#and people still defend them which is actually scary

[torgawl]

i hate that i had to compile articles and data for my mother to read to prove my point on why the romani people are used as a scapegoat and they're not actually our enemies :/

[merf-txt]

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[inkskinned]

it's because the bear wouldn't kill me just for being a woman. the bear doesn't kill me for fun. the bear can be shouted at, and will leave me alone. the bear won't make a tiktok complaining about how i crossed to the other side of the path when i saw him coming. if a bear kills me, it's just being a bear: it cannot understand logic. it is not acting out of malice - just fear or hunger.

bell hooks once wrote about how porches might be the only outside space left for women - it is still the domain of the house while it is also outside-but-safe. when i am in the woods, i am in the bear's home, and he has a right to defend his property. outside spaces - anywhere at night, certain parks in the day - those are often implicitly "owned" by men. i cannot explain the feeling of knowing when you have entered a man's "territory." you walk into a place and just know you are in their space. you get a sick sense - you're in danger.

the other day a group of about 8 men were fooling around in the woods while i walked my dog. i had to go around, take the extra 3 miles just to avoid them. it's okay, i like walking. this wasn't even a #feminism moment. it was just a tuesday.

what a plain and easy question. only one of the situations is seen as a tragic accident. i would rather die and have a park bench erected in my honor rather than have my family questioned about why they let me, an adult, walk in the woods in the first place when i should really be at home in the kitchen.

i worked in retail and food service. i have had women say and do absolutely heinous and abusive things to me - not because i was a woman, but because i was there, and they were angry. the way men treated me when angry was different - it was because i was a woman. you can always feel the difference, how there's an undertone of i'd hurt you worse if i could get away with it. i keep seeing people try to cite stupid statistics. why is there always a strange rage whenever women agree on things? like men can argue their way out of our lived experiences? it isn't a buzzfeed quiz - which of these traumas are you? 10 super cute ways not to fear strange men.

i have actually (thrice!) seen a bear in the wild, by the way. i died each time, obviously, and am a ghost writing to you. (it was scary but completely and utterly fine). the second encounter was a black bear with her cub. she looked at me like - do we have to do this or are we good? my dog was busy sniffing a bush, completely nonreactive. i felt like i was in a sitcom: feminist poet reacts - does she actually mean she'd choose the bear? my only thought was - she's so beautiful. her paws are massive.

and there's a part of me that feels the rage spinning out in a corner. why do we have to come up with quippy little comments in order to teach men empathy. would you rather die in a car accident or due to a mugging? and would you rather your house burn down due to an electrical fire or due to arson? gee willikers - it's almost like we're human people, and want to risk the accident versus the intention.

i would rather my last thought be oh shit, a bear rather than i'm a person too. why doesn't that matter? why don't you care?

[cosmosluckycharms]

Showtime☆

Dont get the deal

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It had been a week since you got shot.

Your family barely even acknowledged that you were hurt.

So far you had been forced into three family activities, all of which you didn't enjoy.

It's not that you didn't like being around them! It's just that there are only so many times you can watch Damian take care of his animals without letting you help, or try and play games with Tim that didn't really interest you, or have an awkward conversation with your father that didn't know anything about you.

You couldn't even sneak off with your friends due to how someone was attached to your hip 24/7.

It was like they were taking shifts just to be around you.

Past you would be flattered, but you miss your friends.

You miss performing.

You miss acting.

You miss waking up by yourself, in peace.

You were tired of everyone trying to pretend they knew you.

You started to take notice of something.

After it got dark outside, your family would disappear after dark.

They'd all sneak off. To where? You had no clue. But you weren't going to ask; this was your chance to finally be around friends.

You snuck out of your room and went into Tim's room, looking around for an old blueprint of the manor.

After around 5 minutes of quickly scrambling, you found it.

You grabbed it and made your way back to your room and pulled out your whiteboard and a marker in your favorite color and started your plan.

After you were sure they all left, you were going to make your way out the window between Damian and Tim's room. They are closest to the back gate, which had the least amount of security cameras.

Afterward, you were going to sneak out to Nene's house.

It was almost the perfect plan.

Only flaw?

Despite you finding the way with the least cameras, there was still quite a bit of security.

You weren't going to give up, though.

Your hands trembled as you picked up your phone off your clean, new sheets Dick had bought for you a week ago.

Sneaking out wasn't like you.

You're a good kid.

You get good grades.

You don't cause trouble.

Sure, you're loud. A year ago, you had overheard Tim and Damian complaining about your voice being like nails on a chalkboard.

No one defended you.

But other than your voice, you're a good kid.

You try and help whenever you can around the manor even if no one lets you. You sign up for school events to get away from the manor and get out of trouble.

Compared to other people your age, you're not bad.

You hesitated, rethinking sneaking out. Sure, you missed your friends.

You haven't had freedom in a while too.

But on the other hand, your family was finally caring about you.

Finally seeing you. finally not ignoring you in favor of each other.

You could join in on conversations without freezing up looking at Dick's smile that always scared you.

You could finally sit in silence with Tim without getting yelled at.

You could talk to Bruce without him looking so scared to talk to you, as if you were fragile, as if at any moment you could break.

You could finally train with Dick without being interrupted by Damian.

You could ask Jason 'dumb questions' without being shooed off.

Right as you were about to give up on sneaking out, you had a moment of clarity.

You weren't actually being included.

Dick's smile still felt scary. You knew it wasn't as fake as how it used to be, with it never reaching his eyes, but now it felt like he was trying too hard.

Although Jason acknowledged you, he never started conversations.

Damian still didn't trust you around his animals.

Tim would go out of his way to babyproof his room and push you away from anything important, basically keeping you in a little corner of his room.

Bruce looked guilty. You assumed it was because of how he wasn't there for you when you got shot.

You didn't know how to feel about Alfred. You weren't ready to have another grandpa while still missing yours.

You grabbed your phone, which was on your bed, and pulled up UNTITLED.

Before you knew it, Miku popped up.

"Y/N! I haven't seen you in so long!"

"Hey, Miku, I need a favor."

"Hm?"

"Do you think you can hack into the cameras and turn them off for a moment? please?"

"Well..."

"Please. I can't stand to be here any longer."

"Okay!" Before you knew it, Miku disappeared from your phone.

You couldn't tell if the cameras were off, so you would just have to hope that Miku turned them off.

You quickly but quietly rushed to your closet to find something to wear.

You were currently wearing your pajamas, but you needed something darker to wear out.

You grabbed a black hoodie and gray sweatpants; you usually wouldn't wear something like this, but you didn't want to stand out at night.

Once you put it on, you grabbed your sleeping bag, prepared, and made your way to the window.

You also grabbed a beanbag and stuffed it into your bag; it couldn't fit fully, but it was fine.

It took a second to get to it due to your room being slightly farther than Tim and Damian's room.

You threw the beanbag out the window.

You almost hesitated jumping out but did it anyway.

You landed on top of the beanbag, heart beating out of your chest.

Your legs hurt due to landing on them weirdly, but you decided that's a problem for future you.

You put the hood of your sweater on and jumped the gate and got electrocuted a bit due to the electric wiring.

By the time you were fully off the property, you had scrapes all over you, your legs felt like jelly, your hair was extremely frizzy, and you looked like hell.

As you started making your way towards Nene's house, you couldn't help but feel like you were being watched.

You also noticed how, despite Gotham usually having people around, the streets were unusually empty.

You wanted to put that feeling aside, but deep down you felt...wrong.

You started hearing footsteps behind you.

Something in your head was screaming, "Turn around."

You started running, only for what seemed to be a shadow to pop up in front of you.

You fumbled back a bit and shut your eyes which was quite childish, you admit and gripped your phone harder than you ever had in your life.

You would have fallen backwards if it weren't for someone helping you up.

You turned your head sharply to see it was Nightwing.

"Hello!"

You jolted, startled from being surrounded by two of Gotham's vigilantes.

"Hi!" you spoke. Your hood fell, revealing your face.

You noticed how Nightwing's eyes widened a bit and his face fell agape slightly. Batman's face tightened slightly.

"It's late, isn't it past your bedtime?" Nightwing quipped.

You stayed silent, putting your hood back up.

"Your silence is telling" Batman spoke.

Nightwing held your wrist. "C'mon, let's get you home."

You resisted, "No! Let me go!"

"Why don't you want to go home?" Nightwing asked, letting go.

"I miss being out." you looked down at your feet.

He put his hands on his hips, a puzzled expression taking over his face. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"..."

"Nightwing, I'll take it from here." Batman spoke, picking you up and putting you on top of his shoulders, which reminded you of how your grandfather used to do the same.

"Are you sure?" Nightwing asked, Batman nodded, and Nightwing left.

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After heading onto a rooftop and Batman giving you some ice cream, you swung your legs on the ledge.

Despite your slightly cheerful appearance, you were nervous.

Sure, Batman and his partners literally saved you and your friends, but he still looked scary.

Batman cleared his throat before speaking. "So, why don't you want to go home?"

"I've been home all week. It's the longest I haven't gone out in literal years. I miss my friends." You gripped onto the sleeping bag.

"I see, but you do realize you are still recovering, correct?" He pointed at where you were shot, raising a brow.

"No, it's not that; it's just..." You took a deep breath before continuing, "It feels like they're babying me."

"Perhaps they're just ensuring you're okay; have you thought of that?" Batman reasoned.

"Maybe, but I'm not used to it. They've never cared. At least it didn't feel like it.

He hummed, signaling for you to continue.

"They're treating me like a child when I no longer am one. I'm stronger than they think I am."

"Like they're trying too hard?"

"Yes, exactly!" you exclaimed. "It's like they don't know what to do with me now that I've gotten hurt."

"Explain."

"The whole time I've been with them, they'd never notice me. I'd be hoping all day and night they'd see me. It took me being shot at to be noticed."

"Could it be they're trying their best?"

"My whole life I've been used to dealing with my feelings alone. Back at home, everyone was busy with their own lives and each other. I think it's just a harsh change."

"I see." You kept on eating your ice cream, noticing how much more sleepy you were getting.

"What was your plan?"

"What do you mean?"

"It's clear you snuck out; you have an overnight bag."

"Oh, right! I was going to sleep over at my friend's house."

"Which one?"

"My friend Nene, the one with green hair."

"You should probably let her know you can't make it." You sat right up. "What?!" That's not fair! I just told you I'm tired of being home!"

"It's three in the morning. It's dangerous."

You sunk back down. "I guess you're right."

"What was your plan after you went to your friends?"

"I honestly hadn't asked her yet. I was hoping she was pulling another all-nighter and would let me stay over."

"And after that?"

"I don't know. Maybe I'd go back to the house or stay at a friend's house forever? I'm not sure."

He could tell you were slowly falling asleep. "I think it's time I take you home."

"Alright." He picked you up for the third time ever and started swinging away using his grappling hook.

While you were up high, you took one hand off Batman and put it up into the air. You squealed in excitement as Batman swung faster.

His smile grew more and more as he heard, you have fun.

He hasn't heard you like this for years. By the time you got to the manor, your hair was crazy and you were a giggly mess.

You had to playfully argue with Batman to let you stay up, but in the end he failed.

he had to drag you to bed like a toddler and tuck you in. "Good night, kid."

"Goodnight, Mr. Bat!"

He chuckled as he turned off the light.

While he was almost out the door, you said one more thing. "Y'know Mr.bat? I kind of wish you were my dad." and fell asleep.

He didn't say anything. He just guiltily made his way out.

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You woke up late the next morning; thankfully, it was still the weekend.

You stumbled out of bed and took a shower to wash off all of last night's events.

As you jumped into the shower, you noticed all the scrapes and bruises you forgot about.

They weren't serious-looking, thankfully, so your family probably wouldn't find out about last night's activities.

You hoped Batman didn't tell your father about what happened, and the same with Nightwing.

You felt your stomach rumble as you made your way towards the kitchen. You could hear Tim speaking.

"I don't understand it; I can't get any camera footage from last night!"

Oops.

You could practically hear him pulling on his hair from stress.

You snuck into the kitchen to grab your now cold breakfast, and just as you thought you got away, Bruce spoke up, making you shiver.

"Y/N, how'd you sleep?"

You turned towards him slowly. "Good!"

You aren't a good liar.

You scrambled away and decided to eat in your room.

you noticed how the window you used last night (and foolishly forgot to close) was now boarded up.

Once you got to your room, you closed the door with your back to it.

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding and sat on your bed to eat.

You didn't notice you forgot to lock it until you heard it turning. You froze up, fearing it was Bruce.

That was until you saw a pair of green eyes meet yours.

Damian.

You continued eating his breakfast, trying to ignore his glare.

He cleared his throat.

"L/N."

You looked up and saw him with his arms crossed.

"Do you have any clue why the cameras weren't on last night?"

"No clue, sorry. I was asleep."

"You were the only one here last night."

You shrugged your shoulders and offered him a piece of fruit on your plate.

He scoffed and stormed off.

You continued eating your fruit, somehow not noticing Bruce inside your room.

He let out a cough, which startled you.

"I know you weren't here last night, Y/N."

Play dumb!

"...who's Y/N?"

not that dumb!

You mentally facepalmed at what you said.

You noticed how the corner of his mouth twitched, suppressing a smile.

You spoke up from the tension in the room, "I'm sorry for sneaking out. It won't happen again."

He sat down next to where you were sitting and spoke, "Next time you want to go out, just let me know; I'll drop you off. It was reckless of you to go out by yourself. You can tell me anything, anytime."

He got up and froze in place before asking,

"Were you the one who turned off the cameras?"

You shook your head no, and he walked out.

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im sorry this was so buttcheeks i. m so sleepy

also tumblr is tweaking no clue why 👎

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[sugarlywhispers]

Bakugou Katsuki is known for being a man with character, with a strong personality. A man that looks menacingly and fucking scary. Everybody knows that he isn't a man that you would want to have problems with –villains literally shit their pants every time the name Dynamight is pronounced. He is fucking terrifying when he gets mad and angry. Even his own hero colleagues and friends know that.

Some people thought that Katsuki needed a woman who was different from him. Like someone more easy going and friendly. Someone who denoted more brightness than him.

And you are exactly that. You two look so different sometimes that people don't understand how you two work things out. But what people don't know –but Katsuki does, perfectly well– is that inside you hides a person even more scary than Bakugou Katsuki could ever be.

And so there all his hero friends are, standing freeze and looking gobsmacked at how you angrily yell to a man at the restaurant all of you were about to leave. Katsuki doesn't know exactly why you are screaming so pissed off at that man, but he thinks that if you are that upset, it surely means that it is something bad. Which also means that the man probably deserves it. You know how to defend yourself, and Katsuki is fucking proud of that.

“Are you really not going to interfere?” Asks Kirishima, looking surprised and a little worried at the same time. Bakugou shakes his head smiling.

He completely loves when you show that side of yours; it is actually the very big thing he loves about you the most and one of the reasons he fell for you in the first place.

“But… I-I don't get it. What happened to our little princess?” Katsuki can't avoid laughing at Mina's words. They really don't know you the way Katsuki does.

“Was it something on the food?” Kaminari asks, kind of like hiding behind Todoroki, the latter watching the altercation with big surprised eyes.

“He wished that was the reason,” says Sero when he comes back from where you are standing, still yelling at the man. “He was selling information about us, and our whereabouts. Apparently, the idiot also took some pictures and was selling them too.”

Katsuki crosses his arms over his chest and grins. So that is why you are that pissed... You are defending him and his friends.

Fucking cute, is what you are.

All of them look at Bakugou dumbfounded. And him? Well, Katsuki looks fucking proud of you.

“Go home, guys. This may take a while,” he says, not taking his eyes out of your still yelling little form.

“Are you sure? Don’t you want us to stay and help you ease things down? She looks pretty… upset,” Deku says sincerely, even though he looks kind of afraid of you. HA. Not even fucking Pro Hero Number 1, Deku, is immune to your terrifying side.

Everyone is a little afraid, and Katsuki smiles proudly at that.

“Nah, I can handle it. I'll see you guys tomorrow.”

Everyone says their goodbyes leaving him standing there in silence, watching you proudly and with amusement.

It took almost half an hour later until you released all your anger in the form of words to the man. With one last not so pretty word to him, you turn around and walk to your waiting boyfriend.

Katsuki's smile is so freaking big, you think it may break the skin of his cheeks. “Finished already? I thought it would take longer than that…”

“Did you know what he was do-ing…” You start a bit heated, but his arms surrounding you by the waist and pulling you to his chest calms you down immediately.

Even though you don't quite finish the sentence, Katsuki already knows what you are talking about, “Yeah, Sero told us what happened.”

He rocks your bodies slightly from side to side, hands caressing your back in a comfort, soothing touch. You don't understand what or why he is doing it, but you aren't complaining either. You love being in his arms.

And Katsuki loves the way he can calm you down just with one touch from him –just as fast as he does when you hold him.

He hugs you tightly and then kisses your forehead, hanging his lips there for a moment.

You snort, a delicate amused breath that collides with his neck and makes his body tingle.

“What is this? A kiss to calm the beast?”

He chuckles, “It's a kiss that shows how much I love you.”

And that shows how proud he is that you are as scary as him. Or even more than him.

a.n; lol this is actually something that happened to me once.. i'm suuuuuuuuch a short tempered minion sometimes it even pisses me off LMAO and then i have the audacity to question why i have favs like bakugou and sanemi oops>.<

[fishyfishyfishtimes]

I suppose it has something to do with humans assigning our own silly human ideals and morals onto animals! If it has no use, it doesn’t matter, I guess. Even if the ocean sunfish is an important animal that controls populations of other prey animals like squid and jellyfish and is a host to dozens of species of parasites that depend on it for survival and also bring nutrients from the lower levels of the ocean to the higher levels for producers to use… so how could it ever be useless and undeserving of living….. ((((:

In any case, these animals are still alive and thriving, millions of years of evolution has lead them to that point, clearly they’re doing things correct? Why is it now suddenly that they shouldn’t exist?

how many times do we have to say that nobody gets to "decide" what species of animal "deserves" to exist because it's frankly very pretentious to act like you're the arbiter of what evolution has created

[bwobgames]

“OLIVER GET BACK HERE”

Dad suddenly grabbed him once more, which means he’s safe again!

“Take better care of your kid”

“Who do you think you are to tell me that. Aren’t you ashamed of yourself? Dressed like that? You think your mother is going to be proud?”

Unbeknown to him, his father just put them in great danger.

Even unbeknown-er to him, his father has been in great danger for a long time.

“Excuse me!”

The lady from the store gets between her dad and the strange man.

“Please ignore him, he’s from the farms, he doesn’t know any better. You are Miss Sandra’s son, yeah? She should be working right now but I can tell you where she is!”

His dad doesn’t stop staring. He can feel the disgust coming from him.

Eventually the man leaves, and they return to the store for the forgotten bread.

“Please, be more careful about what you say. I know it’s supposed to be over, but you never know how people like this will act, you know this! Less so if they find out the things you’ve done..!”

“You don’t want to leave Oliver without a father, right?”

“…Thanks for the bread. Goodbye”

“Bernardo!”

They leave without another word

Good thing Oliver is there, he knows so many words

“Who was that, Daddy?”

“A dog.”

“Huh?”

“A lost dog without its owner. Raised to hurt. Don’t trust them, Oliver”

“But, but, can’t it be nice again? Copito used to bite a bit too hard when playing but then he didn’t!”

“That won’t happen. Dogs are loyal to their owners. They would never bite the hand that fed them”

“I don’t get it”

“You don’t have to. Hopefully you’ll never have to.”

“I do want you to understand this, though”

“If you’re ever in trouble with another dog, call me. I’ll come get you”

“Seeing as you can’t help yourself but get into trouble, I’ll have to get you quite often”

“But I’ll do it. Don’t ever doubt it.”

“Oliver”

“Oliver? You back?”

“Huh? Wha- Ángel?”

“Welcome back! We finished eating a good while ago, but you seemed so comfy zoning out that I didn’t want to interrupt you”

“Wha- everyone’s gone?!”

“We should be getting ready for bed, actually. You missed me telling the new guys the cat car joke”

“Oh, so nothing important”

“You evil little fiend. Once I get new material, you’re toast! You’ll laugh with so much joy and whimsy it will conjure a rainbow!”

“I expect nothing less”

It’s 10:15. He still has a bit of time. Maybe have a little chat with one of his friends, before waking up to the chaos of vacations in a new city. He can see some people in the corridors.

When he grew older, he found out about his dad’s illegal activities.

He found out the grave danger he was putting himself in.

But he never held that against him.

His father taught him that sometimes, the law isn’t fair. That sometimes, the police aren’t right. That sometimes, it’s all about the whims of whoever is on charge.

And that sometimes, you have to fight for what’s right.

His dad is old now. He’s no longer the resistance bullet smuggler he once was. And he’s glad for that. He’d rather his dad be safe, he would never do anything that could put him in danger.

Although, there’s been some times. Some three particular times. That he wished he was there.

That he’d carry him away in that uncomfortable way he used to do.

That he’d used his trusty stick to defend him.

That he’d drive the scary dogs away.

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[imsobadatnicknames2]

To my great surprise, one of my friends expressed interest in DnD, bringing the total people interested including myself to a whopping THREE! Now, I've only played DnD a few times at a game shop and literally no other TTRPGs, but I'd be open in checking out other stuff (and can hopefully persuade my friends)! Would you happen to have any recs for maybe a bit more of an intro/beginners game that one could run with three players total? (If you happen to know any that maximizes a player feeling badass, that'd be neat & appreciated, as I think that's the main draw for them lol). Anyways, thanks for your time :3

Hiiii thanks for your question! So have in mind that I haven't played any of these firsthand because I'm mostly into games that mechanically emphasize disempowerment (the games i run tend to go less for the Found Family of Heroic Misfits Go on an Epic Quest approach and more for the Gang of Amoral Treasure Hunters Get Themselves Killed While Looking For Treasure in a Dark Scary Hole one), so I'm going off mainly from the play experience implied by reading the rules themselves and by what I've heard other people say about them.

First of all Is Quest RPG

I've seen it recommended a couple times by @thydungeongal and after reading a bit of it I have to agree with her assessment that this is the game that most D&D players seem to ACTUALLY want to play when they start invoking Rule 0 and the Rule of Cool and playing fast and loose with mechanics. It's a game where the explicit design intention seems to be natively supporting the style of gameplay that most popular D&D Actual Play shows feature, without any of the negatives of trying to fit 5e's square peg into that particular round hole. It's also available for free, which is pretty nice.

I would also recommend Brighthammer: Rules Light High Fantasy (which is a hack of Sledgehammer: Rules Light Dark Fantasy)

It's a simple system with a d100 resolution mechanic which fits into two eight-page mini-zines, one for the players and one for the GM.

It leans into the heroic fantasy angle specifically by letting players continually accumulate advantage to rolls during combat encounters by performing heroic actions, such as defending an ally or an innocent bystander. This one is also free and it's a pretty quick read so you don't lose anything by checking it out.

Next up is The Basic Hack

This one is a slightly streamlined version of The Black Hack, which itself is a massively streamlined version of early editions of D&D. Just like The Black Hack, it uses D&D's classic six-attribute array and a lot of other mechanical elements that make it pretty easily compatible with a lot of D&D materials while still being a very distinct system of its own, but where it differs from TBH is that it simplifies a lot of its mechanics and overall has a less gritty and more heroic tone.

Lastly there is Break!!, which is the only game in this list that is going to cost you any non-zero amount of money

Break!! has some old-school sensibilities here and there (seems to take some inspiration specifically from games like Cairn and ITO) but aesthetically and tonally it takes most of its cues from fantasy anime and JRPGs. It has a pretty cool-looking setting, and some interesting twists on classic fantasy TTRPG races and classes. You get everything from "basically a D&D fighter with a different name" to "paladin meets magical girl" to "literally an isekai protagonist". Anyway one way in which it leans into making the players feel pwoerful and badass is that its initiative system rewards being proactive in fights: whatever side starts the fight gets to act first, with no checks or rolls required. Also, it handles health depletion on a per-encounter basis. Health regenerates fully imbetween fights, essentially ensures that players always start fights at full strength and gets rid of long-term resource depletion. Which, you know, i like long-term resource depletion for my games, but if what you want to do is feel like badass heroes this is definitely the way to go, and it still has some interesting long-term consequences for running out of health in a fight.

[fandom-lover2]

Hope To Stay A While, Just Till The Rain Stops

Chapter Six - Dad, We Gotta Work on Your Parenting Skills

-image not mine-

Chapter Five - Is It Too Late to Go to Mom's for the Week

“So uhh… who cleans the bat shit?”

“Y/n!” Bruce snapped.

“What?” I defended, continuing to look up at the small, flying mammals as they moved far above on the ceiling of the cave. “They gotta shit.”

“We hose it down once a week.” Dick answered from where he was busy wrapping his knuckles.

“Thank you.” I lowered my gaze to the rest of the Cave.

It was literally a whole cave, right below my house.

A cave, filled with bat themed technology and bat puns.

There was a matted training section, and a wall of mannequins wearing their suits, which then rounded to the bathrooms with showers and lockers.

On the other side, the trophy section was mementos from Batman’s victories. Or maybe they were too dangerous to he anywhere but here. What the animatronic T-rex could do, I wasn’t sure, but I wanted to climb it.

A huge computer was to the focus point of the huge space, the ‘Bat-computer’ (I’m not kidding) and the garage with the ‘Bat-mobile’ (I needed to figure out who thought of these and throw a dictionary at them).

“Movie nights on this thing would be awesome.” I murmured, looking at the massive screen almost the size of a movie theatre screen. “Got surround sound speakers?”

“You know we have a home theatre, right?” Tim spoke up from where he was sitting cross-legged on a wheelie chair, typing away at one of the keypads on the panel beneath the screen.

I turned to him. “What now?”

Jason laughed, hands deep inside his bike’s engine. “How have you not found it yet?”

I glared at the back of his head. “I only just found the cave and honestly was still in shock about the library, ok? Gimme a break.”

I was in love with our library. Classic Beauty and The Beast set up. Two stories, with rolling ladders and comfy chairs and books of every kind of topic from classic literature to modern infrastructure. Bruce had told me to make a list of authors and genres that interested me and he’d move things around so I had a section just for me.

Damian was finally ready and began sparring with Dick on the mats, the two moving in blurs as they used wooden sticks to mock fight, their grunts and witty banter echoing in the cavern.

Bruce was at another wheelie chair before the computer, watching me as I wondered around the and inspected everything.

Honestly, it was fucking cool. Not just the ‘Batman’ thing, this whole set up he had, how he’d managed to keep it a secret from the entire world for so long. My dad was a damn superhero, the one people turned to to save the world multiple times, and all he had was money and an iron will.

I headed back to him, sitting at the chair he had placed next to him and watched my brothers fight. “So when do I-”

“No.”

“Oh, come on.” I whined, swiveling to face him. “Please.”

“I will train you for self defense only, but to go out there at fight.”

“They all do!” I gestured to his other children.

My father turned to the computer and began to type on the keyboard. “They had different circumstances.”

“That makes zero sense. Background doesn’t define who becomes a hero and why.”

My father glanced to me, well he glared at me, not awarding me an answer as he turned back to the screen.

“Please.”

Nothing.

“Fine, I’ll just sneak out.”

“Your brother was raised and trained by the League of Assassins since birth, and he could never sneak out. You are welcome to try.”

I had no idea what the fuck the ‘League of Assassins’ were, but the name alone sounded badass and scary. I turned to my younger brother, watching as he charged Dick with a shout and attacked him again, hitting Dick’s back with the stick. “That actually explains so much about him.”

I planted my feet on the floor, swayed once, and spun myself, looking up as the ceiling of the cave spun far above me.

Bruce reached over, stopping my spinning so I was facing the screen. “Who’s he?”

It took a second for my eyes to orient themselves, my head still light from dizziness. When they settled, I was looking at a large picture of Matthew Collins. He was in my homeroom and biology class.

“Matt.” I answered.

The picture was of him and his parents, them all smiling at a posed photo shoot before a banner reading ‘Collins Corp. Charity Christmas Cookie Bake-Off’, snow falling to complete the cozy December vibe.

Bruce hummed, and the picture disappeared while he turned his attention to some document on a smaller screen to the right of him, out of my view.

“Why?” Was it for a case? “Ohh, do you need me to befriend him and get intel on his family?”

“No!” Bruce snapped, spinning to face me again. “I want you to stay far, far away from him. Never be alone with him, am I understood?”

The sudden change, the intensity in his eyes, the tension in his shoulders, it startled me. How had he gone from nonchalant to worried so quickly? What the hell was Matt involved in?

He was such a nice guy. Two weeks ago he gave me a spare pen when mine had run out of ink, and yesterday he’d helped a girl who’s stack of books had fallen while in the halls.

He was on the basketball team, had good friends and had shared a couple jokes with me during particularly mind-numbing biology labs.

“Y-yes, sir.” The sir had been a genuine slip up. Being raised without a dad, the only time I ever got my ass reprimanded by a male was teachers, so the ‘sir’ for them was instinctual.

But Bruce didn’t show if the name had impacted him negatively or positively, because he turned back to his work wordlessly.

What the fuck?

I looked over to Tim, and he quickly ducked his head when he saw me turning to him, pretending to be busy with his own stuff.

Damian and Dick had stopped sparring, both watching us curiously.

Jason had left his bike and taken a couple steps towards us, glaring at the back of Bruce’s head but his eyes softened when they slipped to me and held a silent question. ‘You ok?’

His words from yesterday rang in my ears. He trusted Bruce, but he knew there was the possibility my father might take it too far, and he was evidently ready to step in when I needed him to.

It made my chest flutter a bit, grateful for the help but fearful of when it might come in need.

My whole life it was me looking out for me. And often times me looking out for Mom too. Now, I had 6-foot-3-wall-of-muscle-and-scars Jason Todd looking out for me. Sad it was against my own father, but much appreciated.

Bruce sighed, something tired and regretful. “I’m sorry.” he murmured, spinning to face me again. He reached out slowly, giving me plenty of time to move away if I didn’t want it, but I didn’t move and he rested his hand on my cheek.

His eyes were pinched in regret, his brows furrowed in shame. “I should not have done that.”

I wanted to say ‘It’s ok’, because that what you say when a parent snaps, or looses their cool, or does something mean and nasty. You say it’s ok so that they feel better, but inside you hold onto that feeling and it eats away at you that you just accept that treatment as the norm.

But something in his gaze, in his worried eyes scanning my face, it told me not to. If I brushed off what’d he’d done, he’d get suspicious. And if he got suspicious, he’d look into Mom. I needed to keep that part of my life from him.

“Why?” I said instead.

My father pulled his hand away from me, looking back to his screen. “Matthew Collins has been linked to many cases of sexual assault against girls and woman, but his father has enough money to manipulate all the detectives working the cases. I’m going to get him, but I need concrete evidence to hand over to the GCPD when I drag him in.”

I nodded along, seeing Jason turn back his bike from the corner of my eye and the boys resuming their sparring.

“Why did you ask me who he was if you knew him?”

Bruce rolled his shoulders. “I wanted to see what you’d answer. You said Matt, a nick name. You know him as more than just a name and face.”

“We’re not close. Just a few passing greetings and some jokes.”

Really? Matt? I know people like that could fool, used a ‘nice guy’ persona as a front, but he really seemed genuine in his character.

Bruce turned to me again. “Promise me you will stay away from him.”

His voice, it wasn’t an order, it was a plea.

“I promise.”

“There you all are.”

We all turned to see Alfred descending the stairs to the cave.

Being a Saturday, no one had school or work to hurry off to, so after a late breakfast, because we had been up until way past midnight talking and building pillow forts in the living room (Dick’s idea), Alfred had gone out to do some grocery shopping and personal errands.

He was back now, evidently.

“Y/n, I found some interesting tea blends for you to try.” he addressed me with a smile.

I returned it, but my mind was still on what my father had said. “Thank you.”

“Lunch?” Bruce asked, not looking to Alfred as he continued to read whatever it was on his screens.

When Alfred confirmed it was indeed lunch time, the four boys began to head towards him, knowing better than to try fight him. But my father remained sitting.

I looked from him to the leaving group then back to him.

“Kid!” Jason called, and I turned to look at him.

He jerked his chin, the universal sigh for ‘come on’, and so I slipped from the chair and met him at the bottom of the stairs, my brothers and grandfather already on their way up.

“He won’t leave for a while.”

“But-”

Jason leveled me a look. The ‘I know more than you’ look, so I shut my mouth. “He’s a grown man. He can take care of himself.”

I sighed, but conceded and let Jason lead me up the stairs. My father wasn’t dead yet, despite years on this job. He knew what he was doing.

Now I just needed to try push his words to the back of my mind and enjoy the rest of my weekend.

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I sped walked through the school halls, slipping between groups of teens and narrowly avoiding others in just as much a hurry as me.

I needed to get the hell out of here, quick. And call Bruce.

Finally, I made it to the school entrance and slipped down the main stairs, pulling my phone from my pocket.

“Y/n!”

My chest clenched, my blood freezing in my veins. The hairs at the back of my neck stood straight, a cold sweat settling on my back.

I turned slowly, hoping the crowds of escaping teens would hide me, but it didn’t. He’d spotted me, and his eyes were locked on me.

Matt came to a stop before me, a step too close into an acceptable distance that I so desperately wanted to create again, but I knew if I stepped back, he’d just follow.

“I’m glad I caught you. Did you see the cast listing?”

Yes, which is why I’m running out of here.

“I did yeah. Congratulations.”

Matt smiled. “And to you, co-star.”

I’d honestly forgotten we’d all been forced to do that stupid audition for Heathers, but now here we were, Veronica and J.D.

Don’t say it, don’t say it, don’t say it…

“So, since we’re both the main stars, and will have a lot of scenes together, I was thinking we should get together and rehearse. My home has a recording studio, from my mom’s days as a musician. I’m free this weekend if you are.”

“Never be alone with him, am I understood?” Bruce’s words rang in my head.

I opened my mouth, but the flash of something red caught my eye behind him.

A familiar bike and standing it beside it with his hands fisted at his sides, Jason.

His teal eyes slipped from absolutely glowering at Matt to studying mine. His jaw was clenched, shoulders tight.

One move from me, and he’d be storming over to lay Hell on Matt.

“I’ll have to check with my dad.” I answered, looking back to Matt.

I wanted to punch him. How could he keep that sweet, kind smile after all he’d done?

“No problem. It’s only Monday. Let me know.”

And then he was walking off, called by his group of friends.

I’m not ashamed to say I turned and fucking bolted to Jason, running right into his open arms.

Last week, Matt looking at me had felt like nothing. Now, it felt like his eyes had been knives, piercing my skin as they had dragged over my form briefly, and I felt both gross and vulnerable.

I wish Bruce hadn’t told me.

“You ok?” Jason whispered.

I shook my head, pulling back just a bit to look up into his eyes. “We got a problem.”

Jason released me, reaching into the bag on his bike and pulling out a pair of my tracksuit pants. “Do you want to go to one of my safe houses, or do you think you can make it to the manor?”

He had safe houses?

“I’m supposed to go to Mom’s this week.” But even as I spoke, I was pulling my pants on.

“Bruce’ll call her and make an excuse. Dinner together or some shit.” He waited till I had my pants on, then secured a second helmet to my head before putting his own on and getting onto his bike, guiding me to sit beside him.

“Well?” he spoke again, voice going through the comms both helmets had.

“I can make it home.” I reassured, moving forward to wrap my arms around his chest.

“Ok. I’ll call Bruce and Alfred to let them know what’s happening. And Y/n?”

“Yeah?”

Jason started up the bike and began out the parking spot. “I’ve got you. He’s not gonna hurt you.”

I pushed myself closer, holding on tighter to him. “I know.”

It was only halfway to the manor did I realize I never asked why the hell he was there to pick me up to begin with.

[parttimetomfooler]

Lets talk about narrative framing in Harry Potter and how it lends itself to what I live to call the Regulus vs James vs Snape debate, aka the "why does the fandom praise Regulus and James but hate Snape, it's because they're hot isn't it?" issue.

I'm trying to come at this with a neutral perspective (despite being what many would frame as a Regulus defender).

So narrative framing, what is it? It's exactly what is sounds like; how the narrative is telling you to view something. A great example of this is house elves. They are narratively framed as a net positive, however, when you take them out of the narrative and inspect them without all of the unnecessary context, they're pretty bad. The narrative also does this with characters (obviously), like Cho Chang being framed as annoying for crying over her boyfriend who was brutally murdered. When we look at this, we are looking at it through the lens of Harry, but when we look at without Harry's motives in mind, that shit is weird.

So, how does this apply here? Well, I think the reason that Snape is so hated is cut into two parts; the first being narrative framing and the second being screen time. He is in every book. And in every book, he's being an asshole. He's bullying someone who is half or even a third of his age, or he's being speciesist, or he's being a general nuisance. A lot of his coworkers don't even like him. Of course, our lens isn't unbiased as we see all this through Harry's view, but Harry, narratively, is one of the good guys, making him someone we as the reader are supposed to trust. Also, we do know that whether or not they were influenced by Harry's POV, he did some foul shit: we know that he used to be (and maybe still is, for most of the series) a DE, we know that he tells his students Lupin is a werewolf, and we also know he hates James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin (obviously), Harry Potter himself, and, I may be assuming here but, Peter Pettigrew. All but one of these characters are framed positively in the narrative, meaning Snape isn't just narratively hated; he is up against some of the most beloved characters. There is not a lot going for him until the plot twist, which doesn't help necessarily. To a lot of fans it just made him seem obsessive and bitter, and didn't justify his actions, likely because of all the narrative framing against him. Honestly, at that point it stops being narrative framing and starts being the narrative.

Compare this to James and Regulus who we see very little of. The little we see of James is usually through Snapes memory, which I guess can kind of be considered an unbiased source, but with all the narrative against him it's hard to expect readers to trust that someone the bad guy thinks is bad is really that bad. Not to mention like right after Harry asks for affirmation that his dad wasn't terrible, and Sirius basically just goes "he changed, trust me bro!" (Harry does indeed trust him, bro). And we don't even see Regulus, we only see him through others, namely Sirius and Kreacher, who both answer questions about him scarcely. When we do hear about him it is either, "he was so soft, too soft to disobey our parents" implying something in him was good, he just wasn't strong enough to resist the bad, or through his defiance of Voldemort which, despite setting Harry back is positive for his character and how he's seen. It's important to note most people are way too scary to defy Voldemort, so this is seen as a radical act, which I think is also what JK. Molding was hoping for when writing the Snape redemption scene (because that was not an arc).

However, Snape's falls flat because we actually have to see the negative that he did, we see how it effects Neville, and Hermione, and Remus and even Harry. We don't see the bad of Regulus, we only see him through the tender wounds of his living relative and only friend, which are undoubtedly biased lenses. I think the lack of accountability shown for Regulus is because of object permanence. We only see the negative effect of his loss, not of his bad decisions. We see Sirius scrubbing a house clean of everyone but him. We see grief. And people don't grieve for bad people, right?

TLDR: Fandom favors Reg over Snape because we see how Snape's actions effect people, and the fandom favors James over Snape because the only evidence we have of him being a bad guy is coming from someone untrustowrothy.

[sexydoffyman]

Hello 👋, could I request some cod characters (perhaps Ghost, Price or Graves) defending a male military reader from a bunch of guys that are being homophobic to him?

DEFENDING YOU FROM HOMOPHOBES

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genre: fluff

characters: Simon Riley, John Price, Phillip Graves

A/N: Sick of writing for kinktober. Mby that's why I can't write fucking properly. So let's look at some fluff.

SIMON GHOST RILEY

Ghost is a fairly scary man. He's known for being cold and serious. No one expected you to hang around him. He had six inches on you (15cm). Some people joked about you being the love birds in your TF. They could never guess how correct they were.

You weren't dating or anything, but you both held some kind of mutual respect, trust and maybe even attraction. You both had some qualities of a couple. He was a little possessive of you. You were a little clingy with him.

Although you had some kind of a relationship, that didn't really matter. The thing that mattered was you having each other's backs.

He was like a predator, making sure no one hurts his weaker companion. But when he wasn't around, you were left vulnerable. Not physically, no. You held great strength. What was left to hurt if people cant hurt your body? Your mind.

They mocked you ever since you met at boot camp. Any time they saw your face, they felt the need to embarrass you. You could handle it. You were a soldier, after all. But that didn't stop you from feeling hurt.

This time, you just sat there and took it. They yelled. They impersonated. Of course, that commotion would attract some people's attention.

The one that had showed up was Ghost. You couldn't even register him when you saw a 6'4 dude punch one of them. The others tried running, but none of them could get far enough to escape him. Their jaws broken. Ribs shattered.

You could hear him laughing under his mask. He then glanced at you "Coffee?" He asked.

CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE

All I can say is father energy.

He has been your captain for a few years now. You have gone through shit with him, and you both trusted each other. You viewed him as a kind of father that you never had. And he viewed you as his new child.

He is not possessive, but he is protective. He wouldn't let anyone fuck with you. His rank helped him with scaring people off. He never really had a problem with disobeying soldiers to begin with, so he never actually used his rank, but now. He has to stick up for you.

You really do resemble a kid he would have had. You have similar hair colour and eye colour. Your postures don't have a difference, and you find yourselves finishing up each other's sentences.

These assholes who have been making fun of you were your superiors. What that meant was that you could do nothing to stop them. They could say anything they wanted, and they'd get away with it.

"Thirty laps now!" Your eyes averted to the sudden voice coming from the hall. He heard them. They slowly realised they fucked up. It was raining cats and dogs outside. Everything was muddy and slippery. Running thirty laps would be torture.

"Do I have to repeat myself?" Price grunted with a more aggressive tone. They stormed off to the exit to run their laps. He yelled at them before they got out. "Being on good terms with your fellow soldiers is a must. I will have your ranks stripped away from you until you learn that!"

As soon as they left, Price let out a small chuckle. He was proud of himself. Cheeky bastard.

PHILLIP GRAVES

I love this son of a bitch.

Now, this man is always with you. It's not an obsession. It's just the fact that everyone else wants to be either alone or already has someone to be with. He just doesn't want to be alone.

You felt like you were the chosen one. He was still your superior, after all. After some time together, you got used to it. He always apologised for being such a bother. You got free snacks, which you didn't mind at all.

You were fucking around the base, chilling. You would've never thought you'd be sharing stories with him, but there you were. You didn't know what kind of relationship it was. Were you friends, or were you together just because of the situation? You never figure it out.

The dudes who embarrassed you were your rank. But they fuck with both of you since they didn't know Graves's position. A big mistake. He never really said anything to them. One day, they were just gone.

When you looked deeper into it, you found out that two were dead, and three lost their jobs.

Graves is such a gentleman.

[amxrany]

!! CHAPTER 7 / DIASOMNIA ARC SPOILERS !!

I finally have time off and I'm really excited to this segment (Trey's Dream):

Now we're back at Heartslabyul and Ace is having fun with the dream hopping so far! Ortho notices that the Heartslabyul members haven't been feeling sick, but Cater explains that their dorm's nonsensical interior design choices certainly helped in getting to used to stuff such as dreamhopping.

Ace wonders as to how many dreams we've been to, and Silver replies that we have been to around 20+ dreams by now, which causes him to go to salty as to why Yuu didn't go to his dream first. But we had to explain to him that at first Silver had no control as to whose dream they were going to land in but managed to gain control after acquiring the help of the Shroud bros. The Shroud Bros also mention a systems of IDs assigned to people's dream, probably a way to gather everyone once it's time to fight Malleus. Idia was scared that the system might still be buggy, even bringing up that it's possible to get lost in the Dream Realm.

Anyways, Grim boasts to Ace that they've overcomed so much, but Sebek puts him down by saying that they got where they are with the the help of other people. But Silver actually defends Grim here, bringing up the time before they went dream hopping. Grim was standing in fron of Yuu and fighting the darkness on his own. We have the option to thank Grim, and he it's his job as the boss of Ramshackle but you can tell that he got flustered.

Leona just wants to get things over with and tells the others to hurry up. We get a clue that it's Trey's dream because Ace notes the smell of sweets in the air. While the group makes their way to the kitchen, Ace and Deuce could easily distinguish what Trey was making based on scent alone (now that's a talent I want /j).

But before we step foot into the kitchen, Cater stops us; pointing out that if we just walk in, then the darkness would immediately detect us anomalies. He proposes a plan where he uses his UM to trade places with his dream self to avoid suspiscion, he also gets the help of Leona and Idia. But Leona protests that it should be the first years doing it, because what if his dream self wanted to have tea 😭😭😭 and Idia's just whining about not wanting to they enter the kitchen and it's definitely something (in a good way) and Cater notices that it seems bigger than usual.

Alright so we get more Cater lore here, we learn that his family prefers to buy sweets because they found it difficult to make them. He brings that up to Trey but he just simply replies that they're not that hard to make and back then Cater just thought was just enduring it but looking at it now...you can say he must be having a lot of fun.

We finally get the man of the hour with CHENYA??? AS THE HOUSEWARDEN 😭???

Deuce is so real because he doesn't remember Chenya's name, even with Ortho pulling out his government name from the RSA records he still couldn't pronounce it 😔. Ace makes fun of him for it, but Sebek unintentionally defends Deuce, saying that his name is just like a tongue twister.

Leona and Idia are just throwing shade towards Cater and Trey for replacing their Housewarden in their dreams, Leona feeling sorry for Riddle while Idia comments that smiling guys who hide their intentions are scary. Ortho puts a stop to it, explaning that the dreams aren't the real representation of one's desires (using Kalim and Vil as examples). Malleus didn't make these dreams himself, he only makes the dreamer think of happy situations and resets it when something bad happens, and it goes on in a never ending cycle. The dreams the dreamer has are similar to those that they would actually have irl, having no control of the situation whatsoever.

Meanwhile, the others are just outside peeking into the kitchen with Grim climbing on Ace's back to get a better view (with Ace complaining that he's heavy😂). Sebek tells them to stfu cuz he can't hear but Ortho tells HIM to stfu cuz he's loud 😭.

Trey immediately notices that Cater isn't the actual one (if you get it, you get it), he freaks out as to how Trey caught him so fast and he replies that he's known him for 3 years so he would have known by now. We learn more about what happened to Riddle in this dream, who's currently just a card soldier. Just like in real life, Riddle tried to battle Chenya for the position of Housewarden but was defeated because of Chenya's UM. His UM is called "Not All Head", making his body (except his head) invisible.

So we get more Alice in Wonderland references coming up. Because Chenya's UM also affects his neck, Riddle's collar literally just flies past. Riddle who's just confused, doesn't realize that Chenya unbuckles his belt and flips him over causing him to flash everyone; it's similar to the scene with the Chesire Cat and Queen of Hearts. Trey tells him to knock it off because Riddle would get mad if he goes telling everyone but Chenya isn't scared of him lmao. We also find out that Riddle went easy on Chenya, because if that was anyone else he would have burned them alive already 💀.

Trey leaves for a moment to take the cake out of the oven, which leaves some time for the third years to discuss and they noticed that there isn't much of a difference compared to real life. But because of the few discrepancies, it would be a lot harder to wake Trey up.

Trey comes back and asks them if they're hungry and offers them some food, while also making sure that isn't too sweet so that Cater could eat it. At first, Cater was worried about the rule where the Housewarden has to be the first to take a bite, but Trey tells them not to worry cuz glass desserts are an exception (Chenya's really chill for a dorm leader). While giving them snacks, Leona asks Trey to join them (he really is having a tea party at Heartslabyul 😭), and he guesses that he wants them to taste test the dishes. Leona mentions that his palata is quite refined so he'll be tasting the food from the chef of Heartslabyul, which makes Trey nervous. Let's just say while they were taste testing Trey kept offering more and more food 😅.

Meanwhile, the others are getting jealous because they get to eat while they just watch, but they also came to the conclusion that Trye's dream doesn't seem too different from reality. Suddenly, Ortho tells the group to keep quiet because he and Silver hear something "enormous" approaching. That's when Ace and Deuce tell the others to follow them as they both lead the group into a hidden compartment behind the clock which changes locations depending on its mood.

Back to the third years, Trey's just bouncing back and forth between giving them more food and baking. Cater starts to feel bad about taking away Trey's happiness away, realizing that Silver and the others were in a really tough spot for doing so. He wonders what would have happened if Trey never had that encounter with Riddle's mother, if he could've been a pastry chef by now.

Once Trey comes back, he and Idia start talking about their interests that was influenced by their parents while growing up. Where Idia brings up that he's been into magical engineering since he was a kid. Trey just starts talking about how much he love science and baking is similar to that because of the need to be precise and the satisfaction one gets when an experiment/dish turns out well, and he also sees it as a way to make other people happy (aw that's nice). Leona's out here being like "nah happiness is simply a byproduct" but Trey disagrees. He likes it when people compliments his food as it gives him confidence.

Holy fuck Trey's dream has so much exposition that I can't just cut it out or else it won't make sense 😭. But what I won't cut out is the part where Trey talks about the event with Riddle back in his childhood. It all began when Trey and Chenya decided to sneak into the nicest in the neighborhood, which just so happened to be the Rosehearts. They meet Riddle who helps them when their ball gets stuck in a tree and was really smart for his age as he could name every insect and plant. They sneak him out of the house so that Riddle can taste a tart, but once his mom found out...oh boy. Apparently she bitched on his family for FIVE HOURS that's fucking crazy like she really went insane over Riddle's diet. Cater said that they also had this conversation at some point after Riddle's overblot, but Trey just brushed it off as he really didn't mind it anymore (but really that shit changed the trajectory of his life forever).

Now we have more dorm lore regarding the Vice Housewarden, in terms of how they are chosen. There are three ways for someone to be the Vice Housewarden which are through: being chosen by the Housewarden, volunteering, or vote from the other members. How Trey became the Vice Housewarden was because of the third method, where everyone voted for him because they found out about his history with Riddle (even though the latter treated him like a stranger once he got to NRC and took the Housewarden position later on). He even broke the rules at one point and got collared for it, which yeahhhh wasn't really pretty.

Cater reminisces about the past, knowing that Trey serving as Riddle's support must have been hard; he even thinks that Trey secretly wishes that Chenya was there to help him (this is making me sad) and he wishes he has done more to help him. But Leona asks Cater the real question, if he were to help Trey, would that still change the outcome?

Leona who's just tired of all this talk (same here bro) gets the group back to their main goal, starting with Chenya. But then they start hearing the footsteps again, in which Ctaer assumes that it's a hedgehog that ate a size changing mushroom but it was much worse (and funnier). We get to my favorite part of the update: really round Heartslabyul

Everyone's freaking out (obviously) which makes Trey check out all the commotion, but his he suddenly sports a happy mood when sees everyone and assumes they came for tea time. But he soon notices that there's two copies of Ace and Deuce (who start complaining that they aren't built like that irl) which causes the dream to start to distort.

Idia sees Round!Riddle and just goes "Is this what Trey meant when he said that Riddle was eating well 😭" and the round guy just taunts Idia cuz he's the tall one now (but at what cost).

They all come to the conclusion that sure Trey's dream seems normal, except all rationality/reasoning doesn't seem to exist anymore 😅. Even Silver comments that Riddle's bigger than a horse 💀 and Sebek just makes it worse by wondering how would Vorpal survive with Round!Riddle as its rider.

The Heartslabyul Gang tells Trey that he wouldn't let something like this happen in real life, because of spoiling ones appetite and possibly getting gum disease from overeating. This starts triggering the darkness to attack the others and bruh they turn into bowling balls, managing to knock down Silver 😭.

Meanwhile, Trey is starting to wake up, the darkness asks him about the food in the kitchen, with Chenya getting the first piece because he's the Housewarden. This causes Trey to realize that Riddle's the real Housewarden, not Chenya. The darkness starts eating again, which Trey puts a stop to. When asked why, Trey responded that yeah eating his food does making happy, but going overboard isn't something they'd actually do.

Trey starts to wake up by himself! I think that it is around here that his groovy in his SSR takes place.

But all of a sudden, the area is filled with sand. Leona used his UM to get rid of the darkness even though the area is quite small, which caused everyone to cough up sand. Now that Trey's awake, he gets a bit embarassed that the others saw his pathetic side, Cater's like "more of weird side but alright" 😭. But he promises to be careful when getting hands on a new cookbook, Grim adds that he can bring the extras to Ramshackle.

Trey asks why they got to him before Riddle, and they explain to him the rules of the dream world, where darkness always follows the dreamer. So they needed an ally that can get close to Riddle without setting the darkness off, and that is none other than Trey. Ace speculates that Riddle's dream would involve everyone remembering all the Queen of Hearts rules and they all just laugh 🤣.

Ortho asks for Trey's help and he agrees, everyone thanks him but Ace is being salty because Sebek thanked Trey and not him. Sebek not having his shit either was like "who tf wants to be saved by you?" 💀 (nahhh). Trey and Silver had to apologize on their behalf and Idia comments that it's like watching parents apologizing for their kid's actions.

Trey gets the invitation, and a new ally is added to the group. Once Ortho creates the model for the dream, Trey comments that his outfit seems flashy. But Cater thinks that red and black look cool on him. In typical Cater fashion, he takes a pic to save for later.

Before the group gets going, Trey brings a strawberry tart for Riddle. Sebek asks Silver if it's fine even though it will most likely look a bit funky cuz of the dream hopping, but the latter responds that it's okay because it will still taste the same; it's mostly the thought that counts.

Now that ends Trey's Dream, I know I promised this segment last week but it was my major exam week so I focused on my studies. I won't be making any promises but I'll find a way to release Riddle's segment as soon as possible!

Thank you for being patient!

Previous: Ace's Dream Next: Riddle's Dream

(Note: This post is a summarized version of the update, info and pics comes from @/MostroLoungeVIP, @/WitchDrug, and @/acesuuu on x/twt, give them some support if you can)

[the-wandering-mage]

Gotham Bats ruin and save Spiderman's Operation Nest

This is like a story concept written out for a Spider-Man Batfam crossover fic I don't have the time to write fully. This is more developed than a prompt but, still is thought I'd share and maybe you guys will enjoy it and/or somebody will pick it up and develop it into a fully fledged fic. So here it goes-

A more spidery Spider-Man is dropped into a DC universe right into Gotham. It's the beginning of fall in Gotham which is a problem for a Spider seeing as he is stranded in another universe with nothing but his Spidey suit and his AI companion. He has no access to the synthesized hormone cocktail he's been taking in the winter to keep him from going into hibernation. Now Peter could get together the stuff to synthesize the medication but, he need a stable place to set up a running lab to make it as he'd need it fresh and take it on the regular. That is a lot of work and resources he'd have to come up with and maintain. Also he is a depressed boi and a long nap actually sound really good. So instead of trying to set up a lab he starts Operation Nest. He is going to find a small enclosed space and prepare it for his long winters nest.

Peter also decides pretty quickly with all the crazy dangers of Gotham and all the warnings of what Karen was able to find after connecting to this world's version of the Internet to keep the suit on and just be Spider-Man full time. The suit would keep him safe from chemical attacks and the overall pollution of Gotham as well as keep him anonymous in the very likey event he has to use his powers to defend himself. Which will let him keep a nice civilian identity that Karen crafted come spring if he chooses to.

Peter's first two objectives in Operation Nest are to get money and find a location. The first Karen helps him with easily setting up a company, then filing and selling some benign patents, since this world is really behind in tech. She also helps him get more immediate cash without crossing into stealing just by doing online commissions for simple tech support type things while the patent money is still pending. Peter gets a laptop that he uses to help with some of the tech work even though Karen can literally do five jobs at once under several fake IDs she made herself.

Most of the day for Peter however is spent looking for real estate. Which is harder in Gotham than one might think considering the rival gangs, rival super villains constantly blowing up things, and all the homeless fighting over whatever is left of the abandoned buildings. The only good thing about all this is a giant spider nest will go relatively unnoticed amongst all the other craziness. Peter's adventures running all over Gotham trying to find a place to hunker down for a couple of months cause him to run into all sorts of characters.

Peter is in a weirdly apathetic state towards himself with all his trauma so he saves people obviously, and is still empathic, maybe more so with trying to get the villians to be better people and just talking with them like real people but, he is really basley about his own safety. He has already lost everyone he cares about and he's faced down Thanos, so none of the villians at this point faze him. He doesn't see them as a threat to himself. He ends up making a bunch of friends with villains by continuing what May believed in, what Ben believed in, and helps the villains out so they can hopefully make a change.

The bats hear about him and decide to investigate but all of them get terrible first impressions and they assume he's a villain or going to be one if they don't find him. Peter is OP and scary. He's not given up his friendly neighborhood spider-man but he has stopped trying as hard to look human type of friendly. He just has slow given into being a spider and is creepy. He also leaves spider webs everywhere, since his natural ones don't dissolve like the artificial ones that he uses sparingly. This also freaks them out and there is debate on whether what they are hunting is a meta human or an intelligent spider creature. Also at least one bat at the beginning runs into one of the webs and at least one gets temporarily stuck to a criminal they are trying to free from a cocoon

By the time the bats find Spider-Man they are all convinced that he's a villain plotting something big but really they've just been stalking Peter as he completes his to do list for Operation Nest. All the dangerous equipment and suspicious purchases from villains were really to get his nest set up. Peter knew his friends had some of the stuff he needed like a cytogenetic freezer to keep some of his food from spoiling over the course of a few months since he doesn't want anyone making deliveries to his house while he's hibernating. His friends were happy to help although he still paid them despite their insistence not to.

Karen thinks it's hilarious. Although they acknowledge itd be better to just explain the situation to the bats before Peter is in active hibernation and let them find them. They totally ruin their bust by opening the doors of a small dilapidated old tailors shop in the fashion district, where Peter had set up his nest in the basement. Peter isn't happy with them feeling very territorial. He wants them not to touch anything as he shows them into his nest. He warns them and they are a bit freaked out when he hisses at them when they inevitably ignore he's instructions out of curiosity but then settle a bit when they notice how tired he is. Cass probably gets them to back off. He explains things enough so they leave him to his hibernation with the promise of hanging out in the spring.

Or alternatively. Karen is too busy setting things up she doesn't notice with her smaller processing power disconnected from Stark Tech as she is to notice the Bats noticing them. Then she is being wired into the Nest when they start getting close so, she doesn't know they are closing in. Then she is doing system checks to make sure she is able to monitor Peter when he's hibernating and can use the machines and mechanical arms to help Peter for the parts of his hibernation he will be awake or partially awake to handle his bodily needs before cocooning back into his Nest made of his natural webs and blankets.

Karen doesn't know they are there until they break her perimeter alarms and she is forced to use her defensive measures since Peter has just gone into hibernation like a day ago. The bats having more resources than Karen at their disposal and coming at her from all angles breach her defenses and get into The Nest. Karen does her best to rouse Peter with alarms blaring but she is only able to get him into a semi state of consciousness. Not enough to move him without drugging him which would be dangerous for his health and with so many coming for her charge she does her best to throw her mechanically arms in front of him to guard him where he is.

The bats once they see a sleepy confused Peter with a strange woman's voice begging them to leave him alone they feel bad realizing they judged him wrong. Especially after seeing him adorably yawn with his fangs popping out.

[bethanydelleman]

Writing Villains (Advice from Jane Austen)

One of the reasons that I find Jane Austen's novels so wonderful is that they have amazingly realistic villains, some that are fully fleshed out characters. Austen's biggest strength is that she gives her villains clear, logical motives. In fact, for many of her villainous characters you can turn the entire story around and see a rational story from the other side.

For example, Lucy Steele. She doesn't attack Elinor out of mindless evil, but because Edward Ferrars is her golden ticket to wealth and she knows that Edward loves Elinor. Lucy might twist the knife a little on Elinor out of sadism, but generally she attacks Elinor in an attempt to secure Edward. When it comes to other characters, Lucy is overly sweet if she wants something from them, otherwise she acts normally. As an example, she leaves Marianne alone because Marianne is not competing for Edward and also can't do anything for Lucy. Anne, Lucy's sister, likes her. Lucy has friends and family she stays with, she's a fairly well-rounded person.

You can put yourself in Lucy's shoes, you can turn the entire narrative on it's head and play it out from her perspective and it would make complete sense. You could even make Lucy sympathetic! She probably sees herself as a hardworking underdog, trying to wrest her one chance at prosperity away from the conniving Elinor Dashwood. I'm sure she thinks the pain she causes Elinor is justified.

If you can't do that with your villains, then there is a good chance they are just evil for evil's sake. I picked Lucy Steele on purpose because I hate when the entire motivation for a antagonist female character is "bitches be crazy". Bitches may be mean, but almost always for a good reason.

Even Mrs. Norris, who is probably the most cruel of Austen's female villains, can be perspective switched. Her life is about being useful to the Bertram family so she can feel important because her married status/wealth is lower than she wished. As she must always be deferential towards the Bertrams, she takes out her negative emotions on those below her, the servants and Fanny, while also showing off how good she is at "managing" those people. (And yes, she is your childhood bully)

We often hear her perspective and she clearly sees herself as a useful part of the family and a defender of Sir Thomas's wealth. She thinks she's a good person! Which is also an important point: most people doing wrong do not believe that they are doing wrong. That is what really makes a villain scary. Mrs. Norris thinks she's helping Fanny in a very twisted way by teaching Fanny her station in life. If you asked her, she'd give you a self-justified answer and she'd probably actually believe it.

Another way to do a good villain is to just make a person very selfish. Henry Crawford doesn't sit around all day laughing about how much pain he causes women, he doesn't think about it. He only thinks about the fun of flirting for himself, not the harm to others. The glimpses we get into his perspective are not cruel at all. It's the same with Willougby, he thinks only of his own pleasure and tries very hard to ignore that he has crushed Marianne and destroyed Eliza Williams. When he is forced to accept that people were hurt, he blames everyone but himself.

Wickham thinks that he's a victim, Caroline Bingley is ambitious and doesn't care who she steps on to get to the top, Mr. Elton is insulted that Emma could even dream he's a match with Harriet but he can't touch Emma so he punches down at Harriet. They all make sense, they all probably believe that their actions are justified.

Also, imagine taking the heroine/hero right out of the story, would the villain still act the same way? If Anne didn't exist, Mr. Elliot would still try to bring himself into the Elliot family because he was afraid of losing the title. If Elizabeth didn't exist, Wickham would have had another favourite in Meryton. If Fanny didn't exist, Mrs. Norris would have found some other puppy to kick. The villains don't just appear for the plot of the main characters, they have their own reasons for moving around and messing shit up.

Lastly, explaining but not excusing (though unfortunately some people will excuse anyway but that's not your fault). Mary Crawford is mercenary and doesn't seem to believe that love is even a real thing. It's pointed out several times in the novel that her defects have to do with being raised in an immoral environment and a broken home. She was taught by her aunt to marry for wealth and disregard love. Austen doesn't excuse Mary, she doesn't give her a happy ending, but she does explain how she came to be. She's not just greedy, she has been taught that wealth is the best recipe for happiness. As an adult now, it is her responsibility to question that maxim or remain a villain.

Austen wrote amazing morally grey characters and "villains" (a term I used a little liberally here, some of them probably only count as antagonists, not full blown villains). I love how real and human she made her characters, it's something I aspire to myself!

Linking my Caroline rant because it's related, people remove her motives so often and flatten her into a "bitches be crazy".

[coolgirl32]

Dating Ares HC modern AU

A/n: I know in season 2 he was a jerk but if they just made him into like the original Ares you know the feminist kind he would have been more likeable so let's give him a shot also my request are still open if any of you are interested in making a blood of Zeus fanfic request I'm all ears basically.

He's extremely protective over you everywhere you go he will go with you just to make sure you are not harmed dangerous world we live in.

He lets you paint his nails and whenever his brothers and sisters ask him about it he just tells them it's none of their business or you just changes the subject painting nails is yours and his time.

He teaches you self defense just to make sure you will defend yourself and whenever he's doing who knows what of course there are times where he lets you beat him in wrestling and this would end up in something more spicy.

He is surprisingly an amazing cook and he is surprisingly an amazing Baker he is not only fantastic at baking he's also really amazing at cooking soups, pies, whatever dish you want for dinner, lunch or breakfast or dessert he will make it for you and he just loves seeing your smile it warms up his heart.

You're basically the only person he can trust to let himself be his actual self and feel more vulnerable towards you cuz he knows you won't judge him for him being himself.

He's a huge feminist he doesn't like it when guys are cheating on their girlfriends/wives or beating up their wives/girlfriends he even hates it when guys are being misogynist so of course he hates the thought of him doing that to you that's why he reminds himself to never do any of that and to be a better man than any other man that is actually a little boy.

He has not told you that he is the Greek God of war cuz he's scared of what you might think of him but once he has been comfortable enough with you and trust you and when he tells you about his past you accepted him and he just fell head over heels in love with you 10 times more.

He thinks about marrying you and starting a family with you he cannot even imagine a future without you and of course he's a little embarrassed of telling you this but it's okay it's baby steps basically.

He's actually good with children sure he may look scary but he's actually a sweet cuddly teddy bear that is incredibly violent with bad people but he's actually pretty sweet and the kids love him.

He is actually a pretty good mechanic and plumber if there's anything wrong with your plumbing he's the one to fix it he has actual good knowledge of plumbing electrician and mechanic stuff and if you need your car fixed he's also the one to fix it and make it act like it's brand new he's basically your nine shiny greasy armor.

He teaches you how to speak Greek and of course at first it's difficult for you and he tries so hard not to laugh that you both end up play fighting which leads to you ended up getting pregnant with your first child.

He's a sweet romantic in his own unique way, he basically knows everything about you what you like what you dislike all your favorite snacks all your favorite drinks and your favorite flowers etc etc he is actually willing to do all your favorite things and you're willing to do all his favorite things too which is riding his motorcycle and going to a knitting class (he may look masculine but he actually does enjoy the sweeter things in life).

He does like cute things like knitting and gardening but he also enjoys masculine things as well like sports, wrestling, boxing and going to a bar but he wants to know if you're comfortable with it and if you're not then he's willing to do things that you want to do but if you are comfortable with it then he's glad to know.

You are 100% his therapist you and him talk about not only his trauma but your trauma as well and you both come to an understanding of each other and it makes both of you love each other even more.

[a-doubleh-x]

Why I like Charlastor

The other day I noticed there was some negativity in the Charlastor tag, including antis and people feeling the need to defend against antis, so I thought I might as well take a step back and just write candidly about why I like the ship.

I only got into Hazbin in October of last year, but already it has inspired me a lot to write and fantazise about it. Like most people, I started with the classic "they look cute together", but as I kept looking I couldn't help but think there was something else to these two than first met the eye.

For starters, I love Pollyanas! I think they get a bad rep for being naive, but I just appreciate an optimist like Charlie who just wants to make people around her happy because it makes her happy. I also like bad boys 😳 I'm a pretty heteronormative guy, so I haven't had a big chance to explore that part of myself yet, but I do like the danger and excitement someone like Alastor brings to the table.

I will admit when I started writing Charlastor I felt like I was handling dynomite. It's a lil scary to ship a boundless altruist with a manipulative sociopath, but bear with me.

I think each of them has something the other needs. I think Charlie needs someone to challenge her, someone to steer her in the right direction while she's mostly isolated. At the start of the series, practically nobody but Vaggie takes her seriously, and Alastor is no exception. He mocks her, teases her, but she still listens and I think it's because somewhere deep down she understands there's something he's trting to communicate in his annoying, but curious way.

Of course, I also love the fanon Charlie who's down bad for Alastor, and even if that Charlie is a little naive, I think it's also sweet and she can use some indulgence while most people treat her like a child.

On the other hand, when it comes to Alastor, this is a bit of a theory on my part, but I think he's secretely lonely. He has friends, certainly, like Rosie and Mimzy, but they're not good enough friends to live together with him. They don't seem to be able to save him from "pure, absolute boredom". But Charlie, for some reason can, even though she's a stranger at the beginning when Alastor chooses to move into the Hotel.

Alastor is not as much of a cynic as someone who chooses to see things in a perspective that benefits him. He doesn't think redeeming sinner is "hopeless", but "hilarious" instead, which has interesting implications to me. That's why he chooses to hover around Charlie, not because he thinks she's lame, rather because he thinks she's silly. She makes him laugh. Which I think is kind of how Alastor sees "love".

And then you have fanon Alastor who, depending on the writer, is either a horny animal, a wisecrack edgelord or a soft boy who's mean to everyone but Charlie XD I like several of those interpretations, but I kinda prefer mine just out of personal taste. I think the best part about Alastor is that he doesn't *care* what anyone thinks of him and always does what he wants, even at the expense of other people, which I find pretty enviable.

They're kinda both outcasts in their own ways. Charlie by being unable to fit in and Alastor being unwilling to compromise. But they don't judge each other. He supports her in his own weird way and she houses him and is delighted of him in general, which is tasty food for his ego. I do wonder why Alastor is interested in Charlie, both in canon and in a fandom vacuum.

There's some cool potential for drama there, but also growth and healing, in my opinion. Personally, I think Alastor doesn't want to actually *hurt* Charlie, but he may hurt those around her, which will be a moment to start settling compromises if Charlie puts her foot down.

That haz bin my review so far! I'm honestly pretty grateful for Vivziepop for all of the work she's done so far, I know directing, animating and writing two shows over the course of 5 year or so ain't easy. I'm also grateful to the fandom who shares their thoughts and vision, which calms the terrible voices I started hearing in my head since I bought this weird old radio.

I'm in the middle of a break, but if you're interested in my fanfics I'll get back to writing very soon. Cheers! 🌈❤🦌