice out his thoughts more openly than before was both admiring and attractive. But your apparent affinity for hot older men with kids will be tackled on another day. Probably never.

After disclosing the need to locate the pocket sand Stand user, Mr. Joestar and the agent working with him were able to track his current location and the first second it was revealed, both of you wasted no time and hurried over to the man responsible.

Luckily for both of you, you didn’t have to resort to any more violence as the user- already beaten down and recovering from his injuries- complied with whatever you wanted out of him and let him hand over his magic Stand sand.

You and old man Jotaro said your goodbyes. It was nothing too special nor was it anything emotional. You were surprised to see a future version of your boyfriend, got fascinated by his progress in life, and now not only were you about to meet up with the current Jotaro and spill the news about what he was to become, you also got to bring back the adult to his timeline.

A win-win for everyone.

Little did you know just as the sand struck him again, the plumes still managed to fly onto your face and caused your eyes to shut and your brain to fuzz out momentarily.

When you opened them again, you were met with the classic punk delinquent Jotaro that you knew and love.

He coughed and waved the remaining sand cloud hovering around you and said, “What the hell was that?”

“An inconvenience that’s what,” you said. “Oh! By the way, I have something to share with you!”

“Same. You go first.”

“Alright, so…” You started with enthusiasm, only for your words to trail off as your mind ran blank. “I… uh, I don’t remember what I was about to say actually.”

Jotaro crossed his arms. “Oh really?”

“You know I don’t joke about this,” you whined. “Well, how about you go ahead and tell me about your day then, hm?”

He didn’t say anything as he looked elsewhere, eyes deep in concentration as he was trying to search for a specific memory in his brain, and after a minute or two of nothing, you smirked at him. “Well? Where’s the story time, Jotaro-ssi?”

“Fuck, I can’t recall anything.”

You chuckled. “I thought so. Serves you right for doubting me.”

“H-Hey, can I go now?”

You and Jotaro turned to the meek ex-enemy Stand user, hands up under the heavy weight of your stares. He looked at you and cocked a brow. “Your call.”

At that, you shrugged. “Sure.” You turned to the delinquent with a content smile. He, in turn, averted his gaze away from yours with faint reddened cheeks. “I already got what I need from you.”

[blasphemousclaw]

okay so I'm literally inhaling your blog right now because I'm having an autism about rykard, but I was curious on your thoughts on two seperate+similar things? If you've already answered them, forgive me haha

1) What do you think Rykard is like as a dad? He has his blasphemous snake babies of course, but if we put him in a setting and force him to be mildly normal for 0.2 seconds, what would you think?

2) What do you think his opinion of Rellana is? Since she left to go join Messmer, etc. I think there could either be a lot to unpack, or just another Blaidd situation.

thank you in advance! your blog is feeding me right now ❤️🐍

thank you SOOO much I’m so glad you’re enjoying the content :D

question 1 I’m treating as a hypothetical/au scenario in my head because I think that Rykard acting as a parent wouldn’t happen in canon; I think something he’s really conflicted about is how achieving his goals inevitably puts his loved ones in danger… I see him as someone who is relentless in pursuing his ambitions, which clashes with his love for the people close to him. Which is why he decides to offer Tanith the tonic of forgetfulness, in the hope that she’ll drink it and be able to leave him and be safe. Tanith actually deals with a really similar scenario when Rya discovers Volcano Manor’s dark secrets (which Tanith is complicit in), and she chooses to wipe her memory to keep her ignorant… basically what I mean is that as long as Rykard is running a serpent murder cult, there’s no such thing as “good” parenting lol… and I doubt Rykard in his current state is reading each individual man-serpent bedtime stories haha

BUT the fact that Rykard cares so much about keeping Tanith safe tells me that in different circumstances, he would probably be a good parent, or at least a loving parent that would try his best! I think there’s ample evidence that Rykard was really committed to protecting his family members and I have no doubt he’d do the same for his kid… I’ve also always gotten the feeling that Radagon was a bit of a distant parent to Rykard, Ranni, and Radahn since he was such a secretive person, and him leaving Rennala couldn’t have helped… so maybe Rykard would try to make up for that if he were a parent himself? I feel like he does have some uhhh unhealthy ideas about how the world should function though (“the strong take”), and I think it’s fair to describe him as a pretty wrathful, vindictive person… but perhaps in the best of circumstances he could become better? there’s a loving person beneath that ruthless persona, I swear!!!

question 2 is super interesting, it’s so exciting to me that we have a new Carian family member that Rykard would’ve interacted with! we don’t have a ton to go off of, but it seems like Rennala and Rellana were close, so I’m sure Rellana would’ve been very familiar with Rennala’s kids and vice versa. as for Rykard’s opinion on her, I think we’d need to consider his thoughts on the crusade… re: the Golden Order, he must have been a hater in secret for a while because Ranni brought him in on her murder plot. But he did make his own contribution to the crusade, the abductor virgins at the For of Reprimand… so I think either he genuinely believed that the Golden Order was in the right at this time (not impossible, Caria and the Erdtree were super tight back then), or he only contributed out of familial/career obligation. in any case he probably was chill with Rellana back then, but came to respect her much less in retrospect, like damn you abandoned your family to go serve this farce of an Order just because Messmer was there. that’s cringe. couldn’t be me

[mikeellee]

Can't stop thinking about a CiderDeku focused AU in which our favorite seltzer boy and Midoriya work as part time vigilantes together.

And since Izuku has a fire bending quirk in this AU, the contrast of his quirk and Cider's (who is named Mizunami Himura in this story) make people start calling them "Steam-Bow couple" as their unofficial vigilantes name.

Still thinking about the details of how they started their crusade together as vigilantes, but I like that idea I mention in other post about Mizunami saving Izuku from Bakugou when both of them still were in Aldera and Midoriya was around 13. Mizunami still was the leader of the Cider House gang (and maybe two years older than Midoriya) but later he left the group because he felt his members started to be way too problematic and getting in worse situations with civilians and heroes, something he didn't like because while Mizunami commited crimes like robbery he never tried to harm innocent people during his operations.

Besides he started feeling for Izuku after protect him from Bakugou, and since Izu wanted to stay with him after the incident they both start to get along and quickly became good friends, Mizu also helping Izu no being so shy and insecure about himself due the years of bullying.

He start helping Izuku to train his quirk and body during his free time, which served a lot for Midoriya to get in good shape and develop a fight style for the years to come as he still intented to apply to at least a low-middle tier hero school (and this will became important later).

I like to think the incident with the Sludge monster from chapter 1 was what caused a twist on their relationship, as unlike what happens in canon here when both of them are attacked by the Slime that escaped from A.M, Izuku and Mizunami give the monster a big surprise because they were able to fight back.

Slime turned to be quite vulnerable to water and fire combined, which allowed Izu and Mizu to restrain him in a bottle of soda and left him for the heroes finish the job later, as they run totally excited by the experience.

After escape and being safe, Izuku suddenly jump to the arms of Mizunami and they started kissing out of the excitement of the moment. When they calm down both smiled and since that moment they became officially boyfriends, and decide they would have more moments like this in the future so they will start fight criminals together.

Also the incident also give Izuku the final confidence boost he always needed and when Bakugou provoked him after school trying to make fun of Mizunami who was there for walk along Izuku to his home, Midoriya decided he had enough when Katsuki insulted his boyfriend.

So what happened next is that Izuku deep breath and expelled a big green fire ball from his mouth, which resulted in Bakugou getting a lot of first degree burns and loosing his eyebrows (something for what he would be mocked a lot later).

Mizunami used his water quirk to extinguish the fire over Bakugo's clothes who is totally terrified, then Mizu and Izuku laugh at him take a picture with their funs for future reference and run away together.

Hi @nyc3

CinderIzu is great and Cinder as a character was ignored, slept on ...bc villain stans are predictable into hot villains like dabi and shig(yes, shig is hot even in his possum way) and ...damn this fandom waste a good opportunity for a ship.

For a moment, thought you were talking about my idea.

I do like the idea Izumi being considered so beautiful even with her scars (she is prettier bc of her scars bc this woman survived) so in a country where the woman's value depends on her beauty...Izumi carrying her scars and being hot is amazing. Cinder would be into!

Cinder would also be into kill bk!

Her entire story, as she describes what BK did, seems like SA. See? The difference of boy and girl here is how people perceive the violence.

But I'm into this ship.

I do like sgdk a lot.

I do like dabideku too

But CinderIzu??? I'm open and so far like the ideas.

[traegorn]

i say this with as much openness as im capable of. why is everyone so eager lately to defend christianity. i dont actually need to have a history degree to be able to see that christianity is Bad For Everyone. i can see it when i look out the window. the great commission is colonialism writ large.

the GOAL of christianity is genocide, eliminating as many other religions as possible in the pursuit of mass conversion. HOW are people deciding that *this* of all religions needs some kind of "well not ALL missionary work is physical violence" hedging. what is going on. im so frustated because i have seen up close and personal the death cult that it is and to see so many people screaming "nuance!!!!" about the closest thing to a full blown Sauron Level Religion Of Evil makes me feel like im in a twilight zone episode

So I disagree with your fundamental principle that all Christians have that goal. Certainly a large potion, including the politcally powerful Evangelical movement has that approach. And I'm all for calling it out and pointing at it when it happens. And I usually have no problem with people saying "Christianity does [X-Horrible Thing]" when we're really talking about "[Major portion of the politically powerful right wing Christianity] does [X-Horrible thing]."

But here's the fucking thing - what I'm here for is being fucking accurate.

You want to talk about how awful the crusades were? Great. How missionary work is colonialism? Of course it is. But people have just made shit up, and guess what -- I'm going to fucking debunk it when I find it, and I have no patience for misinformation just because it lines up with an ideology that makes someone "comfortable."

Deal with it.

And the reason some people scream "nuance" (not all, I'm sure some are just looking for a way to excuse something) is because NUANCE IS FUCKING IMPORTANT. Black and white thinking is never helpful. Understanding that things can be both positive AND negative at the same time is important. Understanding the world is complex is important. Because guess what, some day you might find that something you find is good and has value is actually bad. But black and white thinking could prevent you from recognizing it, because you're incapable of understanding the good parts don't justify the bad parts.

Like say a missionary does tangible good in a community. They are also doing real harm there too. How do you convince someone who only sees the good that they're harming people if they're just looking at it in black and white thinking? How do you make them understand if they can't see the nuance of the situation?

Likewise, if you can't see nuance, you can't make incremental change in society. Not all changes are sweeping, and sometimes making something a little bit better is more progress than doing nothing. But black and white thinking leads folks to rejecting the ideas that could make things better right now.

Sometimes you need to build the well to keep people from dying of thirst, and evaluate where that well came from afterwards. And sometimes you need to see that what's being offered has consequences, and you might not know to say no unless you look harder.

Life is fucking complicated, and if we don't recognize that, we fuck everything up.

[moosemink]

Workin alone looks different

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ CH3 - The Shadow ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

Pairing: No actual Romance just some mentioned, JayRoy | TimKon | BirdFlash Characters: Batfam | Justice League Word count: 2.793 A/N: Praying I did my bby Cass justice in this CH. AO3 Masterlist for W.A.L.D.

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Oliver really didn’t like the fact that he had to do what he did.

But this mission involved not just his city’s rogues but also one of the Bat’s. Clock King had decided that it was time to make new friends and to expand his reach. Why he chose to work with Gotham’s Penguin of all people ? Oliver had no idea.

He just knew that that meant he had to inform the dark knight and certainly work with him to take down the two new besties.

It’s not that he didn’t like the man, he just wasn’t the easiest to work with. He was always so serious and sue Oliver he liked to joke around, especially on stake outs. He just wasn’t one to not at least crack one joke.

Oh well no way around it because if the caped crusader finds out he wasn’t informed he’ll be lectured like Barry and Hal were recently. The horror tale of the five hour long lecture given by Red Hood had made the rounds, being told to all league members. A tale of warning to not fuck up the way Barry and Hal had.

And the only one who could top that lecture was the one and only Batman, after all he was the one Red Hood must’ve learned it from, being the Bat’s oldest son and all.

Oliver still can’t quite believe it even after watching the tapes of the day it all happened three times. He had laughed at his friends expense but had to admit he probably would’ve been right there with them. He tends to stop thinking and starts to share the singular brain cell that Barry and Hal keep passing between one another.

Ollie did also note the clear favoritism Red Hood seemed to have towards Wonder Woman. That info would one day come in handy, he could feel it. He just didn’t know why yet.

So Oliver, wishing to safe himself from a masterful lecture from the Dark Knight, had called said vigilante. He had called and had been promptly send to voicemail.

The archer stared angrily at his phone, he tried again. This time the call was answered after the fifth ring.

“You’ve reached the Batcave, how may I help you ?”, a friendly voice chirped.

Oliver was confused and sputtered for a few seconds as his brain tried to understand what the fuck he just heard and how that was definitely not Batman.

“You’re currently speaking to Red Robin, if that might help you.”, The Young voice stated, clearly knowing that it would. With all the talk about Hood these past few days, Ollie had almost forgot about the other son.

“It did, I was trying to reach Batsy, is he available ? Are you allowed to take his calls ?” Oliver asked warily.

“Yup.”, the teen popped the p, “Sooo, B is out at the moment but I’ll see if I can help you. If not I can at least relay the message.” The young vigilante tried to sound bored but a hint of excitement leaked into his voice.

The archer hesitated for a moment but he really wanted to take care of the whole Clock King x Penguin business as soon as possible so he relented and shared his problem, slightly hoping to just be told to deal with it alone.

“Quite interesting, thank you for sharing this information. As per the protocol for a situation like this and with the confirmation I’m sure I’ll get in a sec, I’ll send you someone to take Batman’s place to aid you and bring the Penguin back to Gotham. Please hold the line.” Honest to god hold music started to play.

It played long enough that Oliver had already taken aim to throw his phone at the nearest wall but luckily for the device the music stopped and the teens voice chirped again.

“As expected I got the go ahead from B so reinforcements are en route. Have fun Green Arrow and please, if you treasure your life and limbs, be nice to them.” Oliver gulped at the last threat, it had been said in a perfect Bat growl, though it had sounded younger coming from Red Robin, it was effective all the same.

—————〰️▪️◾️⚫️◾️▪️〰️—————

30 minutes had passed when Oliver realized he hadn’t told Red Robin where to send the reinforcements to. He had said that it was in star city but certainly they wouldn’t just know where to go right ? Then again he is talking about the son of Batman, greatest detective and all that.

His thoughts were answered when he heard the roar of a motorcycle behind him.

He was on the roof top of a building. How the fuck did a bike get up here ?

He swirled around, mouth open and finger pointed, ready to ask that exact question when a fist planted it self deep into his stomach. He hadn’t heard them approach. Hadn’t expected anyone could get off a motorcycle that fast but he was keeling over in pain. Oliver was nearly kneeling over in pain but he quickly pulled himself together again and righted himself to fight his assailant.

He stopped when he was greeted by a familiar red helmet. Red Hood had attacked him. But why ?

“That was a message from Roy, for yesterday. Hope it hurt Goatee.” Hood drawled.

“You know Roy ?” The archer asked, holding his still hurting stomach and while slightly heaving for air.

“Ah guess I haven’t introduced myself yet, soon to be father in law.” There was clear amusement in the man’s voice despite his voice modulator.

Oliver stared at Hood confused for a few seconds, he doesn’t have any daughters- Then it clicked, Hood was talking about Roy. Roy had a boyfriend and it of course was an ex crime lord and the fucking Bat’s son. Why did it have to be Batman’s kid ? Why not a nice civilian or a simple goon ?

Of course it had to be a Bat.

Ollie stumbled backwards and sat down on the ledge of the rooftop, putting his head in his hands and sighing.

“Don’t cry.” A soft, small voice spoke up next to the archer. He startled and jumped at least three feet into the air.

The voice had come from a small shadow next to him. No, it wasn’t a shadow it was a person. Covered head to toe in black. Even their face was covered with a full mask beneath a hood. Their cape billowed behind them danced mesmerizingly in the dark. It reminded Oliver of Batman’s cape. The way it seemed to be one with the night, not a peace of fabric but rather a living shadow.

The shadow stood and by doing so the cape slipped of their shoulders, revealing a yellow bat across their chest, yellow details around their shoulders and a yellow utility belt around their waist. They walked over to Red Hood’s side, not making a sound as if they were actually a shadow. A skill Oliver knew only one person, or now group of people, to have perfected. The Bats.

“So now that introductions have been made,” Hood drawled and Oliver wanted to chime in that he hadn’t been told what the shadow like person was called but he guessed he wouldn’t get an answer as Hood just kept talking, “Imma be around for reinforcements but y’all probably won’t need it. I’ll just say this, if ya hurt her I’ll bury you alive. An’ believe me, that ain’t fun.”

The helmeted vigilante gave them a playful salute with two fingers. Oliver blinked and he had disappeared into the shadows, taking the motorcycle with him somehow. Leave it to a Bat to do impossible shit like that.

“Sooo, how to do this..?”, The archer looked between the small Bat and the warehouse which he had tracked Clock King and Penguin. He was unsure as he didn’t know how skilled his aid was. He went through about a million possible plans but his mind’s rambling was interrupted by two simple words,

“Keep up.” The shadow giggled and put her gloved hand over where her mouth would be. The archer was about to ask her what she meant when she simply leapt of the rooftop with an elegance Oliver had never seen before.

The signature sound of a grappling gun broke the archer out of his stupor and he jumped of the roof himself and followed the other vigilante. Which proved to be quite hard as she slipped in and out of shadows way too seamlessly to be natural. Not even Batman was that good at becoming one with the night. It truly was as if she was a shadow herself. No way she wasn’t a meta.

“So much for the no metas in Gotham rule.” He mumbled and a small giggle came from the shadows somewhere from above him.

Keeping up, as it turns out, was possibly the hardest thing he ever had to do and the rate at which goons simply dropped even though there seemingly had been nothing to warrant it was, quite frankly, scary as fuck.

The archer had to maybe shoot a handful of arrows by the time they reached their main targets. The young Bat was possibly the most efficient vigilante he had ever met, she was also the most terrifying. Not even Batman was this good. And she did it with unparalleled grace and beauty, she seemed to dance as her opponents dropped like flies.

Oliver had to admit that he had checked the pulse of a few goons here and there but they were all alive.

Taking down the two rogues turned out to be just as easy, since neither rogue had expected the shadow like vigilante to appear. They were able to take them down in a fraction of the time Ollie had expected. The rogues were defeated even before they had had the chance to start an evil monologue. Or any words for that matter.

—————〰️▪️◾️⚫️◾️▪️〰️—————

Oliver was glad that Hood was waiting for them outside, despite how their first meeting went, the shadow wasn’t much of a talker and he didn’t know what to do.

Hood walked towards them from where he had been leaning on his bike and even through the helmet Oliver could feel the glare that he guessed roughly translated to: ‘Pray she’s fine or it’s your funeral’.

As she walked up to the ex crime lord she moved her hands quickly gesturing wildly, Oliver was confused for a moment before he realized it probably was sign language.

Hood answered with a few quick signs himself and then held up his hand and got his requested high five. The black clad vigilante having to jump a little to reach the hand of the much taller man.

Oliver really wished he knew ASL, he really should if he was honest. He made a mental note to find himself a teacher as soon as he was home.

Before that he had to go back to the Watchtower though to debrief, at least that’s what the message on his phone said. He had gotten a text from none other than Batman so it was nonnegotiable.

Hood reassured him he’d take care of getting Penguin back to Gotham and would stick around until the SCPD had come to collect all the goons and Clock King.

So Oliver lead the way to the closest Zeta, though he guessed that, as a Bat, she already knew where it was.

The Watchtower was almost empty today, most members where probably asleep or where still on patrol in their own cities.

There was however a commotion coming from the tower’s kitchen. Curious as he was the archer had to check it out. Curious and mostly hungry.

The unmistakable smell of waffles reached his nose before he rounded the corner into the kitchen of the common room. Oliver almost tripped over his own feet as he spotted who was cooking in the league’s kitchen.

Clad in a fluffy purple hoodie with a dark purple skirt, which complemented the person’s blond hair, stood an unfamiliar girl. Said girl spun around and Oliver noted the purple domino on her face. ‘Another one ?!’ Was the first thing that popped into his head.

“Another one ?!”, was what also came out of his mouth. “I thought there were only supposed to be three ?”

The blond girl gave him a confused look, she tilted her head to the side, “What gave you that impression ?”

“I- I don’t know. Red Robin said he was a middle child so I guess we just assumed.” Oliver rubbed the back of his neck. Then he stilled, “You are one of them, right ? One of Batman’s brood ?”

“Depends on who you ask. Legally, no. Biologically, also no. Emotionally, yes. Though B wishes the first one was also true.”, she grinned at that and then turned around to prevent the waffles from burning as the waffle iron was already smoking quite a bit.

She opened the iron with practiced grace and plated up two waffles. She pushed one plate towards GA and gave him an inviting smile. The other plate she placed on the kitchen counter and pushed it towards the shadow like vigilante that Oliver had worked with. She signed her thanks, or at least he guessed she did, and to his surprise pulled down the mask covering her face.

Beneath she wore a black domino to cover her eyes but Oliver noted the black hair the other two children of the Bat shared. He wondered if that means that Batman had black hair.

As the blond teen turned back around to pour more batter onto the waffle iron she spoke again, “My name is Spoiler FYI. Not B’s daughter but family nonetheless.”

Spoiler turned around and casually leaned on the counter top, a sly smile crept onto her face as her eyes seemed to find something.

The something being the large Bat that walked into the common room adjacent to the kitchen. The Bat turned and gazed over the small gathering before him. He looked hesitant and like he wanted to turn on his heels and leave but with a small wave from the silent girl across from the Archer he seemed to throw that thought away.

The dark knight glanced at Green Arrow and then back at the other Bat. She gave him a look and he placed a hand on her shoulder as he fully turned towards the archer.

“Black Bat, my daughter.” He looked at Spoiler and opened his mouth but the blond cut him off.

“Too slow B, already introduced myself. You don’t get to claim me as your daughter.” She grinned a toothy grin at him and he grumbled something that Oliver was pretty sure wasn’t words.

A snort from the common room’s large sofa startled Oliver and he only then spotted Red Robin. The teen had clearly been sleeping, something the league had come to realize the teen didn’t do voluntarily. It was a wonder he had passed out in a normal place this time around.

Since finding out he existed a few weeks ago the league had found him in the vents, the kitchen cupboard, Batman’s bed (apparently it had the softest mattress, definitely not because the Bat had been of world for a few days longer than planned), the meeting room floor and on more than one occasion on the server room’s floor.

Always next to him his trusty laptop, which was not to be touched if you treasured your life. Kon, who had come to visit a few days after Red Robin’s introduction, had warned them all. Only a handful of people were able to touch Red Robin and his laptop. Evidently Superman was not part of that handful, he had tried to move Red after almost stepping on him in the hallway. He thanked the gods that day for his powers. A Batarang to the throat was not the way he wanted to go.

Green Arrow shook his head to push the memories of the past few weeks away. He wanted to address the Bats but as he looked up he realized that both Batman and Black Bat were gone, the ordered debrief completely forgotten. Only Red Robin was left in the common room before him, now having returned to work, a cup of coffee having appeared from who knows where. Spoiler next to the archer was stuffing her face with a waffle. She met Oliver's eyes and shrugged,

“Like father, like daughter.”, she simply stated before turning around and pouring batter onto the waffle iron again. Red Robin hummed an agreement.

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[moonfurthetemmie]

I’m interested to hear about the radiant crusade

oooooo boy

So I had the idea a bajillion years ago and actually talked about the initial idea on Discord. I mentioned it a few times after but I know at least some of them weren’t by name, just “so like there’s this story idea I got-“

Let me try to condense it down some. It’s…kind of complicated?

A variant of DS Dream (‘Harrier’) breaks his and Nightmare’s soul bond, and kills Nightmare. But nothing happens. And Harrier isn’t doing super well afterwards. Has he really killed his childhood friend for nothing…?

Then Jet and Dark appear, and Harrier decides that oh, if there are more multiverses, then I need to eradicate negativity in every single one.

Take a second to process that. A single multiverse is already pretty much infinite. He’s set himself an impossible goal.

Cross and Error had been yelling about how Nightmare hadn’t done anything wrong, and once Harrier decides to go on his crusade, he publicly executes them. Jet and Dark are also being hunted, though Jet keeps fucking around and messing with Harrier.

Several departments in JD have funding diverted away from them, and it’s funneled into the justice division and weapon’s research. Most of them didn’t even know they had a weapon’s research department.

He tries to do it with rehab, too, but Finch (‘Cardinal’) still has his wits about him and manages to convince Harrier that it’s still useful. “To help the people those corrupts have brainwashed,” is what he tells Harrier. But really, he’s just doing everything he can to save lives.

Dark is eventually captured. He’s kept alive for a while, as Harrier’s hoping to use him to lure out Jet, and Ink (‘Vellum’) is assigned to be his guard.

You may remember that Error and Ink are friends in normal DS. And Ink used to be friends with Cross, too.

Vellum saw their execution. I don’t remember if she saw it live or after the fact, but it was definitely on the news. She’s not doing great, but she’s trying to ignore it and keep going. What can she even do? Cardinal tries to get her help but again, what’s the point? Two people can’t do that much against whatever the fuck is happening now.

But Dark, not entirely intentionally, convinces her to do something.

Harrier decides that Jet’s not stupid enough to try to break into JR to get Dark, so he gives the Go Ahead for Dark’s execution.

Vellum was supposed to bring him out, but she doesn’t come back. Later they find Dark’s cell empty, and Vellum’s JR pin and radio on the floor.

Harrier has no idea where either of them went, though he has his suspicions for Vellum. Not too long after the two vanished, a small organization appeared called “Vulture’s Fall”. And they’re doing everything they can to get in Harrier’s way.

Vellum and Dark are fun. They fight so much. But having one leader who’s very cautious and another who can and will charge right in, they’re doing very, very good. Because Dark’s way doesn’t work in every situation, and neither does Vellum’s. they still argue. There’s a crack timeline where they solve arguments by making out but, but they realistically would not, so it’s not canon.

Cardinal is the only one in JR for a while who knows where Vellum and Dark are, and he sends people who graduate rehab to them. He always sends them with messages, but some of them join Vulture’s Fall.

Harrier is eventually joined by five other radiants. Two of them are in it for the chaos and murder, one is just saying he’s helping so he can further his own interests and keep Harrier off his ass, and the other two… well. Harrier’s surprisingly easy to manipulate.

The first two are Angel/SwaD and Dusk. Dusk is Codeswitch Dream, and while he’s more vain (and has moth wings rather than bird wings), he’s not that much different from Angel. He can’t feel any negative emotions, he’s completely unhinged, and is. A problem. biiig problem.

The third one is Delusion. He’s perfectly happy to split his and Pluto’s soul bond, but he’s not going to let Harrier kill Pluto. Delusion’s version of JR eventually creates a machine that turns Pluto into a positive spirit. Harrier’s pretty pissed about it but Delusion’s just like “What?? He’s not a negative spirit anymore. I don’t see the problem”

(The problem is that harrier has just discovered that their was a solution that didn’t involve killing nightmare and he’s not coping well)

The last two are Krypton and Actinide.

SwapFell Jade and Dark.

Nephrite and Scorpion are assholes, but Krypton and Actinide are downright evil. And Harrier’s version of JR is so big, and he’s already established outposts in various MVs…

But they act like they’re just trying to help. And Harrier’s very glad to have some help that’s actually trying to be helpful.

There’s also Smudge and Kling, who are Dusk’s versions of Ink and Blue, and they’re no better than their friend. Gouge is listed as being on Harrier’s side, but she’s not really. Just pretends because her boss said to.

Krypton’s whole team, as well. They don’t realize just how awful Krypton is, because he uses his aura to keep them in line.

The others who are (allegedly.) on Harrier’s side are conspiring for their own ends, but like. it’s better than what Krypton and Actinide are up to.

For example: Sparrow is helping Cardinal where he can. I believe this was suggested by Delusion but tbh I don’t remember and I didn’t write it down.

There’s also Bornite, Calcite, Anatase, Euclase, Garnet, and Lead, who went through rehab and agreed to help Harrier, but *only* to deal with Biotite. They want nothing to do with anything else. I think at least a few of them are helping Cardinal as well, though.

oh, also og Dream (‘Dawn’) is stuck there. he’s a prisoner. he refuses to join harrier and harrier’s convinced he’s been brainwashed by his brother

Eventually some familiar names join VF, too. Some are there for their own safety, but others help.

After their capture and rehab (which lasts longer than all of them would’ve thought), Obsidian’s team eventually joins VF. Since Obsidian is one of Harrier’s targets, he can’t really get mad at them for it. They don’t know where he is, anyways. Jade and Zuli are there, too; they’re just hiding.

Jasper and Mercury remain in JR to help Cardinal get intel.

OG Killer, Horror, and Dust also get captured (and they’re in therapy for a LONG fucking time), and join VF. Also I say ‘OG’ but it’s a bad Sanses AU where they and Nightmare (‘Shade’) really do care for each other. The four agreed that pretending that Shade brainwashed the trio was safest for them, so Shade “ditched” them and here we are.

There’s also Chrys and Emerald (who, again, are just hiding), as well as a pair of OCs who were part of the resistance in E!JMV before being captured by Biotite. They’re the main reason emerald isn’t using his charmspeak to help VF; the idea scares him, and Byrd and Septarian are like “it’s okay sweetheart you don’t have to” and hug him and then glare fucking daggers at Vellum if she tries to convince him any more

There’s also Manganese, Niobium, and Alkaline. SwapFell Obsidian, Zircon, and Jet; respectively. They insist that Krypton and Actinide are more dangerous than they look, but no one is listening to them <33

Oh, yeah, also, a third variant of Dreamswap has appeared. They’re mostly normal. Harrier found that Dream (‘Radiant’) first, and Radiant nodded along with everything Harrier said while thinking “Jesus Christ this guy is actually batshit insane”

Through the power of meeting his evil doppelgänger and a rare moment of introspection, Radiant realizes that he really, *really* doesn’t want Nightmare (‘Moon’) to die. He’s having a crisis over it, but he’s pushing it away not so he can find a way to keep Moon alive. Delusion hears about this and shows him the thing he made for Pluto.

After catching Moon, Radiant gives him, Cross (‘Ichigo’), and Error (‘Stitches’) the shortest version possible of what’s happening while dragging them (mostly Moon) to H!DS for Delusion’s machine. They hardly have time to process any of it but…He’s not going to kill Moon? Okay, sure, they’ll take it.

Through means that i genuinely do not remember, they and their Ink (‘Sketch’) and Finch (no nickname) end up joining VF. Everyone is suspicious of Radiant, and it’s not helping that he clearly still has a Thing against corrupts. But he’s keeping his mouth shut and doing what he can to help, so Dark gives him some credit. Vellum will not. And Vellum tells them exactly what happened that made Harrier like this. none of them are thrilled. Moon, Ichigo, and Stitches are all but forced to stay in the hidden base, but they find stuff they can do to help.

Meanwhile.

There is a huge group that’s been hiding from Harrier. Though I’ve realized I need people to just like wander off, partly for ease of writing and partly because it’s. Genuinely. Absolutely huge. People need to go run interference or scout safe places or some shit

But! This group consists of:

Shade

Obsidian

Jet

Biotite

Ebony

Swan/Night

Twilight (Codeswitch Nightmare)

Textile (Codeswitch Error)

Speech (Codeswitch Cross)

Backstage (Codeswitch X Chara)

The whole Fell verse

The whole Ironverse

The whole Swap verse

No one is having a good time, though some of them are somewhat grateful that Nephrite and Scorpion are on their side. The rest either want to murder them or want to punch them, and for wildly different reasons.

Malachite, Pitch, Beryl, and Nether show up very belatedly. Because their versions of Obsidian and Jet didn’t wanna tell them what was happening and put them in danger. And ohhhhhh they were mad about it

Eventually, a small group splits off from that big one for good. This group is The Nebula Sanses (Codeswitch guys), SwaN, Melanite, and Sable, and they also finally find Void, whom Ebony has been very, very worried about.

Eventually Harrier would be defeated only for Krypton and Actinide to play their hands and take over that version of JR.

This was going to be the debut of most of me and Wheeze’s JMV/DINTIS AUs.

I’ve been tempted to toss a few other AUs in there, but if I ever do it will be no more than a quick cameo because there’s already like 18 AUs and several have 9+ characters. So. yeah.

Fun facts:

- Shade is causing as much trouble within the group as he can.

- of the non-swap Obsidian alts, Onyx and Tantalite (F!E!JMV) get along the best, but they still butt heads on things. Tantalite has become the somewhat unofficial leader.

- There are memorials for Vellum’s version of the Meme Squad, right out front of VF’s HQwhen you first get there.

- As much as Vellum and Dark may argue, Vulture’s Fall wouldn’t have lasted even this long if they really hated each other. They are friends. They just get along better when they’re not talking about how to spare the MVs from Harrier’s bitch ass

- Jet, Obsidian, Biotite, and Ebony (and the others from their MVs) hadn’t met before this. So it’s especially interesting for them to see Onyx and Raven being gay and soft and stupid

- the Horror Squad stays out of it as much as they can, but they do eventually find the big group of corrupts, and they help Shade mess with people for a while. Eventually he’s like “yknow you three remind of another murderous trio I knew. I hope they’re all okay.” And tell them about Horror, Dust, and Killer. They also end up adopted by Dadmare and end up coming back to check on him a lot

- there’s an alternate timeline where we have

[tacoma-narrows]

Tac's OC Ref Masterposts 1: Sonas

See my other ref posts here: Primaries, Secondaries, Tertiaries

I wanted to have a series of posts where people can find all of my characters in one place! Since I have too many to fit them all into one post, I decided to split them up based on how much I use them/how developed they are, the same way they're split up on my Toyhouse.

I wanted to have their refs here so people can find them relatively easily and not have to go digging through their Toyhouse galleries to find them lol. If anyone ever wants to draw them, you are very much encouraged to do so!! Same goes for asks about my characters! Those are always welcome as well!!

These will have some general information about each of my characters, but if you want to see more about them in depth, each character's Toyhouse page will also be linked! If/when I update any particular characters' ref in the future, that will be updated here as well ^^

Will also include each character's theme song because I like showing those off too :3

See my sonas here below the cut!

SONAS

These are the characters that most completely represent me! They're the ones I use most frequently and the ones I am often the most eager and excited to get art of haha. They're also ordered here based on how much I use them and/or how representative they are of me.

Shep [Toyhouse Link]

My main sona and most complete representation of myself out of all my characters!

22 y/o asexual biromantic German Shepherd

Boyfriends with PBnJ

Lead vocalist/guitarist for Let's Get Back!

Theme Song: Pep Talk by Abandoned Pools

PBnJ [Toyhouse Link]

Secondary sona

Usually goes by just PB

Also Ace/Biro, Golden Retriever

Boyfriends with Shep

Bassist and backup vocalist for Let's Get Back!

Theme Song: Life is Good by Ritalin

Starburst [Toyhouse Link]

Main comfort sona, also my favorite OC <33

Kinsona based on Jenny from Wayside, who's my biggest comfort character!

Do not draw her without her outfit!! Also please only draw her anthro!

One of my taller anthro characters, she's roughly 6'2 or 6'3

Very friendly, adventurous and always looking to live life to the fullest!

I tend to be slightly more picky about how people people draw her (in terms of situations/context), if you're unsure about ideas, please run them by me!

Theme Song: Have You Seen Her Happy? by Beat Crusaders

Sitka [Toyhouse Link]

Sona that represents a more self-confident, adventurous and ready-for-anything version of me

Partly inspired by Kingda Ka, formerly at Six Flags Great Adventure

Second tallest of my anthro sonas after Starburst

Has an alternate balloon animal design! Feel free to draw either one :3

For the balloon design, all his markings, his nose and paw pads are flat/printed on and has rounder shapes in his design overall. Markings are the same on both though

Theme Song: Telling All of the World by Flickerstick

Spatter [Toyhouse Link]

Pokesona

Move set: Dragon Pulse, Earthquake, Rain Dance and Protect. Feel free to draw him using any of these!

Has roughly equal number of purple and green splatter markings

Very squishy, loves giving/receiving hugs

Theme Song: Somewhere by Scott & Brendo

Vostok [Toyhouse Link]

Main Dragon/WoF-sona

My oldest OC, I've had him since February of 2017

May look intimidating but rlly just a big soft guy

Blue and purple scales make chevron shapes (not zigzags, not checkerboards, not stripes, etc.)

Theme Song: Best Day of My Life by American Authors

[cmrosens]

Worldbuilding Thoughts 3

Ok so one thing I don't see very much in medieval fantasy settings with a royalty system is the issue of the monarch travelling with a retinue. If you're writing one like GoT and you're into the whole idea of the monarch needing to travel (trust me, if it's medieval, they really do need to do a circuit of their kingdom, even if administration and judicial system has been centralised. If you don't, you can't monitor the nobles on the periphery, and you ... really need to do that).

If this is something you've considered, ignore, if not, I was just thinking about the medieval England situation for the earlier kings (William I to John).

Do you know how many the king travels with?? How many guards how many horsemen, lads to take care of the horses, courtesans, scribes, courtiers who need to stay close, accountants, etc? Now have a look at the size of the castles. They're not that big. You have to scale the castle to the landscape (and really seriously consider how long it takes to build a big one). You've got space for a prestigious guest, and then like. 20 extras. At an absolute push, in some cases. Ok, bigger ones, yeah ram 100 in.

The king's got 200 men. He doesn't scale down to stay at a castle or fortified manor that fits 50max and already has 30 occupants. He just rocks up. People do not want him to, but he does anyway.

What used to happen in Medieval England was - there wasn't ever enough space. Literally none. There was also no system, it was King gets the best guest room, everyone who needs to be immediately close to him crashes on the floor, and if you're not fast enough and a bit further down the pecking order, you're marching into someone's house and saying "I'm staying here tonight" and sleeping downstairs with the goats. There are sources of courtiers bitterly complaining they had to sleep in barns and some "camping" (sleeping rough in the rain) in the forest because there was NO SPACE FOR THEM in the castle/fortified manor or in the surrounding villages because they came late due to their admin duties holding them up. And they don't have a tent. They have to literally sleep outside with their cloaks over them. Did they die of exposure? I mean, sometimes. Did they catch chills and die of those? Sure, yeah. Did it really piss them off? Every time.

(Peasant perspective: So many young* angry men with swords with untreated PTSD from all the war/general life trauma, chips on their shoulders and complexes about being younger sons (the spare not the heir) and desperate to prove themselves in a chivalric context of fighting/shagging prowess but they've been give a lot of admin duties to do, drinking a lot of alcohol every single day. Since being on the road they have had to cut down on the alcohol which hasn't improved their mood. And they're all coming to your village. And you can't feed or house them all.)

Then the king decides to leave.

It takes a good few hours to let everyone know because **nobody knows where anyone is**. You have to prep the supply wagons and the horses. And the king stands up after breakfast and says "I want to leave NOW"

Then he changes his mind.

Now you're leaving tomorrow afternoon.

If you're trying to picture this, with a lot of highly strung horses in an enclosed space being yelled at and dragged into position to cut down time, and people running to comb the villages and the woods for stragglers and leave messages for others coming through later, it's chaos. Absolute chaos.

Now imagine being put in charge of it.

So many plot points to play with there.

*For reference, because I've been watching Robin Hood adaptations lately, Richard 1 "the Lionheart" is depicted as an older man in all the films but he was only 42 when he died (b. 1157, d. 1199). The Third Crusade was 1189, when he was 32. He's played by Sean bloody Connery in Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves, when he actually was around the same age Richard Armitage was when he played Guy of Gisborne in the BBC Robin Hood series. (For context). Prince John was 33 in 1199 when he became king and only 23 when Richard went off to war. We're often largely talking about an intensely homosocial group of men in their 20s and 30s. ladsladslads

In the 14thC, one of the Earls of the March led his first campaign in the Hundred Years' War at the age of 17. ladsladsladsla-

[arcann]

Scythrozn bullet points in my head:

- Born in Barbarus, part of the younger recruits when shit hit the fan on Isstvan III. Originally Death Guard, joined the Black Legion around 32k. Had Calas Typhon in a pedestal before. You know.

- Orphaned at a very young age. His surname, Nathripe, is actually the name of the older girl that adopted him and several other children.

- Extremely powerful pyromancer, skilled telepath, has participated in the creation of daemon engines but just a neophyte biomancer despite needing it A Lot.

- Psyker powers awakened when Mortarion sold out the Death Guard to Nurgle. No one noticed since The Endurance's warp transformation swallowed him and his company in noxious biomass before it arrived to Terra in the final assault. He was the sole survivor only because of those powers aaaand it took him a thousand years to free himself. Good for the psyche!

- Was absolutely pissed and confronted Mortarion, somehow survived after having a "few words" (code for I still haven't decided how this goes down).

- Has kept the Destroyer virus inside himself out of sheer will and resilience until it became something else. He has to go through something but I haven't decided what yet. It becomes a fully fledged daemon inside his body although it's less possession and more sharing a body symbiotically (nw he still has to fight it back). One day he will give it form and take the shape of a centipede. But that will probably happen after the thirteenth crusade.

- Always struggled (although he'd rather start killing people than admit it) with his chronic illness but after the Legion Wars everyone finding chaos apothecaries was extremely difficult and has paid roughly for his symptoms acting up in the worst situations. Has lost entire companies and ended up as the sole survivor of several settings. Nurgle and his daemons have fun tempting him and that's why he's allowed to be kept alive. Doesn't feel very lucky about it.

- Fanboy moment: has studied several times under Khayon (pronounced Cain) and they're on good terms (as good as chaos marines can be). They're both pretty melancholic people so I think they fit.

- Kept his legion's scythe and it has seen so much combat and killed so many that it has become corrupted. Has a well-kept stolen Berzerker chainsword. And a gun (voice of guy who can't give a shit about guns) I swear it's cool.

- By 40k his illness was taking new and twisted turns and he has no apothecary so his war band invaded the ship where Noahn was being taken as part of the Adeptus Astra Telepathica. His war band mainly did it to find new astropaths for their ship but he found out they had a talented biomancer and had a "what the hell, sure" moment.

- He looks a Lot like Mortarion and it greatly bothers him so ofc when he looks "healthier" his legion brothers love to point it out. They get happy to see him bc he reminds them of daddy in better days. Scythrozn voice: I'm putting my face in the shredder. It's like a 0.2 in the pain scale right.

- His face look "healthier" but his chest and legs look necrotic and translucid. Taking his armor off would not be a good idea for him, if it's even possible. Intestines have been known to start falling out.

*reminder to make a litany of names*

[gear-project]

Do you know why Axl seems to have such a strong rapport with Sol, of all people, throughout Guilty Gear?

It's interesting that you ask this question in light of everything that has transpired.

Early on, Axl started out as a drifter, having wandered in to the 2100s from his time-travelling mishap, and really, there was no precise reason for him to get involved with anyone.

Axl first met Sol during the Sacred Order Tournament in 2180, and while they didn't exactly fight one another directly because of Sol's other objectives (i.e. destroying Justice), Sol did witness Axl's fighting capability and effectiveness in Flame Magic.

It wasn't until the Golden Disc incident that Axl really got caught up with trouble involving Sol... in that instance the Postwar Administration Bureau were posing as "fake police" and kidnapping anyone involved with Blacktech or had knowledge of it for their own personal gains.

Besides almost burning down a bar, they also almost picked a fight with Jam Kuradoberi and Sol even ended up fighting Ky over the disc.

Since that point, Axl had only just begun to get a handle on his powers, and accidentally Time Slipped back to 2172 and ran in to Sol during the Crusades, even cracking jokes about his outfit (which probably contributed to Sol's desire to desert the Sacred Order).

He also ran in to Kliff Undersn who gave him a massive lecture, AND he fought Justice by accident and just barely got away before she could try and kill him!

He had to use a "proxy" of himself to Time Slip back to a regular-ish era but still had to deal with a Time Loop that somehow triggered from his interactions with Sol.

Sometime after this, he managed to time slip sometime BEFORE the year 1998 back when Sol was still a child and was interested in visiting the Houston Space Center... it wasn't Axl's intention to get that deeply involved with Sol's past (and he apologized profusely later on)... but part of the reason is I-No's involvement with that past.

(Keep in mind this is old lore information back during the GGXX days, so it may not entirely be canon anymore...) Axl claimed he found an old photo of I-No wearing a "lab coat" and she was standing among other Scientists at one point!

Ky Kiske even claimed that I-No might have once been a former soldier or military project at one point... (of course that was Ky's limited speculation at the time... as he didn't have much evidence to her true origin, which was the Crusades itself...)

Now, whether or not I-No got involved with any of Asuka's Gear Projects remains to be seen, but... she has witnessed the Fall of Rome several times (as has Axl) in their offhand conversations. And she did serve under Asuka for a while...

Of course, I-No makes it a habit not to influence the timeline as much as she used to, so it's hard to trace what she's been involved with in the past.

Anyway, back to Axl's involvements with Sol... sometime after becoming close drinking friends with Slayer, Axl learned a bit more about Sol's situation from Slayer and decided to be as helpful a friend as he could given his growing powers.

And because of I-No's attempts to kill Sol using a Time Paradox, it wasn't something Axl could necessarily let I-No get away with.

Eventually Raven and Asuka punished I-No for messing with Sol, and she was frozen for a while... Axl still wanted to get in contact with Asuka to understand the "real history" behind the Crusades, but Sol had his misgivings about Axl doing that and even Anji Mito got in Axl's way for a time.

It wasn't until Bedman attacked Axl and I-No rescued him that things began to turn in his favor. Initially, Axl had no idea how to use his powers, so at first he consulted with Dr. Faust, later Slayer, and finally the Original Sage (or at least, a future phantom of the Sage).

After meeting with the Sage, Axl was given the task of "passing a message" on to Asuka R. Kreutz that was encoded by the Sage so that only Asuka could receive the message (even I-No wasn't allowed to hear the message).

This was, of course, before Axl learned about the existence of Happy Chaos, though he was semi-aware of Ariels because of Bedman.

Given the depths of his growing powers, Axl felt he was unsure of what to do... so he consulted Sol and Bedman on the subject.

Sol simply said "don't cause more trouble"... which Axl could immediately comprehend. But after speaking with I-No and Bedman, he felt that simply "doing nothing" wasn't what his girlfriend Megumi would want him to do.

After pulling Sol and Jack-O' out of their "pinch", Sol promised Axl that drinks were on him and they celebrated their victory over Ariels sometime after.

Sometime after that, Axl began to study his powers in earnest and realized that Megumi was the "other axis" of his own existence... or in other words: the other balance of the Scales (possibly connected with the Scales of Juno).

And while he had his suspicions that I-No was a "paradox" of his other half... Axl just couldn't convince her to stop her actions... as she became too far desperate to listen to him.

Despite her defeat however, I-No passed a message to Axl stating she would show him just how "unfair" her world was by passing Megumi's existence in to Axl's reality so they could finally meet.

While it hasn't been openly stated, Axl likely holds no grudge against Sol for beating I-No... as he ended up going under cover. And he's still friends with Sin, Ky, Dizzy, and Slayer of course, even Jack-O' (whom he affectionately calls 'Jacky' for short).

It hasn't been revealed what will happen with Axl and Megumi moving forward, but they are likely taking their time getting used to the modern era and probably won't use Axl's powers (if he has any left, that is...) unless it's a major emergency.

I wouldn't be surprised if Axl Low was on Ramlethal Valentine's "List of Consultants" in terms of Magic knowledge and the Backyard.

Given how powerful an incident involving Delilah was... it wouldn't be that difficult to expect Axl to help in any way possible in comprehending that level of power... and given he respected Bedman in their last encounter, meeting with his sister one day might just be in the cards as well...

Finally... with regard to the "theory" that Axl and Raven are paradoxes of one another... that's more true of I-No now than it was of Raven, but since Raven's just as immortal as Axl Low potentially is... (and Sol, given his Gear body), that's not to say that they won't be caught up in future incidents... but Raven himself once stated that Axl is a "light of hope" for Mankind's future... that is, if Axl himself can help it!

Given Raven's role as "history's observer"... you'd think he'd of course be keeping an eye on the likes of Axl, Megumi, Slayer, Sharon, Sol... and other immortals like himself... maybe even Nagoriyuki!

Of course, someone as powerful as Axl Low probably has his own intentions... but he likely won't cause Humankind too much trouble if he can help it... he promised Chief Sol he wouldn't after all!

[lifesver]

@johnnysslaughter said: ❛  oh, i’m not going to rush this. i’m going to take my sweet time.  ❜ @meatriarch said: [  HYDRATE  ]   after some time of torturing, sender’s muse offer’s receiver’s muse a drink of water.(maria for nosy; we can say that johnny was a lil nice after going ham w/ lee and has her try to get him to eat/drink mayhaps?)

cw for like... nothing good hostage situation (': (mostly) implied torture blood injury etc kinda emetophobia mention. sorry sorry-

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❛ i thought you were tougher than that. ❜

johnny had laughed in a way that bared his teeth, when he kicked him back down into the dirt. wasn't a nice smile. it was all just fun, for him.

( you weren't tough. and it was tiring to pretend. )

this, of course, is johnny's idea of another lesson. not for escaping — which the insane bastard found positively gleeful; in being able to hunt them down and catch them again. in making them think they had a shot, only to reveal it was all a game. all for them to find dead ends, to find tunnels that went on and on like a maze in every direction.

they had only made it about as far as the slaughterhouse underground, before johnny caught up.

leland liked to think he'd gotten a few good shots in, knocked him flat, too — before he ran into the big guy. mountain of a man with the mask all but eclipsed his path. got his wrist crushed before he could even take a proper swing. got thoroughly bashed senseless into the wall — before johnny finally came to collect him again himself. dragged him, bloody and dizzy, back the way they came. and maria had just looked exhausted, frustrated, close to tears. she'd tried it all before. they should have known it wouldn't be that easy.

so, back down under johnny sawyer's heel, and then back to their god-awful basement cells.

and for you? back to being strung up like an animal.

tongue runs along bloodied teeth, feeling for damage, where fist had landed across jaw. vision sways with residual vertigo — one eye stuck shut, and the other glassy with unshed tears. he feels nauseous. feels sure there's nothing left in his stomach to throw up. he'd have to give this crusade up, if he didn't want to starve.

how long have they even been down here?

( some part of you had thought you'd be saved by now. both of you. some part of you thought they'd come back. that their friends would tell the police about this house. that someone, anyone, would come looking.

... and every day he played the radio for you. every day you never heard your names. not once. )

johnny stopped circling him — to curl fingers idly in his hair — and suddenly yank his head back. leland hisses, pulls uselessly at purple-bruising wrists, locked high above his head. johnny holds him there, to see if he'll reject the glass of water in his hand, again. ( or maybe he's merely inspecting the damage he's done to your face, this time. )

— he does reject the water again, lips pulled into a stubborn frown. johnny's expression dances in his peripherals, sharp features all unreadable. leland thinks he sees him set the water down. he'd surely get bored of playing this game with him, eventually. and though there's undeniable proof in maria, kept alive by the very monster in front of him — leland has a hard time believing that he would be afforded the same treatment, that behaving would prolong his own life in any meaningful way. as far as he could tell, the sick bastard just wanted to play with his food.

he had more to worry about than himself, though.

❝ are you done? ❞ leland bites out, eyes flicking sideways in disdain. and johnny grins like a wolf. there's a beat, where hand tightens in his hair.

❛  — oh, i’m not going to rush this. i’m going to take my sweet time. ❜

leland shudders, involuntary, eyes shut tight to avoid staring into those teeth. swears he catches the last shred of hope in him leaving the building.

johnny lets go of him — maybe deciding against pouring the water on him outright — and allows leland's head to drop between his shoulders again. blood drip-drops from his lips to the floor.

by now, feet barely want to keep him upright, unbroken wrist all but taking his weight. his entire body burned hot and cold, old and new cuts flaring with every shift in his restraints.

come on. just endure it, like everything else. you have no other choice, anyway.

from the shadows in the corner of the room, maria's softer features swim into view. sad. scared. for him. guilt curls a tight fist around his ribs. she's had to watch this entire show. and he's done his best, for her sake, not to make a sound. not to cry.

and in between, he found his mind wandering to his friends. thankful, so thankful none of them were here instead. and still, he couldn't help but wonder; if he were smarter, like connie, like sonny and julie. if he were tougher, like ana, like danny —

— he wondered if he would be able to save maria, and himself, then.

if he would have been good enough, then.

good eye flicks at johnny, hateful. and then, when he returns look to maria, he's something docile, something apologetic, again.

she doesn't fight with their captor like he does. doesn't try his patience, and try to turn the tables at every chance she gets, like he does. a miserable thought sticks in his mind; like back in the tunnels, maybe she just knew better, by now.

and leland doesn't do what he's asked — hates this man's guts.

and in return, sometimes it's the skinning knife along his arm. sometimes it's the threat of taking more than a slice off the surface. bruises, of course, would heal. a bone broken, stitches reopened and bleeding anew, ( — his own doing. he'll be fretted at, and scolded by that older woman on the property, when she sits him down to fix them again ).

and when it had been just he and maria, in the dark, finally alone for a moment — she had pleaded with him, with tear-stung doe eyes. against his stubborn pride, his anger, his nauseating bitterness. to stop making it worse than it needed to be.

he hadn't understood her, then. her acceptance. her passive method of survival. and yet, she had survived. all this time, without anyone else. without him.

( how do you survive a monster? how do you survive the dark? )

— she asks him not to fight, anymore.

then she says, like a nail in a coffin; ❛ nothing is worth losing you. ❜

and that's when he folds, then and there, silent and empty-eyed. ( if he gets tired of you, if he slits your throat in front of her? who will protect her then? )

a pause, a smile. something he hoped was reassuring; you're not gonna lose me, he had promised.

she's standing in front of him with the same glass of water he'd declined from johnny. and she doesn't even need to say anything, for him to fold for her, again. gaze moves once, sidelong, trains on johnny in the background distrustfully. wary, as ever, and being watched pointedly in return. to maria, he gives a half-nod of assent, lifts his head enough for her to tilt his chin. she's tender when she moves his mussed hair from his face, and tips the drink to his lips. he coughs a bit, choking on blood and water and acid.

once cough settles, his half-glossy gaze finds her face again.

❝ hey, ❞ he gravels out, and somehow like a gentle, sincere apology; i didn't get us out. i couldn't do anything. i'm sorry. ❝ ... ’m fine, maria. don't worry. ❞ he forces the barest twitch of a smile, stings the nerves of his split lip. cheek settles helplessly against her palm, for a fleeting warmth in the chilled basement air. eyes rest closed, and for a moment he feels safer. for a moment he forgets about this windowless room. that they're far from home.

( how awful, that this should be the place you find her. how awful that you are not back in your dorm room together, looking over your notes for finals papers. planning summer trips. to visit julie in california, and connie in illinois. )

his vision is blurring, but he's back to watching johnny turn that skinning knife in his hands. take a step closer again; a reminder. and dull, reflexive panic reanimates leland's nerves. and he suddenly got the feeling that losing this man's interest, and patience, was a very dangerous place to find yourself.

— but you're not going to cry. not again, not now, not in front of her. not in front of him —

leland eyes the glint of the knife again.

— you promised her. don't be stupid. don't make this harder than it has to be. teeth sink into tongue, not for the first or last time, to stifle vitriol, seething, sandpaper frustration. eyes flick up, or try to. deadened in their exhaustion.

you could both still be rescued. you could still escape. if you're smart.

brows furrow down, and he forces the words;

❝ please. i-i'm — sorry. ❞

this time he addresses johnny, in something painfully stilted, and quiet. it tastes bitter. it tastes like defeat, and shame. ( you hate how it makes you feel under his eyes. ) gaze drops just as quickly, hangs on the floor, the cracks in the concrete. he's far away from himself, when his voice speaks the words aloud — just like all the other victims that came before him probably spoke it. in a whisper, in a surrender;

❝ please. just — stop. i-i'll do what you want. i swear. ❞

maybe you weren't really missing. maybe you were just dead.

[marjaystuff]

Interview with Kristi Jones

Murder In the Ranks

Dottie Lincoln Book 1

Kristi Jones

Crooked Lane Books

Nov 19th, 2024

Murder In the Ranks by Kristi Jones is her debut mystery filled with spies, murder, and a touch of romance. It is also a historical novel that delves into the American Women’s Army Auxiliary Corps (WAAC) where women served in a combat zone in Algiers. Their duties were of the administrative nature, mainly typists, drivers, translators, and switchboard operators freeing up more men to fight. The Women's Army Auxiliary Corps was renamed from WAACs to WACs, without “auxiliary” in the name. 

The plot features Dottie Lincoln, who decided to join the WAAC after her abusive German husband left her for dead and took their daughter with him behind enemy lines when he joined the Nazis. Dottie Lincoln learned that it’s better to be a trained soldier rather than a victim. 

Risking her own reputation, as a WAAC squad leader in World War II she becomes an investigator when one of the women in her unit is found dead. WAAC Ruth Wentz is found sprawled on the pavement in a pool of her own blood. Army officers speculate the incident was a suicide, but Dottie believes Ruth was murdered. She convinces MP Captain Devlin to look at the evidence and investigate. Secrets, deception, black market, bribery and blackmail all prevail as the investigation proceeds including Dottie’s past that comes to haunt her.

This mystery has multiple suspects with lots of twists, keeping readers guessing to the very end. Those reading this debut novel will welcome more books in this series. 

Elise Cooper: Idea for the story?

Kristi Jones: I have always been interested in history and grew up as a military brat.  I read Eisenhower’s Crusade in Europe where he mentioned a consignment of WACs assigned to his headquarters.  I contacted the US Army Women’s Museum that had a lot of information about the 149th Post Headquarters.  I did research in their archives in Virginia.  I wanted to write a story about these women.  I wrote my first murder mystery using these women as inspiration. Also, I was in Turkey for several years when my dad was stationed there.  This helped me to write the setting of Algiers where the first women WACs were stationed. 

EC: What was true?

KJ:  The murder was pure fiction.  But when the WACs arrived there, they were posted all over different sections. They were assigned to military police, they did office work, became drivers, and worked in signal communication.  As in the book, there were officers that pushed back in having the women work in their offices, as well as officers inviting and helpful. The male soldiers in the book as in real-life reacted towards the WACs. Some saw them as dates and moral boosters. Some became jealous when the WAC women fraternized with the male British officers. Some saw the WACs as not lady-like. The women had to overcome this challenge of how the men responded to them.

EC:  Do you think they broke the “glass ceiling”?

KJ: These women were pioneers, the first women stationed in a combat situation. They were considered a “test-tube company” because people wondered if they could withstand the rigors of being in a combat theatre, including under bombardment. As the war progressed, they proved themselves to do the job.  

EC: How would you describe Dottie?

KJ: She is sometimes embarrassed.  She speaks French and German so she can be useful to the allied cause.  Dottie is protective, gutsy, and was abused.  Her husband saw her as weak and vulnerable, beat and abandoned her. Her backstory is that her husband went to fight for the Nazis and took their daughter, Sophie.  Throughout the series there will be the theme of a mouse to lion, where she must find her strength. She represents those real women who joined the WACs to find independence and to become a force to reckon with. 

EC: What is the role of her daughter and her husband?

KJ: They were why she initially joined the military. Dottie struggles to believe in herself and needs to find her emotional and physical strength. In future books she wants to win the war to find her daughter.

EC:  How would you describe Captain Devlin?

KJ: He is cocky with cop-like instincts and can be calm, caring.

EC: What about the other women WACs?

KJ: I wanted to give them each a different personality. Each of the characters were based on differences of women I researched. 

Sue is calculating, sly, argumentative, troublesome, and likes to play games. There were WACs that did steal for the black-market. She is a scandal girl. 

Ruth is the consummate solider, determined, serious, dependable, rational, and grounded. 

Jeannie is scared, trusting, and sweet.  Dottie does trust her.

Mary is the youngest, dramatic, selfish, childish, and acts princess-like. She is young and looking for adventure.

EC:  What did you want readers to get out of the book?

KJ:  This book quote, summarizes my feelings, “I hope Dottie’s story will illuminate their sacrifices, courage, and the critical role played in the combat theatres during World War II.” Plus, to inform people who did not know how severe the manpower shortage was in the services at that time. Recruiting these women would fill the non-combat roles to free the men to fight in combat. 

EC: Next book?

KJ: Jeannie will be back and becomes Dottie’s side-kick character. It is tentatively titled A Map to Murder. After working with Military Police to solve the murder of her fellow soldier, in this book, Auxiliary Dottie Lincoln wanted to get a permanent assignment with Captain Devlin and the MPs. Instead, she is sent to work for Force 141, a top-secret planning headquarters just outside the city. She soon finds herself drawn into a web of secrecy, betrayals and murder, racing to root out a traitor before an innocent woman is hanged for a crime she did not commit. 

THANK YOU!!

[cevallosamelia]

Integrated Proyect- Amelia Cevallos

"Preserving the Flow: A Water Conservation Crusade"

Science Fiction; Fiction based on imagined future scientific or technologhical things and enviromental changes.

Story: an account of imaginary or real people and events told for entertainment.

Tale: a fictitious or true narrative or story, especially one that is imaginatively recounted.

One day, I woke up one ordinary morning in my life. As usual, I went to the kitchen to say “good morning“ to my roommates, the ones which I have lived with since I moved to Spain in 2024, now we all became best friends, especially Olivia and Martín. They are Colombian and Italian exchange students that with the passing of the years moved to Spain because they like the Country, the same as me. Besides that, i have to say that that day i had a bad feeling, but i continue my day usually and how i was saying i went to the kitchen also to drink a glass o water so i open the tap of water it suddenly was no longer flowing,water were all driver up  and at first i thought that was a problem of the pipelines. I went to ask my roommates if they know if there is a problem with the zone in which we live. While Martin and I were confused, Olivia bring up that she also can’t take a shower because there was no water. Then we received several notifications on twitter. I quickly realized that this wasn't a local issue; it was worldwide. The news confirmed my worst fears, reporting that water had vanished everywhere. The planet was on the brink of a catastrophe. The news that was going to change many lives at that moment, we looked at our cell phones and it said in several posts, "the world has run out of its main resource, the world has run out of WATER!" The faucets ran dry, and not a drop of water remained in any part of the World. Panic gripped me as I rushed outside the apartament, only to realize that the entire world had run out of water.

Desperation led me to all the social media that could possibly exist,previously  I grabbed my phone to check out if I could find something of what was happening or maybe a little possibility of any clue that let me know a solution for that horrible situation. Once we didn’t know what to do. One of my friends Came up with an idea, that when I heard it I was shocked.  Martín said “I know someone that maybe he could know what to do”. At this time Olivia and I looked at each other strangely and then we laughed. But Martin was sure and serious about the conversation, he also told us that this person that will save us is here in the apartament with us. Then he dropped the bomb and he said, “Amelia you are the one that will bring the water back to the planet”. I was confused and I stood still. We didn’t have time for complaining so I followed the instructions carefully. But also he said that I had in my closet an Old Watch that my parents gave me in 2022. I looked at him not knowing what to do and still very confused , but I just nodded and continued following the instructions.With no time to waste, I decided to embark on a journey to find a solution to the water scarcity that had the planet empty. Little did I know that the answer to this problem lay hidden in the depths of time itself. Armed with determination, I set out to figure out how to travel through time. With trembling hands, I picked up the Watch and turned the dial to a time when water was abundant. Suddenly, I was transported to a place and it was ancient . While I was thinking what I'm supposed to do at that age I  turned off my Watch and continued walking. At that moment I realized that my best friends came up with me on this trip.

Olivia:”hey! We were able to come with you one way or another Amelia, now what we should do or where we have to start searching for any solution”.

Martin:”First we need to calm down a little bit because this trip got me very confused and a bit dizzy”.

Amelia:”Okay I think y know what we Can do, obviously we need to make people aware of the priceless value of water”.

Finally, we stumbled upon an ancient civilization and we ask around the place if someone could help us.that had developed advanced water conservation techniques. They showed us how they had thrived in a world with limited water resources. It was an eye-opening experience, and we realized that we needed to learn from the past to build a better future. Armed with newfound knowledge and inspiration, we returned to our time, where we had a plan to implement sustainable water management practices. We worked tirelessly to instill the importance of water conservation in our society, teaching people to cherish every drop. Slowly but steadily, we saw a change in people's attitudes towards water. They began to cut back on wasteful habits and started to use water more responsibly. The world gradually recovered from the water crisis, and our journey through time had made a significant impact. Slowly but steadily, we saw a change in people's attitudes towards water. They began to cut back on wasteful habits and started to use water more responsibly. The world gradually recovered from the water crisis, and our journey through time had made a significant impact. We came back to the present to see if there is a result of all that we made in the past and how we can implement these new strategies in the present.

References:

https://dictionary.cambridge.org/dictionary/english/tale

https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/story

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Science_fiction

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Amelia Cevallos Centeno- 3 A

[orellana-roxana]

"Preserving the Flow: A Water Conservation Crusade"

It was a day like any other. First, I got ready, had a cappuccino and decided to leave for the beach to continue my research, in this case, on penguins. Some time ago I decided to move to Australia to continue my research on marine fauna. As soon as I left, I noticed that something was wrong, but I didn't think much of it. Clearly, I should have. When I got to the beach, I couldn't believe my eyes; it was practically a desert.

"What happened to the water?" I said.

I ran back to my house and turned on my laptop to check the internet for updates. That's when I realized how serious it was. There was no more water in the world; the situation was chaos. I couldn't leave it like this, so I decided to visit my cousin, a somewhat crazy scientist dedicated to carrying out space and time research. I arrived at her lab, she was already waiting for me with a small metal machine, similar to a robot. 

"What is that?" I asked.

"There's no time; you're the only one capable of solving this!" she shouted at me.

Then, she pressed the red button on the machine, opening a huge portal. I stood watching when I felt someone push me. I turned to look at her, but everything was black.

"Good luck; you'll be back in a week," I heard her voice in the distance.

When I opened my eyes again, I could tell I was not in the same place. I was on the patio of my old school. 

"I went back in time!" I exclaimed as I checked the date on my smartphone. I ran to the classroom I was in that year. When I arrived, I was told that I was the only one left to start the talk with the governor. He talked about pollution and how we should try to look after the water. Then I had an idea.

"Sir, these campaigns won't be much help if only one person does it. We must get everyone involved." I said.

I proposed a plan involving everyone. The governor agreed and decided to set up a meeting with the president of the country. After this meeting, there were others, and the plan continued growing, being implemented in each country to reduce waste and stop dumping garbage into the sea.

Finally, after a week, I returned. I woke up to find myself on the sofa in my house, and next to me was my brother and my cousin. When they saw me get up, they hugged me.

"You did it!" they said. Apparently, the plan had worked, and everything was fine now.