#and if he offered to adopt you then what?

[technofeudalism]

see, this type of comment comes from a common misunderstanding that i can easily clear up for you.

in the past, "elections" (the only political thing you probably do) have typically been won by the "political party" who get the most "votes." despite common belief, "votes" are not some ephemeral concept that you secure like Mario coins. "votes" are typically cast by what we call "people" who have things called "opinions," "thoughts," and "feelings."

historically, the best way to get more of these so called "people" to cast their "votes" for your political party, the chosen "nominee," which in this case is referring to the person at the very top of the paper you fill out every 4 years with a (D) next to their name, is to come up with the best "suggestions" and "policies" that align with the interests of the "people" (aka "voters") you want to convince to like you! where the Democratic party went wrong is that they sadly did not do a good job at convincing more "voters" to like them!

even though there were a lot of these "policies" that they could have adopted to make people like them more, they chose instead to call Dick Cheney a hero (I see you were 0 years old when he was elected vice president, you should google him), campaign with his daughter (just go ahead and google her too), offered Black people lots of awesome cryptocurrency and offered small businesses tax credits!

TL;DR:

the Democrats have what we call "bad policies" that no one want!

i think that the Democrats should have "good policies" that many people want!

i think that's the best way to get more people to vote for you!

Gotta admit the headline is a banger.

[caffeinatedvigilantewriter]

So Dani got herself into trouble. Again.

First it was the Italian mafia, then that human trafficking rink, but the last straw wasn’t the Meta human kidnappers, no, it was the assassin cult trying to convert her to assassiness.

She hates to say it, but the US was the safest place she could be at the moment.

The GIW are idiots, so the only person she would have to worry about was Vlad. And that meant she had to go somewhere when Blad would never dream of entering.

She distinctly remembers Vlad complaining about a man named ‘Wayne’ and a city named ‘Gotham’, calling it a ‘playground for psychopaths’.

So, Gotham it is.

The problem is no one in Gotham would hire a 12 year old with papers, a guardian, or even an identity. And there was no way she would go to Vlad for help.

One day she over hears a group of people talking about they new un and comping crime boss, Red Hood. About how he pays well and offers protection for kids. Hell, Dani didn’t even mind that he decapitated people as a hobby!

So she did what any desperate kid would do. She created a resume and walked into Red Hoods office, dropping it in the desk.

He hired her a messenger. Claimed phones were too unreliable and he witnessed first hand how she could sneak around.

She adopted the name cryptid and even wore a mask like Hoods to conceal her identity.

Jason is very confused at to why he suddenly wants to protect a random girl looking for a job. Something inside him is screaming to PROTECT PROTECT PROTECT

Shenanigans that follow

-Dani taking a nap on the couch in Jason’s office when Nightwing walked in hoping to try and make a truce. He leaves thinking that he has a niece.

-all of Hoods men thinking that Dani is his kid, which is why he hired her. This leads to a lot of Hoods enemies and Gotham’s rouges trying to kidnap her

-likewise, she gets mistaken as a Wayne kid

-Dani underestimated Vlad and he did have the balls to show up in Hithka Dan he showed up in Hoods office asking for hood. Jason’s, seeing how scared Dani was, called in a few favors to make sure he wouldn’t come back

-the phantom trio graduates high school. Sam and Danny head to Coast City as a couple while Tucker goes to Gotham bc he got hired by WE the moment he received his diploma.

-Tucker runs into Dani the first night he in Gotham and is like ‘ok come live with me’ and Dani’s like ‘bet I’m not homeless anymore’

-Tucker finds out about Dani’s job and demands a meeting with Red Hood to discuss why he let a 12 yo work for him

-if you want Tucker x Jason, then during the entire meeting Hood kept flirting with him, unfortunately, a week later, Tucker became smitten with a man named Jason

-Jason and Tucker met at a bookstore. Jason was buying a book and Tucker was getting something for Dani’s education. They hit it off immediately.

-Hood ‘hires’ Tucker as a hacker for his gang, and Tucker accepts because then he could keep an eye on Dani

-Dani goes to GA and makes friends with Damian Wayne, who’s a bit older than her. Damian is now wanting a younger sister and decides that Dani would be perfect

[yandere-wishes]

Okay just Tim’s cat!darling having absolute orange cat energy, like the most feral thing ever, like she has actually bitten him before and hissed at him, like she absolutely doesn’t like him

Or like one time Tim was tracking her after a heist they think she or Catwoman committed and she sees him spying through the window, it’s three in the morning and she got up to get fruit snacks and she gives him a back the hell off look before just going back to bed.

Like these videos are her

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8YJmwbL/

And just replace this one with her and Tim

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8YJnV4w/

OMG I did not know orange cat energy was a thing 🤣🤣I always thought stereotypical orange cat was just Garfield that's it lol!!

I can totally see reader getting more and more aggressive with Tim/Red Robin as time goes on. Sure she may still have a crush on him and thank him for her obsession with masked vigilantes and cat burglars.

But the more Tim forcefully steals kisses and hovers by her window at the most unholiest of hours. The more aggressive Reader becomes. She's not above just opening that window and trying to claw his eyes out!!

Worst is when she actually pieces together who he is, simply from the fact that he's liked all her videos and posts.

He's even left comments on her fics like 'Maybe Red Robin isn't that bad of a guy and he's just doing all these things 'cause he loves you.'

or

'my friend was saved by Red Robin once and they say he's absolutely the coolest and would be so gentle and kind to his lover.'

Reader has to bite herself to stop from writing the most graphic profanities in the reply!!

Your claws are raking over his muscles, digging into the curves and veins. Suffer, suffer, suffer. But the pain won't deter him, he still has your lips between his teeth, one hand wrapped around your neck while the other leaves bruises on your hips. Tim deepens the kiss swallowing your screams and pushing his bittersweet love down your throat.

Your knee finally finds an opening going to kick him in the stomach. But Tim only throws his head back and laughs, relishing in the pain. You scramble to crawl away, only for Tim to grab your leg and pull you back.

Your teeth are biting into his neck trying to bleed him, while he buries his face in your hair, high off your ethereal fragrance. In a swift motion, Tim straddles you using his knee to pin your hand to the hard ground. He picks up your other hand, admiring the glimmer of your claws under the moon's pale rays.

"You know kitty, it's not fair that you keep getting my blood under your claws." you stiffen, fear gleaming in your big doe eyes.

"I think it's time I get a taste of yours too, what do you say." "HELL NO" you scream, but it's too late, he drags your claws across your abdomen, moving his head to lick the stream of blood that blooms.

You utterly despise the all too pure look of satisfaction on his face. How your blood trickles from his lips. He offers you his golden boy smile and you wish you could impale yourself thoroughly.

Meanwhile, Bruce and Selina are watching from a higher rooftop. Having the most awkward and rage-filled conversation.

Batman: So, thinking of adopting any more kids? Catwoman: Only if your Robins stop driving them insane!!

Not to mention reader wakes up every day to a random present left in her room. How the hell does he keep getting in here?? Your mentor just paid for new locks and the best security system. Although you will admit you do kinda like the new perfume he got you and those strawberry chocolates were divine.

And ever since word got out that THE Tim Drake adopted son of Bruce Wayne, follows your accounts, your subscriber count has doubled! So maybe there are -unfortunately- some benefits to Tim's obsession with you. Even though you'll never admit it.

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

Did kook Ford ever meet the twins. Sorry If you already answered this.

He does eventually! No worries, I haven't answered this before, and this ask is a perfect opportunity to talk about the mystery twins' lore while we're at it :)

Mabel and Dipper were put into foster care at a young age due to their parent's divorce; neither party being willing to take custody of the twins. Since there were no close friends of relatives who were available to take care of the twins (I'm going to put Sherman and his wife out of the picture for now since I'm not sure how to get around that plot hole), Stanley pulled some strings to adopt the twins, making him a legal guardian to them :) As far as the twins know, though, Stanley is not related to them in any way.

Stan tries his best to not to involve the kids in his mafia business, although, the twins are still aware on some level that their "uncle" is not exactly a saint, and neither is his "work". But they love him nonetheless.

Anyways, the twins get actually introduced to the lore way later. The adoption happened a while ago, and several years later the twins are 11 and bored during the summer holidays. Which is perfect timing for Stan, because he needs them out of the house and away for the time being while he's busy taking care of his "work". He doesn't want them to go stir crazy and start causing trouble, so he decides to send them away to some remote town in Oregon called "Gravity Falls", where there is the least amount of violent gang activity and is far, far away from anywhere under enemy mafia dominion (other than his).

Stan lets them go their merry way with a chaperone (Soos) to stay over at his Abuelita's house. He double makes sure the twins are looked after by hiring one of the locals who owe him a favor (Manly Dan's family) to watch over them. This is how Wendy comes into the picture (she doesn't play that big of a role but still) :)

The twins are understandably a little put off by the fact that their uncle just sent them away to the middle of nowhere, but they manage to befriend some of the townsfolk and even find a strange journal in the woods.

They eventually meet Stanford, the unstable old "town kook" that everyone in town has warned them about and adviced to stay away from, and befriend him. He's amicable enough, but he always seems as though he knows more than he himself realizes.

And you'd think this is all there is that Gravity Falls has to offer. Just some strange anomalies and even stranger townsfolk.

But, Dipper wishes to learn more about the anomalies in town, to which Wendy off handedly mentions how her father used to talk about an anomaly researcher that once lived in town. When they all go ask Manly Dan for more information, he refuses to elaborate on it, calling it "nasty business" that they shouldn't be getting involved with.

Obviously, being kids, they decide to get involved in it.

Dipper and Mabel go looking for signs of this so-called "scientist" around town, picking up more clues from what the townsfolk tell them. Until eventually, their investigation leads them to a shack on the edge of town, nestled deep within the dense woods.

The house where the researcher supposedly once resided is abandonned and decrepit. They explore its ruins, but end up finding more questions than answers in the endless sea of indecipherable notes; strange books; rotted specimens and morbid bloody stains. However, the biggest mystery of them all had to be what was hidden beneath the shack. Behind innocuous doors and rickety elevators that brought them down, down, down to a massive structure buried deep underground; the mystery behind this strange researcher seemed to grow ever more.

[lilacxquartz]

jjk x reader: staying warm in the winter

scenario: how each villain would keep you toasty — themes: established relationships, soft villains — w.c: under 500 words each — included: sukuna, mahito, kenjaku, jogo

ao3 • masterlist

Sukuna:

You were walking through the estate grounds with Sukuna at your side through the dead of winter, barely carrying yourself through snow. The harsh bite of winter settled in your bones, making it difficult for you to move your limbs. Sukuna of course, was quite to notice your building misery, although, he didn’t say a thing until you were frozen solid into place.

“So weak,” he muttered, allowing his fiery crimson eyes to settle on you, burning red, even in a place so cold.

You tried to keep going, but your limbs stiffened and the cold winter air hurt when going into your lungs, leaving you feeling hesitant. Sukuna was cruel, so he could leave you to freeze to death (or worse) if he really wanted to, but the look in his eyes left you feeling more wary in anticipation of something else.

“Here, I will help you,” he decided to offer, taking a step closer to you, easily dwarfing your height within his imposing form.

You couldn’t back away even if you tried, so all you could do was shiver out a slight protest as your lips trembled, weak and numb. “What are you…?”

As you trailed off, Sukuna’s arms—all four of them—wrapped right around your form, his limbs snaking tightly around your body, constricting you into place. He held onto you so tightly that it felt like all of the air had been squeezed right out of your lungs, leaving you feeling breathless, and almost dazed.

You tried to writhe out of his grip, but as you did so, his hold only tightened, pressing the front of your body, ironing it against yours; letting the body heat transfer, settle, and finally, soothe.

“Quit struggling,” he murmured, ensuring you couldn’t get away, “and just let me warm you.”

You sulked but reluctantly accepted it. “I can’t breathe, though.”

He brushed his arms down, releasing the bottom set to slightly take the pressure off. His tone of voice was casual, and yet harboured a hint of teasing in his tone, “But you’re warm?”

You supposed that you indeed were, choosing not to argue with someone who could just as easily plunge you back into the snow, or worse yet, kill you. For now, you appreciated the warmth of his body and his actions, hoping that such mercy would only continue to last.

~~~

Mahito:

Mahito noticed your shivering state right away, your body was trembling despite being otherwise rigid, your flesh adorned with many prickling goosebumps. The patch-faced cursed spirit on the other hand was fine, unbothered by the cold, the heat of his cycling cursed energy keeping him going.

“Y’know, I could tweak your soul just a little,” he drawled out lazily, twirling a pointed finger towards you, hovering mere centimeters away from your nose, “and warm ya right up.”

You hesitated, warily taking a wide step away from him. “N-no way. You’re not gonna mess with my insides.”

Mahito’s voice shifted to one of false assurance, adopting a joyful glint in his eyes as he spoke, “Come on. Just a little, I won’t damage you,” he promised, although the mischievousness playing in his voice wasn’t too reassuring.

You knew from your gut instinct though, that you shouldn’t trust him, not a single bit, but both your fingers and your toes were numb. For a split second, you caved, giving in with clear reluctant agreement. “F-fine, just don’t do anything… weird.”

“Nothing weird,” he murmured, finally connecting his fingertips with your face, seemingly changing something subtle—something you couldn’t tell what right away, then after a moment, he pulled away, seeming done, “there we go.”

You never liked it when Mahito was calm, in fact, you were now left feeling even more wary than before. Your hands flew onto your body, desperately patting around your form to ensure that nothing physically changed, but then you felt a sudden wave of heat wash over your core. It felt admittedly nice, but only initially. When the warmth didn’t stop, it left you feeling like you were being boiled alive from the inside out.

“What did you do?” you seethed, unzipping what you wore slightly to get some cold air in to cool you down.

“I changed your body temperature - how it regulates, all that jazz,” he replied, glancing over his nails, as if indifferent, leaning back all the while.

Your hand met your forehead, initially wanting to facepalm, but then you felt how truly hot your skin was. “Did you give me a fever?”

Mahito met you with dual finger guns and the click of his tongue, “You got me.”

“So will this go away or not?” you sulked.

He cracked you a teasing grin, seeming to find your fretting state to be amusing, choosing to feed you a vague answer instead, just to further infuriate you, “Eventually.”

You sighed as you leaned back too, both feeling overwhelmed by the heat enveloping your body, but also feeling the chills of the fever begin to settle in, leaving you in a state of discomfort. Then again, you supposed that at least you weren’t cold, so Mahito pulled through on that part?

~~~

Kenjaku:

There was a chill in the air in the house; the old, dusty interior failing to capture any semblance of heat inside the walls. You were essentially reduced to a perpetually shivering state, left unable to focus. The fossil of a sorcerer that you shared a home with, who kept insisting that you two were an item, made you live here with them, so you were determined to make it their problem, too.

You waltzed up to them in their office, bundled up in a comical amount of layers, while shivering all the same. “It’s freezing,” you complained, “fix it.”

Kenjaku’s eyes flicked up from the book they were reading and up to your eyes. Slowly, a slow, measured smile spread across their face, their eyes glinting with something concerning that you couldn’t quite place. “Oh really? You want me to fix it?”

Right away, you regretted even bringing it up. The gleam in their eyes wasn’t just interest, but also a mocking sort of amusement that made you want to take back all that you said, but it was too late. They were already plotting.

“I’ll take care of everything,” they purred, closing their book shut, before standing up and walking intently towards you, closing the distance quickly.

Before you could even react, they ushered you into a different room and before you knew it, you were wrapped up in so many blankets, that you couldn’t even move your arms properly. Narrowing your eyes, you tried to protest against whatever this was, “I’m not sick, I’m just cold—”

“—shh,” they hushed you anyway, stepping away for a moment, leaving you staring at nothingness for what felt like an eternity, by the time they returned, they brought back a tray with a steaming bowl on it. “You like soup, don’t you?”

The spoon flew into your mouth before you could even say anything else otherwise, all the while Kenjaku muttered about you ‘being all dependant and doting on them now’, seemingly overjoyed with the development of this breakthrough.

“Once again, I’m not sick,” you tried to protest, regretting your words once more as the glimmer in their eyes faded into cold indifference. Their smile vanished and the spoon dropped, dampening the blanket.

“Ungrateful thing,” they announced dramatically, tightening the blankets so that you couldn’t move, “talking back at me,” they continued to murmur, “if you want to be warm, stay like this, just don’t expect me to help you out of it later.”

Left stunned, you called out after them as they walked away, “You’re the one who—”

But it was all too late—they had long left you. You sighed in the meanwhile, trying to squirm free, but the sheer amount of blankets simply wouldn’t budge. At least you weren’t cold anymore?

~~~

Jogo:

Although you weren’t subtle about it, you gradually scooted over towards Jogo who otherwise stubbornly sat in place, huffing his breath as you gradually bridged the distance in rising annoyance. The volcano-headed curse was not too pleased about this progression of events, it seemed, but you were the only exception he ever allowed to get close.

To you, the heat rising from his body was perfect; offering an almost satisfying warmth that kept the bite of winter at bay, taming it. However, if you ever wondered about what the catch for his calmness would ever, be, you were sure to find out imminently as he started to talk your ear off.

You listened in as he fed you proverb after proverb, offering a string of ‘uhuhs’ and ‘mhms’ as he endlessly continued, slowly, might you add, drawing out a puff of smoke between every other third word.

Jogo didn’t mind too much, or rather, he didn’t care about your reluctance. It was nice for him to talk to someone who wouldn’t leave. Suddenly though, he piped up, straightening his posture and slamming his cane against the floor. “Light is scarce, warmth is rare, and yet, here you are, leeching off of all I have.”

You cracked your eyes open, leaning towards your side to rest on his shoulder. “That’s a bit dramatic, don’t you think?” you sleepily joked.

His single eye glared at you from the side, narrowing slightly. “You’re more cat-like than human,” he muttered away, a hint of affection creeping into his tone, although, it was surely subtle, “one would think that you’re only after my company for warmth.”

“If that was true, then I wouldn’t stick around you in the summer,” you lightheartedly defended your side, “but,” you considered it again, “it certainly is a perk.”

You could have sworn Jogo’s cheeks heated up, but he quickly turned away before giving you the satisfaction of seeing such a thing. Instead, he grumbled something unintelligible off into the void, scooting closer to you that time, intent on giving you the warmth you so desperately craved.

[rahleeyah]

I actually do love Trevor as a Concept. Been there since what like s2-3? Witnessed Olivia's many transformations. Maybe fucked Alex. Fucked Olivia if you believe Warren's word of God declarations. Went through his own transformation from "anything for a dollar" defense attorney to whatever the hell it is he does now, only coming in to defend people pro bono when Olivia asks him to. Which implies he's still in communication with her, which is really interesting in connection with the "they fucked at least once" thing bc now it sets up a scenario where maybe they've been casual lovers on and off for years. He defends Olivia when she got arrested. He was in the courtroom when the judge offered Noah to Olivia - to this cop he's known for more than a decade, this woman he knows to be tough and fragile and complicated and alone, and then he walks with her every step of the way through the adoption. Sees Olivia with Burton and warns her to be careful not bc he's jealous but bc he's well connected and he knows things, and one of the things he knows is that his long time FWB isn't as unbreakable as she seems. A lot of the time he's just there, a warm body in a seat, but he has been seat warming through most of the pivotal moments of the show, and that gives him a unique perspective, and a unique place in the narrative

[havendance]

I have still not gotten around to reading the valentine's story that everyone's been talking about, but Scilly's post did get some of the juices going in my brain so take a little unedited ficlet about them running into each other again.

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Flour... flour... where did they keep the flour in this store? Tim stared intently at the shelves in front of him. "Pick up some fresh flour after patrol," Bernard had said because apparently he couldn't just leave the flour in the paper bag it came in in the cabinets of the houseboat. Surely this little 24 hr place had to have some. If they didn't... maybe it was just on the other side.

He rounded the corner only to walk straight into someone else.

"Sorry! I should've— wait, Ari?"

Across from him, his one time girlfriend blinked in recognition. "Tim?" She laughed. "Wow, it's really been a minute, hasn't it? How have things been going with you?"

He shrugged. "Oh, you know, the usual." He (finally!) spotted the flour behind her and ducked around to grab it. "Just grabbing a couple things."

"Same," she said, holding up the half gallon of milk in her hand. "It really is wild seeing you again. And not just on the news."

Tim scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "I really did have a wild few years there, didn't I?"

"I'll say! Getting stuck in No Man's Land, taking over Wayne Enterprises—I'd see the news a be like 'I used to date that guy.'"

"I didn't really take over Wayne Enterprises, it was more like a figurehead thing."

"Still, it was wild to see."

They both started to make their way to the checkout.

"I'm sorry, by the way," Ari said, "about your dad."

The words hit him in a way they hadn't in a long while. "I—" he let out a breath. "Thanks. It's been a while."

"It's been years since my dad died and I still miss him. When I saw on that you'd been adopted by Bruce Wayne, I thought about, like, reaching out and offering my condolences," she shrugged. "I just kept overthinking it and worrying that it'd weird."

"I was... going through a lot then," Tim said. "I don't know if I would've responded, if you did. I appreciate the thought though."

"You always were bad at making time for me," she teased.

"I was a real idiot then," he said with a sheepish grin.

Ari reached out and tapped him on the chest. "That you were. We both were, first love and all that."

There was a lull in their conversation as they both paid for their items.

"Look," Tim said once they were outside. "Can I walk you home?"

"Flirting? I do have a boyfriend."

"What? No! I just uh, you know, Gotham, at night. It's important to stay safe," he finished lamely.

She smiled. "I was teasing you. I'm still living across town with my aunt and uncle, but you can walk me to my subway stop."

"Okay."

They'd been walking for a minute when Tim said "I have one too. A boyfriend I mean."

"Oh," she sounded surprised. "I mean, good for you and all."

"Yeah, I just—what we had. I still cared about you, it didn't fall apart because of that. It was just—" He was fumbling over his words again.

"We were fourteen," Ari said.

"We were fourteen," Tim agreed.

They walked a little farther in silence. Ari said "You're actually the second ex I've had to come out to me."

"Really?"

"My first college boyfriend—I dated him for about a month before he told me he was actually gay and broke up with me."

"Sounds awkward."

"It was. So don't worry, you're doing better than that."

"Thanks, I guess.

Ari laughed.

"So college," Tim said, hurrying to change the subject. "Are you still doing fashion design?"

"History, actually. I want to go to law school. Make a difference."

"I'm sure you'll do great."

"What about you?" she asked. "Are you at college?"

"Uh, not really. Don't think it's for me. I've got a place on the Marina. I've just been hanging out there recently."

"With the boyfriend?"

"With the boyfriend," he admitted.

They'd reached the subway stop. Ari paused at the top of the stairs. "It was nice seeing you again. If you're ever in Little Odessa, be sure to swing by my Uncle's restaurant and say hi."

"Will do, and if you're ever around the Marina, I know some good seafood places."

She smiled. "I'll keep that in mind. See you around."

"See you around." He waved goodbye as she left and then went his own way into the night.

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

Ok for the au stories fullmetal alchemist/ Harry Potter… Ed adopting a female Harry and teaching her to be a badass

Female Harry loves her grandma Izumi

Harriet Potter was an odd girl. She looked normal. Long black hair always in a braid, a fondness for red that occupied her wardrobe, big green eyes. But the fact was she was odd. She wore red yes but also the strangest sort of jewelry. Huge skull rings, tacky necklaces and clothing that one Muggleborn commented looked like it came right from Hot Topic, whatever that was.

She was ridiculously smart, and fond of debating with her teachers about everything. Her reaction to Transfiguration as a loud ‘what the actual fuck’ lived on in Hogwarts history but she also excelled in it. She even did well in potions despite Snape being… himself.

She was foul mouthed but incredibly polite to McGonagall, Pomphrey and Sprout. She always was writing in her notebook and loved to study but also tossed the books to the side to have fun.

Ron liked it. Hermione, other then disliking the cursing alongside the lack of respect for the male teachers, liked Harriet to. Or Harry as she told them to call her.

“Wait what?” Harry said as she flipped through a rather large book. “What the… fucking hell!” She jumped up and took off. “Gotta Owl my dad!”

“Who did take her in?” Hermione wondered out loud. “According to everyone she lived with her aunt and uncle but she said she was taken from them by the authorities.”

“Huh?” Ron hadn’t heard that. Hermione nodded.

“I asked her some stuff about London and she told me she’d lived in Amestris since she was six because a Military Officer took her from her relatives when they were being arrested,” Hermione said.

“Amestris?” Percy asked, having been walking by. “The only All Magical country?”

“Harry says it does have Muggles they just don’t hold with keeping magic a secret because they’re under a military dictatorship and most magical people have to register,” Hermione said. “She did say the laws are loosening after a revolt about fifteen years back…”

“Seventeen,” Harry was back with her owl on her shoulder. The girl sat down to begin to write. “Can’t believe a Philospher’s Stone…” she muttered.

“Oh! Nicholas Flamel! Yeah he’s right famous for being the one person-“ Percy began but Harry snorted.

“Amestris has a few people who made one. My dad even figured it out.” She told Percy bluntly. “And it’s foul.”

“Wait, really?” Hermione asked in surprise. Percy didn’t look like he believed it as Ron simply watched Harry.

“Yeah. Also, turn lead into gold?” Harry stopped writing to grab a new piece of paper she drew a circle on and then wrote what looked like runes down. She grabbed a pencil lead Hermione had (she used something called mechanical pencils which were kinda cool) and placed it in the circle.

Harry clapped her hands and touched the circle, causing a blue glow to envelope the lead. When it was done, a golden rod lay where the lead was. Percy stared in open mouth shock.

“Gold isn’t hard for any alchemist to do. It’s just illegal in Amestris and England actually. The only good thing Flamel did was claim the Stone was the only way,” Harry said. “I have to turn it back, but you can scan it to prove it.”

“Why is it illegal?” Ron asked, staring at the lead hungrily.

“Economics. To much gold added to the economy causes prices to rise,” Harry explained. “Things get more expensive and money becomes useless.” She let Percy verify what the thing was before she turned it back to lead.

“What else is wrong with the Stone?” Hermione asked.

“How it’s made. My dad and Uncle figured out how and were so disgusted they backed out of their goals,” Harry said grimly. “Alchemy is equivalent exchange. I can’t make things out of nothing. Conjured items here don’t last either,” Harry sounded relieved when she said that, “as you’re offering energy. But Alchemy is a science. Not magic. My other Uncle, Roy, he’s a Muggle but he can use Alchemy. All you need is what goes in.”

“Whoa!” Ron was impressed but then a thought struck him. He felt his face go pale as Hermione asked about what kind of Alchemy Roy did. “Wait… what’s Equivalent for a long life?”

Harry looked at him grimly. “A few hundred years ago Xerxes was destroyed in a single night. No one knew who had done it, not until seventeen years ago when Amestris nearly met the same fate. A man, no a monster had done it. Created a Philosopher’s Stone. He used Xerxes.”

“No…” Ron said as Hermione huffed.

“What does that mean?” The girl asked.

“A life for a life,” Percy said, his voice shaking. Harry nodded.

“So if Flamel is over six hundred years old… who did he kill for his Stone?” Harry asked quietly.

[rottenpumpkin13]

Those pictures of seph and chocobos and Cloud make me want a time traveler Cloud that, instead of kill Sephiroth, decides to make his life so fulfilled that he won’t commit mass homicide. That’s right. Cloud kidnaps (surprisingly easy with the offer of candy, as no adult figures warned Sephiroth of stranger danger due to him being more dangerous than any stranger he may encounter) Sephiroth and takes him into the country, where they build a chocobo farm in the middle of nowhere. Sephiroth is surprisingly good with animals. Especially soft ones that are good for snuggling when they are little, and better to get snuggled by when they are big. Sephiroth unknowingly gets adopted by a pair of mated chocobos because he follows them around so much.

Cloud: Hey, uh… quick question. Do you feel like summoning Meteor?

Sephiroth, petting a chocobo: No.

Cloud: Okay, cool, cool. What about, like… destroying the Planet?

Sephiroth, scratching under the chocobo's beak: No.

Cloud: Mass genocide?

Sephiroth, now brushing the chocobo's feathers: No.

Cloud: Alright, good. Because I need to tell you something. You were created in a Shinra science experiment. Hojo injected you with Jenova cells while you were still in the womb. She's not your mother. She's an alien parasite that crash-landed here centuries ago.

Sephiroth: Understandable.

Cloud: …That's it?

Sephiroth, as an entire flock of chocobos slowly gathers behind him: I have transcended such concerns. I am one with the herd now. When the time comes, they shall ride at dawn.

Cloud: What.

[cheriecelestial]

Ocean Eyes Pt.I

disclaimer *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ mild angst(?), not proofread

pairing *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Percy Jackson x Gojo fem!OC

synopsis *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ In which, fate leads an aspiring jujutsu sorcercer to discover her destiny as a half god in a camp for demigods.

a/n *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Revamping an old series on a whim. And as my previous a/n read “based on this one dream i had and also cuz pjo was my first comfort series and jjk is my current one (only s1)” And as always

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Look, I didn't want to be a half-blood.

If you're reading this because you think you might be one, my advice is: close this book right now. Believe whatever lie your mom or dad told you about your birth and try to lead a normal life. Being a half-blood is dangerous. It's scary. Most of the time, it gets you killed in painful, nasty ways.

If you're a normal kid, reading this because you think it's fiction, great. Read on. I envy you for being able to believe that none of this ever happened. But if you recognize yourself in these pages - if you feel something stirring inside - stop reading immediately. You might be one of us. And once you know that it's only a matter of time before they sense it too, and they'll come for you.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

My name is Gojo Kanao—or Kanao Gojo, following Western naming conventions. I’m fourteen years old and raised in Tokyo, Japan. As the youngest member of the Gojo clan, niece of Gojo Satoru, and an aspiring sorcerer, my life was unfolding just as it should. Days were spent training and studying jujutsu, while nights were dedicated to assisting on missions—though only under supervision, since my uncle deemed me too young to go on missions alone but too old to remain entirely inexperienced with curses.

Everything was going smoothly until three weeks ago when my uncle received a call from an “old family friend”. Before I knew it, I was packing my bags to enroll in a so-called “summer camp” for “kids like me.” The irony of that statement isn’t lost on me—because aside from my uncle, I’m pretty much one of a kind. It’s not like every other generation produces a Six Eyes user blessed with Limitless. My existence is what many call an “anomaly in the world's power balance,” sparking endless debates among the higher-ups. Not that it bothers me anymore—especially since Uncle Satoru has no qualms about threatening to obliterate anyone who so much as looks at me the wrong way.

He took me in after my father passed away when I was four, and he was just eighteen. With my father gone, the Gojo clan was essentially reduced to just my uncle and me, as little was known about my birth mother. In fact, the first time my uncle even learned that he had both a sister-in-law and a niece—thanks to his absentee older brother—was when the so-called family friend showed up at the Gojo Clan’s doorstep, dragging along a drooling four-year-old with white pigtails.

As shocking as it must have been to suddenly become a single parent, my uncle—or as I call him, Satoru nii-san—adapted to the role with surprising ease. His reasoning? “The baby looks like a mini-me, and I vibe with that.” And, of course, in typical Satoru fashion, he never missed a chance to remind me and my also-adopted siblings, Megumi and Tsumiki Fushiguro, that “having you kids just adds to my dilf appeal.” This was inevitably followed by Megumi deadpanning, Tsumiki offering an awkward smile, and me audibly gagging. Needless to say, he’s nowhere near as beloved—or as tolerable—as he seems to think he is.

“How could you do this to me?” I mumbled, my eyes following the blurred silhouettes of trees rushing past the car window. The only response I got was a string of barely audible curses— pathetic, really.

After countless fights, screaming matches, tears, scratches, and even a few failed escape attempts, I had ultimately been forced to attend this so-called camp. My uncle’s whimsical descriptions—strawberry fields, flying horses, Greek gods, and half-goat people—were enough for Megumi to call absolute bullshit. But as much as I hated to admit it, I knew it was real. After all, it was where I had spent the first four years of my life.

“Nyao-chan, this is the 30th time you’ve said that in the past fifteen hours of flight time. Do better.”

I didn’t even need to look—I could feel nii-san rolling his eyes from the front seat.

“Toru-nii, don’t call me that,” I hissed, turning away with a dramatic hmph, hoping—just maybe—that a shred of guilt would creep into his conscience.

I remembered that place well, and it wasn’t exactly unpleasant. Under different circumstances, I might have even enjoyed visiting. But he refused to acknowledge how much this would derail my progress as a sorcerer. Instead, he’d brushed off my concerns with, “Your development as a demigod is just as fundamental to your growth as your development as a sorcerer. Take it as a learning experience. Have fun. And for the love of god, make some friends that aren’t the Fushiguros or your creepy pet snake.”

Yeah. Like that would end well.

The last time I tried socializing, some boy called me a brat, and I instinctively activated my cursed technique—for the first time ever—in an attempt to kill him. A stunning breakthrough, sure, but not exactly a great first impression. Fortunately for them, the whole incident was ultimately brushed off with an ‘all’s well that ends well’ verdict.

I, on the other hand, walked away from that disaster with a solid 2-star rating. Would not recommend.

“I mean, considering how much you love small spaces, scratching, and hissing, you might as well be one,” he teased. “But hey, cheer up! You’re going to see your Chiron-sensei and Dino oji-san again. Won’t that be fun? All those childhood memories flooding back. Plus, I hear summer camps are really fun.” The exaggerated emphasis on those names made me cringe internally.

It wasn’t until much later that I realized my so-called Dino-oji-san was actually Dionysus, the Greek god of wine. I could only imagine what he must have felt, holding a toddler in his lap while she gleefully butchered his name to suit her convenience. The sheer secondhand embarrassment of the memory made me even less willing to go.

“What kind of summer camp runs in November ?” I shot back, earning an exasperated sigh from him.

Our satyr chauffeur casually mentioned that we were fifteen minutes away from camp. At that point, turning back wasn’t even an option. As the car sped along the winding road, I sank deeper into my seat, arms crossed, scowling at the window like a kid being dragged to school. My fingers drummed against my knee—an unconscious habit I had picked up from nii-san, though I’d rather die than admit it.

"You’re pouting," he pointed out, amusement lacing his voice.

"I’m brooding," I corrected, turning to glare at him. "There’s a difference."

He only grinned. "Sure, sure. Keep telling yourself that, Nyao-chan."

I clenched my fists. "Stop. Calling. Me. That."

Before I knew it, the car came to a screeching halt in the middle of the road. There was nothing ahead but an empty stretch of asphalt, surrounded by dense vegetation on either side. “What happened ?” I asked, leaning forward.

The satyr turned to me and blinked. That’s when I realized I had spoken in Japanese instead of English. With the exception of my struggles with dyslexia, English had been fairly easy to learn—I credited Satoru-nii’s obsession with Friends and Britney Spears for that. But learning in general had always come naturally to me. I never had to try too hard to pick up a skill, something that both puzzled and frustrated others. Even I didn’t fully understand it. Apparently, it was a trait of a true Gojo—being godly perfect. That applied to everything except my cursed energy technique. At some point, I had hit a plateau, no matter what method I tried. My growth had stalled. Maybe that’s why he was sending me here.

“She meant, why did we stop?” Nii-san asked, his tone laced with amusement.

“We’re here,” the satyr replied simply. 

I glanced around in confusion. I saw nothing. Then, without a hint of urgency, the satyr stepped out of the car, gesturing for us to follow. With luggage in hand and no better options, we did. As we walked, the dense vegetation seemed to part before us, revealing a familiar yet distant world. My stomach twisted as a rush of forgotten memories threatened to surface—the scent of strawberries in the air, the distant sound of laughter, a warm voice calling my name.

I shook my head. No. That was then. This is now.

I let out a slow breath, steeling myself. Nii-san, of course, was already opening the door, stepping out with his usual carefree swagger. I had no doubt he was about to make a grand spectacle of my arrival, much to my horror. 

“Alright, kiddo,” he said, stretching. “Time to make some demigod friends!”

I scowled. “ I’d rather be cursed.”

He smirked. “That can be arranged.”

I swallowed hard. This is really happening.

After a short hike through the woods, we arrived at a large stone arch. It was a mix of weathered wood and ancient stone, covered in cracks and patches of moss. Greek symbols were carved into the top, their edges worn with age. I stared at the inscription, and to my surprise, the letters began to shift. At first, I thought my dyslexia was acting up, but then I realized—the symbols were rearranging themselves, forming words in English. Within seconds, the inscription clearly read: CAMP HALFBLOOD

“You look surprised. What do you see, Kana ?” Nii-san asked, his eyes on me. I described what had just happened, and he smirked, muttering something under his breath. Curious, I reached out and extended my hand toward the arch. Much like a jujutsu curtain, my fingers passed effortlessly through the barrier, which emitted a faint blue glow upon contact.

“Nii-san, you try it,” I gestured for him to do the same.

He reached out, but the moment his hand touched the barrier, it resisted, pulsing as if rejecting him. A flicker of amusement crossed his face before he pulled back.

“This barrier is stronger than I expected,”he remarked to the satyr, a faint smile playing on his lips. “I'm impressed.” The satyr puffed up slightly at the praise, his hooves shifting in the dirt. “Well, of course. It keeps out unwanted guests,” he said pointedly, glancing at Nii-san, who only grinned in response.

“Nii-san, if you really wanted to break through, how long would it take?” I asked, curiosity getting the better of me. If you asked anyone to describe Gojo Satoru in a single word, it would undoubtedly be ‘strongest’. There wasn’t a barrier he couldn’t break or a curse he couldn’t exorcise—as long as he put in the effort. He tilted his head, considering it. “Hmmm… it’s strong, I’ll give it that. But we wouldn’t want to put an entire camp full of kids in danger, right?”

I shrugged, accepting that as a fair enough reason despite him not giving me a straight forward answer.

“From here on out, it's just her. No one else can go inside,” the satyr said. “Yeah, we got that,” Satoru-nii replied, clapping his hands with a bright smile. “Just give us two minutes, okay? You know I need a moment to say goodbye to my precious baby.” The satyr blinked, then silently stepped away, out of earshot. Satoru-nii cupped my face in his hands, his voice soft and trembling as if he were about to cry. I rolled my eyes at his theatrics. “You didn’t feel any guilt over the past few days, and now you’re crying?”

“It’s not that simple!” he protested, his lower lip quivering. “I know I have to let my baby bird leave the nest because it’s what’s best for you, but I—” His voice broke, and a pang of guilt hit me. I sighed and hugged him. “I’ll miss you too. But I’ll be fine.”

“Call me every day, you hear me? And make sure you eat well and get enough sleep. Oh my god, I sound like an old woman!” Gojo Satoru had a talent for completely ignoring the fact that Megumi, Tsumiki, and I technically had mothers —albeit either an absent or dead one—and acted like he was the one who’d carried us for nine months and given birth. But hey, who doesn’t appreciate a little extra coddling now and then?

“I can't believe you're leaving already.”

He chuckled, quickly shifting his tone to cover up the emotion in his voice. “What, you thought I’d stick around? I’d love to play the doting guardian, but this camp doesn’t exactly cater to ‘normal’ people like me.” He winked. “Besides, I’ve got my own life, you know.”

I scowled. “Debatable.”

The satyr cleared his throat. “We should get moving, Kanao. Chiron’s waiting.”

I rolled my eyes at the satyr before looking back at Nii-san. “But in any case, I’ll be just fine. Don’t worry.”

“I know. You'll be fine. Always. You'll be better than me, I know it.” Satoru nii-san’s voice softened, dropping into a low, almost wistful whisper. “Even though you're the best there is?” I asked, offering him a gentle smile. To that, he said something I didn’t expect. “You've inherited only my powers, I don't want you to inherit my tragedies too.”

His words left a bitter taste in my mouth. People often assumed that because he was the strongest, his life was easy. But it was people like him who suffered the most—so much so that sometimes, it made you wish you didn’t have power at all.

“And lastly,” he continued, as if the previous conversation had never happened, “don’t kill anyone. But if you do, get rid of the witnesses and call Nii-san first. Nii-san will take care of it.”

I raised an eyebrow in disbelief. First of all, shouldn’t he be teaching his kid to be nice to people? And second, why was he referring to himself in the third person?

“Shouldn't you be saying ‘don’t bully people and be nice’ or something?” I asked, though his advice wasn’t the first of its kind. My brother Megumi had a reputation for beating up people at school, but Nii-san never saw an issue with it. The people Megumi fought were rarely innocent, and besides, he never lost a fight—so no shame was brought to the family name.

“If there's anyone you think shouldn’t be alive, then they shouldn’t be. Just remember, the world’s your playground. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise,” he replied with complete conviction. One thing everyone knew about Gojo Satoru was that he was a firm believer in Gojo family supremacy—and he wasn’t wrong.

“Then what about those sleazy higher-ups?” I quipped, knowing full well what he was trying to do. I was aware of his grand plan to tear down the old order and build a new jujutsu world, which was the real reason he’d become a teacher. It was a vision I’d bought into the moment he showed me the dream of it. But for that dream to become a reality, I had to grow stronger. I needed to become more, become unstoppable. So, I’d gladly accept any wisdom the Greeks had to offer. By the time I was done here, I’d make sure I was the strongest demigod they’d ever laid their eyes on.

“All in due time Kana-chan.”

A/n: comment to be added into the taglist :)

[in1-nutshell]

Hello!! (Your way of writing is amazing)Can i request a Batfam Buddy?? They are around Duke's age, they came two years before him. Bruce saw this kid fighting crime, with the name Nightjar, and decided that they would fit well with the rest. Buddy was from crime alley, and they had met the red hood a couple of times, but accepted them as a new vigilante.

After joining the family, Buddy became close with everyone rather quickly, especially with Jason. The other loved this new sibling, but couldn’t understand why they were always close with Jay. They wanted to know.

One day, they made Bruce ask them, because Buddy would probably tell Bruce, they were close with Bruce first and then became close with Jason. Bruce asked them and This kid just said, that it isn’t favouritism, it's just that Jay and i get along very well.

The others decided to let it go for the moment. But later realized that this kid was, in fact, A MINI JASON. They acted like him from time to time, said thing that Jay would say, and had the ability to tell Bruce off without consequences. Dick saw his little wing in this new kid, and out of nowhere began to hug them when they acted too much like Jay Jay.One time Bruce froze when Buddy said something Jason once said to him back in his robin days, he hugged Buddy and told them to kever lose their spark. Buddy didn’t mind the hugs, they adored them.

Mini Jaybird? Mini Jaybird! (And thanks for the compliment!)

Hope you enjoy!

Bat Buddy who is like Jason Todd

SFW, Platonic, Famialal, Human reader

BATFAMILY

Buddy was the next adopted kid Bruce took in before Duke showed up.

2 years to be exact.

Back then Buddy had gone around Gotham as their own vigilante known as Nightjar.

And no, they will not elaborate on why their name sounds so much like Nightwing’s.

Gotham Goons run into a dead end just as Nightjar shows up behind them. Nightjar: “Times up boys. Didn’t anyone tell you stealing was bad.” Goon 1: “Shoot! Its Nightwing!” SLAM! The goon gets hit in the face with a trash lid. Nightjar: “DO I LOOK LIKE HIM!?” Goon 2: “Wait! Wait! Let’s make a deal! If I get your name right, will you let me go?” Nightjar: “… You get one try.” Goon 2 with full confidence: “Jar Jar.” Nightjar: "…” Batman comes in a minute later to see two goons with beaten faces and Nightjar dusting their hands. Nightjar: “Jar Jar… what a—Oh hey Bats!” THWAP! They activated their grappling hook and zipped away. Nightjar: “Bye Bats!”

For a vigilante, Nightjar sure did pack the speed and hiding capabilities as a seasoned hero.

Almost every moment Batman had tried to interact with the small-time vigilante, they always seemed to give him the slip.

Something the others had teased him about.

… Not that they had much better luck.

Nightwing, Red Robin, and Robin return from patrol. Nightwing: “Sheesh, B wasn’t kidding about them being fast.” Red Robin cracks his back a bit. Red Robin: “Are we sure that they aren’t a speedster?” Robin: “Not fast enough for that Drake.” Red Hood looked at them confused. Red Hood: “So they gave you the slip again?” Nightwing: “Yeah.” Jason: “Ha!” Red Robin: “Oh please, like you can do better.” Red Hood: “I was just with them a few hours ago.” Robin: “No one finds that funny Todd.” Red Hood shrugs and walks off.

Red Hood had in fact been with them earlier.

The vigilante usually worked on some of his old patrol routes when he was Robin.

Both occasionally hanging out on gargoyles and sharing patrol stories.

Jason liked the kid and always offered a midnight snack on slow days.

Nightjar was sitting on their usual gargoyle when Red Hood arrived. They happily waved at him and patted the empty space next to them. He sat down and passed a brown paper bag to them. Nightjar: “What’s on the menu today chef?” Red Hood: “Just some leftover pasta and chicken. Nothing big.” Nightjar was already digging in. Nightjar: “Please anything you cook is godsent man. Wait is that…” They fish out 3 chocolate chip cookies from the bottom of the bag. Nightjar: “Hood!” They wrap an arm around him in a side hug. He just pats their back as they go back to eating. Red Hood: “Be thankful kid, nearly risked my hands getting these cookies.” Nightjar: “Wherever you gets these, complements to the chef! This will last me another week!” Red Hood: “What?” Nightjar: “What?”

As for Batman, he finally managed to talk to Nightjar a few nights later.

Unfortunately, under less than likely circumstances.

The pair had been ambushed by some of Joker and Two faces henchmen.

It took them both to defeat them all and take the two villains to custody.

Nightjar dusting their hands and was ready to zip out of there, but their stomach growled loudly. They hadn’t eaten a full meal in a few days and their stomach ached for some of Red Hood’s food bags. Hopefully no one had spotted the saved bag of cookies back in their box. Batman: “Hungry?” Nightjar: “Kinda, but I’ll be going now. It was fun working with ya Bat—” Batman: “I can get you some food if you like.” Nightjar was about to protest but their stomach growled even louder. A few minutes later… Both were sitting on the hood of the Batmobile eating take out from Batburger. Nightjar was happily eating their burger sitting criss crossed. Batman: “Is there a place where I can drop you off?” Nightjar: “I mean, if your okay with driving by Crime Alley.” Batman: “You live around Crime Alley.” Nightjar: “I live in the alley Bats.” Batman grows concern. Batman: “And your parents? Where are they?” Nightjar laughs bitterly. Nightjar: “Don’t know, if you find them let me know—hey Bats you okay?” Batman: “…” A few more minutes later… The Batmobile stops in the Batcave. The boys come over. Nightwing: “You okay in there B?” Red Robin: “His vital are still fine.” The door opens as Batman exits out. Robin: “Father where have you—” Batman opens the co pilot seat and holds Nightjar from under their arms. Batman: “Nightjar this is the Batcave.” Nightwing, Red Robin and Robin: “NIGHTJAR!?” Red Hood has near whiplash seeing his friend practically dangling from Bruce’s hold. Red Hood: “How?!” Alfred ‘already been through this’ Pennyworth: “I have the room ready sir.” Nightjar: “I am so confused right now. Did I just get kidnapped—Hi Hood!” Nightwing: “How do they know you?!” Red Hood: “I already told you I knew them!” Red Robin: “We thought you were being sarcastic!” Robin eyes Nightjar up and down. Robin: “If you want the Robin mantle, you will have to fight me for it.” Nightjar: “Don’t want it short stack. And also, WHAT THE F—”

And that’s how Buddy was adopted into the family.

Of course, they got formally introduced to everyone after finally getting context to what was happening.

Surprisingly when they weren’t running around and hiding, Buddy was a good person to be around.

Somehow worming their way into everyone’s hearts.

Duke arrives to the Batcave. Buddy walks over to him with a smile on their face. Buddy: “Hey there! Your Duke right?” Duke: “Um, yes? How do you know my name?” Buddy waves him off. Buddy: “If anything living with the Bats has taught me is that B is always on the look out for potential recruits or adoptees.” Duke: “Oh no, he isn’t adopting me.” Buddy pats his shoulder. Buddy: “Sure, sure, keep telling yourself that. I know it’s a confusing time and all—” Duke: “He is not adopting me!” A few months and a signed adoption paper later… Duke: “…” Buddy: “… I told—” Duke: “Yeah you told me.” Buddy pats him on the back. Buddy: “Welcome to the family Duke.” Duke smiles at them while giving them a pat as well.

But there was one member of the Batfamily that they were nearly conjoined to the hip since day one.

Jason ‘the Red Hood’ Todd, was the chosen one.

It was speculated at first that it was natural for them to be close to the one person they knew in the manor.

But months later, they still seemed to be Jason’s shadow whenever he was around.

This included patrol, being in the manor, being in his apartment, at the grocery store…

They needed to know.

And it was up to Bruce to ask them thanks to drawing the shortest straw.

His search for the answer was relatively short.

Which being that Buddy plainly stated that they were just close to the white streaked vigilante.

Nothing to do with favoritism or bribery.

They just liked being with him.

This seemed to satisfy the others as they put it to rest.

But the Brick of Reality would soon find its next targets one afternoon in the library.

Bruce and Dick had just walked into the library to collect some extra file covers when they spot Buddy fast asleep on one of the desks. A pile of old books keeping them company and of course Alfred. The older man walks by the two. Alfred: “It seems that Mx. Buddy has been going through the same book catalog young Master Jason did when he first came to the manor.” Dick smiles at his younger sibling snoozing. Dick: “Yeah, they kind of are like a mini Jason.” Reality Brick impact in 3… 2… 1… BAM! Bruce and Dick: “… They are a mini Jason…” Alfred ‘already seen this from day 1’ Pennyworth: “I am happy to see your detective skills are as sharp as ever.”

Dick immediately tells the others about this epiphany while Bruce is still processing this.

Jason doesn’t see the resembles and walks away.

The other haven’t exactly met Jason in his Robin days don’t know what to think.

Instead, they observe from afar.

Low and behold Dick was right.

From mannerisms, sayings, some fighting styles, even how they like their food!

All near carbon copy!

Buddy and Jason don’t see it and just move along.

Buddy has gained the new nickname of “Mini Jaybird”.

Which in all things in consideration it was miles above “Jar Jar”, so they didn’t mind being called that.

Jason didn’t either, in fact it just gave him a reason to call ‘dibs’ on them on any team activity or patrol.

Dick is on patrol with Buddy. Dick: “Bud���Nightjar you need to be more careful with your flips. You’re still healing from the stab wound.” Nightjar just smiles at him. Nightjar: “Not even if I do this!” Nightjar executes one of Dick’s own personal flips with ease. They bounce to their feet and go up to him. Nightjar: “See! I did it! I am unstoppable!” Dick just sees a smaller Jason cheering for his accomplishments. Nightjar: “Yeah! I—” They were interrupted by Dick hugging them tightly. Nightjar: “Nightwing? Dick you okay?” Nightwing: “I’m fine… Just… I’m fine mini jaybird…” Buddy decides not to ask about the tremble and just hugs him back. Later that same night in the Batcave… Bruce is helping Buddy with their dodging. Buddy ducks under one punch. Buddy: “Ha! You’re going to have to hit faster than that B.” Bruce continues on without a word. Buddy laughs as they dodge another hit. Buddy: “Try and catch me you big boob!” Bruce suddenly freezes up. Buddy looks at him worried. Buddy: “Bruce? Hey, I know that the phrase is a bit outdated but if it offends you—” Bruce isn’t listening as he is only seeing a small Jason from Crime Alley. Those were some of the first words he had ever said to him on the night he tried to steal the Batmobile’s tires. Buddy: “—And I’ll make sure to never do that again.” Bruce puts a hand on their shoulder making them stop their little ramble. Bruce: “Don’t you ever loose that spark Buddy. No matter what happens.” Buddy: “… Umm, okay? B are you sure you don’t need some sleep? I just called you a—huh?!” Bruce had brought them into a tight hug. Buddy, while confused, returns the gesture. It wasn’t everyday the Batman was giving out hugs so they were going to cherish any opportunity they got.

[jordanthewerewolf]

WEREWOLF HRT CHAPTER ONE: MISSING

The bell jingles as I enter the diner. It's got a nice, homey, atmosphere and the air is filled with the chit-chat of many patrons. The smell of coffee fills my nose. I pull out the piece of paper in my pocket. Scrawled across the back in blue ink is the address of the diner, followed by a time. 3:15. My watch says it's 3:10. I'm early.

I flip the piece of paper over. I look at the picture that's mystified me for the past three days. It's a young male. He’s wearing a leather jacket, and his hair is dyed red and styled into a spiky Mohawk. A total punk rocker. Yet it's his face that I end up staring at. Jade eyes. A hawkish nose. Crooked smile. This boy’s face is identical to mine. And written in big bold letters at the top of the page are the words:

MISSING: ERIC FORRESTER

My friend Nezzie sent me a picture of this poster a few days ago, and now I’m walking into a diner in a city I’d never heard of, to chat with some lady I’ve never met. Because apparently, this guy is my twin brother. We were separated at birth, and he stayed with my parents while I ended up in foster care. While he was growing up an ordinary teenager, I was dealing with transphobic adoptive parents who didn't appreciate my efforts to be more… feminine. I can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. He definitely got the better deal. But he’s my twin. My identical twin! You know that twin bond they always talk about in movies? I've felt that ever since it was little. Like I’d feel random flashes of joy, sadness, anger, and once, a wave of impending doom that brought me to tears.  I never knew what caused it. Now I do. I'm feeling what he feels.

And of course, I don't find out I have a twin brother until he disappears. The dude has been missing for a month. And in Hyper City, which I've already discovered to be the most bizarre city in the world. Hyper City is where the infamous Dr. Erian resides. About two years ago he developed the revolutionary Humanity Removal Treatment, which allows people to transform themselves into animals, mythological creatures, even fictional characters! Since then, people have been flocking to Hyper City in droves, with the desire to remake themselves into something inhuman. During the cab ride from the airport, I saw at least two dozen pedestrians who were mid-transformation. People with scales, feathers, fur. Snouts, paws, wings, tails, fangs, claws, and more. I saw some incredibly unique looking creatures. Like a hairless humanoid with deep purple skin and three pairs of glowing eyes. Or what looked like a giant green bear passed out in the park.  I make a mental note to do more research on this Animal HRT fad. It's been blowing up the news for the past two years, and Nezzie's been talking nonstop about it because she plans to transition into a dragon, but I haven't been paying much attention.

“Jordan?” I hear a voice call out. It's a young woman, about my age, who for some reason is wearing… a rabbit suit? She waves me over to her booth. I note her serious expression and her piercing blue eyes. I sit across from her. I feel her gaze burn into me for a few seconds. Then she relaxes. Her face softens. 

“You've got his face,” Rabbit Girl says. “You look just like him.” I know exactly who she's talking about. My twin.

“So you're the one who's been putting up the posters?” I ask. 

Rabbit Girl nods. “Me and a few others.” I notice a badge pinned to her chest, displaying blue, pink, and white stripes. Trans colours. I subtly flash my trans pride bracelet. Rabbit Girl notices it. She relaxes more.

Rabbit Girl offers her hand. “I’m Candace. Candace Double. But you can call me Candy.” 

I shake with her. “Jordan Forrester.”

A waitress comes by. “Can I get you two anything?” 

“Can I get a hot cocoa?” Candy asks. I order the same.

After the waitress leaves, I ask Candy, “What’s he like?”

She ponders that for a moment. “He was super sweet. Kind of awkward, and he had the tendency to say the wrong things at the wrong time, but he was well-intentioned. And he wanted to be friends with everyone. Eric saw the best in people.” Candy looks wistful. There's a faint smile on her face.

“Why are you using past tense?” I point out. “He’s not dead, is he?”

Candy shakes her head, making the plush rabbit ears on her hood flop around. “We know he’s alive. Just… there's some heavier stuff about Eric I'm going to need to tell you. But let's leave that till later. What's your story?”

“Erm, well…” I hesitate, trying to figure out how to describe myself. 

“I’m nothing like what you said Eric was like. I guess the only thing I can relate to is the awkwardness. Total introvert, and definitely not nice. I've been told I can be kind of a… bitch.”

Candy chuckles. “Also humble. He was like that too. Never bragged. I wonder what else you two have in common.”

We spend the next hour comparing me to Eric. Taste in movies, favourite music, video games. During this time, the waitress comes back with our drinks. Sipping my cocoa, I learn that in terms of our interests me and Eric are pretty different. He's into metal and rap music where I have a penchant for techno and EDM. I’m more into first person shooters where he favours RPGs and strategy games. But we do have a lot in common. Eric shares my general disinterest in movies and television, which is caused by my ADHD (which he also has). We’re also both really into punk and emo music like Fall Out Boy and Maneskin. Craziest of all, we both have the same favourite song: Good Charlotte’s The Anthem. A song about rebellion and deviation that’s always helped me when I feel oppressed or dysphoric.

Sitting here with this girl in a rabbit suit, I'm learning about this boy who I’ve never seen face to face, but who I somehow know better than anyone. I’ve felt his greatest joys, his lowest lows. Somehow, the two of us are tied together. I have no doubt that Eric can feel my emotions just like I can feel his. I have to find him.

Candy finishes off the dregs of her cocoa. “So, Jordan, do you like horror?”

“Yeah. I'm a complete horror nut. I'm, like, crazy obsessed with…”

“Werewolves?” she finishes.

I stare at her. “How did you know?”

She smiles. “Eric was a complete lycanthropy fanatic. He talked about it nonstop. And then this Animal HRT stuff came up…” Candy sighs. “I guess this leads right into the heavy stuff.”

I get a sinking feeling in my gut. “You mean…”

“Yep. He applied to transition into a werewolf.”

My heart starts to pound. “Oh, God…”

Candy puts a comforting hand on my shoulder. “Hey, hey, calm down. I'm not done yet.” 

“O-Okay. Go on.”

“Things went really well at first. He asked me to hang out with him during the full moon. So he wouldn't get lonely.”

“Isn't that dangerous?” I ask. She laughs. “Absolutely. And yeah, the first time he went wolf I was pretty certain he was about to eat me. But then Eric, this giant wolf creature, just walks over and sits down beside me. And he hugs me. I could see how happy he was. It was honestly adorable.” 

“So it became routine. Every full moon we'd hang out together while he transformed. Our other friends started joining us. We'd watch movies or play games and sometimes we'd go for walks around the city. Never the woods. Eric was scared he'd start attacking wild animals. He was a total softie. Honestly more like a big puppy dog than a wolf.”

Candy opens up her phone. A few taps and swipes later, she shows me a picture. It's of a bunch of people sitting around a campfire. I see a girl dressed completely in black, with black lipstick and eyeliner. A dragon woman with teal scales. A bird the size of a small child, sitting on the shoulders of a large green bear…

“I saw that bear,” I blurt out. “It was passed out in the park.”

“Behr does have a tendency to do that,” says Candy. 

I return my eyes to the picture. There's a girl covered in black fur with enormous, segmented eyes and a pair of antennae. And next to her is… Yep, it's Eric, all right. A big beast covered in shaggy brown hair. At the top of his head I can see his signature red Mohawk between a pair of pointy ears. He’s got a long wolfen snout filled with sharp animal teeth, and a pair of big paws tipped with razor sharp claws. But he looks happy. His yellow animal eyes are glowing with excitement.

“Wow. Just… wow.”

Candy puts her phone away. Her expression gets serious. “That was two weeks ago. And the last time we saw him. After we got home from that trip, his girlfriend broke up with him. The poor guy was crushed. I saw him check his phone. His eyes got wide. I watched the fur sprout, the fangs grow… and then he just ran off.”

“Have you guys looked for him?” I ask. Candy nods grimly. 

“We searched the woods every day for a week. We couldn't find him. But we know he’s there. We found paw prints, the occasional mangled squirrel, and every night we hear his howls.”

Candy sighs. “And as to why, well, we have three theories. One, Eric's snapped and gone feral. Or two, he's hiding in the woods, acting like a monster to numb the pain. Or three, this is what he's really wanted all along.”

So that's it. My brother’s become a monster. I feel the room start to spin. My stomach churns. My twin brother is a bloodthirsty beast.

“Behr went into the woods two nights ago. She said she found him, but he wouldn't say anything. She talked to him and she thinks he understood her, but then… he just ran off.” Candy has a helpless look in her eyes. “The government knows that he's in there. They're tracking him. They're leaving him alone for now, but if he hurts anyone…” She fidgets with her empty mug. “They'll kill him. They’ll put him down. Like he's a fucking animal.”

I feel like I'm going to throw up. But I somehow manage to reach across the table and take Candy’s hand. “It's okay, we’ll find him. I know I can find him.” I briefly describe our twin connection. “So, I think that I can help him. Like, I don't know, maybe he'll recognize me.”

“You think so?” Candy looks skeptical. “That sounds kind of unreliable.

“I promise,” I tell her. I try to change the subject. “What’s with the bunny suit?”

“Oh, this? It's part of my year living as my preferred species. I'm about to start Animal HRT in a few weeks.”

“Living as your preferred species? What does that mean?” I ask. 

“Erian has this rule where you have to dress and behave like what you're transitioning into for a year before you can actually start treatment,” Candy explains. “For me it basically means wearing this rabbit onesie. Everyone else who does AHRT just lies to Erian and says they've done the year already. But I don't want to risk this going wrong. I'm doing this by the books.”

“Ah.” I stand up. “I think I should be going now. Thanks for your time.”

“Thanks, Jordan,” says Candy. She gives me a quick hug. “Good luck.” 

I walk out of the diner, knowing I’ve just made a promise that there's no way I can uphold.

That night I dream about wolves. 

I'm running through a forest. The full moon hangs above me.. Every sound is magnified. Every leaf is in perfect focus. I feel my heart pounding, my breath coming out in deep grunts. The scents of nature fill my nose.

Ahead of me, I hear a wolf howl. An eerie noise that reverberates through the night. But I don't stop. I keep running towards the noise, bursting out into a large clearing. And there he is. My brother. Just like I saw him in the picture that Candy showed me. His jaws open, howling his longing into the night. Calling out to me.

He stops. Looks right at me. Strides over. “Eric?” I try to say. But it comes out as a wolf growl. I reach out to him, but my arm… it's not my arm anymore. It's a werewolf’s forepaw, covered in thick brown fur. I’m a wolf creature, I realize. Just like him. Before I can do or say anything else, Eric reaches me. Suddenly he pulls me in to a tight bear hug. “I’ve missed you, sis,” he murmurs. I try to say that I missed him too but it only comes out as growls. We hold the embrace for a long time, our furry bodies entwined, claws dug deep into each other’s pelts, our snouts touching tip to tip.

Finally Eric pulls away. He's grinning ear to ear as he takes my hand. As one, we lift our snouts into the air and bay at the moon, howling our joy at our reunion in perfect harmony.

The sound is so loud that it wakes me up.

Suddenly I'm not in the forest anymore. I'm laying on Nezzie���s couch, drenched in sweat. I feel my face. My arms. My backside. My hands. No snout, no fur, no tail, no paws. I'm not a wolf after all. It was just a dream. In surprise I realize that I'm disappointed. 

“Jordan?” Nezzie calls out sleepily. She's standing in the doorway, bleary eyed and clutching her hoard of plushies. “What's going on?”

“Just a really weird dream.” I rub my eyes. “Did I wake you?”

“Yeah. You were howling.”

“Like a wolf?” I ask hopefully. 

Nezzie shakes her head. “You sounded like someone was torturing a pig,” she snickers. “Anyway, I need my beauty rest. Try not to have any more dreams about slaughterhouses.”

Nezzie heads back into her room. I lay back down and stare at the ceiling. What was that dream? It was so… weird. And why did I like being a werewolf so much?

Then I hear his howl. It's faint. Distant. But it's unmistakable. It's the exact same howl from my dream. In an instant, I understand everything. What that dream was trying to tell me. What I’m supposed to do.

I rummage through my duffel bag and pull out my laptop. I Google Animal HRT then click on the first result. On the next page, there's a link that says “START AHRT”. Clicking that link brings up a form asking me to fill out my information. I enter my legal name, email address, and medical info. Under DESIRED TREATMENT I enter WEREWOLF HRT. I move my mouse to the SUBMIT button, and hover my finger over the ENTER key. I ask myself, Is this really what I want? Am I willing to give up my life for this?

I hear Eric howl once again. And I know my answer.

I slam the ENTER key and begin the process that will change my life forever.

Featuring @candyrocks03 and @nezhoardsthings

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A British priest who delivered an Elon Musk-inspired, straight-armed salute during his address to a pro-life gathering last week has been kicked out of his church.

The Anglican Catholic Church announced Wednesday that Father Calvin Robinson is “no longer serving as a priest” in the denomination. 

The removal of Robinson’s license came after he delivered a speech on Friday to the National Pro-Life Summit in Washington, D.C. At the end of his speech, he mimicked the language and gestures that Musk, the billionaire Donald Trump adviser, used during an Inauguration Day event last week. 

Like Musk, Robinson said “My heart goes out to you,” touched his chest and made the straight-armed salute. A clip of the moment went viral. Many observers have said the gesture is tantamount to a Nazi salute, and Robinson’s now-former church endorsed that view. 

“We condemn Nazi ideology and anti-Semitism in all its forms,” the church’s statement said. “And we believe that those who mimic the Nazi salute, even as a joke or an attempt to troll their opponents, trivialize the horror of the Holocaust and diminish the sacrifice of those who fought against its perpetrators.”

Robinson’s gesture has fueled ongoing debate over whether Musk intentionally meant to deliver a Nazi salute. Extremists who saw his gesture as a dog whistle, meanwhile, have begun adopting his words as a new slogan.

Robinson’s actions were met with laughter and applause from the gathering of an estimated 100,000 student anti-abortion activists. Other speakers at the event included former Trump cabinet member Dr. Ben Carson and pro-Trump commentator Charlie Kirk.

Robinson had overseen a parish in Grand Rapids, Michigan, and his social media bio says he is affiliated with a far-right British political party. Facing criticism on Wednesday, he offered an explanation for his gesture

“I am not a Nazi,” he said on X, Musk’s social media platform, explaining that he had made the gesture and comment as “a mockery of the hysterical ‘liberals’ who called Elon Musk a Nazi.” He insisted that his gesture “was not a joke at the expense of WWII, nor an admission of my membership in the Nationalist Socialist Party. “

“Context is key, but sometimes people ignore context to confirm their own prejudices,” he added. “People see what they want to see.” To his detractors he also wrote, “I forgive you for your ignorance. My heart goes out to you,” adding a salute emoji.

The church said it had cautioned Robinson, who has a long track record of provocative and antisemitic comments, not to engage in such behavior.

“Mr. Robinson had been warned that online trolling and other such actions (whether in service of the left or right) are incompatible with a priestly vocation and was told to desist,” it said. “Clearly, he has not, and as such, his license in this Church has been revoked.”

Robinson has also embraced beliefs that are associated with a strain of conservative Catholicism entwined with contemporary right-wing politics. On X, he has called Vatican II, the 1960s council at which the Catholic Church reformed its practices and declared that Jews did not kill Jesus Christ, “divisive”. 

He declared the Latin Mass, a traditional pre-Vatican II service that has caused Catholic-Jewish tensions, “true, beautiful and good.” He said efforts to restrict it are “wicked.”

On X recently Robinson also discouraged Christians from becoming Zionists, writing, “Christians should not make an idol of the geographical Israel. The Church is the new Israel.”

In the same post, Robinson both said Christians should not hate Jews — and seemed to encourage proselytizing to them. 

“We do not hate people based on their ethnicity or religion,” he wrote. “We can and should discourage people from following evil/false religions. But that is not because we hate people; it is because we love them and want them to get to heaven. The only way to the Father is through the Son.”

He has also expressed support for supersessionism, the belief that Christians have replaced Jews as God’s chosen people. 

“Modern Judaism is a post-Christian religion born of the rejection of Christ,” he wrote. “Jews of the Bible are now Christian.”

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Just a story idea I may write for this later but you're more than welcome to write things about it, write using all the details in here, and such just don't feed it to AI or have AI write for you

Cw: yandere, injury, hospitalization, dependency(?) kept as pet(???) Would this be stockholm who heckin knows

Short little story or maybe long story about Blade visiting a small shop that sells good food but isn't doing too well or something and blade is the gn!readers yandere idk kinda want soft and sweet...that turns dark at the end...like he's a 'stray dog/cat' they feed sorta way like he comes and goes and sometimes they won't see him for weeks to months but when they do they greet him with a smile and a "still alive huh?" And they talk to him about anything and everything and he listens to them quietly while eating his meal but he doesn't stop them even when he's finished

He leaves for a month or so and when he returns the little shop seems closed for the day, the lights are off but the sign is not up and the glass of the window is broken with pieces of it scattered on the ground he comes closer to examine the damage only to hear a faint voice calling for someone anyone and he creeps inside to find the kind person who has fed him this whole time pinned to the floor with a hand on their throat and a knife in their gut and he sees red it happens so fast they can't figure out what is happening only that their assailant is off of them screaming choking then silent they try to see what has happened but it's getting darker and darker and the last thing they see is burning amber eyes

When they come to they're in a medical bed it's not that comfortable and a bit cold but they're alive the soreness of their gut and the dryness of their mouth confirms that they lie there listening to the soft beeps of their ekg only for the beeps to quicken when their eyes land on the broad dark figure sitting beside their bed staring at them they relax almost immediately but the realization that they almost died back there in their small shop makes their throat tighten and they can't help the moisture leaking from their eyes as they thank him for coming reaching for him with a weak hand that he cradles with both of his own

As they recover Blade sticks by their side helping them with anything they need from helping them change their bandages to assisting them to the restroom this goes on for some time until they make a full recovery and though they're healthy and well they feel so hollow because they know they don't have anything to go back to they've been evicted from their apartment, their shop has failed to get many customers and they're not seeing profits, and more it's just awful

But Blade offers to let them stay to say goodbye to everything and start anew as a Stellaron Hunter? Maybe not they don't have it in them to kill and their particular skill set won't be much use for their cause but he offers them to stay and make food he'll support them just as they've supported him basically 'adopting' them it could be a whole platonic thing or it could wind up romantic and sexual I honestly don't care which direction it goes though I'm leaning more platonic because while he does treat them like a person he's also treating them like something pure and innocent to be kept safe by any means and that they'll be safe if they stay in his room/the base and he'll take care of any of their needs idk just them agreeing to stay with him and not wanting to leave because this life is much better they have a full belly, soft clothes, a warm bed, plenty of affection from Blade in the form of hugs, cuddles, headpats and everything is good

And like as he's leaving their room after wishing them goodnight to head out on a mission Kafka talks to him on their way and talks about how he made it hard for them to get customers, he made it so they got evicted from their apartment, paid someone to attack them and etc just to get his darling pet and he doesn't deny anything just looks at Kafka as she hums to herself wondering just when they'd fallen into his trap was it at first glance or when they gave him that first meal like a whole caution on feeding stray animals or something I guess Idk how my mind works but I'd read the fuck outta this fic but I'm currently too tired to write actual stuff so who knows if I will write this in the end

[aaeeart]

alternative: he pissed off another force god

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This was going to be a panel of a little comic but I got too invested in drawing minute background details so, here.