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[aprocessionofthoughts]

A Wayne or not a Wayne

whumptober24 day 24- radiation poisoning fandom- dp x dc tw- none summary- time to tour Wayne enterprises

masterlist ao3 part 3 of APvG

Danny sighed as they entered the last big business they’d be touring for the week. After this, it was a few more museums and landmarks and free time which they’d already decided was going to be spent exploring the major villains’ big bad hideouts like the Iceberg Lounge, Toxic Acres, and Ivy’s current hideout at the Botanical Gardens. 

But first they had to make it through a boring building tour. Well, Tucker and Wes were excited, though for different reasons. Tucker thought he might want to work here since it was one of the places with the best tech and was also one of the more ethical big corporations. Wes was excited because he wanted to see if he could spot more proof about the connection between the Waynes and the Bats.

But everyone else was bored. Well, at least they were until they got to one of the upper floors where a bunch of people were working at desks, and the employees stared at Danny.

Danny fidgeted uncomfortably.

“Do I have something on my face?” He whispered to Sam.

“Just your usual dorkish expression.”

Danny pouted. The employees started whispering amongst themselves.

Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on how you looked at it, Danny could hear them clearly.

“They think I’m a new Wayne kid.” Danny muttered. Stupid, smelly henchman thinking he was a Wayne was one thing, but wasn’t everyone here supposed to be really smart? Not to say henchmen weren’t smart, Danny didn’t judge people’s intelligence by their job unless they were stupid Fruitloops (cough cough Vlad cough), but still. He thought the people working at Wayne enterprises were supposed to be geniuses. And they should know the Waynes! Why would they think Danny was one?

His classmates started snickering as the ones with enhanced hearing whispered to the others about what the employees were saying. Sometimes the fact that most Amity Parkers were liminal made Danny’s life much more miserable. 

“Didn’t know you had a second secret identity, Mr. Wayne.” Wes whispered to him.

Danny scowled and subtly froze Wes’s sneakers to the ground.

He yelped as he fell forward and scowled at Danny who smirked back.

The tour guide continued on completely ignoring the class who had stopped to laugh and whisper amongst themselves. To be fair, they were completely ignoring the tour guide too. 

“If you’ll follow me this way,” the guide said motioning to a set of elevators, “we’ve got one more stop to make before the end of the tour. And we’ve got a big surprise for you.” (This last part was said with all the enthusiasm one might show at their friend’s ant farm’s funeral when you were the one who accidentally knocked the thing over and then promptly accused the cat who’d been licking its own booty at the time. That is to say, the tour guide was not very excited and spoke in such a deadpan way that would make dead guys jealous.)

Before they could click the button to summon the elevator, the doors opened and out walked a sleep deprived, black haired individual holding a large ceramic coffee mug that looked like it could hold a gallon of the precious life juice.

“That’s Timothy Jackson Drake Wayne!” Tucker hissed excitedly, his inner tech geek coming through at the sight of his idol and secret rival. (Tucker prided himself in making all of Amity’s tech, since most normal technology wouldn’t work in Amity due to the ectoradiation, but a boy could still admire a fellow tech genius.)

“Wow. Danny really does look like a Wayne.” Paulina whispered to Star.

“Are you sure Danny’s not actually related?” Sam asked. “They both look like they get no sleep and drink enough coffee to kill a small country.”

“Sleep’s for–” Danny started.

“The dead.” the class chorused with an abundance of over exaggerated eye rolls.

Danny pouted.

In front of them, Tim Drake was staring at Danny. He squinted his eyes. Danny squinted back. Tim tilted his head to the side. Danny mirrored him at the exact same time. Tim blinked, so did Danny. Tim took a sip of his coffee. Danny took a sip of his pretend coffee. (He wished it was real but he wasn’t stupid enough to actually make a wish even this far from Amity. You never knew where Desiree was.)

Tim shook his head, muttering under his breath about needing more espresso shots before he walked away.

The class had frozen at the strange exchange, but promptly burst into laughter as the older teen left.

—

On one of the top floors, in a recently vacated office, an alert sounded on the computer.

RADIATION DETECTED

[beartitled]

Did you play the pristine cut of STP? What do you think of Dragon, Cage and HappilyEverAfter if so?

Spoilers for STP pristine cut under read more (+ a lot of text warning)

Hehe I see STP ppl are excited and want more silly comics

Well there’s a lot of things to say tbh 👀

Overall really enjoyed new content so far

It kinda feels like a fanservice for the people who already played the game

Which is not a bad thing, don’t get me wrong ☝️

I just view the original game as a perfect instalment, which doesn’t really need a continuation

New scenarios is just a pleasant bonus

(I’m one shot/short story fan okay 👉👈)

I already saw Dragon and Happily After routes

Yet to see all the variations the Cage route has to offer (heard ppl said it’s the most diverse one)

The Princess and The Dragon

HEY REMEMBER HOW I SAID I DON’T LIKE THE IDEA OF CHANGING THE GENDERS OF THE CHARACTERS BC THAT WAY THE DYNAMIC WOULD BE UNSETTLING?

YEA SO THIS ROUTE EXPLORED THAT DYNAMIC GUYS

I enjoyed this route, bc again

It’s scary, uncomfortable, makes you feel unsafe and uneasy 👁️👁️

Awesome depiction of how scary this type of situation would be

And of course bonus points, we got to see the bird bois 🎉

(Opportunist go brush yo teeth, u spooky lookin ass)

Happily ever after

Ok

Noooow we’re talking

I love that route, it’s my favourite so far

The pain, the suffering, the absolutely devastated British crowman

Brilliant, chills

This one actually feels like a missing part of the og game to me

I wanted to go into details about my opinions on that route in the future post

But now I want to talk 😈

👏Smitten👏my boy👏how are you in your edgy villain era already omg

Can we just admit for a second how badass Smitten is for escaping protagonist’s body?

Like-💥

This was the first route I saw and was like “Ooooh that’s probably the new gimmick, every voice is doing to escape and shenanigans happen” AND NO Smitten is just that guy™️ absolute chad

Minus points for “we will give her something she doesn’t know she wants yet”

*hits Smitten with newspaper*

Bad voice 💥🗞️bad 💥🗞️ we listen to what 💥🗞️our queen 💥🗞️wants 🗞️💥🗞️💥💥

But it works okay

The atmosphere is immaculate, I was legit concerned for a moment

Ok now give me a moment to be a nerd ☝️🤓

I love how this route gives Smitten flaws

I think finally we saw that every voice has them, because voices are an isolated part of a person, a pure feeling if you will

And Smitten represents that naïve love idealisation/love obsession

The guy loves the princess, she is pure perfection to him

This feeling is blinding and honestly pretty toxic irl

During the whole og game Smitten was never conflicting?

He pretty much the comedic relief of the whole game (and least it felt like that to me)

I think he was kinda a missed potential

Yes, love is sweet

Crushes are can be funny, silly and overall just positive

But it can be so destructive, so painful and so so exhausting when it gets to the point of obsession

And that route gives you a direct illustration of it

Which is amazing

I honestly think we don’t have enough media just showcasing this feeling of obsessive love and how dangerous it is

(yandere trope doesn’t count 👿 this trope just kinda glorified the issue)

And the tragedy is SMITTEN IS TOO DELUSIONAL TO EVEN UNDERSTAND WHAT HE’S DOING WRONG

My poor poor birb boy

He’s too focused on doing everything perfectly, to make princess satisfied, to make us satisfied, why isn’t it working? He does everything he can, why doesn’t it work? How doesn’t it work?

HE’S TOO LOVESTRUCK TO TAKE A STEP BACK AND REFLECT

AAAAAAAAA

God I’m insane about Happily ever after

As a person who struggles with this exact feeling of idolising and obsessing over ppl, I just really feel that route

Goth Smitten incoming *coughs*

Thanks for your question ❤️ hope you enjoyed reading my mess of thoughts💥

Share your thoughts in comments/reblogs if you want ppl

[alwayslurkinginthebackground]

The Shirt - A Pedrotober Drabble

Day Thirty of Pedrotober: Fav Awards 'fit Pedrotober Hosted by @norththelemon and @alyssamariag. View the full prompt list HERE and view my entire Pedrotober drabble catalog HERE.

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader

Rating: Javi took the wheel, which means E. Oral (fem receiving), rough sex, bondage, dirty talk, unprotected p in v, cum shot.

Word Count: 1466

a/n: I had such good intentions with this prompt and then Javi threw them all out the window. So here's whatever this is instead.

When he finds you, you're in his shirt.

Not just any shirt, either. The shirt. The one he was wearing the day you first met.

If you were being honest, you'd clocked the way he was uncomfortable in it the second your eyes landed on him at the press conference. A little too tight around his neck with a tie that you'd watched him loosen the second he walked out to his truck. Almost like it wasn't something he'd wear normally.

Or, at least, that he'd prefer not to.

"You're home late."

He's shuffling past the door to your bedroom, tie already loose around his neck as he toes off his shoes. "Damn newbies couldn't get their heads on straight today," he grumbles, tossing his suit jacket over the chair that sits by the desk he never uses. His belt is off next, and you know the exact moment he figures out what you're wearing because all movement stops.

You've been sprawled out on the bed for the better part of the evening, his white shirt hanging from your shoulders, barely buttoned down your middle. You know it's hitched up in your slumber while you waited for him to get home because you've barely cleared the sleep from your vision when you feel the warmth of his hand tracing the curve of your ass.

"Thought I told you that you aren't allowed to wear my good shirt," Javi grumbles, the mattress dipping beside you as he closes in on your body.

"You hate this shirt," you point out, rolling toward him and reaching for the buttons that keep him from your view, unbuttoning them one at a time to expose his chest. "If I remember correctly, you stated that it made you feel like you were going to a funeral."

He leans over you, making quick work of your legs so he can kneel between them. "It does make me feel like I'm going to a funeral," he insists, capturing your lips in a heated kiss as the ends of his tie hang around you, "but it's also my best shirt."

"Well then the way I see it you have two options."

Javi's already working at your neck, the rough scrape of his stubble leaving red marks along your skin. "Oh yeah? And what exactly are my choices here?"

"Option one," you state, trying your best to regain the little bit of composure you can cling to when he's tugging the shirt in question down to expose one of your breasts. "You get a new shirt."

He hums, tongue trailing along your skin as he tugs at the buttons until you're exposed before him, "and option two?"

"You'll just have to think of me every time you wear it."

Your suggestion causes him to still, pulling back to stare down at you with a heated gaze. He sucks in a deep breath, his hands trailing along your thighs, up your sides, and along your arms until he's capturing your hands in his. It's only when he slips the tie from his neck and begins to weave it around your wrists that you question him. "What's it gonna be, Peña?"

"Option two," he returns with a low voice, looping the fabric around the bedpost as he hovers over you. "Except if I'm going to think of you every time I wear this shirt, I want it to be worthwhile."

You try to test the strength of the knots he's made, only to find them secure above your head. This isn't the first time he's done this with you, and you mentally recall the safe word he insisted upon the first time you slept together. Vermillion. Not that you've ever used it.

"Is the image of me in only this shirt not enough for you?" you tease.

Javi doesn't respond, not right away, because he's already busy kissing down your stomach and settling between your legs. He presses his lips to the sensitive skin of your thigh, wrapping your legs over his shoulders and hitching your hips closer to his waiting mouth before looking back up at you.

"You're always stunning, Carino, but when you come? That is the picture I want to remember."

He gives you no time to protest, diving into your folds like a man dying of thirst. Lapping at your clit and holding you still as you try to roll your hips into his mouth. You'd learned early on that Javi would do just about anything to make you come like this, with just his tongue and nothing more, and you have no problem providing him with the opportunity to do so as often as possible.

It's his name that comes from your lips first, a high-pitched whine that continues when he doesn't let up. A repeated prayer for him to ease you over the edge and let you fall into the abyss. "Javi. Javi. Javi." Your shoulders burn from the way you tug against the restraints, your fingers longing to grip at his curls, but there's no point in trying. Not when he has you exactly where he wants you.

"Fuck, you're so sweet," he mutters against you, a brief respite before he's diving back in, tongue dipping into your center as he laps at an unforgiving pace. Your nails dig into your palm, a hint of pain amidst the pleasure until you're falling apart in his firm grasp. Even then, Javi doesn't stop, working you through it as he watches you carefully, memorizing the keenness of your voice and every flex of your muscles as you spasm around him.

"That a better picture for you?" you breathe out when he maneuvers back up your body, kneeling between your legs after he makes quick work of the dress pants he's forced to wear to the embassy every day. Your eyes never leave his cock, hands absentmindedly tugging at your bonds when he takes himself in his hand.

He runs a thumb over the tip, gathering the pre-cum with a hiss. "I think you can do better," he challenges, shifting closer and lining himself up. He pushes into you slowly, stretching you bit by bit at a torturous pace that has you desperately fighting to get closer. The tie prevents it all, fabric digging into your wrists, and you can't help but catch the glimmer in his eyes as he takes in the sight of you beneath him.

"How about now?"

His mouth meets yours in a lengthy kiss, lingering until he's fully engulfed in your heat. "There's still room for improvement," he notes, taking the opportunity to prove it to you, and your face twists in pleasure when he pulls back only to bottom out inside you a moment later. "There you go, you're getting there."

There are a few things you know to be true about Javier Peña. One, that he loves fucking you as much as he loves eating you out. Two, that he fills you in a way no other man has ever been able to, his cock pounding against something deep and devastating inside you. And three, that he really loves when you wear this shirt.

"Gonna think about you like this every time I wear it, Carino." He leans down, rhythm consistent as his lips ghost against the shell of your ear. "Gonna think about the way you look wearing it when you're coming around my cock."

He must know you're close because then he's shifting back, grabbing at you, tugging you as far as the binds will allow. "So. Fucking. Beautiful," he grits out between thrusts when he catches the telltale signs of your impending climax. The way you bite into your lower lip, the way you go limp in his arms, the way the sound of your voice reaches higher and higher until you clench around him with a groan.

That is the picture he'll remember.

He comes in hot spurts against your stomach, and you memorize it all, too. The way he lets you watch him. The way his hand fists his length and the way he groans out your name, body tense until he's able to meet your gaze and reach above you to untie you. He leaves the tie wrapped around the bedpost, more intent on running his thumb gently over the curve of your wrists, bringing each to his lips with reverence.

When he releases you completely, he's quick to clean his spend from your skin, wiping with the edges of the shirt that still hangs loosely from your body.

"I thought you wanted this back?" you taunt, watching the way he slowly and methodically tends to you in the aftermath.

Javi shakes his head, gathering you in his arms. "I'll get a new one. This one looks better on you anyway."

[oceanwithouthermoon]

i posted abt this on my tiktok story but i need to rant more so im putting it here 😭😭 the way a lot of mikosai shippers (on tiktok, pinterest, reddit, etc) are is such a big reminder to me of why i hate the strictly romantic soulmates trope with every fiber of my being 😭😭😭 people who interpret soulmates as "that means theyre canonically together" regardless of how the characters actually feel about each other and if they ACTUALLY get together is so fucking gross to me oh my god its so fucking gross i hate forced romance so bad 😭😭 someone cant just say "hey, we're soulmates so you HAVE to date me and its literally weird and impossible for you to like anyone else because i said so!!" and also aiura WOULDNT do that anyway ???? HELLOOO???

you have no idea how many people ive seen call all saiki ships with anyone other than aiura "problematic ships" just because "theyre soulmates"

[hanzajesthanza]

this looks like a long time but initially it said 1 MONTH 15 days

[skynapple]

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[seaweedstarshine]

You know that time in the comics when the Doctor is so depressed, he shuts off the lights, turns on an interrogation spotlight, locks himself in the console room, and argues with a bunch of judgmental shadow-figures resembling his past incarnations?

And all the TARDIS' lights go out and her interior becomes a maze to keep his companions out of the console room, all from her psychic connection with the Doctor (“moodbleed”)?

And his companions are left wandering in circles for two days as the air goes “stale,” not knowing where he is but thinking the worst, while he hallucinates in a dark room?

...because I'm thinking again about the times this definitely happened when he was with the Ponds.

[hassianlovebot]

i've seen some people talk about einar's romance dialogue and how it feels offputting and rude to him but i'm gonna be honest,,, i never really saw it that way?

like i do agree that the player's dialogue options Suck compared to the other romances. something about it just feels really childish and definitely not as,,, "serious" or even committed as the other romance dialogue options. that being said, it never felt patronizing toward him.

to me, it feels like the player is just. being human. while einar is being galdur. the player doesn't get mad at him for not understanding certain jokes or not showing affection in the same way. and einar doesn't get uncomfortable with the player being human, making human jokes, or showing human affection. they're just Being Human and sharing their humanness with einar. which einar, while not always understanding of it, is completely used to and Does understand and enjoy it later on in the 3-4 levels. not that he didn't enjoy it before, but once you get closer to him, he Does understand more of the jokes and even joins in on certain ones (like the catch one!).

idk man it just always felt like the player and einar are just sharing their perspectives, personalities, and culture with each other. and of course there is the chocolate thing where he says he doesn't need it and the player has to learn what he actually wants from the relationship (ie spending time together). and there are still jokes that he ends up taking seriously, which yknow, that's kind of what i meant when i said the player's options often feel very childish compared to other ones. but it just never came off as patronizing to me, especially since einar repeatedly says that he enjoys spending time with the player and engaging in their "togetherness".

like to me it always felt like he enjoys learning about new things, even if he doesn't want to participate. like at the maji market when he says that while he doesn't understand the hotpot game, watching it fills him with "oneness". he enjoys learning about human and majiri culture and seeing them just be themselves! none of his dialogue implies that he's uncomfortable with the way the player shows affection (there Is something to be said about the dialogue options only ever showing one form of it,,, but tbf they can't put in 50+ options to cover the minutia of human brains lol)

idk i want to be clear im not shitting on anyone else's opinion on this!!! there's room for all perspectives here. i just wanted to share! i've seen SO many people say that romancing einar feels patronizing and like. i've just never seen it that way ! and it always confuses me when i see it akjhgd tbf i think some people are also neurodivergent (same lol) and don't appreciate the dialogue options that einar doesn't understand because in real life it Does feel patronizing when someone does it on purpose even knowing you won't get it. but for me, einar being galdur and not a neurodivergent human/majiri is an important distinction. he shows multiple times that he enjoys learning about human cultures and perspectives, that he enjoys talking to the player even when they don't understand each other, and that he's capable of understanding the player's jokes and sarcasm once explained to him. he Likes that they're different !

einar seems to enjoy the player acting "human" with him because he gets to learn about them! and he wouldn't want them stifle their true personality just to please him! einar is alllll about being true to yourself, your beliefs, your oneness, etc. he wants the player to understand him and his affection, but he also wants to understand the player's personality and affection. he wants them to share each other's "quirks". and don't get me wrong, i do wish there was more we could do to share in his way of affection (especially if his way is our way,,, like i'm Not flirty or jokey like that irl at all and i'd love to have more options where it really is just "hi i enjoy parallel playing with you :)))" lol) and that the dialogue options were less jokey or at least more affectionate/serious but idk,,, i think for me, i've just always seen einar as someone who wants to know and appreciate everything about the player, even the things he doesn't Immediately understand. he wants the player to explain things and share their culture with him SO bad

[dredshirtroberts]

it is not slacking off to write or create it is not slacking off to do things that are fun i am not slacking off or procrastinating right now i'm allowed to do things i enjoy doing for fun including playing games and writing and such

[hella1975]

for the first time EVER i have spent actual Big Bucks on jewellery and im so so excited about it. another bisexual win!

[istherewifiinhell]

First reprimand for shitty customer service <3. Well first one that wasnt just just my boss laughing and saying a local famous person accused me of stealing their wallet [left it on a shelf].

[tunnels-end]

sorry. guess I'm blogging trans drama now. But I still don't know what a baeddel is and at this point I really just don't super care

[witchwhaat]

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[diabeticgirl4]

I'm watching queer eye and like. most times I can understand the fab5 and why they need to change/fix this person and the ways whatever they're teaching will help, but like. they're teaching etiquette to this total country rancher guy bc he wants to find a girl and settle down and he never learned that type of stuff and yeah manners and basic etiquette is important but rn they're focusing so much on dining and the amount of forks!! and no you can't dip your bread in soup you gotta tear a small piece and drop it in!! and you're absolutely terrible if you set your spoon on the table!!

idk man I'm super not vibing w this ep

[dethbug]

does your mood ever just get completely ruined remembering every embarrassing thing youve ever said

[windupaidoneus]

now some people may not like to hear it but even the worst people who exist are still people & there is no human being who has More right than others to decide whether others deserve to live or die (does not mean i personally condemn murder in self defense or anything of the sort or killing fascists or whatever i'm just saying as a baseline This Is How it Is) & this is why the death penalty is not a good thing no matter how good & trustworthy the people in any government might be. people on average also deserve the chance to learn to do better. & no, someone who's been forcefed propaganda their entire life will not let go of that deeply entrenched mindset so easily, it's not particularly unrealistic & it absolutely sucks to deal with but in the context of tangibly working toward world peace it's also not an issue to try & help such people both in material ways & in helping them learn better rather than cut them down or abandon them to a grim fate. all this to say that's why i don't think garlemald is written badly, as unpleasant as the experience might be. walks off the stage