#anyways I’m just rambling. but yeah I don’t like it.

[amyzworldds]

안녕~ could you write about the 14th member seventeen currently: like she decided to prank so to speak to scare the members for laughing at her and decided to be closed and serious for a while and the members were really scared. If you like this idea, then thanks in advance💕💕

Title: Maknae Mutiny

Masterlist

When Seventeen’s lively maknae yn is shut down by her exhausted members and they overlook her missing cardboard standee, she retaliates with a silent treatment, ignoring them while laughing with others. Pairing: Seventeen x 14th member Genre: Fluff, Humor, with a lil bit of angst

Seventeen had been running on fumes for weeks. Music shows, fan signs, late-night rehearsals—their comeback buzz had turned into a relentless grind, and all 14 members were begging for silence and sleep. The dorm, usually a circus of noise thanks to yn’s antics, felt like a zombie den. Hoshi had fallen asleep mid-sentence yesterday, Seungkwan’s sass was down to a mumble, and even DK’s eternal sunshine had dimmed to a flicker. They just wanted peace. But yn? yn was a different beast.

Sure, she was tired—her under-eye bags could carry groceries—but her energy was a renewable resource. She saw her exhausted members slumped on the living room couches, looking like deflated balloons, and thought, I’ve got this. I’ll cheer them up! So, after a grueling practice day, she burst into the dorm, arms flailing, voice at full volume, ready to be their human espresso shot.

“Guyss! You won’t believe what I saw on the way home!” she chirped, pacing the room like a caffeinated squirrel. “This guy on the subway was wearing socks with sandals—socks with sandals!—and I swear he was staring at me like I stole his lunch! I almost laughed so hard I fell off my seat, but then I remembered I’m an idol now, so I just smirked like a pro. Oh, and then there was this dog—huge, fluffy, looked like Mingyu oppa if he grew fur—”

Mingyu, sprawled on the couch with a pillow over his face, groaned, “Yn, please… not now…”

But she didn’t hear him, too caught up in her one-woman comedy show. “And then! Then! I saw this ad for a new ramen flavor—spicy cheese, can you imagine? We should try it! I bet it’d wake us all up! Oh, and speaking of waking up, last night I dreamed I was a superhero, but my power was turning into a giant pancake—don’t laugh, it’s serious! I was flipping through the sky—”

The members nodded tiredly, eyes glazed over. Seungcheol rubbed his temples, Jeonghan stared at the ceiling like he was praying for teleportation, and DK managed a weak, “That’s… nice, yn-ah…” Hoshi was already half-asleep, muttering, “Pancake… sky… huh?”

She kept going, oblivious. “So anyway, I was thinking we could do a tiktok where I’m the pancake superhero and you guys are, like, my syrup squad! It’d be hilarious! Imagine Woozi oppa with a syrup gun—”

“Yn,” Woozi cut in, his voice sharp and exhausted. He was slumped in an armchair, looking like he’d aged 10 years in a day. “Can you stop? Please? We’re all dead tired. We just want to rest, and your nonstop rambling isn’t helping. At all.”

The room went still. Yn blinked, mid-gesture, her mouth open. “Oh… uh…”

“He’s right,” Seungkwan mumbled, dragging himself up. “I love you, yn-ah, but I can’t hear about pancake superheroes right now. I need sleep.”

“Yeah,” Joshua added, yawning. “Maybe tomorrow, okay?”

“Quiet sounds good,” Vernon agreed, already shuffling toward his room.

One by one, the members chimed in—“Yeah, yn, too tired,” “Night, kid,” “Love the energy, but no”—and peeled off to their rooms, leaving yn standing there, deflated. Hoshi patted her head as he passed, muttering, “Funny story… tell it later…” and then he was gone too. Even Dino, her fellow maknae, just gave her a sleepy wave and disappeared.

Yn pouted, arms crossed. “Fine. Whatever. I was just trying to help,” she muttered. She’d been tired too, but she’d pushed through to lift their spirits. Now she felt like a clown who’d bombed her set. Shuffling to her room, she flopped onto her bed, still in her hoodie. “They’re just tired,” she told herself, yawning. “I said sorry last night when I bumped into Jeonghan oppa on my way out… they’ll say sorry tomorrow. We’re cool.” With that, she conked out, dreaming of pancake revenge.

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Morning came, and the dorm buzzed with renewed energy. The members were back to their loud selves—DK belting a random ballad in the shower, Mingyu clanging pots in the kitchen, Seungkwan arguing with Vernon over cereal brands. Yn stumbled out, expecting a chorus of “Sorry, yn-ah!” and maybe a hug or two. Instead, they acted like nothing happened.

“Morning, yn!” Seungcheol called, sipping coffee. “You sleep okay?”

“Uh… yeah,” she said, waiting. No apology. Nothing.

“Pancakes today!” Mingyu announced, flipping one in the air. “Want some?”

She stared at him. “Sure,” she mumbled, but her pout deepened. No “sorry” from him either? Hoshi bounded in, stealing a pancake bite, and grinned at her. “Hey, you’re quiet today! No subway stories?”

“Nope,” she said flatly, glaring. Still no apology. The day dragged on—practice, lunch, more practice—and not one member acknowledged last night. By nightfall, yn was fuming. They want quiet? Oh, I’ll give them quiet. Dead serious quiet. Revenge quiet.

She stormed to the front door, where her life-sized cardboard cutout from a recent photoshoot stood guard. “You’re coming with me,” she muttered, dragging it to her room. Slamming the door, she plopped it by her bed and hatched her plan. “They think I’m too loud? Fine. I’ll be so serious they’ll beg me to laugh. I won’t crack—not a giggle, not a smirk. My soul might die laughing inside, but my face? Stone.” She cackled internally, imagining their freaked-out faces, then spent the night in front of her mirror, practicing her “serious idol” stare—lips tight, eyes piercing, zero nonsense.

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The next morning, the dorm was a graveyard. No blasting audios from yn’s room, no off-key singing, no clattering pans as she danced around the kitchen making breakfast. The members shuffled out, bleary-eyed, expecting chaos. Instead, they found… nothing. Yn emerged from her room, pancake plate in hand—one pancake, just for her. She sat at the table, eating silently, staring straight ahead.

“Uh… morning, yn-ah,” DK tried, flashing his sunshine smile. “No music today?”

She chewed, swallowed, and looked at him dead-on. “No.” Her voice was flat, her face a mask. DK blinked, unnerved.

At practice, it got weirder. Yn was a ghost—quiet, focused, no chatter. Hoshi, desperate to break the tension, tried his usual antics. “Hey, yn-ah, watch this!” He did a goofy tiger impression, complete with a roar and claw hands. Normally, she’d be rolling on the floor. This time? She turned, stared at him with a blank, serious gaze, and said, “Cool.” Hoshi shivered, whispering to Dino, “She’s scaring me, man. That’s not normal.”

“She’s not even rolling her eyes,” Dino hissed back. “She always rolls her eyes when she’s mad! This is… worse.”

Seungkwan tried next, sidling up with a grin. “Yn-ah, I saw this hilarious meme—guy trips into a fountain, total disaster. Funny, right?”

She fixed him with a deadpan stare. “Sure.” No laugh, no snort, nothing. Seungkwan gulped. “Uh… okay, never mind.”

Even Jeonghan, the master of chaos, couldn’t crack her. “Yn-ie,” he cooed, leaning in with his sly smile, “you’re so quiet today. Did Hoshi eat your snacks again?”

“No,” she said, voice monotone, eyes boring into him. “I’m fine.” Jeonghan froze, then backed away, muttering, “That’s… terrifying.”

By lunchtime, the members were whispering in a huddle. “She’s not mad—she’d be yelling if she was,” Joshua said, frowning. “She’s just… serious. It’s creepy.”

That night, yb sat in her room, smirking internally as she ate gummy worms—alone. Her cardboard cutout loomed in the corner, a silent ally in her war of quiet. She heard the members outside, their voices hushed and panicked—“She didn’t laugh at my joke!” “She stared at me like I was a ghost!”—and fought the urge to cackle. They want quiet? They’ve got it. Let’s see how long they last.

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The days dragged on, and yn’s “serious mode” had morphed into a full-blown vendetta. Seventeen dorm, once a chaotic symphony of laughter and YN’s wild energy, was now a haunted house of awkward silence. She’d doubled down on her quiet revenge, and it was working—too well. The members tiptoed around her, whispering theories, while yn stewed in her room, her fury fueled by one glaring fact: no one had noticed her missing cardboard standee. That thing had been grinning by the front door for months—her self-proclaimed “dorm guardian”—and now it was gone, tucked away in her room, and not a single member had said a word. “They don’t even care,” she muttered to herself, glaring at her reflection. “Fine. They won’t notice me either. I’m a ghost now.”

Her plan was simple but savage: no eye contact, no talking, total isolation. She’d hide in her room forever, emerging only for practice, where she’d be a silent, creepy shell of her usual self. At rehearsals, she moved like a robot—perfect steps, zero chatter.

Back at the dorm, she’d bolt to her room the second they arrived, locking the door before anyone could blink. “Yn-ah, wait—” Seungcheol tried once, but the click of her lock cut him off. She’d sit inside, eating snacks she’d hoarded (no sharing this time), talking to herself in a furious whisper. “They don’t even miss my standee! It’s been weeks! That thing smiled at them every day—welcomed them home—and they’re just like, ‘Oh, cool, whatever.’ Useless members! And still no sorry? Wow, I’m invisible now, huh? Well, good! I’ll stay invisible!”

Weeks passed, and the members were losing it. The dorm felt cursed. No morning chaos—no yn blasting random songs, no kitchen dance parties while she burned toast for everyone. She’d emerge for meals, grab her plate, and vanish, all without a word or glance. At practice, she was a silent specter, her deadpan stare chilling the room. Hoshi tried cracking a joke—“Hey, yn-ah, I tripped over Mingyu’s shoe today, total tiger fail!”—and she just looked at him, unblinking, like he was a stranger. He yelped, hiding behind DK. “She’s possessed! That’s not her!”

“She’s creeping me out,” Seungkwan whispered, clutching Jeonghan’s arm. “She didn’t even laugh when I spilled water on Vernon yesterday. She just… stared. Like a serial killer!”

“Maybe she’s mad?” Joshua ventured, frowning. “But why? We didn’t do anything… right?”

“Last week was rough,” Woozi muttered, guilt gnawing at him. “I snapped at her about the rambling. We all kinda piled on. But she’s been quiet for weeks. This is next-level.”

Hoshi, ever the drama king, paced the living room, hands flailing. “Guys, hear me out—what if she’s been kidnapped? Like, the real yn’s gone, and this is a fake yn! Think about it! She’s too quiet, too serious—it’s not natural! Maybe aliens swapped her, or someone has her locked in a basement, and this is a robot clone!”

“Hoshi, calm down,” Seungcheol groaned, rubbing his temples. “She’s not kidnapped. She’s just… mad. Really mad.”

“Then why won’t she yell at us?!” Hoshi wailed. “She’s not even rolling her eyes! She always rolls her eyes when she’s mad! This is worse—she’s like a ghost haunting us!”

“I miss her yelling,” DK admitted, pouting. “She didn’t even react when I sang off-key yesterday. Just… stared. I almost cried.”

Theories flew—Jeonghan suggested she was pranking them, Vernon guessed she’d joined a silent cult, and Seungkwan swore she was plotting their demise. But no one could crack it. Yn’s silence was a weapon, and she wielded it like a pro, all while seething in her room. “They don’t deserve my noise,” she muttered, munching gummy worms. “Or my standee. Or me. Let’s see how long they last without their sunshine maknae.”

Then, one fateful evening, Dino stumbled into the breakthrough. He was shuffling through the dorm, half-asleep, looking for his lost sock by the front door. “Where’s that stupid—huh?” He paused, blinking at the empty spot where yn’s cardboard standee used to stand. “Wait… where’s her cutout thingy?” He turned, wide-eyed, to the members sprawled in the living room. “Hyung… her standee’s gone!”

Thirteen heads snapped toward him. Silence. Then chaos.

“What do you mean, gone?!” Seungcheol barked, jumping up.

“It’s not there!” Dino flailed, pointing. “It’s been by the door forever, and now it’s… not!”

“Oh no,” Jeonghan breathed, eyes widening. “She took it. That’s why she’s mad!”

“She’s been mad for weeks, and we didn’t notice that?!” Mingyu yelped, clutching his hair. “We’re the worst, ever!”

Hoshi gasped, clutching DK. “See?! I told you! The real yn’s gone, and this is proof! The standee was her soul, and now it’s missing, and we’re stuck with a fake—”

“Shut up, Hoshi,” Woozi snapped, but his voice wavered. “She’s not kidnapped. She’s just… really, really pissed. And we missed it.”

Seungkwan groaned, collapsing onto the couch. “We didn’t even notice her standee was gone? That thing’s been staring at us for months! No wonder she’s haunting us!”

“What do we do?” Vernon asked, looking spooked. “She’s not talking, not laughing—she’s like a statue. I’m scared to knock on her door.”

“We’ve gotta fix this,” Seungcheol said, pacing. “She’s mad about last time and the standee. We’ve been idiots.”

Inside her room, YN smirked, overhearing their panic through the thin walls. “Finally,” she whispered to herself, patting her hidden standee. “They noticed. Too late. Silent yn stays.” She popped another gummy worm in her mouth, plotting her next move, while the members outside scrambled like headless chickens, terrified of their own maknae.

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The practice room had become a bizarre battleground. After weeks of yn’s eerie silence—her deadpan stares and locked-door standoffs—the members were on edge, jumping at shadows and whispering theories about her missing standee. They’d hoped practice would be a reset, a chance to figure out how to crack her icy facade. But when they walked in, they were hit with a twist that left them reeling.

Yn was laughing. Full-on, belly-clutching, snorting laughter, chatting up the backup dancers like she’d never been mad a day in her life. “No, seriously!” she cackled, leaning on one dancer’s shoulder. “He tripped over his own feet mid-spin—thought he was gonna take out the whole line! I couldn’t breathe!” The dancers roared, one clapping her on the back as she doubled over, wiping tears. She looked like the old yn—wild, loud, unstoppable. But here’s the kicker: she wasn’t talking to them. Not a word, not a glance. She danced around the members like they were invisible, her giggles reserved for everyone but her members.

The members stood frozen, mid-stretch, jaws dropped. “What… is happening?” Minghao whispered, clutching Wonwoo’s arm. “She was a statue yesterday—now she’s laughing? With the dancers?!”

“Maybe she’s over it?” Joshua said, hopeful, though his voice shook. “She’s back to normal, right?”

“Normal for them, not us,”Woozi muttered, eyes narrowing. “She’s still ignoring us. Look—she won’t even turn this way.”

Hoshi shivered, hugging himself. “It’s like she’s possessed again! Happy with everyone else, but we’re ghosts to her! I’m telling you, the standee’s cursed us!”

Jun, ever the optimist, saw an opening. “Nah, she’s fine now! See? Laughing, talking—she’s good! I’ll fix this.” He plastered on a grin, letting out a loud, exaggerated laugh—“HA! HA! HA! That’s hilarious, yn-ah!”—and strutted toward her and the dancers, arms open like he was joining the party.

The room went dead silent. Yn stopped mid-laugh, her face snapping into that blank, serious mask faster than a light switch. The dancers froze, awkward, as she straightened up, brushed past Jun without a glance, and marched to the far corner where one of their managers sat scrolling his phone. “Hey, manager nim!” shechirped, plopping beside him. “You should’ve seen this one time Hoshi oppa tried to do a flip and landed on his face— funniest thing ever!” She cackled again, leaning into the manager as he chuckled, oblivious to the stunned members behind her.

Jun stood there, mid-laugh, arms still outstretched, looking like a rejected comedian. “Uh… what just happened?” he squeaked, turning to the others.

“She shut down the second you got close,” Jeonghan said, smirking despite the tension. “That’s some next-level avoidance.”

“She’s laughing with the manager now?!” Mingyu yelped, clutching his hair. “She won’t even look at us, but she’s cracking up over there? This is torture!”

Seungcheol rubbed his temples, groaning. “She’s doing this on purpose. She’s fine with everyone else—just not us. We’re screwed.”

The members huddled, whispering like spooked detectives. “She’s playing us,” Vernon said, wide-eyed. “Happy yn for them, ghost yn for us. It’s creepy as hell.”

“I miss her yelling at me,” Dino muttered, pouting. “She didn’t even react when I tripped earlier. Just… stared.”

Across the room, the manager—Manager Kim, a chill guy who’d seen it all—noticed yn’s selective chatter. “Hey, yn-ah,” he said, still chuckling, “what’s up with you and the boys? You’re all buddy-buddy with me and the dancers, but you’re acting like the members don’t exist. What’s the deal?”

Yn crossed her arms, puffing her cheeks like a kid tattling on her siblings. “They’re jerks! Weeks ago, I was trying to cheer them up ‘cause they were all tired and grumpy, telling funny stories and stuff, and they just shut me down! Woozi oppa said my rambling wasn’t helping, and then they all ganged up—‘We’re tired, yn,’ ‘Go away, yn’—and left me standing there like an idiot! I said sorry that night, but they never said it back! And then—get this—they didn’t even notice my standee was gone! That thing’s been by the door for months, smiling sweetly at them, and they didn’t care it’s missing! So, fine, they want quiet? They don’t notice me? I’m done with them!”

Manager Kim threw his head back, laughing so hard he nearly dropped his phone. “Oh, that’s gold! You’re giving them the silent treatment and the standee treatment? They deserve it, kid. Keep ‘em sweating—they’ll crack eventually.”

“Exactly!” Yn grinned, smug. “They don’t get my sunshine ‘til they grovel.”

The members, eavesdropping from across the room, paled. “She told him everything,” Seungkwan hissed. “And he’s on her side?!”

“We’re doomed,” Joshua whispered. “She’s got backup now.”

DK, the group’s emotional glue, couldn’t take it anymore. “I can’t do this!” he wailed, breaking from the huddle. He bolted across the room, dropped to his knees in front of yn, and fake-cried into his hands. “Yn-ah, I’m so sorry! We were jerks—we didn’t mean it! I miss you so much—your laugh, your chaos, your stupid standee! Please forgive us!”

Yn blinked down at him, her serious mask flickering but holding. Manager Kim snorted, pulling out his phone to record. “This is going on the company group chat,” he muttered, grinning.

DK’s dramatics broke the dam. Hoshi dove in next, sliding on his knees beside DK. “Yn-ie, I’m sorry! I miss your yelling when I mess up choreo! I even miss your creepy standee staring at me! Don’t hate us!”

Mingyu joined, flopping onto the floor. “I’m sorry I didn’t notice the standee! I’m terrible—forgive me! I’ll cook you pancakes every day!”

One by one, they piled on. Dino knelt, clasping his hands. “I’m sorry, yn-ah! You’re my maknae twin—I can’t live like this!” Seungkwan wailed, “I miss your sass—please talk to me!” Even Woozi, grumbling, shuffled over and muttered, “Sorry I snapped. You were just… loud. I was tired. My bad.”

Seungcheol, last to cave, sighed and knelt too. “We’re sorry, yn. We were idiots. We miss you—and yeah, the standee too. Come back to us.”

The practice room was a circus—13 grown men on their knees, fake-sobbing and pleading, while the dancers snickered and Manager Kim filmed, cackling, “This is blackmail material for years!” yn sat there, arms crossed, fighting a smirk. Inside, her soul was howling with laughter—they looked ridiculous, and she’d won. But her face? Still serious.

“Yn-ah, please!” DK begged, grabbing her hand. “We’ll put the standee back! We’ll worship it! Just stop this creepy silent thing!”

She stared at him, then at the pile of groveling members, and finally cracked a tiny, smug grin. “Fine,” she said, voice flat but eyes twinkling. “But the standee’s staying in my room ‘til I say so. And you’re all on probation. One more slip, and I’m quiet again.”

“Yes, ma’am!” they chorused, scrambling up, relieved but still spooked.

Manager Kim pocketed his phone, grinning. “Good job, yn. You’ve got ‘em trained now.”

As practice resumed, the members kept sneaking glances at her, half-expecting another silent ambush. Yn laughed with the dancers again, tossing a casual, “Nice try,” over her shoulder. The war was over—for now—but the dorm’s chaos queen had proven she could rule with silence as much as noise.

[princessofgotham777]

Dating Jason Todd (Part Fifteen: It’s Me)

Jason Todd x Reader

fanfic type: angst, fluff, comfort (ongoing)

If you liked the Titans show but wish they handled Jason’s story line differently you might like this fic!

Heyyyyyy guys. Life’s been crazy I’ve been dealing with some stuff lately. Remember to take care of your mental health and physical health and make time for yourself and the things and people that make you smile. Anyways I’m super happy I FINALLY got around to writing this part Jason’s finally back from the dead guys yayyyyy. Anyways I’m probably gonna write a couple more parts to this idk exactly how it’ll work but the backstory series of how reader met Dick and Jason and became a titan is on its way hopefully so keep an eye out for that. I hope you enjoy!

So story line, this doesn’t really take place in any specific universe but I’m gonna be pulling concepts from Titans, Arkham Knight, The Batman, Under the Red Hood, and whatever lore I remember from the CW shows cause I grew up watching those, then just my imagination of course. Reader is referred to as she/her btw.

Warnings: talking about death, suicide, depression, torture (it’s not graphic I hate gore it’s just sad), talking about intimacy (not graphic), struggling with eating, topics of grief, violence, panic attacks, PTSD

Part Fifteen: It’s Me

You never called Dick like you told Thea you would. You simply texted Rachel you were on your way to Wayne manor and left. Being without Jason would never be normal but in a way you were starting to be in less pain. That bothered you, the pain allowed you to remember Jason was real, what you and him had was real. Wayne manor was a constant reminder of where you first met Jason, you two fell in love in Titans Tower but the manor is where it all began. When you got there it was barely sunrise, you hoped everyone would still be asleep so you could sneak in unnoticed. One person was awake, Gar.

“Y/N!” He says startled.

“Hey Gar,” you say.

“What are you doing back? Not that I’m not happy your back…I was just wondering..,”

You cut off his nervous rambling, “that Redhood guy found me at Thea’s and I heard Dick’s made him your guys new problem. so I came to see what he’s up to and what I have to do with it,” you say.

“Oh,” Gar says. “Well all we really know so far is he’s waging war with Black Mask and he’s super super well trained, like league of assassins well trained,” Gar says.

“Batman well trained?” You ask.

“Between you and I, better than Batman,” Gar says.

“And we’re sure he’s not league,” you ask.

“Positive, unless they’re lying of course which is always a possibility,” Gar says.

“Always is with the league,” you say.

“Hey does Dick know your joining us for this one?” Gar asks.

“No, why?” You ask.

He looks nervous, “no reason,”

“Gar?”

“It’s just…after he came back from Star city he was pissed…like more than usual,” Gar says. “And he never really told us what happened he just said he found you in the iceberg and brought you to Thea’s,” he says.

“I mean that is pretty much what happened,” you say. You paused before asking, “so how have you been? Stupid question I know but still,”

“As good as I can be, you probably get that,” he says.

“Yeah…can I tell you something?” You ask

“Course,” he says.

“This has been pissing me off, at first I was in so much pain I didn’t know what to do with myself then I was angry and depressed and now the pain is fading and it’s bothering me that it’s getting better,” you say. “I’m sorry I know that probably doesn’t make sense,” you add.

“No it does. It’s like the pain disappears when you’re around people or busy but when you’re alone it all comes rushing back,” he says morbidly.

“Exactly,” you say.

“I’m actually glad you mentioned it, no one else was really close to Jason but us it’s weird like Rachel and Kori lost him too but they don’t really understand cause they didn’t really know him,” he says.

“Yeah…if you ever wanna talk about it I’m around. You were practically Jason’s bro-“ you stopped yourself when you saw Dick. He looked tired, more so than usual. You hurried off past him not wanting to risk conversation that would most likely turn into an argument. You decided to go find Kori, she was the one member of Titans who you knew wouldn’t treat you weird because of your dead boyfriend.

“Hey,” you say finding her in the sunroom.

“Y/N, hey. I didn’t know you were back,” she says with a smile.

“Yeah I just got here,” you say. “So what’s the deal with this Red Hood guy?”

“We don’t know much so far just that he’s going after Black Mask and he’s really really good,” she says.

“Yeah Gar said almost Batman good, he suspects the league,” you tell her.

“You don’t?” She asks.

“I don’t know much about him like you but he seems like a loner; not a league member,” you say.

“Wait, you’ve met him?” She asks.

“Not exactly met��more he broke into my room at Thea’s one night,” you say. “That’s why I came back actually…to see if you guys knew what his issue with me might be.”

“Oh…so you’re not “back back”? She says slightly disappointed.

“Not sure…I do miss being a titan but things have just changed so much,” you say.

Kori is quiet for a minute then says, “does Dick know your back?”

“He saw me…but I haven’t talked to him since he dropped me at Thea’s,” you say.

“He’s been acting weird,” Kori says.

“It’s Dick. When’s he not acting weird?” You say.

“This is different…look I know you guys have a crazy past,” she starts to say but you cut her off.

“God if I wanted to be lectured about Dick I’d talk to Rachel,” you snap. Kori goes quiet. It’s as if she’s waiting for you to say something but instead you simply realize how much of an asshole you’ve been and go upstairs, to Jason’s room.

“Fuck,” you say to nobody as you slam the door. “Oh my God,” you say as you pace the room. “Dude fuck you…fuck you Jason for leaving me here,” you yell angrily at the empty space. “Fuck you! You fucking left me here…” Your rage quickly turns to sadness as you curl up on top of the black bedsheets and cry. It’s been so long since he’s slept in this bed that it barely even smells like him anymore. Or maybe you’re forgetting what he smelt like. You don’t want to be with the titans, you don’t want to go to Thea’s or your sisters in Star City; these days you don’t want to be anywhere.

An hour later there’s a knock on the door. You don’t reply and when the person opens the door anyway you know it’s Dick. “A normal person would get the hint for personal space and go away when there’s no answer,” you say.

“Lucky for you I couldn’t care less about your personal space when there’s clearly something wrong,” he says.

“Dude there’s nothing wrong. The person I love the most in this world died but technically nothings wrong,” you say.

“Don’t lie to me Y/N I can see it in your eyes. You’re tired yet alert, you were completely reckless at the iceberg. You’re being an asshole to people other than me which is not normal,” he says.

“I saw him,” you blurt out.

“Red Hood?” He asks.

“No well yes but before that I saw Jason…hallucinated him,” tears begin to fill your eyes once more. “It was so cold and he was so lifeless.” Dick sits down beside you. “I turned off the light that night even though I was alone. I just wanted to feel something even if it was fear but instead of the vines it was him,” you say as you wipe your tears away. “Then the red hood guy showed up. it was the strangest thing he turned on the light and said, “why would you turn them off you’re afraid of the dark,” like he knew me.”

“Did he seem familiar?” Dick asks.

“I don’t know I was pretty out of it,” you say.

“Then what happened?” He asks.

“I grabbed a gun and told him to leave. He said he wouldn’t hurt me then I shot him. I think I got him in the arm or shoulder and then he jumped out the window,” you say. “Oh and I think I heard him drive away on a bike.”

“A bike? Is there cameras at the Queen mansion maybe we could get plate numbers,” Dick says.

“Probably yeah. Bruce might have access to them honestly, it’s probably Wayne tech,” you say. You grab your backpack you never bothered to unpack.

“You going somewhere?” Dick asks almost disappointed.

“I have to go,” you say.

“Where?” He asks.

“I don’t know…I just have to leave. I’m no good here I’ll just make everything more complicated. I’m not a titan anymore,” you say.

“Hey you’ll always be a titan…even when you’re not,” Dick says. You begin to walk away when he grabs your wrist.

“Dick…” you begin to say.

“Just promise me you’ll be careful,” he says. “No weird guys at the iceberg or wondering through crime alley,” he says.

“I promise,” you say trying to shake his hand off.

He pulls you closer and says, “swear… on Jason,” he says in a serious tone.

“I swear,” you say quietly.

Dick let you go, not that he could’ve stopped you, and now you were on your way to Selina’s. Dick was right iceberg wasn’t a good idea to try again and Selina’s the only person in Gotham you know.

“I figured you’d show up soon,” Selina says as she opens her apartment door seeing you soaking wet from the rain.

“You did?” You ask as you go inside.

“Yeah the new freak dropped by looking for you,” she says.

“Red Hood?” You ask.

“That’s the one,” Selina says. You made a mental note that he probably was in Gotham stopped by Selina’s looking for you, then went to Star and found you at Thea’s. How he knew the places you were most likely to be you had no idea. “You’re freezing,” she says as she reaches for your soaked jacket.

“I’ll keep it on,” you say quickly.

“Oh… I see, it belonged to Robin 2.0” she says.

“So Red Hood, what else happened? Do you know what he wants with me?” You ask her.

“I don’t know ask him yourself,” she says. You give her a confused look. “He left a fucking phone number, “in case you dropped by”, what a freak huh,”

“Yeah… a freak,” you say. “So the number?”

“Here it is,” she hands you a napkin, but it wasn’t an ordinary napkin. It was a napkin from the cafe you and Jason had your first date at and the numbers look similar to Jason’s handwriting.

“What the fuck,” you say under your breath. “Thanks Selina, sorry for the unwanted visitor I’ll huh,” you look at the phone number. “…tell him to leave you alone.”

Outside back in the rain you call the number. Someone answers right away. “Hello?” you say.

“Y/N?” Red Hood asks. You try to think of people you know who might know all this information. You can’t think of anyone and the fact that the guys using a voice modulator doesn’t help.

“Who’s asking?” You say.

“Y/N,” he says again. Suddenly two men come up behind you and put a bag over your head. The last words you hear from the phone before you’re dragged off are, “it’s me.”

I hope you enjoyed this part. If you did remember to check out my Masterlist for the other parts to the series. There’s also other fics on there for the characters, Dick Grayson, Anakin Skywalker, Christian Ozera and Peter Hayes. I’m probably gonna expand that character list. Like I said keep an eye out for new parts and the backstory series. If you liked reading remember to like, repost and/or follow if you want to see more. Any and all positive feedback is highly appreciated it helps me keep motivation to write new parts. Thank you for reading and have a great day!:)🩷

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[itspileofgoodthings]

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[keferon]

May I ask what were the best transformers media you ever saw/read?

Well Transformers Prime, Transformers 1986 and IDW comics are having the first place that’s for sure

And then the second place is kind of shared by Fall of Cybertron, Exodus, Prime wars trilogy, Robots in disguise(2001) and Transformers One.

The third place goes to G1, Animated, Earthspark, Armada, War for Cybertron Netflix series, Aligned Robots in disguise, Bumblebee, Rise of the Beasts and Cyberverse because I only liked some little parts of them.

And then I also saw some of the Bay movies, Victory and Headmasters and didn’t like them at all.

Separate first place for J-Decker. It is not exactly Transformers but it is a show about giant robots and I loved it

[purplecatghostposts]

*Holds up Félix and Chloé* It’s not obvious because it’s all WIPs and very little has been posted but I care them so much. I love putting them in a room together and locking the door to see what happens. They’re two somewhat territorial cats who are fighting one minute, then totally chill the next. They’re judging each other. They like to hang out and judge other people. They’re mocking each other one minute and then planning each other’s parents’ (Andre and Audrey’s/Colt’s) murders. Amélie invites Chloé over and treats her like a daughter. Chloé is breaking down crying in Amélie’s arms because she feels loved one moment, then smirking at Félix because she’s stealing his mom five minutes later. Sabrina knows Félix by his full government name due to Chloé’s ranting but has never formally met him. They both love Adrien so much but they’re not the greatest at remembering to tell him. They both have so many issues. They complain about each other. They have blackmail material for days. They would kill for one another if it came down to it. Do you feel me. Do you get me. Did any of that make sense. I know I’m taking a five second interaction and allusions to what their relationship was before and blowing it up out of proportion but they interest me so MUCH and I WILL make headcanons about it.

[only-lonely-www]

So basically ATLA brain rot has hit me like a truck

[desktopdinosaur]

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[toastby-4s]

I’ve accidentally started saying “brills” unironically in my everyday conversations… and let me tell you- that is not slang that is used here, ever.

Charles Rowland the power you have 🥲

[turtleblogatlast]

Thinking about the Don Suave scene and what it means in terms of LGBTQ+ representation because my brain does nothing if not torment me with random topics to ramble about on the regular.

Anyway, I just wanted to ramble about why I like the scene but to get it out of the way - the scene can very easily be interpreted in so many different ways, and all of them are valid. I personally see it as Leo having at least some attraction to a man. And the following is an explanation of my own interpretation and thoughts on it and what it means especially for Leo’s portrayal in the grand scheme of things.

Long-winded interpretation under the cut!

Now, to start with, it’s important to me that in the scene Leo looks at Don Suave in the very beginning and then for the entirety of the rest of the time the man is on screen, Leo’s eyes are closed. Yet, in the end, he is still visibly enamored with Don Suave, happily cuddling up to him as he’s being carried away.

You can very easily interpret this as Leo being spellbound and that’s honestly super valid and I believe he likely was at least somewhat in the beginning, but considering how fast he looked away and how he never looked again, I personally think it makes more sense to read it as Leo just finding the man attractive, at least somewhat. (For the record, I personally headcanon Rise Leo as bisexual with a heavy preference for men, but I want to be blunt when I say that any interpretation is valid. Literally any. Ace, pan, gay, bi, none of the above or a mixture of something new literally all of it is more than okay and fair. Hell you could even interpret this entire scene as more romantic attraction than physical and it would still work. Anything goes!! Don’t bother people, guys, really.)

The main reason I take this scene to be at the very least LGBTQ+ adjacent isn’t just because of how it’s portrayed, but because of who Leonardo is. Not in terms of Rise of the TMNT, but in terms of the entire Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles™️ franchise.

Leo’s a character who, while changing with each iteration, has still at his core been around for decades upon decades as “the blue one”. One fourth of the team. He’s the one most are going to look at as the Leader, and oftentimes he is the one closest to having the title of Main Character. Not to say the others aren’t just as important, but Leo’s presence in the A plots of basically all TMNT media is often something very main character-esque.

And that’s very, very important to note. Here we have a Main Character of a prolific and decades long-running franchise distributed by a children’s television network. You can play around with his and his brothers’ characters all you like, but there is always going to be challenges to dodge around, especially since this was still in 2018-2019.

For example, you can play around with their designs so long as they’re color coded turtles, but their sexualities? Now that’s tricky.

“But what about Hypno and Warren?” Not main characters and also they’re Rise originals. They have a lot more room to play around with than a character like Leo does. But even talking about main characters in the franchise, you could arguably have an easier time playing around with Donnie or Mikey’s sexualities than Leo or even Raph, as (unfortunately) the former two tend to get more B plots, so they’d likely have had a little more leeway (still not a lot though.)

So, where does this leave us?

It leaves us in a place where outright stating and/or showing undeniable proof of Leo’s attraction to men is very, very difficult. So, workarounds!

Workarounds like the entire Don Suave situation.

To be honest, as left up to interpretation and lowkey and deniable as it is, this whole scene means a lot to me because of who Leo is as a character. It’s just nice when we get so see even the bare bones of representation with characters that have been such a large part of pop culture for decades, y’know? Even if more would be so much nicer, this is better than I thought we’d ever get for these boys.

And, again, literally nothing I’ve said is the only way to interpret it, I’m more than happy when people interpret media on their own honestly, it’s just something I’ve been thinking of lately and I was wondering if others felt the same way.

Whatever you think when you interpret this scene or Rise Leo as a whole, I just thought this would be interesting to think about, even if it was ramble-y, haha.

[euthymiya]

Not to be chronically online but my WHOLE TikTok fyp is this cake drama and really what’s wild to me is how home bakers are essentially insisting that anyone who has a sense of rational budgeting and doesn’t see the value in dropping $100+ on a small cake is like . impoverished basically LOL?

[umemiyan]

perhaps interesting take during this fine holiday but… i really like when people write in first person for selfship stuff and things like that lol

[bleue-flora]

Huh yea I think I’ve reached the post-prison phase of my life which… is either a good thing, because ya know out of the torture box (aka school) yay… or a bad thing, since well, Dream does get killed and stuff after……….

[itspileofgoodthings]

one of my favorite things about getting older is that I’m just more sure and more confident in taking control in social situations and making other people feel at ease. I really love it!

[twojamie-o-clock]

(this is going off of the s6b route in my head that goes from “save yourself” to “world game” (which I think is a pretty common path) but!!)

Do you ever think about how the first s6b companion DIES & how that sets the tone for the whole ‘season’……..like how Jamie is chosen maybe practically because he is allegedly “good at handling the rough stuff” or also somewhat selfishly because the Doctor knows it’s going to be so much more dangerous now……

and how that would explain why Zoe never crops up in s6b eu much until bigfinish steps in??? Like not just that she is so much safer than Jamie atp (on the wheel vs you know. a plantation or other consequences) but also bc s6b will lead to so much more danger and the Doctor knows this.

They actively know what they are roping Jamie into, and how that could go to show this sort of. “I love you enough to be WILLING to put you in danger” and this insane trust between them & the guilt the Doctor probably feels over all of it - but also the way they’re literally saving each other? Because Jamie was going to be unsafe either way, and in this the Doctor can, you know, be with him while experiencing different dangers. Working for the Time Lords of course won’t just be the odd visit here or there to save a planet but truly disgusting work that they care enough about to interfere with but are just ashamed enough to use the Doctor for it.

And all of this strikes you in the face and leaves you stinging because Serena died. Just like the Daleks’ Master Plan - which, like, outside of the show of course was the chaos of Doctor Who itself changing - starts off a very dark streak of companion deaths and chilling narratives through eu & tv canon until Steven’s eventual departure.

I wasn’t awfully attached to Serena, but it really shows Two how far the Time Lords will go & how little they care. The mysterious Players are never expanded upon but they don’t really need to be. This is a mission - approached as the Doctor’s first, I’m assuming was Terrance Dicks’ intention - where the Doctor’s assigned companion is another Time Lord. And yet she dies.

But it’s not just kicking off this era with a death that hits, it’s everything she represented - the narrow minded typical Time Lord who meets the Doctor & is so changed and enchanted by them that they begin to understand and unlearn their own programming. The hope that the Doctor might feel when they begin working for Gallifrey - maybe it will be alright after all, maybe they can make a difference, maybe being home doesn’t have to be so different from, say, their past family of Jamie & Zoe, because they too unlearned their own programming by traveling in the TARDIS. And then Serena dies. And while it isn’t entirely gloomy or haunting -

The way this ends is so….of course it’s intended to lead into the Two Doctors but it really says something to draw a reference to the dead companion who represented so much of the shape of s6b right next to Jamie….not to mention how quickly the Doctor uses her death to bargain for Jamie….god I really can’t say anything coherent about this. I just think Serena should get more of a highlight not just as a Time Lord “swayed” by the Doctor’s,,,eccentricities but as someone who affected them so much and their ensuing, new-ish relationship with Jamie. Again I think this can also sort of explain the general lack of Zoe in s6b even though it feels like wasted potential (I’m working on a Zoe s6b fic and,,it’s rough. I love her post-TWG eu so it’s a Time…) - not just because the Doctor is only allowed one companion, but because of this darker tone, for the plot and season as a whole as well as the Doctor and the foundations their reunion with Jamie is built on.

I’m not saying this is like my main headcanon for s6b of course, but it’s an interesting thing to entertain imo

[clegfly]

Who are THESE weirdos???????? Looking into MY floating mirror????????????

[edwinisms]

see I can’t accept charles’ comic background and socioeconomic status as canon for the show because if I did that would mean the whole group would be a bunch of rich kids and that’s a horrifying concept