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I get the Grayson x Lyra hype but can we show some love to Rohan x Savannah as well?
#rohan is so underrated#he's just so damn hot#idk why but i always blush when he comes in#It's crazy and i am not okay#i know#but as a teenager i am allowed to be a teenager#and what abt his backstory#my boy 100%has some serious trauma probably including parental issues#rohan tig#rohan tgg#savannah grayson#rohan x reader#tig#grayson hawthorne#lyra kane#lyra x grayson#jameson hawthorne#avery grambs#averyjameson#avery kylie grambs#the inheritance games#the grandest games#the games untold#nash hawthorne
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I need to tell them. Those were the words occupying Robbie's mind throughout the afternoon with his parents. But why ruin a good day? Any parent would react badly hearing the news of their son quitting his career at a highly respected company. Robbie knew Leilani would react less severely, given her positive outlook on all situations, so when Bryce went to buy some food, he took the opportunity.
Having finally discussed the matter, Robbie felt an immediate sense of relief. "Oh come here, darling, you did the right thing quitting." It pained Leilani to hear her son struggling and concealing this information from her, "You must always prioritise yourself and that job wasn't doing you any good...I just want you to be happy and healthy Robbie." When Bryce returned, Robbie took a deep breath and said, "Dad, there's something you should know."
Bryce pressured Robbie to be successful without fully realising it. These were things such as comparing him to Renee, always asking about work research and setting high expectations given their shared love for biology and science. When Renee and Robbie secured good jobs, he boasted about them to friends and family, which undoubtedly unnerved Robbie anytime reality didn't meet expectations. Now that he quit his job, it was that fear of disappointment.
Faced with his dad, Robbie felt like he impulsively threw away his ambition, when he could've resolved the issues by dismissing them until things went away. Anger welled up in Bryce's eyes after the conversation and Robbie braced himself for the sighs and disapproval.
"Who are those co-workers Robbie??? I'm gonna teach those jerks a lesson cos no one messes with my son!" Bryce responded with an assertiveness in his voice, hinting he'd do anything to defend his family. As much as Robbie would've liked to see that, it wasn't the most sensible action. "T-Thanks Dad, but I've moved on from those events," Robbie admitted, still taken aback by his reaction. "I'm sorry I couldn't give you a better upbringing, I-I never meant to put that much pressure," Bryce explained after calming down, "I just want the best for you."
"Look, I'm proud of you. You don't have to reach the top of your career or earn the big wages-âŠhell you don't even have to prove anything to show me that. I'm already so proud of you every minute and every day, because you are my son."
#ts4#sims 4#ts4 gameplay#ts4 legacy#postcard legacy#postcard gen 3#bryce reichmann#robbie reichmann#leilani kahananui by duusheen#hes looking through photos#leilani sees over shoulder âooh lets see theseâ gets closer look and robbie takes phone back OH SHIT đ
i love them!!!#honestly after the backstory it was originally going to be renee focus#BUT NO!!! its all abt robbie because he deserves all the love you guys#also its true what i wrote there with the pressure from bryce#i feel i didnt focus on it enough (tbf it was a year and half ago) my legacy outlook is different now w much more careful thought#it has changed from backstory + onwards really (or 2024 onwards?)#bryce is self absorbed and holds a lot of pride. he will say ârobbie? hes working on renowned research at his prestigious companyâ#those high expectations i get why he has a fear of disappointment
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simpler days
#gaara#sabaku no gaara#yashamaru#bwabwabwa.#art#fanart#naruto#2024#soooo fond of these two ik he just exists as Backstory Guy but i really like yashamaru :)#im not a fan of the Actually Your Uncle Said That Because I Told Him To retcon i think it being genuine is much more compelling#was put in charge of raising a kid who has violent powers he cannot understand right after his sister died. at 21 years old#i absolutely can believe in a moment of cowardice he would turn into a monster LOL#the only part i like abt rasas whole speech in the war is when he says yashamaru really hated him. im like Yayyy Drama :)#looove thinking abt gaara trying to grapple with who his uncle was and what he really thought of him when hes older#esp when hes trying to understand what love is to him and what it means to love someone.. ouuuu
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ok but what if félix didnt get off on the wrong foot with adriens friends. what if they all rly liked him and didn't think of him as 'a cruel and inferior copy of the original'. what then. we would have so many good friendships there. félix + nino = gabriel agreste hate club. félix + marinette = gabriel agreste hate club. félix + alya = gabriel agreste hate club. félix + chloé = gabriel agreste hate club. guys do you see where im going with this. guys.
#miraculous ladybug#felix fathom#felix graham de vanily#adrien agreste#alya cesaire#marinette dupain cheng#gabriel agreste#nino lahiffe#no but for real they all have one thing in common and if maybe they saw past#Félix's adrien thing like that was just for like. other stuff u can forgive him#like if they all forgave him then we could have so MANY#WHOLESOME FRIENDSHIPS#félix isnt that bad!!! luckily alya might stop hating him now that#marinette probably told her abt his........backstory#so they could start being friends#the 'fuck around find out' duo if u get what im saying.
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so after boots, what other hsr characters do you like?
hm. well. hmmmm. ahhh.. uhhhhhhhhhhh
#sal.asks#it's cowboy all the way down baby !!!!!#this is only kind of a joke answer lol. i legitimately lost 90% of my interest in other characters once i saw leaks abt him LOL#and it's only gone downhill from there#...he should have a ship name like that. uphill or downhill. theres a joke there#otherwise i am a big ratio fan. second funniest character in the whole cast#bro is so done with EVERYBODY'S shit#i have to respect his dedication to not giving a fuck about what anybody thinks about him lol#(but also there's clearly something else going on underneath that?? WHAT is going on in his brain. i wanna study him like a bug)#homie is here for one purpose and that is EDUCATION. he's so funny#i wrote like 5k words of a fic for him with an oc. putting him in a box and shaking it around#like that pear wiggler gif. you know the one#i am also a screwllum lover đ silly man. deeply charming. also incredibly funny just in a subtle way#i am a moderate dh enjoyer as well bc that boy is slaving away in the angst mines#and also. dragon. insane about his aesthetic#theres so much beautiful merch for him. i saw a gold-lined pin of his dragon and dear godddddddd#if i werent broke from the holidays it would be MINEEEEEEEEE#i was geared up to be obsessed with aven (i think i have a supernatural sense for when backstories are going to be interesting)#but then i saw the bh leaks and every other thought fled my brain LOLLL#anyway yeah i know it's deeply unusual to only post about one character for these sorts of games lol#so the question is reasonable#the answer is just not that exciting unfortunately đ
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"Angry robin" "violent robin" "misbehaving robin" shut up and accept my alternative; spunky Robin. Determined and head strong, can out-stubborn the Batman, has a strong moral-backbone and does what he thinks is right regardless of what anybody else says, Robin. Jason who was sassy and quippy and made crude jokes with a smile on his face. Jason who hid in Bruce's cape and whispered gossip to him. Jason who, if Bruce refused him something, could keep bothering endlessly until Bruce caved. And also dramatic Jason. If Bruce tells him no, it becomes a whole theatrical show; a monologue, a narration, embellishments, and falling onto the floor in his grief upon the fact his cruel father has denied him once again.
(Jason who has suffered through abuse and homelessness and poverty and starvation, who is the Fight out of Fight or Flight, who's built up defenses and walls and when pushed and triggered responds with the thing that's always protected him; anger. He's sweet and kind and funny, and when he sees a pimp hitting a prostitute he gets furious and responds with violence.)
#my dc posting#dc#jason todd#jaybin#im having so many thoughts abt jaybin and he is so important to me#in one fic he went on a hunger strike bc alfred didnt eat w them and did it for so long they had to compromise#i love a jaybin 100% willing to menace and bother batman until the man folds. as is his right#the thing abt jason's backstory is that it shows him unwilling to suffer for a home#ma gunn's is bad; he gets beat up and she tries to get him to help rob a place. so he leaves! and rats the whole thing out to batman#and shows up himself cus he didnt think he had been believed#and lets not forget the fact he hit batman with a tire iron and called him a 'big boob'!#the boy's got moxie!! let jaybin be crass and angry and sassy and flawed and traumatized without reducing him to 2d caricature of a 'troubl#d kid'#i dont like a jason who did nothing but use excessive violence and disobey orders and be cocky and all that shit#i like a jason who was. oh yknow. a complex person!! a child/teen who has been fucking abused!!!#you shouldnt erase the fact that jason's reaction/response to stressful situations and triggers IS anger#it's not an indication that he was always gonna become a criminal/red hood or whatever. get outta here w that shit#but like. let us not go so far in the other direction we forget to have him react and be affected by the abuse he's suffered#anyway. if anyone should be a drama-queen it should be jaybin. once he becomes truly comfortable w bruce he should dial it up to 11#a lot of red hood's appeal (to me&many others) is that he is an 'imperfect' victim. meaning he is angry and flawed and doesnt suffer quietl#but is loud and obvious abt it#so when i see jaybin written as the opposite its like. man whats that about#anyway. jaybin is good and cares and wants to help and protect people. and by god if i ever see anybody writing#him having arguments with bruce about the no kill rule WHILE robin again im gonna throw hands istg-#my tags are like a hidden treasure box. most of what i say is in here lmao
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my current favorite thing to think about is lyney thinking he knows freminet better than vice versa but freminet knowing that he knows lyney better than lyney knows him
#like if they got into an argument. a legitimate argument that mimi isnât backing down from?#that would get VICIOUS. to me.#bc to me: lyney doesnât know what life was like under the prev knave. he chose (even tho it really wasnât a choice) to be a part of hearth#he still views mim as an innocent to be protected person when he hasnât killed under arle but mim *has* killed under the prev knave#i think mim knows more abt lyney & lynetteâs backstory than lyney does abt his#lynette i have not included bc i think she knows more than lyney bc sheâs like. less prone to lying to herself. to me#but also i see her giving mim the cold shoulder moreso than actually getting into a verbal argument#genshin impact#lyney#thoughts#freminet#like does lyney hypothetically know abt the hunts & whatever. yeah sure. has he connected that to *mim* participating? definitely not
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Hobie1610 pt. 3
part 3 has finally arrived!!! at a faster rate than part 2 but a bit of a wait nonetheless lol
not entirely sure how long this lil story will go on for but hope y'all are enjoying this ride regardless, whether it ends on the next part or in 3 more chapters ldfjkdhf
in this installment: thrilling action, a high stakes chase, and we get to learn more abt our beloved hobie jones! yippee!
>pt. 1 here<
>pt. 2 here<
>pt. 4 here<
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By some miracle, Hobie did not mention the suit to Miles once they started texting semi-regularly.
Unfortunately, they also couldn't really make their lunch date (date? God, get it together, Morales. It is not a dateâŠ) as soon as Miles would have liked, due to a million different things getting in the way of them setting a solid day aside to chill together.
Just his luck, of course.
But in the hallways, Hobie actually deigned to give Miles a passing smile every now and then. They didnât ever get to hang out like they did for those precious few moments on the first day of school, but Miles didnât feel the crushing weight of guilt every time he saw Hobie in his same classroom anymore. What a relief!
So Miles was mostly okay with how things were going anyhow, even if the hangout ended up falling through and they both decided not to go in the end. He was able to patrol and do his homework in blissful peace for the first time in months.
⊠Kind of.
That look on Hobieâs handsome face as he looked down past Milesâ coat collar thoughâŠ
That still ate away at an anxious part of Milesâ brain whenever he had the time to sit down and really let his worries manifest.
No time to think about that now, though. Miles was suited up again on a school night, hoping to get at least an hourâs worth of patrolling in before security at Visions noticed he was absent from his dorm room. He hoped Ganke would be able to cover for him like he always did.
It was yet another cold evening out in New York City, and Miles was steadily covering the edges of Brooklyn, heading towards Manhattan to do a quick sweep through Central Park like he did on occasion. There was always something going on in Manhattan, especially during the evening.
Miles decided it wouldnât hurt to take a quick peek before calling it a night and heading back to Visions.
So away he went-- now fully in his Spiderman element-- vaulting and soaring over buildings, showing off every now and then by doing silly flips and tricks mid-air for the opportunistic New Yorkers looking to snap their Spiderman Sighting of the day. A little social media promo never hurt anyone, after allâŠ
Spiderman finally swung down onto a tree branch on the western side of the park from a street lamp and was just about to lower himself down as inconspicuously as he could, before immediately feeling the tingling electricity of his Spider Senses race up and down his spine, giving him the usual headache along with it.
He crouched down quietly on a branch and watched as a familiar lanky figure streaked across the path underneath him onto the grass and beyond.
Whoever this runner was, he was fast. And hot on his trail was a gang of burly bumbling assholes cursing up a blue streak as they gave chase.
Spidermanâs eyes stayed glued to the fast runner like they were a lifeline. His senses honed in on the person and he erupted out of the leaves of the tree with one mighty leap, sailing through the air to shoot a web out and swing his way on over to the excitement.
Several joggers, people walking dogs after work, and mothers with baby carriages exclaimed and shouted as they were barreled into by the gang of men trying to keep up with their moving target. The runner didnât seem to be giving up, though, as their long legs sent them flying over bushes and rocks and lounging people as gracefully as a ribbon in the air.
It was indeed getting dark soon again, but the darkness didnât really affect Spidermanâs senses at all. His mask helped him fine-tune his powerful vision and anticipate the runnerâs next moves.
It looked as though they were trying to make their way up towards the Great Lawn from Cedar Hill, but whether the person was planning to make a break for the now-empty Delacorte Theatre or the Metropolitan Museum Of Art⊠or beyond? That was the million dollar question.
Spiderman didnât want to lose the person in case they happened to just be a petty thief, since that would be a quick and easy problem to fix. But as he silently chased down the runner alongside (and unbeknownst) to the gang, his suspicions gave way to some other... ideas.
Namely, that the runner seemed young, a bit too young for someone to be pissing off this many fully-grown gang members.
He pushed through his confusion and made a break for the theatre the second he guessed that the runner was pivoting in that direction.
The trees were getting thicker the closer they got to the Belvedere Castle and Spiderman eventually resorted himself to hoofing it, mindful of sticking to the shadows of the foliage that surrounded them on all sides.
He was super grateful now more than ever that his suit happened to be his signature sleek black and red, rather than the tacky and hyper-visible reds and blues of many of his Spider counterparts (sorry Peter!)
Once he confirmed that the suspicious target was indeed planning on hiding in the bleachers of the massive amphitheatre, he shot up a web to hoist himself into the infrastructure from the tall stadium lights. From there, he positioned himself a bit closer to the fray, hearing the loud and heavy boots of the gang following the runner, not far behind.
Then, he squinted into the dusk as he watched one of the entrances from his perch up high... and almost choked on his own saliva!
In comes none other than Hobie Motherfucking Jones, streaking down several steps like a shooting star, clutching onto⊠something tucked under one of his arms. He was breathless, panting loudly, and heading straight for the Belvedere Lake.
Upon hearing the heavy bootfalls get ever closer with every passing second, it seemed that Hobie got the idea to attempt a last-minute juke by throwing himself underneath the stairs that faced the lake, tucking himself as tightly as he could under the massive stage at the center.
Spiderman watched all of this happening with wide eyes, holding his own breath in. He prayed that the ugly thugs didnât see Hobieâs sneaky last-second move, but climbed up high onto the stadium lights and prepared to swing down anyhow, just in case.
What was Hobie even doing here, out at this hour? And what the hell did he manage to steal that was so important to these men anyways? It was quite a chase they were caught up in, running nearly two entire miles all the way up to the amphitheatre just to catch him, and that was only from what he could see when he swung into action.
The group split up and pulled out flashlights, determinedly searching the bleachers and corners as best they could while the sky rapidly darkened above them.
From right below the webbed crime-fighter, Hobie poked his head out from the shadows and took a peek.
No, no, duck back down! Spiderman wanted to shout, but he couldnât.
No one knew he had followed them and he was safe high above the action where he balanced himself on the metal bars that housed the bulbs. His muscles tensed as the bright beam of light from one guyâs flashlight swept a little too close to Hobieâs head. Damnit.
Spiderman couldnât just sit there all day! He had a friend to save, stolen item be damned!
He rechecked his web shooters furtively and took aim.
He set his sights on another stadium light pole across from the stage, figuring that if he was quick and agile enough, he could time his swing well enough to scoop Hobie up from where he was hidden and avoid any detection. Hopefully.
Seemed like a solid enough plan though, until Hobie just. Shot out from his hiding place all of a sudden, the heels of his boots rapping loudly against the cement and echoing all around the stage as he made a beeline for the lakefront.
Shit!!!
Miles wanted to kill him. Those guys didnât even suspect he was hiding where we was in the first place!
... Okay, plan B!
Spidermanâs brain whirred at breakneck speeds as he watched the thugs exclaim loudly and give chase yet again, this time much closer to Hobie than they ever were before.
Without thinking, he swung down from his perch and bowled over a couple of men in his haste to simply just⊠grab Hobie like a damsel in distress and fireman-carry him back around the gang to get a good line of web onto a nearby pole.
The men all cursed and shouted in surprise of course, flashlight beams waving around everywhere.
One of them even yelled, âwhat the hell was that?!â like a character in one of his dadâs favorite cheesy slasher movies.
Spiderman was too fast for them, a black blur simply whizzing by as he grabbed Hobie and hoisted the both of them up into the air with a mighty leap. Hobie yelped in surprise, grunting from the effort, and seemed to let whatever he stole slip out of his hands which then clattered loudly onto the ground below.
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The thugs rejoiced then, shaking fists at Hobie and his rescuer as they flew up to the top of a tree and detached themselves so they could fall onto the stadium light opposite from Spidermanâs initial hiding spot.
Spiderman didnât stop until he attached another web up to the lights and dangled there for a bit. Adrenaline still coursed through his veins as he shifted Hobie off of his shoulders and let him slide slowly onto his side, his friendâs wiry arms clutching him tightly.
They both watched with rapt attention at the goings-on several feet below them.
The thugs congregated around the fallen item, picking it up and turning it this way and that. It looked like a briefcase, though with the low lighting it really couldâve been anything. It was only when one of them-- the biggest and burliest of them all-- shouted out another colorful swear word that Hobie then seemed to come back to himself again.
He squeezed Spidermanâs shoulders with his arms and kicked at him. They swung a bit from the wiggling.
âOuch!â Spiderman hissed, as quietly as he could. He was hoping the dark dusk would conceal their position now as long as they made No Noises, but even that wasnât guaranteed.
âGo, go, go, go, man! Letâs get out of here!!â Hobie hissed right back into his ear, his face mere centimeters away from Spidermanâs mask.
Spiderman stubbornly ignored the heat radiating out from his face at that realization and jerked this way and that, looking for an easy escape from their conundrum.
Flashlight beams danced around the ground before finally swinging up to the trees and catching sight of a pair of shoes dangling in the sky.
The biggest and meanest one of the bunch pulled something out of his pocket and took aim.
Bullet! Spidermanâs senses screamed into his cerebellum.
âGoddamn,â he huffed ruefully as the shots rang out. Hobie panicked. âBullets for us? Thatâs a little harsh, isnât it?â
Hobie clung onto his hero for dear life. âBrother, if you do not get a move on from here, we are both gonna get turned into fish filets!â He shouted into Spidermanâs ear.
âOw. Okay,â Spiderman grumbled, sticking himself to the side of the pole they dangled from and readjusting Hobie so that he clung onto his back instead.
He took a deep breath and narrowly dodged a bullet that whizzed unnervingly close to their heads. Hobie yelled again.
âOkay, okay, okay,â Spiderman began, speaking quickly. âHold on, okay? Hold on tight. Just hold on and do not let me go for even a second!â
âOn it!â Hobie shouted back, legs kicking a bit before wrapping themselves tightly around Spidermanâs torso.
They both took a breath and then Spiderman jumped, gaining some air before twin webs erupted from his web shooters-- aimed directly towards the seating area entrance.
Together, he and Hobie rocketed from their airborne position towards their escape route once the fluids connected to solid architecture. To his credit, Hobie only whimpered a little bit through the ride.
The thugs had no chance! They stumbled on tired, aching legs towards the very door the two teens had left out of, complaining and cursing some more as they searched through the steps and made their way out onto the theatreâs general admission and concessions area.
They searched and searched through the bushes and trees, going so far as to even check the sculptures near the structure.
After several tense moments of gruff shouting back-and-forth, the search eventually died down until only a couple of the men were left sweeping the area once more. The others had already given up their fruitless endeavor and called it a night.
âFucking kids, man. What the hell,â Spiderman heard one of them grumble before kicking at the Romeo and Juliet statue angrily and following the rest of his cohorts down the path towards the Great Lawn again.
Hobie and Spiderman let out matching sighs of relief then, happy to have given the men the slip by managing to hide behind the giant 3D Delacorte Theatre sign right above the box offices. Lucky for them, most people donât think to search behind lit-up signs, so they went completely undetected.
â⊠Wanna let me know what you were doing here this whole time? You couldâve gotten killed!â Spiderman breathed. He wanted his tone to be sharper, more authoritative⊠but he was just so glad to see his new friend still in one piece instead of riddled with more holes than a chunk of swiss cheese!
Hobie scoffed, tucking a loc behind his ear and sitting back. Thanks to the lighting of the sign and the other park lights in the area, Spiderman could see him digging around in his coat pocket and fishing out-- a USB drive?
Hobie held it up triumphantly, sleepy down-turned eyes glistening with pride.
âI got it! Suckers! Screw them by the way, Iâm not the thief, if thatâs what youâre wondering,â
Well. He was sneaky, alright. Spiderman had to hand that to him, at the very least.
He sat back on his heels as well and exhaled. âFine. I believe you. Whatâs on that drive?â
Hobie squinted at him then, really giving him a good once-over now that the excitement had officially died down. ââŠDamn. Youâre Spiderman,â
âYeah, yeah. Hey, hi, nice to meet you, Iâm your friendly neighborhood Sp-- ugh, seriously man, just tell me what all of that was back there or else Iâm webbing you up and calling the cops.â
âHey!â Hobie objected. âLike I said already, Iâm the good guy here. I snagged this from those guys because I caught them snoopinâ around the museum over that way. I followed them and found out they were stealing this!â
Spiderman bobbed his head. âOkay? And whatâs on it?â
Hobie turned the drive over a bit in his hands, admiring it. âMost likely? Security codes, schedules, maps. Iâve been uh⊠investigating those dudes for a while after watching them sniff around the museum for a few days now. It looks like they were just art thieves plannin' a heist, so I jumped on the opportunity to deliver justice myself.â
Hobieâs mischievous grin was met by Spidermanâs disapproving stare.
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âAnd why didnât you just call security and let them know? Like I said, super dangerous thing you did back there! If I wasnât there to save you, you couldâve died, man.â
Hobie pocketed his USB drive again and rolled his eyes. âYâknow, for a vigilante hero with cool superpowers, you sure are a square.â
Spiderman sat up and placed a hand on his chest, feigning hurt. âOof, ow. Thatâs mean,â
âYeah, it is, but you know Iâm right. If a kid like me walked up to some cops and tried to warn them of a possible art heist, you just know those pricksâll laugh in my face and do literally nothing about it. I had to take matters into my own hands!â Hobie jutted his chin out defiantly.
Well. Couldn't really argue with that, especially considering PDNYâs less-than-stellar track record of taking preventative measures most times. All that they would most likely do is nod along to whatever Hobie was telling them and chuckle, shaking their heads as they walk away. Not their problem.
Spiderman rubbed his chin. âPoint taken," he conceded. "So whatâs your plan now?â
Hobie glanced around, as if he was checking for any eavesdroppers. âIâm gonna submit some photos to a journalist I met online before turning this in back to the museum. The journalistâll help get those guys behind bars once a story's published and some actual adults talk to the cops. I am going to go collect my reward,â
Spiderman blinked. He had a bunch of questions swimming in his head, but the first question out of his mouth was, âwhat reward?â
âThe reward for turning in precious security info, genius!â Hobie tapped at his forehead with a finger and grinned. âIf I get to negotiate with them, I can get some money to save up and-- uh. Nevermind. Listen, are you gonna rat me out or not?â
Milesâ brow creased behind his mask. â⊠I donât think I will. Sounds like youâre doing the right thing⊠mostly.â
Hobie cheered silently. âYes! Okay, I take it back, Spidey. You are cool!â
Spiderman sighed. âBut first, I need to know youâre gonna be safe. Like, actually, and that youâre not gonna get followed home.â
Hobie shrugged nonchalantly and pushed more locs out of his face again. âYeah, you can walk me home if you want,â
âNo, thatâs not what I mean. I mean, thatâs not the only thing I mean. I need you to promise me that youâre not gonna get into stupid stunts like this again. That was so dangerous and you really couldâve gotten hurt!â
Hobie exhaled as well. He stared intensely into the maskâs giant white lenses for a beat, making Spiderman shift uncomfortably.
Then, he held up his pinkie. â⊠Fine. I wonât do stupid shit like this again. I promise.â
Spiderman blinked a few more times and hooked his pinkie onto Hobieâs. âUh. Okay, cool! Cool, thatâs what I wanna hear, considering keeping New Yorkers safe is my job! I just wanna see you safe, thatâs all. No more art heists, you gotta leave that to the professionals to handle,â
âWhat, professionals like you? You mightâve not even gotten to them in time before they snuck off with like millions of dollars worth of art, bro.â
âAnyone ever tell you you are just so mean? Dontcha have a little faith in me? The âvigilante hero with cool superpowersâ?â Spiderman shot back.
They both laughed.
âSeriously, though. I do appreciate the fact that you saved my ass back there,â Hobie admitted, eyes cast downwards for a second. âI was actually gonna throw this thing into the lake and hope this drive got eaten by like⊠a fish or something.â
âAnd what about you?â Spiderman smiled despite himself.
âWell,â Hobie shrugged. âIf I died, I died. I guess,â
It was Spidermanâs turn to scoff now. âYou have a family, man. Donât be ridiculous. You have friends and family that would miss you!â
Hobieâs expression turned dark, his entire face shadowing for a second before being replaced by cool detached nonchalance. A slight hint of annoyance stayed put underneath.
â⊠My familyâs barely my family. I donât have any friends, either. Don't worry about me.â Hobie admitted in a clipped tone. He stood up abruptly and started doing some casual stretches.
Spiderman stood up as well, knowing fully well how this song and dance was going to go.
He would never admit it out loud, but heâd seen his fair share of self-destructive citizens throwing themselves into the middle of danger in the short time heâd been doing this whole vigilante thing. He had talked many a melancholy or manic person from tossing themselves off of multiple different buildings, different bridges, stopped them from âfallingâ onto train tracks.
And as loath as he is to admit it, this Hobieâs particular brand of cool detachment was entirely too familiar to him as well.
A flash of his uncle Aaronâs face lit up a part of his brain that he hadnât really allowed himself to acknowledge since that fateful day. He quickly stamped that out.
He cleared his throat and rubbed at his neck. â⊠Well. That sounds pretty depressing, man.â
He didnât notice Hobieâs shoulders hitch at that phrase.
âBut,â Spiderman continued, âYou got people out here who care about you, even if you donât know it. Youâre still so young, you could be ending your life before you even meet, like, your favoritest person in the whole world, right? So just do me a quick favor, take care of yourself. For me. Live long enough to meet your favorite person, alright?â
Spiderman put on his best comforting expression that he could despite the mask most likely getting in the way of Hobie fully seeing it. He hoped his words were enough to convince him not to dive off the deep end, at least not anytime soon.
It seemed to work at least a little bit, because Hobie looked back at him with a much warmer-- albeit hesitant-- expression.
âCan I ask you something?â Hobie finally said after a few moments of silence.
âUh, sure.â Spiderman replied.
âDo you know about a kid named Miles Morales at all?â
The air was sucked out of Spidermanâs lungs right then as he floundered like a fish for a minute, brain working into overdrive to make his answer sound both intelligent and convincing.
âU-uh, maaaybeee? I dunno, I meet a lot of New Yorkers everyday and I donât get many names, yanno? S-sounds familiar, but sorr--â
âI knew it,â Hobie exhaled a laugh and surged forward to embrace Spiderman with both arms.
Spiderman stood frozen in his place, arms held in mid-air as he worked to process this.
âUh. What--â
Spiderman felt Hobieâs chin dig into the side of his cheek a little as he turned his lips to his ear. âYour secretâs safe with me, by the way. Iâm not telling anyone,â
Miles felt his whole world turn on its axis before shattering completely.
Oh no, no, no, no, no! Goddamnit!
Miles pushed Hobie off and stepped back, holding his hands up. âOh hey, whoa, whoa, whoa. I dunno what youâre thinking or who you think I am, but--!â
Hobie sighed loudly. âMiles, I saw your suit.â
The world screeched to a halt.
Hobie picked his gaze back up off of his feet and even seemed apologetic, almost. âI, uhm. Like, back on the roof. At Visions. I wasnât⊠a hundred percent sure I saw it, since it couldâve been any logo at all, but. Well, youâre a pretty bad liar too, yâknow that, right?â
Miles sucked in a slightly shaky breath, gulping loudly. âUh. W-well,â
Hobie smiled shyly. âYou, uh⊠youâre like around the same height as Miles Morales, anyways. And you sure sound a lot like him, too.â
Damn. Damn it all.
Miles spun this way and that, placing his hands atop his head as he panicked slightly. âH-Hobie, you cannot tell anyone else about this, whatsoever. Do you understand? No one. At all. Or weâre both dead!â
Hobie held his hands up, lines creasing in his face. âLook bro, youâve got secrets of mine too. We pinkie promised, remember? I donât break promises.â
Miles didnât point out that the promise was so that Hobie would stop getting himself into stupidly dangerous situations, but he accepted it anyways, albeit reluctantly.
âD-do⊠do you actually, like actually promise me youâll never breathe a word about this to anyone? Ever? At all?â
Hobie held up his right hand into the air, as if taking an oath. âI, MJ, solemnly swear to never breathe a single word to anyone about your super secret identity, so help me god.â
Miles planted his fists on his hip and shook his head. âOh my god,â he exhales on a shaky laugh.
âDonât you believe me? What would I have to gain by selling you out? Oh,â Hobie stops suddenly, perking up. âWe could even work together! I got me my sweet camera and my extensive connects, man. Think about it!â
âNo, no. Hobie. Stop that, man. Iâm not putting you into any danger after I just saved your skinny butt. Spiderman doesnât do sidekicks anyways,â
Hobie looked a bit put out, but shrugged anyways. âWell, I mean⊠think about it sometime. We could seriously take down criminal activity around here, if youâre down! And, uh. You do have my number,â
Miles looked up and took a deep breath. âMmnyes, I do. I do have your number. Thatâs⊠I mean youâre not wrong about that. Listen, I think itâs getting pretty late and we should both be heading back home now, though.â
The corners of Hobieâs mouth curled up mischievously. âTrue, true. It is a school night, after all.â
Miles couldnât stop grinning despite the heavy anvil that threatened to burst out of his chest. âYep, yes it is! Okay, time to get you home now. Câmon, letâs go.â
Miles moved to step into Hobieâs space and carry him on his back again so he could lower the both of them down from the lip of the theatre roof.
But before that happened, he felt Hobie place a cold but strong hand on his shoulder, stopping him.
Miles looked up inquisitively and felt his breath catch in his throat as he felt those same hands slowly slide up the smooth spandex of his suit, up his shoulders, and then they stopped at his neck, at the seam of where his suit and mask met.
The entire thing probably only took a few seconds to do, but to Miles it felt like eons passed as he felt every single muscle twitch and the pulse beating underneath Hobieâs skin while he ran those fingers up his arms.
He was standing so close to him! Oh god!
The entire ordeal was unbearably intimate, and Miles could barely stop the shudder that wracked his body suddenly.
Hobieâs soft lips were slightly parted, the lighting of the sign next to them caught in the dark brown portals that were his eyes.
âU-uhm. Sorry, this is weird...â he mumbled quietly. But his hands didn't move.
All around them, crickets started their soothing chorus.
Here they were, right behind the giant lettering of the Delacorte Theatre, intertwined in each otherâs arms on a cold night-- and Milesâ core body temperature has never felt hotter before. He felt like he could melt steel, the way this night was going. He didnât know when his hands raised to grasp onto Hobieâs arms, but they mustâve done it of their own accord because Miles then felt himself squeezing softly onto Hobieâs biceps.
Slowly, painstakingly, and carefully⊠Hobie made his move.
Every centimeter of the mask being pushed up was accompanied by a soft look that asked-- no, it begged-- for permission to continue. His hands seemed to move on their own eventually, as he slid the mask up over the back of Miles' head and then eased it up off of his nose.
Hobie wore a soft look of determination then, that fully came into view again once Miles felt his mask slide right up off of his eyes. Hobieâs soft hands eventually fell away, mask in one hand, no sounds in the air except for the wildlife of the park starting to wake now that the night has officially fallen.
Miles wasnât sure why he did, but he held his breath.
After a few seconds of appraising gazes from each other, pupils meeting pupils, exchanging a million words a second with just a few looks⊠Hobie grinned beautifully.
âDamn. There you are,â
Miles felt a plume of heat erupt from his gut and rush up to his face. âUh. Hm, y-yep. Here I am,â he blinked back at Hobie with his big brown eyes.
Hobie had a look of pure joy on his face before it started to melt away suddenly. âYou know⊠I should backstab you for abandoning me out of nowhere that one time, though⊠I really should...â
The moment collapsed like an undone web, a delicate thing now completely destroyed as Miles leaped up in indignation.
âHobie!â
Hobie stepped back and laughed loudly. âRe-lax! Iâm not gonna actually do it. But. Yâknow.â
âAnd if you do, Iâll leave you webbed up to that billboard near Visions,â Miles threatened, mostly light-heartedly.
âPsshh, and then get my momâs two million lawyers on your ass? Good luck,â
âAs if they could ever catch me! Iâm Spiderman!â
Just as easily as they had stepped out of being just kids for a moment, they stepped right back into it, bickering like they'd been friends since forever.
Miles lowered the both of them from the sign and they headed towards the eastern side of the park, making their way over to Hunterâs Gate. They bickered and bantered back and forth the entire way there, and it was only once they made it to the outer gates of the park that Miles stopped them both.
With his mask back on and other New Yorkers now milling nearby, Miles made it a point to lower his voice as he turned to Hobie and puffed his chest out heroically.
âSo, random citizen. Where are we off to today? I told you Iâd take you back home safely, and thatâs what Iâm gonna do.â
ââCause you promised, right?â Hobie smirked, tucking his hands into his coat pockets.
âUhm. Yeah, yeah. I did. So, lead the way!â Spiderman made a grand ushering gesture, and Hobie chuckled good-naturedly as he stepped aside and exited Central Park.
âYou gonna walk me home, Spiderman?â Hobie threw him a side-long glance.
âYyyeahâŠ? Why? Youâd rather swing home?â
âI liked swinging, actually. Yeah,â Hobie stopped where he was on the sidewalk and nodded with an air of finality. âYeah⊠letâs swing!â
Spiderman felt his heart do a few somersaults in his chest before he gestured towards his shoulders. Hobie quickly assumed the position, long lanky arms wrapping around him and leaning his body weight against Spidermanâs side.
Spiderman shot up a web to a nearby street lamp and gave his friend one more glance.
âYou sure?â He asked again, really making sure that Hobie was okay with this. Not many people really liked swinging, which was understandable. Even Miles wasn't the biggest fan of it at times.
Hobie chuckled and ignored the onlookers as they slowly ambled past the two, throwing the teens questioning glances as they made their way past them.
âYeah, I am! Letâs go,â
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Miles: Do you actually actually really like on your LIFE promise that youâre not ginna tell a soul about⊠wellâŠ
Miles: gonna*
MJ: Yes, Miles. I PROMISE [eyeroll emoji]
Miles: I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE
MJ: Do you actually, though? ;)
Miles: No. But I can find out⊠I got connects
MJ: Uh huh. Iâll tell your âconnectsâ that if you donât take me out on that promised lunch date, our friendly neighborhood Spiderman just might be the next trending topic on ALL social media apps again very soonâŠâŠ..
Miles: Oh my god. You are Evil. I canât believe this. My next arch nemesis⊠damn
Miles: What a killer plot twist. The greatest foe I have yet to face happens to be none other than one of my very own classmates
Miles: It be ya own people
From his familyâs Lower Manhattan penthouse, Hobie laughs out loud as he reads the text messages, ignoring all of the curious glances thrown his way by various members of his team.
From Milesâ own humble dorm room at Visions, he laughs aloud as well.
#spiderverse#clown horn#miles morales#hobie brown#<- well i mean not really but yall know what i mean#hope u guys enjoyed this lil installment! <3#i tried to make the action as entertaining as possible but y'all must know.... that it really is my weak spot so if you guys read all that#and went 'huh'#well then.... Understandable Have A Nice Day!#but listen mj is more often than not a total bamf in the comics and so to make 1610's mj not nearly as cool#esp when this is HOBIE we're talkin abt here... that would be criminal. so i did what i had to do#and i'm trying to like uuhhhh not do an Exposition Dump on hobie jones' character all at once#just sorta drip feeding y'all his backstory before we Get Into It ya feel me#also @ everyone leaving nice comments so far. I LOV YOU :) <3#thank u!#sorry abt the messy ass art on this chapter. i rushed it as i'm sure y'all can tell#they also dont match up 1:1 on the story bc i did the sketches initially before i wrote all this#just as concept art before sitting down to write so i meannnn! but! they came out p close to the finished product#so i was like 'ok close enough lets just ink it and be done'#hope yall still like them anyhow LOL oops#anyways..... i gotta quit my yappin'#see yall on the next one <3#punkflower#â almost forgot to tag oof#mi writing
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so no one was going to tell me if i got literally one episode further tenax drops that heâs the one who saved scorpus from his momâs pimp AND that heâs intimately familiar with scorpusâ dick when he was younger. guys. guys.
#thinking about an INSANE divorce fic. as a follow-up to the 30k canon-compliant backstory i have not written#(really it could be an au of that because like. am i sentimental and would i want them to get emotionally divorced NO but i will get into#the variants of this later i have to tell you about them ACTUALLY divorced first before i get into the hot divorcee energy of it all)#where they fucked around when they were younger and then broke up because. yeah tenax can dream but scorpus needs certainty he is what he#is he wants attention and dignity and when blue offers for him he goes and we donât need to know what the massive fight was but we DO need#to know that they stopped fucking and maybe they stopped talking too but now theyâre Colleagues. putting the âbecause i canâ moment#into a WHOLE different light bc itâs very much a âyou no longer have a say in who I get to fuck because itâs not YOU. because weâre notâ#and thus we get an exes-to-lovers arc I still know you the best and yes I SEE the scorpus xenon andria potential & once again I am saying:#put that in a box we canât talk about that right now I see it but thatâs not what weâre here for. anyway I was TRYING to say the âI know u#best of anyoneâ of it all and if you think I have stopped thinking about tenax goading scorpus & talking about his dick for a single second#I have not. I REALLY have not because that is top tier blatant manipulation to be like ohhhh poor baby youâre so old and rotting I can just#get a new chariot driver I donât even really want you anyway đ and scorpus KNOWS Itâs bait however. heâs gotta get his attention back.#anyway they are ugly divorced and itâs very slow burn but I know exactly how you taste & what buttons to press & how to grip your shoulders#in an argument until they fuck nasty on all of their riches or however this thing ends. not well for anyone but I WILL be getting them back#together. the other fun little big divorced energy thoughts i had were very much âdivorced and arguing but itâs foreplay to threaten to#leave each otherâ so they can have hot aggressive mean sex because they get off on arguing with each other. everybody in the stables starts#to see them arguing about chariot design & the brothers are scared theyâre gonna kill each other & then suddenly scorpus is tongue-fucking#Tenaxâs throat with a fist still in his hair and tenax has a hand pinning him back against the post by the throat and thatâs all they see#before everybody clears the FUCK out. this is a regular occurrence at all times in all arguments itâs so fun I love the dynamic#OHHHH AND ITâS AN OUTSIDER POV FIC i said the brothers really i meant elia but also now that i say that. could be a fun five + 1 of#everyone watching them threaten to kill each other and then yâknow. la petit mort. ALSO i know i see the calla/tenax too we canât talk abt#that put it in the box with the chariot drivers we can have one (1) thing at a time. the calla note is because i want a calla pov of them#where sheâs just like âfreaks. right in front of my salad?â and does not give a fuck at all. top tier. anyway. andria/elia/calla/domitian#(Domitian seeing them petition him would be so fun because he wants to puppet master everything heâd want to know SO BAD.) the 5th one idk#because I donât have any idea about the third brother yet but maybe Tenax catching scorpus in a brothel again? and the +1 is their POV ofc.#(anyway for myself: the vibes i want here are geno/anna cat and mouse follow/unfollow divorce and win her back rumors)#scorpus/tenax#those about to die#scorpus#tenax
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nobody fucking touch me rn i went to see tf one in the cinema and im shaking. they actually made a good transformers movie. what the fuck
#time to go home and read the entirety of jro's mtmte and lost light again ig#what the FUCK i was not expecting it to be actually fucking stunning. that's MY loser dumpster fire of a children's toy franchise how did t#ey actually make it . good#really good#five out of five stars. when elita said âyou dont have the touch or the powerâ i fucking choked#obviously it is only going to mire the canon more because of the changes to megatron's backstory (no gladiators đ) & lack of allspark plot#but i dont even fucking care. dont even touch me rn i cant ever get over this#broken friendships & corruption arcs are THE SHIT and they did this one better than i was expecting#when pax fell like a falling star... primus itself opened to him...#ratchet cameo! arcee cameo! jazz cameo! not to mention ALPHA TRION#i can see the war in this . i can see this . millions of years in the future they will still b fighting. orion mightve been a âpacifistâ by#megatron's standards but he knows how to fight. he fights more than he should. and bee.... bee... THATS MY FUCKING NAMESAKE GUYS DONT EVEN#TOUCH ME RN. IM SHAKING. HOLY SHIT#bumblebee you are SUCH a dork. what the FUCK.#and the quintessons!!!!! i am LIVING for the art direction and the organic/inorganic imagery#those quintesson energon-hoover things reminded me of energon eaters too. & in that first shot of them entering the cave w the primes i#originally thought scraplets before i came back to myself. there's something to be said here tho.#they did a good job with the worldbuilding. suitably alien-like. exceeded expectations. that ginormous quintesson ship? i'm going insane#you can SEE the birth of the myth in this stupid fucking movie you can SEE how op becomes who he becomes. the way he grew. the way they bot#grew until they were the only person that could hold the other back . the way he is going to be irreversibly changed. d16's eyes...#that scene w starscream has a chokehold on me. i cant breathe. the way they all looked at megatron when his blaster emerged#the fight scenes#ELITA ONE !!!#AIRACHNID !!!!#honest to god though i must confess that the first coherent thought i had about this movie was âoh they made him so cuntyâ . abt pax. i#am so sorry#but okay okay okay i . they were amica endura at the beginning. at the least. i'm. AKHRERJGH#tf one#me when megatron ascended out of iacon & he was the only land vehicle amid a swarm of planes. me when the SYMBOLISM#đ
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I get why people say Wyll/Karlach is enemies-to-lovers but it's missing too many of its signatures for me to agree
By nature, E-t-L's are slow burn. A good chunk of the story waits for one party to discover they're on the wrong side/both parties to realize they have more in common with each other than their factions, then a whole other chunk is dedicated to them learning how to trust each other. The higher the stakes in the story, the slower the burn
Yet everything between Wyll and Karlach is revealed and resolved in a single conversation. There are no lasting consequences of that initial animosity. Both are too good to hold grudges and all the fault lies firmly in hands not their own. Karlach trusts Wyll instantly and he her. Their friendship is so immediate that it's easy to forget that we met Karlach with the intent to kill her
And then there's the source of their quarrel. Wyll was led to believe Karlach's a devil seeking destruction and Karlach was just trying to go home. The thing that sets them against each other isn't their own beliefs or loyalties or anything deep seated and personal, it's the chain of command, something they're both eager to be rid of by the time we meet them. While it gives them something in common, it leaves them with nothing to unpack or overcome together
Compare that to the king of E-t-L's, Zutara of Avatar the Last Airbender. Zuko spent most of the show's runtime trying to capture the Avatar to guarantee the Fire Nation's total conquest, something Katara wants to prevent at all costs. When the two are stuck together by happenstance, they lash out at each other only to bond over their lost mothers. Then Zuko betrays her, something Katara does not forget and does not forgive until he proves himself much, much later. Afterwards, they support each other, watch over the others together, and make a damn good team against Azula. Perfect, should have been canon, fuck Bryke
Honestly, I think Wyllach is just Faerûn's version of a meet-cute
#baldur's gate 3#yodeling into the void#karlach cliffgate#wyll ravengard#ive always found it difficult to justify killing karlach once you learn abt her backstory#outside of being an apathetic murderhobo what reason is there to kill someone trying to flee a war they never wanted to join?#i think some elements could have been salvaged if karlach had genuinely been a fiend#perhaps another cambion to contrast mizora and raphael#or maybe an alu-fiend for variety?#hells even a straight up succubus to really make the player wonder if she's going to be a threat if allowed to live#adds to the whole monsters in the making bit going on#her backstory and abilities would have to be altered but i dont think her personality would need to change at all#itd be neat to see a devil that isnt a business major#and i really like that one rewrite post where Wyll's relationship w Mizora is less antagonistic bc she's yknow.#actually being manipulative in her affection rather than whatever the fuck she's doing in canon#and the reason wyll is so susceptible to it is bc he believes so strongly in the good in everyone. even devils#and karlach being a devil whilst also a genuinely good person would open his eye to the fact that Mizora is Not Good#especially not good for him#i like wyllach but it doesn't intrigue me quite like wyllstarion or wyllzel#those two ships have that zing of 'by all accounts i should kill you for being a threat to innocents yet i cant help but fall for you'#fiend!karlach would fit right into that particular lovely niche#ngl the more i think abt it the more i want fiend!karlach#toss in werewolf!shadowheart and you'll have an entire party consisting of nightmare fuel and gale#make him be like sole human freddie in the eldritch scooby gang lmaoooo
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Leo is heavily mexican coded, so his take and beliefs on necromancy are very different to what weâre given in game. Anyway, I had an Idea for his reaper shroud to resemble the way we paint and decorate for diĂĄ de los muertos
#gw2#gw2 art#gw2 charr#gw2 oc#gw2 fan submission#necromancer#idk what that last one is i shant even lie#anyway leoâs backstory SUPER revolves around death and growing up in ascalon his necromancy is not ever written as dark or evil#its heavily rooted in mexican tradition and belief on death and grief#i have so much lore around this its a really big deal for his character n somethung i care deeply abt#but idk unless people ask i probably wont share idk idk i feel weird abt sharing gw2 oc lore without being peompted#ANYWHO#Leonard Echowatcher#THIS IS A SKETCH BTW omg it was just a quick doodle i prommy it would look cooler if yknow#i rendered it#LOL
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soooo guess who finished the bridon arc......
#hey so what the fuck did i just sit through???#how did lg do that???#why is vein back??#i have so many more questions that arc answered nothing#i am now more confused then ever#did cxs parents both have abilities???#or just his mother??#what abt lg??? he said that his father noticed at like age 7#wheres the lg backstory???????#ahhhhhhhhh#anyway#i stand by lg ngl#yeah he did that but also he cant give up his best friend and partner sooooo#link click#link click bridon arc#link click spoilers
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was anyone else fundamentally changed as a person when they watched the 2004 phantom flashback scene at way too young an age and made their entire personality revolve around some french incel's tragic backstory for the next ten years or so or was that just a me experience
#idk what it is with mr sob story erik and his assorted backstories in varying versions but it was my special interest for YEARS#idk maybe trying to analyze what events in his youth turned this man into such a massive bitch/deconstructing his character etc etc#i was/am a huge nerd regarding character motivation so that was def part of it#but i didnt need to be making spotify playlists about it ???#anyway i am still fixated on the phantom's Haunted Past years and years later and have been thinking abt it so much lately#phantom of the opera#poto#erik#erik the phantom
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i love your bard! riz au so much. he is so tragic as a character for all the reasons of what living in constant danger fear does to your mind. can i ask about his relationship with the other bad kids and the major differences vs canon?
hey I'm glad ur enjoying what's goin on here! I don't have a Lot of it clear in my mind yet bc it is a full class swap of the entire party so some stuff will just. not play out until they do yknow? it is how it is. but I think from the beginning riz's motivation is decently different so he'll just get into it on an entirely different path - he did Not start out a very kind kid. he would be extremely conflict avoidant, he's got the Actor feat, he's stocked up on Disguise Self, he's ready to disappear mid-conversation, anyone who looks like troubles he's steering Clear of. he goes to aguefort not because he wants to be an adventurer but because sklonda was like "this works for you?" and he was like "yeah 's all good :]" (he is about to throw up bc that's where penny went missing)
I'd say he runs into fabian (rogue) first very briefly and they'd mutually be like oh. a guy. and immediately forget each other once they get out of the same like locked classroom they accidentally both hid in. and then during the corn cutie fight fabian would see the way riz react and Not Like It (haha whoa. like looking in a mirror amirite) and go actually I'd rather be a hero (derogatory) than whatever that is that guy's got going on. great surprise for him when they got out and registration's closed and the mirror is now one of his partners in the career-long group project :]
kristen (sorcerer) would be an Insane encounter at first for riz like this is someone who is extremely powerful, not very controlled, and so fucking starved for people to be nice at. riz is cordial to her on the way and she is like Fuck Yeah Friend! please go do paperwork with me I don't know shit from fuck I haven't had proper paperwork since I was like twelve and gay. do you like candies? she then throws ragh through a window for trying to bully gorgug and netting her and gorgug the detention (riz is of course immediately someone else while this is happening) (he shows up again right after like haha sorry that was scary! resolutely not looking at how kristen's face falls at the idea of someone being scared of her again)
riz and gorgug (cleric) get on like house on fire at first in the sense that they're at that point both fake bitches and they know this about each other and acknowledge this with each other implicitly and they're like I'm not poking at what's going on with you if you don't poke at what's going on with me. and then gorgug dies and sees that the god he's been feeding his anger to isn't real (yet) and has his realization that he's been indoctrinated into a cult through the support group he's been to and starts on deprogramming and in that process he starts poking at riz's deal just by proxy of dealing with his own. riz gets vicious about this a bit into it but after the arcade he kinda comes around again. it helps that at the end of sophomore year gorgug becomes the saint of the Inbetween and riz is very much in need of that stop on his way right then
fig (barbarian) on the other hand does Not like riz off the bat (her whole thing is leaning into rage to live her truth without fear) but then being as perceptive as she is soon she's like ohhhh you're just scared. like Really scared and it's ruining your life. and after that she's like I'll just protect you then :] (this is her solution to most things her friends go through) this does not help at first bc riz has picked up the pattern that is if you're protective of him bad things will happen to you. he will have a breakdown about this in sophomore year but it'll get better from there
adaine (artificer) on the Other other hand just straight up doesn't like riz until after the arcade lol. he's on the prep side, he's not socially awkward and he doesn't use that power for anything but being a coward, he lets biz talk at him in the AV club and that means biz never stops fucking talking, and every time adaine raises a complaint all he does is being like "sorry :[" and changing nothing. it's fucked up between them riz tries to appease her by doing nice things but he doesn't address the things she actually complains about so she doesn't take it. she's the person who outright calls him out for not having the backbone to stand up for himself or his party. despite this she never thinks of throwing him out of the party and he does pick up on this. they get better after the arcade and riz apologizing and by junior year adaine's the one handling the tech end of riz's freelance publication
all of this is subjected to change of course I'm mostly keeping things mobile that's where all the fun is hehe. the world is constantly in motion etc but this is kinda how I'm coming into my art atm we'll simply see!
#ask#not art#fh class quangle#there are Some stuff Ive got in mind for riz and the honorary bad kids too like. he managed to slip being noticed by ragh until he gets on#the taping crew for the bloodrush games and ragh kinda latches onto him as like emotional support and riz has Absolutely no idea what to do#he Notices ragh's crush on dayne. he is fully out of his depth. absolutely not his circus but if he doesn't say anything its gonna become#his clown real fast#hes like I should. I should tell fabian and gorgug abt this. theyre the ones playing WHY am I the one he latched onto#(fabian knows the whole time and is like no this is good for ragh and awful for riz it's perfect. let it happen)#(gorgug is fucking busy learning anger management strategies via sport)#and then. theres also baron lmao#like bard!riz is a writer. his thing is narratives and finding meanings in patterns. if he makes up a gf in canada that person would have#a full fledged character sheet with three notebooks worth of backstory lmao#I think bard!riz's flavour of aroace is ''I'm not having a crush on anyone because I'm already in a picture perfect romance story#with a partner that matches my high standards''#and then that partner becomes ''real'' and it's Still a horror story for him. because he doesn't actually want that!#in my mind baron manifests through letters and notes rather than mirrors here bc riz made up that they're his childhood penpal#who he's only gotten to met once in a summer years back and it's beautiful and super cute (he generated this like a learning algorithm)#and then a letter comes in the mail one day like ''hii riz I'm so excited I'm moving to elmville soon! I can't wait to see you again''#canon baron is so beautiful and elegant as a haunting like that is a Metaphor. that is Art#class swap baron in my brain is just straight up like distressing lmao. its Just Bad. riz gukgak's evil school year of paranoia and dread#lmao u can imagine why he looks like he has never slept in his life in the sophomore year design#man my brane is so full... its fun to think abt this :]
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I'm so mad that so far the only good robin!jason content i've ever found is his original run. Everything i've seen since has just been making him out to be the Angry Bad Problem Child and victim blaming him for dying. How is it that the only fucking good characterization of him is 20 issues from the 1980s
#my dc posting#jason todd#dc#jaybin#robin jason todd#i love jaybin so much but by god there is no fucking content#ppl are just obsessed w making him out to be Bad and Angry to make him becoming red hood make more sense in their heads#look thats what he was always going to be. that what he was always on the track for. look at how angry and unstable he was#SHUT UPPP#from comics anything told to me abt his time as robin after his death means nothing to me#everyone has a different version of canon in their mind and mine will never include a single bit of info abt jaybin said after his death#i have the most horrible brainrotting ''he would not fucking say that'' abt jaybin. nobody gets him like i dooo#<- said as someone who has been angry and problematic and difficult since a young age bc of trauma and mental illness and shit#AND JASON WASNT EVEN HALF AS BAD AS ME#im gonna go reread his og robin run. my safe space#sorry im being soooo annoying abt jaybin rn i just. i love him#i feel like most people only see jaybin as the precursor to red hood#jaybin is only worth something as the backstory of red hood#which like. its fine to like the red hood version of him most#but i like jaybin :( he's my robin. like if there's a robin in a story i'd want it to be jason#so many fics would be sooo good to me if they did not unnecessarily have jason arguing with bruce abt the no-kill thing while STILL ROBIN??#like what are we doing thereeee#ok sorry im done being annoying and venty and whiny now
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