#and he's using his knowledge to help people!!!

[organic-bloodbath]

Please, forgive me (i love you)

Thanos x Pregnant!Reader

Summary: Thanos finds his ex-girlfriend, now very much pregnant, in the games with him. You didn’t break up in good terms but Thanos does everything he can to protect you in the games. You and your baby.

A/N: Forks don't exist in Squid Game ok. Idk whatever the hell this is but i missed this little purple shit in s3 😔

☆☆☆

Thanos was prepared to leave the games with a stack of money – not with a stack of money and a newborn baby.

When he saw you for the first time, right before the first game started, his heart dropped and for a moment he forgot how to function. What the hell were you doing here?

"Y/N?" he asked, making you turn around to face him. He was about to pull some sort of a joke on you, but his amused and cocky smile faded as he looked down to your stomach – clearly a very, very pregnant stomach. Getting any words out of his mouth wasn't so easy anymore.

“Su-bong,” you replied coldly and crossed your arms against your chest. You had already seen him inside, being surrounded by a crowd of his fans, eager to be in the picture with him and disappointed when they couldn't get the photo together with the oh so amazing rap artist. You were probably the only one who didn’t want to talk to him or hear a single word from him in return, having nothing good to say to him.

“What… what are you doing here?” Thanos asked, shocked to see you after all these months.

8 months exactly. The last time Thanos had seen you was in your apartment. You were shouting and throwing things at him, screaming at him for ruining your life and how you never wanted to see him again. You had kicked him out in the middle of the night, ending the three year long relationship. You had taken a lot of shit from Thanos, always forgiving him, but using your money for more drugs without your knowledge and permission, a lot of it too, when he had ran out of his was the final point of a breakdown for you and ending things between the two of you. Later, when you were already gone, he had realized how he had taken you for granted and put his career as a rap artist before you. Both his career and drugs, while you were supposed to be his priority.

“Do you actually have to ask that?” you scoffed. “I think you know pretty well what kind of debts you left me after you emptied my bank account. And my life has only gone to worse ever since.”

The game will now begin.

“Y/N, I —“ Thanos started but you brushed him off.

“Fuck off, Thanos,” you spat and quickly walked away from him to the other side of the field before the game would start.

You had never called him ‘Thanos’, it was always Su-bong. Thanos knew that he deserved all the hate from you, he was aware of that. He had fucked up, big time, and he didn’t know if you’d ever forgive him for that.

☆☆☆

As the first few days passed, you didn’t talk to him, didn’t even look at his way. You simply wanted nothing to do with him, and Thanos understood that. He deserved it. But he couldn't help but look in your way whenever the players were thrown back into the dorm after the games.

You had found your own group there, hanging out the most with the player 388, 120 and 456. He watched you, whether you were aware of it or not. Wanting to approach you, talk to you, but you would just push him away, and he didn't want to cause a scene in front of other people. Thanos didn't know if you wanted to be associated with him there at all, letting others know that you already knew each other and even that Thanos had been the one to knock you up. Or had you told about it to the others already? No, of course you hadn't. It was a secret you didn't want to spill. Thanos had to respect that.

Thanos opened the cross hanging from his neck, planting one of the pills on his tongue to get his mind off everything.

Off the games. And you.

☆☆☆

During the game of Mingle, Thanos made sure that you had a team to search for a room with before he'd start heading towards one of the rooms with other players. He had to see that you made it in and weren't left all alone by the carousel.

But the player 388 and 120 took good care of you.

However, when it was time for two players to find a room together, Thanos noticed you nearby still without a partner. Before the player 388 (Dae-ho, was it?) would manage to reach you, Thanos grabbed your hand and started leading you towards one of the rooms.

“Thanos, for fuck’s sake can—“ you started, angry at meddling into your business when you were just fine with a partner already.

"Will you stop avoiding me?" Thanos asked, annoyed of your stubborn behavior. “Please, can we just talk?”

“About what exactly?” you asked, crossing your arms.

Thanos wasn’t sure what to say. There was so much he wanted to say but he didn’t know where to start or how to form his thoughts into real sentences so that they’d make any sense. It didn’t help either that he was a little high. And you seemed to pick on it. You could always tell.

“Are you high again?” you asked, narrowing your eyes. You scoffed and shook your head, turning away from him. “Typical.”

“Y/N, seriously,” Thanos repeated. God, why did he have to take the pill again. “I just want to make up things between us.”

“Why?” you chuckled. “Because I’m pregnant and suddenly you have a need to be a responsible dad?”

“No, I don’t mean that,” Thanos shook his head and rolled his eyes.

“Then what?”

“I just,” he started but the words got stuck in his throat.

The door unlocked, and you didn’t spare him a moment longer, leaving him alone in the room.

☆☆☆

That night, you had ended up to lying on the nasty bathroom floor, knees up and legs spread. This was absolutely the worst fucking moment to start giving birth.

It was the middle of the night, you had woken up to bad stomach cramps and felt the mattress turned wet underneath you. So, after the initial shock and panicking, you woke Geum-ja up, knowing she was the best person to help you.

Although, as Geum-ja was walking you towards the bathroom, you hadn’t been the only one up and awake. Thanos had been sitting on his own bed, not being able to sleep, when he noticed you going towards the bathroom with the old woman supporting you so you wouldn’t fall on the floor.

Something was clearly wrong. Thanos knew you didn’t want to see him, wanted nothing to do with him, but he grew worried and had to get up and go to see what was going on.

You were crying, tears streaming down your cheeks.

“I can’t do it, I can’t,” you sobbed, shaking your head. “I don’t want to. Please don’t make me do this.”

“It’s time, dear. The baby’s coming, whether you wanted it or not,” Geum-ja said calmly. “Now, take a deep breath and lay down, alright?”

When both of you noticed Thanos arriving to the doorway, you fell silent, just a hiccup slipping out of your throat. Thanos’ eyes widened when he realized what was going on.

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck shit.

“Su-bong, get the fuck out of here,” you growled, fuming inside.

But Thanos was frozen still on his spot, eyes wide unable to move.

“Su-bong. Get. Out.”

But he stayed, Geum-ja approving his help since there was nobody else around right now.

“I fucking hate you,” you gritted between your teeth, squeezing Thanos’ hand so hard it hurt but Thanos tried not to show it. “God, how much I hate you.”

“I know, I know,” Thanos mumbled, trying not to take anything coming out of your mouth personally right now.

Thanos brushed your hair and forehead with his free hand, a few strands of hair sticking on the sweaty skin. You had lost the sense of time how many minutes had passed. Ten minutes? An hour? It felt like the baby was taking forever to come out, the pain being unbearable, the worst pain you had ever had to go through. This would certainly be the last time you would willingly give birth to a child.

“One last push,” Geum-ja instructed.

When the baby finally came out and you heard crying, you let yourself relax. Thanos held you behind you, your body shivering and limp from exhaustion.

When the baby was in your arms, the initial crying and screaming stopped, you could have burst in tears as well. And you did, without realizing it.

You let yourself lean against Thanos’ chest, his arms around your waist as he pulled you slightly up, but still sitting on the floor while Geum-ja cleaned you up a little. You were way too tired and out of energy to even move your limbs at the moment, actually glad that Thanos were there to support you.

“She’s pretty,” Thanos whispered and pressed a kiss on top of your head.

“She is,” you said and smiled, only concentrating on your newborn baby and how much love you already had for her.

☆☆☆

Your arm was broken after the hide and seek game, it definitely was, and you could barely hold the baby in your arms. How the hell could you make it through the game without accidentally dropping her on the way?

"I can carry her," Thanos offered.

"What?" you asked. "Oh hell no."

"Y/N, you clearly can't carry her on your own," Thanos argued.

"Are you on drugs right now?" you asked, trying to get closer to look into his eyes.

"No, i'm not on drugs," Thanos sighed. He knew you wouldn't believe him that easily, knowing how he had acted during all the previous games.

"I have a really hard time believing that," you scoffed. "You've been on drugs constantly since we got here."

"Fair, but i haven't taken a single pill after you gave birth," he explained.

"That was literally one day ago."

"What else are you going to do with her, huh?"

You knew you wouldn't be able to pass the game with your baby in your arms.

"Come on, give her to me," Thanos pleaded. He wanted you and the baby go to the other side safely. He wanted to help you to get out of here. Take care of you. Keep you safe. Protect you.

Because god damn it how much he loved you.

You looked around you. Gi-hun was going to carry Jun-hee’s baby across the bridge, so he wouldn’t be able to help.

Yes, two babies had been born during these games. Bet the VIPs were having a blast.

Dae-ho was dead, Hyun-ju was dead, even Geum-ja was dead — you had nobody left anymore. Nobody who you truly, from the bottom of your heart, trusted. Even though you had known each of them for barely a week, you trusted them more with your baby than this reckless drug addict in front of you.

But you had no choice.

“If you drop her, I’ll actually kill you with my bare hands,” you threatened him.

“And I’d expect nothing less,” he replied with a smile on his lips, but the look on your face told him that this wasn’t the time to joke about anything. He cleared his throat and turned more serious. “I’ll keep her safe, I promise.”

You were hesitant but gave the baby to Thanos. He handled her like she was made of glass and would break in pieces if he held her too tightly.

“Hi, baby,” Thanos whispered and smiled, looking directly into his daughter’s eyes. It was the first time he held her in his arms, and the sight of them together made your heart skip a beat and eyes tear up a little, smile threatening to crawl on your lips but you tried to keep your face neutral.

You looked towards the bridge, half of the people had already stepped their foot on the bridge. You swallowed, your body getting filled with so much anxiety your hands were shaking and you felt like you could throw up. You can do this, you thought. It’s not so bad. Just jump at the correct moment and you’ll be fine. Easy. Easy game. Nothing to worry about.

But each time the rope swept another player off the bridge to their death, you became less and less confident on passing the game yourself.

“Hey,” Thanos said quietly, startling you from your thoughts. “It’ll be alright, you can do it. We can do it.”

You took a deep breath in, trying to calm yourself down.

“You wanna go first or should we?”

“I… I’ll go first,” you muttered and took one last look at your child in Thanos’ arms, pressing a kiss on her forehead before heading towards the bridge. You didn’t spare Thanos another look, you couldn’t. You’d see him on the other side, right?

Thanos didn’t think he had ever been as scared as he was right at this moment. He didn’t care that much if he fell and died. To be honest, he was surprised he had managed to progress this far in the games, not taking them seriously and recklessly fooling around. Now, he had to concentrate a lot more, because he was responsible for another life as well. A life that hadn’t even properly started yet. And if he fucked up this, you’d be gone forever. You would probably push him over the edge in the end of the bridge if he arrived there empty-handed.

Thanos glanced towards the platform at the end of the bridge. You were safely standing there among other few players who had passed the game. You were safe, thank god for that; Thanos wasn’t ready to become a single father, raise his kid on his own.

One jump, two steps, then he looked back into your eyes again. You didn’t dare to move your eyes from them for even one second, as if staring at their progress would help Thanos keep his balance and not trip on his feet.

He was doing well, he could do it. Almost there. Almost back there with you.

Finally, Thanos stepped on the platform and walked towards you.

“See, told you it was gonna be simple,” Thanos said with a smile.

You instantly took the baby back into your arms from Thanos. She was alright, you were alright - he was alright too.

“Y/N,” Thanos said before you could turn around and leave. “I want to be in your life. Both of yours.”

“Yeah?” you said, raising your eyebrows. “Not until you quit taking drugs and are able to prove that you’ve changed.”

Thanos hesitated for a moment. Then, he pulled his cross necklace over his head, opening it and showing the remaining four pills inside of it.

“This is all I have here,” he said. “I won’t take any tonight or for tomorrow’s game, alright?” You didn’t answer at first. He then closed the cross and turned around, throwing it over the edge until the metal cross hit the floor next to the fallen corpses. Thanos turned back to you.

“That’s a start but not nearly enough,” you said.

“I know.” Thanos pushed a strand of hair behind your ear. “I promise I’ll try.”

☆☆☆

[okavara]

Things I have done for CotV, in no particular order:

Read the entire Wikipedia page for Radomes all for a single mention of them in chapter 5

Handled raw venison in meal prep and sniffed it (smelled like blood and berries)

tasted soap to see what the hype is about (Dr.Kel what the fuck. I could feel it dissolving my mouth)

Reasearched antlers. Antlers. So much fucking antler knowledge

Antler growth cycles, antler shedding cycles, the appropriate times of the year for when Kelryptid's antlers would complete growing (he is late in the season, it would be early fall but he's a late fall baby because he's a supernatural baby) and when they will fall off (late winter)

Studied every minute I had acrylic nails on to understand the ergonomics of having lengthened claws/nails (it's not as hard to adjust to as I thought)

Figured out how to make predator clicks with a human voice

Did two full playthroughs of VotV, getting myself into Dr.Kel's headspace

One of which I wrote down his thoughts every day, cataloguing the events and encounters I had in my own personalized playthrough, thus crafting his backstory for CotV in days 1-43 (WHICH I WILL WRITE A PREQUEL ABOUT)

Researched arirals. So much

scrawled over every scrap of info we have about ASO, Dunkeltaler, Dr.Kel, and made a mind library of it

Asked for advice from two people from Ireland to ask them about how to make references to Kel being Irish in good taste, figure out a county of origin for him, and get a better understanding of what his speech mannerisms/accent might be like (and also to make sure I don't write him too American lol) (Results from this btw: Headcanon he grew up in Cavan and moved to Dublin for University, and spent a lot of time online, making his accent a mix of Cavan, Dublin, and a sprinkle of American from the internet)

Listened to/watched several Irish youtubers from various counties to get a good mental image in my mind of general speech mannerisms/cadence for how Dr.Kel should talk

studied the spines of cats and their tails and how they move them to communicate emotion

Given myself lotsa caffeine to experience how shaky Kel would have been (very)

made an entire backstory for the ariral side characters that show up

Made up an entire idea of what's going on with ASO in the background (no spoilers yet)

Decorated an entire VotV base exactly how I imagine Kelryptid to have decorated his house, and then some

Hosted Q&A in character just so I can write him better and practice writing his character

And much, much more! Specifically these are things I have just done for the sake of studying CotV, however I also draw a lot from my life experience writing CotV. Spooky woods encounters and growing up rural helps give me a great idea of what running through the forest is like- I used to do it daily, growing up.

Fanfic writers, I wanna hear your stories about how you do your research for your fics.

I just took an entire physics course solely for this one fic I'm writing that only mentions physics in one paragraph.

[julietcpulet]

Jinshi’s Importance to the Plot

Ironically people who want to say it’s misogyny that makes fans elevate Jinshi in Apothecary Diaries beyond female characters do much the same from a sexist point of view of devaluing his character as a male.

I’ve said this before but while Maomao is the main character, she wouldn’t be able to do much of what she does without Jinshi. A fact she is well aware of and doesn’t begrudge. He introduced her to Gyokuyou which is how she became integral to the rear palace, she used his status on multiple occasions to help her grant access where she wouldn’t have been able to go otherwise and she even tells Lishu to ask him about her problem as she knows she cannot help directly without his assistance. He even helped her get back to the rear palace after she basically got herself fired by bringing her in as a maid and paying off her debt at the Verdigris House. Jinshi is the shadow behind Maomao that helps move her character through the story. People love to comment “they grow / propel each other” which I’m aware of and agree but this is about people’s dislike and devaluing of Jinshi in the narrative specifically. If he weren’t there Maomao’s story would feel incomplete.

As for other women in the series, they too benefit from Jinshi which again shows his permanence to the narrative vs their transience and less integral nature to the story as whole. Shisui for example, while important to the Shi clan plot, was only able to have impact at the final part of her story because of Jinshi’s kindness. He could’ve killed her when he discovered the gun was a fake, as she said overpowering her would’ve easy. Instead he listens to her, watches her whole performance play out and takes on the knowledge of the Shi clan and guilt of the previous Emperor for her. He promises the children will be safe and her sister and is the only one who seems to understand the meaning behind her dramatic death. Without him there would’ve liked been more bloodshed and she wouldn’t have had what little redemption she did manage at the end.

Gyokuyou is also a prominent female character who relies on Jinshi. In the rear palace she trusts him to protect her from the schemes of the other women and to care for her child. Afterwards when she is Empress she has to hope he will not unseat her own son in a succession bid. She’s also the one who puts much stress on him by putting pressure on Maomao to return to her service and expecting him to continually deny having her as a wife because of the discomfort it will cause the Empire. Without his continual denial of his own wishes while still fulfilling his own duties for the Empire, Gyokuyou would’ve been put into many difficult positions a long time ago but he has tried as much as he can to respect and protect even her no matter the political issues between their stations.

There are more female examples than this but my point here is that while Apothecary Diaries certainly does not have one-dimensional female characters, it does not have flat male characters either. So saying that just because Apothecary Diaries simply has more female characters means that Jinshi must be less relevant is underestimating just why he has been the central male figure for all of the light novels, features as Maomao’s love interest and basically holds the place as secondary main character.

His plot may not always take center stage but the difficulties of him being Crown Prince have been an undercurrent since novel 1, from his identity to now what position he’ll take in the future. Expanding arcs that even Maomao is involved in at the periphery play into what will happen with the Empire and the succession which Jinshi has been at the center of since the beginning.

People can dislike it, they can want to ship whatever is not canon but as a character himself, Jinshi is important and irreplaceable to the Apothecary Diaries world. You can like Jinshi and still appreciate the female characters while knowing that many of the female characters simply do not take up the of narrative space he does. It is not misogynistic to say so. However, to deny his place in the story as a male and elevate the women’s just because they are female regardless of the actual contribution of the character is sexist. You can enjoy both without saying that the women have to be better because they’re female. Because they’re not even on the same level in the narrative. Where Shisui appears for 4 novels out of 14 so far and even Gyokuou may appear for a few chapters and be a background figure overall, among other women, Jinshi is only behind Maomao herself in being integral to the driving narrative.

It’s not wrong for people to like and appreciate a character who is literally helping make the plot what it is, that is actually what they’re meant to do. The problem here is people who are unwilling to recognize that just because a character is male does not mean they cannot contribute to a plotline as much as a female character, have as much depth and be featured more than other female characters in the plot without it being any kind of hidden misogyny or meaning other than they enjoy the characters how they’re written.

[one-annon]

REGRETEVATOR X FORSAKEN CROSSOVER AU!

going family by family :) starting with "the originals" and moving my way through. if you have a specific character youd like to hear about, tell me! ill prioritize them and their family!!

THE "ORIGINALS" - telamon/shedletsky, builderman, 1x1x1x1, kasper, null

NOTE: the admins all have a godly and "mortal" form! once they switch to their mortal form, theyre unable to go back unless another admin grants them the ability to.

john and jane were created by the admins, they’re the adam and eve of roblox, the test subjects.

they had a child.

builder took a more humanoid, enjoyable form to approach them. he helped them build the town. john became the mayor, jane became his wife, and their child grew.

throughout the years, families came and went.

telamon started to feel slightly lonely without builder with him all the time, the man having found entertainment on the world they had created.

one day, he pointed to the doe's, asking to builder: "is that possible for us?"

and thats how their three came along. first it was 1x, the child that telamon deemed to be a failure. "he wasnt strong enough."

next was kasper, who was better at physical fighting than with weapons like telamon wanted. telamon saw both of his children as failures. builderman didn’t. he appreciated the hard work his boys put in. the two boys were close, having to care for each other due to their fathers always being out.

behind closed doors, the two admin were creating something. an entity that could hopefully travel between worlds. they coded everything they needed, made a special ai to keep track of everything going on.

then they brought in people. “test subjects,” as telamon called them. the first to join in the program was the mayor’s child. john and jane were a little skeptical about the whole idea, but their child wanted to, so they let them.

their body was put in a coma, their consciousness trapped in an ai character they had created themselves. to keep them safe, builder had programed their ai to watch over them. keep them safe from harm.

it was mostly successful, but due to other projects and certain hackers, they had to abandon the project. unknowingly to them, their ai they had created - M.R. - was hacked by their child. 1x wanted revenge. he didn’t enjoy his fathers ignoring him.

kasper was the more normal of the two. he had grown to be a fine young man. but 1x? abandoned. just like that stupid project. with the help of his brothers nerdy knowledge, he had hacked that stupid ai and made it more powerful than he had intended.

they had left the area, never telling their fathers what happened.

telamon had another project going on. builder was doing his daily visit down to the town, enjoying his time with "people". telamon had wondered, what if those people were changed? could they be adjusted to be how he see fit?

so he had to use force. he took his child, the then 18 year old, kasper, and injected him with the serum. kasper had thrashed, screamed, cried, then he went silent. he felt fine. telamon was frustrated with the results.

it was slow. the boy had moved into his own apartment, found a roommate, but it wasnt until later that kasper had started to change. it started with little things. he began to forget his friends, his family. he forgot his best friend, the aggregate-burls boy. telamon didn't blame him for that. the boy had died in a car accident a year ago.

he adjusted the serum, adding and subtracting whatever he needed before finally inserting it into the world he had created. builder, of course, had no clue of what had happened. he inserted it into one freshly turned adult's meal. he figured no one would care about the boy. he was a thief, a pick pocketer.

it worked almost instantly. telamon watched with delight as the boy screamed, as he grabbed onto the doorway of this home, crying out for help. he tried to grab the phone, trying to call someone, telamon supposed. then he fell to the floor, fainting from the shock and pain.

telamon had known the boy for a while. his older brother was a test for a project doombringer was working on. interesting fellow. apparently that thing had a friend. how funny! guests dont usually seem like the type to care.

when the boys mother arrived home, telamon was ecstatic to discover she was the head doctor at the hospital in town. so, naturally, he placed the blame on her. starting with builder and spreading outward. the woman was arrested, her mutilated son soon to follow.

telamon never saw the trial results. he was too busy dealing with fucking 1x. that damned child. builder wasnt there during the infection. he was searching for their equally as distasteful child. telamon wished he never had spoken about having children. he wish they would be to his standards.

then he had an idea. of course. why didn’t he think of that?

he gave builder a list, a long ass list, of things he wanted in a child. "willing to work without pay, strong, vicious, willing to take criticism, obedient, will not cry, etc." all the man was asked, was to created a child. the perfect child for telamon.

during this period of time, builder could hardly think. his children were missing, and telamon just wanted another one? alright. whatever. he'll find his children one way or another. he constructed the 'child' out of metal, hardwired and coded it, painted it, gave it an outfit, gave it a gps. a tracker. a way to hunt down his sons.

and that’s exactly what it was used for.

"I don’t want it to have feelings. I want it to be null." telamon had said.

null. an excellent name. so that’s what his creation was called. he had trained the bot for two missions : to find his children, and to help.

telamon loved the thing. he loved how it would fight, protect itself. builderman, too, started to favor this child. it would assist in his construction work, it would help that tall drunken man back to his husband, it was perfect.

then it too, went missing.

telamon was pissed. he had every guard he had hunting down his perfect creation. what if his disgrace of a child got to it? what if his failure of a son got to it?

it wasn’t until the information leaked. some recording done by college hackers. it showed his creation, and that filthy test subject, entering the elevator. his perfect creation was following aimlessly, muttering about the other coming home. and was that kasper?

behind the camera, two men spoke.

“nolls? are you seeing this shit?”

the camera shook a little.

another voice, deeper. “what the hell is that?”

“I don’t know, it looks like an elevator.”

“well no shit, sherlock. what’s it doing here?”

“i’m not sure.”

“who’s that going in?”

“why the hell would i know?”

they called for the two. watched and recorded as they entered the elevator. the voice, the more glitched, deeper one, spoke again.

“that guy kinda looks like the helperbots, no?”

“and the boy. is that builder’s son?”

“oh, spawn! an admin leaving his child!”

“I dont think builder would..maybe telamon?”

“that godly son of a bitch? I wouldn't be surprised!”

“dude, we gotta go home. we gotta upload this somewhere!”

“expose the admins? I like your thinking, sevvy!”

the recording ended. he was exposed. his reputation was ruined.

over the course of weeks, people starting questioning their faith toward telamon, calling him an awful father and an even worse being.

he threatened to restart, to kill everyone in his town. they should respect him! no matter what he does!!! he’s their god!

telamon was so angry, he hadn't noticed the elevator coming back. he hadn't noticed the town gathering a search party for his stupid, infected son and entering it.

not all of the town had left, but he knew the remaining people who once praised him wouldn't follow his rule anymore. his most perfect follower had been silenced from spreading the word of what he had done. and his jester? damn thing wasnt cutting it anymore. he had locked him away, taken his arms and melted his legs to the floor, stuck him in a dark abyss. alone. no body, barely any senses, no feeling.

he had to build himself back up. after he had killed 1x to prevent the need to care for a child, and to get rid of that disappointment of a boy, he has mortalized himself.

he lived with builder, acting as someone who had just moved in, even going as far as to changed his name. shedletsky.

all was well for shedletsky. builder gained his reputation back, claiming that hed never seen that recording. he didn't know who that was. he pretended not to know his child was dead and his son was missing. builder could pretend for shedletsky.

[queencaptainbarnes]

To Lose Both

Summary: Bucky & Steve never could find out what happened to you in the future, but when a mission causes them to go to the past, they see you again from afar.

Steve and Bucky were strapping on their gear, getting ready to leave. The mission was definitely out of the ordinary, but everyone else was already off on their own assignments, and Fury made it clear this one had to stay under the radar.

Neither man knew exactly how to feel about the plan. Tony swore it was foolproof — easy, as long as they didn’t get caught.

Right. Easy.

“You ready?” Steve asked, glancing up from where he was tightening his boots.

Bucky adjusted a strap across his shoulder, then held out a hand to help him up. Steve took it, standing beside him.

“I don’t know,” Bucky admitted. “This plan seems like it could go sideways. Especially since it’s us going back.”

“We can pull it off. It’s gonna be weird, though…” Steve’s voice was steady, but even he wasn’t fully sold on the idea. Still, they didn’t have many options.

“Let’s just get this over with,” Bucky grumbled, and the two of them made their way into Banner and Stark’s lab.

“If it isn’t the stars of the show,” Tony called out as they entered. “You boys ready?”

His enthusiasm didn’t do much to ease their nerves. In fact, it made Bucky visibly more annoyed.

“I guess,” Steve muttered, eyeing the machine they were about to use. “You sure this is a good idea?”

“Nope,” Tony replied without missing a beat. “But since when have we ever had a solid plan that was also a good idea?”

Steve shot him a look — unimpressed.

“You’ll be fine, Cap,” Tony said with a shrug. “Not like you’re going somewhere you’ve never been.”

“This isn’t the same, Tony,” Steve replied.

Tony sighed. “Look. Fury thinks the blueprints you’re stealing are being used for some kind of future weapon — one they’re testing on undercover agents. Torture-level stuff.” He tapped rapidly on his iPad. “If you two aren’t up for the job—”

“We didn’t say that,” Bucky cut in.

Tony raised an eyebrow, glancing between them. “Okaaay. Step up on the platform.”

Steve climbed on first, Bucky right behind. They watched Tony retreat behind the control panel.

“This better not backfire, Stark,” Bucky muttered.

Tony rolled his eyes, glancing up. “Feel free to leave him on the side of the road with a sign that says ‘Free to a Good Home,’” he said, smirking.

“Tony,” Steve warned.

“Relax. Just kidding.”

A moment later, both men felt it — a strange tingling, like tiny electric currents crawling over their skin. Steve shivered and stepped a little closer to Bucky.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Tingly. Like… light electrocution.” Bucky cleared his throat, trying to shake off the dull headache forming behind his eyes.

Suddenly, the lab disappeared.

They were standing in what looked like a storage closet. Dusty. Dim. Musty.

“Smells old in here,” Bucky muttered.

Steve cracked open the door, peeking out into a hallway buzzing with people walking by.

“Hopefully Tony put us in the right place,” he whispered.

“This was a stupid plan. Why did we agree to this?”

Steve smirked faintly, glancing over his shoulder. “We’ve gotten away with worse.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “You Avengers really push your luck.”

“I think now’s a good opening.” Steve slipped out into the hallway, Bucky right behind him.

“The tracker Tony gave us is working — I’ve got a signal.”

They moved down the hall, heads low, blending in. No one gave them a second glance.

“Here,” Steve whispered, stopping in front of a door labeled Tech Labs. He pushed it open slowly. The room was empty.

“Wow. Not even one guy,” Bucky said.

Steve checked the wall clock. “It’s noon. Probably out to lunch.”

“That’s terrible security.”

“It’s the past, Buck. They weren’t too concerned about it back then.”

“Little do they know half their staff are Hydra.”

Steve sighed. The knowledge still stung. The very organization Peggy helped build had been rotten on the inside all along. He’d tried to move on — rebuilding S.H.I.E.L.D. gave him hope — but some wounds still ached.

The lab was filled with tables cluttered with vials, blueprints, and notes Steve didn’t begin to understand. Tony’s tracker led them to a locked filing cabinet in the far corner. The signal beeped rapidly.

“Find it?” Bucky asked.

“I think so. Keep watch, will ya?” Steve pulled out a lock-pick kit and knelt in front of the cabinet.

“Why don’t you just break it open?” Bucky asked, keeping his eyes on the hallway.

“That wouldn’t be very subtle, would it?”

“It’d be faster.”

“We’re supposed to be quick and quiet, Buck,” Steve muttered, focused on the lock.

“Whatever. They could’ve asked Natasha and Clint to do this.”

“They’re on a mission in Peru. Why are you so against this, anyway?”

“I just wanna get out of here before someone we know shows up.”

“Like who?” Steve asked, pausing. “We don’t know anyone here. It’s simple. In and out.”

A click — the lock opened. Steve grinned as he stood, pulling out a file labeled in red sharpie.

“Told you. In and out.”

Bucky turned to him but froze, eyes widening. Then his expression shifted — something between shock and sadness.

“No way…” he whispered.

“What’s wrong?” Steve asked, but before he could get an answer, Bucky grabbed him by the shoulder and yanked him down behind one of the lab desks.

“Hide. Now.”

Steve was about to question it, but then he heard the door burst open — slamming against the wall.

“You’re being absolutely unreasonable!” a woman shouted.

Steve went still. That voice — he knew that voice.

Peggy.

Her heels clicked against the lab floor as she paced. Another pair of shoes followed closely behind.

“Do you have any idea how dangerous this is?” Peggy said. “You’re throwing your life away—”

“My life? My life ended the day my brother died!” the second voice snapped.

Steve’s breath caught in his throat.

Y/n.

His sister. Her voice — filled with pain, defiance, life. He hadn’t heard it in decades.

He glanced at Bucky. His friend was frozen, expression unreadable, eyes wide.

“Y/n,” Peggy started, but she was cut off.

“He’s dead!” Y/n’s voice cracked, like it physically hurt her to say it. “And I was so happy when he didn’t get enlisted the first time.”

Steve furrowed his brow, leaning in slightly.

“The second time…” she continued, her voice softer. “I never told Steve, but the day before I went to the recruiter’s office, I begged the guy not to let him enlist. Told him he wasn’t what they were looking for. I practically begged him.”

Steve inhaled sharply, barely a sound — but Bucky heard it.

Peggy was quiet for a moment. “Y/n… your brother was a hero. Captain America meant so much to so many people—”

“I don’t care!” Y/n yelled, slamming her hand on the table. “He was my brother first. He didn’t need to be Captain America to be brave. Or kind. Or funny. He already was… and now he’s gone.”

Steve felt like the air had been sucked from his lungs.

“Y/n,” Peggy said gently. “What you’re trying to do — it’s dangerous. You could die trying to find—”

“I have no one left, Peggy,” Y/n said quietly. “Part of me died the day Steve told me Bucky was gone. And the rest of me died when Steve didn’t come home.”

There was a pause, and then her voice steadied — cold, determined.

“If Howard is going to find my brother, then I’m going to find the man I love. I’m bringing them home. Both of them.”

Steve looked over at Bucky again.

His friend’s breath had stilled. His eyes were glassy.

“You won’t find Sergeant Barnes’ body, Y/n,” Peggy said carefully.

“I’ll find something,” Y/n muttered. “I have better luck than Stark. Maybe even better instincts.”

“If Steve knew…”

“He’d hate me,” Y/n said. “For being bitter. For trying to keep him from enlisting. For not being the supportive little sister he thought I was. But you know what? I’d rather him be alive and hate me… than die thinking I never cared. That I was just pretending to believe in him.”

Peggy stood there…silent. The weight of Y/n’s confession filled the room like fog — thick, heavy, and hard to breathe through. Steve sat still, back against the cold steel leg of the table, fists clenched. He couldn’t move. Couldn’t think straight. Every word she said echoed through his chest like a thunderclap.

He’d never heard that side of her pain.

He had always assumed she was proud. Supportive. Heartbroken, yes, but never this. Never so filled with regret. And the truth hurt — because she wasn’t wrong.

Beside him, Bucky was equally shaken. She was here. Alive. Breathing. Close enough to touch.

But unreachable.

Peggy finally broke the silence. “You’re not alone. Not really.”

Y/n let out a hollow laugh. “It feels that way.”

“I know it does,” Peggy said gently, “but I’ve read Howard’s reports. Even if we find something, there’s no guarantee it’s them. If you go digging into this, you could be putting yourself in danger — and for what, Y/n?”

Y/n’s voice dropped, quiet now, but more powerful than ever. “For closure. For hope. For a chance that maybe they’re not really gone.”

Steve swallowed hard, heart hammering in his chest. You’re not wrong. You were never wrong, he thought. She was right to be scared. Right to want to protect him. And God, how he wished he could’ve told her he understood now.

Y/n exhaled deeply. “I’m doing this with or without your help, Peggy.”

A pause.

Then Peggy sighed in reluctant defeat. “Then I’m coming with you.”

The sound of movement above them made both men freeze again. Heels on the floor, rustling papers, the squeak of a chair pushed back. Then footsteps — two pairs — walking away.

Steve didn’t move until the door clicked shut.

Even then, he stayed frozen, trying to process what he’d just heard. He slowly turned toward Bucky, whose face was unreadable. But his eyes were shining with something between heartbreak and longing.

“She was talking about you,” Steve whispered.

“I know,” Bucky replied, voice low and distant. “She… loved me. I never knew how much until now.”

“I didn’t know how much she hated me being Captain America,” Steve added, his tone filled with pain, but not anger. More like sorrow.

Bucky finally moved, rising to his feet and offering a hand down again. “She didn’t hate you. She loved you too much.”

Steve took the hand and stood. “We need to finish the mission. Then…” He glanced toward the door. “Then maybe we figure out a way to come back.”

“You mean to tell her?”

Steve nodded. “She deserves to know. Everything.”

Bucky looked toward the door for a moment longer, as if he could still see her standing there. Then he looked back to Steve.

“Let’s get the hell out of here.”

And with that, they slipped out of the lab, the stolen blueprints tucked under Steve’s arm, the weight of the past heavier than anything they’d expected to carry.

But maybe now… they had something else to fight for. Something more personal. Something worth rewriting the rules for.

[mochaintherain]

"Study"

doodles from the brainworms...it started when I thought of golden cheese in engineering #womeninstem and it spiraled into SDVN because of course it did

TEXT:

PV—pre med

public health major!

• roomies w/ Dark Cacao

• crush on White Lily (obvious) that he hides (fails)

• 3rd in his class overall

• in gardening club!

• has been nominated for ASB a gazillion times

• visually impaired

•uses a cane sometimes

TEXT:

PV, got a new "study buddy"!

uh...people don't hear much from him these days.

• DC says he's barely home?

• seems to avoid white lily? Changed his whole discussion section schedule?

• Doesn't show up to class, aces tests

Maybe the ills from my summer classes are showing but college AU in a cutthroat and prestigious uni

grade deflation / everyone is a tryhard / everyone is barely making it / grades are curved against everyone else's / It's just a very, very unhealthy environment. The college is also small enough for everyone to be ranked.

PV being one of the best in his class but struggling...perhaps a few lab break-in's with White Lily later...and he's landed himself a new friend to study with!!! There is no blackmail involved.

-

CW: SUGGESTIVE ART UNDER CUT!!!! + UNHEALTHY RELATIONSHIP DYNAMIC BRAINROT

BECAUSE OF SHADOW FUCKING MILK.

theyre fuckin in a twin XL sized bed because they're in a college town btw

i think PV would be beloved around the uni—I'd say that all the ancients are quite popular because they're remarkable in their fields, but since PV is so nice and friendly, he's like. the most.

As for how The . Situationship occurred, I think it'd be really interesting if it followed canon-esquely. WL (2nd in their class) is a science major (prob bio?) and despite not having a lab on campus, she sneaks into them anyway with PV. He follows along because of his feelings for her + he also is curious about more than his course materials. except on one unfortunate instance, they break into shamilks.

He finds out—maybe PV accidently loses one of his earrings or something. he's the smartest of them all (valedictorian) and has been watching the two for a while. It's not everyday that the top-scorer places second. WL outdid him in some chemistry class once, and SM has never lived it down.

in earnest, the only reason that happened was because he was so bored, he figured he could skip a few questions and still get the highest placement. his other classmates are morons, after all!!!

When he confronts PV, I'd figure he would use WL against him, saying how terrible it'd be to get them expelled, with such bright futures. PV is PV, he'd apologize profusely, almost begging him to keep a secret. If not for WL, he'd most likely accept his consequences. But he couldn't let his friend go through that, especially not when he was the reason they got caught!

wracked with guilt and some psychological maneuvering later, PV agrees to be Shamilk's study buddy (who absolutely does not need one). A call or text, and 30 minutes later, Vanilla is at his doorstep, without fail. No matter what time.

Ring the bell, and the dog will heed its tolls.

all of it was originally a ploy to see how desperate PV would be to keep up appearances,

but Shadow Milk finds his company fascinating.

PV does work hard to succeed, and with SM's help, he actually gets better and better scores (and eventually overtaking WL's GPA).

Unfortunately, SM's help is brutal. Effective, but brutal. Keeping PV in his apartment for days at a time to read and study, unconventional recall methods, maybe freaky operant conditioning.

And in a way, it's nice to have someone who can keep up with you. SM has his own friends, too, but they're not exactly knowledgeable in more than one thing. They can't keep up with him, but Pure Vanilla can. And when he can't, he's a quick learner.

PV is also weaker than him.

Shadow Milk has a frail body, and somehow, PV is even more so. The thing can't read unless the lights are turned up all the way, and can't walk for an extended period of time. just like him.

When one has a friend like Burning Spice, who is in peak physical condition, there's a certain satistifaction to be had in finding someone worse off than you.

And that someone is so, so touch-starved. It's reasonable, honestly. Going from some group of closely-knit friends to...Shadow Milk, will do that to a man.

Especially when touch is one such tool for teaching.

If PV does well, he may bestow upon him a squeeze on the shoulder. A tap on the cheek. A hug.

A kiss.

Neither of them quite remember what happened for the two to get in bed together.

But then, and even now, Shadow Milk withholds touch.

More specifically, Pure Vanilla isn't allowed to touch him back. Not even his fingers twitch, or when his arms flail for purchase.

It's a riveting game, because Shadow Milk knows the thing craves to reciprocate. Being desired and wanted...it's a nice feeling, isn't it? Being in control—it's exquisite.

But as smart as Shadow Milk is, he's so easily deceived.

When Pure Vanilla began asking for help on topics that he surely should have been well-versed in, Shadow Milk should have known better than to indulge him.

When he wore the clothes so generously made by SM...When the two began wearing matching earrings...When he agreed to wear that golden choker...

When Pure Vanilla began showing up at his apartment without the usual beck-and-call, he had attributed it to routine. Familiarity. Stimulus and Response.

Learned Behavior.

After all, the fool was so blatantly infatuated with that White Lily. How could he have known?

How could Shadow Milk have ever fathomed that the consuming obsession spiraling was a mutual curiosity?

[thinkingotherwise]

Okay so hello I'm new here and the first fanfic I read was your "Summer time" And I absolutely got hooked!

Okay so I'm From the Philippines please to meet you

Can I request you a Bofurin and shishitoren x F reader (character are the same from your fanfic "summertime")Who's from the Philippines but moved to Japan when she was in middle school and is in a all girls school

Reader is known as the "top student" In here school always passing her test and exam and maintain a good grades She's also known for her Three Language knowledge (Filipino, French and Spanish she's half Japan so she already knows) The main reason for her knowledge about those languages is funny French because she thinks it's romantic while Spanish because she can curse out loud without anyone knowing what it means

So reader randomly would say sweet things in either French or Spanish like " Tu es beau mon amour (You look handsome my love) or Te amo ¿lo sabías? (I love you you know that?) Bonus she would sometimes speak Filipino as well

And the characters would get confused and reader likes it and if they ask she would shrug which lead them to finding out those meanings and once they found out they are Completely Smitten and Once again fall for her again

That's all hope it isn't too much

I'm so sorry that it took so long to write it. All because I had writer's block for Wind Breaker fics, and I tried to move to other series, and then I took a break before coming back to writing for the Bofurin boys.

WB characters x Trilingual! FIlipino! reader

Romantic - French - calling him sweet things in French, and he loves it and melts while hearing it, even if he sometimes doesn't want to show it in front of others. (Tu es si beau mon amour.) - asks you to teach him some endearments so he can call you that, and then calls you that in front of others, making them wide-eyed while he shows off (mon cœur / mon trésor)

Uryu Sakaki would melt, hugging you tightly while you spoke to him in French, he wouldn't let you go, keeping you close and nuzzling into your neck to hear better what you said

Jo Togame, he loved it when you read to him while playing with his hair or when he was playing online shogi, he found that listening to you speak different languages helped him relax and play better

Yukinari Arima, he surprises you by sending you memes and sweet photos in French, saying 'this us', he doesn't know what half of them mean, thinking the photo should be enough to understand - no it isn't

Teruomi Inugami loves compliments and your cute accent, and makes sure you know about anything he did that he thinks deserves praise, just to hear you acknowledging all his accomplishments

Kota Sako loves your accents as much as French sweets, making you repeat the names and even giving you a cute nickname based on one of the pastries

Hayato Suou would learn French secretly, not only to understand your sweet words, but also to search for weird slang to confuse you

Haruka Sakura would be a blushing mess the moment you spoke to him in French, thinking it sounded really nice, not to mention when you call him endearments in the language, he would argue and say he hates it - he would be so lying

Cussing out - Spanish - when he heard you cussing out in Spanish for the first time, he was confused and thought you were saying gibberish - next few times he heard you, he recognized that there were some words he had already heard you say (come mierda / hijo de puta) - you tell him all about how you prefer to curse in Spanish because it has more impact than Japanese curses - he tries to use some words he heard and completely mispronounces them, making you laugh, and then teach him as he repeats them

Mitsuki Kiryu would cuss out people he played with in Spanish, proudly showing how quickly he learnt the words

Choji Tomiyama, he was mispronouncing the curses he heard you yelling during fights, and when you heard him, you laughed joyfully, before deciding to correct him, telling him how to say it properly, he then continued to yell out, this time even more confidently

Toma Hiiragi was shocked to hear you cuss out in some weird words, only later recognizing it as Spanish, hearing them fall out of your mouth so many times, he caught some of them and unconsciously started using them

Seiryu Sakaki, he likes to irritate you, repeating after you and butchering Spanish words, only to surprise you and call you his cute idiot in Spanish

Minoru Kanuma sends you pictures with Spanish text over clothes and then surprises you with two shirts with funny texts/curses he heard from you, making you wear one, while he has the other one

Tasuku Tsubakino would use your knowledge to tell them all about music and songs they want to pick for their dancing, and when they started singing one of the songs, you had to make sure they knew the kinda vulgar words they sang

Kyotaro Sugishita, after many times of listening to you he would actually learn the words, but only to know if something disturbed you, then he would come to you and ask what was wrong, ready to help you get rid of whatever caused you to cuss

Family - Filipino - he hears your call with your family and how you speak with your parents, and is very curious and listens to you carefully - first meeting with your family, and when you introduce him your parents are surprisingly taken by him, despite you both being nervous - they immediately take him in as their new son

Takeshi Enomoto would be scared to meet your family, because of his rugged looks, but is shocked by how kind they were and how your mother told him to call her mom the second he stepped into the living room

Yuto Kusumi, your parents are surprisingly adoring of his outfits, the comfy sweaters and cardigans, saying how much they like it and calling him endearments in Filipino

Taiga Tsugeura, your parents love him so much, he always asks if they need help, and they coo at him, saying how good of a son he would be for them and for you to keep him

Akihiko Nirei, they adopted him as their own the moment they saw him, he looked just so adorable, they would easily take his side whenever you have a disagreement

Ren Kaji, he was nervous and worried he would blow up at them, but they easily understood him and even made sure there was some music playing in the background whenever he came over

Hajime Umemiya, they taught him how to call them in Filipino, and he happily did so, he was so helpful and kind, they joked they would exchange you for him whenever you irritated them, they even started saying that Ume doesn't deserve you - of course, playfully

[quietplace26]

Hi so for the diary furina mc hypothetically if other nations found out about mc specifically mondstadt aka the city of freedom?

Like say maybe a tourist happened to be there when it was revealed or maybe the traveler found the article about her and word quickly spreads through tevet about this poor sweet girl who essentially had her life and identity stolen/erased along with of her autonomy. Being forced to sit as deaths and tragedies (that she had previous knowledge of ) happened around her while she desperately wanted to help and even had plans to intervene that where shut down by Focalors and blamed herself dispite her situation.

Would any of them think maybe she shouldn't stay in Fontaine with how they acted during the trial?

And would venti especially have beef with Focalors for so thoroughly stealing/destroying ones freedom while abusing said person when they try to take even the smallest parts of themselves back?

This girl obviously has been denied her sence of self in ways that nobody could imagine and for 500 years no less, she's probably forgotten what freedom feels like and what better place then mondstadt to relearn that feeling and explore who she is?

Oh, I love this. Yes. Just yes. I would love to see this.

And honestly, I don't think any nation (Except probably Snezhnaya-), much less Mondstadt, would allow Furina!MC to stay in such a toxic environment like Fontaine-

Maybe Neuvillette couldn't coax Furina!MC back to come back to Teyvat as easily as in Diary of Secrets part 2, and actually kidnaps her-

Only for Venti to receive word on the wind, and he's like 'hell no-', and stages a escape for Furina!MC, and smuggles her back to Mondstadt... and poor girl just breaks down into tears.

She definitely gets a lot of hugs, a comfy blanket, and juice-

She doesn't know how to react to anything-

Mondstadt just adopts her on the spot and now she's everyone's sweet bean. She has a job at the Cat's tail, cause the cats help her relax. She also runs errands for Jean, maybe spends time at the church with Barbara and Rosaria.

Venti definitely introduces her to Dvalin. Dvalin more or less became her emotional support dragon. She will cuddle into the green fluff~

Another thing... Venti and a good chunk of Mondstadt might actually be tense with the Traveler and Paimon. Particularly with the fact they stuck their nose where it didn't belong, and because it would do MC no gold having people who scared her around.

Furina!MC slowly relaxes into Mondstadt. Getting used to the all the positive, gentle attention. She had friends, a job, a stable life...

No trials. No water. No whispers in her head. And no cold lilac, draconic eyes that changed to obsessive and dark, constantly staring at her-

Nothing could ruin it... right?

Tagging: @platinumrosetail, @arn9tails, @bloodytea, @esthelily

[blueberry-bubbles130]

Sharing some headcanons I have about Regis!

@gaslighting69 I hope you enjoy reading them.

(I took the image from Regis’s entry on the villains wiki)

•I headcanon he’s about 6ft 1 (Dr. Danner is about 6ft 6 and Bob is 6ft 2)

•He’s English-Italian. With his mother being English and his father being Italian.

•He absolutely loves a good drink of alcohol and when he gets home from work he often has a drink. His particular favourite types of alcohol include Port, Whiskey and Brandy.

•He also has quite a large of collection of books. And I mean large, it takes up a full room in his house. They range from stories adapted into movies, horror, plays, historical books. And informative textbooks. It’s part of why he’s got such a strong grasp and large amount of knowledge about technology and animals already. Apart from experimenting with animals.

He refuses to let anyone know about his enjoyment of plays though. He doesn’t want to be roped into helping Ms. Lovelett with a play. He isn’t risking his own life for her.

•His hair is very thick and luxurious. People used to keep asking him what his secret was with his hair. When in reality it’s just naturally that thick and wavy. So he brushes it back, so people don’t notice and stop annoying him about it.

•While he didn’t speak to them too often and the initial meeting was organised by whoever “Her” is, Regis spoke to Jerome’s dad and Penny’s mother quite a few times. Especially Penny’s mother. (Jerome’s dad and Penny’s mother were getting pretty sick of only having each other to talk to about their plans)

•Before he usurped the position of principal from David, they were really close friends. With Regis helping David through his divorce. It ended up with them dating, and while it was an equal loving relationship to begin with. Towards the very end it did start to become quite controlling on Regis’s end. While David wanted to stop the mutations, Regis wanted to mutate animals and children. So kept trying to manipulate David into using the goo to create mutations.

•Despite being close with David, Regis does actually heavily dislike Davey. He fully believes that Davey is a problem and saw his existence as taking up too much of David’s attention. and prevented Regis from getting David to do what he wanted. Regis also wanted to mutate Linda, but Davey’s obsession with her prevented him from doing so.

Davey dislikes Regis as well, because though he didn’t know Regis was evil, he didn’t like how he was trying to take Linda. And trying to convince his dad to take Linda away.

•Regis is strong, like ridiculously strong he is fully capable of picking up another adult with no problem and just putting them over his shoulder. In fact it’s my headcanon of how he even managed to lock David in the lab in the first place. He just simply threatened to hurt Davey to catch him off guard, then picked him up and took him down to the lab. I mean just look at how he holds up the gun with one hand in Paging Dr. Goolittle. He’s got some muscle and works out sometimes.

Building off him being so strong, he used to work with animals part time. It’s why he’s able to completely knock back the bird, despite that being mutated. A headcanon I’m borrowing from @gaslighting69 is that he actually has the goo gene himself and is able to speak when mutated, unlike Penny’s mother when she gets mutated.

[the-kr8tor]

could i get crystal skull (📽️) for bdas!hobie x reader !!

where reader’s being comforting/motherly to someone in the crew and hobie gets baby fever watching her

please and thank you !!

(also happy 2 year anniversary 💗)

-🐊

This is so cute!!! Thank you for requesting! ❤️

Pairing: Pirate! Hobie Brown x fem! Reader

Word count: 1.8k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, pirate captain! Hobie, healer! Reader, established relationship, set in my BDAS series, descriptions of illness, cw food mentions, talks of having kids, fluff!

Second anniversary celebration 🎉

My requests are open!

The cold rolls in around the vast sea. Fog crawls up the mast, coating it in thick watery condensation that drips upon the crew. And Hobie knows, an experienced captain that he is, the cold might bring reprieve from the searing sun but it also brings sickness. That's when he asked for your help to stop it in its tracks before it could latch onto someone. Even with all the precautions you and Hobie did, like layering and putting on thicker clothes and making sure that everyone is dry and hydrated, all it took was one person having an itchy throat.

The crew were miserable, it started with a sniffle, a sneeze, then it turned into a full blown cough and some even had fever that was so high that they were delirious to the point that they were singing sea shanties in their fever drenched hammock.

James had the worst of it, he was red in the face, mumbling incoherent words and shaking in his sleep. Then he unintentionally infected Yuri, which she accidentally gave to Lyla, who couldn't stop sneezing in the quarters which helped spread it to even more people. Your knowledge of the plague helped you in more ways than one. You separated the ones who are sick from the ones who are healthy, and in turn, you've prevented an outbreak on the whole one hundred and sixty members. Hobie wanted to snog you so badly as appreciation when you've quelled the illness but with a palm on his chest, telling him that kissing (and other activities) aren't allowed until you're absolutely sure that the cold has come and gone.

The worst has passed already, some recovered quickly after a few days of being bedridden thanks to your awfully smelling concoctions. They hated the bitter taste of the medicine, but they're not complaining now that they're out and working around the ship. It's business as usual, except for poor Gwen and Pavitr who are the last ones to get the sickness. It's a miracle you and Hobie never caught it.

You've placed the two in the infirmary where you can keep a better eye on them. Gwen rests in one of the cots, a thick woolly blanket covering almost her entire body save for her clammy forehead. She groans, joints aching as she tosses around in her sleep.

Pavitr appears to have gotten better overnight. He doesn't feel hot to the touch, and he's finally sitting up on his cot. A quilt is laid over his lap while you help him eat the warm soup.

“I'm sorry it's not chicken soup, Pav. We ran out of those days ago.” You wince as you gently feed him a spoonful. “After we find land that's the first thing I'll resupply.”

Sniffing, eyes red and puffy, he shrugs, still too tired to converse properly. “It's fine.” His voice is hoarse like he screamed at the top of his lungs on the crow’s nest.

“How do you feel now? Better—?” The door suddenly opens with a creak, and Hobie's grey eyes peek over the crack. “Hi, captain.” You relax in his gaze. “Please don't tell me that you have it too.”

“Jus’ makin’ the rounds, love.” He steps inside, nose scrunching at the herbal smell permeating through the air. “Smells like a witch's cottage in ‘ere.”

“Don't burn me at the stake, Hobie, or I'll bring down this ship with me.” Joking, it earns a look from Pav. “Sorry, Pav.” He just huffs in place, falling deeper into the cot.

“Can I open the window? Y’know get rid of the bad humours.” His boots thump in place as he walks towards the port hole. Or maybe that's just his excuse so he could check on Gwen, who still sleeps in her cot.

“What do you know about the humours?” You raise a teasing brow. “I just gave her medicine, and I managed to get her to eat a slice of bread. She'll be fine.”

“I was jus’ checking to see if I could open the window, love.” Scoffing, pretending not to care, he places his hands on his hips but his glancing eyes flick between Pav and Gwen.

You have a subtle smile. “Alright, open the windows, we need new air in here anyway.”

Pavitr weakly grabs your wrist, pouting at your words just as the port hole squeaks open from Hobie's push.

“It's cold.” His eyes gloss over, sniffing and wiping at his nose with his sleeve.

“I know, it'll only be for a minute, Pav.” You softly say, immediately grabbing a clean cloth to help wipe his nose clean. Patting his head, he scrunches his brows as he blows into the cloth. “There, feel better?”

He nods, “much, thank you.”

Hobie watched the whole thing transpire with his chest warming at the sight. Caring for people looked natural on you, it didn't feel forced nor an obligation for you. You do it because you care, that you want them to feel better, healthier, to crawl out of the illness with vigor. He didn't just notice this with Pav, you were always like this whether you're nursing a crew back to health, one you barely know with the same care you do with Gwen and the original crew.

The moment someone comes to you complaining about a splinter or something bigger like a broken bone, you address them all the same. It makes his stomach feel…weird, not like how his stomach flips before getting sick all over the deck. Or like how you manage to wake the butterflies in his stomach whenever you smile at him. It's different than that, as if he longs for something after he saw you care for Pav and the younger crew like your own. It's as if something unlocked in him that was so natural it might as well be.

“You need to have some more, Pav, or you won't be able to take your medicine.” Your voice snaps him out of his thoughts, finding himself sitting on a stool beside Gwen's cot. Pavitr says something about the medicine tasting like baby vomit.

Gwen's blue eyes narrow at him through her foggy fever filled mind. “You have a weird look on your face.” She says through a small cough.

“You look like a gopher under that blanket.” Hobie quips back, earning a mocking mumble from the quartermaster. “Go back to sleep, gopher.” He taps her cot gently with his foot.

“Aren’t you s–supposed to be on deck with the others?” Shivering, Gwen retorts and doesn't back down even when she's sick.

“‘m on break.” Hobie shuts the port hole closed and pulls his coat off to lay it on top of Gwen to keep her from shivering. “There, better?”

Gwen blinks slowly up at him then turns to her side to go back to sleep. “Your coat smells like fish, Hobie.” Despite her words, she seems to sleep more peacefully with it draped on her.

“Ungrateful.” Hobie utters under his breath, smiling softly at Gwen.

“I’ll wake you up in an hour so you can drink your medicine.” You whisper on the other side of the room as you tuck Pavitr in the cot. The captain smiles tenderly at the sight. “Do you want me to warm up your soup for later?”

“Do I have a choice?” Pavitr makes himself comfortable whilst you gently move his hair away from his clammy face.

“Tell you what, you take your medicine without being a baby then I'll make something you actually like. How's that sound?”

There it is again, that word. Hobie has that same feeling again. It crawls around his stomach then up to his chest, planting a seed that has him seeing a vision of you tucking in a little one that looks like him and you.

“I'm not a baby.” He frowns at that, expression turning softer not even a second later. “Can you make hot chocolate?”

“I sure can.” Smiling, you make sure that the quilt is properly tucked before patting his arm. “Sleep, you'll feel better when you wake up.”

The helmsman closes his eyes with a sigh and a tiny smile that says he won the negotiation.

You turn to your captain with the remnants of a fond smile, grinning wider as you meet with his swirling grey eyes. “You have a weird look on your face, captain. You better not be thinking what I think you're thinking.”

“And what exactly am I thinkin’, lovie?” Tilting his head, Hobie taps his thigh with a smirk.

Standing up on creaky and tired joints, you make your way across the room over to him. “Knowing you, it's either food, the ship, or just to feed my ego— me.”

“You're right ‘bout the last one.” His arms open to receive you and you immediately rest against him, face nudging his jaw before you fully lay your head on his shoulder. “Not to feed your ego, jus’ tellin’ the truth.”

You hum against his neck, the sound reverberating through his chest. “That's good to know that you're still smitten even though I smell like a witch.”

“Don't forget that you smell like vomit too.” He says fondly despite his words while you crack a smile at his joke. For a moment, the two of you just stay there and hold onto each other while the sounds of soft snores rise above the lapping waves outside. “D’you ever think about cribs?”

His peculiar words have you leaning away but your chin remains atop his clavicle. “Cribs? Like a baby's crib?”

He sniffs, craning his neck to look into your eyes briefly before quickly looking away. “Aye— never mind that.”

“No, tell me, why a crib, Hobie?” With a gentle hand upon his cheek, you turn his head towards you. “Out of all things, a crib is on your mind—” His stormy eyes smile, brows furrowed from bashfulness, and his lips are pressed into a small smile. Sometimes he tests how well you know him unintentionally, and usually you can read him really well. It's one of those times where a simple look from him, how his palm splays over your stomach— you know what he meant. “oh.”

“Oh.” Hobie bites his lower lip, squeezing your hip as his gaze turns even softer. “Jus’ imagine, sea horses carved along the sides, turtles painted around it.”

The corner of your lips curl into a larger smile with every word. “And a cute seashell mobile.”

“We'll finally have something to use for those seashells you've been collectin’”

Your chest feels warm, love pouring out of you in waves for the man before you. Nodding, you peck the underside of his jaw. “Yeah, I think I like cribs.”

“Really?” A smile slowly forms on his ecstatic expression from your confession.

“Mm-hmm, especially if you're the one to help build it with me.” You whisper, thumb running along the curve of his cheek affectionately. “What do you say, you carve the sea horses and I paint the seagulls?”

“As long as you help me with the shells, love.” His expression turns sour, face scrunching as he sneezes right on your face. “Shit! ‘m sorry!” Long sleeves wipe around your face desperately, face apologetic as he mumbles how it wasn't intentional.

“I think building that crib will have to wait, Hobie.”

[balladofchloe]

── .✦ 𝑰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝑴𝘺 𝑴𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘭 𝑫𝘳

𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 - 𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐭 .⋆˙⟡

𝐀𝐜𝐭 𝐈 - 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝

𝑪𝘩𝘭𝘰𝘦 𝑭𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝑨𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 was born on April 24th, 1919, in Boston, Massachusetts, to affluent parents, Henry Caldwell Anderson & Vivienne Moreau Anderson. She was the youngest of two daughters, born five years after her elder sister, Margaret Evelyn Anderson.

Most found it odd how long the Anderson family waited between children. But none lived in the home to know how much of a handful Margaret had been. So much so, they never intended to have another; Chloe was an accident. Though her mother claims it a miracle.

Margaret, though difficult, was a happy child. Until she hit puberty, her issues grew. Aggression, paranoia, even seeing and hearing things that weren't there. And when she was thirteen, she was officially diagnosed with schizophrenia.

Throughout her youth, Chloe felt resentment towards her older sister. Never able to understand why she behaved the way she did, why she got more attention. But in 1930, after Margaret was sent to a live-in hospital, a then eleven-year-old Chloe began to crave the chaos her sister used to ensue. More so, she simply missed her sister.

So as the years went on, she craved knowledge. In all aspects, but especially in psychology. To understand her sister. To help her.

In 1935, their parents had grown desperate. Henry especially so. They were well off, incredibly so. But even for them, housing someone at the hospital was draining. With Margaret not making any progress, they felt drawn to a newer treatment, Insulin Coma Therapy. So they consented for their eldest daughter to undergo the experimental treatment, putting her into what was meant to be a temporary coma, from which she would never wake.

Margaret had passed away at only twenty-one years old. And from then on, Chloe was adamant, no matter what her parents, society, or anyone else said, she was going to go to college to study psychology.

She was going to help people like her sister.

𝐀𝐜𝐭 𝐈𝐈 - 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐘𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐂𝐢𝐭𝐲

After graduating from high school in 1937, she moved into an apartment in Greenwich Village while studying psychology at New York University.

During the fall of her second year in New York, while out dancing at a nightclub with her friends, she meets James Buchanan Barnes, a Brooklyn native with an insatiable urge to flirt with the prettiest girl he sees, and on that night, it just so happened to be Chloe Anderson. But unlike his usual nights, after just one dance and a few tongue-in-cheek remarks from Chloe, he was hooked. Hooked in a way he hadn't been since he was a school boy with a crush.

After that night, almost always, where you found Chloe Anderson, you also found James Barnes. And it remained as so for years.

They saw the way people looked at them. Chloe saw the same from the moment she expressed a passion for anything other than becoming a wife, a mother. It never bothered her, at least not before, not when it was only directed at her. But she hears the whispers, the way people talk, that James was a handsome man, could find a wife anywhere he went. So why does he bother with a woman who prioritizes her schooling over being wed?

She did her best to ignore the stares, the whispers when they'd pass, she really did, but they got to her no matter how she tried. No matter how many times James assured her that he loved and admired her for her passion and brain, not just as a woman to make his wife. He would tell her time and time again that he would wait a lifetime for her.

But even then, for two people so in love, it wasn't enough. In the summer of 1941, after Chloe had graduated with her Bachelor's Degree, they realized there had been a miscommunication. Chloe thought James knew that after she finished that she would return to school for her Master's and maybe even her Phd, while he had most definitely not known that. He thought they would be getting engaged after the four years she had just completed; he even had a ring (though Chloe wouldn't know that for years to come). They decide it's for the best to separate as they now realize they have different visions for their futures.

While the decision was mutual, it was still devastating, so Chloe fully threw herself into her schooling, and was shortly there after, scouted by Doctor Abraham Erskine to help with the psychological study of Project Rebirth as an intern in the summer of 1942 and over the next year she worked her way up to the point that she was studying the psychological effects right alongside Dr. Erskine.

In the spring of 1943, Chloe graduated at the top of her class with her Master's degree. Around a month later, she was working alongside Dr. Erskine doing psych exams on enlistees, but he deemed she wasn't needed that night, and she left early to go see the Stark Expo. It was there where she ran into James for the first time since they had gone their separate ways, but there he was, across the crowd, watching her with that same look he used to have, with his arm over the shoulder of another woman.

She knew she had no right to be hurt, and truthfully, she wasn't. Just unsettled. So, she went with the first idea she had, turned quickly on her heel, and began to speed walk out of the crowd and towards the street to hail a cab. Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on how you see it, James was quick, quicker than she was, and had caught her by the arm a few feet away from the road. It was then, when she turned around, that such a sense of dread washed over her. Seeing him closer, she realized he was fully in uniform. And when he told her he shipped out the next day, it felt as though the ground had fallen from beneath her feet. So she said the first, and somewhat idiotic thought that came to her, "good luck", and once again spun on her heel, hailed a cab, and sped away, leaving James standing there, equally full of dread.

Later that evening, when Chloe had already shed her daywear for her nightgown, she received a hasty knock on her door. When she opens it to find a shaky and panicked James, she quickly ushers him in. That night was spent with quiet confessions. Confessions of fear, of hopes, and dreams. And when dawn broke, they separated with a tearful goodbye and a promise. That James Barnes would return home to Chloe Anderson.

𝐀𝐜𝐭 𝐈𝐈𝐈 - 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚

Shortly after that, Chloe travelled to Camp Lehigh, a United States Army base in New Jersey, which was being used as a training facility for candidates of Project Rebirth, to assist in the training process. It is there she learns Steve is a candidate and expresses to Dr. Erskine that she knows him to be a good person, and is a strong candidate for the serum.

She is there, by Steve's side, when he gets the serum. She holds Dr. Erskine's hand as he bleeds out on the floor of the lab. And after Colonel Phillips rejects Steve's pleas to help on the frontlines, Chloe volunteers to join Steve on his Captain America tour to monitor the effects the serum may have on his brain, though secretly. it was mostly as a friend.

After months of travelling from city to city, they arrive in Italy. Where they learn of the capture of almost all of the 107th, and the assumed death of one Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes. Unlike Steve, who is quick into action, not believing it until he sees it for himself, Chloe finds herself on autopilot. Just trying to find people to help, so she doesn't have to face her reality. Luckily for her, there is no shortage of people in need of a physiatrist on a military base.

After nearly a week of restlessness and constantly hearing people discuss the likely death of both Steve and the rest of the captured men, Chloe was nearing her breaking point.

Whilst helping calm a young soldier, no older than eighteen, lots of commotion breaks out outside the tent they're in. After a few minutes, the boy had calmed, but the noise outside had not. And just moments after the soldier had exited from one end of the tent, the other end opened. When she turned to find James, albeit frailer and sadder, but still her James before her, she couldn't help herself from practically launching herself into his arms, and from the impact when they met, it was clear he felt the same.

𝐀𝐜𝐭 𝐈𝐕 - 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧

After a couple of blissful weeks in London together, James (and the rest of the Howling Commandos) had to return to the fight. So, Chloe remained in London working as a Psychological Operations Specialist and helping the US Military with their use of Psychological Warfare. While it wasn't what she dreamed of doing after all her years of schooling, at this point, all she wanted was to help people make it home to their families.

That's how life stayed for some time, nearly a year and a half, where Chloe spent day after day studying how to crack someone's mind and pull them apart from the inside out. Nearly a year and a half, where the only place she managed to find joy was the occasional letter she would receive from James when he could find a moment to send one.

But even then, the letters found a way to be worrisome. When she wouldn't receive one for weeks at a time, sometimes a month, anxiety would claw up her throat till she couldn't breathe, until a letter would arrive and she'd make herself feel silly for worrying.

In February of 1945, she found herself in that predicament again, worrying herself to sickness over a lack of letters. Only this time, she doesn't find relief in the arrival of one, filled with sweet words and silly remarks from James. Instead, she gets Steve Rogers knocking at her door with a look that sends her crumbling to the floor in seconds.

James was dead.

𝐀𝐜𝐭 𝐕 - 𝐇𝐲𝐝𝐫𝐚

After the death of both the love of her life and her closest friend (as Steve took it upon himself to steer a plane into the ocean), Chloe didn't find herself in a very celebratory mood. Even after receiving word that she could return home, that the war in Europe was over.

She found herself running on autopilot, waking up, getting ready, going to work, coming home, and going to sleep. Day after day, week after week. She would have happily continued that way for the rest of her life, but unfortunately for her, HYDRA had other plans for her.

They had been watching her for years, having first spotted her at the lab where Steve got the serum. When they noticed more and more of their soldiers cracking not from the weight of a man's boot, but from the words off a script written by a woman, they knew they needed her for what they had planned.

So on yet another repeated day, her cycle was broken when a bag was thrown over her head and she was tossed into the back of a van. She found it all very cartoonish until a syringe in her neck knocked her unconscious.

When Chloe woke, she found herself starting her new daily cycle. Wake up on the floor of a mostly empty cell (filled by only a single dingy sheet and a metal bucket), be asked to join them and help mindwash innocent people, say no, get tortured, get thrown back on her lovely concrete floor, rinse and repeat.

After weeks of that, she overheard a small portion of two guards conversation about what they planned to do with her. That they had had ample success on the subject of the Winter Soldier project, and that they planned to do the same to her. To use her as a spy, a seductress, an assassin.

Chloe, rather facing death than the fate they planned for her, attempts to kill herself by hanging herself in her cell. While technically, she was successful, she was dead by the time the guards found her. HYDRA was unwilling to let her go easily; they injected her with an unfinished prototype of a new Super Soldier Serum. Surprisingly, it worked not only to bring her back, but with the effects of the normal serum, as well as some other less expected side effects.

The serum had been infused with energy harvested from the Tesseract. So, not only did it give her enhanced human abilities, but also cosmic enhancements.

When she awoke, she panicked, her new unexpected powers acting erratically. The HYDRA scientists, unsure how to control her, froze her in a Cryostasis Chamber while trying to figure out how to contain her.

That is where Chloe Florence Anderson remained for many years.

A woman once known for her passion to help others, and perseverance even when every part of the world pushed her down, was reduced to a science experiment. Frozen solid until the next idiotic scientist shows up thinking he will be the one to crack Project Echo, to break the mind of the Echo herself, and everytime, they will fail.

[seaglassmelody]

Your OC in a Modern AU

Tagged by @themildmahariel and I'm combining it with an oooold old tag from @davrinsleftpectoral about modern fashion for OCs haha

Created by @rooks-dagger

Rules: Share what your OC's life would be like in a Modern AU. This could include their job, hobbies, style, overall vibe, etc. Feel free to include photos and explain your choices, then tag some friends to play along!

Gently tagging @mythals-whore, @chaosherald, @bronzieinthedas and @our-hearts-hunger if you're interested <3

Sabriel Ingellvar

Medical Resident, Internet Nerd, Coffee Shop Lurker

Medical Resident - PM&R

I debated a lot about what Sabi's job would be. I know she'd be in the medical field, but specialty is still a little up in the air. She'd be a good psychiatrist, but I feel like that's a bit expected? Right now my favorite option is a Physical Medicine and Rehabilitation resident. Growing up with autoimmune issues, she understands what it's like to have your body give up on you and be frustrated with your limitations. She uses this experience to help guide patients through recovery from illness and injury. Her mellow personality and optimistic demeanor are great for keeping up patients' morale and she's always happy to celebrate little wins with them.

Internet Nerd

She's part of sooo many internet communities-- iNaturalist-style places for plant identification, fan communities for her favorite murder mystery shows and novels, writing communities for editing and drafting assistance, social groups for medical students; you name it, she's probably part of it somehow. She loves to know things and share knowledge. Exchanging theories about mystery media is one of her favorite social experiences.

Coffee Shop Lurker

She doesn't want to be stuck in the house when she's not working , so she's often reading or working on hobby things at coffee shops in her free time. She never actually drinks coffee, which gets her teased by the baristas that she sees often. She likes to be around people and gentle noise in cafes.

Other Fun Facts:

She has an undiagnosed autoimmune disorder (no one can pin down the exact one, so it's just a constellation of symptoms she manages), which is one of the reasons she went into the medical field. She wants to help people get solutions to their problems as much as possible.

She was orphaned very young, and her foster father adopted her when she was 6. She maintains the Ingellvar last name even though his last name is Van Markham, because he asked if she wanted to change her name and she said no.

Her foster father is a mortician, which is where she gets some of her more macabre interests and knowledge.

She still lives in her foster father's house, as it's pretty large and he won't hear of her "wasting money on living in an apartment when he has a perfectly good house." She doesn't mind it, though, since he's worked with her to make her spaces in the house VERY personalized to her.

They have a black terrier named Shadow

[thattimdrakeguy]

I Really Don't Take Joy In Saying This, But This Isn't Post-Crisis Jason...Not REALLY.

All rightie then, one more post about it before I get farther into it.

(I'm on a journey to figure out why I keep seeing all these panels of supposedly Post-Crisis Jason acting very unlike himself. I've read all of his Robin run in 'BATMAN' as in the series, and the panels I was seeing where very different from even just his origin.

And I'm a knowledge nut. So I been wanting to make sure I wasn't missing something, because I can't stand missing something when I want to know as much as I possibly can.)

EDIT: I'll put this up here, because I found this out after I first made the post.

Apparently it's at best, not fully Post-Crisis, it's at worst, possibly not even canon at all.

Because I had a moment where I was like "Huh, okay, maybe I am the one that's wrong", because I don't mind being wrong, I just wanna learn what's right in the end.

Then I saw this:

And then I knew, pretty dang quickly, this person wasn't writing Post-Crisis Jason Todd because this does not correlate with what Jason was now characterized to be post-crisis.

Also, I'm fully aware Jim Starlin had a hate boner for Jason Todd. But he didn't write his Post-Crisis origin. And Jason was still really different there than what he's shown as here.

And this is still clearly in that period where they made both Jason and Dick look pretty much identical, at least golden and silver age Dick-Robin, before later on giving Jason his own look, still during his Robin run. The one he ended up keeping overall.

This is just, what to people at the time, would consider, a generic Robin writing wise. Which would make more since in the Pre-Crisis timeline, because that Jason was pretty much identical to a younger Dick to a creative fault.

But still, I don't wanna be a dillweed and act like I'm the highest authority on everything. Where's the satisfaction in that? Satisfaction comes from the learning.

Plus, in total fairness, even early on in Post-Crisis Batman they were still drawing Jason Todd like silver and golden age Dick Grayson. I think the overly cutesy Jason seen more so here is still really out of place given his new origin clearly showing him to be very different from that though. Even when he was a scrawny kid on the streets, before Robin, he had a very confident, and sort or rough around the edges presentation--He definitely was not meant to be cutesy.

Again, the origin NOT written by Jim Starlin.

So I tried to look into it, because I will not willingly contribute to misinformation as much as I can help it. I wanna avoid just saying stuff because I assumed something as much as I possibly can, because I feel like I would then become really hypocritical, and I'd hate myself. So I'm not perfect, but you'll never catch me WILLINGLY spreading misinformation. I'm an info nut on these characters. I'm constantly on a journey to learn what the most quote unquote "accurate" version of these characters are. Which is an impossible task, but ayy, it's what keeps me invested. So, please, please, understand me on that.

I'm on the spectrum like that. It's a total hyperfixation.

Turns out it's just early reboot weirdness.

These stories so far don't feel like Post-Crisis Batman at all. It doesn't even really feel like they're connected to any of Denny O' Neil's work and his work did start Pre-Crisis.

There's so many pre-crisis Batman tropes. It feels like a slightly less wacky version of the silver age honestly.

So, hey, they are technically Post-Crisis. They're just really bad examples to use when examining Post-Crisis, 'cause they were still working it out.

Though, let me say, because there are some very rabid people in this fandom, that I am NOT trying to take away your enjoyment of these stories and panels. They are enjoyable, and it is really cute. The appeal to it is really obvious.

I am genuinely from the bottom of my heart, trying to learn here, and figure out what's going on to satisfy my intense interest in Jason Todd, as I'm sure a lot of you have an intense interest in him too, and anybody else that's an info-nut about these guys like I am.

I super freaking love Jason Todd. He's my second favorite Bat-Family member. And I really don't wanna do my man Jason Todd wrong, even if it's at the expense of finding out I am the one that's wrong. So that's why I'm doing this research to begin with. I don't like misinformation, it irks my brain.

So please don't give me a hard time lmao I'm just trying to learn here. I am begging you.

Besides, I do this more to my own favorite than any other character. You can trust me on that majorly. You know how often I trash a lot of Tim Drake comics? More than some haters because it doesn't do my boy right.

I'm that kind of a man.

(I will admit Pre-Crisis Jason is pretty cute though...It's just not who Post-Crisis Jason is meant to be. It's just not. I can't use these in good faith knowing what I do and pretend like it's a good representation of Post-Crisis Jason. I can't do my man dirty like that.)

[ofblemishwithin]

JJ was beyond complicated. He had walls, he was guarded. For as long as he could remember it had always been Luke, and himself, to others it was a father and son. The rumor mill if you caught wind of it; the towny people they read between the lines. It was no secret that Luke was a drug mule, he was addictive, he was barely holding himself together, any whim any remote kind of income he couldn’t help himself from buying off drugs, or beer getting high. And in those times when he was over that ledge, I was the one in the crossfire. I felt pain, I felt anger at him because I’ve never once felt an ounce of love. 

I was the punching bag, and one small move, my face got punched to a pulp. JJ was used to the scars, he was used to the bruises, he had come up with many cover stories. But this time felt deathly and his attitude, his insults especially with Maia was a way of covering himself up. He was ashamed of who he grew up with, he was embarrassed not that blonde said it. And a kook of all people walking into that; the dangerous situation, I was humiliated. And now I felt as if I owed her; and we all know how much I hate owing a kook. 

Sitting here in the car, he knew he had to be careful, she was a stranger, and she just never knew when to get a clue, now if I had been in her shoes gotten stood up, I would have looked the other way, but this girl was relentless. “ I mean, I do enjoy being a jackass, as for your bother I happen to not like him either so, his feelings don’t phase me.” That smirk of his as if his comment was a dig, it was common knowledge that the kooks and pogues didn’t get along. But JJ didn’t care what anyone thought about him. By now he was standing barely from the wounds on his body, his head was pounding. He normally would have objected to the help, but in this moment each step felt like a year off his life. His arm hung around her shoulders, as the pair made their way up to the porch. “ I appreciate that, but don’t get offended when I say I don’t trust you and time will tell on your word.” We all know how butt hurt Maia did get by my insults, so I decided to be nice and give a warning this time. I couldn’t seek out medical attention brows would be raised, whispers, and JJ didn’t want to be hulled out of the island, after what he witnessed John B was going through. Once we reached the door, the handle his hand wobbly took hold and pulled it open. “ Just help me to the couch.” To plop down, to lay down and no move for a bit.. That was the plan.

Paths intertwined

@thehellsakook 

Outer Banks; it was made up of two sides. The rich freaks that lived on figure 8 and the pogues which were known as the people that had to scrape by. JJ was neither; well he was a pogue; it was his known family. But he wasn’t the guy that had people looking out for him. He had a dad but he was far from the father figure you’d picture in your mind. He was the guy that scraped by, with working on boats; that helped the rich across the town in order to make the ends meet, but he was also the dirty guy that tended to feed off any person that was willing to toss him money. 

JJ witnessed it first hand; the poker nights growing up. The smell of beer that stayed within these walls. The lack of food provided. JJ knew he had to count on himself. It’s why John B, Pope, and kie and I all stuck together. We helped each other when we felt in a bind. Kie was able to help more considering she lived in the big house; she was a kook yet she liked slumming it with us. She didn’t care what her parents said, all the warnings based on the rumors. It was always kooks vs the pogues what could I say? JJ though he had to fend for himself; he was the one who walked around at night; waiting for the wreck to close up; and Kie would help hand out any extra food the restaurant had. He didn’t like asking for help nor would you hear him say the words. But the pogues knew; his dad he was unreliable, the only person he could count on was himself. 

It was another start to a another school year. One JJ was dreading, he knew in order to make it life you had to learn. YOu had to sit through each boring class. He was his own kind of smart. He could pick up on cues, he could pick up on the simple concepts; but when it came to applying himself he froze. He rather let Pope do the work; and he’d feed the notes of each subject to him. Pope was the brains of the pogues; he was the school scholar that wanted to go to an ivy league school, and I had no doubt in my mind he’d make it. But me; I was barely getting by. John B had the smarts like myself; his quick thinking. But would we amount to anything? Heck no. All that in mind; JJ had pushed the simple supplies of a notebook, a few pencils into his backpack. Using his hand he zipped it; as he heard the calling from the windows. 

“ JJ Man let’s go.” John b neither of his friends dared to stay inside especially when his dad’s truck was parked outside. He had pulled the strap of his bag over his shoulder. Taking his gray baseball cap he brought it to rest over his sandy blonde hair. A pair of shorts he wore; an an old white T-shirt, simple was all the teen did. He closed the door to his room and made his way through the small home. He paused when he saw his dad head facing down against the arm rest of the couch. Same old day; he was passed out probably from his work last night; or the money he managed to trick out of his so called buddies. I had to roll my eyes as I took the keys for the boat; for after school. Tucking the key into my shorts pocket. I had stepped through the swinging doors spotting Kie and Pope. Eyes moved to try to find our missing friend; the one I had heard inside. Ducking my head down; I had felt a pair of arms wrap around my neck from behind. “ Took you long enough.” John B, I had used my hands to push behind me; in order to push the male down. 

This was us; joking around; laughing on the walk to the dreadful day at school. I never cared what anyone thought; the pogues were my life. The only ones I truly cared about. The walk was a bit longer compared to figure 8, as we stepped onto the pavements we caught sight of the sport cars, of the fancy cars; you’d dream of riding in. I had to roll my eyes; just another day. Topper and Sarah and their crew were hanging out by the small wall before the stairs. We had shrugged our shoulders as we passed. Stepping one at a time on the stairs until we walked right into the building. 

Pope and Kie had walked the other way as John B and I did our hand shake an agreement to meet at next class; math my worse. I had science first; the male ducked his textbook under his arm as he walked the distance to the class. Cap blinding his eyes from making eye contact with anyone. He had found a spot in the third row; the desk in front of him as he placed his book down. His legs in front of him. Hand had moved to rest on the edge of the desk when he spotted the brunette from the sports car; a kook. Figures. To his surprise she was directed to sit next to him; oh great, cue the roll of his eyes. JJ had barely acknowledged her. “ Ah okay.” As if I was giving out my name to strangers; attention drawn to the teacher as if I intended on paying attention.

[starry-bi-sky]

writing about Bruce's speculations in chapter 5 of WTNS was the best part of his POV hands down. It meant I got to force everyone to listen to me infodump about my in-world lore and in some cases character studies, and they couldn't do anything but listen because it was vital to the chapter.

Danny isn't gonna go on an in-depth internal monologue about blood blossoms because he already knows what they are and what they do. So unless prompted, he's not gonna explain them in detail. He's also not gonna go into detail about what Vlad does or what his motivations are because he already knows Vlad and has a pretty good grasp on why he does shit. (although the blood blossoms did absolutely throw him for a loop)

BRUCE meanwhile doesn't know any of this stuff. So he's got to research Vlad and Blood Blossoms and all this stuff and then form his own conclusions and theories from that. It also makes an extra challenge for myself because i have to remember not to meta and keep in mind that he doesn't have the same knowledge on ghost stuff as Danny, and thus everything he knows is from a limited lens.

It's great, it's fantastic, it's my enrichment. Coming up with conclusions for Bruce to come to with the info he's got on hand is delightful. It's like im playing logic puzzles.

[turtleblogatlast]

One of the biggest things that makes me see Leo as trans is absolutely the size of his carapace in comparison to his brothers’.

And I’m not talking about height! I’m specifically looking at his shell here, because when you compare him to the others, particularly Donnie who is nearly the same height as Leo, it’s very clear that Leo’s carapace is much longer in proportion to the rest of his body.

Like - standing side by side, even though Donnie is shorter his carapace ends noticeably higher up than Leo’s does. And I like this not only because it really helps push the idea that Leo could very likely be trans (or intersex!), but it’s also just a fun design difference between them.

(It also lends way to future scenarios of Donnie eventually getting taller than Leo, but sitting down still has Leo being the taller one haha.)